Username:
Trixyr
Name:
Rosalind
Gender:
Female
Bedtime Story:
Rosalind arranged the hay on the cold barn floor. She didn't have enough gems to pay for a tavern in the town, and none of the locals trusted her enough to house her in their own home.
It took awhile to fall asleep the barn, but sleep she did. It was peaceful for a time, but like most nights a nightmare formed in her sleeping mind. Tales of the castle wove themselves into a nightmare, and she came upon the gravelly path leading to the castle door. There was forest on the sides of the path, and eyes peered at her from the wood. It was all she could do not to run.
She finally reached the edge of the woods, leaving the glinting eyes behind. Peering ahead at the castle she discovered the drawbridge had already been dropped, as if whatever was living inside was expecting her. The hall gaped at her as she watched it shift and change, denying the laws of this universe in favor another's chaos. Sconces hung on the walls, holding candles that dripped wax ominously onto the floor.
She stepped forward cautiously, each step a struggle and each bringing her closer to the entrance of the castle. As she neared she found seaweed swaying in the moat and shadows flickering among the fronds. She dreaded the first step onto the bridge, but take it she did. She continued slowly and cautiously, but halfway across the drawbridge began to crumble and she was forced into a sprint. It felt like she couldn't run fast enough, as if there was something holding her back. The bridge fell under her as she hung onto the edge of the castles hall, pulling herself up inch by inch with moat below threatening to swallow her up and the shadows within becoming excited.
She dragged herself onto the cold stone and gazed down the hall. The hall seemed to sway, though whether this was the truth or an optical illusion Rosalind didn't know. The walls seemed to writhe with anger and sounds emanated from within of fights long ago, the clanging of swords and the clink of armor echoing faintly in the back of her brain.
She continued her journey, but she could hear the claws of a beast scrape against the ground in the rooms lining the hallway. Tempted as the was to fight it, the dim lighting of the rooms was not in her favor and she hoped the beast would eventually leave her alone. Even so, the scraping was disconcerting and worried Rosalind to no end.
At the end of the long hallway a spiral staircase rose up in stone leading to the top of a tower. She didn't want to climb the stairs, but this was her quest and she couldn't get back across the moat anyway. The stairs were lit with more candles, and wax trickled down the stairs in a hardened trail.
As she got to the top she saw that the tower had a window, though it was barred up as if the tower in it's prime were a prison. Bones were scattered across the floor, mostly mice and other rodents. She turned to face the stairs but a shadow stopped her. It was big and furry and climbing up the stairs.
Rosalind turned and rushed towards the window in slow motion, struggling to remove bars that wouldn't budge. She drew her dagger as she turned around and waited for the creature to finish it's ascent. It clambered onto the top and immediately launched itself at Rosalind. She held her dagger out preparing for what was to come but someone...
someone was calling her...
Rosalind awoke screaming and shot upward, coming face to face with a startled street urchin.
"I-I heard you having a nightmare and I... well I thought I'd... help? You're going on the quest aren't you? To save us from the monsters right? Oh I hope so, I really do. They... they got my family."
Rosalind just stared. She didn't want to go, she didn't want to go at all. She felt the nightmare was a warning, an omen maybe.
But... she couldn't say no to the young orphan could she? He'd lost everything and had been kicked out onto the streets. She peered around, and at the barn door there were two even younger kalons peeking in. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch to assume the same had happened to them, and though every fiber of her being was telling her not to go... she didn't have a choice.
"Yes, I am going on the quest." The children's eyes grew wide, and the one that woke her up broke into a smile and his eyes twinkled in the dim light of the barn.
"Oh thank you, you have no idea how much this means to us." He began to unlatch his cloak to drape it around Rosalind, "Here, take this, remember us."
"Oh, I couldn't. This is yours and you've lost everything. It wouldn't be fair." Rosalind moved to remove the cloak, but the young boy merely fastened it around Rosalind's neck.
"I insist. You're doing this for us this is the least we can do for you."
Rosalind began to untie the satchel from around her waist. It carried the few gems she had left, twelve at most, and offered them to the young boy, "Please, at least take these. Perhaps you could buy a new cloak for yourself with it, or food maybe, but you must. It's not much, but I hope it will help."
The boy's eyes grew wide and he took the bag gratefully, bowing his head and thanking her far more than necessary before bounding out of the barn and pulling the two young kits close to his side. Rosalind lay back down. The cloak, though warm, was far too small for her but it didn't matter. It would give her courage, and it would carry her through the quest ahead. [999/1000]
Trixyr
Name:
Rosalind
Gender:
Female
Bedtime Story:
Rosalind arranged the hay on the cold barn floor. She didn't have enough gems to pay for a tavern in the town, and none of the locals trusted her enough to house her in their own home.
