Thread: Hell's Hope (Writer & Freeko)

That's not a bad idea Nora. Surely there must be others who wish to see the darkness end. Sheori's ears perked up. There must be others like us who want to see what this place was like before the corruption took its hold. Maybe mother is around here somewhere, still doing her best to fight the corruption as well. She was really strong according to my father. The glow that irradiated from the doorknob began to dim. The heat surrounding the handle loosened in its grasp. I believe that this is Lumi's sign saying that its time to head out. With a few excited steps, she opened the door for Nora. My father always said that the morning always befriends those who take their first opportunity. We should go while the sun is still rising. Maybe there are sales in the market! The effects of the corruption that controlled Albion still didn't seem clear for the elf. Nor did the discrimination against those who are serving Lumi by the people as well. Hopefully the other religions begin to work with each other. I read of wars between them. Sometimes, I feel like they won't come together even with the threat of corruption in front of them. The streets were warm and clear of the snow that covered it during the night. Those who were still under the influence but not quite fully corrupted lived their days as usual, moving through the crowded streets. Around this time, many of the corrupted people and creatures slept inside the darkness of one place or another. Hence, the safest time to travel would be under the light of the morning sun. Merchants and traders still made a living during these troubled times. Though unlike before the Great Collapse, they refused to help those who needed it. The world took two steps back, becoming a dog eat dog world. Those who were the weakest were crushed underneath the feet of those climbing up to escape the grip of corruption. Others who chose to embrace it received strength beyond their own understanding at the cost of their humanity and moral conscience. One thing was known for certain, those who followed Lumi were not able to hide it from the rest. They stood out among the common people and were the target of hate and discrimination. It was as if the trait of goodness was akin to being criminal during the times before. In front of them was a corpse from an altercator the night before. His guts seemed to be spilled outside, blackened due to the heat from the vents overcooking the corpse. It was just a thug, but the savagery and brutal efficiency from an altercator was one to take note of. The look on his face spoke fear into those who took their time to look. Bodies like this were rather common in the slums of Albion. To a foreigner however, this was a scene from a horror flick. There seemed to be marks of the harpoon spear being shot through his chest, leaving scratches on the wall behind him. Sheori turned away from the sight, her mouth holding in the dinner from the night before. Seeing a corpse so close was new to her. As well as seeing others walking right over the body with no care. What caused this? She looked at Nora. Why is everyone not caring? She seemed shocked. Is this from the shaking last night Honoria? Is this.. Normal? Further north were the bustling sounds of the marketplace. The stalls were starting to open around this time for those who woke early due to the steam vents. Although not all were open yet, the farmers seemed willing to sell their wares. On the stalls were tainted fruits and vegetables. They were darker in color compared to their counterparts and contained corruption within them. Although it had no effect to those who were corrupted, to those who weren't, it was a one way trip to having your mind tainted without the help of a priest of Lumi. In another road filled with stalls were goods of the magical variety. Albion sported several apprentice mages selling their wares to both travelers and residents alike as well as their services. Nearby was a tavern full of mercenaries. Traders and travelers who were planning on heading through a dangerous road required protection. Wherever there was a demand for man power, these mercenaries were the ones to call. A statue of the Goddess Aqua stood in the town center. From her hands came a spout of pure water to those who wanted to drink. Even after the corruption took over, this statue remained clean. Behind her was the river that once ran pure. Now corrupted, only black water ran through the river's veins.