Post by rustyiron on Aug 16, 2012 8:17:57 GMT -5
Rain.
It is raining again. The mists rise over the rocky landscape, and I wonder why I even like it here. Rocks, sparse moorish grass only a sheep could love, and rain.
It is home. I hone my sword, the rain dripping off my forelock. But it is not home. The Forsaken have come and there is no stopping them. We die, we become the Enemy. The rain is depressing and it seems like there is no hope.
Beloved, foolish Liam is dead. How he escaped the Curse is anyone's guess, but his father did not. I think it helped the King see the other side, and his alliance with Crowley is for the better. Crowley will stay behind, to do his worst to the Forsaken. He loves this land of mist and rain and rock. His daughter Lorna is just as tough.
Why the Forsaken want this piece of rock is a good question. Just because it is here, I suppose. Now they will probably resurrect that traitor Godfrey, the Light forbid. Maybe he will turn on them too. Serves them right.
So now I move on, never to return. To places where the sun shines and trees grow green. I have heard Darkshore is a place of gloom, so after doing some minor tasks there I shall seek out passage to the great city of Stormwind, where I hope my kind are not shunned.
I carry little with me but a journal of my past sisters, and what gear I wear. I am not sure if my motive shall be revenge, I feel nothing of hate, just loathing. Maybe helping out other races will change my perspective.
Maybe I can even understand why Sylvanas has become so bitter and the Forsaken so greedy. We shall see...I may only meet my death, which would answer no questions. I shall look upon the world with curiosity, and maybe it will rekindle some hope...
It is raining again. The mists rise over the rocky landscape, and I wonder why I even like it here. Rocks, sparse moorish grass only a sheep could love, and rain.
It is home. I hone my sword, the rain dripping off my forelock. But it is not home. The Forsaken have come and there is no stopping them. We die, we become the Enemy. The rain is depressing and it seems like there is no hope.
Beloved, foolish Liam is dead. How he escaped the Curse is anyone's guess, but his father did not. I think it helped the King see the other side, and his alliance with Crowley is for the better. Crowley will stay behind, to do his worst to the Forsaken. He loves this land of mist and rain and rock. His daughter Lorna is just as tough.
Why the Forsaken want this piece of rock is a good question. Just because it is here, I suppose. Now they will probably resurrect that traitor Godfrey, the Light forbid. Maybe he will turn on them too. Serves them right.
So now I move on, never to return. To places where the sun shines and trees grow green. I have heard Darkshore is a place of gloom, so after doing some minor tasks there I shall seek out passage to the great city of Stormwind, where I hope my kind are not shunned.
I carry little with me but a journal of my past sisters, and what gear I wear. I am not sure if my motive shall be revenge, I feel nothing of hate, just loathing. Maybe helping out other races will change my perspective.
Maybe I can even understand why Sylvanas has become so bitter and the Forsaken so greedy. We shall see...I may only meet my death, which would answer no questions. I shall look upon the world with curiosity, and maybe it will rekindle some hope...