Post by Ariana S. Verthas on Aug 12, 2013 19:16:10 GMT -5
The following entry is written in a compact and simple looking leatherbound book. Amongst various scraps of notes and other paperworks stuffed inbetween. The handwriting a neat and methodical scrawl.
Monday, thirthteenth of the eight month, Duskwood
We once again ventured through that tree that led into the darkened realm of shadows. This time armed with a dagger that held the soul of a lost priestess that had given herself to the curse of Worgens and the feral mind that came with it.
This was as we had been instructed the deceit we were delivering to trick the Witch that we had indeed killed our own Master. How long this would hold, I cannot have guessed. Turns out we never even came close to our target.
Yet again we were in those vast and endless waters, wrong waters. Floating too easily. The tadpoles lacking thankfully, it was not a pleasant sensation the last time we had been here to have them crawl across so freely; Wet slithering things shouldn't be creeping up my legs. It is good we were more prepared for this world this time.
We had the weed that would buy our passage with the ferryman, if that is even what he is. Hooded, dark, grim, skeletal-like. The entire world seems to be against my mind when submerged in its darkness, not being alone helps greatly. Unless one of your fellow comrades is called “Opscuritas”. I do not know what it is with her but I question greatly why she even is in our ranks. There is no sense of following command or any discipline. She shows no usefulness in combat overall even if she's capable of casting, she repeatedly remarks upon being too delicate or anything similarly vain and shallow.
If she is only around to possibly keep the Master's bed warm then she could surely be sufficient enough in a rank outside that of the soldiers within the Retinue.
Perhaps it was a blessing afterall that the trip we had upon the boat once having bought our passage lulled me to sleep. Time isn't a concept easily grasped in that realm, I can hardly say how long I had indeed managed to doze off. Nor do I know why, I am known to be vigilant and sharp in situations like these.
Must be that damned and cursed place constantly bearing down on one's mind.
I can't really say that tonight was a failure but a slight tension rose from Von Kova and her approach on leading us. Perhaps an off-day, who knows. But I didn't agree with most of her choices. Especially when my suggestion of securing a way out was thrown aside or we were left in the dark of plans or thinking ahead. Of course one follows their commander, but if you're to follow without knowing what is expected or what will be done then it becomes a bit of a perilious situation.
All in all none got injured, I suppose it does count for something that no real danger was faced. Especially while down on numbers with our healers. We were struggling to pass the gates of the massive fortess that loomed before us, we had been told to come here for the woman to deliver our proof yet she was nowhere to be seen and talk of a 'Master' occured.
We were watched by a Gargoyle, luckily not hostile. And faced a challenge to be permitted entrance as the initial suggestion that Von Kova was a slave-mistress bringing slaves for the master – was discarded and denied.
McGlade engaged combat with “their” chosen champion, a plate construct clad in black armour that landed one blow after the other without our Greencoat getting a single hit in inbetween. The outcome didn't look too well if our passage depended on his victory. Kova's quick thinking did lead us forward as she offered herself as next contestant, a second chance. And a more risky one, to offer every single one of us as slave would she fail. Ancestors be blessed that she did not let us down and proved her skill in shooting to be excellent.
Our entrance was earned and we all were given permission to enter this vast stronghold, but of who? Turned out to be a man of striking appearance that was surrounded by countless women. Including those of the dark skin that were identical to those we saw in the vision. No sight of our Witch. Only this smirking man that radiated such smug confidence it made me sick.
Perhaps a trait that can be appreciated in a man, but when flaunting his power over these mindless drones – since I suspect their submission to be infused by a spell- in a world crafted from shadow it just spells malice.
The dagger was exchanged but we never saw our Witch, Kova instead got influenced somehow by this “Master” and began acting like a smitten girl throwing herself at her idol. Honeybee, what a nickname. Good thing she was dragged out before she could fully make a fool of herself or be lured into things that would mean betrayal of loyalty or perceived as such.
It was fortunate that a deal was made that he would reveal the location of the Witch once the revealed spy amongst his women would leave his lands. How he will contact us, I do not know. But this agreement atleast led to our departure through a portal. However our dagger lost in payment, which may cost us dearly if we do not play things carefully. And maybe next time we set out we may finally bring an end to this Witch.
My mind is weary, exhaustion is washing over me as the hours crawl by. But I am nearly finished with writing down the events before memories will fail me once more.
There were new faces amongst the Green today, I have not managed to speak to all but it is good to see fresh blood streaming into our ranks. Bladerunner for example was a nice conversational partner, which may be due to the fact I was able to speak of Pa', their mutual liking for the barbaric style in combat awakening memories of him. His brutish strength and thundering voice, roaring laughter. It could really strike one into the core when he began to laugh. Or instill terror in foes we fought as his voice boomed across the fields. Such lungs he had. I miss him, Ancestors I miss them both.
This nagging sorrow will be with me forever, and just the slightest mentioning makes it that much worse. I know I'll see them tonight, in my dreams. And perhaps the day I fall I may join them in the Halls of our Ancestors, I shall be welcomed back into their arms. But untill then I will have to cherish memories only, the past.
I have dealt with the minor indifferences that rose during our venture into the otherworld in the pressence of our Master. I do believe that further cooperation should be perfectly possible and improve as we all grow more accustomed to eachother.
And as I serve alongside the others, I know I have chosen a path I walk with pride. I do not feel alone. This loneliness sometimes eats me up on the inside, this nagging emptyness that has been created upon my parent's death and my return to Azeroth. I wanted it stilled, I wanted comfort. And I would have offered my pressence at night to Master but his exhaustion was too obvious, as was mine. I take comfort in the kiss, a gesture perhaps small but as my appreciation and growing admiration was expressed I relished in that little moment of warmth and intimacy. It's something I have so severely missed these last years. And I welcome it whole-heartedly.
