<div class="floatright"><strong>Manirai Shinirbael</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=257135.msg12749087#msg12749087)<br/>(http://i.imgur.com/6Wfh2C4l.jpg)</div><em>Is this it? </em>Manirai wonders,<em>is this how my story ends? A meaningless death, trapped by rubble from a bloody fissure in the town? </em>She coughs, her mouth full of dust. The battle above swims through her consciousness: the sudden chaos, the screams, and the fact that she didn't get to do anything about it.<em>Damn it! </em>She was lurking a distance away from the ceremony at the time, uncomfortable with the crowd of humans. She charged the square when the demons broke loose, only to be swallowed up by the ground itself.<br/><br/>The thought of her thunder being stolen angered Manirai so much that she instinctively tried to flex her left arm to punch the stone in front of her. To her surprise, the action actually dislodged a small amount of rubble, revealing torchlight. The realization that she had been moping about being trapped for no reason set Manirai off entirely. In Elven, a constant stream of "fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" can be heard slowly emerging from the pile of rubble as a furious elf thrashes her way out of her thinly-walled tomb.<br/><br/>Once free, Manirai slowly pulls herself up, checking for wounds. In her concentration she utterly ignores the other standing survivors for a few moments. Satisfied that everything still worked properly, she finally addresses the strangers. Motioning to the rubble, she asks in common, "Can you help me search for others?"