Wheel of Time MUD

Ely edit 26 July 2021

Unfortunately I cannot decipher which character to tie this to, there is no (more) Kelerod. This will have to go unawarded for now.

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The sound was like thunder, a sudden crash that would have been deafening if not for the cry of pain that filled his ears.
The familiar sound of steel, distant yet not more then a few feet away, rang out around Kelerod.

Kelerod could not move, the blood running down his leg likely had something to do with it, that or the corpse of his mount that was was pressing his body into the earth below. How many times had he ridden this beast to the edge of death to have her now return the favor? The irony of featherfoot weighing down on him was enough to cause Kelerod to laugh, a wet gurgle as his body decided to spit up some blood instead.

Kelerod tried to crane his neck and look around, but could only see a cascade of darkness and shapes. Was it not just a few hours past midday, Kelerod thought as the weight of his eyelids became to much to bear.

"..to my flank..."

The sound came from 1000 feet away

".ready for a .........

Darkness.

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How many days has it been since these lips have tasted anthing but sand. The taste of sweat would be a welcome change to that of dust, as Kelerod fell to the ground for what was becoming to many to count.

Kelerod forced himself back up, falling again.
A few more feet and he could find some reprive in the shade of a rocky outcrop. The trobbing in his leg had long ceased to cause him concern, not because the makeshift split was providing some support, but because his water skin had given its last drop of life some time ago.

As Keleord lay his back to the stones, he fumbled with the stopper on the wine skin he still carried. At some point he had gone unconscious while the mount he thought was featherfoot had laid ontop of him. He had awoken to the cheers of carion birds celebrating a feast of men he once called family. Somehow he survived, the corpse obscuring his body from the rest of the rampage.

He drank the last of his wine and tossed aside the empty skin. As his eyes closed, Kelerod thought he heard the sounds of a horse approaching. He paid it no mind, for the he had already seen and heard many things that were but idle wishes.


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A horse rode up to the small farmhouse carrying the husk of a man.
He carried nothing but a note and two gold coins.
The note read
"One for his health, one for your silence"

Great writing, excited for part two!

Melanyne continued kneeding the dough. This particular recipie took constant attention, our at least that is what her mother had told her. Flip, add flour, punch, punch, roll. There was no particular pattern, just care and attention, that was what was needed. She had settled on this particular pattern years ago, when baking with her mother. The rhythmic pattern always brought her back to that small farmhouse kitchen, iron stove in the corner boiling water for midday tea. A bright eyed young girl in a yellow apron, watching as a short black haired woman, tough as nails, created her own special magic with nothing more than what the farm provided.
"Mama?"
"Yes, Melanyne" said Sara as she glanced up from the magic infront of her.
"Am I doing it right?"
"You are, just remember, you cannot let the dough sit, you need to keep kneedng it untill it is ready"
"How will I know when it's ready" asked Melanyne as the back of her had deposited flour on her forehead as she move some whisps of caramel coloured hair from her eyes.
"I will tell you, my love. Just like my Mama told me, and you will tell yours one day.

The tea pot whistled and Melanyne was flung back to the now. The yonge girl, older. The yellow apron, a little more dull. Eyes, bright as ever.

She looked around, at a discarded pile of vegtables across from her and an empty stool.
"Now where did that boy go? Little rascal,look away for a moment and he's gone"
Melanyne knew exactly where Cardona had run off to. It had been the same every time he had the chance these last last few days.

She made her way out of the kitchen, to a small side room at the other end of the farmhouse.
There she found Cardon, silently standing and staring at the sunburnt man, who breathed softly and barely moved.

"Cardon how many times do I need to tell you, let him rest"
"He smells funny"
"That because he didn't eat his vegtables"
Cardona poked the man, and he groaned.

Before Melanyne could tell Cardona to stop, he was already running out of the room.

At that moment Jarues had made his way into the farmhouse for the Midday meal. He found Melyane in the side room. He kissed his wife on her forehead.
"How is our friend today"
"He smells, but no longer of rott"
"That is progress" said Jarues as he sat in the chair beside the man.

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I see Kelerod is only lvl 10 and not clanned, but can we reward him for this RP story somehow?

Furious_DDD appears stage left.
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*taps mic*
Kelerod leveled to 10 on a night when the wheel turned and experience was granted at a 3x pace. The lust for tree sap and an unwavering desire to rid the world of a leafy uprising resulted in the following 16 14 12 15 16.

A quest for knowledge and some voices from the darkness made Kelerod aware that he would have a difficult time travelling south from the Boarderlands to make a name for himself.

As more experience is gained by yours truly, so to will Kelerod. Though his exploits and story will continue, his progress may leave much to be desired.

*lights dim stage left