Post by Verloren on Oct 29, 2007 3:46:51 GMT -5
Darkness. All is darkness and confusion. The moments - waking moments were all darkness, lights, and a haze of memories just out of reach. I can barely breathe without the whispers of forgotten friends, enemies, loves lost and found come blasting by like a freight train of torment. It is in that blinking moment of peripheral memory that you almost believe you have grasped something, seen something, heard something, only to have to second guess yourself for the next millenia - or what seems like it - whether or not you heard correctly, or heard anything at all. Until, out of nowhere, a voice shakes you to the very core.
"Get up."
I scamper quickly to my feet, but all is still confusion.
"Keep your face down."
"You have been brought back because you decided to take your life into your own hands. Do you understand what we are saying?"
What in the blazes are they talking about? What life?
"You uh..you must have made a mistake. What is this place? Could you actually face me instead of forcing me to talk to -"
"Did I ask for anything but a yes or a no from you, veloren?"
Finally, something I understand. Veloren is old tongue for lost.
"No, you did not. Then again, you're the one with all the answers here, tyran van zwak." I'm so incredibly clever.
"I am hardly a tyrant, son of Marcus, and have been nothing but a friend to, even against my peers' better judgement. Even if I were able to restore your memory to you, what possible difference would it make? Would you put it to good use or simply continue down the road to self destruction you were already on?"
I can feel the presence of someone very near me. My eyes are finally adjusting to the dark and I see that there are four of them standing on the far end of the 12x12 room, all staring at me. My god, they're giants of men, at least seven or eight feet in height.
"I do not know what manner of man I may have been in days past - as my memory does not serve me at this time. However, if you were to but inform me -"
"I do not wish to carry on conversation with you. I simply wish to gain an understanding of what your true nature is, without the external influences of the fallen world."
Again with the shadowgames and nonsense. These overgrown idiots are just playing mind games with me. What is the point of a chess game when you know all of your opponents moves in advance?
"I cannot be detained any further. If you will not assist me, I will find those that can so I may continue whatever it is that I do."
I step forward to approach my wood be captors, and one of the large figures steps into the light, planting an open hand on my chest.
"You..you are Dranei," is all I can say.
Even for their kind, they are large, even menacing.
He nods, a small smile crossing his face.
"He is with us, friends. His sacrifice was made in the spirit of the Light. I can see it now."
One of the other Dranei approaches me, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"When we saw the Intervention, we immediately intercepted your spirit as we entered your world. You were..corrupted beyond redemption, but the demons inside had been annihilated by the sheer awe of power you had unleashed upon yourself. They are dead, but a part of your spirit now, nontheless. We had to be certain you were not inherently corrupt as a result."
Great. More confusion. I rub my face absent mindedly and stare at the four towering Dranei.
"So who 'am' I? Do I know you?"
The seeming-leader of the four places his hand on my head and smiles.
Memories rushing back - Samin's in trouble, the Defenders -
"..Samin. I need to-"
"Samin dispatched your captors in a fit of rage after your demise. He is alive and well."
"But he's -"
One of the other Dranei interrupts, "He has not fully appreciated the passage of time, Councilor."
"..Passage of time?"
"It's been over a year now since the events you are thinking of occurred."
I bury my face in my hands. They all think I'm dead by now.
"It will be quite a shock to them if they see that you yet live. Samin undoubtedly informed them of your death." one of the Elder Dranei says.
I sigh and lift my head. "Well, guess I better be off surprising folks then, eh?"
I stide past the four Lightbringers past the door. Blazing sunlight slams into my face like a freight train and as I turn around, nothing remains but open prarie behind me. I'm in the middle of Westfall, standing out towards the open ocean.
Was it real? Was I dead? Do Dranei really grow that tall? Has it really been that long? All of the Paladin equipment is gone, replaced now with the well worn rogue gear I had left in the plaguelands. The maces feel warm and friendly in my hands. I can only hope that my friends yet live.
"Windfoot.."
Is gone, gone and dead a while now. His spirit hopefully lives in peace now, though.
I expand my mental search. I need to find a leader.
A moment later, I shake my head.
"I need to find a pub.."
"Get up."
I scamper quickly to my feet, but all is still confusion.
"Keep your face down."
"You have been brought back because you decided to take your life into your own hands. Do you understand what we are saying?"
What in the blazes are they talking about? What life?
"You uh..you must have made a mistake. What is this place? Could you actually face me instead of forcing me to talk to -"
"Did I ask for anything but a yes or a no from you, veloren?"
Finally, something I understand. Veloren is old tongue for lost.
"No, you did not. Then again, you're the one with all the answers here, tyran van zwak." I'm so incredibly clever.
"I am hardly a tyrant, son of Marcus, and have been nothing but a friend to, even against my peers' better judgement. Even if I were able to restore your memory to you, what possible difference would it make? Would you put it to good use or simply continue down the road to self destruction you were already on?"
I can feel the presence of someone very near me. My eyes are finally adjusting to the dark and I see that there are four of them standing on the far end of the 12x12 room, all staring at me. My god, they're giants of men, at least seven or eight feet in height.
"I do not know what manner of man I may have been in days past - as my memory does not serve me at this time. However, if you were to but inform me -"
"I do not wish to carry on conversation with you. I simply wish to gain an understanding of what your true nature is, without the external influences of the fallen world."
Again with the shadowgames and nonsense. These overgrown idiots are just playing mind games with me. What is the point of a chess game when you know all of your opponents moves in advance?
"I cannot be detained any further. If you will not assist me, I will find those that can so I may continue whatever it is that I do."
I step forward to approach my wood be captors, and one of the large figures steps into the light, planting an open hand on my chest.
"You..you are Dranei," is all I can say.
Even for their kind, they are large, even menacing.
He nods, a small smile crossing his face.
"He is with us, friends. His sacrifice was made in the spirit of the Light. I can see it now."
One of the other Dranei approaches me, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"When we saw the Intervention, we immediately intercepted your spirit as we entered your world. You were..corrupted beyond redemption, but the demons inside had been annihilated by the sheer awe of power you had unleashed upon yourself. They are dead, but a part of your spirit now, nontheless. We had to be certain you were not inherently corrupt as a result."
Great. More confusion. I rub my face absent mindedly and stare at the four towering Dranei.
"So who 'am' I? Do I know you?"
The seeming-leader of the four places his hand on my head and smiles.
Memories rushing back - Samin's in trouble, the Defenders -
"..Samin. I need to-"
"Samin dispatched your captors in a fit of rage after your demise. He is alive and well."
"But he's -"
One of the other Dranei interrupts, "He has not fully appreciated the passage of time, Councilor."
"..Passage of time?"
"It's been over a year now since the events you are thinking of occurred."
I bury my face in my hands. They all think I'm dead by now.
"It will be quite a shock to them if they see that you yet live. Samin undoubtedly informed them of your death." one of the Elder Dranei says.
I sigh and lift my head. "Well, guess I better be off surprising folks then, eh?"
I stide past the four Lightbringers past the door. Blazing sunlight slams into my face like a freight train and as I turn around, nothing remains but open prarie behind me. I'm in the middle of Westfall, standing out towards the open ocean.
Was it real? Was I dead? Do Dranei really grow that tall? Has it really been that long? All of the Paladin equipment is gone, replaced now with the well worn rogue gear I had left in the plaguelands. The maces feel warm and friendly in my hands. I can only hope that my friends yet live.
"Windfoot.."
Is gone, gone and dead a while now. His spirit hopefully lives in peace now, though.
I expand my mental search. I need to find a leader.
A moment later, I shake my head.
"I need to find a pub.."
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