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MidReal Story
The Plague Dead
Scenario:As a deadly plague ravages the kingdom, five companions embark on a perilous journey to find an ancient cure. Along the way, they face unexpected challenges and discover the strength of their bond. The story weaves through moments of camaraderie, danger, and hope, culminating in a race against time to save their home.
Nico is an 18 year old human boy with black hair and 3 braids at the left side of his head and blue eyes. nico is an adventurer who likes to travel. he is an cheerfull boy but he can also be dead sirious. he fights with a elf made sword.
Jude is an 18 year old half blood elf with blonde hair and green eyes. he likes to travel. he is a sirious person. he fights with a bow.
Lina is an 16 year old ginger with a lot of freckels in her face. she fights with a katana. she has an relation wit Adara
Adara is an 17 year old elf with a dark skin and braids in her hair. she is a little bit of a lone wolf but that doesn't matter. she fights with 2 daggers.
Thymen is an 19 year old guy who is the big brother of Lina. he likes cooking. he can't really fight.
where: in a world of magic full of all the fantasy things you can think of
when: unknown
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Nico
He is an 18yearold human adventurer with braids and a blueeyed gaze. He is cheerful, brave, and travelcrazy. Nico carries an elfmade sword and enjoys exploring the world. He joins a quest to find a cure for a plague, meeting fellow adventurers Jude, Lina, and Adara. Along the way, he discovers hidden strengths and bonds with his companions, navigating treacherous landscapes and battling creatures to save their kingdom.
Adara
She is a 17yearold elf with dark skin and braids. She is reserved, loyal, and determined. Adara carries two daggers and joins the quest out of duty to her people who suffer from the plague. Her initial aloofness gradually gives way to camaraderie with her friends, showcasing her commitment to the journey. Adara's quiet strength supports the group's collective hope for a cure and their determination to save their kingdom from devastation.
Jude
He is an 18yearold halfelf archer with blonde hair and a serious demeanor. He is reliable, skilled, and protective. Jude fights with a bow and longsword, demonstrating his versatility as a warrior. As the group's de facto leader, he guides the journey to find the cure for the plague. Jude's relationships with his friends show his caring nature, particularly his close bond with Nico, which brings encouragement and support on their perilous quest.
I was Nico, an 18 year old human boy with black hair and 3 braids at the left side of my head.
My blue eyes sparkled as I looked at the horizon.
I loved to travel, to see new places, meet new people.
That's why I was called an adventurer.
I had an elf made sword with me, which I used to fight dangerous creatures.
I wasn't a knight, but I could fight.
"Hey Nico! We should leave already. The sun is high up already."
I heard Jude's voice behind me.
I turned around and saw him, an 18 year old half blood elf with blonde hair and green eyes.
He was serious, but he liked to travel just like me.
He fought with a bow and longsword.
I smiled as I saw him approach me.
"Yup, let's go. We have a long way to go."
We planned to go to an ancient temple where we would find a cure for the plague which was turning people into undead creatures.
We walked deeper into the forest as the sun shone brightly above us.
The leaves of the trees were a beautiful green, and the birds sang their sweet melodies.
The afternoon sun was shining brightly through the thick canopy of leaves above us.
The air was warm and humid, filled with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves.
We had been walking for hours, and we still had a long way to go before we reached our destination.
As we walked, we gathered fallen branches and dry leaves to start a fire later.
Our weapons were always close by, just in case we encountered any danger.
The forest was dense and dark, and we knew that there could be anything lurking in the shadows.
We came across a small clearing and decided to set up camp there for the night.
I cleared away the dead leaves and twigs while Jude arranged the stones in a circle to create a makeshift fireplace. I gathered some dry wood and kindling and placed them in the center of the circle.
Then, I took out my flint and steel from my backpack and struck them together to create sparks.
After a few attempts, I managed to ignite the kindling, and soon the fire was burning steadily.
Jude sat down next to me, his bow and quiver at his side.
We both knew that we had to be vigilant, even in the safety of our campsite.
As we sat there, I heard a twig snap in the darkness beyond our campsite.
I turned my head towards the sound, but I couldn't see anything moving in the shadows.
Jude nocked an arrow into his bow and aimed it towards the darkness.
