Two hours after midnight, and a cool breeze runs through Cullen's hair. The light of his lantern disappears past the forest line. The worst of the last event's aftermath has passed, but sleep did not come in its stead; first out of refusal, and then-- The event hits at midnight. Cullen will not know it until later. For the time he feels only the death of his unease, replaced by something cold and hollow. He tries to lie down, but sleep refuses him out of habit.
That is when he thinks to exhaust himself, and try again in the morning. The light of his lantern disappears past the forest line, and for over two hours he fights, stances and swings practiced beneath the trees. When he is satisfied with the exhaustion in his limbs he extinguishes the lantern, and heads back to the mansion's lights in the distance, when--
THUNK
Now. An arrow buries itself in Cullen's side, and he falls to his knees with a startled cry.
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Two hours after midnight, and a cool breeze runs through Cullen's hair. The light of his lantern disappears past the forest line. The worst of the last event's aftermath has passed, but sleep did not come in its stead; first out of refusal, and then-- The event hits at midnight. Cullen will not know it until later. For the time he feels only the death of his unease, replaced by something cold and hollow. He tries to lie down, but sleep refuses him out of habit.
That is when he thinks to exhaust himself, and try again in the morning. The light of his lantern disappears past the forest line, and for over two hours he fights, stances and swings practiced beneath the trees. When he is satisfied with the exhaustion in his limbs he extinguishes the lantern, and heads back to the mansion's lights in the distance, when--
THUNK
Now. An arrow buries itself in Cullen's side, and he falls to his knees with a startled cry.