horrible
04-28-2019, 09:11 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-28-2019, 09:12 PM by Riva.)
It was rare for the young healer to make her way to the battlefield. She hadn't considering doing so until near the end, and she bustled into the arena now to see it full of strangers. She wasn’t sure she had ever seen so many people in once place before, and her eyes flickered to and fro as she glanced with curiosity upon them. She wondered at the sum of knowledge that could be found here, amongst the collective mind of strangers. Imagine, for a moment, imagine a gathering like this, brought together with the desire to learn, instead of to harm. This fancy fled her thoughts as her eyes fell upon Hannibal, the handsome white knight bloodied, locked into battle with another man, a stranger to her. She fretted as she watched the tail end of this conflict. Concerned, the young healer seated herself not far from the fighters, her herb sachet held close to her battle. She was anxious to offer her aid, to help her friend or his adversary. As much as she wanted to prioritise the albino knight, her ideals wouldn’t allow her to do so. She would help whichever one needed it the most. |
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