Shard 001 // Video
[A video feed starts with one bright blue eye, so pale it's nearly silver, framed by dark red hair. Disturbingly, the color looks natural, if the matching eyebrow is any indicator, and as the face moves back, the feed catches a rather tightly controlled but stressed expression. It's a young woman, with blood splattered across her face in long strings. She's panting softly, soundlessly, full lips parted, lit only by the PCD and the dull silver glow of something in the background.]
Khelgar, Neeshka?
[More shifting, and she reaches up to push her hair back from her face, her fingers catching on what looks remarkably like... a small, sharp horn jutting out of her hairline. It's only about the size of the last joint of her thumb.]
This place looks like Qara hit it on PMS...
HEY. GUYS.
[Her voice echoes off with no answer, and she winces, stumbling and putting a hand across the leather and chainmail covering her side. It comes away with a good deal of blood.]
D-Damn it, Z, where are you when I actually need to know something... like where the hell everyone's gone?!
CASAVIR!
[More stumbling. She seems to decide to sit down for a minute, sweat glinting on her brow, groping her fingers over the armor and into her battered leather pack.]
No more... healing potions.
Tyr's sake, where has everyone gone...?
Khelgar, Neeshka?
[More shifting, and she reaches up to push her hair back from her face, her fingers catching on what looks remarkably like... a small, sharp horn jutting out of her hairline. It's only about the size of the last joint of her thumb.]
This place looks like Qara hit it on PMS...
HEY. GUYS.
[Her voice echoes off with no answer, and she winces, stumbling and putting a hand across the leather and chainmail covering her side. It comes away with a good deal of blood.]
D-Damn it, Z, where are you when I actually need to know something... like where the hell everyone's gone?!
CASAVIR!
[More stumbling. She seems to decide to sit down for a minute, sweat glinting on her brow, groping her fingers over the armor and into her battered leather pack.]
No more... healing potions.
Tyr's sake, where has everyone gone...?