[You know, when the worst thing you need to worry about is a bunch of rogue geese causing trouble, then things must be going pretty well, right? Haha, foreshadowing!]
[Luckily, there's one man who is just as obnoxious as geese are, and he's going around lending his services to anyone being accosted by these waddling jerks.]
Hey there, I couldn't help but notice you've got a bit of a goose problem. Need some help getting it under control?
[Says the man who hasn't noticed a goose waddling up behind him to try and yank his belt off. Do you warn him? Or just bear witness to the inevitable?]
HELL BREAKS LOOSE
[It was a shame that such a beautiful evening had awoken such horrible nightmares. First the earthquake, then the screams. Darin could hardly believe his eyes as he was processing what was going on. But he had to get a better look, otherwise, how was he going to figure out how to act?]
Come on! Let's see if we can get to some high ground!
[As he takes off down the street, he mutters.]
This can't be happening...
THE RUINS OF CELLIWIG
[What had he done?]
[Despite his torn and bloody clothes, Darin seemed to be no worse for wear. He was dirty and covered in ash and sweat, his clothes stained with blood, but he himself seemed to be without injuries. Likely due to his own healing magic.]
[But that's not to say he wasn't hurt. He stares out over the smoldering ruins of the once beautiful city in shock. He made no secret that he was trying to stop the dragon without killing it but...]
[He'd failed.]
[He's hardly even registering any sound over the crackling of some of the still burning piles of rubble. He can't fix this.]
[Instead, he just...sits. He sits on a large piece of debris and just stares out as the sweat and the ash and the stray embers sting his eyes.]
Darin Altway | Original Character | OPEN TO ALL
[You know, when the worst thing you need to worry about is a bunch of rogue geese causing trouble, then things must be going pretty well, right? Haha, foreshadowing!]
[Luckily, there's one man who is just as obnoxious as geese are, and he's going around lending his services to anyone being accosted by these waddling jerks.]
Hey there, I couldn't help but notice you've got a bit of a goose problem. Need some help getting it under control?
[Says the man who hasn't noticed a goose waddling up behind him to try and yank his belt off. Do you warn him? Or just bear witness to the inevitable?]
HELL BREAKS LOOSE
[It was a shame that such a beautiful evening had awoken such horrible nightmares. First the earthquake, then the screams. Darin could hardly believe his eyes as he was processing what was going on. But he had to get a better look, otherwise, how was he going to figure out how to act?]
Come on! Let's see if we can get to some high ground!
[As he takes off down the street, he mutters.]
This can't be happening...
THE RUINS OF CELLIWIG
[What had he done?]
[Despite his torn and bloody clothes, Darin seemed to be no worse for wear. He was dirty and covered in ash and sweat, his clothes stained with blood, but he himself seemed to be without injuries. Likely due to his own healing magic.]
[But that's not to say he wasn't hurt. He stares out over the smoldering ruins of the once beautiful city in shock. He made no secret that he was trying to stop the dragon without killing it but...]
[He'd failed.]
[He's hardly even registering any sound over the crackling of some of the still burning piles of rubble. He can't fix this.]
[Instead, he just...sits. He sits on a large piece of debris and just stares out as the sweat and the ash and the stray embers sting his eyes.]