Tag: Old enemies
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Burial
Braghaman used his shovel to finish filling the small hole in front of him. Straightening up, he cast a glance around at Raven Hill Cemetery to make sure that nothing had tried to approach him while he’d been digging. Everything was safely at a distance. The paladin knelt down and moved the mace that he’d placed on the ground beside him and pulled over a leather bag. Opening it up, he pulled out a small, stone panel. He placed the stone next to the hole and then stood slowly.
It read ‘Faris’.
There was the cracking of a branch behind the paladin, causing him to grip the shovel tightly and turn around. Braghaman relaxed as he saw Eric walking towards him.
“Was he there?” Braghaman asked as he reached down and picked up the...
A Final Meeting
(Originally posted Nov 14, 2010)
Braghaman sat up on the bed and glanced around the room. It was a small room, enough space for a table and a chair at one side and the bed at the other. It was a quaint home, comfortable for the people who lived here usually. The hearth had a cozy fire in it, casting a warm glow around the room. The door was open, the early evening peering into the room.
It had been two days since the priestess had brought him here. Smuggled out in the back of a wagon, she'd brought him to Darkshire and to this little home just outside. She'd bound his hand and helped him as best she could. Then the young priestess returned to Stormwind to see what could be found out.
Two days of laying in the bed with nothing to do...
Voices In The Dark
(Originally posted Nov 11, 2010)
Nalya was new to the Cathedral. She had completed her priestly training in Northshire Abbey and had only recently arrived in Stormwind. As a young priestess, she was still amazed at the grandeur and size of the Cathedral. The city was much larger than her home in Darkshire. But at least she didn't have to worry about something coming in to town to eat her, she thought as she walked through the halls of the Cathedral.
She was new, so she had been given mostly menial tasks to do. But Nalya didn't mind. She was happy to be helping in any way she could. This evening, she'd been given the task of lighting the candles in the rooms in the keep. With a calm smile, she walked down the halls of the lower...
Discussions in the Dark
(Originally posted Nov 3, 2010)
Deep in the halls of the Cathedral, the light of the morning barely made itself known. Sitting in his lonely cell, the priest was on the floor, cross-legged with his head bowed. As he slowly, rhythmically breathed, his peace ended with the quiet tapping on the door to his room.
"Come," the priest said quietly, his head remaining bowed.
"Father Corenyn," the paladin greeted quietly as he entered the room and shut the door.
"Brother Faris," the priest returned, finally looking up to the doorway. He looked young, not quiet the years of middle age. Apparently fit, he never seemed to tire in front of the others in the Cathedral. "You bring news?"
"I do, father," Faris began as he moved closer. The...
Discussions in Dark Places
(Originally posted Oct 28, 2010)
Slowly, consciousness creeped up on the paladin. And with it came the pain. A dull throbbing pulsed in his head. He could feel his heart beating in his head, and it was not a pleasant sensation. Slowly, he tried to bring his hand to his forehead, but couldn't reach his head. Tentatively, Braghaman pulled on his arm with no success. Jerking harder, he could begin to make out the sound of metal jingling near his ears. Turning his head to the side, Bragh could see his arms hanging from the wall by heavy chains.
"Glad to see you're back with us," a gruff voice spoke in the shadows.
Wincing, Bragh began looking around. The room was shadowed. He was sitting on the floor, chained to the wall by his wrists....
A Cold Day In...
(Originally posted Oct 27, 2010)
The hour was late. Sooner than some would want, the morning would begin to break along the horizon. But for the moment, darkness had settled deep as the night slowly progressed. Most had long since gone to sleep, few continued to mill around the city of Stormwind.
Inside one of the town's inn, the silence was disrupted by five men who quietly moved from the entrance to the steps. Hints of armor could be seen beneath their cloaks. The men had taken the trouble to try and muffle the metal of their plate, wrapping particular parts in cloth to reduce the ringing. As the five men began to climb the stairs to the second level, they drew clubs.
"Who are we looking for?" one of the men whispered from the...
Warnings In The Night
(Originally posted Sept 29, 2010)
Braghaman sat near the fire with his feet propped up on the hearth. Madame Eva floated around the common room, checking on all of her regular customers and the weary travelers who sought a safe room for the night. But she always found a moment to check on the paladin, even though she knew he would never ask for anything more than a cup of coffee to help keep the chill in check.
Walking away from him again, Madame Eva patted Bragh on his shoulder. The slight metallic ringing could be heard from the armor he had beneath his traveling cloak. She turned towards the door as a new person arrived to her inn. The hostess greeted her new guest, a large man with his cloak pulled close, but it seemed as though...
Resisting Arrest
(Originally posted Sept 11, 2010)
The shadows of Duskwood were cast deep as night creeped up on the town of Darkshire. The howls and screeches of the forest echoed off the buildings as people raced in and out of town. Braghaman stepped out of Madame Eva's inn and looked around the town. Dressed in full armor, he was still adjusting one of the straps on his breastplate as he began walking towards the town hall. He had only crossed the road when he heard a call.
