You wake up on your back laying on the ground and looking a the sky. It's overcast, but the clouds are beginning to part, letting the sunlight through, the warm light providing you with some comfort in an otherwise uncomfortable position. You aren't sure how long you've been laying there, but you get the feeling that it hasn't been that long. You feel like you should get up, but the pull of the earth and the gentle wind that just started blowing make a compelling argument for remaining still.
Then the smell of blood hits your nose, a LOT of blood.
Immediately following this, your skull erupts in to pain, threatening to send you back in to unconsciousness through the sheer agony of it all.
The pain slowly fades as you clutch your head, trying to maintain awareness of your surroundings despite the tortures coming from within. After a moment that lasts too long for your liking, the pain eventually stops, and you are able to get up and and take stock of your surroundings.
Bodies. Bodies everywhere. Some cut in to chunks, other mashed in to a pulp, blood soaks the ground at your feet. Clearly a great battle just took place, and you have woken up in the aftermath of it all.
As you struggle to fend off the smell, or at least mute it, you hear a voice calling out. It's off in the distance, so you have a little time to think things through before you're forced to deal with it. What do you do?
Options:
>Asess Self
>Asess Surroundings
>Asess Voice
>Other
OOC
I've wanted to do something like this for a while now. Sorta new at this whole thing, so bare with me through the inevitable rough patch of a newbie writer at the start of his hopefully long career.
The story so far...
PC past lives
Then the smell of blood hits your nose, a LOT of blood.
Immediately following this, your skull erupts in to pain, threatening to send you back in to unconsciousness through the sheer agony of it all.
The pain slowly fades as you clutch your head, trying to maintain awareness of your surroundings despite the tortures coming from within. After a moment that lasts too long for your liking, the pain eventually stops, and you are able to get up and and take stock of your surroundings.
Bodies. Bodies everywhere. Some cut in to chunks, other mashed in to a pulp, blood soaks the ground at your feet. Clearly a great battle just took place, and you have woken up in the aftermath of it all.
As you struggle to fend off the smell, or at least mute it, you hear a voice calling out. It's off in the distance, so you have a little time to think things through before you're forced to deal with it. What do you do?
Options:
>Asess Self
>Asess Surroundings
>Asess Voice
>Other
OOC
I've wanted to do something like this for a while now. Sorta new at this whole thing, so bare with me through the inevitable rough patch of a newbie writer at the start of his hopefully long career.
The story so far...
PC past lives
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