Post by karavancleef on Feb 15, 2012 22:03:53 GMT -5
Journal Entrée 1.
I am Kara VanCleef. Daughter of Edwin VanCleef and sister to Vanessa VanCleef. I write down in a journal in the event I do not survive my goal, to kill my sister…
Father always praised her more, father always loved her more. He never believed that I, Kara, could be as great as Vanessa. Vanessa was always more skilled in the arts of stealth, blessed even. But I could never compare to her, I enjoyed the dark arts of demons. A Warlock. Father never believed being a warlock could possibly be as powerful as a rogue, like the Brotherhood…Like my sister. Father believed she would be best for the Brotherhood in the event of his absence.
Sadly his absence came too soon. Killed…murdered…by a band of filthy Alliance. The Furlbrow family took me and my sister in as orphans. Raised us as their own, never knowing our link to the Brotherhood. Through the years my sister continued to secretly practice the arts of a rogue, stealth, and deadly poisons…I continued mine in the dark arts of a warlock.
Then the day came where we grew up and moved out. I didn’t know what became of my sister but I wondered the areas around Westfall looking for a place I could settle and practice my arts and one day become leader of the Brotherhood over my sister. Then I heard the news, Vanessa had murdered our adopted family. Killed the Furlbrow’s, killed them all. Even poor old Blanchy. It was then my thirst for besting my sister and leading the Brotherhood weaned. It was then I only wanted revenge.
Even though I had a strong distaste for the Alliance for killing my father I had no other Alliance to join. I knew that I would need help in taking down my sister now that she swooped in and took control of the Brotherhood. So my story starts here. Today. In Northshire Abby.
Vanessa…Here…I…Come.
I am Kara VanCleef. Daughter of Edwin VanCleef and sister to Vanessa VanCleef. I write down in a journal in the event I do not survive my goal, to kill my sister…
Father always praised her more, father always loved her more. He never believed that I, Kara, could be as great as Vanessa. Vanessa was always more skilled in the arts of stealth, blessed even. But I could never compare to her, I enjoyed the dark arts of demons. A Warlock. Father never believed being a warlock could possibly be as powerful as a rogue, like the Brotherhood…Like my sister. Father believed she would be best for the Brotherhood in the event of his absence.
Sadly his absence came too soon. Killed…murdered…by a band of filthy Alliance. The Furlbrow family took me and my sister in as orphans. Raised us as their own, never knowing our link to the Brotherhood. Through the years my sister continued to secretly practice the arts of a rogue, stealth, and deadly poisons…I continued mine in the dark arts of a warlock.
Then the day came where we grew up and moved out. I didn’t know what became of my sister but I wondered the areas around Westfall looking for a place I could settle and practice my arts and one day become leader of the Brotherhood over my sister. Then I heard the news, Vanessa had murdered our adopted family. Killed the Furlbrow’s, killed them all. Even poor old Blanchy. It was then my thirst for besting my sister and leading the Brotherhood weaned. It was then I only wanted revenge.
Even though I had a strong distaste for the Alliance for killing my father I had no other Alliance to join. I knew that I would need help in taking down my sister now that she swooped in and took control of the Brotherhood. So my story starts here. Today. In Northshire Abby.
Vanessa…Here…I…Come.