The silvery white light of the moon filtered in through the thick canopy of fir trees above her. The elvish woman-child wandered small, and insignificant before the great peaks of Northrend. Her heavy plate boots crunched in the snow beneath her feet; the metal tarnished and dirty, once illustrious. Remora, Sun-blessed, Blood-Knight, daughter of a walking corpse, a sister and a traitor. The laughing woman was dead in her chest, and she clutched at her empty flask of firewater like a child clutches a toy. Here, the night was unusually quiet, the cold seeming to have sapped the energy even from the wandering servants of the Lich King. Here, she could lose herself in the belief that there was no one left in the world. That everything had ended the night her old life did. That, somewhere within the silence, buried under all this snow were the faces and voices of everyone she'd ever known. Mel let out an unstable sigh, fog billowing from her chapped red lips. Sucking in her breath, she felt the sting of the cold in her lungs and held it there; closing her eyes to the world, allowing the darkness to wash over her.
She had failed. It was not so surprising, perhaps, but for the memory that continued to flash behind her eyes. She simply had not been there, had not been told, had not been allowed. She supposed that it was deserved; there was always a price for brief forays into happiness. The young woman had reasoned with herself- she was not the only one to suffer- the various tragedies, so close together, had affected all of her people. Why would a blood traitor have any higher chance of redemption than that of her peers? If, out of everyone, even Dmitri's little girl wasn't spared- why would any of them? His voice echoed in her mind on repeat; "she was just a child, she was just a child". At the sound of his voice, her eyes snapped open and she let out her breath. Was she losing her mind? "I wouldn't say that. Where would it of gone anyway?" The familiar warm, chiding voice whispered to her, edged with laughter.
The former paladin pushed away his voice from the edges of her mind, shivering from more than the cold. Bringing up her pace, she continued her brisk walk through the trees. She knew her mother would have thrown a fit if only she could see her now. The ranger-general had always loved her daughters hair. Mel could remember back, back to when she was just 'Remmy', sitting on the edge of her mothers lap; a thin comb being run through her curly hair. Flinching a bit at the memory, she reached up to finger her matted, frost-strewn curls. Whispers of the voices returned to her, and she stopped, focusing on shutting out her thoughts with the cold. Over the months she'd been here, Mel had become quite adept at simply not thinking.
Finally, she was there. In front of her loomed a heavy, solid rock face. Snow had piled up along the base, and the thick roots of trees twisted along the surface of it, disappearing into the snow. She made her way a few paces forward and began to brush the snow from the roots, revealing a small passage hidden by frost. Struggling a moment with her heavy gear, she managed to slip through, landing several feet below with a thud. She lay there for a moment longer before pushing herself off the ground and slowly removing the various pieces of her armor. Beneath the dull gleam of her old gear was thick, insulating leather. As she removed each piece, down to her boots, she lifted them and walked by memory through the dark. The only sign that she stopped was silence, as the clinking of metal against metal stilled.
A flickering golden light began to dance above, somewhere a ways above her. This light spread, and began to illuminate the chamber dimly. In front of her were sheets of stone. She placed the armor down, starting with the helm and ending with her boots. Allowing herself a moments repose, she stretched, the hide along her arms cracking against itself. Here, the wind couldn't reach her, but it was still cold. The thick, frayed collar of a plaid shirt poked out from beneath the leather, the material worn from constant wear. Pacing over to one of the dirt walls, she drew the light illuminating the room to her hand, tightening her fist until it lingered only in her fingertips- just enough light to see by. Leaning up against the wall was a clumsily made bow and quiver. Slinging them over her shoulder, she took one last glance back into the chasm before starting her climb out.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Biography
A.N: This is the journal of my main in WoW from back when I used to RP, as well as the book she's been writing. This is the full biography, just to get some things down and out on 'paper' so I can brainstorm her return IC.
Appearance: See "About Me" section.
A brief History:
Was born Remora Sunblessed to two high-elves living along the border of Eversong. Her father was a powerful sorcerer with the dream of becoming a Magister. Her mother was a scout serving directly under the Ranger-General of Silvermoon herself. Melerna was not an only child. Her younger brother Kerin (five years her junior) and herself were both raised with the ideals of their mother, as their father was often busy with his research in the family estate back in the city.
Due to their fathers' need for peace, they were sent to live with their mother, and rarely saw him in their earlier years. Their mother lived near the forest of Eversong. After young Remora turned eight years old, her mother began to take her on missions, as often no violence came of them. Remora was taught how to craft a longbow, as well as a recurve. To string them, and to fletch her own arrows. Kerin, always in his sisters shadow, sought to catch up to her, and when their mother was away, Remora would often try to teach him the lessons she had learned. Many afternoons would find them under the dapple-light of great trees, arrows nocked in makeshift bows and pointed at painted targets.
