rustyiron
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Post by rustyiron on Aug 19, 2012 22:42:11 GMT -5
There is an eerie feeling as I picked up the post..I have no family, no friends left..who sent me this mail?
It is a small box. I carefull unwrap it, curious. It is a stone cat figurine, looking to be of Highborne design. I turn it over in my paws, seeing the bits of rust colored blood staining its rocky feet. Who sent it? The mark on the box says Lor' danel, but I know of no one there.
There, in the bottom of the box, a note. It reads simply: we were instructed by a dying worgen rogue to send this cat to you. She did not give here name, just that you may understand someday. She died asssisting us at the Ruins of Mathystra, at the hands of Forsaken looters.
I do understand. I am of the Order of the Cat, a worgen group of female rogues, who have taken the vow of Iron. We do not know each others names, we work alone, we do what we can to help Gilneas, and ourselves. The cat statue was looted at Mathystra, and was important to my sister rogue. I feel honored and blessed that she sent it to me.
I shall be sure to avenge her death...
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rustyiron
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Post by rustyiron on Aug 25, 2012 23:02:15 GMT -5
Today I left Gilneas, probably never to return. So sad, full of despair. Just a poisoned, plagued scrubby rock now...
I upgraded my gear and weapons in the Elven city, picked up some poisons, then debated my next move. As I sat by the pretty peaceful lake in Darnassus, I decided to follow my king, and took the boat to Stormwind. The little cat statue kept silent watch over the trip, which was uneventful, but for some turbulence by the Maelstrom...scary place, that.
Stormwind is a confusing place, full of so many people..Where Gilneas is drab, wet, and cold, Stormwind is sunny and warm...rebuilding after the black dragon's razing..but it is full of tradesmen, buyers, sellers, manipulators, theives, and secret agents. And a bar on every corner..I shall have to try some of the Dwarven stout, I hear it is to die for...I did stop at the barber shop, and had a trim, cropped my ears a bit, they were a bit disgraceful after the sacking of Gilneas. I feel better, cleaner, and not ashamed of my worgen form. I see many others like me running to and fro in the city, so King Genn has made some inroads in the diplomacy field.
There was word that someone was looking for aid in Westfall, so I located the flight area and took the short trip, to meet up with and interesting fellow named H Laine..fancies he's some sort of detective or such..
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rustyiron
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Never Surrender, Sometimes Retreat
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Post by rustyiron on Aug 28, 2012 20:01:33 GMT -5
Sometimes I wonder..was I this bad as a human? As i worked through my tasks in Westfall, I saw misery, hope, arrogance, ignorance, vengence. The Defias rise again, but they have cause. Does King Wrynn not understand this? I think my king Genn has a better understanding of the plight of Gilneans and his own past mistakes..I feel for the homeless and the lost.
I enjoyed the treasure hunting in Westfall, and the nice Grayson ghost..I did not mind at all getting the vengence he sought..the fishmen breed like rabbits and will populate and repopulate the coast in no time..
I hold up my little cat figurine, turning it in the sunset. It is time, it says to me. Time to follow in the footsteps of the ones before and hopefully conquer the fears, and lay the ghosts to rest. I leave Longshore behind and start on the road that will take me back to where all my sisters have perished.
Darkshore.
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rustyiron
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Post by rustyiron on Sept 20, 2012 12:03:21 GMT -5
I am the last of my line. I am called Gaveuphope, because the elder sisters ...well have.
I was given nothing to start my journey, except the ghosts of the past. Some of the sisters of Hope have been revived by the night elf priests and have gone their way in the world, as assassins, as fighters, as ninjas. I follow their footsteps...working my way through Darkshore.
I was sent a cat figurine by one, as an afterthought. It was made by the Highborne, and exquisite. I weighed out the meaning of it and kept it...for now. I feel a spirit in the cat, but I am not sure yet if the little cat is evil or good, or maybe something inbetween.
I am praying that I can get past my name and the indifference of the elders. I will prove myself on my own terms.
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