Under a Maudlin Sky

The horrors may be over but the wounds are still fresh

6th of Vhalar 716

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Symbri
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Under a Maudlin Sky

6th of Vhalar, 716.

The cold rains of the harvest season, forebearers of coming darkness and cold. standing beneath the awning in front of her house Symbri stood, a steaming cup of tea in her hand. watching the rain fall Symbri breathed in the heavy scent that accompanies a good long rain, it's both a clean, and musky scent she thought.

Rain is something so easy to take for granted after all. But it is vital to the Survival of everything, a farm cannot exist without water, nor can people, it is necessary to the survival of everything, from stalks of wheat, to the great beasts of the forest, without water, none could exist, and yet, people so easily walk these city streets, cursing the rain for inconveniencing them, mad that they've muddied there boots. They do not think once to thank the sky for its' gift of life to them.

Frowning Symbri Sipped her tea before looking back to the sky. It was gray, in some ways it's a somber and foreboding color, and such a color suited the city before her. Ne'Haer was not what it once was, there were buildings that had burned when the monsters had attacked, traces of rubble still littered streets the faces of people passing by were still haggard and tried, fresh with the memories of unspeakable horrors. Nearly nobody in the city didn't know or was related to someone who had died do to the shadows.

The shadows were something else, something that Symbri had no pretense for. For a moment she wondered if they too needed water like she did. She wasn't so sure that they did, they seemed content to kill for the sake of violence, corpses weren't consumed by the beasts, blood was not drank. the beasts had baptised the city and blood and fire, and the immortals, had stood buy as a city that so reverently adored them nearly collapsed under their dark siege.

A drop of lain landed in Symbri's tea as she thought distracting her for a moment, the drop cased the sediment at the bottom of the cup to swirl for a moment disturbed by the single drop, the entirety of the liquid rippled for a moment before again growing still. Sighing Symbri again gazed at the sky. With very little much can be done she thought. Smiling ruefully Symbri had to admit that their was some solace in such a thought, she was very little in the grand scheme of things after all, but even she had taken a stand in the face of what had happened within the city. Symbri didn't crave power, and positions of leadership and power seemed distasteful to her, but it seemed so few had courage anymore, children abandoned by parents and acts of cowardice that Symbri thought unthinkable had taken place in the city, in some ways it made Symbri wonder if some people were worse monsters than shadows ever had been.

Then she heard it, a thundering crack of lightning, followed by a crash and screams. The cup fell from her hand running the girl came to a horrifying scene a building with foundations weakened by fire and damages during the siege had collapsed. An old man lay on the ground before the house a thick support beam lay across his back Crushing him into the Ground. Onlookers stared in Horror but not a damned one of them had made a move to help, like sheep before a wolf they stood frozen in fear unsure of what to do.

A cold fury formed like a hard ball in her stomach these damned people so hung up on their immorals that they can't operate without them. Running to the man Symbri Wrapped her arms about the beam ad let out a pained groan as she tried to lift the heavy burden.

"HELP ME DAMN IT!"

The people who stood about in the storm all looked about fearfully, as if one of the shadowy beasts had caused this and might strike out at them next, more concerned with their own lives than they were with the lives of their fellow men, it was selfish, but fear ruled their hearts and they could not be shaken so easily. Grunting and Heaving Symbri got her Shoulder under the beam and used all the strength in her legs to lift. Her body was shaking with effort as the rain pelted down on her, the exertion making her sweat so hard that in the cool air steam came off of her skin.

As she was forcing the board open the sheep...people around, stared as if it was some foreign concept to act before the city guard showed and took care of it. A warmth began to flow down her arm, looking over Symbri saw blood poor from her shoulder where the splintered beam was cutting into her flesh. Grunting Symbri held back the pain, if she submitted to it, and dropped the beam she was lifting the old man would die.

"Old man! Can you hear me? I need you to crawl if you can. I'll hold this beam for as long as I can."

The man stirred and trembled as his arms moved to pull himself out, but when the man looked at her, his nearly glazed eyes and trembling voice nearly broke her hope, the man wasn't going to be getting out without aid.

"I-I can't feel my legs.... My.. My grandson... he's still in the house.... is.... is... he ok"

Something had to be done, Symbri could feel her strength waning but could not give up... could she save him... and his grandson? Or was she as useless as the rest of this city.
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No... She was not...

