Breathe
All these attacks meant nothing
Breathe
You knew it would not make a difference
You were just desperate to feel in control
Breathe This is how you die
This is how you die This is how you die
Breathe This is how you die
This is how you die
This is how you die
THIS IS HOW YOU DIE, THIS IS HOW YOU DIE ,THIS IS HOW YOU DIE, THIS IS HOW YOU DIE
LEFT AND MARKED FOR DEATH BY A WITCH
Breathe
There is nothing you can do
When you are overtaken
by an overwhelming enemy
follow your training
There is nothing you can do
Breathe
If you cannot advance, fall back on the familiar
You are nothing
Breathe NOTHING
Breathe NOTHING
If you cannot trust yourself
reduce your actions
to established patterns
Breathe
This is
what you
deserve
Do, what you know to do
Breathe
Do, what you have always done
Breathe
Why
bother?
One, center yourself.
What do you see?
You are going blind
You are going blind
Yves stood in a crater. It was one of many strewn across the landscape. It stretched about 80 to 100 metres in diameter. It was roughly 20 metres deep. He had never seen the craters before. He could only assume that they were the aftermath of something that happened after he last ventured to the lighthouse.
All of this not to go blind
and now you die anyway
All of this not to go blind,
and now you die anyway.
The Vicha was approaching him with recognisable intent and increasing speed, four to five kilometres away.
You could have lives with honour
Your life could have had value
You could have lives with honour
Your life could have had value
What do you feel?
Fear
Fear
Fear Fear
Fear
Yves shivered violently. From exhaustion. From the cold. He was not injured. He drew energy from his ring to recover.
He felt sick. He was fine.
Fear Fear
Regret
Regret
Midnight would be all right.
Shame
Fear
Fear
Fear
Two, secure yourself.
Fear Regret
Fear
Fear Fear
Fear Fear
Fear
Yves forced himself to take a deep breath and unclench his arms from his chest. He started to build. In the heart of the crater, he constructed a shelter against the storm. He erected a rudimentary shard roof overhead and a protective semi-circle around him.
A pointless death
in a hole in the ground. Alone.
A pointless death
in in a hole in the ground. Alone.
Fear
Three, assess your resources.
The Heartwood Staff lay where the shard dome had dissipated. Yves had held onto it when first caught by the tendrils. He did not have the travel chest, which had dropped on the spot the moment he had lost control over the staff.
Fear
Yves unslung the Bow of Light and shed its harness, the cold punctuating every movement. Drenched as he was, his backpack had reduced the flow of water by pressing his clothes firmly against his back. Now, removing it, frozen fabric and water shifted freely over his skin. His body could not stop shivering – Center yourself. Reduce your thoughts. Focus on your action.
Fear
Fear
Fear
Fear
- Check the backpack for acid damage.
- Put down the backpack.
Just what
are you doing?
Just what
are you doing?
- Feel all chains and rings: energy and warding, Number Abyx, witch tear, shard bearer, string of marbles, timegiver.
This is what you life
amounted to
Ridiculous
trinkets
This is what your life Ridiculous
amunted to trinkets
- Feel Mir’s bracelet.
- Feel all pockets: wand, daggers, potions, messenger strings, heartstrings, folded hat, artefact gloves, notebook, quill, map, dice, feathers.
- Let go of the feathers.
No-one lived to tell the tale of how to survive a Vicha
let alone such a monstrostity
What makes you so special?
No-one lived to tell the tale of how to survive a Vicha
let alone such a minstrostity
What makes you so special?
- Stop shaking.
- Let go of the feathers.
It's speeding up
It’s speeding up
- Do not look at it.
- Let go of the feathers.
Nothing
can save you
Nothing
can save you
- Center yourself.
- LET GO OF THE FEATHERS.
Fuck this. Yves skipped ahead. He knew exactly what he had on him.
Breathe
All these attacks meant nothing
Breathe
You knew it would not make a difference
You were just desperate to feel in control
Breathe This is how you die
This is how you die This is how you die
Breathe This is how you die
This is how you die
This is how you die
THIS IS HOW YOU DIE
LEFT AND MARKED FOR DEATH BY A WITCH
Breathe
There is nothing you can do
When you are overtaken
by an overwhelming enemy
follow your training
There is nothing you can do
Breathe
If you cannot advance, fall back on the familiar
You are nothing
Breathe NOTHING
Breathe NOTHING
If you cannot trust yourself
reduce your actions
to established patterns
Breathe
This is
what you
deserve
Do, what you know to do
Breathe
Do, what you have always done
Breathe
Why
bother?
One, center yourself.
What do you see?
You are going blind
You are going blind
Yves stood in a crater. It was one of many strewn across the landscape. It stretched about 80 to 100 metres in diameter. It was roughly 20 metres deep. He had never seen the craters before. He could only assume that they were the aftermath of something that happened after he last ventured to the lighthouse.
All of this not to go blind
and now you die anyway
All of this not to go blind,
and now you die anyway.
The Vicha was approaching him with recognisable intent and increasing speed, four to five kilometres away.
You could have lives with honour
Your life could have had value
You could have lives with honour
Your life could have had value
What do you feel?
Fear
Fear
Fear Fear
Fear
Yves shivered violently. From exhaustion. From the cold. He was not injured. He drew energy from his ring to recover.
He felt sick. He was fine.
Fear Fear
Regret
Regret
Midnight would be all right.
Shame
Fear
Fear
Fear
Two, secure yourself.
Fear Regret
Fear
Fear Fear
Fear Fear
Fear
Yves forced himself to take a deep breath and unclench his arms from his chest. He started to build. In the heart of the crater, he constructed a shelter against the storm. He erected a rudimentary shard roof overhead and a protective semi-circle around him.