I gripped my sword hilt tightly, ready to draw it if necessary. The rustling sound grew louder, and I could tell that whatever was making it was getting closer to our campsite.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness, its features illuminated by the flickering flames of our fire.
It was a woman with dark skin and braided hair that hung down her back like a waterfall of night.
She wore leather armor and carried twin daggers at her sides.
As she stepped closer to the light, I realized that it was Adara, our childhood friend who we thought had been lost forever.
Relief washed over me as she approached us, a smile on her face.
"Adara! Is that you?"
I called out to her, my voice filled with excitement.
She nodded and smiled, her eyes shining with happiness.
"It's me, Nico. I've been searching for you and Jude for so long."
She walked towards us and hugged me tightly.
I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, and I knew that she was safe now.
Jude lowered his bow and joined us by the fire.
We all sat down together, and Adara told us about her journey through the plagued lands.
Her voice was steady, but I could see the pain in her eyes as she spoke about the hardships she had faced. After Adara finished telling us about her journey, I shared stories of our travels through the forest.
I told her about the creatures we had encountered and the battles we had fought.
Jude chimed in with his own stories, and soon we were all laughing together like old times.
As we talked, Thymen prepared some food for us to eat.
As we sat around the fire, sharing stories and laughter, a distant howling pierced the night air.
I paused mid-sentence, my eyes locking onto Jude's as we both recognized the sound.
The howling grew louder, and soon we could hear the rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs as a troop of wolves emerged from the forest.
As the wolves approached, Jude and I quickly exchanged a glance.
We knew we had to act fast.
"Up the tree!"
I shouted, pointing to a nearby tree with low-hanging branches.
Adara nodded, and we all sprang into action.
I grabbed hold of a branch and pulled myself up, my elf-made sword secured at my side.
Jude followed close behind, his bow slung over his shoulder.
Adara reached for a branch, but her foot slipped on a patch of moss.
She lost her grip, and before we could react, she tumbled to the ground with a thud.
I froze, watching in horror as she landed hard on the forest floor.
The wolves, now mere yards away, snarled and circled her.
Jude swiftly nocked an arrow into his bow and aimed it at the nearest wolf.
I signaled to Jude my plan, pointing first at myself, then the wolves, and finally gesturing for him to get Adara.
He nodded, keeping his bow trained on the largest wolf.
Climbing down the opposite side of the tree, I drew my sword and slammed its pommel against my shield, creating a loud clang.
The wolves' heads snapped toward me, their yellow eyes gleaming in the darkness.
As they started circling me instead, Jude dropped from the tree behind them, helping Adara to her feet.
She winced, clutching her ankle.
"Can you run?" Jude asked, urgency lacing his voice.
Adara shook her head, grimacing.
"I'll manage, just keep them distracted," she replied, determination in her eyes despite the pain.
I keep banging my sword against my shield, backing away from the wolves while keeping eye contact with the largest one.
The pack splits, three wolves following me and two chasing after Jude and Adara.
Through the gaps in the trees, I see Jude half-carrying Adara deeper into the forest.
My heart pounds as I deliberately move in the opposite direction, drawing the larger group of wolves away from my injured friends.
The alpha wolf snaps at my legs, forcing me to jump back.
The alpha's teeth sink into my ankle before I can dodge, tearing through leather and flesh.
Pain shoots up my leg as I stumble backward, barely keeping my footing.
Blood seeps into my boot while the other wolves close in, emboldened by their leader's successful attack.
I swing my sword in a wide arc to keep them at bay, then turn and limp deeper into the forest.
Branches whip my face as I push through the undergrowth.
The wolves' panting grows louder behind me, but I refuse to look back.
I focus on each step, determined to lead them further away from Jude and Adara.
Gritting my teeth against the throbbing pain in my ankle, I spot a massive oak tree ahead.
Its low branches stretch out like arms, offering a chance at escape.
I lunge for the nearest limb, my fingers scraping against rough bark as I pull myself up.
The alpha wolf's jaws snap shut inches from my good foot.
I scramble higher, blood dripping down my leg, while the pack circles below.
The branch creaks under my weight.
I test each handhold carefully, climbing just high enough to be out of reach.
Perched in the oak tree, I scan the ground for anything I can use as a weapon.
A thick dead branch catches my eye, wedged in a fork above me.
I inch toward it, my injured ankle throbbing with each movement.
