Location: RIFT FLOOR
Weather: Cold, damn cold. And damn windy. Visibility 30' at best.
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The last thing they remember is the impact...the hard crush of ice, the shatter, but then soft cushioning of snow which likely saved each of their lives. Each hero comes to...they cannot tell if it has been a minute, an hour, or a day. Each man's body lies prone on the Rift floor and aches to its core. Their faces are numb with cold. The first stages of frostbite are undoubtedly set in.
Sense begins to find its way back to each hero. The air is cold -- even by the standards of the Rift. A relentless, howling wind swirls around them. It is difficult to hear anything. Snow swirls around them. Nothing can be seen upwards except for pure white. The wall of the Rift, which is within their view, disappears about 30' up. Their surroundings include a small hillock (near Krom), a smaller one and an enormous chunk of ice, which also disappears into the swirling snow.
The heroes begin to move and can just start to clamor to their feet. They need to decide what to do.
HP:
Arqos: 17/91 (-13) !!
Hollis: 1/52 !!!
Krom: 4/46 !!!
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