OOC: I expect the bulk of my turn to involve very uninteresting maintainance, cleanup, and therapy, lest the few survivors turn on each other, so I'll probably resort to story telling rather giving you a log recounting the monotony.
My name is Sacch. I'm a dwarf from The Fatal Ice... or at least I was. Living up to its namesake, I and many of my brethren were killed before their time, while under the inept mismanagement of Satori and Hephaestus.
Our deaths were sudden, killed by an enormous fuchsia dimetrodon. It never touched me, it simply stared into my eyes, and it was all I could do to stare back. All I can remember is a faint odour emanating from it, very subtle, somewhat reminiscent of almonds. Before I was aware of the effect its dust was having on me, my body went limp and I was surrounded by blackness.
I do not know how much time had passed, but when I regained awareness of my surroundings, I found myself surrounded by blood, limbs, and lifeless corpses, one of which was my own. The dimetrodon was sliced cleanly in half, I know not by whom, and I suspect the hero that did it had sacrificed his or herself to accomplish the feat.
My only consolation is that Hephaestus, in his own foolishness, has fallen as well; but this is not enough for me. While my brethren seem to have accepted their fates and passed beyond the ethereal netherworld I presently find myself in, I have not. My life had a destiny, and I refuse to move on until I see that destiny fulfilled.
The handful of remaining survivors are working tirelessly to create a resting place for the fallen. I am happy to see they have at least some respect for the dead, and haven't merely tossed us to the magma like a pair of tattered and unwanted pigtail socks.
One of the survivors, a milker name Shem, is in very bad shape. She lies in bed; weak, bleeding, and near death. She seems vaguely aware of my presence at times, and I am wondering if I can strengthen this connection and use it to my advantage to influence her and fulfil my destiny.
That of course depends on her continued survival. Satori has taken up the responsibility of caring for Shem. While I'd have preferred vengeance against her, it seems Satori has become an integral part of my future plans, and should Shem somehow survive, I might even consider forgiveness. Here's hoping that Satori makes an infinitely better surgeon than she does a manager.
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Topic: The Fatal Ice - Succession - 31.12 (3 slots left! O:) (Read 14521 times)