Innverse Stats | 10.09 E

Name	Text
Erin Solstice	Her name was Erin Solstice. She had on a t-shirt and jeans and, on top of that, what looked like a sack: a piece of grey, burnt cloth with holes poked in it for her arms. A cloak for the sun, cold weather, and rain up till now. But she’d added clumsy sleeves fashioned out of loops of cloth. She was sunburned, her skin was peeling, and she had lost weight. How much, she couldn’t have said, but her hair that sometimes fell out looked discolored at the tips.
Erin Solstice	Erin would have worried about anyone else in this condition. For herself?
[Lesser Strength]	“[Lesser Strength]! Jump!”
Erin Solstice	The jump was as good as she had hoped; Erin had realized she could fly into the air, at least, relative to her height. When she’d practiced at sea a few times, she’d managed incredible jumps of what she guessed might have been a foot or more.
[Innkeeper]	Desperation and momentum must have given her two feet, four feet of height and distance. The [Innkeeper] whooped—then saw wet sand below her.
Erin Solstice	But she was a smaller-than-average person right now. A Fraerling. That much, Erin Solstice knew. Where the heck she was, what had happened while she lay there thinking, surviving, and waiting for something to attack or kill her besides a seagull one time—
Grimalkin Duveig	A month of doing sit-ups when she could or those exercises Grimalkin and the [Healer] had shown her to make sure her body wouldn’t fail her. She hadn’t been able to walk for nearly a week and a half. Now, she stood—and began running.
[Healer]	A month of doing sit-ups when she could or those exercises Grimalkin and the [Healer] had shown her to make sure her body wouldn’t fail her. She hadn’t been able to walk for nearly a week and a half. Now, she stood—and began running.
Erin Solstice	Away from the incoming wave, which threatened to wash over her current position. Erin Solstice’s footwear was backup sandals from her bag of holding; the boots she’d been wearing had been badly damaged like everything else she’d had on her during the battle at sea.
Erin Solstice	No knife. No potions. And her bag of holding—Erin glanced over her shoulder—
Silvenia Ettertree	“You could have shrunk my bag of holding too. Damn you, Silvenia!”
[Innkeeper]	The [Innkeeper] began running, arms and legs pumping as she dashed over the wet sand. It was about the eight hundredth time she’d cursed the Death of Magic’s name. At least she had her health and enough energy to run.
Silvenia Ettertree	The [Innkeeper] began running, arms and legs pumping as she dashed over the wet sand. It was about the eight hundredth time she’d cursed the Death of Magic’s name. At least she had her health and enough energy to run.
Erin Solstice	A wave. Who knew they were so terrifying? Water rushed forwards and reached her ankles; she yelped, leapt—and the water pulled back as Erin Solstice landed in the sand. Dry sand.
Erin Solstice	It clung to her as she stumbled, stopped, turned, and realized she’d made it. She was alive. Shaking, breathing in, exhaling hard, Erin Solstice looked back.
Erin Solstice	…It didn’t bode well for wherever this was, though. Erin Solstice looked around. Her legs were covered with bits of sand particles, still smaller than her, but gravel-sized relative to her height. Her eyes took in a vast, desert-like land ahead of her; that was the beach.
Erin Solstice	That was the forest. Probably not even a big forest. Jungle? Erin Solstice had no idea.
[Innkeeper]	The [Innkeeper] swallowed hard. She was alive. She hadn’t expected that. In that sense, she was grateful. In that sense, she deserved everything coming to her.
Roshal	Like the people who’d died at the Solstice. Like the nature of Roshal or evil or herself. Compared to having to think about that—Erin would have suffered a thousand waves at the beach.
Erin Solstice	Like the people who’d died at the Solstice. Like the nature of Roshal or evil or herself. Compared to having to think about that—Erin would have suffered a thousand waves at the beach.
Ryoka Griffin	Not because she wanted a different landing spot; there was absolutely no way to maneuver at sea. She’d tried; be it plank or sail, even if she’d managed to conjure a wind like Ryoka, it had been abundantly clear to Erin’s mind that she couldn’t head anywhere else.
Erin Solstice	Not because she wanted a different landing spot; there was absolutely no way to maneuver at sea. She’d tried; be it plank or sail, even if she’d managed to conjure a wind like Ryoka, it had been abundantly clear to Erin’s mind that she couldn’t head anywhere else.
Ryoka Griffin	Even if she had Ryoka’s complete ability set, sailing to another island would take days upon days at her height, wouldn’t it? Flying, now…that might allow her to travel wherever she wanted.
Flying Queen	Even if she had Ryoka’s complete ability set, sailing to another island would take days upon days at her height, wouldn’t it? Flying, now…that might allow her to travel wherever she wanted.
Erin Solstice	But she was stuck with this location. What Erin wanted was Plank II.

