RPG Archives Maelstrom of Fate - Dissapointment

Evelyn ran her hands over the large book of fairy tales on her lap. It had been over 2 years since she had been sent out of here, and she was still worse off than if she had married who she had been promissed to. It was hard as it was surviving by herself but when she kept reminding herself that everyone had their own prince charming and all she had was herself. She started to cry but she pushed her tears back. She heard footsteps behind her...

 

Tawl was on his last strings of life. Blood spotted his leather armor as he limped on in the forest, his sword sheath forced to act as a walking stick as he trudged across the dirt, muddy from the rain above. He shivered, some of the unwelcome, cold, biting moisture still on him. Though he had made a good shelter, it had not helped him against this torrent of water. He trudged on, pain stabbing him in dozens of places. As memories attacked him inside. Fallen knight, traitor, backstabber he was, but he knew, and only he would know, that he was framed. And the one who had framed him, of course... but he had been killed, as he heard. He sighed, looking to the worn crest on his arm. No matter how much it had been scraped, the crest, burnt into his skin as a sign of initiation, had never come off. He moved on, his eyes now seeing a hazy fog, towards a brown shape that did not look of trees..

 

Evelyn turned around on the stump she was sitting on. Through the haze she could see a shadow coming at her at a steady pace. Evelyn started to pick the skin that was starting to peel from the sun. Evelyn was quiet as she was but she had not spoken for over a year already, and as she tried to tell the creature to go away all she could hear is a rasping sound.

 

Tawl proceeded to hear words of fear, beckoning, perhaps, for him to turn away. But he could not - he had only the energy to trudge on, and even that energy was withering, slowing withering away. His past memories blasting him with endless fervor - the loss of his family on a futile promise, his zeal to knighthood because of that promise, and the present. He fell.

 

Evelyn saw the 'thing' falling. She quickly ran into the mist hiding behind a tree to make sure she wouldn't be hurt by the 'thing'

 

The 'thing', which is a human in tattered armor, doesn't move.

 

Evelyn knew it was common courtesy and set from her childhood she ran up to the thing. She could tell he wasnt moving and she attempted to remove some of his armor. She removed his helmet and she gasped in pure shock.

 

The 'thing's head was almost completely covered by blood - his hair matted with blood, almost all red, though you can see a handsome gold hue coming from underneath. His face was likewise colored crimson, aside from where it has caught dirt and dust. You can see the wounds, even beyond the blood - they have scabbed, and the scabs have broken many times, and have been remade just as many times. This one had travelled too far with these wounds.

 

Evelyn was worried, she had to be careful with the thing's head. She slowly removed the helmet revealing the young man's face under it. Evelyn slowly used her dress to slowly wipe the face of the man, making sure to avoid the major wounds on his face. She slowly saw his handsome young face, and taken a bit back. She ran her hands over his face. She had not seen another man for over 2 years. Evelyn did not know what she was doing but before she could stop herself she kissed the man.

 

The man did not stir at the cleaning, neither did he stir at the kiss. You can tell that he is breathing, and is alive, but he seems to be quite out of it. His wounds on the face, consisting of two large gashes, can now be clearly seen, the blood around it being cleaned off. Yet, if he had those wounds just on his face...