Snippet #2742039

Davien had only looked up for a split second after hearing a sickening squelch. Peering back down the
tree, distracted temporarily, he saw Votu bathing in the entrails of one of the beasts. Hm... Maybe he
should have chosen his words a little better... He had forgotten what mean and bloodthirsty little
beings they could be. He continued to climb after a brief respite. Davien was able to crawl all the way
out onto the branch that currently held his prized possession. He inched his way down the branch, tensing
up with every creak and wobble that challenged his faith in the strength of it.

Finally, Davien delicately picked up the strap of the satchel and reeled it up to himself. Now it was time
to run. After seeing the Pasty mans and Kobolds adeptness in combat, it seemed like he could very easily
become a fur coat for the party or perhaps dinner for the centaurs. Sticking around in his mind was simply
not an option with survival in the cards. Wrapping the strap around his torso he hastily began his descent
down the tree.

He had however only gotten a few shimmies down before an acutely sharp pain reverberated from his arm
up into his skull. He yelped involuntarily as his muscles tensed up and he released his grip on the tree.
Fully expecting a fall, he was a little more than surprised when he didn't. Instead, the pain in his arm
intensified tenfold, causing his eyes to fly back open. An arrow, crude in design and fletching had firmly
attatched his arm to the trunk of the oak tree. For anything heavier than him, their body weight probably
would have snapped the arrow.

Scrambling to regain his feet against the trunk and get the weight off of his new wooden limb as fast as
possible, he tried to push through the pain and think. Pushing up his weight with his feet, he began
to attempt to pull the arrow out of the tree himself. His blood however had run down the shaft of the arrow,
making it impossible to grip. He tried his best to break the arrow, but it was stuck in his dominant arm, and through the pain he couldn't muster the strength to break the sturdier-than-it-looked arrow. He was stuck. Really, really stuck.

"Well, you horses ass. At least you aren't bored of fishing anymore." He chastised himself, somehow finding
just the slightest bit of humor in it all. His feet slipped slightly against the moss covered bark, showing
even simply standing against the tree would be a huge physical endeavor in itself, but one more welcome
than the searing pain of dangling.

Here he remain, stuck, face to a tree, bleeding slowly. The very last option would be to rip his arm
directly out from the tree, leaving the shaft of the arrow embedded in the tree and a gaping hole in
his arm. Davien was almost sure that would lead to him bleeding out however, especially this far out
in the woods where the only local creatures and folks he had met tried to eat him, kill him, or barter him.


"If I survive..." He thought. "I'm never coming to this fecking forest again."

He didn't know who was aware of him still being in the tree or not, but attempted to remain quiet as a churchmouse,
silently adjusting his weight and trying to remain unseen until the battle was over. Occasionally he would
attempt to strain his neck and catch small glimpses of what was happening.