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Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Teldrassil, Darnassus
Vashadya followed Adalis' footsteps, putting on a brave face for the sake of the others. Nonetheless, the haunting presence was not forgotten, leaving the priestess with an unpleasant feeling that was equal parts anguish and dread, but also loss, compassion and longing all at once.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka, Dag'rema
Location: Darnassus
"There is nowhere I am needed at the moment," Gurka replied, folding her arms in front of her chest. "Honestly, I'm surprised you're so willing to speak to me. Most Night Elves I have met don't get along with me right away. Old scars run deep."
"My name is Dag'rema," Dag'rema answered, her gaze piecing like steel, despite her sunken eyes and sickly appearance. "I was raised in a slave camp, property of the humans. My mother forced me to learn the arts of the Burning Legion. She hurt me, scared me... until I killed her. I cut her throat while she slept, because she wouldn't stop. I hated her."
"I tried to stop being a warlock, at first. It was like my mother's shadow clung to me, seeped into my thoughts. At some point, I just stopped fighting it. I filled myself up with hate, for what the world did to me. For my older sister, who got off so easily, and still condescends to me every time we meet. And for myself, who was too weak to stick to my convictions, and ended up becoming exactly what my mother wanted me to be..." she paused, making sure the Night Elf was listening. "I don't want your pity, and I don't want your mercy. I've lost. My enemies have captured me and want me to change to suit their beliefs of what I should be..." her voiced lowered, and she scowled. "Lately the idea of death has been worming its way into my thoughts more and more frequently. I so wanted to destroy all of reality, to fulfill Sargeras' grand mission and correct the mistake that the gods made. With that out of the question now, perhaps it would be best for all involved if myself alone simply stopped existing."
Character: Bizzix, Ivan, Arenei
Location: Un'goro Crater
"As strong as it needs to be," Arenei replied factually, mechanically tracking all of the participants in the fight and carefully distributing heal spells and protective shields.
Bizzix managed to place a few shotgun blasts on the Devilsaur's neck, causing it to roar in pain and turn towards him, lowering its head to scoop him up.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
James Carbinem
Location:
Un'goro Crater
"Let's hope fer both our sakes yer right!" James drew forth a cannister and jammed it into a slot beneath the barrel of his gun.Hefting the weapon, he charged the devilsaur, and when close enough, hurled himself into its mouth.
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka, Dag'rema
Location: Darnassus
"Well I appreciate that you feel that way. If only more were as understanding as you," Gurka replied, giving a friendly smile. "You don't know what it means to us, to have a safe place to rest for a few days. We're all so tired."
Across the room, Dag'rema answered the priest. "A small loss," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm beaten. I'm miserable, broken, and thoroughly powerless to change myself or my circumstances. Everyone else either pities or hates me. What great value is there to be lost in me?"
Character: Bizzix, Ivan, Arenei
Location: Un'goro Crater
The Devilsaur shook its head, not expecting the Dwarf's charge. It immediately tried to close its mouth, crunching down on the shield, but it failed to break through.
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Skreeran
Character: Gurka, Dag'rema
Location: Darnassus
Gurka nodded and took a seat, trying not to eavesdrop on the warlock lying nearby.
"Let you what?" Dag'rema asked cynically. "What miracle do you propose to do to cure all my woes? You say you can help me, but you've barely just met me."
Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Teldrassil, Darnassus
Vashadya observed in deferential silence, standing several paces back. Her orange eyes followed the ancient's movements, the priestess waiting for the moment in which her name would be called.
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Skreeran
Character: Dag'rema, Gurka
Location: Darnassus
"Forgive my doubts," Dag'rema answered cynically, rolling over onto her side. "Disappointment is less painful this way."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
James Carbinem
Location:
Un'goro Crater
James whipped up his gun, aiming at the roof of the devilsaur's mouth. His rifle roared with fire and smoke as he shot directly for the creature's brain.
Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Teldrassil, Darnassus
"Are there not others who might temper this metal?" Vashadya asked of the priestess, uncertain of what to make of the situation.
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Skreeran
Character: Dag'rema, Gurka
Location: Darnassus
"I don't exactly have a choice," Dag'rema answered hoarsely. "It would not be very wise to turn down a bed when I can barely stand on my own. I may resent being dependent on you for help, but I'm not so foolish as to turn it down out of spite."
Character: Bizzix, Ivan, Arenei
Location: Un'goro Crater
The devilsaur flailed around as it nervous system violently and erratically responded to sudden trauma. Arenei kept the shield around James solid as the devilsaur bit down hard in its death throes, before finally going limp.
"Wow!" Bizzix commented excitedly. "Nice moves, new guy! Now quick, pry the biggest tooth you can see out of the skull and we can get outta here!"
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Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Teldrassil, Darnassus
"Thank you sister," Vashadya acknowledged, sparing the priestess any further censure.
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Skreeran
Characters: Gurka, Dag'rema
Location: Darnassus
Dag'rema looked over at the elf, exhaustion evident on her face. "Water, I think," she replied, for once holding back a sarcastic or spiteful remark. "I don't even know if that will help. Perhaps my dependency on Fel is so great that this will simply kill me. I wonder what really lies beyond the edge of this life."
Gurka had been snoozing in fer chair until she heard Rotha's yelp. She shook her head, stood up and moved over to Rotha's side, glancing to make sure the worg wasn't hurt from the fall. "That sounded like it hurt," she commented.
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Skreeran
Characters: Gurka, Dag'rema
Location: Darnassus
Dag'rema simply reclined, resting quietly while she waited.
Gurka knelt down and looked at the worg. "Are you okay?" she asked.
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