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Jonal Turamarth 01/78 00/56
Jonal could only nod, and wince at the pain in his neck as he did so. He figured he'd die before making to anywhere that would get him any healing...but survival is to keep going until you're actually dead. That is what this was...he figured he'd do the best he could, but with little hope.
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The trip was uneventful, and rather short since Jonal slipped in and out of consciousness...so time passed rather oddly. When he was awake, every moment was a day's worth of pain and agony. The one good thing about it all was that during his "sleeps", he was not bothered by that fool of a god that loved to torment people's dreams.
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They finally arrived, and called out to Jonal to find out if he was still alive. Jonal responded with a forced wheeze and a fluttering of his eyelids. The caravan stopped and two men helped unload Jonal as though he were a sack. The satchel had been brought as well, but nobody was villianous enough to pilfer through his belongings while he yet lived, so its contents remained secret. They asked Jonal if he did not want them to actually deliver him to his friends in the area, but Jonal refused with what he thought was a head shake for no. He could not really tell which way his head was wagging since his head felt numb, as though it was not even attached to a torso. They decided that this man knew what he was doing, and being in no hurry to go out of their own way, consented to just leave him there in the open field, leaving behind their blessings of a safe journey and the hope to meet again one day.
Jonal was finally here! He only needed to make it to that mountain in the distance where he'd hope to be able to find help from a scout.
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It had been hours, and he'd made it part of the way since the caravan of men dropped him off earlier. Night had fallen and already he could hear animals on the hunt in the wild. He was a delicious meal, he realized and tried to hurry it up with the struggle to pull himself along. Pain was too intense, and he was sweating heavily. His scent was surely attracting something by now. However, as luck would have it, since Jonal cared not to thank any gods for his fortune...a man came upon him.
He poked the end of a spear into Jonal's leg, and Jonal rolled over to show that he was indeed alive, and for the man to get a look at his face...hoping that his face was actually still there.
"Hey...I know you. You're that guy that was here a couple days ago. What the hell happened to you?"
Jonal had no energy to talk, and he hoped that the man did not expect him to.
"Well then, I suppose you're trying to get back to the hideout before something out here eats you, eh?" I guess the boss would prefer you to die at his hand than some stupid animal...so let's go."
The guard grabbed Jonal's arm...not caring about the pain he'd induce on Jonal, and dragged him along. Jonal held in his screams. He'd gotten used to the pain, but most importantly he did not want the guy to stop helping...although he wished the guy was a bit nicer than this. Still, he'd rather be dragged along than to be left alone again while this brute went for help. In the time he'd be gone, Jonal could indeed end up a meal for a nocturnal hunter.
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Finally, after nearly half and hour of being dragged across the ground by the arm which was twisted and bent...Jonal arrived at the cave. There were other guards near the entrance that helped their fellow guard carry Jonal inside. They had no reason to actually be nice to him, so they just dumped him into a holding cell until somebody could go get the Boss.
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