Little Miss Nekatar ((Preservation from Umbral GuildPortal))

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Little Miss Nekatar ((Preservation from Umbral GuildPortal))

Post by Vivimord » Mon Nov 30, 2015 5:17 am

((Originally posted by Zillakiyah.))

The little girl trotted down the road, away from her house. She hopped fences and padded carefully through the little stream. She sat there a while happily letting her feet soak up the water. The forest was quiet, only the little songbirds trilling away. Then in the distance there was a commotion. Deftly the little girl hopped to her feet, covering a surprising amount of ground in the blink of an eye. As she neared the sounds she dove into a bush, suitable for hiding a small girl. Peering out, she saw the most amazing thing of her young life. A grown human male, dressed in beautiful robes stood brandishing a very tiny, bent stick at three very large bears. The little girl thought that without armor and a REAL weapon, he would die. She watched with dread as the man pointed to one of the bears all the while saying things she could not understand. Then to her surprise the bear turned into a harmless sheep! As it wandered and chewed on the grass, the man began to chant again, this time the remaining bears feet were incased with ice, the man retreated and began hitting them with a barrage of colorful lights. Soon he had disposed of the three bears and started to skin them. At this point the little girl faded back into the forest in awe.

That night she dreamt of colorful magics, sheep, and little bent sticks that kept her from harm. In the morning she awoke full of anticipation. This day the little girl hopped down the road ready for a grand adventure! She picked up a twig and blasted imaginary beasts with imaginary bolts, defeating each one. Scrambling through the brush she paused then took a flying leap into the clearing to combat her next imaginary foe. Her leap took her right into the flank of a very, very large bear. Startled she fell back, the bear, also startled roared, bearing it’s teeth. As it advanced upon her she screamed, her arms out in front of her she wished with everything she had that it would just go away. The attack never came.

“Baaaa”

She looked up. A fuzzy black sheep wandered in front of her. Not taking the time to think about it she ran home. As she reached her cottage she collapsed to the ground, panting. She began to giggle. How did she do that!? She was giddy. Hopping back behind her house she laughed out loud as she peered into her family’s own sheep pen. She found her favorite sheep, Sheepy McSheeperson, and hugged it! What a wonderful day!


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As the little girl ran off the mage smiled to himself as he stepped out of the brush that concealed him. With little effort he finished off the bear and continued in his travels.
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Post by Vivimord » Mon Nov 30, 2015 5:18 am

((Originally posted by Zillakiyah.))

The young girl slept. In her dreams she wandered the forestwhere she had encountered the striking robed man years ago. This time though the forest was entirelyquiet. She wove through the trees trying to find her way home. The treestwisted and blocked her path, the sky darkened to black. An overwhelming dreadfell from the sky, crushing her with its weight. She ran blindly, stumblingthrough the underbrush. Ahead she saw a clearing and changed course to reachit. As she burst through her foot caught and she went sprawling. Panting theyoung girl looked back to see what stopped her. She cried out at the charredruined body still clutching the bent stick she now knew was called a wand.Dragging herself to her feet, the young girl ran on. She reached the edge ofthe clearing as the trees burst into flame. She dropped to her knees, sobbing.


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Young Nekatar slept fitfully. Sweat poured from herskin as the cottage burned around her. Flame dribbled from her fingertips andonly she was left untouched.

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The younggirl stared blankly ahead. Her Nana held her close giving her any comfort thatshe would take. It had been a week since she arrived at her nana’s house. Shesaid little and slept less. Each time she closed her eyes she saw her mother’scharred corpse amongst the ruins of her home. The only time she left he housewas when her nana took her to pick flowers.



Monthspassed and winter came. Winter was a time of quiet until a stranger stumbled intheir door. Her fingers were black with frostbite and her eyes were sunken inher skull. The young girls nana took pity on thing poor stranger and offeredthe use of her fire. The woman stayed for nearly a week, not once leaving thehouse. She stayed until the girl’s nana realized she was only getting worse,the black spreading despite the heat of the fire. She stank of death and wassent from the house, with the door locked behind her. The damage, however, wasdone. Nekatar had her own black spot.


The plague had come.
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Post by Vivimord » Mon Nov 30, 2015 5:18 am

((Originally posted by Zillakiyah.))

The old woman stumbled up the stairs leading to the once proud Lordaeron, burden heavy in her arms. When the guards caught up with her they held their swords to her throat and demanded she explain herself in their hideous Gutterspeak. Tears quietly made their way down her wrinkled face that was once more used to smiling than anything. She grimaced as the broken speech of the Forsaken tumbled from her lips. Haltingly she explained there was nothing else she could do, she asked for pity, and an apothecary. The guards smirked as their blade dug every so slightly further into this pathetic old woman’s flesh. She clutched the plague-ridden body she carried closer to her.



“ ‘s enough!” a voice demanded. The party in question, including the frightened old woman, looked to the doorway to find a tall blue-skinned Troll with shocking white hair and small snowflakes in her eyes.



“I dun know yer language but I know when some’un be askin fer ‘elp.” She’s not gon ta do any ‘arm. I can take ‘er where she needs ta go, ‘f anyting ‘appens ya take me fer it.



Looking rather disappointed the guards lowered their weapons and the old woman’s eyes shone with hope. The guards explained that she had asked for an apothecary, then, grumbling wandered back to their posts.



With a smile the Troll led the old woman up the stairs, stopping to offer her relief of her burden, despite its plague-worn appearance. Clutching the child even more tightly, her eyes shone fiercely as she wildly shook her head. The Troll smiled again and led the exhausted woman through the Under City, making sure that none hindered their progress.



They reached the Apothecary Quarter where the Troll led her to Apothecary Zinge. She explained what happened in the city above and told him this woman spoke Gutterspeak. She sat aside as the old woman stuttered her way through an explanation. The apothecary’s expression showed intrigue. Nodding his head he responded to her. The old woman looked pleased. The apothecary turned back to the Troll, and told her to take the woman back, if she pleased.



The old woman, finally released of her charge, cried openly as she took a last glimpse at her granddaughter’s frail body laid upon the operating table. She allowed herself to be lead away by the Troll, slumped in her exhaustion.
As they neared the door of the room she yelled back, first in common, then in Gutterspeak, “Her name is Nekatar!”







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Apothecary Zinge looked at the tiny human girl on his table. “Nekatar, hmm?” He mused. “So we have a name, now we need a body.”



He left the girl upon the table, leaving word she was
to be left until his return. He began his tiresome walk to the Deathknell where he would find himself a suitable corpse.
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Post by Vivimord » Mon Nov 30, 2015 5:18 am

((Originally posted by Zillakiyah.))

The undead sat up woozily. She looked around and nothing was familiar. She panicked. She jumped from the table scattering many blood stained instruments. As soon as her feet hit the ground she stumbled. Something was different. She lay on the floor, thinking. She felt bigger, she thought. She looked at her hands sprawled out in front of her. They were very pale. Not panicked anymore but just very confused she brought herself to her feet. Deciding she had better go find her Nana she wandered off.

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Zillakiyah watched as the now Forsaken girl wandered out of the protection of the Under City. Hiding in a crouch beside the stairs she hoped that little human girls liked shiny stones as much as little troll girls did. She tossed the stone out and asked the spirits to guide this child to the stone. She did not even have to ask, as the stone rolled to Nekatar’s feet she squealed, “Ooooh! A shiny rock!”
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