A pointless death
in a hole in the ground. Alone.
A pointless death
in in a hole in the ground. Alone.
Fear
Three, assess your resources.
The Heartwood Staff lay where the shard dome had dissipated. Yves had held onto it when first caught by the tendrils. He did not have the travel chest, which had dropped on the spot the moment he had lost control over the staff.
Fear
Yves unslung the Bow of Light and shed its harness, the cold punctuating every movement. Drenched as he was, his backpack had reduced the flow of water by pressing his clothes firmly against his back. Now, removing it, frozen fabric and water shifted freely over his skin. His body could not stop shivering – Center yourself. Reduce your thoughts. Focus on your actions.
Fear
Fear
Fear
Fear
- Check the backpack for acid damage.
- Put down the backpack.
Just what
are you doing?
Just what
are you doing?
- Feel all chains and rings: energy and warding, Number Abyx, witch tear, shard bearer, string of marbles, timegiver.
This is what you life
amounted to
Ridiculous
trinkets
This is what your life Ridiculous
amunted to trinkets
- Feel Mir’s bracelet.
- Feel all pockets: wand, daggers, potions, messenger strings, heartstrings, folded hat, artefact gloves, notebook, quill, map, dice, feathers.
- Let go of the feathers.
No-one lived to tell the tale of how to survive a Vicha
let alone such a monstrostity
What makes you so special?
No-one lived to tell the tale of how to survive a Vicha
let alone such a minstrostity
What makes you so special?
- Stop shaking.
- Let go of the feathers.
It's speeding up
It’s speeding up
- Do not look at it.
- Let go of the feathers.
Nothing
can save you
Nothing
can save you
- Center yourself.
- LET GO OF THE FEATHERS.
Fuck this. Yves skipped ahead. He knew exactly what he had on him.
Breathe
All these attacks
meant nothing
Breathe
You knew it would
not make a difference
You were just desperate
to feel in control
Breathe This is how you die
This is how you die
This is how you die
Breathe
This is how you die
THIS IS HOW YOU DIE
LEFT AND MARKED FOR DEATH
BY A WITCH
Breathe
There is nothing
you can do
When you are overtaken
by an overwhelming enemy
follow your training
There is nothing
you can do
Breathe
If you cannot advance,
fall back on the familiar
You are nothing
Breathe NOTHING
Breathe NOTHING
If you cannot trust yourself
reduce your actions
to established patterns
Breathe
This is
what you
deserve
Do, what you know to do
Breathe
Do, what you
have always done
Breathe
Why
bother?
One, center yourself.
What do you see?
You are going blind
You are going blind
Yves stood in a crater. It was one of many strewn across the landscape. It stretched about 80 to 100 metres in diameter. It was roughly 20 metres deep. He had never seen the craters before. He could only assume that they were the aftermath of something that happened after he last ventured to the lighthouse.
All of this not to go blind
and now you die anyway
All of this not to go blind,
and now you die anyway.
The Vicha was approaching him with recognisable intent and increasing speed, four to five kilometres away.
You could have lives with honour
Your life could have had value
You could have lives with honour
Your life could have had value
What do you feel?
Fear
Fear
Fear Fear
Fear
Yves shivered violently. From exhaustion. From the cold. He was not injured. He drew energy from his ring to recover.
He felt sick. He was fine.
Fear Fear
Regret
Regret
Midnight would be all right.
Shame
Fear
Fear
Fear
Two, secure yourself.
Fear Regret
Fear
Fear Fear
Fear Fear
Fear
Yves forced himself to take a deep breath and unclench his arms from his chest. He started to build. In the heart of the crater, he constructed a shelter against the storm. He erected a rudimentary shard roof overhead and a protective semi-circle around him.
A pointless death
in a hole in the ground. Alone.
A pointless death
in in a hole in the ground. Alone.
Fear
Three, assess your resources.
The Heartwood Staff lay where the shard dome had dissipated. Yves had held onto it when first caught by the tendrils. He did not have the travel chest, which had dropped on the spot the moment he had lost control over the staff.
Fear
Yves unslung the Bow of Light and shed its harness, the cold punctuating every movement. Drenched as he was, his backpack had reduced the flow of water by pressing his clothes firmly against his back. Now, removing it, frozen fabric and water shifted freely over his skin. His body could not stop shivering – Center yourself. Reduce your thoughts. Focus on your actions.
Fear
Fear
Fear
Fear
- Check the backpack for acid damage.
- Put down the backpack.
Just what
are you doing?
Just what
are you doing?
- Feel all chains and rings: energy and warding, Number Abyx, witch tear, shard bearer, string of marbles, timegiver.
This is what you life amounted to
Ridiculous
trinkets
This is what your life Ridiculous amunted to trinkets
- Feel Mir’s bracelet.
- Feel all pockets: wand, daggers, potions, messenger strings, heartstrings, folded hat, artefact gloves, notebook, quill, map, dice, feathers.
- Let go of the feathers.
No-one lived to tell the tale of how to survive a Vicha
let alone such a monstrostity
What makes you so special?
No-one lived to tell the tale of how to survive a Vicha
let alone such a minstrostity
What makes you so special?
- Stop shaking.
- Let go of the feathers.
It's speeding up
It’s speeding up
- Do not look at it.
- Let go of the feathers.
Nothing
can save you
Nothing
can save you
- Center yourself.
- LET GO OF THE FEATHERS.
Fuck this. Yves skipped ahead. He knew exactly what he had on him.
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