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Doughguy
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Blood Strength: 100%
Cristoph's first inclination upon waking was to spit the foul taste out of his mouth before he realised he could smell it too. The air here felt contaminated and his head was pounding form his blood's earlier actions. And if the voice had been lending him its power why was he feeling so sluggish? He pushed himself to his feet and looked around, every movement feeling off as if he had lost his natural edge. He held up the hand he had cut before entering and willed his blood into motion. An identical small tendril emerged form the wound and swiveled around before returning to his body. At least that hadn't changed. He picked up his sword from the ground beside where he had lain and inspected the blade. The blood was dried, some time had passed since their entrance, it had certainyl felt like it.
Ignoring the others who had woken for now he walked over to the form of a small boy and yanked him up by the collar. The body let out a yelp that was part surprise and part pain, then proceeded to look nauseous. "If you throw up around me you're cleaning it up you weakling." he growled, causing Astere to quiver slightly before putting on a braver face. "Better." He tossed the sword at the boy who, knowing better than to dodge, took a small cut on his hand to catch the weapon. "Clean the blood off that." Grateful for an excuse to sit down the squire did just that. He was feeling sick and weak after hearing the voice and feared what it had done to him. Puling out a cloth and some oil he set about cleaning his master's sword as he was used to.
With that taken care of Cristoph turned to those that were awake. There were two people hugging, one of whom was obviously a faun. Another two were talking well, one was talking to at the other. And a fifth girl with blue hair rattling off her tongue as if she had a say in what was happening. Then there were a fair few more people sleeping of many different races. Plenty of meatshield to get him where he needed to be. "Get the others up and figure out where the hell we are." he ordered them all, "This doesn't look like any dungeon." The land appeared to rise up on both sides like a valley and the ceiling looked like the sky. Perhaps that was where the Endless part came in.
Cristoph's first inclination upon waking was to spit the foul taste out of his mouth before he realised he could smell it too. The air here felt contaminated and his head was pounding form his blood's earlier actions. And if the voice had been lending him its power why was he feeling so sluggish? He pushed himself to his feet and looked around, every movement feeling off as if he had lost his natural edge. He held up the hand he had cut before entering and willed his blood into motion. An identical small tendril emerged form the wound and swiveled around before returning to his body. At least that hadn't changed. He picked up his sword from the ground beside where he had lain and inspected the blade. The blood was dried, some time had passed since their entrance, it had certainyl felt like it.
Ignoring the others who had woken for now he walked over to the form of a small boy and yanked him up by the collar. The body let out a yelp that was part surprise and part pain, then proceeded to look nauseous. "If you throw up around me you're cleaning it up you weakling." he growled, causing Astere to quiver slightly before putting on a braver face. "Better." He tossed the sword at the boy who, knowing better than to dodge, took a small cut on his hand to catch the weapon. "Clean the blood off that." Grateful for an excuse to sit down the squire did just that. He was feeling sick and weak after hearing the voice and feared what it had done to him. Puling out a cloth and some oil he set about cleaning his master's sword as he was used to.
With that taken care of Cristoph turned to those that were awake. There were two people hugging, one of whom was obviously a faun. Another two were talking well, one was talking to at the other. And a fifth girl with blue hair rattling off her tongue as if she had a say in what was happening. Then there were a fair few more people sleeping of many different races. Plenty of meatshield to get him where he needed to be. "Get the others up and figure out where the hell we are." he ordered them all, "This doesn't look like any dungeon." The land appeared to rise up on both sides like a valley and the ceiling looked like the sky. Perhaps that was where the Endless part came in.
Cristoph
- Sword
- Castle crafted chainmail shirt and leggings
- Food and misc supplies
- Necklace with his father's sigil
- Money pouch with gold
Astere
- Food and misc supplies
- Chainmail shirt
- Leather leggings
- Short sword
- Oils for swords
- Flint
- Torch
- Sword
- Castle crafted chainmail shirt and leggings
- Food and misc supplies
- Necklace with his father's sigil
- Money pouch with gold
Astere
- Food and misc supplies
- Chainmail shirt
- Leather leggings
- Short sword
- Oils for swords
- Flint
- Torch