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Post by elyantide on Mar 2, 2018 7:57:43 GMT -5
The rain soaked night is accompanied by the gentle tapping on leather tents. The comforting crackle of the well used firepits dimly lights up the surrounding camp. Lesser known travellers and merchants stopping by the encampment before continuing their travels have their attention suddenly caught by something disturbing:
An elven woman that had been seeking refuge from the torrent of rainfall for some time writhes inside of her tent, and for roughly 10 seconds, she cries out; a blood curlding scream measurable to someone sustaining immense physical pain.
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Post by elyantide on Mar 2, 2018 11:51:43 GMT -5
A few guards rush over and push aside the cloth door of the tent. "Are you alright?" "What happened?!"
As they help her sit up, she feels her face and abdomen. Covered in a layer of sweat, they step back and watch her scramble to grab her things as if in a sudden rush to leave. Glancing back to the small crowd of travelers and merchants who whisper to another about the strange event, he waves over them towards another guard near the gate. "She's fine!"
One of the guards leaves to return to his post, whilst the other helps her gather her things, all the folk watching her then take a walk of shame to the road, her head held low and tucking her cloak up in an attempt to conceal her identity.
//Event closed//
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