User blog:Moritzva/Consortium Ep. 2: One Flew Over

"...And then he started tensing up and blabbering about wanting to go get you to revive someone, Will." The carriage came to a sudden stop, a small creak resounding from one of the wheels as the slightly dark-skinned Naguib took a careful step off the edge, the blades of grass brushing against the soles of his finely woven leather boots. A light breeze caressed him as he turned to the rhythmic stream of groans from the carriage.

A soft squeal came from the rickety wheel as a young, petite child hopped from the ledge down to the ground, arms tightly clutching a staff in his hands.

One lean woman with a belt of a million knives took a swift yet long leap off the edge, landing in a small uprest of dust, before rising to stand tall next to him. "...Weird."