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An Old Man's Musings
By: Marustika Date: February 26, 2016, 3:40 pm
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It's been some time since I've taken to penning my adventures
and I'd curse myself for letting the hobby slack any further.
It's been three months since my rebirth and I feel as though
I've been caught up in the tides of time. I've embedded myself
within the Silent, albeit much later than I had anticipated. My
brief servitude under Lord Demetrius Devereaux did me no favors
save the time I spent in the bakery. The Crows were vicious and
their claws and beaks were always ready to nip and slash. There
were a few that carried tender hearts. I must admit, Damaris and
Tadriella still give my heart reason to ache. Genteel women, the
white crows. Their wings enveloped me and it was all I could do
to bring them happiness. But that time has passed and I was
lucky to fade away. No assassins have claimed me as of yet, I'm
lucky they believed I'd fled to Dire Maul to serve alongside my
"brothers and sisters" of the Shen'dralar. I must thank Yumna
for giving me such a lovely fib to cling to. I could've sworn
that the Crows did indeed believe me to be Highborne and I'm not
sure how. Appearances must have been everything.
As for the Silent, Eveya welcomed me with open arms. I'd
forgotten just how magnificent she was in person, her golden
armor not nearly as vibrant as the passion she could instill.
Many of my former companions had departed in my absence, Caleb
and Id being the most prominent. I've been appraised of their
crimes and am not surprised. I asked Marus if she had a hand in
it and she dismissed my concerns in her gruff fashion. We
encountered them in Northrend just the other day and I must say
that Id is looking well. Before I allied myself with the Crows
we'd spoken a few times. It was such a thrill to see someone I'd
known, even if we weren't close. My early days in this new body
were spent asking him questions and I made the mistake of
letting my distaste for Caleb get in the way. I hadn't seen him
until recently and I had assumed he'd gotten himself frozen in
place, his misery and purposelessness overpowering him. It is a
relief to see him walking around. I must sit down with him
again, so much has transpired and I do care for the boy.
Yumna. Just thinking about her gives my hand reason to pause.
She was the next to leave and it was a burning display of
indignation. It is a shame to have lost her company but she's
never far and Marus has discussed brokering a deal with the
woman. Ghorna has been present whenever a truly dangerous
expedition rears it's head and up until last night we were
close. She danced through every encounter, more like a black
Butterfly than an assassin. Ghorna's watched me for some time
and has done her best to keep me out of trouble. The elf loathes
it when I drink but last night seemed like as good a time as
any. Her distaste and cruel, yet reasonable words told me
otherwise. I feel as though Ghorna expects me to behave as a
Highborne should and I can only imagine how my behavior must
bring her some distress. If only to assuage her woes I'll
consider cutting back on my drinking. She's a kindly friend and
I'd like to keep her, but if I were still human would she even
care? Would she fuss and fret as much as she does?
After our romp in Northrend, the Silent and I vanquished a being
known as the Spirit. While I was not apart of any of the
previous battles, I still felt like I had worked toward
something meaningful. Eveya was honest with us, she expressed
her fear that she'd brought us to our deaths and I'd never seen
her strength waver as it did. It takes a brave leader to admit
when they're afraid and I do not fault her for it. However her
honestly did nothing to quell my unease; Last night was almost a
haze, as if my actions were not entirely my own. Every spell,
every frozen blast was mutated and twisted into an infernal
fire. Fel taint burned in my chest and there was nothing I could
do. I spoke to Marus of this and she suspects that my
transaction with the one true Archelios was not as clear cut as
I had hoped. I've been having nightmares as of late and I can
only suspect that my visions of gnashing teeth and fire are tied
to last night's mission. Whatever it was, I no longer feel the
sting and I have another to thank for it.
He called himself Sylvelorne, though it's his soft hands that I
remember more clearly. Such a vibrant elf, full of vim and
sexuality. I was reminded of myself as a boy prowling for tail
in Booty bay, but his touch was far less crude than mine. His
scent, his touch, those hungry eyes chased away my fire and I
could feel the welcoming embrace of ice once again. My memories
of last night are still a little fuzzy but I remember lying in
Duskwood next to him. We spoke all night and I woke up in his
arms. It's been a long time since I'd slept alongside another
and I'd forgotten how blissful it was. I confessed to him that I
was human and he did not question it for a moment. It was a time
of trust and honesty and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
My return home this morning was not as peaceful. Marus was
furious, concerned about me being gone all night. After she'd
calmed down and stopped throwing things we settled in the den to
chat. Her ferocity reminded me of when we first reunited after
my passing. It took some time for her to believe my story and
I'd received several bruises while she worked things out. I do
not think she completely trusts me yet but I still know that she
cares. She wouldn't curse and scream if she didn't. I've talked
to her about returning to the Silent, though for the life of me
I can't figure out why she ever left and the silly girl just
won't talk about it. I won't pry but I'll still push. Working
under Eveya will be much safer than selling her skills out to
some mercenaries, at least Eveya will care.
I did not mean to make this first entry so massive and my
fingers ache from writing. But everything is out and my mind is
all the clearer.
To Do List:
-Get to know Bastian better
-Cut down on drinking
-Spend more time with Sylvelorne
-Track down Zultannia
-Get rid of the fel fire
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