Jesuitical (Remos)

Not sure if this would be considered necroposting, it's on the first page of support. :/ Anyway, one wool into 2-4 string, as it's impossible for a lot of us to fight mobs.

A notice is pinned to the notice board in the Sanctuary. It reads: Young boy reported missing three nights ago. Alistair Elric is an unfortanute boy, having to house in the guest area of the Sanctuary. He has yet to return from his trip to the public farms nights ago. If you have any knowledge of his whereabouts, please pin a response to this notice immediately. Alistair pushed on through the wilds, despite the injuries he had sustained. The pair of skeleton archers had cornered him, he had no where to run. The skeletons rapidly started to shoot various types of arrows at Alistar, landing a hit with two poison arrows in his right leg. "I've still not made it to my family," he muttered to himself "I have to press on." So he continued on the journey to the North, in hopes of reaching his once home settlement. He just hoped he wasn't too late. Alistair had heard numerous accounts that small settlements in the North were being raided and burnt by rogue Orc bandits. He was skeptical, he wanted to see it with his own eyes. Even if it was true, he wanted to at least try to save his family and friends. Alistair had stumbled into a small cave, no bigger than a guest room in the Sanctuary. He couldn't afford to get attacked again, so he stayed in the cave for the night. He wasn't sure he would make it, the poison was making him very weak. Alistair grabbed a nearby rock and etched into the walls: Alistair Elric- Northern settlement of-- it had trailed off. Alistair lay weakened on the ground, the poison started to affect his muscles.. It was morning when Alistair had finally gotten up. Just barely, he had gotten to his feet. He proceeded to walk out of the cave, and continue to walk North. The snow was now knee-high, as if he had not had enough trouble walking already. He continued walking for a few hours, until he came up to a hill. He looked down, and there it was. His home settlement. Alistair started to walk down the hill, but soon after collapsed of both exhaustion and the poison wearing him down. He lay face first in the snow, beginning to lose all feeling, the frost overtaking his body. He had tried to scream for help. "Help...Help..I..." his voice slowly started to fade away. With one last look towards the settlement, it was then that Alistair had passed. Son, brother, friend. RIP Alistair Elric.