The first thing Shadowheart felt was the cold, moist, fleshy floor of the nautaloid.
She groaned as she slowly rose to her feet, her disoriented body barely able to even do that. Her head was throbbing in pain. She could feel that... THING wriggling inside her brain, each twitch sending a wave of disgust and agony through her body. She stood there for a few moments, in silent prayer to Shar, to give her the strength to get going and get out of here!
It took a while but Shadowheart eventually found it. She was used to pain, anyway.
The first thing she did was double check that the artifact was still on her person, thankfully finding it. In fact, she actually seemed to have been totally unmolested by her captors. She still had the weapons and armor Lady Shar had blessed her with. However, her mind was a different story. While her memories (or the ones she still had, at least) were there, her skills seemed to have majorly regressed. She could barely recall how to cast a simple sacred flame!
Regardless, she needed to get moving. Forcing herself forward, Shadowheart approached the 'door.' And by door, she meant the fleshy sphincter thing that made her want to vomit. Regardless, it yielded to the cleric, and allowed her into the next room.
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