Event Nine.

[awashmods]

Thus, on Life’s gloomy sea, Heareth the marinere Voices sweet, from far and near, Ever singing in his ear, “Here is rest and peace for thee!”

t's a dark night, and the sounds of feet in the darkness are further dampened and hidden by even more magic, as they are lured away by the soft sounds of dreams that are too good to be true, leaving the Town much, much emptier than when it began. On one side, an island, and a ticking clock to a gruesome death. On the other, the slow realization that those bonds everyone has been forging might mean much, much more than they first thought. Welcome to Awash's ninth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Please be sure to very clearly mark where your characters are in your prompts, so people know which they can tag depending on which group they are in. Thank you!

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[unghost]

[ They wince, but it's more like the sound that you make when you get a papercut rather than getting two of your limbs cleaved off. While he goes about halving them, they're busying themself tugging at their left arm, the sound of it breaking off only slightly louder than the waves around them. ]

Ugh. [ With a final tug, the limb comes right off, which they're quick to hold by the elbow, letting out an exhausted sigh. There is definitely a boatload (get it) of people giving them the strangest of looks, but it truly do be like that on this hell island. ] ...I expected more hesitation out of you.

[ Maybe Guren is cool with chopping people's limbs off on the regular, they don't know. But whatever; they gently set their newly taken off arm with the other pieces that have been taken off, doing what they can to keep a clear mind despite just losing half of all their memory. ]