Mercies’ Chopping Therapy

Mercies is out in the woods chopping lumber for use to defend the Fortress. You don’t think those weapons supply their own ammunition, do you?

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Category: Towns
Topic: Ta’Vaalor

Date: 02/07/2017 06:00 PM CST

From: MORRIGAN3

Subj: Therapy Session

The axe heavy in her hands the sting racing up her arms from the repeated swings, one strike after the other. She continued to help Lord Ty’Soru and Master Jharvis chop the trees into logs and bless them, to use against the undead hordes that continue to assault the Fortress.

Heavily in thought as she strikes the tree with her axe, her mind wanders back to the moment she was crawling out from under the rubble of her family shop. That moment when she was tasked to know life and give life. “To know life is to know one’s self she thought, I do not know myself”. Her eyes close for a moment as she felt the axe strike and stick into the tree. Mother and father always said hard work and the willingness to push boundaries will pay off.
“I work hard and I tend to push a lot of boundaries”. Sighing to herself she opens her eyes and pulls her axe from the tree. One, two, three strikes to the tree.

Mercies halts her attack on the tree to bless and stack logs that were littering the ground. Her eyes dart to Jharvis who without him she would not be standing here now. He found her wandering the streets of Ravelin fumbling to learn how to use a weapon and teach herself new spells from her books. A loner one would say. “I guess he sees something in me? Something I do not see myself.” She was grateful for him, more then he will ever know. For the life he handed her. life full of people she is growing to care for, a life of Galas, gowns and whatever else she is whisked away to do. Then her eyes dart toward the one most know as Legaci. Master Jharvis’s employer who he promptly introduced her to, a man she now works very close with. “One who frustrates and drive me to the brink of to many emotions. Why, I have no idea but there is just something about him. Something in those nearly translucent frost blue eyes that holds me. Keeps me focused.” Mercies shakes her head and returns to the trees.

One, two, three strikes to the tree “SNAP” you hear as the tree comes crashing down. One after the other, more arrived to assist us in cutting down the trees. The company has drawn her out of her own head. Allowing her attention to go toward sharpening the logs and getting them moved into the ballista.

Stretching up on her tiptoes, her arms high in the air “That is it, that is the last for me tonight.
Mercies glance over toward Legaci and Jharvis “A hot bath and a bottle of bourbon is calling my name.” Her arms ached and stung, she could barely hold the axe anymore.

After taking the rest of the sharpened logs back and staking them with the others Mercies quickly makes her way to the Tavern. With haste she orders her bottle of bourbon and heads off toward home. Click goes the sound of the door unlocking. She opens the door stepping in and just as quickly shutting the door behind her. Mercies pauses looking around her home as she thought. “So happy tonight was quite, the town able to rest and recoup from the massive assaults we have been undertaking.” Moving into her kitchen she grabs a glass along with the matches out of the drawer and heads off into her washroom.