Post by pyewackett on Dec 12, 2005 2:58:09 GMT -5
To my Guildmates:
While many of you have met me and have come to know me on the field or in communication, I have thus far been rather tight-lipped about my backround and how I came to choose the life of a Warrior. I will endeavor to remedy that in these pages ...
My name is Pyewackett. My parents said they gave me this name because it is a magical name from an ancient and distant world in an ancient and distant time, and because it was thought that the night of my birth was magical.
I was born at the height of a total eclipse of a full moon on the eve of the Feast of Elune. Some said the sign was auspicious, to be born on such a rare event. To others it was a fore-boding to be born when the moon darkened just before Elune's day. It was also said that the celestial event will repeat itself one day in the future a long ways away; and that on that night it will be decided if the omens were for good or ill.
But that is too far off to worry over today. In the meantime I try to make my own future as best I can. To my parents my birth was simply magical, and a blessing, as was their love for each other.
They met in the libraries in the Temple at Darnassus where they both worked. Father was a Druid of Highborne descent and worked in acquisitions. He travelled widely, often with the Explorer's League. Mother was a Priestess who worked at translating and transcribing rare texts. She wrote in a beautiful hand and did some illustrating too.
One day father came upon a large cache of extraordinarily ancient scrolls. Most of the scrolls were made of tin and copper and etched with alien looking glyphs. Some others were of very old parchment and written in an elder elven language. He took them directly to my mother's offices in secret with the intention of turning them over to the Master Archivist at a later time. That time never came.
Mother began to translate the parchment scrolls (she had no idea where to begin with the metal ones). It soon became apparent that the parchments were written before the breaking of the world, and she suspected that a few were written by none other than Azshara herself! There were journals and lists and rather ordinary letters, and there were spells. There were spells of transmutations and materialisations, and there were summonings as well.
The scrolls were frightening but my parents were intrigued and continued to study them and continued to delay in submitting them to the proper authorities. And before long they began to practice. They summoned some small demons at first and learned that the metal scrolls though inscribed by hands on this world contained knowlege from dark and different place. As they learned to control them for longer and longer times they summoned larger and larger demons to demand more and more secrets.
Their pride grew. They sought redemption. They sought retribution. They felt the wieght of the guilt for the sundering of the world by one of their own. And if they couldn't heal the broken world or return the ancient Well, then maybe they could bring the Naga herself to justice. They grew to become a little mad but did not know it.
The demons they had been summoning were all but one minor minion of the Dark One himself, and he meant to gain the favor of his master by destoying the metal scrolls which held secrets that could be used against him. One night he broke the the bonds that never really held him and snatched at the scrolls. Mother and father fearing they had loosed a disaster on Darnassus fought the demon and sent him back to whence he came. But at a cost. They went down to the depths also never to return. They suffer there still.
I grew up in the Temple. I had a fine education but it was a lonely cloistered life. I was novitiate in the priesthood when i found mother's box. It contained transcriptions of the parchments she had translated. The originals along with the metal scrolls finally made it to the vaults but here were copies along with notes from both my parents. It gave me the idea that maybe I could return them to me. So I studied. And then I began to practice. And one night when I slumbered my mother and father came to me in a dream and bid me to leave the Temple and burn the papers before the curse of my pride destoyed me as it had ruined them. And so I did.
I gave up the robes and wandered alone vowing never to practice in magic again. I lived an aimless and solitary life for many years and began to feel of little use to this world. Then one day as I was gathering mushrooms I came across a rusty sword. It looked rather useless but I began to clean it and polish it and sharpen it in the hope that someone might buy it and make some use of it after all. That's when someone saw me and mistook me for a warrior and gave me my first assignment.
I was bid to clear some vermin from a meadow. It was difficult at first but I soon learned how to hold the blade and the work went quickly. I earned some coppers and learned a lesson and for the first time in a long while felt a sense of satisfaction. I wasted no more time but headed for Azeroth. The journey was long and I fell a couple of times but finally made my way to Northshire to begin my training. It was then that I felt like that rusty sword. I had found a way to make myself useful again.
And it was shortly after that when my mother again spoke to me in my dream. She told me that the evil in the world cannot be banished in one fell swoop but must be conquered a little at a time. She reminded me of the eclipse. The darkness does not come upon the moon all at once but a little at a time and the light returns in the same manner, in small marches. And so I have vowed to wage war upon the darkness and count each small victory along the way as one step closer to the return of the Light.
I met Valesta in Ellwyn when I was in my seventh or eigth season and she was twelve or thirteen. She invited me to my first group adventure and showed kindness to me even though I was but a stranger. I have been proud to call her my sister ever since.
She told me of the fine library here in the Guildhall where I might supplement my training and it was soon after that that I was invited to join your ranks. I will always be grateful for the warm welcome I have received and will endeavor to make myself worthy of the Defenders of Valor.
