mollymauk (maukingly) wrote in noexits, @ 2022-06-24 19:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread/narrative, → week 039 (pilot - the green) |
The last thing Molly remembers is spitting in Lorenzo's face. He imagined death would be much emptier, more filled with nothingness. It seemed the universe had other plans for him -- always had more plans for him, and in the greatest irony when he should have finally been able to put this chapter to rest, he wakes up again. The first thing Molly notices is that he is not buried six feet underground. That is, in fact, an improvement, though not by much. This is most definitely not Glory Run Road, and doesn't look like any location he has been to in Wildemount. And Molly's been to quite a few thanks to the carnival. There is no sign of Beau, but he couldn't really blame the monk if she left him for dead. He feels like death. Which is the next thing he notices. The pain is undeniable and now that he is alert enough to recognize that, he feels it in full force. Shallow cuts to his skin are one thing, he's bounced back from them before, but this? A glaive to the chest? He's going to need a powerful cleric for this one. And the only cleric he knows of happened to get taken by the Iron Shepherds. His only hope, then, is that someone happens upon him -- someone who either knows healing magic or can get him to a cleric or any sort of healer, really. But is anyone even looking for him? If everyone he knew before thinks he is dead, what hope does he have? Luck has never exactly been on his side, but maybe this is the start of something new. And so, tucked underneath a tree somewhere in the overgrowth, sits Molly, clutching at a rather grizzly wound in his chest, waiting to see if the gods are smiling down at him for a change. |