As her consciousness returned, Yllia (http://i.imgur.com/ppKffld.jpg) lay still and gradually took account of her situation. She was lying on her side against cool earth, and she opened her eyes to the sight of many-colored grasses that grew all around. Her body was sore and throbbed here and there in complaint as she tried to lift herself up, but as she sat up and examined herself she found only a few trifling scrapes and bruises. The young barbarian was about as tough as they came, at least in body if not in spirit, and she had apparently survived her fall remarkably intact.<br/><br/>"I... I'm fine." she replied to her friend's query, vaguely pleased to hear the half-elf's voice, though she was still confused about the current situation. She had no way of knowing how long she'd been out, or what had happened since she lost consciousness. She stood up, stretching slowly and taking inventory of her few possessions, and the memories quickly returned.<br/><br/>"I don't know..." she replied absently in response to Kris' second question. "But when we get out of here, I'm going to tear the limbs from those slavers' sockets!" she snarled, clenching the haft of her glaive with a white-knuckled grip, though her rage subsided quickly. "I just... hope the others made it out too."<br/><br/>Yllia knelt down and examined the strange grasses that grew on the island, running her fingers through them idly as she searched her memories for knowledge of the luminescent plant life.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Knowledge: Nature check</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: DreamSailor rolled: 1d20<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 2,<br/>Total: 2 + 7 = 9</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Sheet for easier reference</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=630315 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=630315)</div></div>