Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141115020857/@comment-5543592-20141117035801

There was a static sound and Darach was thrown on his back. His eyes were closed, and his breathes were shallow. The closer someone was to the cube, the worse their headache was. Darach was having a migrane, while Marius who was near the door probably just felt like he needed to pop an Aspirin. It was as if the signal lost intensity with distance.

The students were suddenly imaging some odd things. For example, Marius now knew that if a piston's steam pressure was too high, it would pop off. Or, for some reason, Megan knew that if she needed to fix a Dwarven sphere's movement device, all she had to do was recalibrate the gyro and attach more solid metal plates if need be. The group members suddenly had a thousand different new thoughts. They all knew how to work with Dwarven technology and how to get the most out of Dwarven armor. Several thousand years of Dwemer knowledge was being deposited into everyone's brains. Slowly, the pain went away.

Tomas sat up, rubbing his head. "What in Oblivion?"

Darach weezed and coughed, lying on his back. "Damn." He muttered.