An Old Man Wanders
Within Kelhoff estate at about one in the very morning, an elder was lying in bed. He was merely gazing up towards the ceiling, finding himself not able to shut his eyes and succumb to slumber. He soon had enough of simply awaiting for something which would not occur. Therefore, the Reverend brought both arms onto the linens rapped snugly around his bed, moving to give a large push. The Harhold grunted in pain as his bones gave a crackle, though still he continued to rise. Soon the old man brought his legs over to the bed side, both feet moving into two slippers, placed near the bed earlier. He grasped the handle of his cane, rising once more. He placed all his weight upon his feet, before leaning on his cane in order to gain support as he stood. The struggle had ended, though a new challenge was soon to come.
Steps. The bane of every elder's existence, and this certain elder had to face them. Aelfric gazed upon the flight of steps, succumbing to a sour expression which was soon plastered upon his visage. Though, driven by the pain of boredom, he descended his enemy. The former Aherne slowly made his way down the steps, emitting light huffs of exhaustion as he struggled down the staircase. Steps creaked as his weight was placed upon them, the Reverend moving cautiously down them as to attempt to not wake those who had already fallen into a deep sleep.
At the second set of stairs, beads of sweat formed upon the elder's forehead. The huffs he released had become even more constant as exhaustion overtook the old man.
He finally made it down the flights of stairs. The elder shuffled forth towards the door, moving to grasp the knob of the entrance. He gently turned it, before pulling the door towards him. He escaped to fresh air. As the man struggled along, he took in the scenery. The bright stars which served as a guide, lighting up the elder's path. The farm below and the trees surrounding the estate, which were made visible as the moon had shone upon them.
The Holy Man soon faced another challenger. It was once again, a staircase. Aelfric sighed in utter disappointment, before moving to now ascend the steps. He huffed and huffed as he made his way up, before finally reaching the top floor of one of the sections at Kelhoff. He shuffled towards his salvation. A seat. The Reverend grasped a novel along the way, before easing onto the cushions. He gazed out of the open deck, soon looking down towards the book. He opened it, beginning to read. He was no longer plagued by boredom.
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Early in the morning, when the sun was rising and illuminating the once black sky with red and orange colors, Aelfric had seemed to finally have fallen asleep, his head dangling from the side of the chair as he snored loudly from the top floor, soon to be found by a servant alerting him that breakfast was set upon the table.
{\<-!OOC!->/}
Heya! Was reading through all of the great lore stories in this section and I thought I'd make one myself about my character Aelfric's adventure through the night. Apologies if it might seem boring or something like that. Just had the urge to write and this was all I could think up, aha. Hope you enjoyed reading it and happy roleplaying!
Heya! Was reading through all of the great lore stories in this section and I thought I'd make one myself about my character Aelfric's adventure through the night. Apologies if it might seem boring or something like that. Just had the urge to write and this was all I could think up, aha. Hope you enjoyed reading it and happy roleplaying!
