<div class="floatleft">(http://s16.postimg.org/3yxg4ryar/Hildrav.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hildr Trueshot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Whiterun: The Giant Camps<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Adriel, Darian<br/><br/>Hildr had no real clue what had just happened. All she knew was she was wet. She was very wet, and not in a good way. She remembered a battle, albeit a brief one, she remembered giants... strange giants with strange weapons. She remembered the elves before that, and after it... The Oblivion Gate! With that though she bolted up right as reality returned to her, and she coughed up a bit of spring water that had frustratingly found its way into her lungs. She hacked and coughed a few times as her surroundings came to her and she realized she was underground... in some sort of underground river. And she was wedged rather uncomfortable next to a rock... and after reaching her hand up to her throbbing head and bringing it back to her field of vision covered in blood, it was safe to say she hit her head on the way down; whether on the rock she was wedged up against, or one of the many layers of earth they seem to have fallen through, she hadn't the foggiest of guesses. What she did now was that she was still soaked, her head hurt like there was an orc wedding going on inside it, and... she had no idea how she was going to get out. Still, anything was better than just soaking there.<br/><br/>She pulled herself up and out of the water, and took a few shaky steps as she remembered how balance and legs worked. It was around then that she heard the voices of Adriel and Darion, and realized they had fallen down there with her. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but worst case, at least she wasn't going to die alone. She tried to call back, only to hack up a little water, before finally calling out successfully,<strong>"I'm here... by the Nine, where are we and how did we get here!?"</strong>Step by wobbly step she attempted to walk closer to the sounds of their voices, her stability slowly returning.<strong>"My aching head... remind me to start wearing my helm more often..."</strong>she muttered as she went along, making a mental note to drown her pain in mead at the earliest opportunity.