<div class="floatright">(https://bashny.net/uploads/images/00/00/04/2014/06/15/554dea.png)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Vara      -      Wood Elf Monk </div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 4/9 AC 16 Atk +5 Dmg +3</div></div></div>It all happened so fast, but every moment was agonizing.  The grass cut into her, draining her blood, and she had barely enough time to even think before someone tried to come over and rescue her.  It didn't work, but another finally did, at the pure cost of so much blood and pain.<br/><br/>She'd never dealt with so much pure agony before, and her body was twitching against her control, not really able to cover herself properly anymore.  She ended up just lying on the ground, out of that evil grass at least but not quite sure if she had the courage to stand.  Slice marks worked their way clear up to her thighs, casual indications that even the grass in this place was deadly.<br/><br/>Although she knew that she should try to speak, to at least say something, she couldn't find the words.  The only thing that came were tears, panicked but with all the shyness in her now faded into some strange mixture of relief to be alive and shock at what all just happened to her.<br/><br/>This had to be a dream.  Nothing made any sense.  Others had been speaking; they apparently felt the same way.  But at least that meant she was safe.  She'd died in her dreams before, and knew the old wives' tale was untrue.<br/><br/>"Th-thank you," she finally said, her words soft and almost helpless.  She felt dizzy from all the blood loss, but tried to catch her focus, hoping that if anything else happened here, she'd be better prepared next time.