The wolves pace below, their yellow eyes tracking my every shift.
When my fingers close around the branch, I test its weight - heavy enough to hurt, light enough to throw.
The alpha wolf snarls up at me, exposing long fangs.
I test the dead branch's weight one final time, planning my throw.
The wind picks up, rustling leaves around me.
As I adjust my position on the oak limb, a powerful gust rocks the entire tree.
My injured ankle gives out, and my sweaty hands slip on the bark.
I reach for another branch, but only catch air.
The wolves' eager snarls grow louder as I feel myself falling backward.
The dead branch tumbles from my grasp, and my stomach lurches as I plummet toward the pack's waiting jaws.
"Hold on!" a voice shouts from below, and suddenly, a flash of silver slices through the air.
Jude emerges from the shadows, his dagger embedding itself in the alpha's side with deadly precision.
Adara appears beside him, her bow drawn, eyes fierce as she aims at the nearest wolf.
I hit the ground hard, rolling to protect my injured ankle.
The alpha wolf, blood matting its gray fur where Jude's dagger struck, whirls away from me to face this new threat.
Its muscles bunch as it launches at Jude, who barely manages to dodge the attack.
The other wolves hang back, watching their leader.
Adara's arrow whistles past, missing the alpha by mere inches as it snaps at Jude's leg.
I force myself up, gripping my sword with sweaty hands, and hobble toward them.
The alpha's yellow eyes track my movement while keeping Jude pinned against a tree trunk.
Gritting my teeth against the pain in my ankle, I force myself into a stumbling run.
The wolf's muscles tense as it senses my approach, but it doesn't turn from Jude, who remains pressed against the tree.
I grip my sword with both hands, the familiar weight steadying me despite my awkward gait.
The alpha's ear twitches at the sound of my uneven footsteps, but it's too late - I'm already within striking distance.
I swing my sword in a powerful arc, aiming for the wolf's exposed flank.
It yelps as the blade bites deep, and then it's gone, darting away from Jude.
The rest of the pack springs into action.
Two wolves lunge at me from opposite sides while a third charges Adara, knocking her bow aside.
I stumble on my injured ankle as I try to face both attackers at once.
Jude draws his dagger with his left hand while firing arrows with his right, but the wolves are too close for him to get a clear shot.
My back presses against Jude's as we form a defensive circle.
Adara scrambles for her fallen bow, but a wolf snaps at her reaching hand.
I grip my sword with trembling hands as sweat drips down my face.
The alpha wolf's blood stains the ground, but it still snarls at us with deadly intent.
My ankle screams in pain as I shift my weight, barely keeping my balance.
Behind me, I feel Jude's rapid breathing as he switches between bow and dagger, unable to aim properly in the chaos.
Adara crawls backward from the wolf snapping at her outstretched hand, her bow just out of reach.
When the alpha crouches to spring, I make the call.
"Fall back!" I shout, taking slow steps backward while keeping my sword pointed at the wolves.
Jude and I inch backward through the trees, my sword still aimed at the alpha.
I limp away from the wolves, my sword still raised as a barrier between us.
Jude and Adara follow closely, their faces tense with worry.
We reach a fork in the path, and I signal for them to stop.
"We need to split up," I say, my voice steady despite the pain in my ankle.
Jude nods, understanding the necessity.
He and Adara head into the dense woods together, while I take the opposite path.
The wolves hesitate, caught between the divided trails, as I disappear into the shadows.
I sprint through the dark forest, my ankle throbbing with each step.
I can hear the wolves behind me, and I know all five have chosen to follow me instead of Jude and Adara.
My boots slip on the wet leaves as I weave between trees, dodging low-hanging branches and leaping over roots.
The pack's snarls get closer and closer, and I know I can't outrun them for long.
I can feel the alpha's breath on my neck as it gains ground.
I duck under a fallen log, scraping my back against rough bark as I go.
The wolves leap over the log after me, their paws pounding against the earth as they close in.
My lungs burn as I push myself to run faster, but my ankle feels like it's about to give out at any moment.
Blood drips down my boot with each pounding step, leaving a crimson trail on the forest floor. The wolves are almost on top of me now, their snarls growing more vicious as they sense their prey within reach.
I can hear them panting behind me, their claws scrabbling against dirt and leaves as they chase me down.
