Post by Tony Redgrave on Oct 5, 2011 8:36:25 GMT -6
The first thing he felt was a dull ache in his head when he came to. The only reason he even knew it was thundering is the rumble that rippled the ground. As he came to, slowly, he began getting a hold on his situation. It was raining. As his eyes opened and focused he saw he was in an alley of some sort. He couldn't move.
He laid there, knowing that as long as he felt this throbbing pain in his head, he was alive. Now he just needed to get up. He moved his hand.
Yes, a good start...
He then tried moving his arm. It felt as though it was weighed down by lead weights... he managed to get an arm underneath him, and pushed himself up. It's when he noticed the blood.
What the hell...?
He noticed also how tore up he was... what happened...? He sat down against the wall, his clothes torn, and as he looked himself over, he noticed whatever did this liked sharp things... claws, or knives.
It started coming back to him a little, a sharp blow on his head that put him to his knees, and he was suddenly dragged into the darkness...
His hands went to his neck, his chest, and his thigh, checking for bites. No. Not a vampire. He checked himself over gain, looking for the telltale signs of a Werewolf attack. No. Any werebeast is much larger than this...
It must have been a Wizard...
He stood, shivering, and limped out to the street. He didn't recognize where he was at, nor did he remember where he was....
He slid down the wall, taken by pain again, and sat there, resting some more. Perhaps someone would come along and help him... he was far to weak to muster a healing spell.
He laid there, knowing that as long as he felt this throbbing pain in his head, he was alive. Now he just needed to get up. He moved his hand.
Yes, a good start...
He then tried moving his arm. It felt as though it was weighed down by lead weights... he managed to get an arm underneath him, and pushed himself up. It's when he noticed the blood.
What the hell...?
He noticed also how tore up he was... what happened...? He sat down against the wall, his clothes torn, and as he looked himself over, he noticed whatever did this liked sharp things... claws, or knives.
It started coming back to him a little, a sharp blow on his head that put him to his knees, and he was suddenly dragged into the darkness...
His hands went to his neck, his chest, and his thigh, checking for bites. No. Not a vampire. He checked himself over gain, looking for the telltale signs of a Werewolf attack. No. Any werebeast is much larger than this...
It must have been a Wizard...
He stood, shivering, and limped out to the street. He didn't recognize where he was at, nor did he remember where he was....
He slid down the wall, taken by pain again, and sat there, resting some more. Perhaps someone would come along and help him... he was far to weak to muster a healing spell.