rasqal
The Episcopia
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Post by rasqal on Mar 30, 2007 11:48:07 GMT -1
It seems so much evil stirs all over Azertoh and in former Draenor. It feels like huge armies are moved each day and that I am the land the walk past, I taste the hatred in my mouth like a rusty helmcrusher.
I have stayed here on a perch in Telredor from two days now. I can still here it, I can still hear the Fist whispering within me. calling for me into the dark. Was it the last chance for freedom?
I have ended my search for a solution in Shattrath. Voren'thal himself doesn't even have a clue on how to release this bracer. They are not meant for beeings with a physical form. I doubt my own will to keep fighting Brother, maybe it is the destiny of the Flaming Eye to consume all life here and out there on other worlds in the Twisting Nether?
I need to change enviroment, this place only has rain and mosit, I can't even get my linnen britches dry. I shall travel to Netherstorm.
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rasqal
The Episcopia
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Post by rasqal on Apr 9, 2007 23:01:42 GMT -1
It is done once again, whatever entity I can be catalouged as, I feel whole to some extent, and state I will learn to call as beeing whole. There are no whipsers left, I have no urges what so ever anymore, I feel free. I have visited Nagrand for the first time in centuries, I haven't visited that place since I witnessed Rukadare getting slaughtered by the orcs. The last slivers of my bloodline ended that day, at least so I thought.
Dear Drágeth and Zagratul, my sweet sons, both bearing the honour to replace me and rebuild the bloodline in the future. Me, Rasqal shall shine new light and rename our blood..... what is this pain? This craving?
*Rasqal arises from the crouched position over a ruin of a stonewall. He grabs his pendant in despair and looks upon the purpur ribbonlike flows in the sky. His drifts in and out of consciousness as he calls for his pale gryphon.*
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