The Trials and Tribulations of Sharns choices in life

[Logar]

Roleplay from Sharn

The cart came to a halt. Sharn, still bound and hooded could hear the sound of bustling activity outside. Although the Judge of Swordfell had authorised her early release from the prisons, she was kept blind and taken to an unkown location.

"Ere is where we drop you off young lady" one of her captors spoke into her ear, "Go off and be a good girl now, wont ya. May this be a lesson to ya 'your highness' HAha!"

With that, Sharns captor rolled her out of the back of the cart, forcing her to drop upon the dusty road with a painful thud. Still hooded and curled up on the floor, she heard the cart pull away with the sound of her captors laugh fading into the distance.
Moments later, the scraping sound of footsteps approached. The hood ripped from her head and Sharn looked up to see a scruffy peasant lady with straggly gray hair looking down at her inquisitively.
Now studying her surroundings, Sharn was relieved to see that she had been returned back to the Capital of Unterstom, as she lay in the central square.

"You been in prison avn't ya m'love?" The peasant lady spoke, "They always take the effort to bring yer back here. Dunno why, it be a mystery to me"

[Logar]

Leaving the city, Sharn begins her travels--destination:Her desert
Her journey wasn't trouble-free....

Roleplay from Sharn

Sharn spoke to several strangers in Shyussei, but all answers were the same--There were no primitive rooms present anywhere in the region.
Damn these foul Eastern lands! Another night in the flithy tent I spose. Oh how I long the the comfort of my manor.

Roleplay from Glacia

A tiny figure stood trembling, shouting for help as she looked down the hill at the undead glowing red in the twilight. She had fought hard and managed to evade them because she was unnaturally small and had rolled through their swinging limbs like a lamb escaping slaughter. Tying her blonde hair stained red away from her face, she then screamed and ran for cover. She needed rest and no time to pitch her tent, she tucked into a hollow stump to wait.

Roleplay from Sharn

Whilst muttering curses under her breath at her recent misfortunes, Sharn relunctantly began unpacking her tent to rest for the night. As she opened her rucksack, screams could be heard through the trees nearby. Swiftly ducking out of sight, Sharn peered into the woods from behind a bush. A faint red glow could be seen from deep within. She recognised the familiar sound of unnatural groans beneath the sounds of female screams. Undead! she cursed, I wont be sleeping anytime soon.
She drew her blade then cautiously proceded towards to commotion.

Catching up with the rampaging group, Sharn could see there quarry in the distance--A young female.
Now angry! Sharn charged into the group from behind and began slashing down the unsuspecting foes. Her blade took on the energy of her anger within; and seemingly with a life of its own; hacked down every last one with a cascade of synchronised swings.

A few silver coins were found upon the body of one undead, but nothing more interesting could be found. Sharn stood up, looked around for the girl Vanished!
She turned around to return to her resting spot, and froze!
Standing ahead of her--not more than 20 paces--a larger mob of undead, watching with their evil gaze. Tired from the last battle, she knew she was done.
"LOOK!" she shouted, pointing behind the mob. The mob were fooled for a moment. Upon returning their gaze, Sharn was gone, running for her life...again.

Roleplay from Sharn

Now resting after her last battle with a horde of beasts, Sharn sat on a fallen trunk and stared at the glass vial in her palm. The need to find a resolution to her recent string of bad luck, she had sought the temple of the 'Bloodmoon' during her short stay in the Capital. Concluding her sermon, she now understood the true qualities of the Bloodmoon faith and now felt a closer connection to her Brother Logar. And now was gifted with her very own vial containing the sacred juice of the Bloodmoon.

Fumbling through her pack, she found a silver chain, obtained during a past hunting expedition. Threaded the vial on the chain and clasped it around her neck.
Now rested, she picked up her pack and began her walk to find a suitable site for camp.

[Logar]

Finally approching the borders of the desert, Sharn already knew what she would find. But she was insistant that she would overcome the problem one way or another....

Roleplay from Sharn

Sharn stood once more on the edge of the vast canyon that had previously dashed her hopes of leaving the desert--This time though, she was on the other side.
She could see the very spot where she had stood, frustrated, before stomping off like a scourned child back into the desert back to her secluded manor. A little further into the distance stood the rocky outcrop, adorned with the many caves, one of which had provided shelter during an unexpected sand storm.
Again though, Sharn could see no safe route across the expanse. There must be a way dammit! she cursed.

There is always a way... came a voice from somewhere in the depths of her mind.