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Coming Down Ain't as Fun as Going Up
Open Solanis 
Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
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ROSCORRO
He didn't remember anything. He didn't remember finding the caves. Exploring them. He certain did not remember Kiada and what had transpired between them. He could not recall finally stumbling out of the network of caves or heading towards Solanis. He had no memory of his actions for the past 24 hours. But he did not dwell on this fact. He couldn't. For the pounding pain in his head made any conscious thought utterly impossible. He stood at the fringes of Solanis, releasing the contents of his stomach for probably the fourth time. There was nothing left for him to heave as his side were wracked with choked coughs.

He was beside the river fed by the lake of the Summit. Unable to go any further. Unwilling to leave the fresh supply of water. The cold, blessed water. Once his stomach decided that it really didn't have anything left in it he returned to that water. He bent down, laying within the the water until it came up over his shoulders. Then he dunked his head, submerging it into the icy cold once more to try and ease it of this horrible pounding. Why was it pounding? Had he been hit by some sort of magic? He had no idea, all he wanted was for the pain to stop. It always eased whenever it was within this cold water, but he could not breath beneath the waves and he had no plant to aid him. Nor the strength to go searching for any.

Finally, when his lungs couldn't take it any longer, he resurfaced. Sputtering and gasping for breath. This made his head pound more and he dare not open his eyes for fear of the light. He tried to take slow sips of river water, hoping to calm his belly before dunking his head in again. This pain would go away eventually, right? He only hoped, he couldn't function like this. He was far too nauseas to walk and he lay in the river no longer caring. He just wanted to feel better.



"Talk."

But You Cannot Break My Hope!
I'm Still Undefeated!
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Set the day after Rosco had his encounter with Kiada. He's suffering the effects of coming out of his high.
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 


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Coming Down Ain't as Fun as Going Up - by Roscorro - 03-25-2018, 12:06 AM