"[color=#ff4136]Gabe![/color]"
The floor that had been there a moment earlier was gone as Mariam cursed and yelled for her partner on this run. They had done jobs like this in the past, so it should have been an easy in and out, grab the item, and then turn it back into the buyer. The dossier had been pretty simple, and Mariam had instantly thought of Gabe when it came down to who she'd want as her second on this one. She could plan easily for the stuff she could see, her bow very rarely missed, but it was the stuff she couldn't see, or worse yet, wouldn't be aware of, like a massive trap floor that was triggered off by a spell she had foolishly just set off by lighting a torch in the underground tomb.
She was twisting in mid-air, pulling her bow from her back, and praying she had enough rope, as she fired an arrow into the roof of the tomb, knowing that the jerk that was about to happen was going to be enough to dislocate her shoulder. And as predicted, as soon as she felt the fall arrested, she felt the muscles pull, and the bones move against one another in a way that had her letting out a low groan. But, she had stopped the fall, and she was hanging about twenty feet over a floor of spikes. "[color=#ff4136]I'm alive![/color]" She called up, and waited to see if he had noticed her gone yet.
She'd need his help getting pulled back up, she realized, as she looped the other arm around the rope, to take some of the pressure off her other arm. Thankfully, she knew she had done well in making sure it had been Gabe on this one. She trusted him to pull her up, and to be the muscle until she could get her shoulder back in socket. Couldn't pull a bow string with a dislocation after all. Setting it back in socket and a quick potion, and she'd be right as rain -- and now they'd know to watch the damn floor. "[color=#ff4136]If you'd be as kind ta pull me up, I'd appreciate it![/color]"
The floor that had been there a moment earlier was gone as Mariam cursed and yelled for her partner on this run. They had done jobs like this in the past, so it should have been an easy in and out, grab the item, and then turn it back into the buyer. The dossier had been pretty simple, and Mariam had instantly thought of Gabe when it came down to who she'd want as her second on this one. She could plan easily for the stuff she could see, her bow very rarely missed, but it was the stuff she couldn't see, or worse yet, wouldn't be aware of, like a massive trap floor that was triggered off by a spell she had foolishly just set off by lighting a torch in the underground tomb.
She was twisting in mid-air, pulling her bow from her back, and praying she had enough rope, as she fired an arrow into the roof of the tomb, knowing that the jerk that was about to happen was going to be enough to dislocate her shoulder. And as predicted, as soon as she felt the fall arrested, she felt the muscles pull, and the bones move against one another in a way that had her letting out a low groan. But, she had stopped the fall, and she was hanging about twenty feet over a floor of spikes. "[color=#ff4136]I'm alive![/color]" She called up, and waited to see if he had noticed her gone yet.
She'd need his help getting pulled back up, she realized, as she looped the other arm around the rope, to take some of the pressure off her other arm. Thankfully, she knew she had done well in making sure it had been Gabe on this one. She trusted him to pull her up, and to be the muscle until she could get her shoulder back in socket. Couldn't pull a bow string with a dislocation after all. Setting it back in socket and a quick potion, and she'd be right as rain -- and now they'd know to watch the damn floor. "[color=#ff4136]If you'd be as kind ta pull me up, I'd appreciate it![/color]"
03-17-2024, 04:11 PM
