Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Jul 13, 2015 11:37:07 GMT -6
With an excursion into the mountains flailing naturally due to the fragmented goals and pursuits of the rag-tag defenders, the villagers were forced out of their homes to move towards army-protected towns further north. They knew they were to return one day, but such tragedy left a gaping wound in their hearts and their coinpurses as they had to find new means of surviving.
Synkkis had accompanied the villagers, also fraught with despair as through the days ahead it seemed more and more sightings were an omen of an impending doom for the village. No one stuck around to find out. Night was fraught with peril when no one could sleep - fearing for the worst.
The hardy villagers were accustomed to the cold weather, but crossing the peaks were as usual biting with the wind chill and sun-blindness almost caused some unrecoverable falls. With the spirits watching over them, the villagers were able to safely make their way back. Sunken eyes and gaunt features ailed them as the stress was nearly too much for most.
News of the encroaching front were dire to the rest of Ilia, but with the stresses of the Bernese front and the movements of the Etrurians to the West, there was no help to give. These survivors were a drop in the bucket of refugees and those with loved ones lost. If they were ever to return home, more blood would have to be shed from a nation already bled white as the snow in which they stood.
[THREAD END]
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