Author Topic: The Trials and Tribulations of Sharns choices in life  (Read 5059 times)

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Roleplay from Sharn

The chill of the evening breeze woke Sharn from her dream--She had dreamt of that disturbing night; the night the blade of Mo Gene had embedded itself within her side. She had heard rumours of his execution, which put a smile on her face. Her only regret was not finding the opportunity to execute him with her own hands.

She packed her tent, picked up her heavy burden and began the tiresome march over rolling dunes, under the silver glare of a full moon.
She walked long into the night, up and down, up and down--tiresome, repetative, mindnumbing. She had sipped the last drop of water from her canteen, not ten minutes ago, yet she tried for more. The dark shadow of the outcrop, silhouetted againtst the night sky grew too slowly.

Although the sun was down, the air was still dry. The temperature was cooler that day, yet continued to leech moisture from the skin.
After another hour of dragging sand with her tired feet, Sharn began to feel light-headed. Excessively dehydrated, she wanted to lay down and sleep. When she reached the peak of yet another dune, she stopped briefly. She decided the outcrop was still yet another 4 hours travel.
I cannot make it! she despaired
It was then, when something caught her attention. previously, the view being obscured by the dune she now stood, she saw the shadow of a building in the distance, set within an estate within a boundry of stone walls.
Abandoned by the looks of it, she thought.

Sharn picked herself up and began her journey towards the estate using the energy gained from the adrenalin rush of her renewed hope.
"...Together We Stand, Divided We Fall!..." -- 'Hey You', Pink Floyd