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Date Posted: 00:41:27 03/01/02 Fri
Author: Rowan
Subject: How many fingers are you holding up?
In reply to: Ravin 's message, "The first temple" on 10:13:55 02/27/02 Wed

When Jade pulled Rowan out away from the pile of rubble, he gave her a funny look, wondering why she didn’t have a single strand of hair on her head. It really did take several seconds for him to remember who she was, and how they’d managed to rescue her only a couple hours ago. He wanted to open his mouth and say something charming to her about returning the favor, but his voice wasn’t too keen on operating for some reason.

Kind of a stupid thing to say, anyway. He shrugged and decided to just tell her thank you, mentally rehearsing the words in his mind (he didn’t know why, but he felt like he just had to do that before his tongue would move properly). But when he looked up, she was gone, replaced by someone new. Rowan squinted his eyes at the man, trying to figure out who he was, too. Rather a nice looking guy, too, and he thought he’d be a bit cheeky and tell him he thought so, but a sudden blinding pain erupted out of nowhere in his right arm

He yelped loudly, staring dumbly at the ugly, open wound where the piece of mortar had been, his eyes now widening with curiosity as a strange, golden glow spread over it. Then Argus—oh yeah, Argus—said something he couldn’t quite understand before turning away from him, and being somehow replaced by Valhorek. Rowan blinked up at the healer, smiling as his face fuzzed in and out of focus. He really couldn’t figure out why everyone was acting so strangely, or why he had this blinding, earth-shattering headache racking his entire brain with each beat of his heart, either. Weird.

“Tia!” he suddenly cried, when he realized she had been sitting beside him almost the whole time, actually wiping the perspiration from his forehead. Once the healer left him, he tried to stand, bracing himself against the wall as the floor tilted wildly.

I can barely stand up! he wanted to say, but all he managed to get out was a vague, incoherent sort of mumble. “Mmm…Tia,” he muttered, grabbing a hold of her shoulder with one hand. When he was able to stand by himself for a few seconds, he grinned down at her and took a couple woozy steps forward. Well, this definitely felt strange, he admitted to himself. He kept tripping over his own feet, and the floor kept jumping up at inopportune moments to try and slap him in the face.

A commotion at the farthest end of the building made him look up hastily—too hastily, as his vision blurred and swirled violently for a couple seconds before settling back to normal. Immediately, he whipped his swords out when he saw the giant spiders, but when he realized he couldn’t even point the blade in the right direction, even when squinting one eye, he decided to play it safe. Best not to accidentally skewer someone or something. Would be an awfully tragic thing to do, really.

“Mmph,” he mumbled again, grabbing wildly on to Tia again, wrapping both his arms around her as another wave of dizziness assaulted him. “Save me, Tia,” he said, not even sure if the words came out properly. He started laughing softly like an idiot, the soft chuckles rolling out in rhythm with his pounding headache. He had no idea how badly he’d hit his head against the stone floor of the temple, and neither healer had checked him for that, each likely assuming the other would either take care of it or had already done so.

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