Skaven Slave
Nazqua
Clan Skryre
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Sudden. Ohmen jolts up. Light seeps through floorboards above him like stars in the void. Likewise his arms, legs… head… everything felt numb, unresponsive. A sensation that could be described as having their entire body turn to stone, yet it continuously attempts to shiver or twitch.
Scraping himself upwards and onto stiff aching legs Ohmen snatched up his cloak made heavy and sodden with remains of the freezing water. Wrapping it around him he struggles his way down below deck and into the room in which he slept.
Having entered his eyes now slowly drift over to where he kept his belongings. Silgisarr's words echoing back to him he looks toward the two outfits neatly piled on top of each other. One raged and covered in the toils of hard labour contrasting with the one above it, clean sophisticated, its every material spliced into a mosaic of sharp colour - A nobles outfit. Above the pair of outfits was a backpack filled with other items and jars. Luckily before he had left the ship a day earlier he had transferred most if not all of those beads, trinkets and charms, providing them with relief from his cloaks suffocation.
Sitting down Ohmen reaches over and pulls out a small wrapped package from the organised clutter. Peeling away the material the changeling gently places it down. A single ration. He needed this meal. Savouring every bite of the dried food Ohmen doesnt waste a single crumb. And even if he did Wisdom would normally be here to pester him, pecking away for a bite…. Where was she… Curious… Curious indeed.
Scraping himself upwards and onto stiff aching legs Ohmen snatched up his cloak made heavy and sodden with remains of the freezing water. Wrapping it around him he struggles his way down below deck and into the room in which he slept.
Having entered his eyes now slowly drift over to where he kept his belongings. Silgisarr's words echoing back to him he looks toward the two outfits neatly piled on top of each other. One raged and covered in the toils of hard labour contrasting with the one above it, clean sophisticated, its every material spliced into a mosaic of sharp colour - A nobles outfit. Above the pair of outfits was a backpack filled with other items and jars. Luckily before he had left the ship a day earlier he had transferred most if not all of those beads, trinkets and charms, providing them with relief from his cloaks suffocation.
Sitting down Ohmen reaches over and pulls out a small wrapped package from the organised clutter. Peeling away the material the changeling gently places it down. A single ration. He needed this meal. Savouring every bite of the dried food Ohmen doesnt waste a single crumb. And even if he did Wisdom would normally be here to pester him, pecking away for a bite…. Where was she… Curious… Curious indeed.