10-02-2013, 11:44 AM
I wrote this as an example of a RP story on another server and thought I would post it here as well. A simple story that I used to give a better idea of who Skaenmoen is.
-----------------------A Favor for a stranger----------------------------------
      The tavern was ill lit that night. The large bay windows held nothing but dull reflections of the deep overcast skies, blocking any and all light from the beloved moon, Menphina. Scattered were small gatherings of patrons spread about the place, all huddled at their respective tables and absorbed in their own affairs. The weathered front door opened slowly and in walked a extremely tall and pale female Roegadyn. She peered in and straightened her tunic as she made her way into the tavern. Her height alone gathered a few looks from the patrrons as she strode pas their tables attempting to project as much confidence as she could. Her outfit was simple, but clean and neat, which alone marked her as an outsider. She walked up to the barkeep with a gentle smile on her face and leaned in to speak in hushed tones, "My name is Skaenmoen. I'm from Limsa Lominsa, Captain Eifaren sent me." A look of relief spread across the old barkeep's face and he looked up into the Roegadyn's eyes with hope. "Yes, yes of course. I wasn't sure the Captain would send someone."
"You have good friends and I hear you are a good man. I came as soon as I could. Please, where is she?"
       The man nodded and guided the young Roegadyn to the back rooms where he and his family lived. Obviously not built for one of her size, Skaenmoen had to duck beneath the doorways as she was lead to a small chamber near the rear of the building. There in the dark and dusty room laid a small midlander child, no older than seven or so. She was bundled up in homespun blankets with a damp cloth on her head and bandages wrapped up the girl's leg. The bandages were old and dirty, the wound having bled through staining them. A miasma hung in the air, tainting it and giving a bitter taste on the tongue. Skaenmoen knelt beside the child's bed and slowly removed the bandages from her leg. The little girl moaned and grimaced in pain as the final bandage was peeled from the wound. "Good sir, hold her hand. What is her name?"
      The barkeep nodded and mosed to the other side of the bed and grabbed her hand, as his eyes began to water up he stated, "Annabelle, her name is Annabelle. She is my only daughter . . please save her. Ple . . ."
"Don't worry, she will be fine. I can treat the wound and the infection."
      The barkeep nodded with tears in his eyes. Skaenmoen pulled out her ash wand from her traveling pouch and placed her hand on the girl's forehead. "It will be okay Annabelle. Your father is here and I will help make you better." Light began to shine from the wand as the Roegadyn closed her eyes and began to focus on the engergies of nature and healing. Soon a slight flash illuminated the room and with it the miasma passed, filling the room with fresh air. The wound took on a more healthy look and any sign of infection was removed. Again Skaemoen allowed herself to feel the flow of nature and to have it pass through her as she help her wand above the girl's leg. Another flash of light filled the room and when it was done the girl's leg was as good as new. Annabelle sat up with a smile on her face, no longer pained by her injury or made ill from its infection. The girl dove at her father and embraced him as tightly as she could. Tears fell from the man's face as he held his daughter equally tight. As the Roegadyn made her way out the room the man caught her gaze and silently mouthed his thanks. Skaenmoen closed the door and made her way out of the dark little tavern and headed back home with a slight smile on her face. As she looked up she saw the light of Menphina had managed to pierce the overcast skies, lighting the way as she walked.
-----------------------A Favor for a stranger----------------------------------
      The tavern was ill lit that night. The large bay windows held nothing but dull reflections of the deep overcast skies, blocking any and all light from the beloved moon, Menphina. Scattered were small gatherings of patrons spread about the place, all huddled at their respective tables and absorbed in their own affairs. The weathered front door opened slowly and in walked a extremely tall and pale female Roegadyn. She peered in and straightened her tunic as she made her way into the tavern. Her height alone gathered a few looks from the patrrons as she strode pas their tables attempting to project as much confidence as she could. Her outfit was simple, but clean and neat, which alone marked her as an outsider. She walked up to the barkeep with a gentle smile on her face and leaned in to speak in hushed tones, "My name is Skaenmoen. I'm from Limsa Lominsa, Captain Eifaren sent me." A look of relief spread across the old barkeep's face and he looked up into the Roegadyn's eyes with hope. "Yes, yes of course. I wasn't sure the Captain would send someone."
"You have good friends and I hear you are a good man. I came as soon as I could. Please, where is she?"
       The man nodded and guided the young Roegadyn to the back rooms where he and his family lived. Obviously not built for one of her size, Skaenmoen had to duck beneath the doorways as she was lead to a small chamber near the rear of the building. There in the dark and dusty room laid a small midlander child, no older than seven or so. She was bundled up in homespun blankets with a damp cloth on her head and bandages wrapped up the girl's leg. The bandages were old and dirty, the wound having bled through staining them. A miasma hung in the air, tainting it and giving a bitter taste on the tongue. Skaenmoen knelt beside the child's bed and slowly removed the bandages from her leg. The little girl moaned and grimaced in pain as the final bandage was peeled from the wound. "Good sir, hold her hand. What is her name?"
      The barkeep nodded and mosed to the other side of the bed and grabbed her hand, as his eyes began to water up he stated, "Annabelle, her name is Annabelle. She is my only daughter . . please save her. Ple . . ."
"Don't worry, she will be fine. I can treat the wound and the infection."
      The barkeep nodded with tears in his eyes. Skaenmoen pulled out her ash wand from her traveling pouch and placed her hand on the girl's forehead. "It will be okay Annabelle. Your father is here and I will help make you better." Light began to shine from the wand as the Roegadyn closed her eyes and began to focus on the engergies of nature and healing. Soon a slight flash illuminated the room and with it the miasma passed, filling the room with fresh air. The wound took on a more healthy look and any sign of infection was removed. Again Skaemoen allowed herself to feel the flow of nature and to have it pass through her as she help her wand above the girl's leg. Another flash of light filled the room and when it was done the girl's leg was as good as new. Annabelle sat up with a smile on her face, no longer pained by her injury or made ill from its infection. The girl dove at her father and embraced him as tightly as she could. Tears fell from the man's face as he held his daughter equally tight. As the Roegadyn made her way out the room the man caught her gaze and silently mouthed his thanks. Skaenmoen closed the door and made her way out of the dark little tavern and headed back home with a slight smile on her face. As she looked up she saw the light of Menphina had managed to pierce the overcast skies, lighting the way as she walked.