It takes not but a moment to go out the side door and gather more dry wood for the fire. The snow has encroached significantly but not enough to reach the little overhand area he made for their spare logs. He's quietly proud of it as he lets himself out into the chilling air. He's aware of the danger, and he keeps a chain at the ready anyways.
Once he has a good sized bundle wrapped up in another chain, he turns to start for the door.
It takes not but a moment to get the wood, and for the nasty crawling predator to spot him. It waits until his hands are occupied, and he turns his back to strike. He does actually manage to wound one of it's legs, turning as he hears the rapid shuffling to send it whipping down on the Devourer's limb, but it's not enough. Soon enough he's limp on the frozen ground. At least he's under a covering for a mercy...
When he wakes again, he cringes at the too harsh light, squinting up at his would-be rescuer.
"Oh my... my head."
2) Am I dreaming again?
Whatever unfortunate soul is granted access to Erich's memories might expect to learn of his unusual childhood. Perhaps of his strained relationship with his father, or learning how to become a warder of Pandaemonium. Maybe even of his budding love for Themis.
There is some of that.
The strongest memory stands however, the most vivid.
A hand releases a memory crystal into the aether. A message most dire to set adrift to someone. Someone who can help, he hopes. From that, he turns, pausing to close his eyes. His final duty done. His walk down the now very empty halls of Pandaemonium save for the creations interred there. He is the last one.
The last warder. He breathes as he removes his shoes. His ritual of getting ready for bed. He hangs his mask on the wall above, then crawls under the covers. He knows, as he closes his eyes, the world is being torn asunder. He knows this will be his final sleep.
He tries to be brave.
Don't open your eyes. No matter what you hear, nor what you feel. Sleep does not find him. No... not before the nightmares do.
Erichthonios | FFXIV [CW: death]
It takes not but a moment to go out the side door and gather more dry wood for the fire. The snow has encroached significantly but not enough to reach the little overhand area he made for their spare logs. He's quietly proud of it as he lets himself out into the chilling air. He's aware of the danger, and he keeps a chain at the ready anyways.
Once he has a good sized bundle wrapped up in another chain, he turns to start for the door.
It takes not but a moment to get the wood, and for the nasty crawling predator to spot him. It waits until his hands are occupied, and he turns his back to strike. He does actually manage to wound one of it's legs, turning as he hears the rapid shuffling to send it whipping down on the Devourer's limb, but it's not enough. Soon enough he's limp on the frozen ground. At least he's under a covering for a mercy...
When he wakes again, he cringes at the too harsh light, squinting up at his would-be rescuer.
"Oh my... my head."
2) Am I dreaming again?
Whatever unfortunate soul is granted access to Erich's memories might expect to learn of his unusual childhood. Perhaps of his strained relationship with his father, or learning how to become a warder of Pandaemonium. Maybe even of his budding love for Themis.
There is some of that.
The strongest memory stands however, the most vivid.
A hand releases a memory crystal into the aether. A message most dire to set adrift to someone. Someone who can help, he hopes. From that, he turns, pausing to close his eyes. His final duty done. His walk down the now very empty halls of Pandaemonium save for the creations interred there. He is the last one.
The last warder. He breathes as he removes his shoes. His ritual of getting ready for bed. He hangs his mask on the wall above, then crawls under the covers. He knows, as he closes his eyes, the world is being torn asunder. He knows this will be his final sleep.
He tries to be brave.
Don't open your eyes. No matter what you hear, nor what you feel. Sleep does not find him. No... not before the nightmares do.
He keeps his eyes closed.