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"No!"
Ru' sits up sweating, quickly reaching for Cybil, and finding nothing but empty space. His head throbs with every beat of his heart and the world spins like a carousel with a haste spell cast upon it. He realizes he is only reliving the nightmare that haunts him when he actually sleeps, the one where Cybil is turned into an abomination by Zhur'kel and he puts a hand to his chest as it twinges a reminder of the past.
He rubs his eyes and temples in an attempt to stop the ride, but, only manages to slow it.
"Where am I?" he states out loud to himself, expecting the darkness to answer him. "Oh yes... I had a bit too much rum these last few days, or weeks. Time to sober up. Captain's orders!" He salutes an imaginary Cirion, and he notes to himself that his voice is raspy and his throat is dry. Out of habit he reaches for the pacifying flask in his cloak pocket, but thinks otherwise. "Probably should have some water instead." Spotting a pitcher and glass on the floor next to his bed, he smiles, "Thank Shevarash for my caring wife," he assumes. "Or, perhaps Cirion, since this is his fault." Ru' chuckles, which turns into a cough, and the carousel picks up speed. "Ahh, not good, I need more rest."
He falls back onto the bed in the Corps Headquarters and closes his eyes trying to meditate and slip into Reverie. Slowly he begins to take hold of his feelings, his emotions, his nausea, and his pain, reaching out for his kin and his mate...
Ru' sits up sweating, quickly reaching for Cybil, and finding nothing but empty space. His head throbs with every beat of his heart and the world spins like a carousel with a haste spell cast upon it. He realizes he is only reliving the nightmare that haunts him when he actually sleeps, the one where Cybil is turned into an abomination by Zhur'kel and he puts a hand to his chest as it twinges a reminder of the past.
He rubs his eyes and temples in an attempt to stop the ride, but, only manages to slow it.
"Where am I?" he states out loud to himself, expecting the darkness to answer him. "Oh yes... I had a bit too much rum these last few days, or weeks. Time to sober up. Captain's orders!" He salutes an imaginary Cirion, and he notes to himself that his voice is raspy and his throat is dry. Out of habit he reaches for the pacifying flask in his cloak pocket, but thinks otherwise. "Probably should have some water instead." Spotting a pitcher and glass on the floor next to his bed, he smiles, "Thank Shevarash for my caring wife," he assumes. "Or, perhaps Cirion, since this is his fault." Ru' chuckles, which turns into a cough, and the carousel picks up speed. "Ahh, not good, I need more rest."
He falls back onto the bed in the Corps Headquarters and closes his eyes trying to meditate and slip into Reverie. Slowly he begins to take hold of his feelings, his emotions, his nausea, and his pain, reaching out for his kin and his mate...