What the actual fuck.
That is the thought that rockets around my skull like a pinball machine as my senses start to function again. The floor - hot, dusty, hard beneath me. The air - stifling, unsatisfying. The sounds - silence, except for maybe some distant chatter. I open my eyes and see I'm in some sort of enclosure. A room.. ramshackle, crumbling, but functional enough to hold me.
Prisoner.
I look up through a foggy daze to see a door guarded by others. My brain can't piece all the details together. They seem familiar but I can't find their names in my mind. Dim light streams in from a few small windows. I don't move except to lift my head. The room is empty, Damaris nowhere to be seen. But I think I feel her presence nearby. Another cell? I'm still struggling to comprehend what has happened. All I remember is the initial struggle.. Damaris being chained, and my own vision growing dark as two Solterrans stood over me.
A prisoner of Solterra.
I lay my head back on the uneven ground with a groan. They have Damaris. Some drug is still in my bloodstream, leaving me groggy and achey. Whatever action I might take will have to wait until I feel better, and I can only hope in the meantime that someone will have noticed my absence, and care enough to come after me.
Fuck diplomacy this shit is gonna go down.
I got bored guys and I'm desperate to post Rosti. So here. Please don't leave him in limbo!
Rosti thoughts | Rosti speech | Damaris mindspeak
That is the thought that rockets around my skull like a pinball machine as my senses start to function again. The floor - hot, dusty, hard beneath me. The air - stifling, unsatisfying. The sounds - silence, except for maybe some distant chatter. I open my eyes and see I'm in some sort of enclosure. A room.. ramshackle, crumbling, but functional enough to hold me.
Prisoner.
I look up through a foggy daze to see a door guarded by others. My brain can't piece all the details together. They seem familiar but I can't find their names in my mind. Dim light streams in from a few small windows. I don't move except to lift my head. The room is empty, Damaris nowhere to be seen. But I think I feel her presence nearby. Another cell? I'm still struggling to comprehend what has happened. All I remember is the initial struggle.. Damaris being chained, and my own vision growing dark as two Solterrans stood over me.
A prisoner of Solterra.
I lay my head back on the uneven ground with a groan. They have Damaris. Some drug is still in my bloodstream, leaving me groggy and achey. Whatever action I might take will have to wait until I feel better, and I can only hope in the meantime that someone will have noticed my absence, and care enough to come after me.
Fuck diplomacy this shit is gonna go down.
Rosti thoughts | Rosti speech | Damaris mindspeak
Rostislav
more than a drunken fool
