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Thread: Hell's Hope (Writer & Freeko)

This place is quite... Warm. Cozy I might add. She sat on the sofa, looking at the furniture nearby. A little part of her wanted to explore the home of her hero. Her eyes trotted on the photos within their frames just to see a hint of Nora's past. I would like a cup of tea as well if it's not too much to ask for of course. Sheori paused, picking up a picture frame. This place must've been nice before. I wish I could've visited before... y'know. Before the darkness conquered it. Her voice quieted down. The lower half of her body still ached from the ravenous thrusts. Those thugs must have been sexually deprived, or drugged to thrust that hard into her. She whimpered, before grabbing her staff and readying a healing spell. Under the eyes of Cyrene, oh lady of the trees. Please give me your blessing. Irradiating from the staff was a calming green light. The staff looked like it was a branch made from one of the great trees in the East. Where the trees held magical power that lacked understanding from scientists. This may help with the pain, although. It doesn't take back what happened. She looked distressed, tearing up once more as she looked at the small statue of Lumi standing nearby. I'm sorry. I fell to corruption so quick! She bowed before the statue, parts of her body still exposed from the ripped fabric. Please forgive me! I beg of you. Please, let me be your priest. It was clear where her priorities fell. However, an elven priest of Lumi was unheard of. Especially one that was still a follower of the Lady of the Forest. Sheori looked up at Nora, her eyes now red from the constant strain. I'm sorry that you had to see me in such a state. I'm just... Having a hard time. Forgive me of my rudeness. I'll clean up. I'll, just take a bath first. She turned towards where Nora pointed out was the bathroom. I really hope Lumi forgives me of the damage done to the necklace.
Thread: Hell's Hope (Writer & Freeko)

Nora had a simple, but moderately sized place. Accepting the compliment, Nora would express her thanks as she moved over toward the kitchen to prepare a pot of tea for the both of them. Nora would make sure to have enough for both since she did not normally have many guests over. Not even fellow followers of Lumi would come by very often. Though soon, Nora would find herself turning around and looking on in awe as Sheori had cast a spell. It would seem that she was potentially a product of two separate worlds. Sheori wanted to be part of the temple to Lumi that she may have forsaken her past to do so? Nora would want to ask about this at some point, but this was certainly not the time for her to do so. Nora saw the devotion that Sheori had, and knew that the only thing to do was help Sheori see this through. Potentially at her own risk no less, Nora would make it her mission to do everything she could to try to make things right for Sheori. As Nora would turn back to hear the water heating up, she would realize that Sheori's resolve had not been broken. Unfortunately for Sheori her necklace was broken which would make things slightly complicated for the two of them. Would Lumi accept Sheori as she was? Would the temple accept her now that she was.. 'unclean' as some would refer to those who have fallen to the corruption. Nora really wanted to take some time to meditate about this, but Sheori was her top priority. It was imperative to Nora that Sheori find her way through this ordeal, and Nora would take the burden upon her own shoulders if she had to. Thinking little of Sheori heading to the bathroom, Nora would reassure the elven woman that she could treat this place as if it were her own. If you would like me to accompany you, just let me know. I can only imagine what you are going through so I would not pretend to try to understand it. When you are ready, there should be some tea out here waiting for you. Nora would change her tone trying to crack a bit of a joke in the process to try and get Sheori to relax even if it were only a moment. Though if you take too long in there, I can't guarantee there will be anything left.
Thread: Hell's Hope (Writer & Freeko)

I promise I won't take too long. It would sadden me to not get a taste of your tea after all. She set foot into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. An elven girl who was rather open in comparison to her xenophobic counterparts was a rather unusual sight. Usually, her own species was against the idea of working with other races, especially those of other religions. Rather than extending a polite greeting, they were more keen on exchanging arrow and sword. However, there was word from time to time of their tribes bringing in outsiders who have done something rather extraordinary to be a part of their people, The sounds of splashing reverberated through the small house, giving the implication that she was finally cleaning herself. The dusk turned to night as the sounds of steam disappeared from the outside. It was replaced by the sounds of rather heavy footsteps. Altercators, robots that are relics of the golden ages within Albion walked the streets during this darkened hour. Even those corrupt haven't lost their fear when it came to these mechanical beasts. Iron guards that stood at around seven feet tall patrolled the alleys, aiming to establish order during this time as people filed away in their small homes. Their footsteps were large and heavy, loud enough to rattle those unfortunate enough to sleep nearby a street. These titans were slow, but they were far from peaceful. As the corruption took over, these robots aimed at all who even had a hint of corruption in them, sometimes attacking those who were deemed innocent in the eyes of others. Few were nimble enough to escape from direct combat. Many fell to their harpoon, their corpses being pulled back towards the launchers. The other arm held a blazing pitchfork at the ready, should anyone survive the shot from the harpoon. About a half hour passed before she was done. Now clean and covered in towels, she walked into the room following the scent of tea. Smells wonderful. Mind if I take a t- The rumbling shook her, bringing her to the floor with a thud. The towel dropped from her body, exposing her rather petite but attractive look. It was clear why the thugs seemed to have such a need to ravage, especially after peeking at what she looked like underneath the cloak. The elf's were a slightly shorter but beautiful species from the eyes of many of the other races. W-what was that? She shook as she sat back up, looking at the doorway. It was one of the robots, although they seemed rather aggressive. It was as if they found their target nearby Nora's dwelling.
