Concern, Ithaqua. Not a warning. It's not as though I don't think you can't handle yours--
[The words cut off as the surroundings start to darken. Snow starts to give out to water, air liquifies around them with the salty sting to the eyes as blue overtakes their vision, deeper and deeper and further into black.
Your limbs are bound to rough ocean rock. Though you can breathe, for they have no need to kill you outright, every motion struggles under pressure you should not be able to withstand. Your eyes have not seen the sun, have not felt warmth, have not heard anything but the cavernous, deep rushes of the depths of the ocean, for ages upon ages. You don't remember, how long it is you've been trapped.
But you feel the spirits, nonetheless. The ones that dwell in the currents and their ebb and flow. They drift past you with every breath, and they radiate their disgust, as they have every day. How many days have passed?
Imbecile. Debtor. Monster.
Are you awake? Can you still hear?
Solomon is frozen, a battered gaze towards the ground as his breath catches in his chest, squeezing his eyes shut, unable to move just as much as Ithaqua. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to remember this.]
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[The words cut off as the surroundings start to darken. Snow starts to give out to water, air liquifies around them with the salty sting to the eyes as blue overtakes their vision, deeper and deeper and further into black.
Your limbs are bound to rough ocean rock. Though you can breathe, for they have no need to kill you outright, every motion struggles under pressure you should not be able to withstand. Your eyes have not seen the sun, have not felt warmth, have not heard anything but the cavernous, deep rushes of the depths of the ocean, for ages upon ages. You don't remember, how long it is you've been trapped.
But you feel the spirits, nonetheless. The ones that dwell in the currents and their ebb and flow. They drift past you with every breath, and they radiate their disgust, as they have every day. How many days have passed?
Imbecile. Debtor. Monster.
Are you awake? Can you still hear?
Solomon is frozen, a battered gaze towards the ground as his breath catches in his chest, squeezing his eyes shut, unable to move just as much as Ithaqua. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to remember this.]