Rumblestikk
Legacy Supporter 6
- Joined
- Jul 19, 2011
- Location
- The Multiverse
This is something I'm working on for my Loremaster application.
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The Moonlight hit his back like the radiating sun during the day. He walked across the fields he had created, towards his house, admiring all he had done. Approaching the housing, made of wood and stone, he set his things down by the door. He took a moment to pause and collect himself after a long days work. The light illuminating from the window onto his face. He put his hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath, opening the door.
"Damion?" shouted a feminine voice from the back room "Damion is that you?"
"Yes love!" Damion replied. A lady with long brown hair and red eyes that flickered like fire walked into the room. Damion smiled as he looked at his lover.
They had met long ago back when the souls first ventured to Dragongarde. Damion had built this house for them for they wished to raise a family. It took him many cycles of day to finish their house. He endured through attacks from bandits, creatures, and the harsh weather as he built his home and a farm soon followed. Determined to bring their wishes true he stayed strong. Everything was peaceful for a time.
She set a plate down on the table of cooked chicken, melon and bread. Damion immediately started to eat as his lover smiled and turned back to the counter.
"How was your day?" She asked him.
"Long and extremely tiring" he responded between bites of food. "I was able to harvest enough wheat to feed the animals and we got enough to keep some in stock for a good while. I'll be making a trip tomorrow to the trade district." looking up from his plate his face turned grim. His lover had collapsed on the floor. She was conscious but could not move nor speak.
Damion rushed down and picked her up, carrying her to their bed. He stared at her looking deep into her red eyes afraid and scared.
Over the next few weeks, while she had been able to start talking again, her health was slowly getting worse. Her hair once long and brown has started to fall out. Her skin turned black with decay and began to rot away. He had asked her if it hurt but she would always say it wasn't that bad. Damion had stopped going out to tend for his crops. He had enough food inside to fend for them and he couldn't risk leaving her alone. Druids, Clerics, Disciples and healers alike would line up at their door to see if they could help. Each one coming up shorter then the last for answers. Each night Damion would pray, hoping to be heard, to the Zo. He knew that if anyone could help her the Zo could.
One day Damion was forced to leave his lover. "I wont be long." He promised her. "I need to run into the Trade District. We've run out of milk and coal for the fires."
She looked at him, the red sparkle in her eyes seemed almost at peace. "Okay love. Be safe. I'll be fine." She smiled and then started to cough, spitting up blood as she lay back down.
Damion walked out the door taking his first strides outside in many weeks. His crops were all but what they used to be. Fruitful pumpkins and melons had withered and dried up. The wheat he had planted shriveled away from what it once was. Looking towards his barn he saw a hole in the fencing, knowing his animals had either escaped or died of starvation. He dared not look inside the barn. He stood in the middle of his farm, or what was left of it, and took a deep breath. Everything he had worked for had changed that night.
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The Moonlight hit his back like the radiating sun during the day. He walked across the fields he had created, towards his house, admiring all he had done. Approaching the housing, made of wood and stone, he set his things down by the door. He took a moment to pause and collect himself after a long days work. The light illuminating from the window onto his face. He put his hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath, opening the door.
"Damion?" shouted a feminine voice from the back room "Damion is that you?"
"Yes love!" Damion replied. A lady with long brown hair and red eyes that flickered like fire walked into the room. Damion smiled as he looked at his lover.
They had met long ago back when the souls first ventured to Dragongarde. Damion had built this house for them for they wished to raise a family. It took him many cycles of day to finish their house. He endured through attacks from bandits, creatures, and the harsh weather as he built his home and a farm soon followed. Determined to bring their wishes true he stayed strong. Everything was peaceful for a time.
She set a plate down on the table of cooked chicken, melon and bread. Damion immediately started to eat as his lover smiled and turned back to the counter.
"How was your day?" She asked him.
"Long and extremely tiring" he responded between bites of food. "I was able to harvest enough wheat to feed the animals and we got enough to keep some in stock for a good while. I'll be making a trip tomorrow to the trade district." looking up from his plate his face turned grim. His lover had collapsed on the floor. She was conscious but could not move nor speak.
Damion rushed down and picked her up, carrying her to their bed. He stared at her looking deep into her red eyes afraid and scared.
Over the next few weeks, while she had been able to start talking again, her health was slowly getting worse. Her hair once long and brown has started to fall out. Her skin turned black with decay and began to rot away. He had asked her if it hurt but she would always say it wasn't that bad. Damion had stopped going out to tend for his crops. He had enough food inside to fend for them and he couldn't risk leaving her alone. Druids, Clerics, Disciples and healers alike would line up at their door to see if they could help. Each one coming up shorter then the last for answers. Each night Damion would pray, hoping to be heard, to the Zo. He knew that if anyone could help her the Zo could.
One day Damion was forced to leave his lover. "I wont be long." He promised her. "I need to run into the Trade District. We've run out of milk and coal for the fires."
She looked at him, the red sparkle in her eyes seemed almost at peace. "Okay love. Be safe. I'll be fine." She smiled and then started to cough, spitting up blood as she lay back down.
Damion walked out the door taking his first strides outside in many weeks. His crops were all but what they used to be. Fruitful pumpkins and melons had withered and dried up. The wheat he had planted shriveled away from what it once was. Looking towards his barn he saw a hole in the fencing, knowing his animals had either escaped or died of starvation. He dared not look inside the barn. He stood in the middle of his farm, or what was left of it, and took a deep breath. Everything he had worked for had changed that night.
