<strong>DM<br/>Maldur Morgue<br/>Tag: Harriet</strong><br/><br/>The painful leash tugs Harriet faster and faster, until she's tossed back, landing, with all the grace and impact of a bird with broken wings, back in her own body.<br/>Harriet finds herself lying on the ground, wearing a literal potatoe sack. Her chest -hurts-, likely because Cyra put a serious hole into it. Her head also pounds, and although her body, more demonic than human(well, dhampir) by now, feels powerful, she feels drained and weakened from her more-than-near-death experience.<br/><br/>She has no way of telling the time, or how long she's been lying on the ground there, but the blood on her chest has dried already, so more than a few minutes for certain. As Harriet wearily raises her head, she notices she must be in some kind of morgue, just going by the smell alone, although the only table around currently holds Cyra, looking as if she was sleeping, her hands positioned to hold her dueling sword and a white flower, whilest Harriets body had been carelessly dumped to the side.<br/><br/>Harriet notices she is not alone, an elderly looking man is sitting at the back of the room, scribbling something into a tome to the light of a candle. There is one exit door leading outside. There is no hint of Harriet's equipment around.<br/><br/>(All your gear is gone. Somehow, you are not captured, and at 1 hp. You're fatigued. None of your abilities have refreshed though, so you are stuck with what you were left with.)