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Post by Lauyssa on Feb 15, 2012 5:05:09 GMT -5
((Here there will be letters, and small blurbs of Lauyssa's adventures. This thread will be updated as time permits!))
This letter appears to have been written behind a piece of scrap paper--the handwriting is barely legible.
Sister,
How do you fare in Lor'Danel? Since the trolls are no longer considered a threat, it must be nice. One less thing to worry about, after all.
You know I couldn't stay there for long. Not when word spread about the Horde's activities to the south. Not when those still in Ashenvale were in danger of being crushed under the Horde's war machines. They march on Maestra's Post, tearing down trees in their wake. Demons follow behind them, as do the naga.
Don't worry about me, sister. I know you do; or else you wouldn't be calling me headstrong, reckless and foolish all the time. You told me that when I entered the ruined tower to the north near the Ruins of Mathystra--ambushed by three of those cursed undead looters who nearly took my life. You nearly had a fit after you heard that I went into the caves above the waterfall to deal with the wildlife corruption, and how I came limping back to Lor'Danel, but with a proud glint in my eye despite my injuries. I know what I'm capable of, but I know my limits as well.
Things may look bleak, but have a strong heart. We will retake our lands. The Ancients will walk amongst the groves of Ashenvale once more. The Sentinels and I will make sure of it.
Ande'thoras-ethil, Lauyssa Windgrace
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Post by Lauyssa on Feb 15, 2012 14:56:59 GMT -5
Sister,
Ashenvale is safe for the time being, but a bigger threat looms over in the horizon--the greenskins have concocted a bomb the size of a small home! They've moved it into the Stonetalon Mountains, and so I chose to follow it. For the time being it's been grounded, but not defused. It makes me worry--and brings me dread on what those monsters will use it for.
The fighting in the mountains is even more fiercer than in Ashenvale. Open war is waged on decimated fields where trees and wildlife once stood. It is a sad, and sorry sight to see. The Alliance however, have a strong presence as well. The humans and the gnomes--such interesting creatures, if not a little terrifying--have helped to establish a base of operations.
Even as I write this as night descends over the land, the fighting continues. The sound of war shredders and explosives rumble in evening air. There's a sense of tension--of unease here as the bomb overlooks us like an ominous shadow. Though the beds are comfortable, we can never truly relax.
I hope this letter finds you in a better situation, sister. And I hope my next one brings you better tidings.
Ande'thoras-ethil, Lauyssa Windgrace
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Post by Lauyssa on Feb 16, 2012 3:18:53 GMT -5
She thought it was going to be simple.
Hiding behind one of the fallen trees for cover from the tentacled horrors that ravaged the once tranquil summit of Stonetalon Peak, for the first time in awhile, Lauyssa Windgrace thought that, perhaps just once, her sister may have been was right about her inability to judge the difficulty of a task that laid before her.
Elune, just what WERE those things?! Such things couldn't be natural. Couldn't be right. Her body ached and cried out in pain as she leaned her back against the fallen tree—she wasn't dead, but she felt like she should be. She thought to help the Sentinels with her blade in the glade. She had survived against the Horde threat in Ashenvale, and the ancient evils plaguing Darkshore.
Surely, she could survive this.
When she joined her fellow blade-sister in the fray, there was a look of relief—of hope—on the Sentinel's face. Marks became scratches, and scratches became gashes as black blood spilled across their blades. However, the monster never seemed to tire even when their arms began to. Their attacks became unfocused and desperate—sure swings became glancing blows.
"Fall back!" she could hear the sentinel shout, and she did. Lauyssa motioned for her to follow, but as she did, the monstrous tentacle—cut up and bloodied as it was—drew its appendage back. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as it took one, massive swing forward, curling its "arm" around the body of the elven defender. She shrieked as it shook her, flailing her around like a broken, ragged doll before throwing her up into the air. Lauyssa could only stare in horror as her twisted, broken body landed on the hard earth with a sickening thud.
Her mind told her legs to move. Screamed it in her mind, but she was rooted from where she stood, unable to take her eyes off the horror she had just witnessed.
Our lives are so fragile.
She didn't realize until it was too late that this same monster that had thrown her sister-in-arms to her death had its clutches around her. As she was lifted into the air, she took her sword and swung at its flesh, trying to make it release her before it was too late. Her blade hit a soft spot, and she felt it release her as it writhed in agony.
She soon regretted that as she was still a good fifty feet in the air.
She wasn't sure how she landed, better yet, how she managed to crawl away. Instincts are a powerful thing. Her body felt like fire as pain registered from every inch of her being.
For once, she was right, she thought to herself as she closed her eyes. Elune, give me strength so I can live to tell her that...
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Post by Lauyssa on Feb 16, 2012 17:00:55 GMT -5
((Alas, this will be the final entry, and Lauyssa is now out of the challenge.))
The following letter was delivered to Reyana Windgrace of Lor'Danel.
To the one named Reyana Windgrace,
It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that your sister, Lauyssa Windgrace, has fallen in battle. Her body was recovered from the Frazzlecraz Motherload mines in the Southern Barrens where the Horde have been occupying it for supplies to create dangerous explosives to terrorize Alliance outposts all over the continent. Know that she managed to preform a brave, heroic act by setting up explosives within the dangerous mines that were later detonated to put an end to their mining operations.
We send back to you her remains, as well as her personal belongings for you do as you see fit. May Elune guide her soul and watch over all of us as she did in life.
-Sentinel Nightwind
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