Wednesday, April 02, 2008

In the beginning there was… (Part one)
Rain fell like a silent wall from the heavens and surrounded the jungle trees of Stranglethorn vale, as it always did during these seasons. Zaigerne glared out of the cave and thanked the Earth Mother that he was allowed to stay here in dry and quite comfortable cavern without any need to wander in the rain getting fever. He had witnessed how those who had arrived today had been wet like those blasted murlocs when they had entered the cave, and was pleased that his mate had forced him to travel here few days before the meeting.
Yes, the meeting… He grumbled as his anger grew. The reason he had travelled from his beautiful land of Mulgore to this war-torn kingdom, to witness what this so called lord William Shadespear had to offer. He had his suspicions however, for he knew that the race William belonged had no love for anything but revenge upon those who had banished them to their eternal damnation of death… and yet, they were not quite dead after all.
Zaigerne shook his head. He could not understand the rage that had filled the veins of every undead he had met during his long journeys, and thus he had resisted the will of the council to allow the undeads, led by banshee queen lady Sylvanas Windrunner, to join the Horde. He had even asked the leader of his people, the mighty Cairne Bloodhoof, to repel the Thrall’s decision, but the old bull stood loyal to his friend.
Zaigerne sighed. It was not his to consider these things, for he was just a simple shaman, a tauren with no glorious ancestors to appeal to. He turned towards the tunnel entrance that led to a great hall of stone that was to be used as meeting room for the council, and was just about to leave his guarding site, when he felt hand touching his shoulder. With the agility that had surprised many of his former foes he turned to face this threat.
“Easy now, my friend, I’m not an assassin as you should already know,” said the stranger. Zaigerne noticed he was facing another one of his race who’s horns stand about 3-4 inches above his. The newcomer was not wet as those who had arrived earlier, in the contrary he seemed to have spent the whole rainy day inside. He had dressed to traditional druid’s kilt and he also wore leather jacket. He appeared to be some years younger than Zaigerne himself, but his eyes looked as if they had belonged to someone who had lived for centuries of pain, but yet found redemption.
“Rafal, my friend,” Zaigerne said and smiled, for this was the person he had waited. He had known Rafal since the tauren had been a young calf, for he was son of his former friend, who had passed from this world to join the Earth Mother many years ago. He had followed as the youngster had made mistakes and as he had almost destroyed his life. But finally the boy had found his salvation in the form of the blessed Earth Mother, and he became a druid. From that moment onwards he had dedicated his life to help others and to bring end to those, who’s souls were already beyond saving.
Rafal turned his gaze towards the tunnel and spoke. “It is great to see you again, elder, and I know we have a lot matters to discuss. But I fear we are late (The damned zeppelin burst into flames during the flight and I needed to swim from Westfall to here). Should we go in?
“Yes, I think you’re right. Let’s go in to hear what this undead zealot has to say,” Zaigerne grumbled and grinned. He turned towards the tunnel again, and began his journey that was to lead him even further than he could have imagined
I want to read more.
This could be one way of knowing what dear Zai does when im not home.. muahhahah
/Kiaras
Keep up the good work - but remember to also study for those exams :D
PS: /wrath of the undead upon all ! :p
I got all carried away in my imagination what will happen next
and TWD
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