His sleep while Idunn stood first watch was restless and uneasy, leaving him no less tired when he woke up than when he had laid down. As Tarric stood his turn for second watch the heavy feeling did not ebb and he found himself tensely scrutinizing every shadow -- for what, he did not know. There was never anything there but more shadows. Nothing seemed to threaten them at all.
Afterward as he laid back down near Olwinne, it was with the defeated attitude of uselessness -- doubtless he'd still be awake when the sun rose. The Beorning rolled onto his side and...
Blind. Was he blind? He turned his head this way and that, blinked repeatedly, but there was nothing but blackness. He tried to move, and his arms resisted. He could feel no rope or shackles, but they were held in place as firmly as if they'd been sunk into stone.
Stone... As if the thought brought it into being, he suddenly felt rough stone press into his back, the soles of his feet. So he was standing, then. But he still could not see; he still could not move. His breath caught, and when he could inhale again...
Pain. For all he could not see it, it felt like the shadow solidified and poured into his nostrils, down his throat, choking him. Pain blossomed in his torso as he struggled for breath that wouldn't come, feeling the blackness close in on him like a solid thing. He panicked and thrashed what little he could against whatever was holding him. A loud noise sounded, and though he knew that sound, recognized the presence of words; he could not understand them, only that they brought terror even above the fear of suffocation.
Fear -- And suddenly he was moving, running... darkness still clouded his vision, but not completely any longer, and he could see a dim light ahead. The shadow was dragging at his heels, but this was his chance...
Assets Tarric and Olwinne both have +1 talisman vs orcs.
Berserker - (Combat Talent) |
Progress ▥= 1 tick, ▦= 2 ticks, ▩= 3 ticks, ⬛= full
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