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[ those on their way to the second floor might encounter a markedly pitiful mass along the spiral staircase. it would seem, from the blood and mess trailing down said staircase, that algus hasn't exactly had the best time of recent goings-on. having long since abandoned his crossbow for lack of bolts, and having not wanted to risk trying to find whatever the hell his 'trailer' was in this mess, he's armed only with a simple broadsword- the likes of which he hasn't quite fully been trained to use.
he's sustained a bit of damage: with both legs bloodied and bitten at the calves, a chunk of flesh missing from his midsection, and various rips and tears here and there, he doesn't have much life left in him.
in fact, his time remaining is marked shorter still by the growing horde at the base of the spiral stairs. the zombies' general fumbling serves to spare him a few moments to reflect. algus is, however, wasting these precious moments- though not voluntarily. obviously delusional, he continues climbing, pulling himself up each stair with both arms, sprawled on his gaping stomach. ]
M- ... Mother..?
he's sustained a bit of damage: with both legs bloodied and bitten at the calves, a chunk of flesh missing from his midsection, and various rips and tears here and there, he doesn't have much life left in him.
in fact, his time remaining is marked shorter still by the growing horde at the base of the spiral stairs. the zombies' general fumbling serves to spare him a few moments to reflect. algus is, however, wasting these precious moments- though not voluntarily. obviously delusional, he continues climbing, pulling himself up each stair with both arms, sprawled on his gaping stomach. ]
M- ... Mother..?