Eclectic Musings

The Ivory Tower

Thu, 24 Dec 2009 06:12:59 GMT

((This is the start of a story arc for my elf girls - Laurah and Malistra. It's almost an introduction for them so enjoy!))

Deadwood Pass. You could not find a land more dead and lifeless then this one. The trees, petrified and lifeless, seems to detail all to well that the only thing that came from this area was hopelessness and dispair. The sky was dark and gloomy, as if it were perpetually night and the wind, terrible, cut through the chasm like a knife. The only signs of life came from the small camp where a clan of ogres had made their home deep in the bowels of the pass - it seemed fitting that the only inhabitants of the place would be them - bloodthirsty, primitive, and vile. That about summed up this area perfectly.

It was a particularly dark and chilly night, as the moon had been obscured by a combination of the clouds, fog, and dead tree branches. Though, at first glance, one would think that the long, winding passage that cut through the brambles and tree limbs was deserted and safe it was far from the truth. One had to walk with a particular vigilance as the wildlife that inhabited the area had grown listless and fearsome from the hostile environment.

It was also the home to the Ivory Tower. Once the grand house of Medivh, it now lay as vacant and lifeless as the land itself. Rumours of ghostly visitors ran rampant among the visitors of the surrounding towns, though most just assume that they're nothing more then tavern tales made up to scare off any potential travelers who might have been naive enough to wander in to the pass, looking for adventure. Tonight it stood dark and listless. A year ago it would have been a daily occurrence to find members of the Violet Eye who had been dispatched to the tower in response to the rumours of a dark presence that had permeated throughout the ancient tower.

Suddenly a brilliant green light lit up the area and, in a flash, a woman appeared. She was tall and lanky, yet, something about her appearence gave off a feeling of nobleness. She seemed very much out of place standing there among the grey, dull landscape. Her silk robes, dark as the starless night sky, wrapped gracefully around her body. Much of her body was covered up, shielding her from the harsh elements around her. St first glance, it seemed as if she would have blended in with the land had it not been for a neckless containing a faintly glowing amethyst hanging from her neck.

Pausing, she pulled back the hood which had covered the majority of her face and leaned forward on her staff as she gazed up at the huge, majestic tower in front of her.

"Well - What are you waiting for?", came a cold, harsh voice from behind her. A women had followed her through the portal and stood a distance behind her, looking directly at the woman. She was dressed similarly as the first woman, if not more proper, though she walked as though engulfed in a shadowy aura. "Have you changed your mind?"

The first woman laughed, though it was not one that was full of exuberance - it was a cruel, mocking laugh. "Laurah. I didn't expect that you'd come around - isn't there some fancy ball that you need to attend to back in Silvermoon?". She looked back up at the tower with a determined look on her face, "No, there's nothing that would stop me from entering this place - it has to be here."

Reaching in to her pocket, Laurah pulled out a rather plain looking silver key attached to a small leather string and dangled it from her fingertips. "Then what are you waiting for, Malistra? You have everything you need, don't you?"

Malistra snatched the key from Laurah and tossed it around her neck, so that it fell right beside her necklace. She cast an angry look at Laurah, until she met her eyes and quickly turned mellow. Turned, she started up the stairs that led to the large, iron portcullis which stood guard, as if a sentry that was guarding the ancient place from harm."You'll - You'll be back in Silvermoon, I imagine?"

"Indeed," came the swift reply, "And remember, do not show up empty handed in my house again. You know how a feel about failure," she said, her eyes narrow and her arms crossed.

Turning back, she took one last look at Malistra, who had inserted the key and pushed back the gate, before she stepped into the portal which would take her back to Silvermoon City.

Malistra stood in silence for a moment, watching where the bright green flames which made up the portal has been, and sighed. There was no turning back now. It was time to enter the old tower.

Pushing the door open, she stepped inside and let the door slam shut behind her.

Kewtness!

Sat, 12 Dec 2009 07:43:42 GMT

What are YOOOOU looking at? :D

ZOMG CUTE.

The Long Ride Home

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 20:00:02 GMT

((Just a short story bit I wrote for my druid in preparation for Cataclysm. It's probably terrible but I was proud of it! :D))

Ryllae Mistwinter stretched out on the deck of the Bravery. She inhaled the fresh, sea air as she watched the ship leave the bustling human port of Stormwind City. Although she was aboard a human vessel, she felt comforted by the presence of the two Sentinels. Combined with the fact that she was finally headed home to her beloved Kalimdor, she felt strangely at peace.

The ship was relatively empty, save for the crew there were only five other passengers aboard - mostly fisherman - and the majority of them hardly paid any attention to the sleek, white cat that seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. This suited Ryllae quite well, thank you very much. Although she was assured that the presence of the other Kaldorei on the ship meant that there was no need for alarm, she was used to finding suitable places where she wouldn't be disturbed.

As the last of the shoreline faded from view, she sighed and let her mind slip back in to deep thought. She had no idea how long she had been away from home - between her time up in the frozen wasteland of Northrend and her time in the human kingdoms before that, much of the experience had been too exhausting to remember any actual time frame. The worst part about the entire trip was that she still couldn't make out what it all meant. She was no closer to finding out any answers then she had been before she had left Silithus - even her audience with the Dragon Queen, herself, had given her more questions than answers.

She spent the rest of the time observing the Human interaction with the savage Orcs - the tensions had been inflamed since the events of Wrathgate and the Broken Front. Why would they decide to fight amongst themselves when trouble continues to stir - trouble that could far rival that of that Scourge threat. Why now? She knew that their could never be any piece between the two factions. How can bloodthirsty beings work together when, by nature, they are drawn in by violence? If they could only know what she felt - and saw - would things go any differently? Is it possible that human nature could preclude them from working together to prevent what this dreadful vision leads to? Is it inevitable and bound to occur, regardless of any intervention?

She sighed a sign of distress. She was headed home to her beloved Kalimdor and, yet, she felt as though a cloud hovered over preventing her from feeling any sense of excitement that the journey home would have normally brought.

Feeling hopeless and confused, she turned her gaze outward toward the ocean.

Sleep. Yes, That's what she needed.

The road had made her weary and how can one think clearly when the body is exhausted?

Her eyelids, heavy, closed as soon as she laid her chin upon the side of the boat.

How she longed for the days when her troubles were the furthest thing from her mind while dreaming. She yearned for the peaceful serenity of rest.

But it didn't come.

can't sleep, clowns will eat me.

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 08:52:15 GMT

lingeringviolet and the_tal made me give out my LJ account! T.T *huggles*

Now I need to post.. it's only been 4 years >_<