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drawsblood) wrote2023-02-14 11:03 pm
drawsblood) wrote2023-02-14 11:03 pm
{ psl for choicely }
[ He tells himself he's used to being alone; that it's not loneliness, but solitude. It's better for everyone if he just stays away from people because there's no telling when the spell on his mind might flare up and he'll go into a rage. But the problem with that is he wants to be cured of this, and for that to happen, someone needs to cure him or at least point him in the direction of a cure. It means he has to interact with people at times in order to get information. Today is one such day, and after taking a potion that usually manages to keep the spell back, he asks around the nearest village for a magical healer. He's out of luck here, but Joric's luck is notoriously shitty so it doesn't surprise him.
Taking to the road, he heads off back into the wilderness. His thoughts drift to the potion he took and how he fears it's not as effective as it once was. Is he growing too used to it and it's no longer going to be enough in his travels? He hopes not, but again: shitty luck.
Joric's thoughts are interrupted by a disturbance up ahead. It sounds like a fight of some kind, and when he hears a woman's voice he slips his knapsack from his shoulder and draws his sword from his scabbard before rushing into a sprint to see what's going on. ]
Taking to the road, he heads off back into the wilderness. His thoughts drift to the potion he took and how he fears it's not as effective as it once was. Is he growing too used to it and it's no longer going to be enough in his travels? He hopes not, but again: shitty luck.
Joric's thoughts are interrupted by a disturbance up ahead. It sounds like a fight of some kind, and when he hears a woman's voice he slips his knapsack from his shoulder and draws his sword from his scabbard before rushing into a sprint to see what's going on. ]