An Empty Sheet, A Forgotten Soul

[TheBareSheet 194]

Ara... continued to stumble along the thick trees. Blurry images flew past. She stretched her hands, touching the road ahead. She had forgotten.. those once clear images. She only remembers... the start of the blurry life... the start of darkness... the start of responsibility... One stumble, one rise. A promise kept her going. 

 

"Haelun! Maln! Come! Quickly! We're almost there!" She said breathlessly.

 

A light still shone in Ara...'s mind. She had to keep going. She had to keep going for her parents.

 

Perhaps she had not known, her parents... were only here in her imagination. 

((Also known as Schizophrenia))

 

 

She stumbles again. Was darkness her only companion?

 

Dirty.. Grime. Dirt.

 

Hungry.. The constant reminder by her rumbling stomach.

 

Tired.. Once stood tall, now bended over in weariness and exhaust.

 

She clung to the trees.

 

Once those trees seemed shady, seemed scary. Now?

 

Trunks thick and large.

 

Bark rough.

Like the hands of her father..

 

Shades the harsh light, shades the hard pellets of rain from the sky...

 

Her legs wobbled.

 

The frame of her skeleton, no muscle, no meat, only skin and bone.

 

"Haelun.. Maln.. Why don't we just take a rest?"

Without further ado, she collapsed.

 

Luckily leaning of the tree.

 

Her head slowly drooped as the tree seemed to hug her.

 

Her once blue eyes, now nearly grey, dimmed.

 

Jumbled imaged flew in her mind, yet unable to comprehend.

 

She seemed to remember. She seemed to not.

 

But if she did, she would know she was near Leumaelin Grove.

 

But she didn't..

 

All she did, was that she identified herself.. As Ara... something?

 

 

((Yay. Arahael is back. Please give assistance to poor Arahael over there! I'm going to camp for the next week and when I come back. Hopefully I can get playing! Just to clarify, indeed she is now schizophrenic and nearly blind. Once 85 pounds now reduced for 70. Link back to my departure thread - http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/87118-a-departure/))

[Stag 3234]

((70 pounds would mean death... Literal death for a high elf who is 6' to 6'5"...Same with 85. You would just be skin and bones.))

[TheBareSheet 194]

((70 pounds would mean death... Literal death for a high elf who is 6' to 6'5"...Same with 85. You would just be skin and bones.))

((Indeed. She would be close to. Since she did. if you calculated was missing for almost 2 years IRL))

[Samler 1566]

A tall blonde elf in fine mostly white robes with some blue on it happens to spot the poor elf, he gives a last glance to see if the one he was looking for is near but sighs as he is not, he strides closer to the deadly thin elf, glancing about out of a habit now, seeing as it's not the first time someone would assult him, he kneels down next to her with a frown, clearly not seeing who it's, he takes up his waterskin and speaks quietly with a somewhat gentle tone with some worry heared. "Do you need help?" 

[TheBareSheet 194]

Ara... would stay silent since she is asleep / unconscious. 

[Sporadic 2844]

Ellir skirts along the tree-kissed vistas of Malinor erratically, following the trail only barely. A vein of whimsy provokes her being with gratuitous energy. Birds were chirping and trees were swaying. The day was bright and innocent, like a silver maiden that has never encountered an Orc.

 

Carefree and adorned with a mischievous grin, she at first did not recognize the Mali'aheral that was one of her closest friends. She did not know it was Seth Calith hunched over an unconscious Mali'thill and only trying to help. Without context one may have believed one was witness to cold-blooded murder. Ellir was merry, but not stupid; not innocent enough to believe High Elves were not murdered in broad daylight by the wicked, the jealous and the spoiled.

 

She halted dead in her tracks. Her feet were surprised at the sudden stop, continued an offended two-step on the spot. "Go on then," a voice in her urged on. "The pure are in trouble, don't you dare walk away." But Krissa had a nose that liked spring flowers and staying out of other people's business, and the body can not follow where the nose will not go. Inner fear and turmoil sputtered and broiled like a cauldron over a brooding flame, until Larihei's fire vanquished instinct in a blaze of brazen initiative.

