Book that I write in,
Vaalis was very patient, but I guess he wanted to get back to somewhere since he started pointing over towards some grey buildings in the distance. It wasn't until he started motioning for me to get out of the dirt that I realized he was expecting me to go with him. I looked down and noticed my clothes were pretty much forfeit from my time sleeping, so when we got closer to the town I would later learn was called Brill I grabbed a bit of cloth than had blown into a nearby tree and wrapped it around myself. It must've been a torn bed sheet or something. I wasn't sure if Forsaken were modest, but I didn't want to look like a fool when meeting others like me for the first time.
So that's why I was a little angry when I heard someone snickering at me when we approached the inn. I turned to see who it was, and it was this stupid merchant in front of a cart. When I turned to glare at her she just laughed harder, holding her sides. I was dealing with a lot, so naturally I jumped at the chance distract myself by running over to that bitch and giving her a piece of my mind. Vaalis was quick to stop me however, and led me away by my wrist. He must have known what I was going to ask, since he looked at me and said “sheeeet isss piiink” as he half-dragged me away.
I started to protest, it wasn't pink...! I looked down to make sure, it was grey! Just like my hands, and the cobblestones, and the buildings and the... grass. I looked up in a panic, my head darting around like some of mad woman as I took visual inventory. There wasn't any colour to anything. I remember vaguely thinking that something was strange with my sight when I got out of my grave but it was quickly forgotten in light of everything else; I thought I might have had dirt in my eyes or something.
I followed Vaalis to the inn in a daze, contemplating two horrible truths: I could not see in colour anymore, and the trials we all shared as Forsaken did not mean we were kind to each other. I stood in the corner hanging my head and lost in my thoughts while he spoke with the innkeeper, then followed him up the stairs and into a dusty, grey room. He pulled a stack of old books from his bags and deposited them on the nightstand with a dull thud. He said some things after that, but I wasn't paying much attention. Something about having the room for a month, there was work to be done in Brill and there was coin left on the dresser along with clean robes. Honestly he could have been talking about how the Lich King had risen from the grave and was standing behind me with is blade drawn; I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to pay attention. I didn't even realize he left until I heard the door to the room close.
It wasn't until much later I contemplated Vaalis's actions. It had never occurred to me to ask him why he helped me out of my grave, or gave me a jump start on unlife in Brill. I assumed this was how all of us awoke, with someone there waiting and ready to help us out of the grave and answer our questions. When I learned many Forsaken awoke in a pile of bodies in Deathknel, and received a brief explanation while a weapon got shoved in their hands I was surprised. Compared to others my days fresh out of the ground were peaceful and serene. I feel as if I am strange by even the standards of my kind, and I've wondered more than once if it's because my awakening was such a gentle, coaxed thing.
I spent many days in the rented room Vaalis provided, my time divided between looking the mirror, trying to remember my life as a human, and reading the books I had been left. The tombs were mostly on history, and I would skim a chapter or two in them occasionally. I think I didn't take to them because they reminded me there was a world beyond the door to my room. Two books in particular held my interest, they were named: “Rotting Tongues and You: A practical guide to Orcish for Forsaken” and “Grunting with Dignity: Learning the Orcish Language”. I found them much more interesting, something about conversing with someone like Vaalis makes you appreciate learning a new language.
Days and nights blur together pleasantly when you don't eat or sleep. Eventually I got brave and would do a bit of the work for the other Forsaken in Brill, using my donated coin to purchase two copper long swords and a bit of light armour. My first fights were messy and sloppy, but eventually I had killed enough shambling, mindless scourge, undead gnolls and bats that I could make it look like I knew what I was doing. It took long time for me to take to fighting, and while I was still trying very hard to remember even small details of my time alive it was very clear that I had no combat skills before being placed in my grave.
Of course, now I string together my attacks like a necklace of pain and place it upon the necks of those foolish enough to cross blades with me; but that's an entry for another day.
"Book that I Write in" is the journal of Genavie, a Forsaken Deathstalker. The story is ongoing and based off of actual roleplay done with the character on Wyrmrest Accord - US. The first entry can be found here.