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Nora would start to prepare for nighttime as what little light was left had been extinguished by the oncoming darkness. Nora was all but accustomed to the Altercators, a robotic remnant of what Albion was before the fall. They seemed only to activate during the night time, which was a shame as they would be all the more effective Nora posited if they were able to function during the day. Though knowing how brutal they are in how they hunt their targets, it might have been for the better this day as there was no way at all that Sheori would have survived an encounter with one of these monstrosities. Nora would make sure that the door was locked while she then moved to light a few candles. As Nora moved to shut the shades on her windows, she caught a glimpse of the Altercator in action. It was a brutal reminder of what should be happening to those that were corrupted by the sickness that has all but enveloped the city of Albion. With the Altercator dealing a decisive blow, Nora's house started to tremble a bit. Nora had forgotten about Sheori for a few moments, but was reminded she was there as she let out a yelp. Nora would turn to see Sheori sprawled out and naked. The towel that she was wearing had fallen beside her. Nora would take a few moments to enjoy the view before moving to help Sheori back to her feet. Once Sheori was upright again, Nora would reach back down to the ground. This time reaching for the towel and offering it back to Sheori. Well, I could tell you what that was, but I do not think you really want to know right now. Please, just sit. I'll pour another cup of tea for myself but first let me pour one for you. Then we can get you dressed and call it a night. Nora halfway hoped that it was something of an elvish custom that they slept without clothing on. At least for the time being, Nora had things planned out. Hopefully Nora's necklace would be enough to keep the darkness at bay that may still at this very moment been creeping its way back into Sheori. One lump, or two? Nora would posit toward Sheori as she offered a small cube of sugar to go into the tea. Nora herself would take one lump as she already finished her first cup while Sheori was showering. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day for them, to say the least. It was wise of Nora not to think too far ahead as they still needed to make it through the night.
Thread: Hell's Hope (Writer & Freeko)

Yeah, I'd believe it be best to avoid giving me nightmares. Sheori gulped, gripping the cushions of the couch nearby her to regain her footing. These guards were heavy, each step feeling like a thunderous earthquake. Brutal with efficiency, the Altercator began to move on not too long after their purging of the unfortunate evil. As the sounds of metal stomping on the ground began to diminish, she regained her composure, reaching for the towel bashfully. None, please. I prefer the natural taste of the tea. Her polite smile returned to her face, although the look of her shaky legs spoke otherwise about her current emotions. There were so many new sights and sounds in the city, many that she hasn't seen in her years of living far eastward. One cup after another, she exchanged pleasantries, spending time in the silence peacefully. It was as if for this moment and this moment alone, the dangers of the outside had ceased to exist. The small elf didn't fair long once the darkness arrived. Her eyes drifted, her body yearning for rest. If there was any time for her to find the sleep she needed, it would be now. Excuse me Nora. I'm feeling quite tired now. Thank you for the tea. Now if I could excuse myself. Within a couple minutes, she was curled up on the couch. Right above her was the small statue of Lumi. The light irradiating from a candle warded back the darkness. Maybe Lumi's eyes were still upon her, even after the trial she faced. The darkness obeyed Lumi's command for now, giving the small elf space to rest. It would only be a question of how long it took before she became corrupted again. Even during the day, the corruption of Albion swallowed people into's its depths. Her clothes laid strewn in the bathroom, her cloak now in rags due to the encounter with the thug. She needed something to cover her up if she dared walked in front of many of Albion's residents. On Nora's couch, she removed the towel laying upon the fabric nude. It was a common tradition of the elves to sleep naked. That tradition seemed to disappear once the threats of corruption changed the world. For her, it seemed either a little too trusting, or maybe oblivious to rest in front of a mere stranger. However, there aren't many heroes left who would save someone in need. At least, not many heroes who would do it for free. The soft light bathed the girl in a small purifying blanket. Her skin glowed in contact with Lumi's lukewarm flames.
