Le Craint Family/Emyhr le Craint/The Life of a Hero

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Emyhr adopted the lifestyle of a hero fairly early into her career as a noble. Serving on the frontlines of Luria Nova during the times of the invasions would send many warriors running. Emyhr was different. His sense of justice and willingness to fight and protect the people made him a natural hero. These are the tales of his life as a hero:

((OOC: Many of my earlier RPs have been lost before this page was created.))

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Roleplay from Emyhr
The pain... it was unbearable. Night after night the healers tried to stabilise him. The screaming only got worse. Some days he improved. Others, his condition deteriorated. He could barely make out the sound of those around him. The blurry images of people? They did not look like people...
A few days later

As Emyhr sat up on his bed, he did not know where he was. He felt strange. He had been wounded before but never had he felt this... empty. Amira sat next to him, her head against his chest, crying tears of joy and sorrow. Emyhr could not quite process what had taken place. The healers watched on, as if they were staring at a dying man, concern gripped their face.

What were they looking at... shouldn't they be happy...? Emyhr thought to himself. His mind still dillusional from the countless restless nights and agonising days. He looked towards Amira, raising his arm to place it upon her shoulder... or at least he tried.

There was nothing. No movement. No tension. No... feeling?

He began to panic. He quickly tried to reach out, trying to grab at anything. One arm creaked and ached forward. The other did not. Emyhr looked around. The healers began reaching for something, Emyhr was not sure what. The captain of his unit ran towards him and placed his hands upon Emyhr's chest forcing him back into the bed before the healer proceeded to pour a mixture of something into his mouth. His heart raced with fear and confusion before he slumped back into the softness of the bed.

The last thing he saw before he fell into a deep slumber that night... the bandaged stub where his arm used to be...
Emyhr