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Auzi hits the snow with a thud.
Turok is face to face with the now cleared of snow branch of a dark pine that seemed to be either further behind or higher up when they crouched into this space.
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The biting cold puts a burden on his senses, Turok throws up the warclub to block any strikes and rushes forward.
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The wind now howling at his back, Turok rushes headlong into the branches of the massive pine, soon lost in a swirl of green needles as he defends his ground!
[TUROK roll d6.]
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The branches whip against Turok's ice numbed face yet he feels the bark hard as stone slice his skin, the needles blur his eyes as he confusingly feels great pressure of limbs against his back. And then he finds himself through the massive treow and panting on the other side in darkness.
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Turok pauses for a minute trying to get his bearings and maybe his eyes will adjust to the dark.
He tentatively feels around in the darkness using all of his senses to check for danger.
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His eyes strain against black.
His ears ring only with howls of wind.
His nostrils snuff woodsmoke wisping faint on it.
His hands grip needles and frozen bark.
His tongue tastes pinesap smeared across his lips.
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Turok tries to lower himself to the ground and feel his way along using what senses work to guide him to a less hazardous area to gather himself together....slowly.
IronRanger wrote:
"His tongue tastes pinesap smeared across his lips."
Oddly enough I know what that's like.
Last edited by bald_headed_yeti (5/08/2026 4:25 pm)