Re: Carl vs. Claustrophobia, Round I
11:36, Today: Mad Irish Murphy rolled 9,5 using d4-2,d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of (4+4+3)11,(6+1)7. Tracking, unskilled white chip.
11:36, Today: Mad Irish Murphy rolled -1,1 using d4-2,d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 1,3. tracking, still unskilled.
Murphy hadn't known the particulars of the cave-in... it was a hushed secret, nobody in town liked to talk about it all that much. And he understood why. Best to forget such a thing.
"You're not the only one who lost friends, Carl. It's always tragic. It always hurts. You always feel responsible, even if there was nothing you could have done.
The bloody British", he notably doesn't use "Saxons" there, as he usually does for the English oppressors, "they came one day and busted a few of me mates and meself in a tavern. Blocked the door, then started shooting. So we shoot back. So they..." he smiles a sad smile, "so they start burning it down. Good structure, that tavern. Solid stone walls. Nice thatched roof. Small windows. Only three of us made it out there, Carl. Just the three who was small enough to climb out the chimney. Burnt off me arse hairs, I can tell you that!"
The crude joke is ineffectual in hiding his grief.
"Boy, did I feel guilty. For them to die in such a way and me to live. But you have to carry on, pick yourself up and remember them, honor them. That's what me father used to say. You have to trust an Irishman on this, Carl. We know loss and sorrow.
Wasn't too long before a garrison of the British burned down. Bad storm, they say it was. Bad storm. Gave them lots of trouble finding recruits after that, too."
He nods, his lips tight, then breaks into a smile again at Carl's promise not to let him die down here. "Didn't plan on dying down here or up there anytime soon, mate. Got a beautiful daughter and another kid on the way. Flora would kill me if I'd die, you know. Trust me, you don't want to see her get mad. Wouldn't like her when she's angry, me Flora. But I'll be happy to pray with you."
He kneels down and holds out a hand for Carl to do the same. It takes a while, but when it becomes clear that Murphy won't relent, he follows suit.
Murphy takes Carl's hand and prays a Hail Mary, waiting for Carl to repeat line after line.
After that, he gets up and points into the darkness. "I think that tunnel turns about back to where we came... better to go there, don't you think?"