01 - REBIRTH [When his fingers claw forth, instinct propels him until he cracks it. The teeth of glass-like crystals bite him, and Jayce Talis cares only for the urge of progress, his throat tight and lungs burning and—
—breakthrough.
Even the air feels abrupt against his skin, an unfamiliar chill pricks his exposed skin. His limbs feel ossified, a cold paralysis stills his momentum. His staggered breaths jolt from a tightening ribcage, the burn of dread runs down his musculature. Slickness heavier than condensation, slippery and ruinous, betray his desperate crawling onto the hard cave floor.]
What, [hacking up fluids heavier than his own saliva,] the hell.
[Golden eyes adjust to new measurements, he notes both geode geometry and—with a weighted sigh—he realizes his own nakedness.]
02 - WAITING [There's a threshold, liminal and fog-born, where fear cedes to wonder. That light he had felt warming him and others—shining, effervescent—sears into a memory that refuses his tongue. A gleam that almost blinds him to the horror of a burning, tinderbox Piltover. Just a dream, he reminds himself. Just a figment. His mind pivots, his shallow breathing deepens. A count to four, inhale, count to four, exhale.]
Are we still brainstorming an escape? [He murmurs to his nearest company, glancing at the store of whips their captors carried in stock. From cart to boat, they've landed — a dark forest bears just over the horizon. From this distance, Jayce can see silhouettes emerging.]
Wait, [heart in his throat,] wait! There's more people!
03 - Choose Your Own [Adventure! Wildcard option! I'm up for whatever you've got in mind.]
Jayce Talis | Arcane | the Visionary
[When his fingers claw forth, instinct propels him until he cracks it. The teeth of glass-like crystals bite him, and Jayce Talis cares only for the urge of progress, his throat tight and lungs burning and—
—breakthrough.
Even the air feels abrupt against his skin, an unfamiliar chill pricks his exposed skin. His limbs feel ossified, a cold paralysis stills his momentum. His staggered breaths jolt from a tightening ribcage, the burn of dread runs down his musculature. Slickness heavier than condensation, slippery and ruinous, betray his desperate crawling onto the hard cave floor.]
What, [hacking up fluids heavier than his own saliva,] the hell.
[Golden eyes adjust to new measurements, he notes both geode geometry and—with a weighted sigh—he realizes his own nakedness.]
02 - WAITING
[There's a threshold, liminal and fog-born, where fear cedes to wonder. That light he had felt warming him and others—shining, effervescent—sears into a memory that refuses his tongue. A gleam that almost blinds him to the horror of a burning, tinderbox Piltover. Just a dream, he reminds himself. Just a figment. His mind pivots, his shallow breathing deepens. A count to four, inhale, count to four, exhale.]
Are we still brainstorming an escape? [He murmurs to his nearest company, glancing at the store of whips their captors carried in stock. From cart to boat, they've landed — a dark forest bears just over the horizon. From this distance, Jayce can see silhouettes emerging.]
Wait, [heart in his throat,] wait! There's more people!
03 - Choose Your Own
[Adventure! Wildcard option! I'm up for whatever you've got in mind.]