Something always brought her back to Dunnstads.
Her life outside of the game had been one of highways, skyscrapers, and noise pollution. Eating seafood was a luxury that she never had the money, nevertheless the time, to partake in. And while this was still mostly the truth now, it didn't stop her from finding a carriage heading in this direction and hitching a ride.
It didn't stop her from standing on the beach, her boots sinking into the sand, her body tense as she stared out at the vast expanse of ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see. The breeze was chilly, and the scent of the ocean was salty, but there was a calmness here, externally, that she longed for…internally.
Instead, she was filled with shifting, nipping, biting, buzzing creatures that would never leave her alone—
The scent of gunpowder invades her nostrils like maggots in a gaping wound and she inhales deeply, the sudden olfactory explosion enough to quiet the legion residing in her skull. Huffing out a short breath, she turns sharply on her heel, her eyes scanning her immediate surroundings. They glance at the pleased faces around her, families strolling, lovers picnicking, a giant crab slowly emerging from the surf—
Wait. What the fuck?
The screams start before she can find him, and a frustrated grunt is the only thing she can manage as two—no, three, wait, no, five—massive barnacled crabs lift to the surface of the ocean and begin to waddle onto the beach. Perhaps in the melee to come, they would find themselves standing shoulder to shoulder once more as they drove these beasts back to their lairs.
He always did enjoy behind a hero, didn't he.
[ @Zelrius ]