The Way Things Go

[TaytoTot 1170]

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As the gates of Reinmar loomed before her, a grotesque creature stood at their gate's threshold, its twisted form illuminated by the infernal blaze. Beside it, a demon-like figure lurked in the shadows, obediently following the creature's barked commands.

With a quickness born of instinct, the Dame drew her weapon from its sheath, the steel gleaming in the firelight as she approached. “What brings you here, creature?” She demanded of the creature. Another voice in the tumult clambered for the ringing of a bell, but Monika paid it no heed.

The woman, unaware of the impending danger, found herself suddenly surrounded by a ring of fire, its flames licking hungrily at the edges of her vision. Panic surged within her as she scrambled to evade the inferno's reach, but fate was unkind, and she felt the searing heat envelop her, igniting her cape in a blazing inferno.

 

Curses spilled from her lips as she fought desperately to rid herself of the fiery shroud, the flames dancing maliciously across her skin. With a scream of agony, she collapsed to her knees, the world spinning in a dizzying whirl of pain. Through gritted teeth, she tore the burning fabric from her body, hurling it aside in a desperate bid for salvation.

 

Yet even as she struggled to regain her bearings, a sudden impact struck her face like a thunderbolt, plunging her into the depths of unconsciousness. The distant shouts of men echoed in her ears as darkness closed in around her, swallowing her cries and leaving naught but silence in its wake.

 

As her body fought valiantly to mend the wounds inflicted upon it, the woman found herself drifting into a realm of introspection. Seven minutes stretched into eternity as her consciousness delved deep into the recesses of her mind, where memories lay cloaked in shadow.

 

In the theatre of her thoughts, a kaleidoscope of emotions danced across the stage of her past. She relived the highs and lows of her tumultuous relationship with Ottomar, her brother, the echoes of her father's voice reverberating through the corridors of her memory. There were whispered conversations about her fate, the meetings that had led her family to flee to the sanctuary of Petra. 

 

. . .

 

But then, abruptly, the reverie was shattered. A foul odour invaded her senses, jolting her back to awareness. With a start, she blinked open her remaining eye, clouded with pain yet still discerning the figures of Sir Artel and Canonious hovering nearby.

 

"Artel..." Her voice emerged as a hoarse whisper, a plea tinged with urgency. "Can you... send a letter for me?"

 

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Thank you every one involved for some awesome RP! I had so much fun, even if my character was rendered unconscious pretty early lmao