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Winter's Child

History of Cannor

God's Death, War of Kings

The last God's King, an older man known as Yaleon the Just had crushed a small rebellion in the Riverlands, destroying the army of Halgar Resdell. The act had stirred some families to turn their backs against the would-be rebellion. Yaleon made an attempt on showing the people of Cannor that he would stop all rebellion against the God's King with justice. He displayed the heads of Halgar Resdell and his eldest son Dorah on the walls of Castermere, placing them above the passage to Mirelda's temple.

Winter's Child

Gilly, Howan and Roran sat quietly, watching night slowly creep back into their lives. The fire was as bright as it could be, fueled as best they could. The group had not spoken for a good while. Their meal was unwillingly eaten and now they waited out the darkness in the hopes of rescue. Rannor had been unconscious for some time, his bandage growing darker as the hours passed by. Soon however, he moved. All three men jumped at once. Gilly, the closest of the trio, turned towards their friend.

His complection was pale, his forehead sweaty and his face pained.
"What's wrong?" He asked, rubbing snow onto Rannor's forehead. None of the boys had sufficient medical knowledge to provide any sort of intelligent remark. Instead Howan made a guess.

"Wargs aren't exactly clean. We know they hunt in groups, trying to attack as many as they can. We know they don't always kill their prey." He paused, taking out his waterskin and walking over to Rannor. "My guess is that they aim to infect their prey with whatever vile chemicals they have in their mouths. Best guesses say-"

"He's dying." Roran stammered, interrupting his friend. The trio sat quietly, each unsure of what they should do. Gilly seemed intent on reducing the fever, Howan had already given up, and Roran had ripped a further section of bandages from the cloak of their fallen friend, a man they buried in the cave. The blonde moved back to Rannor's side and slowly began to unreavel the bandage. It was thick and heavy, more than it had been when the man had put it on. Rannor's skin was thick with dried blood and the further Roran removed, the worse things got.

Beneath the ends of the material, was a black mess. Rannor's wound was seeping thick white puss, his skin blackened and dead. Gilly wretched at the smell, turning to keep his warg meat down. Roran took a moment to do the same. The smell was intense. A smell that seemed equal to a slowly rotting body in the middle of the Wastes. It burnt the nostrils of each of the two boys. Rannor writhed in agony and Roran moved to touch the wound. He was sure that pushing and cleaning out the white gunk was the best option. He lifted a pile of snow onto his friend's arm, hoping the cool snow would turn to water and clean the arm.

Rannor howled out, battling the pain he was already experiencing and the newly found agony that came from Roran's hands on his arm. Howan had moved out of the rook, holding his cloak over his mouth to battle the stench. In the dim red light, he could see figures. He could hear hooves too. He took a moment before running back to the others.
"They're here!" He yelled, regretting his decision to come back into the rook.

We've Never Been So Alike - Sam&&Red

Maybe it was too hot for a thick leather jacket... When you idolized particular women and a particular style, the heat wasnt a big deal. The end of the summer seemed to have dragged out into early October, and to be honest, nobody minded. The sun was down, it had been for at least two hours, and still the heat was high. Most people were either indoors, or choosing to hang around in various locations around the campus. Some where out in the city, others had vanished out of town, the rest was a mystery. Lori was kicking stones with a small group of friends, trudging along the pavements in the city centre. The group seemed quiet, occasioanlly making remarks or jokes, laughing and smiling together.

Lori had taken to losing herself in her thoughts, inhaling her cigarette as she walked. It wasn't a bad night to be out. The group passed along another street and seemed to lighten up a little. Conversation was dull and eventually they parted ways for the night.
"You heading back?" One girl asked, lagging behind the others as a few headed back to the campus.

Lori shook her head, tossing her butt into a bush.
"I'm going to check Ramshead. See what's happening there." The girl's friend shrugged and turned, blonde hair flying after her as she jogged to catch up with the others. Lori sighed and shoved her hands into her pockets. She had a few things on her mind, she had done for a while. Her first year at college had been interesting. Things had been awful the last year, but nothing felt better than finally leaving home. She'd met people who shared similar interests and defined her image. She felt almost free. Almost.

She crossed over onto another block and checked each house. Most people were watching television now, not caring about the youth of today. Lori shared that opinion. She didn't care what the kids were thinking, so long as they didn't get in her way. Her feet brought her to a stop across the street from a normal looking house. It wasn't a fancy three story, or an old house. It stood on a relitively decent priced street, with a garage. She stuffed her hands into her pockets and frowned.

"Now or never..." She muttered, watching the light in the front room flicker. The tv was still on, someone was still up. The girl exhaled slowly and walked over. Her feet were heavy and they almost felt like lead, thick soled shoes sticking her feet to the Tarmac. It seemed like an age before her hand was on the wood of the front door. Her hand dropped as she completely reconsidered her motives. She had no reason to be here. He didn't give a crap, he never even looked at her. Clearly he hadn't forgiven her, it wasn't like she cared...
"Don't lie." She muttered, moving to knock again.

She knocked gently, afraid of forfulling her minds desire. Nothing. She knocked again, louder. She heard a bang in return. It came from inside the house. She waited, unsure if it meant someone was coming to the door. No one came but soon the noise increased in frequency and volume. She pressed an ear to the door and listened. That wasn't exactly anyone moving. Her ears picked up something else. Well, it deffintely was someone moving. The human noise grew louder, becoming more obvious that someone was in pain. Lori leant against the door, straining to listen. The door gave way soon enough and swung open. She stumbled forwards and the noise of pained cries echoed through the hallway.

She called out quietly, checking the street behind her. She didn't see anyone looking. Her feet picked her upright as she moved down towards the noise. In the living room two men stood, one with his hand around the throat of the other. One of them was already covered in blood. It didn't take long before Lori made a connection.
"Hey!" She shouted, pushing the door open completely. "Stop doing that. What the fucks he done?" She seemed to have completely forgotten about her breaking an entry.

We've Never Been So Alike - Sam&&Red

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Vaccines?

You can't complete eradicate a disease.

Cholera goes wherever the disasters are.

The places where people aren't immunised, tends to be where the outbreaks are. I'm 90% sure I haven't been vaccinated against small pox. As I'm sure a lot of people haven't. Because it isn't a threat. Same reason I haven't been vaccinated against TB. Stupid idea if you ask me considering I'm work Exing on a fucking farm.

Fantasy/medieval/Lord of the Rings/Elder Scrolls/Pirates - Casual and Advanced

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Fantasy/medieval/Lord of the Rings/Elder Scrolls/Pirates - Casual and Advanced

It would entirely depend,

Whatever the 'Preferred Role' is... That is my prefered role.

I don't actually care what gender I play, I just have preferences on characters in my own ideas

Vaccines?

A note on the Vaccines Cause Austism front. It's either of these two stories:

1.It was put forward by a gentlemen who attempted to sue someone or other.

2. A medical professional refused to pass out vaccinations, despite being a fucking doctor, as s/he believed they caused autism.

Of course it had nothing to do with the fact children were getting vaccinated at the same TIME as they developed autism

Vaccines?

They don't give kids autism!
Just putting that out there.

Parents who don't immunise their kids out others at risk. Not to be a bitch about it. For some reason I'm not vaccinated against TB, which is mental, so if I caught the bugger and walked into another community, spread my germs, BAM! TB outbreak. Of course much more technical and scientific than that.

Then again, superbugs. Eh, they'll happen anyway

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