Vithlen: Starved

[TheKillingJoke]

All there had ever been in her young nineteen years was death and blood. Living in a small village that barely could survive year to year made it so. Being raided every few months made it worse, and every time the raiders came through, the population decreased drastically. It had gone from a few hundreds to a few people in less than a few years. She had been eleven when the last of the men left the women and children to fend for themselves, and then the women left their children. It had all become a dog eat dog world. Having been the oldest at the time, and having been raised with a kind heart she tried caring for the younger children. Children that ranged in ages from a year old to just a few years younger than her. She had managed for a while, but then a sickness came and all the children died. She had been exposed from the sickness herself, and she was stricken with it. Being bed ridden, and having to rely on her own strength to over come it.


This is a medieval roleplay, taking place in a time of great tragedy and sickness, you may portray any type of character you please but stick to the story line for the most part.


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