A Sage's Lament (Solo)
Apr 6, 2024 20:44:38 GMT -6
Post by Mila on Apr 6, 2024 20:44:38 GMT -6
Mila was depressed. She was able to finish her last job, but the whole experience left a bitter taste in her mouth. It was cool that she was able to record in her notes the discovery of a potentially “new” monster. But, all her physical evidence of said monster was left behind in a forest in the middle of nowhere. The psychological evidence of said monster would stick with her for as long as she live
“Gods.. I swear I can still hear her screaming.” Mila muttered to herself as she walked down a barren path.
“The village too.. All those people.. Then the fire started..” Mila shook her head. The Mage did everything she could to keep as many undead away from the fleeing villagers as she could. The survivors blamed her for their misfortune. And they were kinda right, which made the depression worse. At least she was able to make it out of the whole ordeal with her life.
“As if I needed more trauma in my life!” Mila yelled as she promptly kicked a rock. The rock skittered down the path and into the grass. Mila sighed and kept walking. She had a sense of where she needed to go. Her original quest to go to Nabata to resolve the issues of her past would need to be put on hold. She needed to return to Veritas in Ryerde. The trip back to Ryerde would take weeks if not months. She didn’t have the benefit of a caravan, wagon, or mount. She had to make this journey alone, on foot, and surrounded by unlimited dangers. Her money was low, so even if she managed to make it to a city or town that can provide her with a mount, or ride, she had no means to pay them.
The sage was covered in a well worn, dirty, and moss covered traveler’s cloak. She kept her hood up and tightened at all times. Her pet elemental was secured firmly onto her hip. The little lightning elemental sat in its glass jar with its little arms crossed over its tiny body. Ever since the incident Mila barely paid it any attention, and the little creature was bored.
Mila wasn’t paying much attention to anything. Her mental health was shot, her nights were sleepless, and her meals were meager. What sleep she did get was when she passed out from sheer exhaustion on the road. And even then it would be riddled with nightmares which would force her to wake up and continue walking.
The little lightning elemental started to spark and zap. The little lightning elemental wasn’t doing it consciously, it was merely reacting to the change in weather. There were storm clouds gathering above them. Mila didn’t even notice. She only noticed the change in weather once the first rumblings of thunder started, and by then she was already drenched in rain. The Sage hated thunderstorms. But, by this point she was so tired of everything that she didn’t even react in her usual fashion. Much to the disappointment of her little lightning ball. The ball of lightning knew it’s master hated storms, and it was looking forward to watching Mila panic.
The sage stopped in her tracks. She grabbed her Flora tome, some large sticks, and fashioned a small tent with her cloak. She then used her Flora magic to have plants and vines crawl up onto the sticks and cloak. The plants would provide some extra stability, and the moss, leaves, and other plant material would provide some additional waterproofing. She then crawled into the one man tent and hunkered down.
“Gods.. I swear I can still hear her screaming.” Mila muttered to herself as she walked down a barren path.
“The village too.. All those people.. Then the fire started..” Mila shook her head. The Mage did everything she could to keep as many undead away from the fleeing villagers as she could. The survivors blamed her for their misfortune. And they were kinda right, which made the depression worse. At least she was able to make it out of the whole ordeal with her life.
“As if I needed more trauma in my life!” Mila yelled as she promptly kicked a rock. The rock skittered down the path and into the grass. Mila sighed and kept walking. She had a sense of where she needed to go. Her original quest to go to Nabata to resolve the issues of her past would need to be put on hold. She needed to return to Veritas in Ryerde. The trip back to Ryerde would take weeks if not months. She didn’t have the benefit of a caravan, wagon, or mount. She had to make this journey alone, on foot, and surrounded by unlimited dangers. Her money was low, so even if she managed to make it to a city or town that can provide her with a mount, or ride, she had no means to pay them.
The sage was covered in a well worn, dirty, and moss covered traveler’s cloak. She kept her hood up and tightened at all times. Her pet elemental was secured firmly onto her hip. The little lightning elemental sat in its glass jar with its little arms crossed over its tiny body. Ever since the incident Mila barely paid it any attention, and the little creature was bored.
Mila wasn’t paying much attention to anything. Her mental health was shot, her nights were sleepless, and her meals were meager. What sleep she did get was when she passed out from sheer exhaustion on the road. And even then it would be riddled with nightmares which would force her to wake up and continue walking.
The little lightning elemental started to spark and zap. The little lightning elemental wasn’t doing it consciously, it was merely reacting to the change in weather. There were storm clouds gathering above them. Mila didn’t even notice. She only noticed the change in weather once the first rumblings of thunder started, and by then she was already drenched in rain. The Sage hated thunderstorms. But, by this point she was so tired of everything that she didn’t even react in her usual fashion. Much to the disappointment of her little lightning ball. The ball of lightning knew it’s master hated storms, and it was looking forward to watching Mila panic.
The sage stopped in her tracks. She grabbed her Flora tome, some large sticks, and fashioned a small tent with her cloak. She then used her Flora magic to have plants and vines crawl up onto the sticks and cloak. The plants would provide some extra stability, and the moss, leaves, and other plant material would provide some additional waterproofing. She then crawled into the one man tent and hunkered down.