Post by nima on Sept 17, 2007 16:24:35 GMT -5
Narrator: Welcome. I am the Narrator...teller of tales, if you will. I am here to tell of Nima; however, that is a difficult task. You see, Nima is one half of a whole. To tell her story is to tell of Litah, as well. For they are twins, born so close together that their mother has been known to say, "...Nima was holding on to Litah's heel..." There father has often thought of them as "...two sides of the same coin.." That is to say, what traits one lacks, the other possesses. There are some similarities, of course. Each has strong and intense feelings of right and wrong. Each has faith in their own strengths. Nima has always wondered what the rest of the world is like, an adventurer. Litah is more content to stay close to home. She thinks an idea through before she acts, where Nima is apt to jump in before thinking. Nima possesses great beauty. She knows this. Her mother has taught her well. Litah is the "homely" one. She knows this, too. She does not mind. She is her father's daughter, preferring walks in the woods to trips to the Bazaar or Auction House. Nima loves people around her. Litah is content to venture alone. Litah's thoughts run deep. Nima...ahem...seldom thinks at all. That being said, I shall get on with my tale. My story begins some five years ago.
The girls had finally reached an age to begin their training. Litah had been tested; and, had the potential of becoming a fine paladin. Nima's testing revealed a talent for the arcane. It was proposed that she study under a mage trainer. It was not long, to the trainer's regret, that she showed signs of being proficient with fire.
The twins progressed, rather quickly, into their third seasons. It was at that time that a great turmoil engulfed all the inhabitants of Sunstrider Isle. An enemy of great strength had found it's way into the homeland of the Quel'Thalas. The Scourge!
All who could fight were called to join the effort to push this enemy back. Those on the Isle were concerned. The young ones could not be left on their own. Migistrix Erona found a solution. She called all trainees into the spire. When they were all sitting in a circle, she took her place in the center. Without bothering with an explanation, she began an incantation. When she spoke her last word, she stood quietly and surveyed all the sleeping cadets. Then, she turned to her apprentice. "They shall sleep until I awaken them. In the event that I shall not return, Larean, I have written instructions in this scroll as to how it can be done. Follow my instructions to the letter." She gave the scroll to her assistant, who bowed reverently. Then, she turned on her heel and marched away with all save a few left behind to keep guard. All who marched away were prepared for war.
Of those who returned, all were changed. They knew that the carefree and rich life that they had known was ended. The Scourge had brought about many changes. The destruction of their precious Sun Well had created and anger and determination for revenge by any means. A hardness had grown about them. They intended to implant this hardness, this determination, into the young ones who had slept unawares to their nations plight.
Magistrix Erona marched into the spire with just as strong a will as when she had last marched out. Without the use of the scroll, she spoke the words that would remove the incarnation. For a brief instant, she surveyed the fresh and innocent faces before her. Never again would she look upon such innocence as this.
Having completed the instructions and training that Sunstrider Isle offered, Nima and Litah were sent to the next area of training, Falconwing Square. The girls were excited. Their journey would take them very near their family home outside Silvermoon City. Secretly, they planned to make a brief visit home before continuing to their next assignment.
The trainers had been explicit about what the girls could expect to find; but, nothing prepared them for they saw. "We must find Mother and Father." Litah insisted. "I'm sure they are alright." Nima said, hopefully. "You know Father is so busy with the Royal Court." Litah nodded as they approached Dawning Lane.
Everything looked fairly much as they remembered; until, they rounded Common Halls and saw in a distance what was left of there home. The hopes of both girls fell drastically. Neither had little time to consider this; for, suddenly, from behind they were attacked. The two made swift work of their attacker. Then, they stopped to study who it had been. That it had once been an elf was plain. Who it had been would take a great deal of study. As they discussed this, before there eyes, the wretched thing arose from death to begin attacking them again, moaning something about it's hunger. The girls fell to defending themselves. When it had fallen a second time, Nima stepped forward and shot an instant fire blast into the corpse that reduced it to cinders. Her mouth agape, Litah turned to her sister, "How did you do that?" Nima shrugged, "I don't know. ...just lucky, I guess."
Shaking her head, Litah took Nima by the arm. "Let's go, just in case their are more of them." She led her sister toward the ruins of their home. The door stood ajar, walls had collapsed, all lay in ruins. As they entered, they were met by another of the wretched beings. Mid-way through the battle Litah grabbed Nima by the arm and pointed at a pendant that hung around the wretched's neck. Each girl, involuntarily, reached to touch and identical pendant which hung around their own necks. Their mother had given them each a pendant to match her own. Built within it was a communication device. It was her wish to never lose touch with her daughters. "Mother!" they breathed in unison.
The wretched, in the middle of attack upon them, froze for just an instant. "Must find another sour....do it, children, please!" For that brief instant, they knew. Nima stood in shocked horror as Litah raised her sword; and, at the instant of striking, sent a magical hammer against the wretched. Her sword ran deep. Litah could feel every move of it's blade. The wretched sunk to the floor appearing lifeless. Litah moved quickly. She gathered pieces of wood from destroyed furniture and built a pier around the thing. As she came near to emptying her backpack searching for tinder, a fireball sizzled passed her and ignited the pier. "It's what she would want." Nima whispered. Litah could feel, in every inch of her arm, the sword entering the body of what used to be her mother. As she stood, quietly, next to Nima, she wondered if it would always feel that way.
