[ Batis dropped the backpack against the open door frame as she stumbled into the classroom frosted white from the broken windows steadily seeping in the chill over the years. Largely unaffected by the cold, but slowed by her exhaustion and injuries lumbered into the room as a bear would shoulders it way through unfamiliar territory. Powerful, but hampered by its own hesitation.
One slip up could mean the end for even a seasoned traveler; she knew this and still uneven footing found her and landed her in this unpleasant predicament all the same. A gash as long as her hand and wide as her thumb stain the side of her abdomen red through the segmented leathers of her cuirass and oilskin duster from where she fell out further in the woods where a sharp rock clipped her. A mistake a decided lack of healing magic would have her come to regret and bitterly curse as she dug through the pack. Body propped limp up against an upturned desk.
Lighting a small fire inside a sliced open soda can stuffed with cotton soaked in alcohol, Batis starts to hit the tip of a knife over the small flame. She intended to sear the wound closed with the rest of the alcohol in her stomach to dull the inevitable pain as a pieced of a wadded and torn shirt was stuffed between her teeth.
Before the distant footsteps kicked up in the hallways above her, or she heard the disembodied voices - there was only her unbroken concentration as she pressed the red tipped blade to her exposed skin. ]
dragonborn ( the elder scrolls )
[ Batis dropped the backpack against the open door frame as she stumbled into the classroom frosted white from the broken windows steadily seeping in the chill over the years. Largely unaffected by the cold, but slowed by her exhaustion and injuries lumbered into the room as a bear would shoulders it way through unfamiliar territory. Powerful, but hampered by its own hesitation.
One slip up could mean the end for even a seasoned traveler; she knew this and still uneven footing found her and landed her in this unpleasant predicament all the same. A gash as long as her hand and wide as her thumb stain the side of her abdomen red through the segmented leathers of her cuirass and oilskin duster from where she fell out further in the woods where a sharp rock clipped her. A mistake a decided lack of healing magic would have her come to regret and bitterly curse as she dug through the pack. Body propped limp up against an upturned desk.
Lighting a small fire inside a sliced open soda can stuffed with cotton soaked in alcohol, Batis starts to hit the tip of a knife over the small flame. She intended to sear the wound closed with the rest of the alcohol in her stomach to dull the inevitable pain as a pieced of a wadded and torn shirt was stuffed between her teeth.
Before the distant footsteps kicked up in the hallways above her, or she heard the disembodied voices - there was only her unbroken concentration as she pressed the red tipped blade to her exposed skin. ]