Tag: world of warcraft x 5

Rare is the sight of the brilliant paladin without her armor, rarer still to catch her standing in the dancing light cast from stained glass walls. Glistening golden tresses lacking their usual blue headdress. Reverent steps on cobbled stone carry her forward, vibrant colors dancing across the bare arms and face of the woman with every movement. Chilled fingers trailed along the ends of wooden pews, worn from years of kneeling and tears.

A pure devout to the light, lost and wandering when presented with a second chance at life. 

Jade eyes cast themselves down to the stonework beneath her footfalls.

Pure.

Was this a word she could even use to describe herself anymore? Most days she couldn't even recognize who she had been before...

Wooden floorboards warped and creaked under her feet as she moved through the ruined building. It was as holy a space now as it had been when first built, though she was sure “holy” wasn’t the intention of it. There were no prayer nooks, no altars or shrines — but it was, all the same. Each of the now ruined planks that made up the floor had been laid and secured by someone with hopes and dreams of a better, safe life. Hearth stones had been stacked and a chimney made to keep the past occupants warm, dry, and fed. People had lived here, maybe loved here, and this place had become a memorial to the time they had put in to protect themselves from nature.

The people, however, had long been gone; whether through diaspora or violent...

If someone had told me centuries ago that one day I would be standing here on a cliff, looking at him, I'd likely have laughed as I drained the life from their body. If the word 'Marriage' had flowed from their lips, it would have been the last. 

The universe...Fate....whatever it is, had different plans.

He stands before me and the whole of Pandaria stretches out behind him, a picturesque view that takes my breath away, and for the first time it hits me. I am marrying the man I love.

His reddish brown hair catches the breeze as he shifts on his feet nervously, if I didn't know him better I'd think he was second guessing. The truth lies in his eyes, beautiful depths full of love and terrified excitement, his face glancing at me for...

Kynnaria,

I have done as asked and searched for your loved ones, I am afraid that this letter comes with news I wish I did not have to deliver. I managed to locate the remains of both your beloved Saber and your dear friend. 

As much as it pains me to inform you of this I also wish you to know I gave them a proper burial and in time they may help the forests of Darkshore regrow.

I am sorry and pray that Elune be with you in this trying time.

In humble Service,

Xanthia Lieu

The feeling of the Sabers patchy and mangled fur left the druid in tears, "I'm sure you were good and loyal to your beloved Kynnaria," she whispered to the freshly covered mound as she placed a seed in the small hole she left, her hand cupped around...

The large chiseled bartender stood propped against the old wood of the counter top, a damp rag clutched in his hand and his arms folded across his chest, his pale steely blue eyes watching the others as they went about serving the few patrons the inn was entertaining for the night. Slipping his tongue from his mouth he pulled the worn silver ring on his lip inward between his teeth, a motion he rarely even thought about after all this time. 

His long deep green and black hair was, per the usual, pulled back into a high styled pony-tail, the long void tendril sprouting from his head enveloped in the very same way, his two shorter tendrils rested with the similarly long hairs at the back of his neck. Two long wavy strands sat at the...