Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-27550231-20161104094441

(found some time to respond)

As Jorge falls down into the abyss he feels nothing, no anger, no pain, he is absolutely numb until he first crashes into the river that is. He slams into the bottom of the river and everything goes dark as his lifeless body is swept away by the rapids. He mangled by the sharp rocks and turns turning the frothy white water near him into a splash of crimson.

He revives shortly and manages to orient himself before realizing that there's another fall up ahead. He doesn't fight the current, he knows that trying to fight nature at this point is futile. So he closes his eyes and falls into the blue.

He revives once more and feels the thundering of water on his back pinning him to the eroded rock bed. He manages to free himself from the torrential abuse and finds himself under a small alcove where he sits down and removes his helmet.

-sigh-

"I got to climb all the way back up now don't I?" No one responds to his question as he gets back on his feet. "Great"

Jorge contemplates leaving at this point but he has to repay the pasty bastard for his little trip. "I swear the next monster he sends against me is getting torn in half!"

Jorge dons his helmet and starts the long arduous process of scaling the cliffside.