Random Thoughts

This is from a writing assignment, when we were told to just write about things in a journal....

I guess I'll write about everyone. First there's Risri, she's calm and wise, though can be surprisingly emotional. She practically runs the paper for Latilda. She's very sweet and quite understanding of all our youthful blow ups. Then there's Latilda. He's pretty ambitious though he often sucks on the execution of his grand schemes. He's confident and aggressively loyal, sometime to the point of hurting himself. I often worry about him, given that he's very prideful. It often leads to arguments. Speaking of arguments, there's Seth, otherwise known as Alranon. He is passionate and believes himself right most days. He's a genius but let's it get to his head. He studie the law system so it's no surprise that he has an attitude similar to Jays. I feel bad comparing the two, but I guess its just the mindset they were taught to have. Seth is better then Jay though, he at least can stop and realize when he's pushed someone too far. He's also compassionate, especially when it comes to Loally. I think he has a soft spot for her. Loally is a ray of sunshine bundled with a ball of nerves. I can't blame her, given I've seen how bad her anxiety gets. It's worse then mine! Still, she's quite lovable. Nothing is better then hearing her get passionate about something. You can't help but feel excited with her. I get this overwhelming urge to protect her, but most times I have to let her learn from her own mistakes. Jean is her close friend and Barict is her advisor. Jean is playful and sweet though often can be scary if he wants to be. Barict is excitable and loves playing games, especially strategy games. He can spend hours playing without getting bored. It's really impressive. Then there's Aacer. I can't really make heads or tails of him. When its a topic he cares about, he can be passionate. He also loves to joke around but has a habit of doing so at inappropriate times. He can be serious but its rare for me to see him that way. Still, he has proven compassionate, especially when he's seen me break down. It's sort of like he has a fatherly motif with him. Richard, or how he's better known as Jabbles, is a rather relaxed fellow. He tends to be a more humorous person then the rest of us. He also knows a lot about drinking, given its one of his favorite casual activities. He's pretty well known for his beard, to the point its become an exclamatory.

Dear Dragonblade

The skies were stormy and gray; the land was covered in the blood of the fallen- Blue, Green, Red... The earth made a sickly squish sound as his plated boots stepped. His breathing drawn and fists clenched tightly around the hilt of his blade. Lifting his azure gaze skywards, he narrowed his eye at the sight of fel fire falling down once more.
With sure steps, the knight moved swiftly across the shore. His blade seeking out and cutting down the demons in his path. Fire rained around him, but not a sweat did he break. The clash of metal rang through his ears as his sword danced with a Felguard's blade. He ignored the screams and battlecries around him, for he had his target. His mocha hair fell around his face as his blade clashed once more with the demon. The wind howled loudly past them, spreading the green flames along the forest edge.
"You won't take Azeroth from us." Adisor growled, pushing his blade forward and down.
The felguard was brought to one knee as it held the blade away. With a crack of lightning running through the clouds, several felhounds begin to surround the lord. With a quick strike, the felguard was fallen. The lord let out a loud war cry as he began to cut down the beasts that dared to try and overtake him.
Amongst the battle, the great sword of Dragonblade would lay on the ground. A soldier came close, on alert, and retrieved the item. Returning it to the home of the waiting lady.
"My lady." The soldiers voice called forth to the battleroom.
"What is it? Be quick." The woman's voice rang out with authority.
The man sat the blade gingerly on the table, "Lady Odessii..."
The woman's tawny hair swayed in her movement as she stepped forth to run a hang along the blood drenched blade.
With a final growl, "Where is my brother!"