In which a glorious and noble entrance is made.
Characters: Oswald + Anyone else who happens by
Time period: Prehistoric
Location: Wilderness near the Laruba ruins
Time of day: Midday
Content: Oswald recovers from bumpy time travel in a less then dignified fashion.
Warnings: Vomiting? Not much else, aside from that.
His first thought was 'There is no sun in the sky above me.' It took several raspy, dry breaths for a second to follow. 'There is no true sky in the deep parts of the Netherworld.'
A detached part of Oswald's mind counted out three more breaths before he realized that he was laying on his back, and that he couldn't remember just how he ended up there.
He forced himself to breath deeply, and tried to slow down his thoughts so he could concentrate, and figure out his situation. That was hard to do when his fingers reached for the Belderiver, and grasped only empty air. Then, all his mind wanted to do was figure out 'what happened to the sword!?'
Distantly, Oswald remembered keeping his sword ready as he followed that strange bird, then how he tried to hold onto it for dear life when something huge and black had gaped open under his feet, and then-
That was when his stomach lurched, and Oswald twisted over to retch out all his concentration onto the ground, along with his last meal. The taste threatened to choke him, but underneath it he could faintly taste and feel wet, fresh turned earth. That was cold against his mouth, but it didn't carry the same chill or the rancid taste of the Netherworld.
So no matter what else had happened, he truly was out of that place. And as long as he kept his head, he could figure out where he was, and what to do next.
It was just going to take some work to convince his body he could stand up, and look around.
Time period: Prehistoric
Location: Wilderness near the Laruba ruins
Time of day: Midday
Content: Oswald recovers from bumpy time travel in a less then dignified fashion.
Warnings: Vomiting? Not much else, aside from that.
His first thought was 'There is no sun in the sky above me.' It took several raspy, dry breaths for a second to follow. 'There is no true sky in the deep parts of the Netherworld.'
A detached part of Oswald's mind counted out three more breaths before he realized that he was laying on his back, and that he couldn't remember just how he ended up there.
He forced himself to breath deeply, and tried to slow down his thoughts so he could concentrate, and figure out his situation. That was hard to do when his fingers reached for the Belderiver, and grasped only empty air. Then, all his mind wanted to do was figure out 'what happened to the sword!?'
Distantly, Oswald remembered keeping his sword ready as he followed that strange bird, then how he tried to hold onto it for dear life when something huge and black had gaped open under his feet, and then-
That was when his stomach lurched, and Oswald twisted over to retch out all his concentration onto the ground, along with his last meal. The taste threatened to choke him, but underneath it he could faintly taste and feel wet, fresh turned earth. That was cold against his mouth, but it didn't carry the same chill or the rancid taste of the Netherworld.
So no matter what else had happened, he truly was out of that place. And as long as he kept his head, he could figure out where he was, and what to do next.
It was just going to take some work to convince his body he could stand up, and look around.