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| A refugee's plight (Shalinda and anyone else who is interested) | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 7 2009, 11:05 AM (20 Views) | |
| Andarin Llane | Nov 7 2009, 11:05 AM Post #1 |
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The sands of Gnard were a harsh place, food was scarce and water was even scarcer in this desolate land that all the refugees had fled to. It was in this land that the leaders had decided to make their stand in, here that they would organize their resistance against the hordes of undead that were ravaging the earth. All well and good for them, but for the lower folk life was harder than it ever had been, and this was no exception for Andarin. He had tried to find work as a blacksmith at first among the other Terran people but while his skill might be considered superior by most other nations he was average at best among his own people, and it had been so long since he had worked at a forge that his skill was far below his best. So he was forced to fall back on his other trade, a mercenary for hire. Even this proved difficult as many others had also taken up this when their services weren't needed. There wasn't enough iron or lords to go around in this place. "I'm sorry sir, you're obviously very skilled but we can't use you here." It was the third time in as many days that he had heard that, well if they had no use for him then he had no reason to stay. He had heard of other nations gathering in different parts of the country, perhaps they could use someone like him. Which was how he ended up where he was, wandering along an ancient path through the dry heat of the worst part of the day. Finally he came upon a small settlement of mixed nation refugees. At the very least it will offer me some shelter for the night Walking up to the gate the guard stopped him to ask him the usual questions, who he was and his business, how long would be be staying, that sort of thing. After getting through he started to make his way to what he assumed was an inn when he bumped the shoulder of a passing woman. "My apologies ma-" The words were caught in his throat because he knew this woman, and had never expected to see her again. "Miss Undire?" |
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| Shalinda Undire | Nov 8 2009, 06:11 AM Post #2 |
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It had been a very narrow escape, but the refugees managed to make it onto the boats and sail away from the now-defeated Carthan to Gnard; of course the woman had little to no memory of the event. She had spent most of her time in the ship's cabin, trying to recover her strength. Those two 'sunbursts' alone had taken up a good portion of her reserves, but it needed to be done to save the others from becoming victims of the apparent two-pronged assault. It wasn't until the last day that she emerged, still a bit woozy but well enough to move onshore onto unfamiliar sands. Someone had bumped into her then and was about ready to mumble an apology when the stranger spoke her name. She turned to look at the man - who was laden with some armor and a very familiar axe - and gasped. "Andarin...?" If she remembered right, this was the same man who had met her in the woods on the road to Kalimshere, but got separated during the attack. It was good to see a familiar face around, especially after all that had happened. Leaning against her staff, the Semharian woman sighed with relief while watching some of the other passengers disembark the ships to try and settle themselves in this new place. "I suppose we are all that is left..." Shalinda murmured softly. "Back there...I felt so useless...even though I did what I could, who knows how many more are still back there, suffering alone..." |
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| Andarin Llane | Nov 16 2009, 08:24 PM Post #3 |
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((I wasn't sure if we were waiting on someone or not)) Seeing Shalinda here was quite a shock in itself, he thought she had been lost when the capitol of Carthan had fallen. There were a thousand things going through his mind that he wanted to ask her, what had happened after they were separated? how had she gotten out of there? When had she arrived in Gnard? He was about to speak when he noticed for the first time that she was looking rather worn out, like she had after the attack of the men from Sehmar on the road to Kalimshere. She said something softly that sounded like a regret. He wasn't sure what to do, he wanted to comfort her somehow but didn't know how. Perhaps if he could find out a little more later, if he got a chance to talk to her after finding some work. "I'm glad to see you made it out alive, after the zombies attacked I wasn't sure if you had made it." In all the excitement he had forgotten just how hot out it was here, and suddenly he felt it with a gust that blew hot, dry air in from the desert. The weight of his armor and his axe were pulling on him, even his own muscles seemed to want to pull him over and just set him on the ground. "Perhaps you could tell me about what happened after we were seperated? Somewhere out of the sun if that's ok with you." |
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