Post by grokan on May 31, 2008 1:27:45 GMT -5
Jurona lay in bed, looking out her window, and sighed. She felt like a caged bird whose wings had been clipped. The illness had sapped her vitality, the human healers did not think that she would survive. But survive she would, she was not ready to visit the blessed isles yet.
Human healers had grown clever, with both their magic and non-magical healings. The disease she had suffered from had killed most of the other elves she knew that had contracted it, and left those that had survived little better off. Bedridden, sapped of strength and vitality, some of their families had already mourned their decisions not to continue to remain with the living. But she was not going to lie down and die so easily. She had always wanted to see more of the world. This was just a... setback. She would regain her full strength in due time.
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How long had it been since she had contracted her illness and been healed? And she still remained weakened. She had recovered much of her physical strength, but she knew, she felt it, that she would be forever weakened in another way. She could not keep up her strength as well, or as long. Her stamina was completely drained, and her every effort to recover it had been in vain. The human healers could only tell her, sadly, that there was damage within her chest. Her heart, and her lungs, would never be the same. She would forever have to rely on a potion to help her breathe. Her heart broke. Would she ever see the world?
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If she was to die, she would do it on her terms. Every healer she had consulted had told her the same thing, this journey was a bad idea. She had forced one to teach her to make a potion, the one she often took when she felt like she couldn't breathe. She would take the knowledge, and a good supply of the potion, with her wherever she went. She would stand on her own two feet, and she was going to see the world.
So she started traveling, going as far as her supply of potion would take her. Eventually she would need to find a place to gather herbs for more... but the herbs were commonly found in most forests.
And so she found a little town she could temporarily settle in. One that bordered on a forest she could explore and gather in. A small, besieged town called Isinhold.
(Sorry, guys, for the lame attempt at backstory. Oh, and by the way, I'm back.)
Human healers had grown clever, with both their magic and non-magical healings. The disease she had suffered from had killed most of the other elves she knew that had contracted it, and left those that had survived little better off. Bedridden, sapped of strength and vitality, some of their families had already mourned their decisions not to continue to remain with the living. But she was not going to lie down and die so easily. She had always wanted to see more of the world. This was just a... setback. She would regain her full strength in due time.
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How long had it been since she had contracted her illness and been healed? And she still remained weakened. She had recovered much of her physical strength, but she knew, she felt it, that she would be forever weakened in another way. She could not keep up her strength as well, or as long. Her stamina was completely drained, and her every effort to recover it had been in vain. The human healers could only tell her, sadly, that there was damage within her chest. Her heart, and her lungs, would never be the same. She would forever have to rely on a potion to help her breathe. Her heart broke. Would she ever see the world?
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If she was to die, she would do it on her terms. Every healer she had consulted had told her the same thing, this journey was a bad idea. She had forced one to teach her to make a potion, the one she often took when she felt like she couldn't breathe. She would take the knowledge, and a good supply of the potion, with her wherever she went. She would stand on her own two feet, and she was going to see the world.
So she started traveling, going as far as her supply of potion would take her. Eventually she would need to find a place to gather herbs for more... but the herbs were commonly found in most forests.
And so she found a little town she could temporarily settle in. One that bordered on a forest she could explore and gather in. A small, besieged town called Isinhold.
(Sorry, guys, for the lame attempt at backstory. Oh, and by the way, I'm back.)