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Nora would simply nod her head as Sheori had asked not to have any sugar added into her tea. Simply dropping the cube back into the small cup meant to hold them as part of the tea set. It was very rare for Nora to be able to use the whole set anymore, and this elven woman was the first visitor that she has had that she could remember ever since the corruption had taken hold of Albion. It was almost turning into a study of sorts for Nora as so far today almost nothing has been anything close to a regular day. As this moment of peace and serenity would come to a close, Sheori would simply ask to sleep on the couch. Nora had no reason to deny the request of the elven woman, as she would soon notice exactly why Sheori picked this spot. She was directly underneath the statuette of Lumi. Before retiring to her bedroom, Nora would say one last thing. Mostly to take in the elven woman's form one last time. If you feel alone, you can always join me in my bedroom. My bed is open to you. It was likely an empty line for now, as Sheori had not made a random choice to where she would be sleeping tonight. Though there was one thing Nora needed to do before she would retire herself. Aside from the cloak she had hung up as she arrived in her house, Nora was still fully dressed. The armor she would wear to and from her house and the temple was on full display and that may well have been why Sheori had mistaken her for a Paladin. Nora was not as comfortable with her nude form as Sheori was, though Nora herself would strip down to only having a pair of panties on. Now it was time for her bedtime prayer. Nora would include Sheori into her prayer as she knelt down bracing her body along the side of the bed she was about to sleep in. Dear Lumi, I feel you have given me a great gift today and I can only hope that your light still shines upon her. May we both be blessed by the light for the coming day ahead. Your noble follower, Honoria. Amen. Slipping under the covers of her bed, Nora would not fully be able to clear her mind. She murdered someone in cold blood today, and she did it in Lumi's name. The idea that the man deserved what was coming to him was not far from the truth. Nora would look for guidance on this subject when she had the chance tomorrow. For now, Nora wanted to try to get a good night's sleep as there was no telling how difficult it would be for Nora and Sheori to fix the necklace that was broken just a few hours ago. Maybe they could just get a new one at the temple, but Nora knew that would be at best a long shot.
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The night was quiet, a result of either fear or respect for the territory of the Altercators. Those unfortunate enough to be caught in the dark would face either the corruption or the wrath of these metallic warriors. Few dared to fight against them. Maybe those corrupted figured it wasn't worth the trouble. Either way, their help gave Albion just a few moments of peace before the day arrived once more. Cool air drifted through the streets, covering the roads and roofs with snow. It was only then in the morning that this pure white rug disappeared, being replaced with the sounds and heat from the steam vents underneath the city. Under Lumi's grace and the power of Fate did the sun come back up to the sky again. The green tinted sun due to the gas clouds that hung overhead greeted those who woke up. It was finally morning . The short elf awoke from her slumber as the steam vents shouted. The city was awake once more. Its denizens rudely woken by its rather loud screams. Many were used to the sounds, still able to sleep through it. However, for the sensitive ears of an elf from foreign lands, it was ear piercing. She grabbed a nearby pillow and covered her head, trying to endure the vicious sounds until they faded. There was so much for her to learn and experience. So much to get used to in this city. My wasn't that a loud alarm. What was it? She peeked outside the curtains, taking a peek outside. The glass was hot as one of the openings for the steam vents was located right outside her doorstep. Ouch! She bounced back onto the floor. Her hands were red from the sudden embrace of heat. She was curious, but cautious, closing the curtains and waiting for her hero to awaken. The green glow from her staff relieved her hands from the pain, calming her once more. I should get ready. Nearby, she grabbed whatever garbs weren't ruined by the thugs. Just a short cloth dress was all she had left. Her cloak was ruined, ripped to a point where it exposed most of her body. It was useless. I wonder if they're selling something nice in the market? A short grasp at her rear pocket made her fall back to reality. She had nothing left other than the clothes on her back and the staff at her hand. Her only ward against the evil was destroyed, all her traveling money was gone. Oh... She sat down, falling back against the cushions of the couch. I remember. For a short period, she lost herself. Her mind flashing memories of the day before. She prostrated herself before the statuette, praying before the Goddess in front of her. Lumi guide my steps. Protect me from those that wish to do evil. Lead me to save my family from the corruption, to purify all darkness. Light my way and hold me, so that I may be a vessel of hope. Please give me the strength to do what cannot be done, to save who cannot be saved, to live in the way where I can perform your miracles. Provide me with your light. Amen .
