Thread: Lynnira, Last Daughter.

I've written bits and pieces of a story about a woman elf I created in a Forgotten Realms like world... except with my own gods, my own creatures, etc. Someday I'd love to do a role play based off of this, but it would be very hard for the RPer unless they could see deep into the twisted caverns of my thoughts... A place I don't even like to venture. But alas, with no more delay This Lynnira and her story.listu Insanity Heartbroken and depressed the woman gripped the hilt of her blade. WHY?! Why did I run and hide, I could have saved them... I am useless... they are dead... I wasn't strong enough to save them... Images of the pain and sufferings of all the others she knew echoed in her mind. Am I the last one who was left alive here... am I the only one whom was not captured by their hands..? She could see it perfectly, as if she had been there, her mother, cowering in fear, holding her baby sister close to her chest, shuddering out sobs as the skeletal men knocked the door in. Lynnira could see the red glow of it's eyes as it's broken jaw twisted into what should have been a smile. To the girl whom was seeing second hand, she saw her mother beg for her life, and she saw the victorious smirk in the skeletons face as his lowered the blood covered mace to meet her mothers tear filled eyes... NO! Her heart wrenching scream echoed in the tower, shaking the building. She let out more cries as she beat on the walls, the echo of Metal on Stone made her cringe. She was locked in her own prison, cold, gray stone walls surrounded her, dulled down over the years, there was but one window in her own personal hell. From where the tower was, she could see all the damage that had been caused. The weeping girl lifted herself up off the ground, her metal boots screeching against the grim floor. Trembling metal hands gripped the edge of the barred window, she lifted her small, metal covered frame to see... I wasn't strong enough... NO! She cried again, she removed her dulled helm and threw it with all her might at the wall, putting a dent in both. Her pale face was covered with mud, blood and tears. Lynnira had saved nobody. I am useless. I do not deserve to live, she told herself, again and again. What she had seen made her want to cry harder. The castle she was in was now but ruins only two other towers were still up. The grand marble center where she had received her knighting was now but a pile of beautiful stones. The marvelous town outside the gate was destroyed, the simple buildings were destroyed, the tree's that many of the houses resided in were cut down and burnt. From there she had seen her own house, or what was let of it, all she could see from the high point she was, was a clump of bodies. Even the city inside the walls were rubble, houses and shops toppled over each other... Worse then all of the destruction was the sight of the tens of thousands of bodies, innocents and fighters alike. Children were piled with the Merchants, their dead mothers with the knights. No one would be spared. Lynnira went to choke back another sob, when a fresh breath of decaying bodies hit her, toppling her over. She began to gag. Pain seared in her dry throat as bile removed some of the lining of her throat. For three days and nights, Lynnira sat against a cold wall, bare of her armor, of her cloth underneath it too. She did not move, she did not blink, she did not sleep. Seeing the deaths of thousands, each and everyone of her comrades. She sees the blades dig into their warm flesh, maces blundering their bodies past a recognizable state. Once all the deaths had passed through her mind, she though of herself, what a coward she was. She ran and got locked in a tower over looking the chaos, she did nothing to help them. It was morning of the fourth day, she saw the orange sky through the window and there was no expression on her face, but a resolve. There had been few deaths missing from the mess, two that she noticed, her brothers. The two of them somehow escaped the cruel demise that everyone else they had known was given, so silently, the girl stood, her pale skin was covered with dry tears. Leaving the dented armor on the ground, as she felt that she would only disgrace her race more by bearing it, she slowly made it to the wooden door that had barred from the outside when she had entered. Her long crimson hair caressed her slim body, the strands moving over her shoulders and across her bare breasts. Lynnira lifted her heavy arms and placed the small hands on the door in front of her, she pushed softly, and she heard a crack of wood and the door swung open with a loud groan. She didn't even have to open her eyes and she knew. Bodies littered the floor in front of her door. The barricade had taken in so much blood it had became soft, and easy to break. Along with the bodies of her kin were the bodies of the skeleton warriors that had invaded her beautiful home. Again, the metallic scent of blood filled her nostrils, and she felt her knees give way. Soon, her beautiful body was along with the rotting corpses.. listu