I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up before they catch me.
I see a ravine up ahead and make a split-second decision.
I sprint into the ravine, my ankle screaming with pain as I leap down the rocky slope.
The wolves follow close behind, their paws clattering against the stones as they chase me deeper into the ravine.
Suddenly, I hear rocks tumbling down the ravine walls.
I look up to see boulders rolling toward me, and I dive under a small overhang just in time.
The avalanche hits, and I hear the wolves yelping as some of them get crushed or injured by the falling rocks.
Boulders crash against the ground all around me, sending dust flying into the air.
I curl up in a ball, covering my head with my arms as the rocks continue to fall.
Finally, the dust begins to settle, and I crawl out from under the overhang. Three wolves lie dead or injured on the ground, while two others retreat back up the ravine with their tails between their legs.
I limp through the dark forest, putting as much distance between myself and the ravine as possible.
My ankle throbs with each step, and I can still feel blood seeping through my boot.
After a while, I come across a fallen log beside a small stream.
I collapse onto the log and pull off my pack, rummaging through it for supplies.
I tear strips from my spare shirt to make bandages, then unlace my boot carefully.
The wolf's bite marks are deep but clean, and I can see the blood still oozing from the wounds.
I cup some water from the stream in my hands and wash the wounds gently, wincing at the sting.
Then I wrap the makeshift bandages tightly around my ankle, securing them with a knot.
I pull myself up using my sword as a crutch, testing my weight on the bandaged ankle.
The wrapping holds firm, but pain shoots up my leg with each step.
I hobble forward along the stream's edge, scanning the water for any signs of human activity.
My boots leave a trail of blood-tinged mud behind me.
After an hour of slow progress, I spot something promising - a wooden pole stuck in the riverbank with faded carvings on its surface.
I shuffle closer to examine it, hoping the markings might point to nearby settlements.
The carvings form an arrow, directing me toward a hidden path leading deeper into the forest.
I lean heavily on my sword as I follow the path, my ankle protesting with each step.
The trail winds between ancient trees, their gnarled branches reaching overhead like skeletal fingers.
More carved arrows appear on the trunks, their weathered symbols barely visible in the fading light.
My boot leaves spots of blood on fallen leaves as I limp forward.
A branch snaps somewhere in the forest, making me freeze in place.
I listen intently for any sign of movement, but there's only silence.
After a tense moment, I continue moving cautiously along the path.
The trees grow closer together here, casting long shadows that stretch across the ground.
I strain my eyes to see ahead, my vision blurring from blood loss and fatigue.
Suddenly, I see a glimmer of light up ahead - a moss-covered stone archway framing a clearing beyond.
I stumble through the archway into the moonlit clearing, my sword-crutch scraping against rock.
Blood drips steadily from my ankle bandages, leaving a trail behind me.
My arms shake from exhaustion as I try to keep my balance.
A twig snaps in the darkness and I freeze, hearing the soft pad of paws on leaves.
Yellow eyes appear between the trees - first two pairs, then four, then six.
The wolves emerge slowly from the shadows, different from the previous pack but just as hungry.
They form a wide circle around me, drawn by the scent of my blood.
"Stay back!" I shout, raising my sword defensively, though my voice trembles with fatigue.
I notice something strange about these wolves - their fur is matted in places, and festering wounds are visible on their flanks.
The sight sends a chill down my spine, but I force myself to focus.
"Back!"
I shout again, swinging my sword in a wide arc.
The wolves growl but keep their distance, their eyes fixed greedily on me.
One of them takes a cautious step forward, and I swing my sword at it.
The blade bites into its shoulder, making the wolf yelp in pain.
The others hesitate, momentarily backing away as their packmate limps away from me.
I take advantage of the reprieve to turn and limp toward the stone archway, using it as a barrier between me and the wolves.
My ankle throbs with each step, but I manage to stay upright.
As I reach the other side of the archway, I glance back to see the wolves sniffing around their wounded packmate. I know they won't stay away for long.
I start running again, ignoring the pain in my ankle.
"Wait!" a voice calls out from the shadows, startling me.
I limp toward the voice, my sword still at the ready.
A figure steps out from behind a tree, dressed in a long hooded cloak that conceals their features.
The figure carries a staff in one hand and gestures for me to stop.
