[ karlach was certainly not ready for this fresh layer of hell. after avernus, after the nautiloid, and then again after all that bloody messing about with goblins and cultists and druids, she'd been so stoked on herself and her companions, certain that they were each ready to take on whatever the world had to throw at them. the cruel winds of fate had to be out of cards by now between the seven of them, surely.
turns out they had one banger of a hand in store for this merry band of malcontents. these lands are truly dreadful, even without the impending gloom; it is more ash than soil, more kindling than trees, more darkness and cold than karlach has ever known in her entire life. it was already unsettling before the gnarled, twisted shapes of the forest began closing in around them, but that was nothing compared to the absolute horror show that followed. it seemed like no matter how karlach ran or jumped or swung her axe, they had her pinned with twisting vines and those sawing, relentless thorns. it was just like trying to fight in the midst of a nightmare.
and then things happened so quickly. karlach's world became nothing but darkness, throughout which she kept her focus on declaring that she was just fine to keep fighting, even long after the battle had resolved. there were flashes here and there, full of color and sound: the grim brilliance of an eldritch blast, the jostling motions of someone lifting her off the ground, the sound of labored breathing in her ear. ]
Wait... You can't... I'm just fine...
[ she's murmuring as she drifts in and out of consciousness, tensing in thorn's grasp whenever her senses kick in with a flashing strike of vertigo. it's a wonder that they make it anywhere at all, but a huge surprise when karlach feels the familiar softness of the furs laid out over her blanketroll, now tucked beneath a body that feels cold and oddly removed from her condition.
it's alarming enough to get her to crack open one eye, which holds on thorn and widens when her words click in her mind. ]
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turns out they had one banger of a hand in store for this merry band of malcontents. these lands are truly dreadful, even without the impending gloom; it is more ash than soil, more kindling than trees, more darkness and cold than karlach has ever known in her entire life. it was already unsettling before the gnarled, twisted shapes of the forest began closing in around them, but that was nothing compared to the absolute horror show that followed. it seemed like no matter how karlach ran or jumped or swung her axe, they had her pinned with twisting vines and those sawing, relentless thorns. it was just like trying to fight in the midst of a nightmare.
and then things happened so quickly. karlach's world became nothing but darkness, throughout which she kept her focus on declaring that she was just fine to keep fighting, even long after the battle had resolved. there were flashes here and there, full of color and sound: the grim brilliance of an eldritch blast, the jostling motions of someone lifting her off the ground, the sound of labored breathing in her ear. ]
Wait... You can't... I'm just fine...
[ she's murmuring as she drifts in and out of consciousness, tensing in thorn's grasp whenever her senses kick in with a flashing strike of vertigo. it's a wonder that they make it anywhere at all, but a huge surprise when karlach feels the familiar softness of the furs laid out over her blanketroll, now tucked beneath a body that feels cold and oddly removed from her condition.
it's alarming enough to get her to crack open one eye, which holds on thorn and widens when her words click in her mind. ]
Why? Is it bad?