He lay there for a while, the only companion being the stones within arm's reach and the distant ringing in his ears. Tired of the cold, empty feeling loneliness offered, Eythan timidly stretched his talons out, wincing at the sharp cool against tender pads. Once he had found purchase on the two stones, he drew them closer. They were like siblings, painted gold and shimmering in their raw curves. He wanted to hate the sheer wrongness revival was for him, but something about the gems he held were so warm. Like family.

Without much thought, he tucked the chrysalides to be into the earth. A strange nurturing instinct drew him to lie down over the small mounds they had made. The faint buzz of magicka filled his ears, dispelling the fog of static from his mind. Easing him into a gentle slumber in spite of his fervent pain.

-- exit ethan via sleep

Character: Eythan Age: +19 (19 Cycles) Magic Level: +1 (Fledgling) ROUND 1 Attempt: +5 Penalties: -0 ROUND 2 Attempt: +8 Penalties: -0 ROUND 3 Attempt: +17 Penalties: -0 Total: 50

Character: Carni Age: +19 (19 Cycles) Magic Level: +3 (Pupil) ROUND 1 Attempt: +16 Penalties: -0 ROUND 2 Attempt: +10 Penalties: -0 ROUND 3 Attempt: +12 Penalties: -0 Total: 60

WINNER: Carni