Help wouldn't arrive, it couldn't arrive, she was all there was, humans... no.. human's Biqaj, all sentient races... they all had the same failings, they cared more for themselves than others, compassion was a rare quality that was so often taken advantage of in the world, snuffed out... destroyed. Or those who possessed it burned themselves to ashes trying to share it with the world. Maybe she'd burn out too, the pain in her shoulder certainly seemed to be suggesting such a fate.

However... today was not going to be that day, forcing her trembling limbs into action the girl began to again lift, a thin veil of steam pouring off her skin as she exerted herself in the cool rain. Shivers wracked her body as it was soaked by the fall rain, and yet, she felt stronger than she'd ever felt before, ignoring pain she lifted the beam just enough, and with her free hand pulled the elderly man ever so slowly out from the would be tomb that had been his home. But as he came free she felt it, her body giving out, and as the beam sank to crush her, her frame finally sagging under the wait she felt it, another hand on her own, a grunt of exertion beside her, a stranger grinned down at her as he joined her in lifting the beam, then a woman approached, one by one the bystanders who's eyes had been filled with fear, slowly came to, all willing to lend a hand, it wasn't for bravery Symbri thought, they helped not out of goodwill, but shame.

But, if shame was what it would take to mobilize people, then that would be her tool, she would force people to see their own failures, force them to feel the weight of humanity and with her, work together to save lives. But, now was not the time to think, work still needed to be done before she succumbed to the strain she was putting her body under, they'd freed the man, but there was still a boy under the rubble to save.

Stone by stone and splinter by splinter the rubble was cleared away, time seemed irrelevant as the now huddled mass worked together to clear away the debris, the dull rain never ceased its light deluge casting the grim work in an even darker light, few words were exchanged by the group, all of them hollow eyed as she was, she had become some sort of de-facto leader of the small group and as long as she toiled away so too did the others. After some time, an arm was seen in the rubble and with a more agitated feverish pace he was cleared and pulled free from the rubble.

Laying the boy next to his grandfather Symbri placed her ear to his chest and heard the faint sound of a fluttering heart, they'd managed to save the boy but it was a pyrrhic victory, all around were grim faces, and Symbri realized it was her own fault, she'd forced her will upon these people by cruel methods, and while they'd obeyed, there was no pleasantness in the victory.

She couldn't let it end this way, even as the boy and old man were taken to healers, the silence that hung over the small militia was more painful for Symbri than the threat of the shadow monsters, she felt terrible, physically... and mentally. She had to say something... anything to deafen the silence.

"today... today was a victory together we proved... that we are more than the beasts that attack us.. we saved two lives today... so, we can be proud, that we can do more than fight, do more than survive, there's more to us, than this war, we won't fall here, a time is going to come when we can again return to lives we once lead, so, please, please, please don't give up, we need to depend on each other, if we continue to fight for eachother like we have today, then we can win this war. so, keep on fighting. "


With that Symbri began the shaky walk home, her goal to catch a little rest in her home. Walking up the steps to her apartment the girl opened her door and smiled at the warmth that was her home, closing the door behind her falling on her couch, Symbri fell into a deep sleep, her body healing itself after the rough day but more so than that her mind began the process of healing itself as well, she'd made the mistake for a moment, of forgetting she was only human, but so was everyone else, she might be able to see past fear a little better than some, but id she couldn't share it, then she was no better than the others. Ne'haer would survive, so long as they held onto hope, and defended their city, and each other. It was no longer just a war of flesh, but a war of the spirit. Armor might protect the skin, but so to did the mind need protection, she just needed to figure out how... after she got some sleep that was.
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Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 0/ 5 (solo thread)
Structure: 4/5
Knowledge:

Psychology: Fear paralyses.
Strength: Lifting heavy beams
Leadership: Sometimes, you have to shout.
Leadership: Manipulating emotions.
Endurance: Keeping going, even when you're exhausted.

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+2 (2 x good deeds)
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General comments.
Story An interesting story - I'm intrigued by how you portray the NPCs, really interesting! Good pace, no issues!
Structure Your structure improves so much as you make your way through the thread! In your first post there are a number of grammatical errors. I know that a lot of these have now been dealt with in your writing - which has improved enormously, but you should still go back and edit your writing before you submit it for review.
Examples include:
"... darkness and cold. standing beneath" and "hand. watching" ~ missing capital letters
"But it is vital to the Survival" and " Symbri Sipped her tea before"~ random capital letters in the middle of a sentence.
" that they've muddied there boots." and "A drop of lain landed" ~ misspelling of words.
Your writing in later posts is much, much improved, but these were sufficient that they warrant losing one point. Remember, even if some of the posts in a thread are old, especially a solo, you can go back and edit them.



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