Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands

Cerei woke up to a shake and a small heat source next to her face. Her father's scent was right over her, and his deep breathing was smooth. 

"Cerei, you have to get up. Your mother expects you out early today." His breath smelled like the bottle in the kitchen. She nodded and slid out of bed, counting her steps until she reached her chest of clothes. They were neatly sorted, and she knew the order of the materials kept. Her mother matched each pair so she could dress alone, and she dressed, before reaching down and feeling the floor until she reached her shoes. Her father came back in the room and helped her put them on, and led her into the kitchen. 

The smell of bacon and eggs wafted into her nose, and her mother's voice called out to her, telling her that her plate was at her spot. She grabbed the chair and sat down, and grabbed the spoon. She was not allowed to eat with anything else. She only learned how to eat because being forced to eat alone so her parents wouldn't have to be there every step of the way. 

After eating, she grabbed the smooth stick that was sitting beside her chair. She used it to feel her surroundings so that she didn't hit anything in her way. 

"I am headed to the west side of town today. Hopefully being near more well off people will get me more money today." Cerei said, grabbing the pouch she used to keep the money she collected. She walked out the door and began counting her steps back into town. She made her way to a small covered section on the side of the road and held her stick out, thanking everyone that put money in.
Raul
Scarlett Prynne
Witherlands

Her hired carriage had brought her further south, though she had not yet escaped from the Witherlands. The going was slow, especially as they had to avoid well-traveled roads and areas where it was rumored that the plague had taken its toll. If she could just get to Taemar, she knew she would be safe. Rumor had it that the plague had not reached it, and that, somehow, it seemed as if the plague could not pass into its borders. It seemed too good to be true, but in a time of so much darkness, even the slightest glimmer of light seemed as radiant as the sun. 

Unfortunately, the slow going had made the trip quite expensive, and Scarlett was running low on funds. Worse still was the fact that she couldn't ply her usual trade, since everyone was too afraid to indulge in such activities right now, so she had been forced to sell off a great deal of her belongings. It was getting to the point, however, that she had very little left to sell.

To make up for all the lost time, they were travelling much faster on these roads. They would likely stop in town to gather some more supplies, then journey on their way again, and the horses, seeming to sense a respite from their arduous travels away from civilization were chomping at the bit, galloping along at a fast pace. 

The went around a bend in the road and suddenly, she heard the carriage driver shouting, "Get out of the way! Move! Watch out!" The carriage swerved, tottered dangerously, and then hit a rock in the road, launched into the air, and came crashing back down. There was the sickening, splintering snap of wood under far too much pressure, and the carriage let out a groan like some great beast as it wobbled and tottered precariously, then with one final moan, toppled to its side and launched Scarlett out the door. She landed several feet from the carriage, striking her head hard on the earth and falling unconscious from the blow.
Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands

Cerei began her routine, filling the passerby's heads with stories of her orphanage burning or her parents being killed by the wizard that took her sight away from her. Her purse began filling with coins, she had struck a gold mine. As more and more people began to appear, she began telling one cohesive story so no one would appear suspicious. She was given food, sweets, and other goodies, but it did not last long. Soon, she heard a large commotion nearby, and she stood up and walked in that direction. She heard someone yell for someone else to move, and heard a loud crash right behind her. She lowered to the ground, holding her hands above her head. 

"Someone help!" She could hear a man's voice cry out. There was ringing in her ears and her impulse was to open her eyes but she still could not see. Her stick was gone, and she felt around her, attempting to find something familiar. Her hands felt the outline of her purse, and she grabbed it, sitting up on her knees.
Raul
Scarlett Prynne
Witherlands

A low groan escaped her as she was roused by the sound of a man shouting and people flocking to the scene of the crash, all of them gossiping and discussing what had happened. Her head ached something awful, a warm patch of something having pooled beneath her head and sticking to her scalp. It hurt so bad she felt as if she couldn't even open her eyes from the constant throbbing. 

She wasn't even fully conscious yet, though she was vaguely aware of what was going on around her. Someone said that the horse would need to be put down, and another had apparently found the carriage driver crushed beneath the carriage and the horses, his body mangled and twisted in such a way that he barely looked human. So far, no one had seen Scarlett, who had been launched far enough away and was covered by enough underbrush that she was almost impossible to see from the scene of the crash. 

She wanted to cry out for help... But she couldn't seem to find her voice. Everything was foggy and muddled.
Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands 

Cerei stood up and shook her head, clearing her ears. She tried to walk a little ways, trying at least find the edge of the road. She stumbled over something and heard a muffled groan, and she fell over what felt like a body. She fell into a bunch of thorns and scratched up her entire body. 

She screamed out, tumbling over the unknown object. A few men turned their heads and began to walk over to her. She couldn't see anything but she felt the blood oozing down her body. She slowly got up and allowed the man beside her help her up.
Raul
Scarlett Prynne
Witherlands

A little scream that soon faded to a moan escaped her as a foot collided with her broken ribs, sending a wash of burning pain racing through her body. Right now, she felt as if pain was all she had ever known. It hurt everywhere, from her feet to the top of her head, everything was a throbbing mass of agony and blood and mangled flesh and shattered bones. 

The sound of approaching men roused her from her pain-induced stupor enough for her to try to call out, whimpering in a raspy voice, "Help... Help... Please..."
Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands

Cerei heard what sounded like a woman's voice come from the spot where she fell, and heard a loud groan as at least three different voices grunted, and what sounded like the woman being placed on a cart. Cerei was asked several times about her condition, and she responded that she was fine every time. She was led to the cart that was heading to the town's doctor anyways. She heard the woman moaning softly and she nodded softly. 

"I hope you live long enough to tell me your name." Cerei said, listening as the cart began to pull away from the site. Every bump cause a new ache in her side and she felt the area, and her hand felt something warm and sticky. Pain erupted through her as she realized what it was. The tip of her stick had impaled itself in her side, and her adrenaline was pumping so hard she didn't even realize it.
Raul
Scarlett Prynne
Witherlands

Every bump in the road seemed to jar every bone in her body, sending waves of pain washing through her over and over again. She was vaguely aware of a woman's voice speaking to her, saying something about learning her name, and she tried to respond, but her tongue felt fat and lathargic in her mouth. "Mmph... Ihhh... Ahhheh." She groaned, but soon she fell silent as she tried not to scream as they bumped along. 

A particularly jarring bump in the road ended her efforts, and she let out a shriek before the pain overwhelmed her enough for her to lose consciousness once more. At least in darkness she found rest, and if she had been more aware of things, she probably would be grateful to pass out, truthfully. Once unconscious, pain was but a distant memory, somewhere far on the outer reaches of herself.