And another chapter for you all!
ALMOST NAKED ADVENTURES
STARRING VYATCHESLAV PETROVSKOV, THE SCANTILY CLAD ADVENTURER
By V.Ori (Viana and Orion) 
~ CHAPTER THREE~Fourteenth Day, Seventh Month, Year of the Antwerp -“I know it’s a bit cliché, but today… this man - this well-toned, rugged man fell for me! Literally. I was bathing under the Mirror Falls when I heard a loud splash. When I turned around – covering myself, I mind you… The limp body of the most gorgeous man I had ever set eyes upon was floating lifelessly in the water in front of me.”From the Diary of Anastasia Kovich~~~~~~
Now, one thing that one misses out as one is passing out is just where you happen to be landing in your unconscious state. You may have already figured out (bravo for you) that Vyatcheslav landed in a shallow creek.. However, since the story there was from his perspective and we just mentioned what
he did see, you probably didn’t figure that he also landed right at the top of a waterfall.
Mirror “river” is actually far more a creek than a river, but it’s still a body of moving water. Vyatcheslav, lying unconscious in the creek bed, was pushed over the falls in minutes while a hovering Mantray watched in dismay. The Mantray was about to go after him, when a far larger and more accessible morsel appeared. And now the Mantray is gone.
Over the falls Vyatcheslav tumbled, near death and unconscious. He hit the bottom with a splash, floated down, and then up again, his face in the water. A startled scream accompanied his splash. Of course, it does make sense that a beautiful woman would make a noise of exclamation when she’s bathing herself and then something large props into the water behind her. Hastily covering herself, Anastasia turned around and looked for the disturbance. She didn’t have to look far. Quite the fitting meeting. Our Scantily Clad Adventurer fell hopelessly for a Naked Maiden. Unfortunately, he was unconscious for all of it.
Fortunately for our hero, Anastasia was not a woman to be freaked out by nearly naked, almost dead men dropping in on her when she was bathing, and quickly grabbing some clothes, she pulled Vyatcheslav to shore. She pressed her palm against his neck, feeling for his pulse. “Faint, but alive.” She said to no one in particular. Being from experienced families, she also recognized the symptoms of poisoning. She was about to search through his inventory for poison cure pills when two things caught her attention: a pair of bright yellow and white Smiley Face Boxers, and a puddle of recently expelled blood on the ground.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, she had to crack a smile at the silliness of the boxers even as she looked for the wound. She found it – the puncture wound of a Mantray, and it looked bad. Quickly, she pulled off his backpack and searched for something that would stop the bleeding, and found some poison cure pills. Laying that aside for the moment, she rifled as quickly as possible through his pack as she could, but all she could find was some duct tape and a few pieces of terrycloth.
Shrugging mentally, she hastily duct-taped the terry cloth onto the wound, and turned her attention to his poison. All she had were the pills, and no liquid. She frowned, trying to think of a way to get it down him. Finally, she just pried open his mouth, placed the pills on his tongue, and propped him up on her… bosom. She forced water into his mouth and onto his face. Gurgling and coming to just a bit, he choked on the water and the pills, but automatically swallowed and didn’t die from the cure. Anastasia breathed a sigh of relief and went to put on some clothes.
