01-31-2016, 08:29 AM
As the murky depth of unconsciousness cleared from Eric's mind, his thoughts struggled to form coherent ideas. A moment later, or minutes later, Eric could not tell, the first rational conclusion pushed to the forefront. This was a profound statement, one that was immersed in wisdom: Fireballs. Hurt. A lot. Gathering his strength, Eric reluctantly opened his eyes, gazing up at the perpetual whiteness of the "sky" above him.
The next step in this mighty quest of Eric's would most likely be the hardest: attempting to drag himself back to his feet. Rummaging through his mind, he searched for a suitable strategy. Suddenly, inspiration struck. Putting his plan into action, Eric surrounded his hands with energy, giving them a quick rub to confirm that the field was there. As Requiem fell into the outstretched palm of his right hand, he grasped the sword with both hands. He maneuvered his sword to where it rose up beside him, a silver spire of metal bordered by a vast sky of white. His hands slowly ascended its length, coming to a rest as they reached their full length. Pulling with all the might left in his sore body, the young mage drew himself up. Soon, his side was resting upright against the sword. Mustering his willpower once more, Eric heaved himself upward, and managed to get his feet underneath him.
Exhausted, he leaned heavily upon his sword, and looked up to survey the group. That dragon guy wasn't here earlier. This group is getting bigger by the minute. And it seems that he and the metal-clad knight are definitely not on the best of terms with each other. But I definitely need some help, or at least some guidance.
Beginning to hobble, Eric made his way over to the group, using Requiem as a make-shift walking stick. He halted in front of a brown-haired fellow, who appeared to be very excited about something. Collecting his thoughts, Eric started to introduce himself, pointedly keeping his hands behind his back. "Hello, my name is Eric, and I have no idea what's going on. You seem like a friendly enough guy, so hopefully you can fill me in on a few things."
The next step in this mighty quest of Eric's would most likely be the hardest: attempting to drag himself back to his feet. Rummaging through his mind, he searched for a suitable strategy. Suddenly, inspiration struck. Putting his plan into action, Eric surrounded his hands with energy, giving them a quick rub to confirm that the field was there. As Requiem fell into the outstretched palm of his right hand, he grasped the sword with both hands. He maneuvered his sword to where it rose up beside him, a silver spire of metal bordered by a vast sky of white. His hands slowly ascended its length, coming to a rest as they reached their full length. Pulling with all the might left in his sore body, the young mage drew himself up. Soon, his side was resting upright against the sword. Mustering his willpower once more, Eric heaved himself upward, and managed to get his feet underneath him.
Exhausted, he leaned heavily upon his sword, and looked up to survey the group. That dragon guy wasn't here earlier. This group is getting bigger by the minute. And it seems that he and the metal-clad knight are definitely not on the best of terms with each other. But I definitely need some help, or at least some guidance.
Beginning to hobble, Eric made his way over to the group, using Requiem as a make-shift walking stick. He halted in front of a brown-haired fellow, who appeared to be very excited about something. Collecting his thoughts, Eric started to introduce himself, pointedly keeping his hands behind his back. "Hello, my name is Eric, and I have no idea what's going on. You seem like a friendly enough guy, so hopefully you can fill me in on a few things."
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