After Us
The Brotherhood of Valor will remain in history for its contributions to the world. Praise befell the Gunrik family for their long line of Medical Teachings and Research. The Scientific and Engineering break throughs of the Research Division, Especially their leaders Gelgi Cogspanner and Gregwymor Silverman, allowed countless civilians access to power and stability for generations to come. General Ogrimskar and his wife Brillyn were seen as Hero's of the War as they helped take down the Banshee Queen. The Trade between Horde and Alliance grew with the help of their Trade Division Leaders such as Jon Chess and Moria Falconeye. Morganna reignited the House of Nobles into repairing and strengthening the lands of humans, bringing prosperity to the citizens of the regions of Westfall, Redridge, Duskwood, Silverpine, and Hillsbrad. The new school of Scouts was created under the wise eyes of Slayn Tyrithal that increased intelligence gathering to a standard percentage. With all the success, it was inevitable when the leadership was struck down in a massive explosion. A bomb had gone off during a gathering of leadership and left the children of these great people alone. Soon they rose. How will they lead?
Thursday, November 1, 2018
Monday, March 27, 2017
Curses and Broken Hearts
Lightning crackled, and the windows flew open. Thunder crashed through the air. Standing before Eve, was a woman cloaked in black.
"For the crimes you have committed.." She began, "You will have your world come crumbling down, by your own hands."
Raising her hand, the woman began to chant, shadows collecting in her open palm. Throwing the door open, Moria rushed in with Warlund behind her.
"Eve!" Moria shouts, moving to try and charge at the woman.
Eve glared up at the stranger as chains kept her bound into a kneeling position.
"Your tools of destruction come, 'Lady' Daniels." The woman purred, before turning her hand towards Moria and Warlund.
Eve pushed herself up enough to try and knock the woman over, but fell too late. The shadows sprung forth but were only altered enough that they struck Moria. Falling the ground, the druidess gasped for air as the shadows went into her mouth, nose, and ears. Warlund stepped forward, gripping the hilt of his sword and took a swing at the stranger. A cackle echoed through the chambers as she dispersed into shadows.
"It's too late, your happiness is forfeit." Was all they could hear before everything fell silent.
"Eve! Are you alright?" Warlund spoke in his deep tone, moving to break the chains off.
"Damn bitch." Eve growled quietly, "What did she do to Moria?"
The duo looked at the unconscious woman, expecting something to happen. With a groan, she awoke, holding her head.
"Ow." Was all she muttered before sitting up, her gaze shifting around the room.
Stepping forward hesitantly, Eve eyed her friend, "How are you feeling?"
"Like I'm gonna vomit." Moria grumbled, standing up with a wobble.
Eve let out a laugh, "At least that is all. Come on, let's go get you checked out."
Moria gave a nod, her eyes casting a glance towards Warlund. Without them noticing, a rune appeared on Moria's lower back, black as the shadows that had entered her. A twitch came to her eye but she let Eve lead her away.
Kill him. Kill the monster who has brought strife and hardship to this world. KILL HIM.
Moria shook her head and her mind whirled with ways to end the man's life as the healers cleared her.
"Well, at least that dramatic bitch is gone. Seems the wedding will continue on like normal." Moria smiles at Eve, squeezing her friend's hands.
Eve snickers, but Warlund speaks up, "I'm having more guards surround the area. Don't need a repeat of tonight."
Moria waves him off before leaving the home.
Days later...
"Where is she? I can't do this without her. I shouldn't feel this way. By the shadows, I think I'm gonna be sick." Eve ranted nervously, her white gown swishing with every movement.
"You will be fine, My Lady. Perhaps she just got sick?" Hannah tried to quell her mistress's nerves.
Hearing the music begin, Eve took a breath. She gave a nod to Hannah and began her march down the aisle. As the couple exchanged vows, everything began to go wrong.
"If there are any who do not believe these two should be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace." The officiator spoke.
Suddenly the guards were blasted across the area, falling next to the cliff edge.
"I object." A feral growl escaped Moria's lips.
Eve and Warlund snapped their heads to look at her. She was covered in blood, and her eyes were red to match.
"Moria! What is the meaning of this?" Eve hissed towards her.
Holding her hands to her sides, the ground began to rumble before roots bursted through the earth and wrapped around Warlund.
"I will kill the monster, just as I have killed his steed. Now he will meet his end with no way to run." Moria retorted to her friend, her nose twitching.
Reaching behind her, Eve grabbed a dagger and tried to cut the vines off of Warlund.
"For the crimes you have committed.." She began, "You will have your world come crumbling down, by your own hands."
Raising her hand, the woman began to chant, shadows collecting in her open palm. Throwing the door open, Moria rushed in with Warlund behind her.
"Eve!" Moria shouts, moving to try and charge at the woman.
Eve glared up at the stranger as chains kept her bound into a kneeling position.
"Your tools of destruction come, 'Lady' Daniels." The woman purred, before turning her hand towards Moria and Warlund.
