@solemvictrix cast message: geas
no matter for how long he’s been expecting it, he still crumbles down to his knees when the pain pierces through his skull: for the moment that he screams, he hears his voice younger---not as the thirty-something man walking ahead underneath an open sky, but as one of a sixteen-year-old boy in the house of his mentor, experiencing unimaginable pain before touching death’s door: he expects the unconsciousness, he expects death, having walked too far for the help of either of his cleric friends when he goes down... it doesn’t come. though the ground comes closer and he loses his vision for a split second, it is as much out of panic as it is out of pain and he doesn’t die.
instantly, he changes direction, starts running. how he finds her, he can’t be arsed to remember beyond the decision to not run towards his friends nor towards rexxentrum: he can wait this out, take a rest to recover, but he needs time, the appearance that he’s following the command given, and someone who less likely promise to follow him into the fire to spare him the pain of resisting. mouth still bloody, his eyes meet hers: “ help me. ”
ARCANE EFFECTS. --- geas: has to obey the commands given to them by the caster, or suffer internal damage trying to resist it.
