Post by Faeryl Tyr'athem on Feb 21, 2014 19:22:29 GMT -5
Despite her determination to overcome the illness that had been ravaging her body for weeks, Faeryl knew she was fighting a losing battle. Day by day, hour by excruciatingly long hour, she could feel what little strength remained slowly ebbing away in the ever shortening stretches of awareness before her mind would drift into another pain and fever enduced haze.
The pain had been tolerable until nearly a week prior, when she had finally been forced to pay her price and was stripped of her magic. The sheer agony it had caused had left her almost entirely confined to her bed, and from there, the symptoms of the plague had exacerbated; her fever spiked, the abdominal pains became constant and nauseating, and she had begun to vomit frequently.
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Earlier in the evening, Faeryl had summoned the little stength she had remaining and made the long trip to the Marsh Hall in Vesper to see her friends. They had encountered the gargoyle, Forbrak, who had claimed to have one final task to complete. She had been struck by one of the gargoyle's potions, yet it hadn't seemed to cause much damage, and when the gargoyle was killed, she quickly forgot about it and continued to enjoy the rare outing as much as possible, until she slipped into another daze. When Zoe finally snapped her out of it, many had left, and feeling confused and run down, she decided to return home.
Later that night, Faeryl rolled onto her back with a quiet groan, breathing hard. She had stopped eating days ago, much to the dismay of the young woman, Primrose. Yet her body continued trying to force up something that wasn't there. Thinking that some tea might settle her stomach, but not wanting to wake Primrose, Faeryl weakly tried to push herself to sit up. However, a sudden overwhelming wave of dizziness struck and as her arms gave out from under her, she collapsed into darkness.
The pain had been tolerable until nearly a week prior, when she had finally been forced to pay her price and was stripped of her magic. The sheer agony it had caused had left her almost entirely confined to her bed, and from there, the symptoms of the plague had exacerbated; her fever spiked, the abdominal pains became constant and nauseating, and she had begun to vomit frequently.
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Earlier in the evening, Faeryl had summoned the little stength she had remaining and made the long trip to the Marsh Hall in Vesper to see her friends. They had encountered the gargoyle, Forbrak, who had claimed to have one final task to complete. She had been struck by one of the gargoyle's potions, yet it hadn't seemed to cause much damage, and when the gargoyle was killed, she quickly forgot about it and continued to enjoy the rare outing as much as possible, until she slipped into another daze. When Zoe finally snapped her out of it, many had left, and feeling confused and run down, she decided to return home.
Later that night, Faeryl rolled onto her back with a quiet groan, breathing hard. She had stopped eating days ago, much to the dismay of the young woman, Primrose. Yet her body continued trying to force up something that wasn't there. Thinking that some tea might settle her stomach, but not wanting to wake Primrose, Faeryl weakly tried to push herself to sit up. However, a sudden overwhelming wave of dizziness struck and as her arms gave out from under her, she collapsed into darkness.