#redridge

[unteriors]

Mullers Road, Redridge, Queensland.

[pedroam-bang]

Tommy Lee Edwards - The Book Of Eli (2009)

[catisawells]

The Beginning

    Dark clouds rolled overhead and screams of terror echoed through the valley from the small village below their Estate. Redridge was under assault and the reports all clearly made the assailants to be Scourge. Not the militarized Forsaken, but a far more lethal and untamed force as though Icecrown itself had suddenly descended upon them. The Estate guard had mobilized and was doing what they could to reinforce their barriers while still assisting the townsfolk where they could. Her first priority was to get as many refugees as possible into the safety of the estate that had wards, walls, and soldiers to defend it.

    Everyone had been rushing around for hours, with no warning at all. It had started out just like any other normal day before the clouds rolled in and the screams of terror began. Since then Catisa had not ceased to direct the flow of staff members and guards wherever they lacked it. Constant running around and shouting took its toll, half a day passed and evening descended, though it looked no different than the daytime at this point. Fires illuminated the horizon, places where the scourge had broken through their ranks.

    “Miss Wells?” One of the chambermaids paused her bustling about to peer at the aspiring sorceress inquisitively, “Are you alright?”

    The truth was she had felt light-headed all day and hadn’t eaten a thing, but in the state of things she hardly felt like she could eat. “I’m fine, thank you! Please, keep…” Her breath escaped her and the world began to spin as her legs gave out. The chambermaid let out a gasp and caught her just before she hit the ground, though the mage was out cold. After the woman dragged her off to the side of the courtyard Catisa stirred once more. She drew a deep breath and jumped to her feet.

    “Miss Wells, I really must insist you take it easy!” The older woman cautioned.

    “No!” Catisa snapped as she glared at the woman, whose expression was suddenly one of fear. Something had clearly startled the woman. “I can’t, not yet. The people need me.” She brushed herself off and trotted out, ignoring what sounded like further protest from the senior staff member. The woman’s concern made her glad Dairon had been assisting the soldiers with corralling the refugees and didn’t see that just now.

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Aesthetic || Redridge

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Home & Hearth || Redridge

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Aesthetic || Camp

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[everhurst]

Thought for the Day 2/28

Twenty-four Hours a Day

We should be free from the lure of unfavorable temptations. It is out of our hands and in the hands of our Faith, so we need not worry about it or even dwell on it any longer. But if we have not cast it aside honestly and fully, the shadows may creep back into our hearts. When we fail to trust our Faith to guide us, we reach out and grasp at the forbidden once more. Then the darkness is ours again, and we find ourselves ensnared as before. We are powerless against its pull, and we fall. Do I trust my Faith to keep me on the righteous path?

Meditation for the Day

No great battle is won without preparation. Every test of faith must be preceded by deep reflection and discipline. If we neglect our moments of prayer and spiritual fortification, our efforts in battle may be in vain. From the perspective of the Light, one weary soldier, rushing blindly into conflict without preparation, is of little use compared to the steadfast warrior who takes the time to sharpen their blade, steady their mind, and cleanse their soul.

Prayer for the Day

I pray that I may spend more time in quiet communion with the Light. I pray that I may draw strength and purpose from these moments, so that my actions in this world may be filled with clarity and righteousness.