Orphan was angry with himself for stopping to look at the vine. He had almost not noticed it as its color matched the wall, and now it had thick lengths of itself wrapped around his torso and throat. It wasn’t really hurting him, he couldn’t be choked to death after all, but it was putting stress on his body frame that would soon be very dangerous. To make matters worse, his sunrod had shattered as he rolled around trying to break free and everything was now in pitch-black darkness.
The warforged grunted in pain as he felt several darkwood fibers go snap, but then surged forward and broke out of the vine that was holding him. He got a dagger out and began to hack at the plant by feel. It entangled him again, but this time he was hurting it, and eventually it stopped struggling. Its vines let him go as he finished slashing the thing’s main stem.
Orphan stood and ran his finger over his torso, checking for damage. There were minor cracks, but he didn’t have any more oils of repair. Nothing to be done about it
Sheathing the dagger, the warforged touched the tunnel wall lightly to guide himself and then began walking. Hopefully he would find something soon.
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