 

She spurted over, arms flailing to, rather unsuccessfully, look more intimidating than she was, all the while bellowing at the top of her voice.

 

"Lluman! Lluman ullran'ehya! nae heya'khel iyl'Mali'thill parera kente?"

[TheBareSheet 194]

Ara... is unconscious, and it is clearly shown that action would need to be taken. However it seems as if it must take it's place without her consent. It is an critical hour as she has spent a long time without proper food, liquid and sleep. If examined closely one would see multiple bruises, cuts and gashes. But most importantly, she is dehydrated, mal-nutrioned. And as a developing sickness, her myopia has worsened to the degree that she shall soon be blind.

 

 

((Hopefully someone will help my character. I shall give this post 24 hours. And if no one takes the appropriate action, well, thats then end of my character! Critical times!))

[Samler 1566]

Seth frowns as he does not even look back as he calls out to the one behind him. "Llir, it's fine you know mali'san, yet it does you little good here. If you wish to help, come closer." As he speaks he gently tries to give her a little water, moving a hand to the back of her head to make sure the water would be drinked. "Kae okar iylmali."

[TheBareSheet 194]

As the water trickles down Ara...'s throat, the body's automatic gag reflex works, there would be some weak spluttering but she would still remain unconscious.

[Sporadic 2844]

"Don't you command me you Orc-loving, throat-slitting thrice-cursed--" and then the tirade stops. Because a glimpse of recognition crept into Ellir's features. "Seth- Seth Calith. By Larihei's shimmering stole, I haven't seen you in-"

 

 

But Ellir shakes her head, as she realizes why she was there. She extends a hand towards the barely-breathing young Mali'aheral. "Who is she?" Ellir inquires. "What happened? Valah?" she takes the guess, because wariness has taken its residence in the mind of the veteran elf.

[Samler 1566]

Seth shrugs. "One can only guess." He shakes his head a little, giving a small glance to Ellir before back to Ara, he slings down his backbag on the ground and starts to look through it. "So llir, do you want to help?"

[Sporadic 2844]

"Heya? No, no absolutely not. You may not see me as dignified as I used to be but I am not helping you dispose of a body"

But Ellir soon catches up with herself and realizes Seth more honest intentions. A softened expression appears on her face, and she hunches down next to the unconscious and eviscerated girl. Her face, sullen as it is, is not reminiscent of anyone she knows. From experience, however, she can tell the woman is High Elven, and it is High Elves that Ellir offers aid without questions asked.

 

"How do we get her to the cihi?"

[Samler 1566]

Seth sighs. "We should start out by nursing her. Maybe should we even trust her to someone I know, for a time." He brings up some melone warped in paper. "She needs to eat something, then she is awake we shall try with something more solid." He unpacks the slices of water melone and hands Ellir a slice. "If she gets something to eat, she will last longer, we might be able to keep her from death in many years to come."

[Sporadic 2844]

"How do you propose I feed watermelon to a corpse?" Ellir asks the hand of Seth that is offering juicy (albeit questionable) fruit. "Look at her, she's not even chewing. Do you propose I just mash it down her throat and hope for the best?"

 

Ellir wears a muddy robe of purple, the Elven color of artists. She is ill equipped for emergency runs to the nearest river. The robe is sizable and has material to spare to serve as a makeshift bowl. Leaky (and uncomfortable) as such a bowl is, she runs back from the flowing water too fast and falls over the first time, splashing herself. The second run is slightly more successful, and the unconscious elf gets a full splash of water over her in a desperate attempt to wake her up.

 

She feels stupid the second she is done.

 

"Don't you dare!" Ellir shoots dangerously at Seth.

[Samler 1566]

Seth sighs. "Take the melone. Rip off small pieces. Carefully put it in her mouth." He says calmly. "If you do this I will find someone to help."