Vaalis was very patient, but I guess he wanted to get back to somewhere since he started pointing over towards some grey buildings in the distance. It wasn't until he started motioning for me to get out of the dirt that I realized he was expecting me to go with him. I looked down and noticed my clothes were pretty much forfeit from my time sleeping, so when we got closer to the town I would later learn was called Brill I grabbed a bit of cloth than had blown into a nearby tree and wrapped it around myself. It must've been a torn bed sheet or something. I wasn't sure if Forsaken were modest, but I didn't want to look like a fool when meeting others like me for the first time.
So that's why I was a little angry when I heard someone snickering at me when we approached the inn. I turned to see who it was, and it was this stupid merchant in front of a cart. When I turned to glare at her she just laughed harder, holding her sides. I was dealing with a lot, so naturally I jumped at the chance distract myself by running over to that bitch and giving her a piece of my mind. Vaalis was quick to stop me however, and led me away by my wrist. He must have known what I was going to ask, since he looked at me and said “sheeeet isss piiink” as he half-dragged me away.
I started to protest, it wasn't pink...! I looked down to make sure, it was grey! Just like my hands, and the cobblestones, and the buildings and the... grass. I looked up in a panic, my head darting around like some of mad woman as I took visual inventory. There wasn't any colour to anything. I remember vaguely thinking that something was strange with my sight when I got out of my grave but it was quickly forgotten in light of everything else; I thought I might have had dirt in my eyes or something.
I followed Vaalis to the inn in a daze, contemplating two horrible truths: I could not see in colour anymore, and the trials we all shared as Forsaken did not mean we were kind to each other. I stood in the corner hanging my head and lost in my thoughts while he spoke with the innkeeper, then followed him up the stairs and into a dusty, grey room. He pulled a stack of old books from his bags and deposited them on the nightstand with a dull thud. He said some things after that, but I wasn't paying much attention. Something about having the room for a month, there was work to be done in Brill and there was coin left on the dresser along with clean robes. Honestly he could have been talking about how the Lich King had risen from the grave and was standing behind me with is blade drawn; I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to pay attention. I didn't even realize he left until I heard the door to the room close.
It wasn't until much later I contemplated Vaalis's actions. It had never occurred to me to ask him why he helped me out of my grave, or gave me a jump start on unlife in Brill. I assumed this was how all of us awoke, with someone there waiting and ready to help us out of the grave and answer our questions. When I learned many Forsaken awoke in a pile of bodies in Deathknel, and received a brief explanation while a weapon got shoved in their hands I was surprised. Compared to others my days fresh out of the ground were peaceful and serene. I feel as if I am strange by even the standards of my kind, and I've wondered more than once if it's because my awakening was such a gentle, coaxed thing.
I spent many days in the rented room Vaalis provided, my time divided between looking the mirror, trying to remember my life as a human, and reading the books I had been left. The tombs were mostly on history, and I would skim a chapter or two in them occasionally. I think I didn't take to them because they reminded me there was a world beyond the door to my room. Two books in particular held my interest, they were named: “Rotting Tongues and You: A practical guide to Orcish for Forsaken” and “Grunting with Dignity: Learning the Orcish Language”. I found them much more interesting, something about conversing with someone like Vaalis makes you appreciate learning a new language.
Days and nights blur together pleasantly when you don't eat or sleep. Eventually I got brave and would do a bit of the work for the other Forsaken in Brill, using my donated coin to purchase two copper long swords and a bit of light armour. My first fights were messy and sloppy, but eventually I had killed enough shambling, mindless scourge, undead gnolls and bats that I could make it look like I knew what I was doing. It took long time for me to take to fighting, and while I was still trying very hard to remember even small details of my time alive it was very clear that I had no combat skills before being placed in my grave.
Of course, now I string together my attacks like a necklace of pain and place it upon the necks of those foolish enough to cross blades with me; but that's an entry for another day.
"Book that I Write in" is the journal of Genavie, a Forsaken Deathstalker. The story is ongoing and based off of actual roleplay done with the character on Wyrmrest Accord - US. The first entry can be found here.
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