Letter to the homefront
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We’ve finally made it to goddard. The path has been full of blood and sweat, but it was worth it. Now that we've arrived we'll be able to rest a bit and tend to our wounds.
The town appears deserted which was completely expected considering the amount of resistence we faced. Everywhere the streets are littered with emptyness and the distant echo of tortured souls fills the cold night air. I could have sworn I saw a young child crying in the allyway... But as I quickly approached it, it faded away.
I found a majestic earing buried in the earth beaten ground surrounding the main chapel. On the back was scratched three simple letters... L-e-o.
I could only imagine that it had belonged to a rare breed of honorable warriors that had stood their ground to the bitter end. As I sat there I could faintly sense the accursed energy that had once engulfed this now quite aura. The force of their blows and the screams of their pain rang through my head like a migrane in the eve of morning...
As I sat in the silence my ears perked to a distant commotion. It was coming from my right... I instinctively turned and spun on the lifeless soil under my feet. There was a light in the distance... Maybe the town wasn't completely deserted after all...
I came upon the flickering illuminescence outside of the magic shop and stopped shortly before the door. I trained my awareness to the top of my head and the middle of my forehead. I closed my eyes and began to attune to the vocal vibrations.
"Why yes honychile... I do see romance in your future... but you need to dump this buffalo you are currently seeing."
I knew that voice. The arpaggio's in her sweet harmonic tonations rang clear throughout my head like the sound of dinging a new level. My eyes grew large...
"WHITELEAF!" I shouted.
I burst trhough the open air and stood shocked at what I saw.
Eats the necromancer was sitting in front of her at a table strewen with tarot cards. Whiteleaf hasteily raised her thin delicate wrist and made a motion for me to shut up.
"My name is Ms. Cleo," she corrected me. "And If you'd like your fortune told you'll have to wait like everyone else.... My child...." ...she spoke the last few words through clenched teeth.
Eats turned to look at me and Whiteleaf scowled behind him.
"You're not a jamaican tarot reader?" he turned back and asked her.
"umm.. She's an elf eats..." I broke it to him gently.
WhiteLeaf dropped her head to the table with a petite thud and a deep sigh. Time was of the essence and I needed their help. I simply didn't have time for games like this...
"We've brought a small task foce north from Aden and could use the extra support." I informed them. "Next we're pushing to Rune Town and need a holy weapon to wade through the thick line of undead at death vally."
"Whatever..." WhiteLeaf agreed crossly speaking towards the floor. Her long tresses flanked her thin white ears as they reached endlessly towards the ground. Eats stood up and walked over next to me.
"I'm confused," he quitely spoke.
"I know eats... I know."
I patted him on the shoulder and decided to check on the rest of the troops... Next stop, Rune.
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