Post by ironmikey on Feb 16, 2012 23:23:02 GMT -5
I have to say it somewhere: The world has gone mad.
First it was the threat from within, the Worgen, creatures that were more beast than man. We'd been seeing them in the shadows, and when they came into the full light, we couldn't believe it. Friends and family, turning into monsters. Even my beloved Brando, my betrothed...turning into a howling freak, then shot down, arrows perforating his body. Little did I know, as we were fighting these beasts off, I would soon join their ranks.
By some miracle, I survived the change, melding my human mind with the beast's. Rage and fury found balance with peace, and I soon realized that my new-found powers could be an asset.
Later, we found that the Forsaken were attacking. The King called for all able-bodied men and women, including the Worgen that had successfully controlled their beastial natures. We took out some of their forces, giving them a right bloody nose before we were forced to flee. The King's son, Liam, died defending both his people and his father, and with a heavy heart, we look to the future, wondering who the next ruler will be.
An alliance with the Night Elves helped us to turn the tides a bit and gave us refuge, but not after the world was torn asunder.
Darnassus was a beautiful and wonderous place, however I felt that I should be doing more to repay the Night Elves for their kindness. Their druids took me in and made me welcome, training me further along the path of the Ancient Ones. I noticed on the Warboard that they were needing help in Darkshore, so I took a gryphon out to see what I could do to help. As we flew over the land, I could see temples and cities drowning in the sea, as if waves of water came up and tore the buildings down, an angry child throwing a tantrum upon a house of cards.
Upon landing, I was greeted by a priestess who was taking reports from arriving sentinels about survivors from a sister city. I was implored to seek out the survivors, if there were any, and to quell the angry elementals that I would come across along the shoreline. I readily agreed, eager to do my part. But as I approached the sands, I could tell that there was little hope of finding anyone still alive.
Bodies upon bodies. Bruised, battered, torn asunder. My gorge rose despite having dealt with the Forsaken and what they do to prisoners. As I was leaving one body, not having touched it, but merely looking him over, I felt something latch onto my ankle.
I'm sure that my screech was what brought the Sentinels running to take the survivor back to Lor'danel, and it took me a moment to finally settle my heart back into my chest. Some brave druid I turned out to be! After a moment, I had to laugh, though I'm sure that to the elves, it looked as if I'd turned mad! Then the tears came, and I could only sit upon the shore and let the cold cold sea take them away.
A while later, I managed to rouse myself and make my way to the inn. There will be more tasks to take up, but for now, my weariness cosumed me, and I rested.
First it was the threat from within, the Worgen, creatures that were more beast than man. We'd been seeing them in the shadows, and when they came into the full light, we couldn't believe it. Friends and family, turning into monsters. Even my beloved Brando, my betrothed...turning into a howling freak, then shot down, arrows perforating his body. Little did I know, as we were fighting these beasts off, I would soon join their ranks.
By some miracle, I survived the change, melding my human mind with the beast's. Rage and fury found balance with peace, and I soon realized that my new-found powers could be an asset.
Later, we found that the Forsaken were attacking. The King called for all able-bodied men and women, including the Worgen that had successfully controlled their beastial natures. We took out some of their forces, giving them a right bloody nose before we were forced to flee. The King's son, Liam, died defending both his people and his father, and with a heavy heart, we look to the future, wondering who the next ruler will be.
An alliance with the Night Elves helped us to turn the tides a bit and gave us refuge, but not after the world was torn asunder.
Darnassus was a beautiful and wonderous place, however I felt that I should be doing more to repay the Night Elves for their kindness. Their druids took me in and made me welcome, training me further along the path of the Ancient Ones. I noticed on the Warboard that they were needing help in Darkshore, so I took a gryphon out to see what I could do to help. As we flew over the land, I could see temples and cities drowning in the sea, as if waves of water came up and tore the buildings down, an angry child throwing a tantrum upon a house of cards.
Upon landing, I was greeted by a priestess who was taking reports from arriving sentinels about survivors from a sister city. I was implored to seek out the survivors, if there were any, and to quell the angry elementals that I would come across along the shoreline. I readily agreed, eager to do my part. But as I approached the sands, I could tell that there was little hope of finding anyone still alive.
Bodies upon bodies. Bruised, battered, torn asunder. My gorge rose despite having dealt with the Forsaken and what they do to prisoners. As I was leaving one body, not having touched it, but merely looking him over, I felt something latch onto my ankle.
I'm sure that my screech was what brought the Sentinels running to take the survivor back to Lor'danel, and it took me a moment to finally settle my heart back into my chest. Some brave druid I turned out to be! After a moment, I had to laugh, though I'm sure that to the elves, it looked as if I'd turned mad! Then the tears came, and I could only sit upon the shore and let the cold cold sea take them away.
A while later, I managed to rouse myself and make my way to the inn. There will be more tasks to take up, but for now, my weariness cosumed me, and I rested.