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She displayed her kindness through raising animals and taking them as companions. She learned many things just sensing the world around her, which brought her to other villages that she explored but there was nothing that suited her better than wandering lustfully through the white birches in fall or dancing through the grass in the meadows. There was something about villages she didn't like. It may have been the smell or the gruff voices talking in hushed tones which made her uncomfortable. They were usually rumors of bad news. Misfortune was the only thing anyone could talk about it seemed and Ssaprina didn't care for it. Prina had a habit of believing that if she didn't want to be involved in something than she didn't have to be. The only things relevant to her were the things she made important. Yet as often as she tried to push the forsaking voices from her head some conversations just seemed to stay with her. One particular day and older gnome gentleman was grumbling about the Druid class. Words rang in her ears, phrases from his log winded speech about the class that imposed their peace on everyone else. In this region it was uncommon to find anything other than lawful or good Druids. | She displayed her kindness through raising animals and taking them as companions. She learned many things just sensing the world around her, which brought her to other villages that she explored but there was nothing that suited her better than wandering lustfully through the white birches in fall or dancing through the grass in the meadows. There was something about villages she didn't like. It may have been the smell or the gruff voices talking in hushed tones which made her uncomfortable. They were usually rumors of bad news. Misfortune was the only thing anyone could talk about it seemed and Ssaprina didn't care for it. Prina had a habit of believing that if she didn't want to be involved in something than she didn't have to be. The only things relevant to her were the things she made important. Yet as often as she tried to push the forsaking voices from her head some conversations just seemed to stay with her. One particular day and older gnome gentleman was grumbling about the Druid class. Words rang in her ears, phrases from his log winded speech about the class that imposed their peace on everyone else. In this region it was uncommon to find anything other than lawful or good Druids. | ||
"Gonna get 'em in trouble one day" he chortled as he continued to speak of rumors of a village of Druids planning to chase a coven of | "Gonna get 'em in trouble one day" he chortled as he continued to speak of rumors of a village of Druids planning to chase a coven of vampires out of the region | ||
She knew that her family would never force anyone to do anything even if it was in the name of something good and it bothered her to know that this is something people assumed. She gave it another moment of thought and tossed it aside altogether resolving that it didn't have to be any of her business.She stayed in the village that night and assisted a local inn keeper as security in exchange for a meal or two. When the sun peeked above the horizon she decided to continue on her short journey. With a meal and a couple pieces of gold from the inn keeper she strolled serenely in the direction of the forest, happy to be among the sweet scent of the earth. As she approached the edge of town she startled to the proximity of a voice whose message that seemed to be for her sent shivers down her spine. It whispered in a hiss, solemn and low. | She knew that her family would never force anyone to do anything even if it was in the name of something good and it bothered her to know that this is something people assumed. She gave it another moment of thought and tossed it aside altogether resolving that it didn't have to be any of her business.She stayed in the village that night and assisted a local inn keeper as security in exchange for a meal or two. When the sun peeked above the horizon she decided to continue on her short journey. With a meal and a couple pieces of gold from the inn keeper she strolled serenely in the direction of the forest, happy to be among the sweet scent of the earth. As she approached the edge of town she startled to the proximity of a voice whose message that seemed to be for her sent shivers down her spine. It whispered in a hiss, solemn and low. | ||
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Three days passed and morning was just about to come as she reached the woods she knew as her own back yard, yet something felt different. The wind blew and the trees shuddered. This wind did not sound like the lighthearted breeze she knew. It sounded a hollow cry as if it were searching for someone it had lost a lifetime ago. Never having felt anything like it she didn't know how to respond to the dread she felt in her heart. She didn't know what to call it. She just stepped forward, pace by pace. | Three days passed and morning was just about to come as she reached the woods she knew as her own back yard, yet something felt different. The wind blew and the trees shuddered. This wind did not sound like the lighthearted breeze she knew. It sounded a hollow cry as if it were searching for someone it had lost a lifetime ago. Never having felt anything like it she didn't know how to respond to the dread she felt in her heart. She didn't know what to call it. She just stepped forward, pace by pace. | ||
When she reached the ashes where once stood a proud village she stared blankly ahead and trudged through the dust. She called once for a response and none came. It wasn't until her eyes followed a flurry of white ash that she rested upon a blackened figure spread upon the ground. A ring slid off its bony finger, she recognized it as a gift she had given this beloved friend so many years so. She dropped to her knees and wailed at the pain that dug its fiery claws through her heart and sent its vicious poison searing through every capillary. It paralyzed her so that she never registered the hisses low and solemn until it was far, far too late. Ssaprina was kept far under the earth by a | When she reached the ashes where once stood a proud village she stared blankly ahead and trudged through the dust. She called once for a response and none came. It wasn't until her eyes followed a flurry of white ash that she rested upon a blackened figure spread upon the ground. A ring slid off its bony finger, she recognized it as a gift she had given this beloved friend so many years so. She dropped to her knees and wailed at the pain that dug its fiery claws through her heart and sent its vicious poison searing through every capillary. It paralyzed her so that she never registered the hisses low and solemn until it was far, far too late. Ssaprina was kept far under the earth by a vampire coven seeking to avenge the familiars they lost. They wiped her memory as blank as the slate of the walls that would become her home for the next 23 years. She was forced to read book after scroll after document. Ssaprina was to be used as sort of a tracking animal when she was well skilled enough and able to find the rest of the Druid elves in the region. She spent her years in the dark and cold knowing nothing else. As she read and learned image started appearing from the scrolls. When she read about the meadows she could feel the softness underfoot although she knew it was cold stone. When she read about the summer she felt a gust of warm air where there would usually be cold. in her books they taught her about the elves and how they were destroyers and murderers and yet when they described the tall and slender beings with pointed ears she saw a village under a blue sky and two people so beautiful they couldn't have been real. She felt a lightness in her heart and her soul lifted. | ||
She read and read and in the darkness the only thing that keeping her alive was the light around her heart that was illuminated by hope that these visions were something more than just dreams. It was her destiny. | She read and read and in the darkness the only thing that keeping her alive was the light around her heart that was illuminated by hope that these visions were something more than just dreams. It was her destiny. | ||
