Author Topic: The Trials and Tribulations of Sharns choices in life  (Read 5065 times)

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Roleplay from Sharn

The return journey back to Sharns manorhouse was an arduous one. The howling gusts of a sand storm came in fast, and forced her to seek refuge in one of the many caves which frequented the base of the rocky outcrop. For a whole night and day she took shelter before setting out again into the night.

The journey was uninteresting--monotonous. Along the way Sharn spotted some remnants of recent monster and undead activity, but nothing to cause her much concern. I musn't allow myself to become to complacent though, she reminded herself.

Now back at her manor, she placed her pack down beside here camping corner and renourished herself with some salted ham and a pickled onion.
Upon completing her feast she let out a gently sigh--a sigh of relief, not of despair she realised.
Requiring some time of contemplation, Sharn to a stroll to the East Wing and sought a room she had discovered during her first exploration of her half-ruined palace.
This particular room appealed to her greatly; it was clearly once occupied by a female, possibly the original Dame of the estate. All around were female things: trinkets, silver jewelry and general ornaments above the now extinguished fireplace. A quaint and rather cute looking desk was positioned by the window. Mounted upon it was a mirror, cracked but nonetheless intact; The dust wiped clean with a rag; revealing a beautifully young woman staring back, brown almond eyes and locks of Auburn hair flowed past her shoulders. Sharn smiled, it was a rare occasion for her to stare at oneself in a mirror, and she was pleased that she had still not lost her air of youth to the traumas that invade her life.

She took off her cloak and slipped into a fine gown that had been left in a pile by the previous occupants; seemingly in their rush to escape the region. The gown was red, of good quality velvet and lined with fine silks. The bodice was of a satin cloth and adorned with pearls, beads and gold threads. Without the assistance of a maid, she pulled the lace tight giving her a finely shaped waistline and tied it as best as she could. She was a Queen.
Sharn the Sandwalker, Queen of the desert!
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