It took awhile to fall asleep the barn, but sleep she did. It was peaceful for a time, but like most nights a nightmare formed in her sleeping mind. Tales of the castle wove themselves into a nightmare, and she came upon the gravelly path leading to the castle door. There was forest on the sides of the path, and eyes peered at her from the wood. It was all she could do not to run.
She finally reached the edge of the woods, leaving the glinting eyes behind. Peering ahead at the castle she discovered the drawbridge had already been dropped, as if whatever was living inside was expecting her. The hall gaped at her as she watched it shift and change, denying the laws of this universe in favor another's chaos. Sconces hung on the walls, holding candles that dripped wax ominously onto the floor.
She stepped forward cautiously, each step a struggle and each bringing her closer to the entrance of the castle. As she neared she found seaweed swaying in the moat and shadows flickering among the fronds. She dreaded the first step onto the bridge, but take it she did. She continued slowly and cautiously, but halfway across the drawbridge began to crumble and she was forced into a sprint. It felt like she couldn't run fast enough, as if there was something holding her back. The bridge fell under her as she hung onto the edge of the castles hall, pulling herself up inch by inch with moat below threatening to swallow her up and the shadows within becoming excited.
She dragged herself onto the cold stone and gazed down the hall. The hall seemed to sway, though whether this was the truth or an optical illusion Rosalind didn't know. The walls seemed to writhe with anger and sounds emanated from within of fights long ago, the clanging of swords and the clink of armor echoing faintly in the back of her brain.
She continued her journey, but she could hear the claws of a beast scrape against the ground in the rooms lining the hallway. Tempted as the was to fight it, the dim lighting of the rooms was not in her favor and she hoped the beast would eventually leave her alone. Even so, the scraping was disconcerting and worried Rosalind to no end.
At the end of the long hallway a spiral staircase rose up in stone leading to the top of a tower. She didn't want to climb the stairs, but this was her quest and she couldn't get back across the moat anyway. The stairs were lit with more candles, and wax trickled down the stairs in a hardened trail.
As she got to the top she saw that the tower had a window, though it was barred up as if the tower in it's prime were a prison. Bones were scattered across the floor, mostly mice and other rodents. She turned to face the stairs but a shadow stopped her. It was big and furry and climbing up the stairs.
Rosalind turned and rushed towards the window in slow motion, struggling to remove bars that wouldn't budge. She drew her dagger as she turned around and waited for the creature to finish it's ascent. It clambered onto the top and immediately launched itself at Rosalind. She held her dagger out preparing for what was to come but someone...
someone was calling her...
Rosalind awoke screaming and shot upward, coming face to face with a startled street urchin.
"I-I heard you having a nightmare and I... well I thought I'd... help? You're going on the quest aren't you? To save us from the monsters right? Oh I hope so, I really do. They... they got my family."
Rosalind just stared. She didn't want to go, she didn't want to go at all. She felt the nightmare was a warning, an omen maybe.
But... she couldn't say no to the young orphan could she? He'd lost everything and had been kicked out onto the streets. She peered around, and at the barn door there were two even younger kalons peeking in. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch to assume the same had happened to them, and though every fiber of her being was telling her not to go... she didn't have a choice.
"Yes, I am going on the quest." The children's eyes grew wide, and the one that woke her up broke into a smile and his eyes twinkled in the dim light of the barn.
"Oh thank you, you have no idea how much this means to us." He began to unlatch his cloak to drape it around Rosalind, "Here, take this, remember us."
"Oh, I couldn't. This is yours and you've lost everything. It wouldn't be fair." Rosalind moved to remove the cloak, but the young boy merely fastened it around Rosalind's neck.
"I insist. You're doing this for us this is the least we can do for you."
Rosalind began to untie the satchel from around her waist. It carried the few gems she had left, twelve at most, and offered them to the young boy, "Please, at least take these. Perhaps you could buy a new cloak for yourself with it, or food maybe, but you must. It's not much, but I hope it will help."
The boy's eyes grew wide and he took the bag gratefully, bowing his head and thanking her far more than necessary before bounding out of the barn and pulling the two young kits close to his side. Rosalind lay back down. The cloak, though warm, was far too small for her but it didn't matter. It would give her courage, and it would carry her through the quest ahead. [999/1000]
