iStones, August 18th

[hellawrath]

[Here's another announcement by your favorite elf! Only this time, Lup hardly sounds like herself. She sounds, just, so tired. Like having fought and lost an impossible battle, tired. There's no fire or hope in her monotone voice. But whoever's still around to hear this, needs to hear this? She's got to say it anyway.]

If you haven't been here long... The dead come back in the temple. Should only be like, a few days, I-I hope.

We'll be waiting there, for them. You're welcome to join us.

Comments

[salschef]

Oh, that's-

Great.

[ He'd never interacted with her, immediately caught up in trying to wrangle three sick paladins, but Hunk sounds- tired. Drained, in a way that all the survivors probably sound.

This wasn't a good way to die. ]

[hellawrath]

[An unfamiliar voice, probably pretty new then. Would've probably been nice, to talk to him under better circumstances.]

We're only going up from here, buddy. [It doesn't sound like a comfort when she says it.]

[salschef]

Yeah.

Mean's they'll be here to yell at, soon.

[ He sounds almost like he's trying to convince himself. ]

[hellawrath]

[That gets something almost like a snort out of her, though it really sounds way more like a sigh.]

Your friends that impossible to keep alive, too?

[salschef]

I guess.

Just got here, two of the three go and die on me.

[hellawrath]

[Yikes, that's rough buddy, all those flippantly sympathetic quips she's got at her disposal? None of that is gonna cut it, here.]

Shit. [Barely more than a whisper, that's all she's got on behalf of this poor newbie's terrible timing.] For what it's worth? It's not-- it's not usually like this, here. I mean... usually there's something to fight, anyway. [Not that the week of darkness and Ai'tuoh and fucking Bliss hadn't been rough as hell, but... this was different.]