Erin Solstice

Her name was Erin Solstice. She had on a t-shirt and jeans and, on top of that, what looked like a sack: a piece of grey, burnt cloth with holes poked in it for her arms. A cloak for the sun, cold weather, and rain up till now. But she’d added clumsy sleeves fashioned out of loops of cloth. She was sunburned, her skin was peeling, and she had lost weight. How much, she couldn’t have said, but her hair that sometimes fell out looked discolored at the tips.

Erin Solstice

Erin would have worried about anyone else in this condition. For herself?

[Lesser Strength]

“[Lesser Strength]! Jump!”

Erin Solstice

The jump was as good as she had hoped; Erin had realized she could fly into the air, at least, relative to her height. When she’d practiced at sea a few times, she’d managed incredible jumps of what she guessed might have been a foot or more.

[Innkeeper]

Desperation and momentum must have given her two feet, four feet of height and distance. The [Innkeeper] whooped—then saw wet sand below her.

Erin Solstice

But she was a smaller-than-average person right now. A Fraerling. That much, Erin Solstice knew. Where the heck she was, what had happened while she lay there thinking, surviving, and waiting for something to attack or kill her besides a seagull one time—

Grimalkin Duveig

A month of doing sit-ups when she could or those exercises Grimalkin and the [Healer] had shown her to make sure her body wouldn’t fail her. She hadn’t been able to walk for nearly a week and a half. Now, she stood—and began running.

[Healer]

A month of doing sit-ups when she could or those exercises Grimalkin and the [Healer] had shown her to make sure her body wouldn’t fail her. She hadn’t been able to walk for nearly a week and a half. Now, she stood—and began running.

Erin Solstice

Away from the incoming wave, which threatened to wash over her current position. Erin Solstice’s footwear was backup sandals from her bag of holding; the boots she’d been wearing had been badly damaged like everything else she’d had on her during the battle at sea.

Erin Solstice

No knife. No potions. And her bag of holding—Erin glanced over her shoulder—

Silvenia Ettertree

“You could have shrunk my bag of holding too. Damn you, Silvenia!”

[Innkeeper]

The [Innkeeper] began running, arms and legs pumping as she dashed over the wet sand. It was about the eight hundredth time she’d cursed the Death of Magic’s name. At least she had her health and enough energy to run.

Silvenia Ettertree

The [Innkeeper] began running, arms and legs pumping as she dashed over the wet sand. It was about the eight hundredth time she’d cursed the Death of Magic’s name. At least she had her health and enough energy to run.

Erin Solstice

A wave. Who knew they were so terrifying? Water rushed forwards and reached her ankles; she yelped, leapt—and the water pulled back as Erin Solstice landed in the sand. Dry sand.

Erin Solstice

It clung to her as she stumbled, stopped, turned, and realized she’d made it. She was alive. Shaking, breathing in, exhaling hard, Erin Solstice looked back.

Erin Solstice

…It didn’t bode well for wherever this was, though. Erin Solstice looked around. Her legs were covered with bits of sand particles, still smaller than her, but gravel-sized relative to her height. Her eyes took in a vast, desert-like land ahead of her; that was the beach.

Erin Solstice

That was the forest. Probably not even a big forest. Jungle? Erin Solstice had no idea.

[Innkeeper]

The [Innkeeper] swallowed hard. She was alive. She hadn’t expected that. In that sense, she was grateful. In that sense, she deserved everything coming to her.

Roshal

Like the people who’d died at the Solstice. Like the nature of Roshal or evil or herself. Compared to having to think about that—Erin would have suffered a thousand waves at the beach.

Erin Solstice

Like the people who’d died at the Solstice. Like the nature of Roshal or evil or herself. Compared to having to think about that—Erin would have suffered a thousand waves at the beach.

Ryoka Griffin

Not because she wanted a different landing spot; there was absolutely no way to maneuver at sea. She’d tried; be it plank or sail, even if she’d managed to conjure a wind like Ryoka, it had been abundantly clear to Erin’s mind that she couldn’t head anywhere else.

Erin Solstice

Not because she wanted a different landing spot; there was absolutely no way to maneuver at sea. She’d tried; be it plank or sail, even if she’d managed to conjure a wind like Ryoka, it had been abundantly clear to Erin’s mind that she couldn’t head anywhere else.

Ryoka Griffin

Even if she had Ryoka’s complete ability set, sailing to another island would take days upon days at her height, wouldn’t it? Flying, now…that might allow her to travel wherever she wanted.

Flying Queen

Even if she had Ryoka’s complete ability set, sailing to another island would take days upon days at her height, wouldn’t it? Flying, now…that might allow her to travel wherever she wanted.

Erin Solstice

But she was stuck with this location. What Erin wanted was Plank II.

Chapter 10.09 E

Mentions