Post by Spells on Jan 19, 2011 20:28:36 GMT -5
Alora finally seen the doors to the inn, stagging and stumbling as she attempted to use her staff as her only real support, the side of her staff wet with blood showing the wound on her side still fresh from a large curved blade. Slowly step by step she progressed using the fence as her balance, each step slowly becoming harder than the last. Shaking her head attempting to focused the door opened, she did not look who or why but simply forced herself on as her vision blurred farther for a moment.
Stairs.. how was she on.. her feet slowly carried her up the steps, step by step, nearly falling down them when she walked into the door again opening for her. Another step, and another.. looking up she was at her room, at least the one she use to rent when she first arrived.. how long had it been sense she arrived? What was she doing again? Alora forced the thoughts out of her head as she walked forward into the dark room hearing the door close behind her as it usually did. One more step and she would be able to..
Her body hit the ground as books, journals, rations, and supplies scattered about her. She rest her forehead on the floor unable to move, her blood slowly seeping onto the floor. The tingling at her side shook her into consciousness once more letting her know she was still alive, the potion was still slowly healing the wound.
The creatures were of Limbo they spoke of, each of them coming.. another was calling them though they couldn't be seen, bring more and more with each she sent back. Another attempt on her life, or one that finally met with some success... what was a life.. why was she here?.. where was she again?
Alora tried to focus through the confusion, the poison the creatures coated there weapons with was slowly taking effect she knew as she felt herself falling into her the mix of memories and thoughts. She could no longer feel the floor under her, the world had became a void, one filled with the voices of others, of her own thoughts.
"Why do I fight?" The thought played in her mind. "We fight for honor, and justice, for the right of all!" Alora looked over now sitting on a fence outside of the inn, a armored covered human with the symbol of helm clearly showing on his shield as he leaned on the fence near her. "We fight because we keep the people safe from that which would do them harm, be it orcs or fiend summons or any other such thing." He he spoke proudly smiling.
"Or because there is always pie and the knowledge that we did something good." The voice near her feet piped in as she looked down at the small hin beaming up at her slowly counting out her darts.
"What our small friend and the rust bucket of helm is trying to say is that we all fight for different reasons" Alora smiled slight as the face of a young elven bowmen appeared in front of her. "We all have to find it for ourselves be it honor, pie, service to a god..."
"Or a rust bucket and pointy eared thief fighting over who can impress the insane bookworm that doesn't know what pie is!" Alora smirked down at the hin as the two next to her scowled the small hin at the same time as it giggled itself into a fit.
((due to post becoming to long to read (which i am sure it already is) I will stop it there for now, rp is open for anyone who wants to reply I am in hopes of getting the willpower to turn this into a posting of Alora's background after a DM gets back to me on a matter before I do, it will be written in a separate thread. I do not even attempt to pretend I know how to write (in fact I very much claim the opposite) However I have had several request for this and with enough will power I may actually get around to typing it out. For reasons of request, I will not be posting any other character's names unless they PM me saying that I can or send me a tell in game due to some player's fear of metagaming))
Stairs.. how was she on.. her feet slowly carried her up the steps, step by step, nearly falling down them when she walked into the door again opening for her. Another step, and another.. looking up she was at her room, at least the one she use to rent when she first arrived.. how long had it been sense she arrived? What was she doing again? Alora forced the thoughts out of her head as she walked forward into the dark room hearing the door close behind her as it usually did. One more step and she would be able to..
Her body hit the ground as books, journals, rations, and supplies scattered about her. She rest her forehead on the floor unable to move, her blood slowly seeping onto the floor. The tingling at her side shook her into consciousness once more letting her know she was still alive, the potion was still slowly healing the wound.
The creatures were of Limbo they spoke of, each of them coming.. another was calling them though they couldn't be seen, bring more and more with each she sent back. Another attempt on her life, or one that finally met with some success... what was a life.. why was she here?.. where was she again?
Alora tried to focus through the confusion, the poison the creatures coated there weapons with was slowly taking effect she knew as she felt herself falling into her the mix of memories and thoughts. She could no longer feel the floor under her, the world had became a void, one filled with the voices of others, of her own thoughts.
"Why do I fight?" The thought played in her mind. "We fight for honor, and justice, for the right of all!" Alora looked over now sitting on a fence outside of the inn, a armored covered human with the symbol of helm clearly showing on his shield as he leaned on the fence near her. "We fight because we keep the people safe from that which would do them harm, be it orcs or fiend summons or any other such thing." He he spoke proudly smiling.
"Or because there is always pie and the knowledge that we did something good." The voice near her feet piped in as she looked down at the small hin beaming up at her slowly counting out her darts.
"What our small friend and the rust bucket of helm is trying to say is that we all fight for different reasons" Alora smiled slight as the face of a young elven bowmen appeared in front of her. "We all have to find it for ourselves be it honor, pie, service to a god..."
"Or a rust bucket and pointy eared thief fighting over who can impress the insane bookworm that doesn't know what pie is!" Alora smirked down at the hin as the two next to her scowled the small hin at the same time as it giggled itself into a fit.
((due to post becoming to long to read (which i am sure it already is) I will stop it there for now, rp is open for anyone who wants to reply I am in hopes of getting the willpower to turn this into a posting of Alora's background after a DM gets back to me on a matter before I do, it will be written in a separate thread. I do not even attempt to pretend I know how to write (in fact I very much claim the opposite) However I have had several request for this and with enough will power I may actually get around to typing it out. For reasons of request, I will not be posting any other character's names unless they PM me saying that I can or send me a tell in game due to some player's fear of metagaming))