Paint The Wind
gay
It had been 5 years since Amos had taken over the world and tried to destroy it. 5 years since Alreos brought Amos to the ground. And in these 5 years Alreos turned. He became bent on purifying the world of any who spoke out against him, or he even suspected of being against him. Thus a new "Inquisition" was created. Anyone suspected of being a traitor was tortured to death on the spot, loved ones of the victim often forced to watch.
Arabelle had been watching helplessly as the world fell back into the chaos she had sacrificed so much to protect. The 27 year old had gone through a lot since the group of adventurers had disbanded and gone their separate ways. Arabelle and Leon found a modest little cottage but after only a year of being together the people who had lost those loved ones killed on his orders found him and killed him in front of a restrained Arabelle. She depended completely on Sakaga, needing her for comfort and to keep her depression from taking her life.
Arabelle had sent letters out to all of the old adventurers to see if any of them would join her in trying to restore the world to balance. She was now sitting in a bar, waiting for any of them to show up. She didn't expect a huge turnout. She was sipping a beer, her crutch that Tyr had made her all those years ago leaned against the bar. She had adjusted to life without a leg, the strange looks, the pity, the discrimination.
Arabelle had been watching helplessly as the world fell back into the chaos she had sacrificed so much to protect. The 27 year old had gone through a lot since the group of adventurers had disbanded and gone their separate ways. Arabelle and Leon found a modest little cottage but after only a year of being together the people who had lost those loved ones killed on his orders found him and killed him in front of a restrained Arabelle. She depended completely on Sakaga, needing her for comfort and to keep her depression from taking her life.
Arabelle had sent letters out to all of the old adventurers to see if any of them would join her in trying to restore the world to balance. She was now sitting in a bar, waiting for any of them to show up. She didn't expect a huge turnout. She was sipping a beer, her crutch that Tyr had made her all those years ago leaned against the bar. She had adjusted to life without a leg, the strange looks, the pity, the discrimination.