While the others snored and stirred around him in their shared room, Ulfgar stared at the ceiling letting the events of the last few days wash over him. The night before, he was sleeping on the dirt staring at the stars, excited for what the day would bring. Now he was stuck in a nightmare of endless tunnels, looking for an escape. That being said, he was sent out into the world to learn and grow into an elite warrior. What better place to do so than a dungeon that none have ever exited alive?
His mind wandered to the bodies being sent out with the promise of being resurrected on the other side. Something about that entire situation seemed fishy to him. No one on the inside could confirmed or deny what was occurring and it all smelled like some sort of con job. That being said, he would need to figure out another way out of here. Something Gen had said echoed softly to him. ‘The planes could be one method of escape, no telling where’d you’d end up, though!’ The leaders of the Circle had spoken of planeswalking during his spiritual education and implied there were several worlds living parallel and apart from our own material plane. How long would it take for him to be able to invoke such magic? How would he know where to go and what planes were dangerous? He would need to do some research before trying something so reckless. He would also need to survive long enough to try.
Sighing, he rested the wooden carved totem of a Bear on his chest, tracing the runes across its shape. He wondered if Flora and Fauna could seem him down here. He wondered if they were proud of his courage and bravery. He hoped they saw the compassion he showed to his allies and the fury of how he struck down the murderous kobolds. He then thought of the woman that they had reached too late. He considered the possibility of retrieving the body and trying to find her kin. As the mixture of sadness and anger stirred inside of him he felt the sensation of a warm pair of arms drape around his shoulders and a warm cheek resting against his. A soft translucent glowing finger wiped the tear from his cheek that he didn’t even realize had fallen. His muscles relaxed then and sleep took him as he heard a soft voice sing to him.
Had his mother sang that song to him as a child?