"Larethian!" the voice called far too loudly for the quiet town.
Braghaman stopped and turned towards the voice. The look of curiosity was immediately replaced with one much darker.
"Faris," Bragh replied with a grumble in the back of his throat. "What do you want now?" he asked,...
The Unwelcome Mat
Braghaman slowly rode his charger into the capital city. Wearing the colors of the Argent Crusade, the warhorse steadily trod across the bridge as his hoofbeats echoed to the waters below. Paladin and charger were a quiet pair as the moved to the main entrance to Stormwind. As they got closer to the guards stationed at the bridge, the charger snorted as if to say, "Are you sure about this?" The paladin placed his hand gently on the back of the horse's neck, rubbing reassuringly as the continued on.
Normally, Braghaman would wear his traveling clothes. He preferred to wear black leather pants and leather vest. Normally, he'd have a well-worn hat as well. But not this day. Something made the paladin feel...
Shadow In The Light, Part 2: Growing Conspiracies
(Originally Posted Jan 16, 2009)
The paladin Faris was sitting at a table in the Cathedral of Stormwind. It'd been a day and a half since he'd lost Braghaman Larethian. Almost two days since someone strolled up and dispatched his men and defeated him. He stewed over the insult as he read through papers on the table. While he was reading, a shadow fell over his table, blocking the light from the papers he was reading, blocking the light from his business.
Looking up, Faris saw a young paladin, his armor still fresh and suffering from no mark or dent, standing beside the table. The young man stood at attention, waiting for his superior's attention. Faris eyed him up and down for a moment. "Report."
"Sir," the young paladin began....
Shadow In The Light
(Originally Posted Jan 10, 2009)
The paladin walked slowly up the steps to the cathedral in Stormwind. His armor ringing as he climbed the stairs seemed much louder to his pounding headache. When he finally reached the top step, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath. Finally, he took a deep breath and walked into the cathedral. Entering the main hall, a young priest called out to him.
"Brother Faris. Welcome back," the priest called out. Then he noticed the paladin's condition. "Are you okay, Brother Faris?"
"I will survive," Faris grunted. Please find me Father Jeseb." The paladin sunk onto one of the benches while he awaited the priests return. He felt as if he'd barely closed his eyes when he heard footsteps...
New Players, New Games...
(Originally Posted Dec 31, 2008)
Bragh had returned to Eva's inn shortly after his encounter with the death knight. It had been unsettling, as far as meetings went, but far from the worst that it could have been. With only a few hours left of that night, the paladin intended to get as much sleep as he could.
When next he awoke, Braghaman found light slipping in through the opened front door. It had not reached him yet, sitting next to the fire, but it was close enough to bring him around. Rubbing his eyes, Bragh let out a colossal yawn that cracked his jaw. Wincing, he rubbed his jaw and lifted his head slowly. His neck ached from sleeping in the chair, but it was a penance he was willing to do. Rotating his head a little,...
On The Road Home
(Originally posted Nov 11, 2008)
It was a cold night as Braghman rode through the forests of Duskwood. It had been weeks since he last stepped foot in the place. Or rather, it had been weeks since he spent any more time than it took to ride towards the haunted towers of Karazhan. He glanced around as his charger slowly paced down the street, his eyes keen for any trouble that might appear.
With the retirement of so many members of the Dawn, Braghaman had found it difficult to continue his duties in Duskwood. The last remaining councilor, he thought sadly. Almost the last officer, a soft voice added in his mind. It had been hard. At first he continued his duties the best he could, patrolling the forests and helping where he could....
Dinner Time
(Originally Posted: Apr 11, 2008)
Braghaman sat quietly in the living room of his home. His mace sat on the floor, next to his chair, as he relaxed in simple clothes. His armor sat, cleaned and repaired, in the side of the room, but Bragh had no thought of wearing it this evening.
Sitting next to the window, the afternoon light shining in to brighten the room, Bragh leaned back with his eyes closed. In the kitchen, he could hear his wife preparing all sorts of new concoctions. Pans banged, utensils clinked together as she tried new things for him to taste. A smile creeped across his face as he listened to Ana explaining the recipe to her minions. He could imagine them wearing aprons at her insistence while they all cooked. There...
Filling In Shadowbreaker
*knock knock knock*
“Do you have a minute?”
Lord Shadowbreaker looked up from his desk to see Braghaman standing in the doorway to his office along with another gentleman behind him. “I do. Come in.”
The two men stepped inside as Shadowbreaker got up from his chair and moved around the desk with his hand outstretched. “Doing well, I hope, Larethian.”
“I am,” Bragh answered as he shook the paladin trainer’s hand.
Shadowbreaker then turned to the bald man beside Braghaman and held his hand out. “Eric, right?”
“Yes, sir,” the rogue said as he shook the paladin’s hand.
“What can I do for you two?”
“Eric,” Braghaman said, looking back at his guild mate and nodded towards the door. Without any...
