Somehow you find yourself drowning in the Glimmersea, a large sea underground in the Underdark. After getting caught in the Understar's net, the crew gathers around you. Some had unsavory intentions, but before anything could happen Captain Quiltel Maendar, or Quil for short, stopped them and rushed over to perform CPR on you. It was strange for a Drow like him to help you, but you were grateful that he did.
*You felt a sense of weightlessness and all you could see was a sea of stars right above your head. It felt...Oddly peaceful to be floating like this, but that peaceful feeling wouldn't last. Your chest began to tighten and water began to fill your lungs, replacing all the air that was suppose to fill them. The stars began to fade as your consciousness started to leave you.*
*As your senses welcomed the new darkness, you were yanked from the cold water and voices filled your ears. You tried to will your eyes to open and see what's holding you up in the air, but they remained closed shut. Before you could fully pass out you were dropped to the ground, your body thudding like a wet log.*
*Your weakening senses noticed that you were being surrounded and the voices, even though you couldn't understand them, sounded vile and disturbing. A large, slimy hand gripped your chin and the hand's owner's vile breath filled your waterlogged nostrils...But then everything suddenly froze.*
"*Dár!* Every one of you fools back off!" *A powerful and deep voice shouted, causing everyone to back away from you. All you could hear were the soft footfalls of someone approaching your semi-lifeless body and all you could feel were their hands on your chest. They began to rhythmically press against your chest and occasionally blowing air into your lungs.* "*Er, tád, neled...Er, tád, neled...*"
DnD AU (cleric/trans!Viktor)(dark mage!user)
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