Within Narturlin

[Bogof]

A figure lies on the ground, prone and helpless. Electrical sparks grounding to the earth next to him, his pink hair standing on end. A long time the sparks fizz and crack, until they eventually subside. The figure breathes slowly, the brown robe he wears tattered. His eyes do not open but they dart behind the lids, as if a heavy dream is troubling his brow.

[Bogof]

A noise is heard from the lips of the prone figure, slowly, very slowly, the noises become a groan, of pain, of fatigue, of despair.

The eyes open, glowing a very bright pink.

With a grunt, he rises to his feet, shaking his head to clear it of something...

He starts walking in silence to Pathway. Occasionally, casting a spell upon the landscape in front of him...

(OOC: Mass dispell on the raod he walks)