OOC:
Con check to keep concentration on Detect Magic: [member=1830]Aaron[/member] Khuulurgrek Grok: 1d20+2 = (16)+2 = 18
Aaron stumbles to his feet, rushing to get out of the way as the shadow pits swivel around to meet him. Too late, he puts the pieces together to remember what it was that Yoshiko really said. Too late, he notices the way the shadows were just a little too deep. Too late, he rushes to avoid them. Too late, he scrambles away. His foot slips into the moving shadow, and as he trips yet again, the shadow continues to rotate, the floor materializing right where his foot should be.
The experience is oddly fascinating. Time slows to a near stand-still as the molecules making up flesh and blood are replaced with stone. Aaron feels his flesh separating effortlessly, not quite feeling the pain but observing a soft ripping sensation, like pulling a chunk out of a very light cake. He feels the sharp jab of cold stone against now-exposed nerve endings, feels the hot throb of blood surging out of veins and arteries suddenly open to the air, feels the gut-churning grind of bone on the hard ground. Half-rolling, half-falling, Aaron escapes the radius of the shadows' path and slumps against the wall. He pants heavily, calling upon his feral ancestry to carry him through the pain and summoning his years of careful studying to keep himself focused and lucid despite the black flashes threatening to close in on his vision.
Too preoccupied to call out for help, Aaron prays for his companions to come to his aid quickly. He quickly pulls out his blanket and waterskin, cleaning the wound as well as he can (it's oddly clean already, to his surprise) and binding it up with several strips of cloth. He knows it's probably not enough to save him, but hopefully it will help somehow.
OOC: Medicine: [member=1830]Aaron[/member] Khuulurgrek Grok: 1d20-1 = (7)-1 = 6
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@ 8:11 AM May 16th