02-03-2010, 09:10 AM
Dispaya sat in the darkness of her crypt slowly rocking in a squeaky old rocking chair. A single candle lit the crypt as she sat with the hood pulled around her face. In her lap she gently stroked the fur of her pet rat whiskers. The creature did not move....for he had been dead more than three weeks now of old age. Dispaya barely seemed to notice as she sat just staring into the darkness.
She had grown weak in the past months as the magics that used to maintain her undeath began to unravel. When the Dark Sorcerer left he had also taken away something she needed to stay animated and fully alive. Her powers were weak and she could no longer manage to focus a spell. Slowly she lifted a mirror and looked again at her face. It was no longer the face she once knew but something hideous and scarred. She had been burned once by a great dragon but had managed to maintain herself with her magic. Now that magic was failing and she was now once again so very ugly.
A door gently creaked open behind her and her dear sister Anca stood silently in the doorway gathering her courage before slowly creeping up behind her. Dispaya pulled her hood tight so her looks would not frighten the girl.
"Spaya...?" She asked quietly. "Ever one wonders where you are? Anca not know what to tell them."
"Tell them I am no longer well child. Please tell them I still love them all."
"Anca have something...Anca FOUND something...shiny!"
She held out her hand and showed Dispaya the small heart shaped locket now partly covered with rust. It gleamed in the candle light and silently whispered to her.
Anca explained that she had found it in the sewers under Dalaran. Somehow it seemed to call to her. She know it had to be returned to her mage sister at once.
A faint glimmer of hope appeared in Dispayas eyes as she looked at the trinket. She slowly reached out with a burned hand and took the locket from Anca's palm. The orc girl recoiled a little at the site of her sister's hand.
"Anca...should you not see me again...would you promise to remember something always?"
"Anca ....promise." Tears began to fill her large beautiful eyes.
"Remember that I always loved you best of all."
As her sister turned to leave, Dispaya opened her hand to look at the trinket. She knew what it held. She did not want to leave, but it was all she could do for now. It was the only choice now left to her. She had helped them all she could. She had done all she had been able to do. Now it would be time for them to go on without her.
Slowly she opened the locket. A blazing white light filled the room and completely enveloped her. When it died the candle was out. The room fell into darkness.
We can ask ourselves philosophic questions about death and undeath. What happens to an undead being who "dies?" Are they souls who go on to other places? Are they simply animated bodies preserved by magic that hold the memories of their former life like some kind of ever living library? If the opposite of life is death then what is undeath? And what is the opposite of that? How does an undead truly die? I would like to postulate that the opposite of undeath is perhaps...life!
Perhaps when an undead creature returns to life, that is the only way it can truly die.
Epilogue
A human mage wandered into the tavern at Southshore. She pulled her hood away from her face to reveal beautiful pale white skin and long flowing hair and stood proudly upright in a gown of pure white with purple trim. Several patrons of the tavern turned to regard her visage and several of the mens eyes lingered on her shapely form. The mage lowered her head and glided to a nearby table and sat quietly down. The barmaid smiled and asked what she would like.
"Just an ale please," the mage girl quietly whispered.
"Right away miss." The maid replied.
The bar maid set the drink in front of the mage but her face caught the wizard girl's eye.
"Excuse me...pardon me for asking but...do I know you from somewhere?"
"No I do not think so Miss." The barmaid responded.
"Might I know your name girl?"
"Yes Miss, " The barmaid replied quietly smiling. "It's Caroline."
Dear Members,
I have been inactive for some time and finally feel it is time for me to leave. I have officially cancelled my wow account as of today. I'd like to say farewell in the Salty Sailor section here where I have spent so much of my time the past few years.
My reasons for leaving are varied but the most simple and honest explanation is that I disagree with a few fellow officers on some issues that have beeen ongoing and never resolved. This does not mean I dislike or disrespect anyone here. The Officers here are among the best people I have ever known and you are all very lucky to be in such a fine guild as this.
This is a guild filled with amazing and creative people and I know I am going to miss everyone and the great times we have all shared. It has been my great honor to serve as one of your officers and to run rp events with everyone. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. I am sorry to be leaving on a sad note. I honestly tried everything I could to stay but it just has not worked out.
