10-27-2008, 08:11 AM
((Open RP...read each part to understand what is happening. At the end of the last post if no one is addressed directly it is open for anyone to respond. If you choose to address a character directly at the end of your post it is the responsibility of that person to respond appropriately and your responsibility to let them know they need to post a response. This is a great oportunity for us to be creative and see what kind of story branches out....dont be shy and take a chance!))
Its morning and the sun rises. Eru'Adan of the Ironsong tribe enters the guild hall. It is empty aside from the tables and chairs laid about the large area. He approaches a table close to his room. He removes the Tabard of the Argent Dawn that he wears when fighting the Scourge and lays it in a pile on the table. Unclasping his mantle from his shoulders he shrugs his shoulders and lets it fall to the ground making a loud thud as it lands. He sits on a chair and leans back, hanging his head. His long white mane drapes over his face as he brings a hand up to cover it. Massaging his temples with his thumb and forefinger he begins to think to himself...
"What is happening? Where is the light in all this darkness? Never have I seen such pain and horror. Women and children being ravaged by these mindless beasts. Men being turned into them by a mysterious plague. Cities and towns are being overrun..."
Eru'Adan looks up around the room, for the first time he feels a slight sense of fear and felt the need to ensure there are no Scourge around him. He pans the room with his eyes. The walls of the guild hall are littered with rooms. Some are occupied by his tribesmates, others are empty because they are on missions and fighting the threat. Some of these rooms are there as monuments to tribesmates who have passed on to another existence. He sits there staring past the table in front of him...
"Good, they arent here. The halls of Ironsong are safe from this threat...for now. What can we do? Their numbers grow at an exponential rate to the point where their numbers are greater than our own. Azeroth is constantly under attack by the Neropoli spawning mindless minions and evil spirits. I dont know what to do. My tribesmates are fighting...but is it enough? Some are conserving their strength for the greater enemy, while others are fighting so hard they are risking themeselves by continuing to fight. Poor Dispaya, she has worked herself so hard...I feel a great pity she is forced to confront this enemy again..."
Eru'Adan begins to think about his brother. Would he face him again? Will he have to kill him? Will his brother remember the bond they had shared and be saved? Eru'Adan gets up and pours himself some wine. He has never indulged himself in spirits but the pressure of this enemy has forced Eru'Adan to find some release. He walks around the guild hall, stretching out his neck and back. He thinks about the words of his father, Cael'Adan, when he was about to head to the temple he was to train at....
"Eru'Adan my son. There are still great menaces in this world and we must all do our part to protect the things we cherish. The light you possess will help you protect the ones you love. I love you my son...."
The image of that moment fades in Eru'Adans mind. He begins to think about the things he cherishes most...
"Ironsong..."
Eru'Adan looks up in focus. He has devoted himself to the tribe and he is determined to protect it. He hears the latch on the doors to the guild halls. He places a hand on his gavel, prepared to defend himself if the one who enters is hostile.
The door opens...and it is Faeriel. Eru'Adan looks with concern into her face and sits back down at his table covering his face with his hand again.
Its morning and the sun rises. Eru'Adan of the Ironsong tribe enters the guild hall. It is empty aside from the tables and chairs laid about the large area. He approaches a table close to his room. He removes the Tabard of the Argent Dawn that he wears when fighting the Scourge and lays it in a pile on the table. Unclasping his mantle from his shoulders he shrugs his shoulders and lets it fall to the ground making a loud thud as it lands. He sits on a chair and leans back, hanging his head. His long white mane drapes over his face as he brings a hand up to cover it. Massaging his temples with his thumb and forefinger he begins to think to himself...
"What is happening? Where is the light in all this darkness? Never have I seen such pain and horror. Women and children being ravaged by these mindless beasts. Men being turned into them by a mysterious plague. Cities and towns are being overrun..."
Eru'Adan looks up around the room, for the first time he feels a slight sense of fear and felt the need to ensure there are no Scourge around him. He pans the room with his eyes. The walls of the guild hall are littered with rooms. Some are occupied by his tribesmates, others are empty because they are on missions and fighting the threat. Some of these rooms are there as monuments to tribesmates who have passed on to another existence. He sits there staring past the table in front of him...
"Good, they arent here. The halls of Ironsong are safe from this threat...for now. What can we do? Their numbers grow at an exponential rate to the point where their numbers are greater than our own. Azeroth is constantly under attack by the Neropoli spawning mindless minions and evil spirits. I dont know what to do. My tribesmates are fighting...but is it enough? Some are conserving their strength for the greater enemy, while others are fighting so hard they are risking themeselves by continuing to fight. Poor Dispaya, she has worked herself so hard...I feel a great pity she is forced to confront this enemy again..."
Eru'Adan begins to think about his brother. Would he face him again? Will he have to kill him? Will his brother remember the bond they had shared and be saved? Eru'Adan gets up and pours himself some wine. He has never indulged himself in spirits but the pressure of this enemy has forced Eru'Adan to find some release. He walks around the guild hall, stretching out his neck and back. He thinks about the words of his father, Cael'Adan, when he was about to head to the temple he was to train at....
"Eru'Adan my son. There are still great menaces in this world and we must all do our part to protect the things we cherish. The light you possess will help you protect the ones you love. I love you my son...."
The image of that moment fades in Eru'Adans mind. He begins to think about the things he cherishes most...
"Ironsong..."
Eru'Adan looks up in focus. He has devoted himself to the tribe and he is determined to protect it. He hears the latch on the doors to the guild halls. He places a hand on his gavel, prepared to defend himself if the one who enters is hostile.
The door opens...and it is Faeriel. Eru'Adan looks with concern into her face and sits back down at his table covering his face with his hand again.