Saga - Part II
Feb. 11th, 2009 07:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amarthielI tried to stay away. I went to the pub in Kharanos and spent some of my ever-diminishing silver on something to calm my nerves, but all I heard were the nasty comments and gloats of the other patrons... Stomach lurching again i finally stumbled out into the cold again, swearing that I'd just go up to Ironforge and get a room at the inn.
Three minutes later I was sitting on a snowy hillside, watching the snow settle on the murdered (murdered? That can't be the right word,) horde. I found myself wishing there'd been, I don't know, a flower-seller or something.. the idea of these poor broken bodies left out here, desecrated and alone, really did something to me. Maybe it's just the fact that I felt like I was facing my own future- dead behind enemy lines for some unfathomable reason, where no one would ever find me, or feel for me.
Whatever...
All of a sudden something glowed in the soft cover of snow.. The faint shape of an ankh on the shaman's chest burst into light suddenly, dazzling me. It faded again and the prone form shifted and sat up. I wasn't sure whether he could see me or not; in either case, the troll paid me no mind. He drank from a small wineskin at his belt, and stood, surveying the damage to his companions. Taking a deep breath, the glowing eyes closed and he began to cast... He resurrected them both, casting a soft, healing green glow upon each. The woman nodded her thanks, and began to tend to her fallen pet. The bull grunted softly, shaking his head, and sat down in the snow to examine the state of his weaponry. They seemed little the worse for wear.. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't somehow strangely comforted.
While the male troll and the tauren sat down to catch their breath, the huntress began to walk around the perimeter of the little grove in which they'd fallen... I jerked, waking from my distraction as she turned in my direction. shit... There wasn't enough time to get away... I laid my polearm on the ground, as far away as I could reach, and held my empty hands in my lap, hoping she'd realize I wasn't a threat.
She was right in front of me before I realized it, and she caught my gaze. "I'm not going to start anythin'," I murmured uselessly. She didn't seem particularly threatening herself, I realized.. I'd fought trolls in the ruins of Stranglethorn, but the women there had been stronger, stockier; this huntress was smaller and lighter than most of them. She almost resembled the Huntress who used to hire me to fish... I gestured to the spear that lay in the snow, and shook my head. I could probably take her, if it came to it- but not her two friends.
She just smiled at me, though, and nodded as though she understood. I sat there, stunned, as she moved on. She finally returned to the others. I suppose she didn't tell them about me; at any rate, they called their riding beasts and headed away.
I stayed for some time watching the snow fall, covering the marks of the scuffle, before heading out to Stormwind. I don't normally like that city- it makes me think of the fallen Lordaeron- but I couldn't stand the thought of anymore snow.
Three minutes later I was sitting on a snowy hillside, watching the snow settle on the murdered (murdered? That can't be the right word,) horde. I found myself wishing there'd been, I don't know, a flower-seller or something.. the idea of these poor broken bodies left out here, desecrated and alone, really did something to me. Maybe it's just the fact that I felt like I was facing my own future- dead behind enemy lines for some unfathomable reason, where no one would ever find me, or feel for me.
Whatever...
All of a sudden something glowed in the soft cover of snow.. The faint shape of an ankh on the shaman's chest burst into light suddenly, dazzling me. It faded again and the prone form shifted and sat up. I wasn't sure whether he could see me or not; in either case, the troll paid me no mind. He drank from a small wineskin at his belt, and stood, surveying the damage to his companions. Taking a deep breath, the glowing eyes closed and he began to cast... He resurrected them both, casting a soft, healing green glow upon each. The woman nodded her thanks, and began to tend to her fallen pet. The bull grunted softly, shaking his head, and sat down in the snow to examine the state of his weaponry. They seemed little the worse for wear.. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't somehow strangely comforted.
While the male troll and the tauren sat down to catch their breath, the huntress began to walk around the perimeter of the little grove in which they'd fallen... I jerked, waking from my distraction as she turned in my direction. shit... There wasn't enough time to get away... I laid my polearm on the ground, as far away as I could reach, and held my empty hands in my lap, hoping she'd realize I wasn't a threat.
She was right in front of me before I realized it, and she caught my gaze. "I'm not going to start anythin'," I murmured uselessly. She didn't seem particularly threatening herself, I realized.. I'd fought trolls in the ruins of Stranglethorn, but the women there had been stronger, stockier; this huntress was smaller and lighter than most of them. She almost resembled the Huntress who used to hire me to fish... I gestured to the spear that lay in the snow, and shook my head. I could probably take her, if it came to it- but not her two friends.
She just smiled at me, though, and nodded as though she understood. I sat there, stunned, as she moved on. She finally returned to the others. I suppose she didn't tell them about me; at any rate, they called their riding beasts and headed away.
I stayed for some time watching the snow fall, covering the marks of the scuffle, before heading out to Stormwind. I don't normally like that city- it makes me think of the fallen Lordaeron- but I couldn't stand the thought of anymore snow.
