Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-26944251-20150713074030

Aryssil rushed through the door of her home as she heard her mother shout for her. "Aryssil, father wants you!" she called down.

Aryssil walked up the stairs and entered her fathers room. It was smelly, and dusty, her father lay sick on the bed. He turned his head towards her and coughed, "Hello, my little spellcaster."

Aryssil ran up and gave her father a bear hug, she hadn't seen him for days, her mother said she would catch his illness. Her father couldn't speak, move, or eat. Aryssil's mother would occasionally get some water between his parched lips.

"I nee-" he coughed, "I need you to get your brothers. They have been out hunting for too long, they should be back by now. They will be around here somwehere, I made them promise to not go too far out."

"Ok, father." She replied, kissing him on his wrinkled forehead. Aryssil straightened up his blanket before she walked from the room. Her mother handed her a brown travelling cloak before she left.

The sun was setting, she would have to be quick.