Madness of a Broken Mind
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Everything, was lost, empty if not void in the lil medically adept Apothocary...she was at her wit’s ends. having lost so many loved ones. People she desired only their love, their attention...all for naught. She wander’s Tureem from time to time, even meandering out on her own. Staff in hand, her robes on, she would move along.
More often than anything, she would come back bruised, battered, scraped up, bandages all over, she sighs from her respirator. Her addiction to her dust of the arcane mixture now what helps to numb her mind of the pain. The only things to accompany her, in the dark, dank nights, where the fog settles, and the night air is chill...are the crows, the flying messanger’s of death, the voice of those who would speak the toll that chimes the end...yet no end ever found her. No demon, no orc crossed her way, nothing, and thus her broken heart suffered more, and more...
One day, she wander’s into the place where Kytaera had her room, in Tuurem, looking around. Her sister, as she called her, would be off somewhere. She had the room to herself, her thoughts to herself...looking over what was left of mother’s things...mother...she almost laughed, the woman had never truly acknowledged her as a daughter...she never did, not even to the end...that’s what hurt so much, she would never have the chance.
but her eyes, her eyes look towards the table, where she noted mothers violin, how long had she herself since played? She walks over, taking it up in her bandaged hand. As she’d walk out with it, walking along the path as she had her thoughts. She went towards her building, and would pack up her things. What she would need, as she would head off, away from the others.
She was a burden, nothing but baggage they needed no more, there was work to be done, as she reaches up to adjust her respirator.She puts everything on her mount, leaving a note for anyone who cared.
“good bye...”
Was all that would be written, in blood, the medic saying her final farewell to the remnants of the Bloodravager’s. She cast one last look towards where the other’s rested...they didn’t need her, they had the female orcess to tend them...twas time to move on.
Moving along the trail, her foot falls soft, paced. In the dark of night, the ravens, those of the night her companions...her guide to her madness. She would play the melody now, slow, sorrowful, her heart put into the melody as she walked into the distance, back towards home, where memories awaited.
The crows, the ravens would pause from time to time, to listen to this sad melody, guiding her way. As she went, heading on home, her stead carrying what she took with her. The woman looks one last time to the night sky, her eyes gazing upon the distance, as she took in everything.
Her hand subconsciously reaching up, to touch her necklace, where Visp’s, the walls stone item was wired too, along with Zaytan’s tusk...two dear treasures. She also add’s the small crystal vial of Tae’s blood to it. Three treasures she will always carry. Along with mother’s violin...
She shakes her head, as she listened, to the voices, in her head, walking along, towards her home, her sanctuary, she adjusts the respirator, and inhales long and slow, as she says to herself,” why...why is it, everyone I love...abandoned me... Zaytan, The Wall Visp...Momma Tae...why...why why WHY!” She wails to the night sky, alone, again alone, she wept her eyes. Her tears running down her face in the night, no one to hear but the crows. As she drops to her knee’s and cried her shattered heart out to the world. Slowly, so very slowly, she rises once more, sniffling, she would play the violin, as she headed home, back to her labs. A place to ease her shattered heart, and her broken mind...away from life, away from the pain...