Post by Bigeshu on May 1, 2009 20:23:46 GMT -5
It felt awkward to stand here with dread when one year ago this was the highlight of my life. I wanted to make amends, to prove that I was not the monster that I was...and was drawn to becoming again.
Or was I...
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I snarled. I huffed breath through long dead lungs. I snarled and roared. The scientist has struck at Naviel. Reason was gone, I stopped looking for the light in my foes and for the wounds in my allies. I reached for the heart of shadow and snatched the power. Smites became brain blasting bolts. Holy Fire was lost as I flayed at their minds. Undercity was captured, that I could deal with. But they hurt my son, and I'll be damned...
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I returned to the present, Dhur poked his head out of the door, soon followed by his body pushed along by angry broom sweeps. Matron Battlewail looked through the crowd and our eyes met. She sneered and raised her fist in the air. She swore creatively and slammed shut the door to the orphanage.
Dhur did not have to tell me, that I was not allowed an orphan this year. I'm not surprised though, last year I tried to convince Dhur to kill himself, and even coerced him to listen to my sermon with shadow magic. I'm not the Butcher of Stromgarde, but as the orcs and tauren turned in shock at me, I realized that the calm was gone.
Dhur proved my suspicions as he hopped upon his skeletal pony, and we rode out back to Undercity. If I was going to prove myself a hero, it wouldn't be here. Though I wondered, why hasn't Dhur run away?
I barely managed to prevent myself from searching his mind, but I wondered if perhaps he was afraid that I'd give chase if he tried. The barbaric thought disgusted me. My barbaric thought. Was it mine?
"What's it going to take?"
Dhur looked up and responded, "Win the tourney with honor and pride".
I almost laughed at him. Brill had taken to managing my steed and armory, and I can only guess whose good name I was spreading with every victory. What would Barthalomew do?
Or was I...
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I snarled. I huffed breath through long dead lungs. I snarled and roared. The scientist has struck at Naviel. Reason was gone, I stopped looking for the light in my foes and for the wounds in my allies. I reached for the heart of shadow and snatched the power. Smites became brain blasting bolts. Holy Fire was lost as I flayed at their minds. Undercity was captured, that I could deal with. But they hurt my son, and I'll be damned...
---
I returned to the present, Dhur poked his head out of the door, soon followed by his body pushed along by angry broom sweeps. Matron Battlewail looked through the crowd and our eyes met. She sneered and raised her fist in the air. She swore creatively and slammed shut the door to the orphanage.
Dhur did not have to tell me, that I was not allowed an orphan this year. I'm not surprised though, last year I tried to convince Dhur to kill himself, and even coerced him to listen to my sermon with shadow magic. I'm not the Butcher of Stromgarde, but as the orcs and tauren turned in shock at me, I realized that the calm was gone.
Dhur proved my suspicions as he hopped upon his skeletal pony, and we rode out back to Undercity. If I was going to prove myself a hero, it wouldn't be here. Though I wondered, why hasn't Dhur run away?
I barely managed to prevent myself from searching his mind, but I wondered if perhaps he was afraid that I'd give chase if he tried. The barbaric thought disgusted me. My barbaric thought. Was it mine?
"What's it going to take?"
Dhur looked up and responded, "Win the tourney with honor and pride".
I almost laughed at him. Brill had taken to managing my steed and armory, and I can only guess whose good name I was spreading with every victory. What would Barthalomew do?