Please remember to always SING TRUE!
All my love and power,
-=((D))=-
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She had grown weak in the past months as the magics that used to maintain her undeath began to unravel. When the Dark Sorcerer left he had also taken away something she needed to stay animated and fully alive. Her powers were weak and she could no longer manage to focus a spell. Slowly she lifted a mirror and looked again at her face. It was no longer the face she once knew but something hideous and scarred. She had been burned once by a great dragon but had managed to maintain herself with her magic. Now that magic was failing and she was now once again so very ugly.
A door gently creaked open behind her and her dear sister Anca stood silently in the doorway gathering her courage before slowly creeping up behind her. Dispaya pulled her hood tight so her looks would not frighten the girl.
"Spaya...?" She asked quietly. "Ever one wonders where you are? Anca not know what to tell them."
"Tell them I am no longer well child. Please tell them I still love them all."
"Anca have something...Anca FOUND something...shiny!"
She held out her hand and showed Dispaya the small heart shaped locket now partly covered with rust. It gleamed in the candle light and silently whispered to her.
Anca explained that she had found it in the sewers under Dalaran. Somehow it seemed to call to her. She know it had to be returned to her mage sister at once.
A faint glimmer of hope appeared in Dispayas eyes as she looked at the trinket. She slowly reached out with a burned hand and took the locket from Anca's palm. The orc girl recoiled a little at the site of her sister's hand.
"Anca...should you not see me again...would you promise to remember something always?"
"Anca ....promise." Tears began to fill her large beautiful eyes.
"Remember that I always loved you best of all."
As her sister turned to leave, Dispaya opened her hand to look at the trinket. She knew what it held. She did not want to leave, but it was all she could do for now. It was the only choice now left to her. She had helped them all she could. She had done all she had been able to do. Now it would be time for them to go on without her.
Slowly she opened the locket. A blazing white light filled the room and completely enveloped her. When it died the candle was out. The room fell into darkness.
We can ask ourselves philosophic questions about death and undeath. What happens to an undead being who "dies?" Are they souls who go on to other places? Are they simply animated bodies preserved by magic that hold the memories of their former life like some kind of ever living library? If the opposite of life is death then what is undeath? And what is the opposite of that? How does an undead truly die? I would like to postulate that the opposite of undeath is perhaps...life!
Perhaps when an undead creature returns to life, that is the only way it can truly die.
Epilogue
A human mage wandered into the tavern at Southshore. She pulled her hood away from her face to reveal beautiful pale white skin and long flowing hair and stood proudly upright in a gown of pure white with purple trim. Several patrons of the tavern turned to regard her visage and several of the mens eyes lingered on her shapely form. The mage lowered her head and glided to a nearby table and sat quietly down. The barmaid smiled and asked what she would like.
"Just an ale please," the mage girl quietly whispered.
"Right away miss." The maid replied.
The bar maid set the drink in front of the mage but her face caught the wizard girl's eye.
"Excuse me...pardon me for asking but...do I know you from somewhere?"
"No I do not think so Miss." The barmaid responded.
"Might I know your name girl?"
"Yes Miss, " The barmaid replied quietly smiling. "It's Caroline."
Dear Members,
I have been inactive for some time and finally feel it is time for me to leave. I have officially cancelled my wow account as of today. I'd like to say farewell in the Salty Sailor section here where I have spent so much of my time the past few years.
My reasons for leaving are varied but the most simple and honest explanation is that I disagree with a few fellow officers on some issues that have beeen ongoing and never resolved. This does not mean I dislike or disrespect anyone here. The Officers here are among the best people I have ever known and you are all very lucky to be in such a fine guild as this.
This is a guild filled with amazing and creative people and I know I am going to miss everyone and the great times we have all shared. It has been my great honor to serve as one of your officers and to run rp events with everyone. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. I am sorry to be leaving on a sad note. I honestly tried everything I could to stay but it just has not worked out.
Please remember to always SING TRUE!
All my love and power,
-=((D))=-
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