Re: Krillis In the Nightland
For want of a nail, a kingdom is lost, it is said. With you, it started with an untied shoe, a trip, a new tablet, and a wet concrete floor being mopped by a janitor. The arc of lightning jumped from the broken tablet, before you could even moan in pain at a nasty fall.
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A bone-chilling metal, rough with odd protrusions lays under your right cheekbone, and your outstretched body, sucking heat out avidly. You struggle to breathe, taking rapid breaths. A deep silence hangs about you, only broken by a deep, far distant clang somwhere below you.