Monday, thirthteenth of the eight month, Duskwood
We once again ventured through that tree that led into the darkened realm of shadows. This time armed with a dagger that held the soul of a lost priestess that had given herself to the curse of Worgens and the feral mind that came with it.
This was as we had been instructed the deceit we were delivering to trick the Witch that we had indeed killed our own Master. How long this would hold, I cannot have guessed. Turns out we never even came close to our target.
Yet again we were in those vast and endless waters, wrong waters. Floating too easily. The tadpoles lacking thankfully, it was not a pleasant sensation the last time we had been here to have them crawl across so freely; Wet slithering things shouldn't be creeping up my legs. It is good we were more prepared for this world this time.
We had the weed that would buy our passage with the ferryman, if that is even what he is. Hooded, dark, grim, skeletal-like. The entire world seems to be against my mind when submerged in its darkness, not being alone helps greatly. Unless one of your fellow comrades is called “Opscuritas”. I do not know what it is with her but I question greatly why she even is in our ranks. There is no sense of following command or any discipline. She shows no usefulness in combat overall even if she's capable of casting, she repeatedly remarks upon being too delicate or anything similarly vain and shallow.
If she is only around to possibly keep the Master's bed warm then she could surely be sufficient enough in a rank outside that of the soldiers within the Retinue.
Perhaps it was a blessing afterall that the trip we had upon the boat once having bought our passage lulled me to sleep. Time isn't a concept easily grasped in that realm, I can hardly say how long I had indeed managed to doze off. Nor do I know why, I am known to be vigilant and sharp in situations like these.
Must be that damned and cursed place constantly bearing down on one's mind.
I can't really say that tonight was a failure but a slight tension rose from Von Kova and her approach on leading us. Perhaps an off-day, who knows. But I didn't agree with most of her choices. Especially when my suggestion of securing a way out was thrown aside or we were left in the dark of plans or thinking ahead. Of course one follows their commander, but if you're to follow without knowing what is expected or what will be done then it becomes a bit of a perilious situation.
All in all none got injured, I suppose it does count for something that no real danger was faced. Especially while down on numbers with our healers. We were struggling to pass the gates of the massive fortess that loomed before us, we had been told to come here for the woman to deliver our proof yet she was nowhere to be seen and talk of a 'Master' occured.
We were watched by a Gargoyle, luckily not hostile. And faced a challenge to be permitted entrance as the initial suggestion that Von Kova was a slave-mistress bringing slaves for the master – was discarded and denied.
McGlade engaged combat with “their” chosen champion, a plate construct clad in black armour that landed one blow after the other without our Greencoat getting a single hit in inbetween. The outcome didn't look too well if our passage depended on his victory. Kova's quick thinking did lead us forward as she offered herself as next contestant, a second chance. And a more risky one, to offer every single one of us as slave would she fail. Ancestors be blessed that she did not let us down and proved her skill in shooting to be excellent.
Our entrance was earned and we all were given permission to enter this vast stronghold, but of who? Turned out to be a man of striking appearance that was surrounded by countless women. Including those of the dark skin that were identical to those we saw in the vision. No sight of our Witch. Only this smirking man that radiated such smug confidence it made me sick.
Perhaps a trait that can be appreciated in a man, but when flaunting his power over these mindless drones – since I suspect their submission to be infused by a spell- in a world crafted from shadow it just spells malice.
The dagger was exchanged but we never saw our Witch, Kova instead got influenced somehow by this “Master” and began acting like a smitten girl throwing herself at her idol. Honeybee, what a nickname. Good thing she was dragged out before she could fully make a fool of herself or be lured into things that would mean betrayal of loyalty or perceived as such.
It was fortunate that a deal was made that he would reveal the location of the Witch once the revealed spy amongst his women would leave his lands. How he will contact us, I do not know. But this agreement atleast led to our departure through a portal. However our dagger lost in payment, which may cost us dearly if we do not play things carefully. And maybe next time we set out we may finally bring an end to this Witch.
My mind is weary, exhaustion is washing over me as the hours crawl by. But I am nearly finished with writing down the events before memories will fail me once more.
There were new faces amongst the Green today, I have not managed to speak to all but it is good to see fresh blood streaming into our ranks. Bladerunner for example was a nice conversational partner, which may be due to the fact I was able to speak of Pa', their mutual liking for the barbaric style in combat awakening memories of him. His brutish strength and thundering voice, roaring laughter. It could really strike one into the core when he began to laugh. Or instill terror in foes we fought as his voice boomed across the fields. Such lungs he had. I miss him, Ancestors I miss them both.
This nagging sorrow will be with me forever, and just the slightest mentioning makes it that much worse. I know I'll see them tonight, in my dreams. And perhaps the day I fall I may join them in the Halls of our Ancestors, I shall be welcomed back into their arms. But untill then I will have to cherish memories only, the past.
I have dealt with the minor indifferences that rose during our venture into the otherworld in the pressence of our Master. I do believe that further cooperation should be perfectly possible and improve as we all grow more accustomed to eachother.
And as I serve alongside the others, I know I have chosen a path I walk with pride. I do not feel alone. This loneliness sometimes eats me up on the inside, this nagging emptyness that has been created upon my parent's death and my return to Azeroth. I wanted it stilled, I wanted comfort. And I would have offered my pressence at night to Master but his exhaustion was too obvious, as was mine. I take comfort in the kiss, a gesture perhaps small but as my appreciation and growing admiration was expressed I relished in that little moment of warmth and intimacy. It's something I have so severely missed these last years. And I welcome it whole-heartedly.