Josu's Dirk, Tortall - Early March
There was mud in his mouth. Not dirty, gritty water, but thick, sludgy mud behind his front teeth and ground into the minute gaps between his molars. His tongue was coated in it and attempts he made at spluttering or using his tongue to get rid of the mud only resulted in moving the mud around.
Realizing what was going on in a brief blur of clarity, he pushed himself up out of the mud and let it drop off his face in globs. Now the attempts to spit, splutter and clear his mouth were marginally more successful. He shook his head and used one leg to get the leverage to push himself upright. Keeping his balance was another feat that took some time to fully master as he tried to clear his eyes of the mud he had been face down in moments ago.
He took a moment to look around, catch his breath and soak in his surroundings in a less literal way. "This isn't Corus." Way to state of the obvious, Kawalsky. He didn't even know if he was in the right universe. To his right, in the distance, was a forest or wood of some kind. Everywhere else there was farmland. Paddocks with grazing animals littered the landscape a short distance away. When he turned around and squinted against the sunlight, he thought he could make out some buildings in the distance. "It's a start," he muttered and rummaged around for his bag in some nearby grass. "Hell if I travel by Portalocity again." It was an empty threat. Winded and disoriented, but generally unharmed, Kawalsky headed off in the direction of what he hoped was civilization.
Realizing what was going on in a brief blur of clarity, he pushed himself up out of the mud and let it drop off his face in globs. Now the attempts to spit, splutter and clear his mouth were marginally more successful. He shook his head and used one leg to get the leverage to push himself upright. Keeping his balance was another feat that took some time to fully master as he tried to clear his eyes of the mud he had been face down in moments ago.
He took a moment to look around, catch his breath and soak in his surroundings in a less literal way. "This isn't Corus." Way to state of the obvious, Kawalsky. He didn't even know if he was in the right universe. To his right, in the distance, was a forest or wood of some kind. Everywhere else there was farmland. Paddocks with grazing animals littered the landscape a short distance away. When he turned around and squinted against the sunlight, he thought he could make out some buildings in the distance. "It's a start," he muttered and rummaged around for his bag in some nearby grass. "Hell if I travel by Portalocity again." It was an empty threat. Winded and disoriented, but generally unharmed, Kawalsky headed off in the direction of what he hoped was civilization.