I was tagged by the amazing @thegreatobsesso. My words are flame, fire, hot and sweat. Given these words, it's not really surprising that this ended up being mostly Carrion. (And hopefully I should get to play him again this week!!)
As always, click on the title to read the whole piece!!
flame (from "A Crisis of Faith")
He understood, then: This was what the Flame wanted. It wanted him to burn. He had taken in its light, and carried it, like a lamp lighting the way. But his wick had expired, his use had run out. And now there was nothing left to do but burn. Burn until there was nothing left.
Well, if it wanted him to burn, then he would burn.
He closed his eyes and reached for the flames.
fire + hot (from "The Road to Drakkenheim")
Carrion threw himself forwards, leaping over the embers of the fire as he barreled toward the monster. As he lept, his body began to grow. His bones lengthened and his flesh swelled. Strange bony ridges bulged under his skin, and short, thick spines erupted from his arms. Long, clawed nails extended from his fingers until each was at least the size of his pocket knife. His horns grew and split, fanning into a spiked crown-like growth. The world blurred and took on a dusky haze as his eyes were engulfed in purple.
By the time he landed beside Ricard, he towered over the man by several feet. Ricard spun to face him, tentacle raised in defense. Carrion batted it aside and tore a clawed hand into Ricard’s side. Hot, sticky blood coated his skin, caking under his nails, and he remembered Valeska’s warning. Don’t touch him. It might be contagious.
sweat (from "Ghost of a Fever Dream")
Rook drifted in and out of consciousness, alternating between freezing and sweltering. Often he found himself soaked in sweat, which only made the chills worse. Sometimes he heard voices or saw the faces of people he knew, but he could never tell whether they were dreams or hallucinations. Some were kind and encouraging, telling him to be strong, that this would be over soon. Others berated him, calling him a worthless fool, saying that this was what he deserved. Yet others told him he would be lucky to die. On the rare instances when his thoughts were clear enough to understand the words, he tended to agree with them.
I'm going to tag @dragon-swords-prophecies @akindofmagictoo @space-writes and make this an OPEN TAG. Your words are ice, cold, freeze, and chill.
