When: Masquerade, time of plot drop Where: Exterior gardens Who: Open starter
The explosion cast him down, not for the blast but for the tremor that rippled through the keep and offset his balance enough to send him stumbling ungraciously, slipping over the carved edges of the nearest fountain and into the shallow waters. He braced himself instinctively on his hands, a sudden pain jolting up through his wrist when they met the stone - though it’s forgotten or perhaps just ignored as quickly as it came, his thoughts rushing in an instant towards the palace.
Sorin--?
They’d separated shortly after their arrival, spent the evening apart each with their own interests and little concern for the risk this might pose in the absolutely unlikely scenario of an emergency, an error in hindsight now slingshotting back to bite his already bitten ass. There's a quickening beat in his chest that’s not solely his own as he scrambled to get up, only promptly halted by the sight of shrouded figures rushing into the gardens ahead.
He’d have taken then for a fleeing crowd, if not for the glints of forged steel at their sides.
