Maintaining Balance [RPG]

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[ If you would like to sign up, you can do here. The remaining people can take any roles in the normal section. Please do not post here, unless you have signed up. Also, I forgot to mention stuff, so the entities do know each other, obvious, but I thought I would mention it just in case. ]

Every day had been the same, or so it had seemed. Hannah got covered with more and more dirt, creating many brown smudges across her face. Her hands were covered in filth and dust and her beige shirt was a lot worst. Hannah hadn't really cared much about the dirt that mucked her face, hands and any other part of that wasn't covered up, but she knew it could make her sick. Hannah was tough, but knew that it was best she worked with clean hands. So as she sat in front of the small pond, she dipped her hands into the cold water, washing the dirt off. After a few minutes of cleaning, her hands were clean, or at least as clean as they could get.

She reached back, grabbing a small cloth to wash her face. The cloth itself was already grubby, but a simple and quick dip in the water would fix that. Hannah worked fast, dipping the cloth into the water until all the dirt dissipated from its surface. When it cleaned, she brought it too her face, washing it until she felt her face was no longer filthy. Hannah rung out the cloth until it was fairly dry before shoving it back in her bag. Hannah then slung it back over her shoulders, shoving the pickaxe in the strap on the back of her bag. Making sure her old pickaxe was comfortable between her back and bag. The pickaxe was dirty, but she whipped the remaining dirt on her pants, appreciating that they won't nearly as filthy. When she finally finished packing, she turned away from the pond to head back to camp.

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    The healer shuffled into her little nature den, which was barely large enough for her to bend over and waddle through. But it did it's job. Amber had woven in the fresh saplings and thin branches into the small fortress herself, lining the outside with thorns - during which she received more injuries by little points than she could count - and the inside with down, stuffed into the tiny crevices to keep it from floating all over the small room. The moss floors did well as a natural carpet and silenced Amber's footsteps inside
    Along the side of the room was a shallow shelf, where small satchels or boxes sat in isolation with each other. Amber's herb supply was meager and she knew it. It was important that she gather more before an inevitable battle.
    At the farthest end of the room, hidden under a moss-covered trapdoor and an inch of soil was a large square metal box. It's contents, potions of several degrees, were the worms in comparison to the world's molecules of dust.
    Amber shuffled down the aisle, eyeing each little bag or box of herb as though it were a prisoner sent for inspection. There were hundreds of little boxes and bags, but most of the contents had diminished.
    Finally, the knowledged healer arrived at a satchel that looked exactly like the others. But of course, Amber knew exactly what it was; snake teeth.
    She took the bag lovingly, wary of the thin fabric separating her from needle-sharp teeth of death. As Amber emerged, she could have sworn she saw a little figure approaching the camp, and grinned. Hanna was someone Amber enjoyed working with. The miner resided around hard work, rather than knowledge, which was desperately needed for the sake of the others' protection. And if the TimeKeeper decided to go more berserk then he must have already been, they'd need Hanna to help hold him still while a potion or herb remedy was administered.
    Smiling, after arching her back, Amber lazily wandered over to a log that surrounded a fire pit and set the teeth beside her feet. The healer blinked her pine-green eyes, staring at the fire pit as though someone had just said it was an herb; hope. Amber blinked, suddenly realising just how exhausted she was. Pulling her long brown hair that was tied in a neat bun and unwound the hair. It took thirty seconds or so, but Amber finally felt like she had some freedom from having it tied back. It she hadn't, she would have been tripping over it in the storage room.
    After brushing her hair through with her fingers, Amber began looping it into a french braid. Her hair, when loose and she was standing up, came down to her knees, and even when it was in a braid, it came down to her waist.

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[ ... No one else is posting so I will just reply then. ]

Hannah's backpack swayed as she moved, making small rustling noises, but these noises always bugged her. She had advanced hearing and at times her stomach ached with worry. The darkness was probably searching for them now and hearing the rustle of her bag made her stomach ache with a nervous feeling. As she wandered through the few trees, her eyes shifting until she reached a clearing where a small fire flickered in the center. It was almost morning, but like most mornings it was a little cold. Her eyes drifted along, looking at each log, but she only saw Amber Sorrel, the healer. She had a sigh of relief when she saw that at least someone was awake.

"Thank the gods that someone else around here is awake." Hannah said happily. A small smile came across her lips as she sat down onto one of the logs. Hannah yawned, stretching her arms up until she heard a satisfying crack. Hannah was use to waking up early and stretching, she was a miner after all and getting up around sunrise was a good time to start the day. Although mining right now was the last thing on her agenda a the movement, but she knew the time would come when she could return to the caves and the heavenly darkness. Even though she had night vision, she liked the dark, making her excited for the fight to be over.

With her mind stuck in the fantasy of caves and precious ores, her arm reached back, grabbing the iron pickaxe that had been strapped to her back. Her fingers touched the cool metal surface carefully, and just that made her heart beat with happiness. "I can't wait 'till this is over, 'cause then I can return to mining with no worried about being ambushed by anything that uses dark magic." Hannah said cheerfully.

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    Amber grinned, brushing a flake of ash off her black leggings. She was going to point out that she was about to go herb gathering, seeing as she was low, but she didn't want to worry the miner since the healer was often a target, seeing as she kept the injuries they all received in check. There was little doubt for Amber that the dark people had weapons ready for her to leave camp alone.
    "Well, I must agree. Making potions can be a time consuming effort, especially when you're always doing it. I must say, I never get the chance to experiment," Amber replied, picking green leave residue from under her nails. "But then we have you, the most hard-working person I've ever met. Maybe when this is all over you'll get the break you deserve."


|Just want to remind Shadow and Redkit that the RPG is up|

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[ I have waited for a decent amount of time for the others to join, so if Shadow and Redkit don't join in by tomorrow, the roles Executioner and Timeskeeper will be up for grabs again. No hard feelings, but I did ask for active players and I would prefer if the RP didn't die when it has barely started. ]

Hannah nodded in agreement that making potions had to consume a majority of the healer's time. There wasn't much room to try new recipes with all that has happened. In fact, finding new ores seem to be a trouble for Hannah, and was something she wanted to learn. When a compliment came, Hannah smiled, she had to appreciate that she was called hard-working. "Well we all have to contribute and when this is all over, I am heading out to find a job where I can mine. The caves are pretty much my home, so its the best place for me to go." Hannah said.

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    "Of course, that only makes sense," Amber replied, rather fond of the idea of everything just being over. "I think I'll be returning to the deeper forest again, scout out a good cave to reside it. Ahh, won't the cease days of destruction be marvelous?" Amber couldn't help but wonder: Would she and the other three entities still find companionship, even if one was crazy? And mostly, would this nightmare ever end?
    "Perhaps I should gather more herbs soon. I'm a little low on stock," the healer noted, gazing into the forest (? Assuming that's where they are). Amber was also one to get sidetracking in conversations easily. Oh well. "Say, don't take this the wrong way, and it's probably just because I don't work in the mines, but what fun is there in mining?" Of course, she also enjoyed turning conversations around on others so she didn't feel like a spotlight.