[hider=&]
[b]Location - [/b] Random corridor [?]; Barracks
[b]Actions -[/b] x x x
[b]Health -[/b] Iron poisoning; dying; unconscious 
[b]Inventory -[/b] x x x [/hider]
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There were voices, and there were shouts, there was blood and there was death. And all of it bled together in a muddled heap of chaos. 

Kylmi knew that her drifting in and out of consciousness was a terrible sign, a prelude to her death and this dungeon to be her dying world. Her ears were still ringing, assaulted by the terrible screeching wail of her companion who clutched her within his various arms even when weakened so drastically. The Nymph's breath was exhaling in short, raspy gasps of agony as the iron venom continued to fester in her blood and the stench of the dying suffocated her poisoned lungs. Even in her dwindling state, she felt eyes on her and within those stares were judgments and wonder, Kylmi felt vulnerable under their scrutiny but death was bidding for her attention and she bit her claws further into the chitin plating. She had been used to glances and lingering gazes for so long, she often welcomed them, basked in them, her selfish pride and her want of the following lustful insinuations had been what Kylmi lived off of. But in the dark, it was different, and so she hid her own observations beneath the shadowing fall of her curling hair and the crook of her arm. 

Their forms were dark obscurities as her mind reeled and shuttered off and on, her only reassurances that she was alive was the embrace of the massive insect and her own ears swiveling and rotating in random intervals to catch each and every exchanged dialogue. There wasn't much she could contribute to, her last spoken council against retreating to the forest having spent most of her ability to speak, and with the iron having riddled her mouth in blackish taint, her lips could only peel back over felidae canines in a horrid grimace and snarl. Everyone simply wanted to get out, to finally free themselves and she could champion to that, encourage it and yet their fallen emir had so condescendingly bid them on their own. She seethed at that, at him, he who vouched so for his guards and their lives. He didn't know of the horrendous tortures she had endured here in this stony netherworld, of what his precious brethren had done unto her and she glared at down the hall in which he retreated - [i]if only[/i], she thought. 

With her feral anger, once again she was warped into the darkness of her passing mind, her reality confused and muddled beyond comprehension. She heard the talk and report of something, or was it someone, beyond their normal capabilities. The shuffling as everyone scrabbled around in their decisions of how and where to attack, she could feel the summoning of destructive magic but her reeling eyes could not pin point it anymore. The glassy fixtures were beginning to web with the ascending toxicity and Kylmi could only whimper in her frail voice when her weakened savior laid her down, she couldn't recall what he said across her mind, only that there was a hopeless tremor to it. She slumped against the wall, unable to support herself and her bones and body flinched and pained at the sounds she heard. Popping bones, peeling flesh, burning and things breaking and she grew terrified with it. She had not known battle for a long time, not since Isildier which was nearly a century ago. Kylmi coughed and spat at the memory and could barely catch the weakened boom across her mind. 

[i]...Back before you know it. [/i]

The Nymph could only manage a weak smile at that, and when he once again swept her into his arms, she rattled her antlers against his plated shoulder before her dying mind once again fell into unconsciousness.

Kylmi drifted in her dream like state, barely catching the soft suggestion that someone else carry her aside from one of their hulking companions. Her chest was rising and falling in barely there puffs of breath, accentuated by soft wheezes and rasps that ended in harsh, wet coughs and heaving convulsions. She swore she heard something about healing remedies in her unaware condition, but that could have been just her vain hope and instinct that made it possible for her to breathe. Her mind couldn't confirm it, she could only pray to her long, forgotten deity that they would find it necessary to assist her still.