Thurvishar D'Lorus (thatdlorusbrat) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-10-16 08:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | the raven cycle: blue sargent, ₴ inactive: alexis rose, ₴ inactive: cullen rutherford, ₴ inactive: thurvishar d'lorus |
A blanket apology is due for anyone who had to interact with me yesterday; I'm not sure what happened, but I was in a terrible mood. No excuse for it, of course, but does it make it any more acceptable if I think that the general malaise was magical in origin?
Anyhow, it has been brought to my attention many times that I have a tendency to prattle on when I write, so in a bid to keep this brief and easily digestible for those among you who prefer aperitifs to feasts, today I've got a simple question for you to answer: What, in your life back home, was the stupidest, most embarrassing, most avoidable injury you have ever given yourself or received? Please note the words "stupidest" and "embarrassing" here as they will be doing the heavy lifting - I don't want to read thirty stories of thinly-disguised boasting about how effortlessly amazing you are, because after saving the orphans from the fire while being pursued by venomous bats (for example), you managed to bruise your shin. No, I specify stupid and embarrassing. This is a bid to make us all feel better for our bad moods yesterday by laughing at ourselves.
My story: my friends and I had found ourselves in the Blight, which is a flat, inhospitable desert with a wide variety of things that desperately wanted to kill us. As you likely know, I am a wizard. Unfortunately, magic was not functioning properly in the Blight and I was not able to defend myself magically, and so it was a nonstop stretch of my warrior and assassin friends saving me left and right while I stood about being useless. I was, to put it plainly, feeling rather sore about it. Eventually I hid a very wicked knife against my side in the event that I was grabbed for the nineteenth time by someone murderous and needed to defend myself. Unfortunately, that was when we were attacked by a sand Kraken (I didn't know they existed, either) and it picked me up, gave me a squeeze, and tossed me over what felt like half the desert but was probably only thirty feet. Both the squeeze and my landing ensured that my expertly-hidden knife sliced between my ribs, punctured my lung, and very nearly killed me. It would not have been, comparatively speaking, a very sexy way to go.
Your turn. I know we've got bards here; make it entertaining.