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    Althanian

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    Elthas
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    Forest Elf
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    This Silence kills...[Closed]

    (Versus Tobias as per request don't noob stomp me TOO hard bro. Note the thread takes place in a Citadel Chamber I'm just trying to add some flesh to the story itself.)

    Several years after the cataclysm took place...

    He wandered the forgotten village. His memories were skewed at that point...since the burning of the great tree as a result of Lornius being a super-volcano his people and his home were in shambles. The cataclysm was the day of judgment for the world. The gods had abandoned them all. Elthas only remembered his name at that point. There was too much suffering and destruction he'd witnessed.

    The government in Radasanth...no longer existed. Other elements were in play at that point.

    That no longer mattered to him.

    He'd found the abandoned village several weeks prior. His eyes were exhausted he'd simply been trying to just survive. At some point...ashfall did stop occurring. But too much had been lost by then...for him...for everyone.

    Elthas stood outside the house he'd chosen for himself. Who lived there prior mattered very little.

    He'd stopped talking by that point too...which was just another casualty of the cataclysm. He'd been a bard at one point.

    He looked down at his hands.

    He'd been working really hard to try to salvage something of his former self.

    There were images in his minds...memories....fragments...

    At that point it was too difficult to discern what was real and what was not. The village was an old village no more than a few houses that somehow did not get demolished. One gathering hall style building...probably where villagers would hold their meetings to argue over shit that did not matter.

    Elthas was tired.

    He had no idea how long he'd been running. Years? Centuries? It did not matter...time flowed different for his people.

    He stood up at the point...it was afternoon. He'd lost track of the day and month. It did not matter.

    Looking around carefully, something caught his attention at that point and he looked off towards the other fellow...

    ^(Tobes enter here)
    Last edited by Elthas; 11-23-2019 at 11:32 PM.
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