ultimate_nerdslut
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Seek the water of life.
Long ago, miasma swallowed the world. Its very touch was fatal, and it claimed many lives. But we have since discovered a way to hold it at bay.
Crystals protect us from miasma. Smaller crystals now guard the villages of the world, while greater ones guard the cities. We all live our lives within the embrace of the crystals' blessing.
The power of the crystals is not limitless, however; it gradually diminishes over time. We must rekindle the crystals' radiance each year by purifying them with dew. In turn, they protect us from the miasma for another year.
But the dew required cannot be found just anywhere. We must seek it in the dank depths of dungeons, across forbidding mountains, even beyond the sea.
This task falls to groups of young men and women sent off each year by every town the world over. It is their duty to collect dew and bring it home. They are known as the crystal caravans.
This is the tale of one such caravan and its adventures.
Long ago, miasma swallowed the world. Its very touch was fatal, and it claimed many lives. But we have since discovered a way to hold it at bay.
Crystals protect us from miasma. Smaller crystals now guard the villages of the world, while greater ones guard the cities. We all live our lives within the embrace of the crystals' blessing.
The power of the crystals is not limitless, however; it gradually diminishes over time. We must rekindle the crystals' radiance each year by purifying them with dew. In turn, they protect us from the miasma for another year.
But the dew required cannot be found just anywhere. We must seek it in the dank depths of dungeons, across forbidding mountains, even beyond the sea.
This task falls to groups of young men and women sent off each year by every town the world over. It is their duty to collect dew and bring it home. They are known as the crystal caravans.
This is the tale of one such caravan and its adventures.
Erith was the adventuring sort of girl that had waited and waited for her chance to serve on the caravan to gather dew. There was finally an open spot for her and so she took it as her shot to prove she was a grown up at the young age of eighteen.
This was a small town and they only sent out one caravan and the eldest of the two decided to stay back and start a family leaving the challenge of finding a suitable replacement up to the town. After a series of sparring matches and endurance tests... Erith was chosen.
It was the morning they would set out to gather dew in the chalice, the sun had yet to rise and thought the ceremony was not supposed to take place until for another two hours the young woman sat on the fence nearest to the bridge that led out of town.
She sighed heavily, Erith had never thought that she would be nervous about leaving... but she was... She was surprised to hear someone out so early in he morning. Everyone had set up last night and most were trying to get their rest.
"Morning..." She called not looking back to see who it was.
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