Elain, the Peasant Woman Minecraft Skin

Published Feb 17th, 2013, 2/17/13 4:37 pm

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Conner65
Level 15 : Journeyman Scribe

So here is my submisson for the Medieval / Dark Ages Skin Contest. This is Elain, the peasant woman, the daughter of Torvas. Elain lives in the glorious Kingdom of Sorens, ruled by King Averos. Though the King is a just and noble King, many of his people go the day without a proper meal.

So, being the insane writer i am, I wrote a short excerpt to go in partner for the Skin. So for any of you who actually cares, you can continue reading downwards

O_O Herro!

The bright sun shone gloriously upon the quaint part of town where Elain pushed through the crowd, working her way through busy streets of the markets. She pulled her black hair out of her eyes, clearing the vision for her emerald green eyes. As she came from the crowd to a certain stand, she reached into her small bag of coins. Taking out the five coins left she slid them to the butcher that stood with his bloodied cleaver. He wiped his hands on in soiled apron and set the knife down, taking the coins.

"Hagren, thats all I have left this month...so I suppose....give me what I can get for it." Elain's sentence ended with an exasperated sigh. Hagren nodded. The butcher slid the coins into a pocket of his apron.

"I'll give you my best, Elain." Hagren reached into a crate, removing three parchment wrapped scraps of meat. "Fresh deer, its the best I have left." Elain nodded, disappointed.

"Thank you anyway, Hagren." Elain said. Hagren did not respond, but bent down into the crate again. He added four more cuts of meat to the pile. Elain brushed her hair behind her ear. "Hagren...I couldn't...I don't want to take away from a profit you need for your family."

"Elain, you are a loyal customer, and a great friend. You work your hide off to provide for your daughter. Now with Durion gone, you have the only income. And a seam-stress' salary is hardly enough to live off for even a single person, never the less two. As for my family, we are fine, we can manage. You need this more than I do. Now take it."

"I can't thank you enough Hagren." Elain said as Hagren wrapped the seven slives of meat and tied them off with a frayed string. "May Velturen bless you."

"And you."

Elain greatfully took the pack of meat, thanking Hagren yet again, and turned again to enter the enormous crowd.