06-21-2017, 11:26 PM
The Sage raced through the underbrush, the unconscious insect under one arm. It seemed that he was not actually being followed, likely the other four had been delayed fighting over the item. It pained the Sage somewhat that he had been forced to withdraw without gaining the artifact, but he doubted that the insect would be able to make it very far without help. The Sage chuckled to himself, though the laughter turned into a rasping cough and he had to lean up against a tree for support.
Even when you have signed up for a duel to the death, you would rather learn more about this intriguing little critter than eliminate a potential rival in the conflict. He was hopeless. The Sage’s breath was returning slower than he felt was likely a good sign. He moved into the shelter of a series of rock outcroppings and set the small insect on the ground. He needed to take stock of the situation. Tearen had given him a mental message to follow him to the Safehouse. He now had to decide whether he trusted Wover yet. He knew that the enigma was taciturn, and there was an extreme possibility that he would simply be walking into another conflict immediately.
He looked down at the comatose insect on the ground next to him. The Safehouse would have the best medical supplies available on the island. If he could convince Tearen not to barbecue the little creature out of spite, then perhaps he could get some of his questions answered. The Sage grunted, wincing slightly as he got back on his feet. With no weapon, he was horribly exposed, but his situation would not improve without effort. It would certainly be easier once the bug was able to walk on his own two feet.
Even when you have signed up for a duel to the death, you would rather learn more about this intriguing little critter than eliminate a potential rival in the conflict. He was hopeless. The Sage’s breath was returning slower than he felt was likely a good sign. He moved into the shelter of a series of rock outcroppings and set the small insect on the ground. He needed to take stock of the situation. Tearen had given him a mental message to follow him to the Safehouse. He now had to decide whether he trusted Wover yet. He knew that the enigma was taciturn, and there was an extreme possibility that he would simply be walking into another conflict immediately.
He looked down at the comatose insect on the ground next to him. The Safehouse would have the best medical supplies available on the island. If he could convince Tearen not to barbecue the little creature out of spite, then perhaps he could get some of his questions answered. The Sage grunted, wincing slightly as he got back on his feet. With no weapon, he was horribly exposed, but his situation would not improve without effort. It would certainly be easier once the bug was able to walk on his own two feet.
Quote:Sage and Little Ghost move from B7 to B15. making full use of that cooldown to avoid badness.
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