Stanner

Rolo · 05-07-07, 11:27 PM

Soooo I got thinking, turned some cogs, this is the result. Meant to portray that he's slightly...off, his arrogance and vanity doesn't come through really at all in this, but another time perhaps.

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"SIR, SIR"
The skies of trisfal dark...as always, a scarlet medic runs back to his patrol leader. Reaching him he hands over a sheaf of papers with writing on them.
"I found these sir...in some sort of shack"
"Show me"
The two enter, the door lies rotting, no longer working at all
"Gosh...the smell"
"Sorry sir, it appears some...thing was living here, recently left if the remains are anything to go by"
Carcass' litter the floor, the last patrol, except one corner, the smell of rotting flesh is strong. The Patrol leader a veteran of combat in the plaguelands picks out another smell
"Scourge.."
"Sir?"
"Scourge has been here"
"But sir, this is trisfal, the forsaken have pushed them back"
The leader lashes out back handing the medic
"FOOL the forsaken, the scourge, there is no difference in anything but leadership, both must be removed from Azeroth, return to the monastery at once, take these with you and give them to a monk for study. This patrol was killed, and I intend to find out if the scourge are launching a new offensive"
He hands over the papers and the medic takes off running for the monastery over looking the shack.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Sheaf of Papers

Nothing...nothing, I woke up...not a day from here...in a crypt, undead...no shock, nothing a lust for battle, perhaps that is the plague still in my veins. Not even a name..Stanner, I found it on a gravestone. All I have known since that day is battle, battle against the Alliance, the Scarlet Crusade, The Scourge, The Burning Legion, The Blackdragonflight, Dark Iron dwarves, the Ahn'Qiraj....battle against anything. I have pretended it is for gold, for honor, glory, but...really I know nothing else, I feel no need for anything else. Books...they don't interest me, I don't even care for politics, love? I scoff, if I can, I have not tried. I do not miss my humanity, what was I?! A paladin I like fighting them best, perhaps that is my subconcious, how ironic, once a defender of Lordaeron, now I would think nothing of eating a human child.
Another day, I hear rumblings of another land through the portal in the blasted lands, do I go, since the last battle against the wasp, I have nothing, battle lost its meaning, battle is who I was, what does that make me?! There is nothing left. I have been here months, thinking, never before have I allowed myself time to think, I write this down to collect my thoughts...I think....I actually feel lonely, I feel....something for the first time, is this worthy of a warrior? I have spent my life..unlife in the shadows, but never quite alone, the guild who helped satisfy my lust for battle, Ubiquity, undoubtedly they will have headed through the dark portal in search of glory.
I wake again, I actually walked to Brill...a days walk but useful, atleast...I pretend it was, I have fooled myself into thinking I walked a day accross the glades...for information. What if I went for companionship...god, what am I, what have I become...
I have not written for awhile, I continue to search for the meaning the reason why I retained my control, but not my memories *Dried Blood covers the rest of this sheet*
a scarlet patrol dropped by, they suprised me, I had no chance to hide, they forced me to fight, what had I become these last few months, I fought...I won, my reflexes still enough, I tasted flesh...amazing, what stopped me before, how did I ever survive without this, my lust for battle has returned, new challenges are required, through the dark portal? Yes...to outlands. I am back...

Heresy · 06-07-07, 05:18 AM

Nice and haunting little bit of writing from the Libertines' newest member.

Bloodfang and blood on yer hands.

Welcome, Stanner