Sickness

Withering in the Autumn

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Odwena was put on strict bed-rest after her collapse. The doctor could not find a source of her illness, save but deeming it an infection of her lungs. She was not to overexert herself as the doctor did his best to find treatment.

From Spring comes Winter

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The tales of Odelynne's journey from her mother's illness and death to her flight from Rohan, and beyond.

Medicine for Arissa

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"Ma? I'm sorry to wake you up. Open your eyes for me?"

Arissa Sweetwater's dark eyes opened slowly to the dim light of the room, provided by a single rush light. The aging woman looked pale and exhausted, as if sleep had been no real comfort for her. Sera's scarred face came into view as she sat on the edge of the straw bed that they shared and it appeared that she was holding something.

A Small Bit of Hope

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Sera stepped quickly and quietly into the hovel she shared with her mother as the sun was beginning to descend down past the horizon, giving the sky an orange glow. Her mother, Arissa, was just where she left her earlier; lying mercifully asleep on her back under an old blanket in the only dilapidated wood and straw bed they owned. But she could see that her mother's sleep was anything but peaceful.

Undergrowth Of A Sickly Forest

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Through rustling leaves, whispering branches, creaking trees they walk, and few birds they hear. Thick is the undergrowth, and yet, a sickness seems to dwell inside, gnawing at the roots, reaching to the treetops. 

 

 

Northdowns: Wayward Ranger Pt. 4 Voices from the Shadow

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((edited RP log))

They sat together in silence as they ate, the low fire crackling and sending embers fluttering towards the low roof of the cave. Once Rowan was done, he leaned back against the thick fur cloak and closed his eyes though he did not sleep. “How is your family?” he asked companionably.

A Sickly Forest

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The air is thick. Tall are the trees, but frail and sickly. Their branches reach high, but a smothering darkness has almost wholly prevailed over the very life itself.

The company of elves is traveling in several small groups, trying to stay low-profile, moving by stealth through the forest.

Plague in Stangard - Stubborn Patients

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It was a heavy summer day, with clouds over the Eorlsmead brewing without any drop of rain. There was little people on streets of the village, only guards on towers and few patrols. Only rush happening was around the Foldewyn's halls, a Healers halls. Few healers were entering exiting the hall with buckets of water or armfuls of clothes, woods for fires or bags of herbs.

One of her Days

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'You remember Daegond?'

Undómion twitched, a bit more than usual due to his...changing state from the Dorwinion white, "How can I not..? I am slow to forget people who are insulting. But...I was in a bad state then."

Díllothwen smiled in an almost sinister way, "...Well, I might have...made his stomach feel 'normal'."

'Normal how?'

'Rotten food served in a feastly manner.'

Undómion appeared blank, and went still, 'You...' He appeared lost.

Dreaming a Dance through Time

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Time. Such a curious thing. The order of one thing happening after another. Why was it suddenly so confused for her? Sickness seemed to play such curious games with her. She liked games. I wonder how I can win this one? The man had said that she would get better. He had given her smiles and comfort. His tenderness a stark contrast to the horrors she had been through. But who was he? She could barely remember. He became so confused with the other people that ran around her tormented head.

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