Eve pushed herself up enough to try and knock the woman over, but fell too late. The shadows sprung forth but were only altered enough that they struck Moria. Falling the ground, the druidess gasped for air as the shadows went into her mouth, nose, and ears. Warlund stepped forward, gripping the hilt of his sword and took a swing at the stranger. A cackle echoed through the chambers as she dispersed into shadows.
"It's too late, your happiness is forfeit." Was all they could hear before everything fell silent.
"Eve! Are you alright?" Warlund spoke in his deep tone, moving to break the chains off.
"Damn bitch." Eve growled quietly, "What did she do to Moria?"
The duo looked at the unconscious woman, expecting something to happen. With a groan, she awoke, holding her head.
"Ow." Was all she muttered before sitting up, her gaze shifting around the room.
Stepping forward hesitantly, Eve eyed her friend, "How are you feeling?"
"Like I'm gonna vomit." Moria grumbled, standing up with a wobble.
Eve let out a laugh, "At least that is all. Come on, let's go get you checked out."
Moria gave a nod, her eyes casting a glance towards Warlund. Without them noticing, a rune appeared on Moria's lower back, black as the shadows that had entered her. A twitch came to her eye but she let Eve lead her away.
Kill him. Kill the monster who has brought strife and hardship to this world. KILL HIM.
Moria shook her head and her mind whirled with ways to end the man's life as the healers cleared her.
"Well, at least that dramatic bitch is gone. Seems the wedding will continue on like normal." Moria smiles at Eve, squeezing her friend's hands.
Eve snickers, but Warlund speaks up, "I'm having more guards surround the area. Don't need a repeat of tonight."
Moria waves him off before leaving the home.
Days later...
"Where is she? I can't do this without her. I shouldn't feel this way. By the shadows, I think I'm gonna be sick." Eve ranted nervously, her white gown swishing with every movement.
"You will be fine, My Lady. Perhaps she just got sick?" Hannah tried to quell her mistress's nerves.
Hearing the music begin, Eve took a breath. She gave a nod to Hannah and began her march down the aisle. As the couple exchanged vows, everything began to go wrong.
"If there are any who do not believe these two should be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace." The officiator spoke.
Suddenly the guards were blasted across the area, falling next to the cliff edge.
"I object." A feral growl escaped Moria's lips.
Eve and Warlund snapped their heads to look at her. She was covered in blood, and her eyes were red to match.
"Moria! What is the meaning of this?" Eve hissed towards her.
Holding her hands to her sides, the ground began to rumble before roots bursted through the earth and wrapped around Warlund.
"I will kill the monster, just as I have killed his steed. Now he will meet his end with no way to run." Moria retorted to her friend, her nose twitching.
Reaching behind her, Eve grabbed a dagger and tried to cut the vines off of Warlund.
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
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.
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.
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Dear Dragonblade
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!"
Monday, January 19, 2015
Balancing Act (Incomplete)
The buzzing and faint light was all the senses could grasp onto. A quiet groan of pain as her eyes blink open.
"Fucking fel. What hit me?" She rubs the back of her head.
He glanced down at her, "You're awake. Seems we've been captured."
She stands up, peering around at the cell, "Well, that seems like a poor choice on their part."
"What do you have in mind?" He spoke carefully, watching her as she stepped towards the barred door.
"Hope you are as well attuned with those flames of yours as you claim." She pops her shoulder, adjusting herself as she slips her arm pass the bars, reaching downwards to unlock the door.
"What are you planning, Lilsadiir." He stood and took a step towards her.
The lock made a click before it opened, Lil pulls her arm out of the bars, popping her shoulder back in place.
"Well what are you waiting for? An invitation?" She smiles at him.
He gives a nod, "Let's get out of here."
The two quickly jog out of the prison. After several moments of silently moving through the strange stone castle, an alarm began blaring.
"Shit. They know." Lil says under her breath as she hides behind a door as a few guards run down the near by corridor.
"Any plans?" He raised a brow as the cogs begin to turn in his head.
"Uh..." Lil looks around, spotting a shelf of books, "Yes."
"Fucking fel. What hit me?" She rubs the back of her head.
He glanced down at her, "You're awake. Seems we've been captured."
She stands up, peering around at the cell, "Well, that seems like a poor choice on their part."
"What do you have in mind?" He spoke carefully, watching her as she stepped towards the barred door.
"Hope you are as well attuned with those flames of yours as you claim." She pops her shoulder, adjusting herself as she slips her arm pass the bars, reaching downwards to unlock the door.
"What are you planning, Lilsadiir." He stood and took a step towards her.
The lock made a click before it opened, Lil pulls her arm out of the bars, popping her shoulder back in place.
"Well what are you waiting for? An invitation?" She smiles at him.
He gives a nod, "Let's get out of here."
The two quickly jog out of the prison. After several moments of silently moving through the strange stone castle, an alarm began blaring.
"Shit. They know." Lil says under her breath as she hides behind a door as a few guards run down the near by corridor.
"Any plans?" He raised a brow as the cogs begin to turn in his head.
"Uh..." Lil looks around, spotting a shelf of books, "Yes."
Monday, September 8, 2014
Breaking Free
"I see you have stirred a rabble, Cassalandria." The high priestess speaks as she enters the girls dull and lack luster room.
