[ooc: Liz is a mute, so she has to rely on signing or notes. Just a heads up, if this is something you'd rather avoid.]
I. Into the Endless
[The cold is made worse by Liz's damp clothes. The river had disappeared, her sawmill had disappeared, everything she had known had disappeared; in its place was endless woods, snow and darkness. She struggled to her feet, her hands and feet still manacled together, but far more cold against her skin then before. Without her cloak and scarf, the wind was more bitter and deafening.
She struggled forward as best she could, falling a few times as her feet tripped over the chains. The fog was thick on either side of the path, but she could at least see ahead of her. It seemed to stretch on forever, but standing still wasn't an option. When finally she stumbled into the clearing, she let out a breath...only to have it stolen the moment the chasm opened up in front of her.
The ground was unsteady, especially with the shackles. She struggled back, feeling her foot twist under her. Landing in the snow with a THUMP, she could only look back at the massive hole and the land beyond it. There was safety that way, there had to be, but the getting there...it seemed impossible. Which way did she go?]
II. The End Approaches
[Liz had grabbed some of the paper from the bulletin board and a pen for her use. Very few were likely to be able to understand sign language and she'd need a way around this barrier. There were some requests that peaked her interest, things that she might later be able to provide. It didn't seem like a midwife was really needed, but there were other things she could do, learned from her life on the frontier.
It was the note though, written in blood that left her nearly paralyzed and panicking.
He is coming
Her mind flashed back to the mountains, to her life before and the world seemed to crumble under her. She staggered backwards, struggling to catch her breath as she hyperventilated. There was no saying who this "he" was, but it didn't matter, her mind latched on to one figure and it terrified her. She grabbed onto the sleeve of someone passing by, unconsciously reaching for help, even if it never did much good before.
She looked up at the stranger as she hyperventilated and nearly collapsed to the ground.]
Liz Brundy | Brimstone
I. Into the Endless
[The cold is made worse by Liz's damp clothes. The river had disappeared, her sawmill had disappeared, everything she had known had disappeared; in its place was endless woods, snow and darkness. She struggled to her feet, her hands and feet still manacled together, but far more cold against her skin then before. Without her cloak and scarf, the wind was more bitter and deafening.
She struggled forward as best she could, falling a few times as her feet tripped over the chains. The fog was thick on either side of the path, but she could at least see ahead of her. It seemed to stretch on forever, but standing still wasn't an option. When finally she stumbled into the clearing, she let out a breath...only to have it stolen the moment the chasm opened up in front of her.
The ground was unsteady, especially with the shackles. She struggled back, feeling her foot twist under her. Landing in the snow with a THUMP, she could only look back at the massive hole and the land beyond it. There was safety that way, there had to be, but the getting there...it seemed impossible. Which way did she go?]
II. The End Approaches
[Liz had grabbed some of the paper from the bulletin board and a pen for her use. Very few were likely to be able to understand sign language and she'd need a way around this barrier. There were some requests that peaked her interest, things that she might later be able to provide. It didn't seem like a midwife was really needed, but there were other things she could do, learned from her life on the frontier.
It was the note though, written in blood that left her nearly paralyzed and panicking.
He is coming
Her mind flashed back to the mountains, to her life before and the world seemed to crumble under her. She staggered backwards, struggling to catch her breath as she hyperventilated. There was no saying who this "he" was, but it didn't matter, her mind latched on to one figure and it terrified her. She grabbed onto the sleeve of someone passing by, unconsciously reaching for help, even if it never did much good before.
She looked up at the stranger as she hyperventilated and nearly collapsed to the ground.]