For it tolls for me!
Yep. I finally did it. My first level 60. I know, it took me long enough.
Squee!
Ceari I
A triumphant caw echoed through the street as a crow took off, it’s prize safe in it’s beak, a bloody blue eyeball staring into nothingness. More caws as the rest of the flock flew after it, each hoping for a chance to wrestle the tasty morsel from it’s new owner. The humans and dwarves passing below took no notice of the squabbles above… such a sight was common now, with more orc and troll heads adorning the town’s gates every week. Even the children had grown bored with throwing stones, dares to poke the heads with sticks, some searched hopefully among the fallen flesh underneath, the flesh that even the crows scorned, for gold teeth or jewellery; although many still ran under, fearing the orc’s grotesque smile, flesh stripped away from her cheeks to reveal pointed fangs, her braid hacked short, blowing in the breeze. Perhaps more, they feared the head of the black worgen beside it, fierce even in death, even with it’s fur matted with blood and missing eyes. Numeria.. a faithful companion to her best friend and mistress.
Look further back.. to a dying orc.. a scout.. “Sarge..they’re coming..” ..the smell of death in the air.. a patrol of five against an army.. Angry words in orcish..
“Skah! We won’t make it.. go back, warn the town.. Numa and I will delay them”
Protests..”But Sarge, you’ll be killed”..”There’s so many of them”
“Don’t argue with me grunts! That was an order! Kagh! Get back to the town!”
A reluctant “Swobu” as the rest of the patrol retreats, leaving a lone orc and her wolf.
Ceari positioned herself in the centre of the road..”What do you think Numa? Shall we earn a lok’vadnod today?” She drew her bow back, as the first of the alliance came into view
“Lok-Tar Ogar! Numa, NOW!”
Xira I
Of all my characters, Xira’s ending is the one I’m most unsure about. Perhaps because there’s so many ways that I could kill her off. Do you see Xira..
Diving in front of Attar, hurling herself at a demon..a flurry of fur, claws and a snapping jaws.. a griefstricken Attar knelt over a bloody corpse.. giving her own life in return for her best friend, her mate, her life companion.
Or perhaps, hear cries of agony, see a troll, lying in a pool of blood, a deformed child cradled in her arms. Finally borne the cub she yearned for.. but at such cost..
New Beginnings
Endings seem to be on my mind a lot lately. This time of year gets me thinking I guess. Everything in my life seems to end, or renew itself at this time of year..with the coming of spring perhaps.
It was six years ago last week, that I really found out what loss is. A good friend of ours died, the first bereavment I’d really suffered since my grandmother died when I was small. Too small to understand. Gwynne was like a grandfather to me, moreso than my own. He just dropped dead. And so I learnt what it was to lose a loved one. To feel regret for the things I could have, should have said. Other things have happened this time of year.. things I try not to think about. Events that certainly marked an ending..or rather, a new beginning (because I just hate ‘end’), the start of a new chapter in my life. I guess it’s only natural that tonight my mind would stray back to these things. Tonight I started writing endings, deaths for my characters. Every one of my well played characters is a part of me. Xira has my protectiveness of my loved ones. Makala my love of fun..and again with the loved ones. She’s devoted and fiercly protective of Gortek. Eleora..her utter devotion to Kelsar is as mine to Matt. Her insecurities are mine, amplified a little for roleplay’s sake..but still there. In many ways though, Eleora is what I wish I could be. I don’t mean, to quote a friend, a ‘zogging nutter’. Or the fear of fire and talking to animals..although I admit, I do that. But I notice, I seem to subconciously try to redeem many of my RL failings in her. Eleora, I think, is my most played character, and my most loved, even with all her quirks. I can understand thinking of deaths for my other characters, I get slightly bored with them sometimes, I go through phases where I’ll play them a lot, but not at all. Ele is a constant though. I can’t fathom why on earth I’d start thinking of ways to kill her off.