When the Sunwell was destroyed, tragedy befell her family, and the blood was on Remoras' hands. She changed her name to something "a traveler could wear" and became a scavenger. She was found by a mixed group of mercenaries who took her as essentially a squire. She cleaned their armor and helped prepare meals. Eventually one of the older men taught her how to use a sword, and she discovered she had the gift of Light. Disgusted by the magic, having grown to fear it, Mel tried to ignore her gift. Eventually she was discovered- as untrained potential tends to get out of hand- and was swiftly berated and began taking lessons with the group mage. She quickly rose in the ranks of their mercenary band, and became their prized asset- a medic. Shortly after she turned sixteen the band split. Those of the proper birth turned to the Alliance- a call to war-- those others, the 'misfits', turned to the Horde or scattered to the four corners of the world. With little else known to her, Mel set off to barter her skills- and became a hired sword.
RP History:
Beginning:
Mel took a job for what is now known as the Cabal, serving Axhahn (a former Chief Advisor) as an enforcer, separate yet in service to the Cult. Axhahn wanted her to exact revenge upon the leaders of a guild called <Benediction>. He believed that they had betrayed the Cult and their dark God by rebelling against them and leaving- taking various high ranking officials with them, and leaving the Cabal reeling for a time. Melerna's starting order was simply to meet with their 'contact'; a man named Mitya who often frequented the Gallows End Tavern, and could introduce her to the leaders. Mitya didn't have any knowledge of the plan, or who Mel was when he offered to introduce her to one of the leaders- Avelinda- stating that she'd be a good teacher for Mel.
Her second order was to infiltrate the group and earn the trust of the guild. As she worked with them, she was to relay any information she received "down to what color boxers Rennod wears". Amused, Mel began to tell him only the most tedious and useless bits of information she could scrounge up. Over the time she spent with the guild, the small band of rebels became like a family to her, and her affection for Mitya drove her to avoid the meets with Axhahn, afraid he would discover her attentions were now elsewhere.
Appearance: See "About Me" section.
A brief History:
Was born Remora Sunblessed to two high-elves living along the border of Eversong. Her father was a powerful sorcerer with the dream of becoming a Magister. Her mother was a scout serving directly under the Ranger-General of Silvermoon herself. Melerna was not an only child. Her younger brother Kerin (five years her junior) and herself were both raised with the ideals of their mother, as their father was often busy with his research in the family estate back in the city.
Due to their fathers' need for peace, they were sent to live with their mother, and rarely saw him in their earlier years. Their mother lived near the forest of Eversong. After young Remora turned eight years old, her mother began to take her on missions, as often no violence came of them. Remora was taught how to craft a longbow, as well as a recurve. To string them, and to fletch her own arrows. Kerin, always in his sisters shadow, sought to catch up to her, and when their mother was away, Remora would often try to teach him the lessons she had learned. Many afternoons would find them under the dapple-light of great trees, arrows nocked in makeshift bows and pointed at painted targets.
When the Sunwell was destroyed, tragedy befell her family, and the blood was on Remoras' hands. She changed her name to something "a traveler could wear" and became a scavenger. She was found by a mixed group of mercenaries who took her as essentially a squire. She cleaned their armor and helped prepare meals. Eventually one of the older men taught her how to use a sword, and she discovered she had the gift of Light. Disgusted by the magic, having grown to fear it, Mel tried to ignore her gift. Eventually she was discovered- as untrained potential tends to get out of hand- and was swiftly berated and began taking lessons with the group mage. She quickly rose in the ranks of their mercenary band, and became their prized asset- a medic. Shortly after she turned sixteen the band split. Those of the proper birth turned to the Alliance- a call to war-- those others, the 'misfits', turned to the Horde or scattered to the four corners of the world. With little else known to her, Mel set off to barter her skills- and became a hired sword.
RP History:
Beginning:
Mel took a job for what is now known as the Cabal, serving Axhahn (a former Chief Advisor) as an enforcer, separate yet in service to the Cult. Axhahn wanted her to exact revenge upon the leaders of a guild called <Benediction>. He believed that they had betrayed the Cult and their dark God by rebelling against them and leaving- taking various high ranking officials with them, and leaving the Cabal reeling for a time. Melerna's starting order was simply to meet with their 'contact'; a man named Mitya who often frequented the Gallows End Tavern, and could introduce her to the leaders. Mitya didn't have any knowledge of the plan, or who Mel was when he offered to introduce her to one of the leaders- Avelinda- stating that she'd be a good teacher for Mel.
Her second order was to infiltrate the group and earn the trust of the guild. As she worked with them, she was to relay any information she received "down to what color boxers Rennod wears". Amused, Mel began to tell him only the most tedious and useless bits of information she could scrounge up. Over the time she spent with the guild, the small band of rebels became like a family to her, and her affection for Mitya drove her to avoid the meets with Axhahn, afraid he would discover her attentions were now elsewhere.
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