"Please," the figure says in a low, raspy voice, "let me help you."
I hesitate, unsure if I can trust this stranger.
But the wolves are closing in again, and I'm not sure how much longer I can keep running.
"Okay," I say finally, lowering my sword slightly.
The figure nods and beckons me to follow them.
They lead me along a narrow path that winds deeper into the forest, using their staff to guide themselves through the darkness.
As we walk, I notice that the figure is an old woman with long white hair spilling out from under her hood.
She glances back at me occasionally, her eyes filled with concern.
"You're injured," she says after a while, nodding toward my ankle.
"I can see that. Let me help you."
I hesitate again, but she seems kind and genuinely concerned for my well-being.
"Okay," I say finally, allowing her to take my arm and lead me along the path. We walk for what feels like hours, the darkness pressing in around us.
The old woman moves slowly but steadily, using her staff to navigate the uneven terrain.
Eventually, we come across a clearing and I see a village in the distance - small wooden houses clustered together near a river.
"There," the old woman says, pointing toward the village.
"You'll find healers there who can help you."
I nod gratefully and start walking toward the village, leaning heavily on my sword as a crutch.
"Why did you help me?" I ask, glancing back at her as we approach the village.
The old woman pauses, her eyes softening. "Because once, someone helped me when I was lost and alone in these woods."
I nod, understanding the weight of her words.
I limp through the village gate, my makeshift bandages soaked red.
Villagers stop their evening activities to stare at my bloodied appearance.
A woman drops her water bucket and rushes over to support me as I stumble.
She speaks in a local dialect I barely understand, her words urgent and worried.
Two men in green robes emerge from a nearby hut, hurrying over to examine my ankle with gentle hands.
When I try to explain about the wolves, my voice cracks from exhaustion.
The healers exchange worried looks before helping me toward their hut.
Inside, herbs hang from the ceiling and strange bottles line the shelves.
"Rest here," one of the healers says softly, guiding me to a cot.
The other healer turns to the woman who helped me, speaking in hushed tones. "Tell the elders about the wolves; they shouldn't be this close to the village."
The woman nods, her eyes wide with concern. "I'll alert them immediately; we can't risk an attack."
The healers help me remove my boot, and I grit my teeth against the pain.
The older healer examines my ankle, her fingers probing the swollen flesh.
Deep puncture wounds from the wolf's teeth are surrounded by redness and pus.
She nods to her younger companion, who fetches a bowl of water and fresh bandages.
The older healer applies an herbal paste to my wounds, its stinging sensation making me grip the edges of the cot until my knuckles turn white.
The younger healer holds a cup of bitter-tasting medicine to my lips.
I drink it down, wincing at the flavor but knowing it will help.
As they wrap fresh bandages around my ankle, I start to feel lightheaded.
My vision blurs, and I hear the healers speaking in concerned tones.
The herbs must be numbing the pain, but they're also making me drowsy.
My limbs feel heavy, as if weighed down by stones.
"Stay with us," the older healer urges, her voice firm yet soothing.
I blink slowly, trying to focus on her face.
"There's something you need to know about those wolves," she continues, glancing at her younger companion.
Through my blurred vision, I see her gesture for the younger healer to bring a candle closer.
She points at my ankle, where dark veins are spreading from the bite marks.
The wrinkled skin around her eyes tightens with concern.
The younger healer gasps and steps back, her hand covering her mouth.
I fight against the medicine's drowsy effects, trying to stay alert.
"The plague has mutated," the older healer explains, her voice steady despite the worry in her eyes.
"It's not just affecting humans anymore. We've seen it in the forest creatures too."
She gestures for the younger healer to bring over a thick book filled with yellowed pages.
Flipping through them, she stops at an illustration of a leg with similar dark veins.
"These markings appeared on plague victims in the city before they turned," she explains, pointing at the drawing.
I lie on the cot, my vision blurring as the older healer applies more herbs to my ankle.
She shows me the dark veins spreading from the bite, explaining they resemble markings on plague victims.
As she flips through an old book with similar drawings, her worried expression deepens.
She tells me the plague has spread to forest creatures, including the wolves that attacked me.
The young assistant gives me another bitter medicine, and as I start to feel dizzy, the older healer solemnly reveals there is no cure for what's happening to me.
