The Road We Travel

[Viochemist 664]

As the ashes of what's left of the Qalasheen woman's manor blow away in the wind; she couldn't help but turn her head to see the people

of which her hands have healed for numerous years, suffering in the depths of this tempestuous war.

 

 

 

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War. The eternal enemy of the mortal races. No plague, no cataclysm, no monsters of both lowly and immortal origin had ever wrought more harm to all the descendant civilizations, and in

 

many a way, undeservedly so. No earthquake hanged deserters, no flood brought dozens of orphans and widows, no hurricane smashed down cultures and suppressed thoughts.

 

Vandorians knew it well. Some would say, they welcomed death like an old friend, who's been long on his way to their hearth. The creeping suspicion that their lives were drawing near it's 

 

end. A shade swept from the Grand Kingdom of Urguan and crept it's way from Ard Ghorrock across the land until not even a single beam of light was left to befall those that stood defiant.

 

With Orvar clansmen facing reprisal of those they once proudly called their lords and brothers in arms, with the once proud Qali growing weary and sorrowed, in understanding that, while 

 

they'd pray for peace, no offer would be made that would not involve bloodshed and humiliation, with boastful and loyal Dunamis put into danger with every treaty, with the self-sufficient

 

Sutica, a pearl of once great union, assailed at all sides by ghouls and maraduers alike.

 

With each step she takes on this dirt road; breathing in the crisp oxygen of the Caliphate's night air, the Head Jaraah, Lady Kale de Sevanes feels helpless

that so many of her people perish in these profound times. She listens to the cries that are heard from a nation of people who only wish for these horrors to cease.

 

 

With her very own men and women of Saivanais lamenting the passage of a place they boldly called home for years now, Kale could hardly remember the smiling faces she'd see on the 

 

streets of Al Wakrah. Shortages in food and resources, turned into war materiel, took their own toll on the spirits and hearts of men, women and children alike, and just as sweets, wine and 

 

toys left the dining halls, so did the comfort of living, driving another dagger into an already agonized heart of happiness. And so began the final act of this tragedy, personae listed

 

in the minds of all.

 

A measly tear slips away from her eyes and down her chestnut-brown cheeks as she continues to walk with her head high.

Kale would have only wondered, where does that road, this road that she walks upon, leads them.

 

[Guy d'Yood of Mann 39]

As the days pass and days grow ever longer, greeniest Jundi of them all was still happily working on a new, more defensible home their enclave had in mind. Looking across faces both familiar and not in the slightest, Hadrian would begin a quiet chant, a verse straight from the Askavar, voice crackling with wear, sacred words carried across the dusty air.

"Atyaachaar ke khilaaph, koee aatmasamarpan nahin kiya ja sakata."

[Aquilius_Flavius 10]

The counter holds three items: a rucksack, mail armor, and a sword. William looks between them, remembering the moments that the items had been his friend and ally. His rucksack: entering the world as a nomad, wondering from settlement to settlement. The mail: defending his last home, Hiraeth, against hosts of raiders, monsters, and assassins. The blade: his one true ally from the beginning; his only constant in life. 

 

Will's hand stuffs the mail into the rucksack. He takes the rucksack and throws it into a corner of the cramped room he lives in. William takes the sword, unsheathes it, and says "I'm getting too old for this..." He sheathes the sword, putting it on his belt. He goes to the front door and opens it, starting his careful walk to the city's library... To do, who knows?

[Bvie 1754]

26 minutes ago, crazyviolinist said:

 

 

Sutica, a pearl of once great union, assailed at all sides by ghouls and maraduers alike.

 

 

 

"Them crazy people smoking that cactus green stuff again." Lilyana says as she watches the children hop and skip throughout the town, event planners prepare for Gardening contests, and merchants make treks to and fro to sell goods. "We've had less violence now than before the war, and most the violence came from the Kha anyway!"

[KarmaDelta 969]

1 hour ago, SquirtGun said:

 

"Them crazy people smoking that cactus green stuff again." Lilyana says as she watches the children hop and skip throughout the town, event planners prepare for Gardening contests, and merchants make treks to and fro to sell goods. "We've had less violence now than before the war, and most the violence came from the Kha anyway!"

 

"Surproisin' teh Kha can duh anehfin ot'a dan squa' uhn ot'a people's lan's....", remarks Durack

[NicktheRed20 215]

Nicolas would be drinking from his mug of ale as the thought of Kale crosses his mind " I wonder how she's doing nowadays" He brings the mug back to his lips, taking a small sip of the remaining beverage. "I wonder where Tak is too. I pray he didn't stay in Sutica." He chuckles to himself before going back to finish his ale 

[jjujack 20]

*Carver ilianos would be sitting on a swing in the caliphate when he mutters.* "Mum would be good at this job" as he goes off in search of Kale

[ℤ∃ʁ∅ 823]

 

Neero sits on the fountain of the Al Wakrah , in deep thought. As the day passes, he spent some of his time with Kale in a deep talk on war and the future. He looks down to the ground , only the sounds of the water from the fountain, echoing around him. The sounds of the foot steps from people passing by him, he stares in a trance of pure thought. 

 

 

"With all of this war..all this wasted time.. lives..effort... pain... for what..? " he ask within his own mind.

 

"Are we all distracted within each others own affairs to kill one another.. to see what's the big picture..? "

 

He looks up to the sky, pondering the thoughts. 

"Which side is actually right..? Is Oren any different from the others in this war.. besides race even... ? " 

 

He closes his eyes with a deep breathe.

"Are we actually better than them..? No one is actually perfect in this war.. both have used low tactics to try to sway.. the other side.. "

 

Neero lets out a sigh, slowly opening his eyes as he looks down to the ground. 

 

"Will this war ever end..? If so.. for how long.. All we want is peace.. and happiness at least to hold the families and ones we hold dear.." 

 

The man continues to ponder in doubts of war and peace, he mutters under his breathe before going silent. 

"Maybe this is the price of freedom.."

[Rudi 1747]

Nikolai would stop from his work, to spend a thought on his dear friend words "..We aren't compatible to live in harmony, we all secretly love the conflict. Some find their reliefe in fights, others in debates.." he would sigh to his own words, returning back to precislely slice up the chest of human with dark tanned skin.

[whiteferrarii 123]

The river lord would exhale deeply, his gaze lowered to the earthy ground. He strolls through his riverlands, his youthful children playing about him. Never would he be the same again.

"The war has taken all those I cherish dearly." 

Jory nods solemnly, taking a small step down the low slope that moves downward toward the bank of the Vandorian River.

"Rendon, Emery, Rodrik. Joanna, and Jacob."

Jory takes yet another step, the water sloshing up about his heels.

"I cannot take joy in the conclusion of the war. There will only be more. More to claim the lives of the innocent. More to steal away our children and beloved."

The river lord's daughters call for him, yet he does not respond, not to them anyway.

"We must band together to implement peace. I will find you, Lady Kale. I will lend you all my aid, all my service, all my pride and diligence. We will work toward bettering the peace of our realm."

Ser Jory Marbrand pauses within the gentle waters of the river, it rising up about his waist. He inhales sharply, taking an abrupt turn in his train of thought.

"I must be here when the new war arrives. I must be here to assist and protect my people, my children, my family, and Lady Kale."

Jory turns on his heels, ascending forth from the waters to take his children into a warm, and fatherly embrace.

 

[tilly 5115]

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