[ Fleki's had one hell of a past twenty-four hours. Waking up in some utterly bizarre place, with a strange bracelet around her wrist, and soon getting swarmed with people aiming weird devices at her face the moment she left her caravan; they'd shoved her into a hall full of clothing, which she'd snuck out of after arguably selecting the most garish available ensemble—after all, she has no coin, and no warden around to take charge. So this is fine, right?
After thinking on it for awhile, she comes to the conclusion that the only explanation that really makes sense is that she's been trapped within the trickery of some dungeon. She doesn't remember setting foot in another dungeon after that mess on the island, but it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine that her memory had been jumbled by magic somehow... Dungeon or not, however, she's swayed by the information about an elven settlement in the mountains, and so duly finds herself setting off into the region known as "Lord of the Wings" (weird name).
The problem: she's isn't wholly prepared for a journey. Though she's used to sleeping rough in the dungeons and has had the foresight to bring food and clothing for all weather (all of it stolen and stuffed into a backpack), there had been no one who could give her directions. And once she steps into the Wings, early in the morning to make the most of daylight, she also realizes that most of the vegetation is unfamiliar to her, resembling neither plants found in the dungeons nor on the Continent. Is she really that far from home?
She makes decent progress, trekking through the undergrowth, though she takes frequent breaks to refresh and complain. Just not too long, because if she starts thinking about her situation too much, she can feel her brain start turning into mush. However, directions and flora and confusion soon become the least of her worries when she hears the flap of wingbeats overhead. Fleki's head snaps upward to find the source, her experience in these places stoking her instincts to fear the worst. Would it be a giant bat? a griffin? a dragon..? ]
Ch-chimera?!
[ It speaks to her, which is weird, but her mind is on an overdrive. The last chimera is still fresh on her mind, and though they'd nearly gotten rid of it, she can hardly manage that on her own! She's just a scout! There's no telling what would happen to her body if she summoned her familiars here and now!
She tries to shuffle several steps backward, and near-immediately trips on a rock. ]
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After thinking on it for awhile, she comes to the conclusion that the only explanation that really makes sense is that she's been trapped within the trickery of some dungeon. She doesn't remember setting foot in another dungeon after that mess on the island, but it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine that her memory had been jumbled by magic somehow... Dungeon or not, however, she's swayed by the information about an elven settlement in the mountains, and so duly finds herself setting off into the region known as "Lord of the Wings" (weird name).
The problem: she's isn't wholly prepared for a journey. Though she's used to sleeping rough in the dungeons and has had the foresight to bring food and clothing for all weather (all of it stolen and stuffed into a backpack), there had been no one who could give her directions. And once she steps into the Wings, early in the morning to make the most of daylight, she also realizes that most of the vegetation is unfamiliar to her, resembling neither plants found in the dungeons nor on the Continent. Is she really that far from home?
She makes decent progress, trekking through the undergrowth, though she takes frequent breaks to refresh and complain. Just not too long, because if she starts thinking about her situation too much, she can feel her brain start turning into mush. However, directions and flora and confusion soon become the least of her worries when she hears the flap of wingbeats overhead. Fleki's head snaps upward to find the source, her experience in these places stoking her instincts to fear the worst. Would it be a giant bat? a griffin? a dragon..? ]
Ch-chimera?!
[ It speaks to her, which is weird, but her mind is on an overdrive. The last chimera is still fresh on her mind, and though they'd nearly gotten rid of it, she can hardly manage that on her own! She's just a scout! There's no telling what would happen to her body if she summoned her familiars here and now!
She tries to shuffle several steps backward, and near-immediately trips on a rock. ]
Oh shi—
[ She's sooooooo dead. ]