Effects of the Plague

Just was RPing by myself, and a certain goblin came along. The result was some more... emotional RP. I enjoyed it quite a bit, incredibly character-developing.

Scene: Talia left the tavern to tend to any sick with her limited capacity to heal, and a bag of apples to appease the hungry. She entered a small garden behind a house.

Quote :

*** Talia Vortega bends down, stopping as she sees the small, silent body of a child.
*** Grok tilts his head in curiousty at the scene.
*** Quietly, she bends down, reaching out a hand to touch the child's neck.
*** Tears spring into Talia's eyes as she withdraws the hand, sighing.
*** As she gets up, she trips on a small object, stumbling into the grass. Looking back, she sees that it's a small doll.
*** And for Talia, it's too much. She backs up into a corner of the small garden, sitting down and sobbing.
*** Grok giggles quietly at the action, but manages to recover and whatch on.
*** Grok recoils by the sound and feels some empathy.
*** Talia's body is wracked by sobbing as she wipes her eyes, staring at the child in morose sadness.
*** Grok slowly slides onto the eastroft and hangs there reaching into his bag and retrieving somethign.
*** Carefully, gingerly, she bends down to the child's level, reaching out to its eyes and closing them.
*** Talia Vortega then lifts the child up in her thin arms, sighing in sadness. Carefully, she stands to her feet and leaves the garden.
*** Grok grabs a small blue bead that shines in the moonlight and drops it into the dirt.
*** Grok turns over smirking slowly and retracting himself.
*** Talia Vortega jerks her head as she sees the bead fall, looking up, but failing to see Grok.
*** She glances down at the bead, poking it with her foot.
*** The bead sits in the mud shining.
*** Shaking her head, Talia ducks under the wall, continuing on her way.
*** Talia Vortega pauses at the small garden, looking around. Not seeing anyone, she carefully lays the child's body on the ground.
*** Grok leaps from the house onto a lamp remain barely visible from the light lumnating from it.
*** Slowly, Talia bends to the ground, her fingers clutching the moist earth, as she starts to dig with her hands.
*** Grok raises his hand and runs it through his hat making a gesture of confusion.
*** Talia Vortega slowly sighs, realising she'll never dig a grave like this. She heads for a small shed.
*** Now with a shovel, Talia slowly breaks the earth, digging a small grave.
*** Time passes, sweat pouring down Talia's brow.
*** Grok leans forward keeping his grip on the lamp, squints with curiousity.
*** Talia Vortega finally finishes the hole, leaning back to wipe her brow.
Talia Vortega: Hasshan nashi Nassarsha.
*** Grok tries to sound out the words quietly in his squeeky voice. "Hhhh-ha-h-has."
*** Talia Vortega slowly bends down, picking up the limp body of the child. "Shari Blandine hasshan, Dari nassaha," she mutters.
*** Talia Vortega continues to chant quietly as she places the child in the small grave, wiping a tear.
*** It's apparent from skin color that the child isn't hers, merely one of the many unwanted street kids of Surna.
*** Talia Vortega sighs, reaching over. Finishing her quiet prayer, she places the doll in the child's hands, folding them on her chest.
*** Grok frowns slightly and gets his feet in a stance to leap. He jumps to the other house's roof and crawls down the fence grabbing the bead from the moist soil.
*** Wiping a tear from her cheek, Talia slowly begins to move the soil over the child's body.
*** Scales the fence and leaps down waiting for the figure to depart.
Talia Vortega: [???] Sleep well, child of Dari.
*** Talia Vortega sighs, finishing the grave, placing a stone at the body's head.
*** Unable to do any more, she leaves the shovel on the ground, heading to the tavern.
*** Grot scuttles over to hastily and lays the bead in the dirt pating it lightly before himself departing.

That's relevance pie.

I did, however, notice this:

'*** Grot scuttles over to hastily and lays the bead in the dirt pating it lightly before himself departing.'

Grot.

Fabricated :O?!?!?!

They were both on the server at the same time when this was posted, so I think it's just a log editing error.

Probably.

Yeah, probably, I don't know what happened there.

*shrug*