| 1st cycle Melora of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV Post Fractum. |
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How long has he gone he thought as he kept moving one foot after the other. He felt so tired and sore from the trip who knew the Carmelyan Hinterlands would be so hard to get to.
So many thoughts went on in his head, who he was, why he did what he did. What he wanted from life. He learned a bit more of himself each darkening alone in the wild, his staff walking along with him as he put more and more weight each step.
He heard a rumour long ago that this place held a wishing well, he was hoping it could help him find a purpose in life, at times he felt like an empty shell just living to live with no fire or passion.
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Posting: This week hates me, sick, death in the family. (close friend's family)
You’re weak. When a weakling enters enemy territory, they call that suicide. To save someone, you’ve gotta grow up. Don’t use other people as an excuse to die