RP:Myrall and the Diseased Elf

Part of the Rounding up the diseased individuals Arc

PART XI:

Myrall and the Elf:

Road to Milous:

Walking about this place, one would notice the drastic changes that had taken place. The once beautiful road to Milous is now relatively destroyed. The once white fences are now blackened and shattered, with shards of wood lying about. The proud trees are now lying around, being ripped up by their roots, all that remains are some scattered under brush. Looking about more, one would notice the rotting corpses, of what seem to be draconian, orc and even human in origin. This place seems to have been a battlefield, seemingly so, due to the abundance of weapons, shields and of course the bodies carelessly spread about. Moving on, you notice a huge crater roughly in the center of the chaos, its diameter nearly envelops the whole area. Careful not to fall into the deep hole, one should move on, and perhaps they would wonder: what happened here?

As you tip toe past the chasm and the long rotten corpses and weapons left over haphazardly strewn about you spot something protruding from the ground...A tomb. Ornately carved adorned with winged angels and demons. Further to the east the grand city of Cenril beckons your attention, and to the west Kelay calls. But in passing thought you may stop to think who lays here in this lone nameless tomb... A diseased elf with red blisters is here

Myrall walks straight past the elf, then stops and retraces her steps. Stopping just a few feet away from him she manages a bright smile “Greetings sir, are you in need of assistance?”

A diseased elf with red blisters staggers away to the east, jumping up and down and yelling, "The desert it is. Red it is.".

Overlooking Gorge

Your stomach plunges sickeningly quick as you stare down into the seemingly bottomless pit before you. Thin tendrils of smoke lazily drift skyward from the massive chasm, and earthquakes and other signs of volcanic activity are quite common. The narrow strip of stony ground that is the continuation of the Milous Road is a web of cracks leading east, where the beginnings of a bridge over the endless gorge can be seen. a small paths trails northward, while south, the steep ledge you are standing on continues. There seems to be a lot of activity going on to the east as the finishing touches are placed on the new bridge. A diseased elf with red blisters is here.

Myrall hurries after the poor man the look of concern on her face growing ever deeper. “Sir, I beg of you allow me to aid you. Though I have no skills with what ails you personally, I know of a place that does.” She looks to the south-east. “In fact, tis but a few leagues from where we now stand.”

Myrall gingerly reaches out and takes hold of the elf’s arm. “Please sir, I implore you, come with me. I will not harm you of that you can be certain.” With her free hand she pulls her cloak tightly round her short frame so that he does not see her sword and axe, that are on prominent display.

Myrall flinches as the man yanks his arm away from her, flailing wildly and shouting nonsense. Again she grasps his arm, though this time her grip is much tighter. “I know, I know” she keeps her voice soft and low in an effort not to alarm him. “And tis to that very desert we go, for the place I wish to take you nestles there amongst the sand.”

Myrall breathes a sigh of relief as the creature seems to quieten. Pity tugs at her heart as he looks at her with a mixture of fear and pleading. “Will you come with me?” she asks.

Myrall waits expectantly for his reply, and it is only a few moments before she is rewarded with a slight nod. Smiling gently, she loosens her grip slightly, before ushering him south to the CDC.