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Faint coughs and footsteps echoed throughout the halls, staggering legs pushing on one another. The walls were decorated with crystals and generational portraits, but not even the arts could stop them in their tracks; they only kept forcing themselves to keep walking.
As they passed by several guards, each one showing more concern than the other; only one went up and offered to lend a hand. But all the Player heard was ringing in their ears, horrible ringing... The guard put the Players arm across his shoulders, providing support to wherever the Player needed to go. The Player only wanted to go to one place, to see one person, how was it this difficult.., and.. this painful..?
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After gaining the SwordWalker from their grueling mental battle with hatred & the other emotions, they've felt.. off. They weren't as sharp as they were before, they had late reactions to everything; it affected them to the point of insomnia. But after many weeks of feeling like this, they grueling woke up one day extremely light headed. They felt horrible, even after gurgling down pills and resting for awhile they felt like they got hit by multiple trains. Out of pure urge and longing; they decided to pay someone a visit, someone.. wise. Someone who they knew could possibly help them in a time like this.
Later- after their long journey in the snow and fighting off creatures,, they were barely even conscious as soon as they made their way into the kingdom. All that entered their mind was the blinding lights surrounding them and the weird sounds echoing in their ears...
Once the Player was led to the throne room, they tried to dismiss the guard while thanking him- But they could barely get a word out without a raspy cough, the guard was concerned to say the least to even let go.
As the guard slightly opened the doors, the Player surprised both of them by swinging them open.. The Player didn't know, but just that burst of the doors used up all of the energy they had in their body; ..whichhhh ultimately-resulted-in-them practically-fainting-on-the-spot-..
After all of this pushing through and dealing with nothing but pain stacked on pain, their body ultimately gave up on itself for a mere second. The last thing they heard before they lost consciousness was the sounds of metal clanging, and.. the feel of someone's arms enveloping their body, cold arms..
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After a couple of hours passed, the Player finally awoke from their little coma. They looked around frantically, still feeling the sense of urgency shot back at them as if they were trying to find someone. The guard leaning on the door awoke from their own little nap and rushed to the Player..asking questions like "Are you okay?" & "Do you need anything? ".. The Player then started to take in their surroundings, they were in a velvety soft bed with silk embroidered pillows resting beneath them. There were intricate design's carved into the wooden pillars of the bed, which were also flowingly holding transparent ruffled curtains that gracefully swept on each side of the bed. The rest of the room was it's own story, but they finally snapped to reality as the guard went out the room to alert the other guards.
The Player rubbed their head as they realised their bag and cards were carefully placed on a desk right beside them, which also had a small cup of tea which was still warm to the touch. "I would kill to live in a place like this!", they whispered to themselves. But their enthusiastic tone soon crumbled as their weird fever hit them like a truck, their head throbbing and the feeling of spikes on their stomach. fuck dudeeee..
As they wished they could just die in this very bed, the doors creaked open. A large figure made his way in, the humongous fur on his cape barely fitting the doorframe. The temperature immediately dropped as he walked towards the Player, -but the Player wasn't intimidated. Actually they were quite joyous to finally have gotten to see the person they've been seeking.