Morthil's mouth dropped open in shock.
"The...the whole village....gone? You're joking, you're"—but then Morthil saw she was not joking. It was true. The village was gone, Morthil likely the only known survivor.
He sagged in Goblinda's arms, his heart broken and in pain.
Goblinda tensed. Morthil could sense it.
Something was wrong. Instinctually he wanted to help....
And then it was as if he was transported to a dark place. The sounds of Lin and Go Linda faded.
All was deathly quiet. He could smell the devastation, feel the sting of the embers floating through the air. His nose burned from the smoke. His lungs seized up. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He could feel pain. Emotional pain. Physical pain. It felt like there was a hole in his chest. And the hole was filling with blood.
His muscles felt like someone had torn them apart. His lungs screamed for air. He could hear the cries and screams of dying people. But all he could see was black. A darkness so intense that it pressed on him.
Even though he could feel everything with intensity, it felt muted still...and then everything came rushing back. He was back in Lin's house, in the arms of Goblinda.
But then she dropped him and he landed on the floor, breathing hard, sucking in air as if he actually had just been wherever that was. The emotional distress was so much that he shifted, finally, into his elf form. He took a few deep, shaky breaths.
"What happened...what was that?"
He looked at Goblinda.
She did not look good.
"The...the whole village....gone? You're joking, you're"—but then Morthil saw she was not joking. It was true. The village was gone, Morthil likely the only known survivor.
He sagged in Goblinda's arms, his heart broken and in pain.
Goblinda tensed. Morthil could sense it.
Something was wrong. Instinctually he wanted to help....
And then it was as if he was transported to a dark place. The sounds of Lin and Go Linda faded.
All was deathly quiet. He could smell the devastation, feel the sting of the embers floating through the air. His nose burned from the smoke. His lungs seized up. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He could feel pain. Emotional pain. Physical pain. It felt like there was a hole in his chest. And the hole was filling with blood.
His muscles felt like someone had torn them apart. His lungs screamed for air. He could hear the cries and screams of dying people. But all he could see was black. A darkness so intense that it pressed on him.
Even though he could feel everything with intensity, it felt muted still...and then everything came rushing back. He was back in Lin's house, in the arms of Goblinda.
But then she dropped him and he landed on the floor, breathing hard, sucking in air as if he actually had just been wherever that was. The emotional distress was so much that he shifted, finally, into his elf form. He took a few deep, shaky breaths.
"What happened...what was that?"
He looked at Goblinda.
She did not look good.