Wednesday: February 20, 2008
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Who: Sascha and Jake
When: Late evening, just after sunset
Where: Northern mountain range, near the Arts and Trade Enclave
What: An evening hike and a rescue mission gone awry- here comes Jake to save the day!
Sharp, cold. Each shallow intake of breath felt like a net of white hot needles stinging, pulsing, throbbing across his lungs. The searing pain in his lower right leg had subsided a bit, although he wasn't sure if the cold had numbed him to the feeling or he'd just become accustomed to the pain.
Sascha had no way of knowing how severe his injuries were overall; his leg was obviously broken, but the crude splint he'd fashioned out of his belt and a few fallen branches had worked well. Most of his clothes had been thoroughly soaked, and the snow and sub-freezing temperatures over the past several days had only compounded his problem: he was cold, probably suffering from an advanced stage of hypothermia, injured to the point of near-immobilization...and the full moon was ready to rise.
After his fall, he'd summoned enough strength to pull himself free of the river and into a narrow cave a few yards from the bank. It had provided a minimal degree of cover from the elements, but that was enough; between the food rations and other meager supplies he'd brought along during the search party efforts, and his own resourcefulness, he'd managed to survive four nights alone in the wilderness. It was a considerable achievement...but his time was running out.
( he was almost to the point of not caring anymore. )
When: Late evening, just after sunset
Where: Northern mountain range, near the Arts and Trade Enclave
What: An evening hike and a rescue mission gone awry- here comes Jake to save the day!
Sharp, cold. Each shallow intake of breath felt like a net of white hot needles stinging, pulsing, throbbing across his lungs. The searing pain in his lower right leg had subsided a bit, although he wasn't sure if the cold had numbed him to the feeling or he'd just become accustomed to the pain.
Sascha had no way of knowing how severe his injuries were overall; his leg was obviously broken, but the crude splint he'd fashioned out of his belt and a few fallen branches had worked well. Most of his clothes had been thoroughly soaked, and the snow and sub-freezing temperatures over the past several days had only compounded his problem: he was cold, probably suffering from an advanced stage of hypothermia, injured to the point of near-immobilization...and the full moon was ready to rise.
After his fall, he'd summoned enough strength to pull himself free of the river and into a narrow cave a few yards from the bank. It had provided a minimal degree of cover from the elements, but that was enough; between the food rations and other meager supplies he'd brought along during the search party efforts, and his own resourcefulness, he'd managed to survive four nights alone in the wilderness. It was a considerable achievement...but his time was running out.
( he was almost to the point of not caring anymore. )
