Stuck in a Storm

Solo or RP Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7

Spring storms can often appear with out little notice and last for days. They are filled with strong winds and heavy rain, which means one must halt their travel if they are able to even get outside during the downpour. Your character has found themself stuck away from home in an area with others seeking to avoid the storm. Who do they meet? What do they talk about? How do they feel about the storm?

[ A storm has resulted in your character finding themself stuck in a location with others. Who do they encounter? What conversation do they have? And how do they feel about the strong storm rolling through? ]


Spring was a terribly unpredictable season and a poor time of year for travel. When Eurig had received word that Ujana made her way back to Jauhar and with Ahma nearly mended he prepped for the trip back home. His friend had urged him to stay for at least another week if only to watch out for the oncoming weather, but Eurig, ever the stubborn one, had waved off his friend’s concerns. If it rained a little what would be the harm? He’d weathered a storm or two in his years so this one would be no different.

That had been easy enough to say yesterday, but now that the rain was pelting down so hard he couldn’t see Eurig had other thoughts.

The Talean raised an arm to shield his eyes in a vain attempt to find shelter. There wasn’t much land that wasn’t exposed to the rain and honestly, even if he had found a tree to huddle under the sideways spray would have gotten to him. It was hard enough to push through during the day, but with night so quickly approaching he knew he needed to hide out somewhere. When a particularly harsh wind slammed into him Eurig huddled down, doing his best to ride it out until he was able to move again.

When he came across the cave it was far enough away from the main road that Eurig hadn’t expected to see anyone else. As he neared, however, and caught voices he nearly turned tail. What if it was a group of bandits? He could very well be walking into his own doom. Where else can you go? It wasn’t as if he had many options and his skin was already so cold that a chatter had started up in his teeth. So, with a determined grit, Eurig made his way toward the cave.

What he found wasn’t bandits – traditional ones, anyway – but rather a trio of Belrean women. Two Lightning girls who favored each other enough to be sisters and one Geian, all huddled near a sad pile of damp logs. The blanket they’d stretched out over their shoulders was already damp, but none of them were keen on moving. If he’d been worried about their intent they certainly were worried about his, if the blunderbuss one of the women held up was any indication.

“Sorry, sorry- I’m not here to hurt you. I just want out of the storm.”

“Put that thing down, Euphemia.” One of the Lightning women reached for the blunderbuss and shakily tucked it back into her pack. “Can’t you see he’s half froze? None of us are in any condition to hurt anyone.”

With a pensive look, the other woman sighed and nodded. After a moment the aggressor – Euphemia – motioned for him to come closer. “You can sit if you want. You won’t get much drier standing in the opening like that.”

It was just what he’d been hoping for. While he could have sat near the opening with each new gust of wind a little more rainwater was blowing in and hitting his exposed skin. Eurig moved closer to the trio and sat near their wood pile. As much as he would have loved to see it blossom into a warm fire he knew it wouldn’t happen without dry wood. A luxury none of them had.

“Blasted storm,” The Geian groused. “It had to hit the very moment we were away from a village. It’s like it waited for us to be lost.”

“You’re lost?” Eurig reached his arms above his hand, grasping chunks of hair and wringing them out. He couldn’t help noticing one of the Lightning sisters looking his way, her eyes obviously watching him and he couldn’t mistake the flush to her cheeks. “Where were you trying to go?”

“To Zidel.” Euphemia answered for the trio. “One of the merchant’s in Yera said it was close, but I thought we’d have seen it by now.”
“If you consider Zena close.”

“Where is Zena? We had some of our things…taken in Yera and our map was with it.”

Making a humming sound, Eurig reached into his own bag and pulled out his map. It was well worn, with most of the villages rubbed off, but the layout was clear enough. “You’ll have to go through Sauti first and then head North.”
If the storm hadn’t been enough to kill their spirits then this was. As the rain turned into a full thunderstorm outside, a storm began to brew inside the cave as well. Apparently Euphemia was chasing a Zenan who had sweettalked her back home, then promptly left and while the others were trying to talk sense to her she wouldn’t hear of it.

Maybe staying in the cave overnight would help to cool her off? She was determined, he’d give her that, but to come all this way for a man who obviously didn’t care enough to tell you where he was going…He could only hope things turned out well for her.

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