Thread: Hell's Hope (Writer & Freeko)

Nora was not immediately thankful that the Altercators were activated at night. Though maybe they could have spared Sheori? Nora was thankful that she had found Sheori first, as Nora would start to awaken with the sounds of the steam vents. The sounds have a rhythm to them, almost like a beating heart as it thumps repeatedly. Nora would find herself about to get out of bed when she heard Sheori yelp out in pain. With the sound, Nora assumed the worst and would turn the corner from her bed into the main living area with her mace in hand ready to deal with whatever happened to be threatening her. Turning the corner, it would seem that Sheori had just scalded her hand. With the steam vents so close by, Nora would usually allow some time to pass before venturing outside. Instead, Nora would place her mace up against the wall near to the doorway into the main room. First things first, Nora would tend to Sheori even as she were. Naked aside from the panties she had worn to bed the night before. Sheori hopefully would feel more comfortable this way. Nora would keep some level of protection from her womanhood being completely exposed, but aside from that she was not entirely worried about showing herself off. After inspecting Sheori, Nora would head back to the kitchen area, this time not only to make tea but a small breakfast as well. It would be unwise to venture out on what was likely to be a very busy day on an empty stomach. By the time Nora would get everything ready, she could hear Sheori offering a prayer to Lumi. This would catch Nora off guard a little as she was unprepared to join Sheori in the prayer. This was something that Nora would typically do when she finished preparing her food or when she entered the temple to perform her duties. While Nora was continuing with her food preparation, she would offer Sheori anything she needed while they were still here inside of her home. The clothing might not fit the greatest, but it would be a definitive upgrade over the torn and mostly destroyed garment she was found wearing yesterday. Please, help yourself to any clothing you would like in my dresser or closet. I should have some food ready in a few minutes, I think we should think a little about how we want to approach today. Nora would hesitate a little as she did not want to be insensitive about what she said next. How do you feel? Nora would settle on as she wanted to make sure that Sheori was ok for the time being. Once they had some food and a little time to think things through, Nora figured this day should hopefully be in her favor. With any amount of Lumi's blessing, it might just be in Sheori's favor as well.
Thread: Hell's Hope (Writer & Freeko)

Thank you. Nora, for everything. I'm feeling a little better. Her mind was focused on the scalding of her hand rather than the encounter from last night. Oh. I don't need to wear much. Thank you for the kind offer. A small innocence grew off of her. Maybe it was sheer ignorance or maybe there was still a place unaltered by the corruption somewhere. Either way, her innocence was something that could be treasured, or manipulated , depending on who she's around. It seemed as if she were hiding her true emotions behind the bloomy facade. She greeted Nora with a warm, kind smile. One that a close friend would give to another just as a gesture of good faith. Maybe we can try looking around the marketplace for something to help. There should be something or someone around here that could fix the necklace. At least, I hope there is. Sheori stood nearby the door, wary of the now heated entrance. The doorknob was made of bronze, one that worried her quite a bit. Her ears were still drooped after such an occasion. When do these... Um... What does your kind call it? Lee vurs? Levers When do they cool? She pointed at the doorknob giving off a glowing radiance, a signal that it was still too hot to touch. The steam vents poured out dangerously hot fumes during the mornings. Although they helped keep the city warm for a few hours, it made mornings blisteringly hot. Walking in the streets during this hour is akin to walking through a sauna. Cloaks made by the tailors in this city helped keep in heat during the night time, as well as flow air through during the mornings. Avoiding another embarrassing and painful lesson, she waited for Nora to open the door. In her eyes, Nora understood Albion city life far more than Sheori could ever fathom. This place is really strange you know? You have large walls around your city. I wonder why? She seemed rather curious about the new environment around her. The trees here aren't happy. There's no sun coming through here. Back home, the trees rose over the clouds. The sun was beautiful. Why do people like it here? I hear this place is very beautiful from books of old. A river of pure, glimmering water that ran through the city. The castle that could be seen from worlds away. Welcoming people. The only safe place from corruption. What happened here? Did the books lie? A hint of worry broke through her voice. This seemed to be the place where dreams come through in the books she read. Now, it seemed to be closer to a den of nightmares. A beast that swallowed its inhabitants whole.