alright so everyone has different reactions. We're leaving it at that, please.
Yes, agreed.
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I don't have a problem with that, well I didn't until you posted this.
Look man, don't worry. You do you and I'll do me. I mean no offense, that was just a snide comment on my part. Won't be any more.
@SepticGentleman, yeah your character is the most panicked out of all going around running irrational. Who the fck runs in a territory he doesn't know when he has a group of people similar to him that could help him. Like wtf, all the wild animals that you could encounter or the species of plants bugs etc while going alone through the jungle, you could slip into some slippery ground or get sucked in one of those quicksands.
Panic, in this scenario, is to be expected, even though it's detrimental. You absolutely cannot tell me with full sincerity that a modern-era human being, such as Cliff, would be 100% calm and collected the moment they woke up here.
Believe me, he's gonna calm down. But I'm playing him at least somewhat plausibly.
I feel like Clifford is the only one handling this situation like any halfway sane person would.
Rest of these people must get spirited away to alien worlds every other weekend.
And I thought I had cool hobbies.
Rest of these people must get spirited away to alien worlds every other weekend.
And I thought I had cool hobbies.
Operation Clifford Fucks Off is now in full swing.
Addendum, edited you in Densoro. My bad.
Addendum, edited you in Densoro. My bad.
Top of the hill. Clifford had been pushed all the way back up, and when he'd made it there, he discovered what had been making all those roaring sounds.
A chimera.
Of all things.
Clifford's good eye widened as he turned his head, still moving, watching the chimera stamped the ground, glaring at a young woman further down the knotted hill @bcc, and an armored one who was looking to stand up to it @Densoro. The lion growled, and the snake hissed. It was ready to pounce at any moment. He and it were close, but its attention was still averted towards the women.
Clifford, half panicking, made a move. He lunged away and grabbed a loose, sizable branch from off the ground, kicked up by the chimera. He quickly regained his stance and started swinging the branch at the fiery being still following him, who wasn't so much threatened by the measly thing as it was annoyed. It waved a few of its four hands, smacking the branch away with surprising force, and igniting it in the process.
The moment the branch was aflame, Clifford turned and ran a bit towards the chimera. Steps away he arced his shoulder and, best as he could, tossed the branch at the lion's head. And he immediately took off running back down the hill in the direction he'd started, as the chimera whipped its two heads around to focus on the being of fire, roaring again.
Clifford prayed the two would focus on each other while he, and the women ahead of him, made a run for it.
The original group was still by the place they'd all woken up. Clifford wasted no time bounding towards, and then straight past them, in the direction of literally anything else that was as far away from all this madness as possible.
Christ, he needed a breather.
A chimera.
Of all things.
Clifford's good eye widened as he turned his head, still moving, watching the chimera stamped the ground, glaring at a young woman further down the knotted hill @bcc, and an armored one who was looking to stand up to it @Densoro. The lion growled, and the snake hissed. It was ready to pounce at any moment. He and it were close, but its attention was still averted towards the women.
Clifford, half panicking, made a move. He lunged away and grabbed a loose, sizable branch from off the ground, kicked up by the chimera. He quickly regained his stance and started swinging the branch at the fiery being still following him, who wasn't so much threatened by the measly thing as it was annoyed. It waved a few of its four hands, smacking the branch away with surprising force, and igniting it in the process.
The moment the branch was aflame, Clifford turned and ran a bit towards the chimera. Steps away he arced his shoulder and, best as he could, tossed the branch at the lion's head. And he immediately took off running back down the hill in the direction he'd started, as the chimera whipped its two heads around to focus on the being of fire, roaring again.
Clifford prayed the two would focus on each other while he, and the women ahead of him, made a run for it.
The original group was still by the place they'd all woken up. Clifford wasted no time bounding towards, and then straight past them, in the direction of literally anything else that was as far away from all this madness as possible.
Christ, he needed a breather.
Clifford lurched back as the fiery being from before materialized before him, tossing up his arm, instinctively shielding himself from the bright of the flames. It held up its four arms, making it very much clear that he was not allowed to go any further.