As they watched the fire turn, what used to be, their mother's corpse to ash, Nima spoke again. "I wonder where Father is? We have to find him, Litah." Litah reached out and took her sister's hand, "We will, we will."
Narrator: I shall pause in my tale for now; perhaps, to be continued, if you deem it.
The girls had finally reached an age to begin their training. Litah had been tested; and, had the potential of becoming a fine paladin. Nima's testing revealed a talent for the arcane. It was proposed that she study under a mage trainer. It was not long, to the trainer's regret, that she showed signs of being proficient with fire.
The twins progressed, rather quickly, into their third seasons. It was at that time that a great turmoil engulfed all the inhabitants of Sunstrider Isle. An enemy of great strength had found it's way into the homeland of the Quel'Thalas. The Scourge!
All who could fight were called to join the effort to push this enemy back. Those on the Isle were concerned. The young ones could not be left on their own. Migistrix Erona found a solution. She called all trainees into the spire. When they were all sitting in a circle, she took her place in the center. Without bothering with an explanation, she began an incantation. When she spoke her last word, she stood quietly and surveyed all the sleeping cadets. Then, she turned to her apprentice. "They shall sleep until I awaken them. In the event that I shall not return, Larean, I have written instructions in this scroll as to how it can be done. Follow my instructions to the letter." She gave the scroll to her assistant, who bowed reverently. Then, she turned on her heel and marched away with all save a few left behind to keep guard. All who marched away were prepared for war.
Of those who returned, all were changed. They knew that the carefree and rich life that they had known was ended. The Scourge had brought about many changes. The destruction of their precious Sun Well had created and anger and determination for revenge by any means. A hardness had grown about them. They intended to implant this hardness, this determination, into the young ones who had slept unawares to their nations plight.
Magistrix Erona marched into the spire with just as strong a will as when she had last marched out. Without the use of the scroll, she spoke the words that would remove the incarnation. For a brief instant, she surveyed the fresh and innocent faces before her. Never again would she look upon such innocence as this.
Having completed the instructions and training that Sunstrider Isle offered, Nima and Litah were sent to the next area of training, Falconwing Square. The girls were excited. Their journey would take them very near their family home outside Silvermoon City. Secretly, they planned to make a brief visit home before continuing to their next assignment.
The trainers had been explicit about what the girls could expect to find; but, nothing prepared them for they saw. "We must find Mother and Father." Litah insisted. "I'm sure they are alright." Nima said, hopefully. "You know Father is so busy with the Royal Court." Litah nodded as they approached Dawning Lane.
Everything looked fairly much as they remembered; until, they rounded Common Halls and saw in a distance what was left of there home. The hopes of both girls fell drastically. Neither had little time to consider this; for, suddenly, from behind they were attacked. The two made swift work of their attacker. Then, they stopped to study who it had been. That it had once been an elf was plain. Who it had been would take a great deal of study. As they discussed this, before there eyes, the wretched thing arose from death to begin attacking them again, moaning something about it's hunger. The girls fell to defending themselves. When it had fallen a second time, Nima stepped forward and shot an instant fire blast into the corpse that reduced it to cinders. Her mouth agape, Litah turned to her sister, "How did you do that?" Nima shrugged, "I don't know. ...just lucky, I guess."
Shaking her head, Litah took Nima by the arm. "Let's go, just in case their are more of them." She led her sister toward the ruins of their home. The door stood ajar, walls had collapsed, all lay in ruins. As they entered, they were met by another of the wretched beings. Mid-way through the battle Litah grabbed Nima by the arm and pointed at a pendant that hung around the wretched's neck. Each girl, involuntarily, reached to touch and identical pendant which hung around their own necks. Their mother had given them each a pendant to match her own. Built within it was a communication device. It was her wish to never lose touch with her daughters. "Mother!" they breathed in unison.
The wretched, in the middle of attack upon them, froze for just an instant. "Must find another sour....do it, children, please!" For that brief instant, they knew. Nima stood in shocked horror as Litah raised her sword; and, at the instant of striking, sent a magical hammer against the wretched. Her sword ran deep. Litah could feel every move of it's blade. The wretched sunk to the floor appearing lifeless. Litah moved quickly. She gathered pieces of wood from destroyed furniture and built a pier around the thing. As she came near to emptying her backpack searching for tinder, a fireball sizzled passed her and ignited the pier. "It's what she would want." Nima whispered. Litah could feel, in every inch of her arm, the sword entering the body of what used to be her mother. As she stood, quietly, next to Nima, she wondered if it would always feel that way.
As they watched the fire turn, what used to be, their mother's corpse to ash, Nima spoke again. "I wonder where Father is? We have to find him, Litah." Litah reached out and took her sister's hand, "We will, we will."
Narrator: I shall pause in my tale for now; perhaps, to be continued, if you deem it.