Most important, I hope to make my parents proud.
While many of you have met me and have come to know me on the field or in communication, I have thus far been rather tight-lipped about my backround and how I came to choose the life of a Warrior. I will endeavor to remedy that in these pages ...
My name is Pyewackett. My parents said they gave me this name because it is a magical name from an ancient and distant world in an ancient and distant time, and because it was thought that the night of my birth was magical.
I was born at the height of a total eclipse of a full moon on the eve of the Feast of Elune. Some said the sign was auspicious, to be born on such a rare event. To others it was a fore-boding to be born when the moon darkened just before Elune's day. It was also said that the celestial event will repeat itself one day in the future a long ways away; and that on that night it will be decided if the omens were for good or ill.
But that is too far off to worry over today. In the meantime I try to make my own future as best I can. To my parents my birth was simply magical, and a blessing, as was their love for each other.
They met in the libraries in the Temple at Darnassus where they both worked. Father was a Druid of Highborne descent and worked in acquisitions. He travelled widely, often with the Explorer's League. Mother was a Priestess who worked at translating and transcribing rare texts. She wrote in a beautiful hand and did some illustrating too.
One day father came upon a large cache of extraordinarily ancient scrolls. Most of the scrolls were made of tin and copper and etched with alien looking glyphs. Some others were of very old parchment and written in an elder elven language. He took them directly to my mother's offices in secret with the intention of turning them over to the Master Archivist at a later time. That time never came.
Mother began to translate the parchment scrolls (she had no idea where to begin with the metal ones). It soon became apparent that the parchments were written before the breaking of the world, and she suspected that a few were written by none other than Azshara herself! There were journals and lists and rather ordinary letters, and there were spells. There were spells of transmutations and materialisations, and there were summonings as well.
The scrolls were frightening but my parents were intrigued and continued to study them and continued to delay in submitting them to the proper authorities. And before long they began to practice. They summoned some small demons at first and learned that the metal scrolls though inscribed by hands on this world contained knowlege from dark and different place. As they learned to control them for longer and longer times they summoned larger and larger demons to demand more and more secrets.
Their pride grew. They sought redemption. They sought retribution. They felt the wieght of the guilt for the sundering of the world by one of their own. And if they couldn't heal the broken world or return the ancient Well, then maybe they could bring the Naga herself to justice. They grew to become a little mad but did not know it.
The demons they had been summoning were all but one minor minion of the Dark One himself, and he meant to gain the favor of his master by destoying the metal scrolls which held secrets that could be used against him. One night he broke the the bonds that never really held him and snatched at the scrolls. Mother and father fearing they had loosed a disaster on Darnassus fought the demon and sent him back to whence he came. But at a cost. They went down to the depths also never to return. They suffer there still.
I grew up in the Temple. I had a fine education but it was a lonely cloistered life. I was novitiate in the priesthood when i found mother's box. It contained transcriptions of the parchments she had translated. The originals along with the metal scrolls finally made it to the vaults but here were copies along with notes from both my parents. It gave me the idea that maybe I could return them to me. So I studied. And then I began to practice. And one night when I slumbered my mother and father came to me in a dream and bid me to leave the Temple and burn the papers before the curse of my pride destoyed me as it had ruined them. And so I did.
I gave up the robes and wandered alone vowing never to practice in magic again. I lived an aimless and solitary life for many years and began to feel of little use to this world. Then one day as I was gathering mushrooms I came across a rusty sword. It looked rather useless but I began to clean it and polish it and sharpen it in the hope that someone might buy it and make some use of it after all. That's when someone saw me and mistook me for a warrior and gave me my first assignment.
I was bid to clear some vermin from a meadow. It was difficult at first but I soon learned how to hold the blade and the work went quickly. I earned some coppers and learned a lesson and for the first time in a long while felt a sense of satisfaction. I wasted no more time but headed for Azeroth. The journey was long and I fell a couple of times but finally made my way to Northshire to begin my training. It was then that I felt like that rusty sword. I had found a way to make myself useful again.
And it was shortly after that when my mother again spoke to me in my dream. She told me that the evil in the world cannot be banished in one fell swoop but must be conquered a little at a time. She reminded me of the eclipse. The darkness does not come upon the moon all at once but a little at a time and the light returns in the same manner, in small marches. And so I have vowed to wage war upon the darkness and count each small victory along the way as one step closer to the return of the Light.
I met Valesta in Ellwyn when I was in my seventh or eigth season and she was twelve or thirteen. She invited me to my first group adventure and showed kindness to me even though I was but a stranger. I have been proud to call her my sister ever since.
She told me of the fine library here in the Guildhall where I might supplement my training and it was soon after that that I was invited to join your ranks. I will always be grateful for the warm welcome I have received and will endeavor to make myself worthy of the Defenders of Valor.
Most important, I hope to make my parents proud.