"What are you speaking of, High Priestess?" She looks up from her writing to meet the woman's gaze.
"Already filling in to your role of this world.. But still, you lie and kidnap from the gods!" The woman was angry, stepping forward to slap the girl across the face.
"W-What do you mean?! I haven't left my room since the choosing, Mother!" Cass holds her cheek, eyes wide.
"Do not speak of me as your mother, girl. It is such a dishonor to know you have fallen so far as to steal the magic of the gods and pass them out freely amongst the common students." The high priestess scowls down at her.
"I have done no such thing! I can't even access the god stones now that my being has been corrupted!" Cass stands out of her seat, trying to defend herself.
"You lie more, in this sacred place no less! The gods shall not be desecrated in such a manner, here of all places." She pulls out two metal bands and sears them onto the girl's wrists, causing her to scream out in agony.
She sobs, "I have done nothing wrong!" she grabs herself and falls to her knees.
"Until you tell the whole truth, even the darkest truth in your heart, you will NEVER be able to use your full magic ability." The priestess looks down upon her before turning and walking out of the room.
Kory stands outside the room, "Was that necessary, High Priestess?"
"Yes... Now guard her door and make sure she does not leave that room until I come and get her." The priestess says before heading down the hall, mumbling to herself as she walks.
"Fat chance of that." Kory says once she is gone.
Kory waits until nightfall, then ushers Pascho in.
"What's the plan?" Pascho asks in a hushed tone.
Kory points to the door, "Grab her, go out the window and meet me where we agreed, alright?"
Pascho nods, entering the door and walking into the sleeping Cassie's room.
"Forgive me." Pascho says to no one as he hefts her over his shoulder, using magic to keep her under as he climbs out the window, onto the roof.
He carefully manages to climb down with her and races into the frosty trees. He walks for a few hours before coming upon a clearing with a large bonfire burning in the center, the five 'Champions' sitting in chairs around it while waiting for him.
"I got her." Pascho calls, causing a few of them to stand and look at him.
Alekia walks over, checking the girl over once she is set down on the grass, "Wow.. SHE saved you?? Lucky boy..."
Pascho sighs, "Wish she didn't."
Moros pats Pascho on the shoulder to comfort his friend.
"We need to get ready to move, no doubt once the Chosen find out they will come hunting for her to return her to her destiny." Mesmerian says, his left hand on the hilt of his sword as he walks over.
The group nod and begin readying themselves, gathering supplies and taking the tents down.
War was about to rage...
"What are you speaking of, High Priestess?" She looks up from her writing to meet the woman's gaze.
"Already filling in to your role of this world.. But still, you lie and kidnap from the gods!" The woman was angry, stepping forward to slap the girl across the face.
"W-What do you mean?! I haven't left my room since the choosing, Mother!" Cass holds her cheek, eyes wide.
"Do not speak of me as your mother, girl. It is such a dishonor to know you have fallen so far as to steal the magic of the gods and pass them out freely amongst the common students." The high priestess scowls down at her.
"I have done no such thing! I can't even access the god stones now that my being has been corrupted!" Cass stands out of her seat, trying to defend herself.
"You lie more, in this sacred place no less! The gods shall not be desecrated in such a manner, here of all places." She pulls out two metal bands and sears them onto the girl's wrists, causing her to scream out in agony.
She sobs, "I have done nothing wrong!" she grabs herself and falls to her knees.
"Until you tell the whole truth, even the darkest truth in your heart, you will NEVER be able to use your full magic ability." The priestess looks down upon her before turning and walking out of the room.
Kory stands outside the room, "Was that necessary, High Priestess?"
"Yes... Now guard her door and make sure she does not leave that room until I come and get her." The priestess says before heading down the hall, mumbling to herself as she walks.
"Fat chance of that." Kory says once she is gone.
Kory waits until nightfall, then ushers Pascho in.
"What's the plan?" Pascho asks in a hushed tone.
Kory points to the door, "Grab her, go out the window and meet me where we agreed, alright?"
Pascho nods, entering the door and walking into the sleeping Cassie's room.
"Forgive me." Pascho says to no one as he hefts her over his shoulder, using magic to keep her under as he climbs out the window, onto the roof.
He carefully manages to climb down with her and races into the frosty trees. He walks for a few hours before coming upon a clearing with a large bonfire burning in the center, the five 'Champions' sitting in chairs around it while waiting for him.
"I got her." Pascho calls, causing a few of them to stand and look at him.
Alekia walks over, checking the girl over once she is set down on the grass, "Wow.. SHE saved you?? Lucky boy..."
Pascho sighs, "Wish she didn't."
Moros pats Pascho on the shoulder to comfort his friend.
"We need to get ready to move, no doubt once the Chosen find out they will come hunting for her to return her to her destiny." Mesmerian says, his left hand on the hilt of his sword as he walks over.
The group nod and begin readying themselves, gathering supplies and taking the tents down.
War was about to rage...
Sisters Transformed
The curse... It destroyed our lands, and our bodies.... All are known except Cassalandria and Jazminya's forms... the others however....
High Priestess ("The Mother")
Ahmose
Korylra
Kyrlra
Velinya
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