A STORY FOR AVALI
This concerns characters from our pan-fandom journal RP; you will probably see more stories like this in the very immediate future
Koltira stumbled into the Hold’s courtyard, spilling blood from the wounds in his chest and stomach. He coughed, and more blood flecked his lips, spattering across his open palm. The Initiative had sent him to defend a village from its hostile neighbors, and he had done so successfully, but not without cost. The encroaching forces were small, but they had managed to construct several ballistae, which they put to devastating use throughout the conflict. Destroying these weapons was Koltira’s main priority, and he had torn them apart—but not before one of the enormous, powerful spears crunched right through his armor and the rest of his body. A hit like that would have instantly killed another man, so he had faked collapse until the battlefield cleared, soaking the grass with the thick, dark ichor that oozed from his injuries. His breastplate was cracked or broken off entirely in some places; the damage would take days to repair. But first he had to get home.
OH MY GOD LYN THIS STORY WAS SO LOVELY and aaaaahhhfgujhk so many RP feelings. Thank you for writing this I love it so muhuuhuuhuchhh.