Clifford turned to his right and, foolishly, attempted to run from the creature again. Its wispy tail of fire glided along the grass below as it strafed around him, again holding up its four hands, barring his passage.
He turned again, and the process repeated. And again, except, the third time, the being merely observed as Clifford ascended back up the hill he'd taken a tumble down before, closing the distance when it grew too agape.
Clifford slowly realized what was going on. This thing wasn't intending on killing him. It was leading him back to where he started. Corralling him like some kind of sheep lost from the herd.
He continued to search for some way, any way to escape the being, as he was slowly led up the hill.
There was a roar. Loud, piercing. He stopped, but the flaming being had him continue his pace.
This wasn't good. Any of this.
Clifford turned to his right and, foolishly, attempted to run from the creature again. Its wispy tail of fire glided along the grass below as it strafed around him, again holding up its four hands, barring his passage.
He turned again, and the process repeated. And again, except, the third time, the being merely observed as Clifford ascended back up the hill he'd taken a tumble down before, closing the distance when it grew too agape.
Clifford slowly realized what was going on. This thing wasn't intending on killing him. It was leading him back to where he started. Corralling him like some kind of sheep lost from the herd.
He continued to search for some way, any way to escape the being, as he was slowly led up the hill.
There was a roar. Loud, piercing. He stopped, but the flaming being had him continue his pace.
This wasn't good. Any of this.
HOO BOY, looks like Clifford's gotten himself into a fine how-do-ya-do.
"Wait! You have to come back!"
Whoever was yelling that to Cliff was out of their mind. He had no intention of waiting to be burned to a crisp by something that, in all his years of experiences in a myriad of sordid battlefields, definitely looked hostile to him. He didn't even bother to acknowledge the fact that he could be wrong. He was too focused on moving forward, figuring out where he was, how to get back, just so many thoughts at once.
He didn't notice something move ever so slightly on the ground ahead of him as he ascended up a low hill. Something, or someone, very much alive. He'd taken one quick look back to see who was chasing him, and suddenly, he was falling forward down the knotted hill.
Rolling. Plenty of it. Clifford came to an abrupt stop after he hit a root jutting from the ground, bruising his shoulder, landing on the sun-lit grass at the base of the hill. Dirt and grass stains covered his white shirt and sweatpants, and not having any shoes wasn't helping his feet stay comfortable.
He lay there for nary a moment before his head rose up. His vision blurry, he looked around, trying to get a feel for his surroundings. All there was were more grass and trees, mountains in the distance. He didn't even pick a proper direction as he stood up and continued forward, clutching his shoulder with his good hand.
He was hoping no one was following him.
Or waiting for him up ahead.
Whoever was yelling that to Cliff was out of their mind. He had no intention of waiting to be burned to a crisp by something that, in all his years of experiences in a myriad of sordid battlefields, definitely looked hostile to him. He didn't even bother to acknowledge the fact that he could be wrong. He was too focused on moving forward, figuring out where he was, how to get back, just so many thoughts at once.
He didn't notice something move ever so slightly on the ground ahead of him as he ascended up a low hill. Something, or someone, very much alive. He'd taken one quick look back to see who was chasing him, and suddenly, he was falling forward down the knotted hill.
Rolling. Plenty of it. Clifford came to an abrupt stop after he hit a root jutting from the ground, bruising his shoulder, landing on the sun-lit grass at the base of the hill. Dirt and grass stains covered his white shirt and sweatpants, and not having any shoes wasn't helping his feet stay comfortable.
He lay there for nary a moment before his head rose up. His vision blurry, he looked around, trying to get a feel for his surroundings. All there was were more grass and trees, mountains in the distance. He didn't even pick a proper direction as he stood up and continued forward, clutching his shoulder with his good hand.
He was hoping no one was following him.
Or waiting for him up ahead.
I made my post assuming unconciousness via blunt force trauma is close enough to count as 'sleep.' If not, let me know. For those curious, Morgan was kicked in the head by his horse when he was unseated, not an uncommon thing at a joust.
Horse's having none of his shit today.
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