Desperate Measures
Samuel Wordsworth
 
Book maker/seller
Age: 37 | Height: 5' 5" | Race: OOC Account | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds | Level: 10
STR: 28 - DEX: 25 - END: 27 - LUCK: 25 - ARC: - INT: 1 - HP: 270 - BASE ROLL: 50
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The wind did not chill his bones, it couldn't. But he heard it, saw the candles go out. Almost immediately, Sam sensed this had been a bad idea.

When the hot sunlight touched him, he knew it had been. The pain was everywhere and all at once, inside his very veins and crawling to his heart and through his limbs and up into his brain; Sam jumped up and fell backward, scrabbling on the floor as the voice boomed at him.

"S-sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry!" He screamed, too overwhelmed to fully notice the other voice calling to him in a sweeter tone. Desperately, trying to get away from the pain (which he would later reflect on as a kind of novelty, but in the moment was all consuming and awful) he scrambled up and ran to the door of the temple, slamming it behind him in his haste to leave.

Samuel
The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out;
At one stride comes the dark;

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Desperate Measures - by Samuel - 01-22-2019, 08:50 AM
RE: Desperate Measures - by Random Event - 01-22-2019, 09:01 AM
RE: Desperate Measures - by Samuel - 01-22-2019, 11:19 AM

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