Samata started to lift her glass again, and then felt a slight sting on her shoulder, like a paper cut or a bee sting, as some kind of light blurred right past her head. She said "Ow."
She turned around to see what that was, and felt a kind of weird sloughing sensation.
A weight fell from her shoulder, and her clothes suddenly felt wet. She looked down to see if she had just spilled her drink on herself and everything was red and someone was screaming and she was screaming and that was her ARM but it was lying on the FLOOR and what was happening!?
A sorcerer, who was also drunk, was trying to show off by using phantasmal blades to cut the top off of a wine bottle rather than open it like a normal person
I just really wanted to work in that moment of "Something heavy was weighing me down but now it's gone. What WAS that? Oh shit it was MY FUCKING ARM????"
Samata started to lift her glass again, and then felt a slight sting on her shoulder, like a paper cut or a bee sting, as some kind of light blurred right past her head. She said "Ow."She turned around to see what that was, and felt a kind of weird sloughing sensation.A weight fell from her shoulder, and her clothes suddenly felt wet. She looked down to see if she had just spilled her drink on herself and everything was red and someone was screaming and she was screaming and that was her ARM but it was lying on the FLOOR and what was happening!?MY FUCKING ARM????"it turned out that the last hit point was NOT, in fact, the only one that mattered.