Happy Valentines Day! Maybe next year I'll do something to celebrate. Thank you to everyone reading to, you have no idea how much it means to me. For the next week and a half I hope to put up a lot, then slow done a bit.
Bioware owns everything, I just like to play in the park.
A Day in The Life
Lodan was having a good day. Maybe even a great day. All his traps had given him success, and he had found a very large area where elfroot was growing very well that he had not encountered before in the forest. Yes, today was going to be a very fine day indeed, he thought.
He had just rounded the path when he heard whimpering. He stopped. It whimpered again. It was a shemlen, there was no doubt about that. But that was impossible. The nearest village was days away.
Lodan pulled out his hunting knife, his knees protesting as he crouched and crept towards the sound.
What he came upon was horrific. It was a female shemlen, but she looked like she had fallen out of a tree right before it crashed upon her. She had gashes all over, head to feet, or what was left of them. The legs were definitely broken and an arm curved awkwardly out.
She groaned again, and Lodan made a snap decision. Shemlen or not, no creature deserved to suffer like that.
He sheathed his knife and looked at the damage. There was no way he could move her, let alone fix the damage he could see.
"She won't survive," he breathed. There was only one way she could.
Lodan got up and created a quick barrier around her to keep animals away, or worse. Then he started running west. The old bastard owed him anyway.