[P] She tries one last, valiant time.

[GM: Is she going to try to escape on the way? P: Absolutely. GM: Ok that’s going to be another quickness roll. P: 11 total. GM: That won’t quite do it unfortunately…]

Viessa’s arms are still tied behind her back from the start of this initiation ritual and the orc, Varbuk as she’s learned, has an iron grip around her ankles. She dangles, draped like a flour sack over the orc’s massive shoulder for god only knows how long before Varbuk hefts her to the ground. “We rest. Get to camp tomorrow.”

Viessa stares up at the stars through the canopy. They don’t look all that different from the stars above her home, and yet they seem so terribly strange. She feels warmth to her right; Varbuk has gotten a fire going. Turning her head, she realizes that he is wholly consumed by setting up a temporary shelter that she could try to run if she wanted to. And she definitely wants to.

Viessa moves as slowly and quietly as she can. She makes an attempt to stand only to find her foot completely asleep from the way she had been carried. She falls to the ground letting out a soft grunt as she impacts. Varbuk turns around.