Eternal
Maybe things have somewhat since you were here last time, but the fact remains, you were actually in Rask once, nobody else here has and who knows if those maps are accurate. You’re going to trust your gut and head towards where you remember Fort Defiance was located. Nobody in Jennifer’s expedition crew is exactly pleased with that decision, but Jennifer calms them down and says she trusts you.
You continue your journey and it’s a miserable experience as a freezing ice storm hits hard within a couple of hours.
What remaining horses and other pack animals you had left end up either panicking or outright collapse from the exhaustion. Your group ends up having to dig out a shelter and hunker down for the storm to pass. Food isn’t much of a problem since you just butcher the animals that are dying any way. Fire isn’t either since you can conjure it up. Still, it’s not an ideal situation and others in the group are starting to experience minor frostbite and argue with one another.
A couple more days of this and you’re still not at your goal and the cold is even worse. Either you’ve gotten lost or Fort Defiance has long since fallen to the wilderness. More arguing occurs and blame is placed on you.
“I told you we should’ve followed the maps!” one of Jennifer’s crew remarks. “Why the hell are we listening this guy for? He’s also the one that insisted on leaving two of our people with blood thirsty orcs!”
“I’m also the guy that’s keeping you alive, but that situation can be changed…” you answer.
Surprisingly the man doesn’t back down.
“Oh sure, threaten me with violence, that’s your solution to everything isn’t it?”
“It’s worker pretty well so far and suggest you back off if you don’t want a demonstration to see just how well.”
“Go ahead Mr. badass eternal! We’re already fucking dead anyway now that you’ve gotten us lost! Of course you probably don’t give a shit because you’ll just survive by eating our bodies after we all…”
You can’t hold back any longer, you punch the man in the face breaking his nose. He falls to the ground in a daze. You step forward to give him more of a thrashing, but Jennifer gets in your way.
“Alright that’s enough! I think you’ve proven your point to Kevin. We’re already fighting the elements and the hostile creatures that live here, we don’t need to fight each other as well.”
“(Sigh) Fine, but this asshole better not step out of line again, otherwise I might not be as reasonable!” you remark and then gesture to your soldiers to help Kevin up.
As they do so, it would seem that Kevin isn’t quite through with you yet. He grabs a pistol from one of your soldiers and fires it right at you. He’s not accurate enough to get a kill shot, but he’s close enough that he doesn’t miss. You feel a hot burning sensation go right through your stomach and pass through your back.
“Shit! Fuck…” you utter and fall to the ground. While you’re bleeding internally and externally, your soldiers make quick work of Kevin causing remainder of Jennifer’s people to either look on in horror or scream and yell.
Jennifer rushes to your aid, but she isn’t quite sure what to do.
“Damn it, should’ve…get off me!” you exclaim. Your body is partially in shock, but you manage to catch a breath long enough to gather your thoughts. You need to heal yourself quickly.
With you attempting to concentrate, Jennifer’s crew screaming, your soldiers threatening to subdue them and Jennifer trying to reason with everyone, nobody is paying attention to their surroundings. at least not until an ogre comes loping out from the trees and rips off one of your soldier’s heads.
More ogres come out of the trees as well and they aren’t normal kind…
“Fucking wendigos!” you shout.
The wendigos must have been watching you and finally figured out you aren’t Eyes at all and given that you’re somewhat incapacitated now, they also figured now would be good time to strike and they were correct.
You can’t even get up, because the bullet ripped through your spine paralyzing you from the waist up, the bet you can do is wave your sword around in an attempt to slash at the wendigos nearby.
It doesn’t take long for them to easily kill Jennifer and her crew, followed by your soldiers and by the time they get to you, you’re still weak from blood loss and having limited mobility.
You manage to kill one of them before one puts its fist through your chest and rips off the top half of your torso for a feast.
You continue your journey and it’s a miserable experience as a freezing ice storm hits hard within a couple of hours.
What remaining horses and other pack animals you had left end up either panicking or outright collapse from the exhaustion. Your group ends up having to dig out a shelter and hunker down for the storm to pass. Food isn’t much of a problem since you just butcher the animals that are dying any way. Fire isn’t either since you can conjure it up. Still, it’s not an ideal situation and others in the group are starting to experience minor frostbite and argue with one another.
A couple more days of this and you’re still not at your goal and the cold is even worse. Either you’ve gotten lost or Fort Defiance has long since fallen to the wilderness. More arguing occurs and blame is placed on you.
“I told you we should’ve followed the maps!” one of Jennifer’s crew remarks. “Why the hell are we listening this guy for? He’s also the one that insisted on leaving two of our people with blood thirsty orcs!”
“I’m also the guy that’s keeping you alive, but that situation can be changed…” you answer.
Surprisingly the man doesn’t back down.
“Oh sure, threaten me with violence, that’s your solution to everything isn’t it?”
“It’s worker pretty well so far and suggest you back off if you don’t want a demonstration to see just how well.”
“Go ahead Mr. badass eternal! We’re already fucking dead anyway now that you’ve gotten us lost! Of course you probably don’t give a shit because you’ll just survive by eating our bodies after we all…”
You can’t hold back any longer, you punch the man in the face breaking his nose. He falls to the ground in a daze. You step forward to give him more of a thrashing, but Jennifer gets in your way.
“Alright that’s enough! I think you’ve proven your point to Kevin. We’re already fighting the elements and the hostile creatures that live here, we don’t need to fight each other as well.”
“(Sigh) Fine, but this asshole better not step out of line again, otherwise I might not be as reasonable!” you remark and then gesture to your soldiers to help Kevin up.
As they do so, it would seem that Kevin isn’t quite through with you yet. He grabs a pistol from one of your soldiers and fires it right at you. He’s not accurate enough to get a kill shot, but he’s close enough that he doesn’t miss. You feel a hot burning sensation go right through your stomach and pass through your back.
“Shit! Fuck…” you utter and fall to the ground. While you’re bleeding internally and externally, your soldiers make quick work of Kevin causing remainder of Jennifer’s people to either look on in horror or scream and yell.
Jennifer rushes to your aid, but she isn’t quite sure what to do.
“Damn it, should’ve…get off me!” you exclaim. Your body is partially in shock, but you manage to catch a breath long enough to gather your thoughts. You need to heal yourself quickly.
With you attempting to concentrate, Jennifer’s crew screaming, your soldiers threatening to subdue them and Jennifer trying to reason with everyone, nobody is paying attention to their surroundings. at least not until an ogre comes loping out from the trees and rips off one of your soldier’s heads.
More ogres come out of the trees as well and they aren’t normal kind…
“Fucking wendigos!” you shout.
The wendigos must have been watching you and finally figured out you aren’t Eyes at all and given that you’re somewhat incapacitated now, they also figured now would be good time to strike and they were correct.
You can’t even get up, because the bullet ripped through your spine paralyzing you from the waist up, the bet you can do is wave your sword around in an attempt to slash at the wendigos nearby.
It doesn’t take long for them to easily kill Jennifer and her crew, followed by your soldiers and by the time they get to you, you’re still weak from blood loss and having limited mobility.
You manage to kill one of them before one puts its fist through your chest and rips off the top half of your torso for a feast.
