Mudpaw11
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An AU where everything is a mess? Man, how haven't I subjected my party to this yet!
Seriously though these were fun to write (mainly Eliss').
Good work Wake!
Seriously though these were fun to write (mainly Eliss').
Good work Wake!
The end of worlds left him only with dry laughter, enough to drown out the ticking of his numbered days. The moor wondered how long until the rest of the crew found out. The sunken look in his eyes was getting harder to hide with powder and the numbness of his digits was becoming rumour on the deck.
It made him wonder what would kill him first: the Wight’s disease, a mutiny when his guard was down, or whatever hell the waters had in store nowadays. While he would never admit it out loud, the Armadas were not his first choice for refuge. His plan was to keep to himself, but an old deck of cards could only play solitary so many times before one started to lose their mind.
It made him wonder what would kill him first: the Wight’s disease, a mutiny when his guard was down, or whatever hell the waters had in store nowadays. While he would never admit it out loud, the Armadas were not his first choice for refuge. His plan was to keep to himself, but an old deck of cards could only play solitary so many times before one started to lose their mind.
There had to be a source, the spark that started the fire- but where was it?
Despite Connor’s better judgment, his naïve hopefulness still stood strong as his foundation. When the gods first left and everything went sour, news spread faster than one could process. Laying idle was to wait for death so Connor gathered his gear and searched for answers. It wasn’t long until he was grasping at straws, ever lead ending with more questions. The unfamiliar overwhelmed his mind with information enough to fill a library of books.
Books that no one would read.
Books that would never end.
Book that he’d never get a chance to write.
Despite Connor’s better judgment, his naïve hopefulness still stood strong as his foundation. When the gods first left and everything went sour, news spread faster than one could process. Laying idle was to wait for death so Connor gathered his gear and searched for answers. It wasn’t long until he was grasping at straws, ever lead ending with more questions. The unfamiliar overwhelmed his mind with information enough to fill a library of books.
Books that no one would read.
Books that would never end.
Book that he’d never get a chance to write.
Like a drop in the ocean, another soul added to the many that lingered in the realm. It was here in the desert though, that the ghost of a man found someone he could talk to. They came in the form of a worn and wandering Animancer bearing a face once familiar. The caparii had been traveling alone till now but he didn’t seem to mind Connor’s company- even if it meant repeating conversations for a memory that never held onto them. Likewise, the ghost continued to follow him on his adventure. With the forgotten friend protecting him, he continued on until the day he could finally finish those books he longed for.
TidalTerror
TidalTerror
Stella never quite understood the rumours when they started until she saw the devastation for herself. The chaos and destruction left her scared and alone.
Alone. She hated being alone.
Left without any guidance, the formist ran across foreign grounds until she came across a caravan. Within she found a group of Soolerans, as paranoid as herself it seemed, but they were stopped. It didn’t take long before she caught sight of a man bleeding out on the ground, surrounded by a distraught family. Dropping her bag to the ground she ran over to them as the glow of a purple thread came from her fingertip.
The sight was horrid, each breath from the man shakier than the last. Stella felt her stomach twist as she looked for the wound, the seconds spent never seeming to be just long enough. Then finally, she spotted it and with a practiced cast of her magic the bleeding stopped. Once he was stabilized she rose and looked to the Sools that were now thanking her. Stella ended up joining the group on their journey, offering assistance when she could and helping other caravans that they passed.
No matter what happened now, she knew she wasn’t facing it alone anymore.
Alone. She hated being alone.
Left without any guidance, the formist ran across foreign grounds until she came across a caravan. Within she found a group of Soolerans, as paranoid as herself it seemed, but they were stopped. It didn’t take long before she caught sight of a man bleeding out on the ground, surrounded by a distraught family. Dropping her bag to the ground she ran over to them as the glow of a purple thread came from her fingertip.
The sight was horrid, each breath from the man shakier than the last. Stella felt her stomach twist as she looked for the wound, the seconds spent never seeming to be just long enough. Then finally, she spotted it and with a practiced cast of her magic the bleeding stopped. Once he was stabilized she rose and looked to the Sools that were now thanking her. Stella ended up joining the group on their journey, offering assistance when she could and helping other caravans that they passed.
No matter what happened now, she knew she wasn’t facing it alone anymore.
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It irks me.
