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Re: Ryleen's stories

Post  Snicka on Sat Nov 28, 2009 5:00 pm

((That was a lovely story, Ryleen... are all children orcs, or is Tala, as her wild red hair hints, a troll? I was especially amused by the idea of Ryleen inventing the refridgator!))

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Post  Vypra on Sat Nov 28, 2009 5:27 pm

((agreed, a lovely story. hints at some of what was mentioned the other night Wink Also, for info, i think 'condense' should be 'condensation' Smile ))

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Post  Ryleen on Sat Nov 28, 2009 5:34 pm

Ah, thanks Vypra Smile I was kinda translating from swedish on my own and didn't bother to look it up.

And all three kids are meant to be orcs. I don't think there are any troll children in the orgrimmar orphanage, I imagine the Darkspears would take care of their own and keep the children with them.

I'm quickly growing very fond of them.. I think I'll have to include them in the future as well.
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Post  Ryleen on Thu Dec 03, 2009 12:44 am

The sun was just rising over the treetops in the Hinterlands. The air rushing past her where she was sitting securely on the back of a windrider was chilly. So was her armour, she could clearly feel the cold metal through her fur. The sharp rays of morning light stung her eyes and she squinted. Far below, she could make out the ocean, and soon the shapes of the buildings in Revantusk Village.

She had been traveling all night. After finishing Snicka's memorial, through burning the offerings that would otherwise have been left on his grave, she had left for Eastern Kingdoms immediately. After a brief stop at Undercity, she had bough passage to Revantusk by windrider.

She had hoped to spend those hours in air making plans, but her mind was as blank now as when she first set out.

She hated this.

She didn't want to be here.

Anywhere but here.

But she had no choice. It had to be done. The other option was impossible.

This would be easy.

Much easier...

And so wrong.

She forced the thoughts of what lay ahead away from her mind and instead looked at the view. She enjoyed the Hinterlands. She liked the forest, and the village by the sea always felt so peaceful. Not long after, she arrived and got off her windrider. She nodded at the flight master who took the beast from her, but then left the village without taking the time to talk to anyone.

She wandered up the cliff side along the narrow path, and then continued in the direction of Jintha'Alor. That's where she'd find Vilebranch trolls. She remained among the trees as the city came into view. It seemed peaceful. The only movement she could see was that of sleepy guards waiting to get exchanged by the morning shift.

No.. This wouldn't work. There were too many of them. It would be too dangerous. Instead she went back in among the trees and circled the town, continuing west. There was a temple west of the city. There would be people, but not as many as in the town.

It didn't take long to reach the temple. Once again she hid among the trees and watched. She had been right. She could see people moving up at the temple, and a number of guards wandering the grounds around it. Some kind of morning ritual?

Come to think of it, she wasn't even sure which loa this temple was dedicated to.

That was of no matter.. This had to be done anyway.

She mumbled a defensive spell, feeling the air around her get charged with energy ready to deflect any blows aimed at her. Then she stood up and walked out from the trees, making no attempt to hide herself anymore. She kept whispering spells, gathering flames and arcane sparks at her hands.

Then the first troll spotted her. One of the guards, armed with throwing axes. He didn't cry out, but instead instantly went to attack her. The axe he threw glanced off her magical defence, but only barely.

He never got the chance to throw a second one.

His corpse hit the ground with a sickening thump, and she looked away, up at the temple. She'd deal with that part later... She walked towards the temple with confident steps, whispering a constant streams of spell as she prepared herself for what she'd meet at the top.

At the top of the stairs was a big altar. By it stood what seemed to be two priestesses, one in green and one in blue, and in a circle around them was more people. They were chanting and performing a ritual of some sort and it took them a few moments before anyone noticed her presence.

By that time, it was already too late. Fiery death was raining down on them, and crippling ice rose from the stone floor to prevent them from fleeing. Most of them panicked, desperately trying to free themselves and flee. One of the priestesses tried to fight back, started to channel a spell that summoned a ball of swirling dark to her hands. She choked as a spell from Ryleen suddenly cut off her voice completely, rendering her mute and unable to cast any magic at all. A few more made attempts at fighting her, but it was too late already.

The fight, if one could call it that, was over quickly. Their screams as they burned to death rang in her ears, and showed no signs of fading off any time soon. She sank to her knees, trembling and feeling sick. Part of it was exhaustiuon from using so much magic all of a sudden, she wasn't recovered entirely yet.

But mostly it was guilt.

Innocent people... With no chance of defending themselves. When had she come to this? When had she become capable of doing something like this?

Stumbling, she got to her feet and started to walk among the still smoldering corpses. Twelve. Thirteen with the guard below. That had better be enough. She kneeled at one of the bodies. He was just a young boy, barely old enough to be able to be considered a man... And now he was dead.

And it was her fault.

She picked tools from her bad and got on with the most awful part of this whole thing. While working on the body, she realised she couldn't see properly, everything had gone blurry.

Oh.. She was crying.

She wiped her eyes, and nearly gagged as she realised she had managed to smear troll blood across her face.

Never, never, never again....

She continued her work, forcefully suppressing her feelings. This had to get done. There was no other options.

Soon, the heads of all the dead trolls were gathered into a pile at the top of the stairs. She went down to the bottom to fetch the last one, from the guard she had killed.

Standing there, by the bottom of the very long stairs, with the head in her hands, she suddenly felt like her knees would buckle under her. She had no strength left. Those stairs were endless. There was no way she could carry this horrifying burden all the way to the top.

She stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs. Time passed, but she did not know how much. Eventually, she came to her senses again, and slowly started the climb. It felt like hours had passed, but she wasn't sure. Eventually, she reached the top and placed the last head on the top of the pile.

It was disgusting...

Evil, even.

How could she do this?

Because she had to... Because she had failed to give the goddess what she had originally asked in return for her aid. And what if she didn't pay? The aid given might be withdrawn... He would die.

She couldn't allow that!

No.. she couldn't risk his death.

This was worth it, to save him.

It was... wasn't it?

Of course it was.

She gestured at the pile of skulls, setting it on fire. Carefully she controlled the heat of the fire, burning off skin and flesh but doing as little harm to the skulls as possible.

Once that was done, she crouched at the top of the stairs and waited for the fire to die down and the skulls to cool off. The sun rose slowly, and she found herself acutely aware of her surroundings. The sky was as brilliantly blue as she had never seen before, beautiful beyond imagine. The warmth of the sun touching her fur was like a lover's touch almost making her shivering as she focused on it. The entire world was so bright and alive, and the sound of the wind in the trees was like a symphony to her ears. And then there was the smell... Blood, fear and burning flesh. Death. Destruction. It ran through her mind like a lightning bolt, soiling the beauty she had just experienced.

She covered her face in her hands and wept.
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Re: Ryleen's stories

Post  Ryleen on Wed Dec 23, 2009 9:26 pm

Ryleen sat close to the fire with her back against the wall. She had her knees pulled up under her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs. She could see the first light of dawn outside. Her thoughts still felt like a chaotic mess and she had no idea what to do.

For what must be the hundred time now, she thought back at what happened the night before.

She had been sitting by the pond with some of the Blades, and suddenly.. Archnazg was there. She wasn't prepared. Not at all. She had felt her entire body freeze in sudden fear. But she couldn't show him that. She could never let him know, it would be giving him yet another victory. So she had approached him.

Defiantly, confidently.

She had no idea what she had said... It was all a blur.

Once he left, all she could think of what getting away. She couldn't allow herself to break down in front of the Blades.

She had to get home.

Her head was filled with memories of the snow, the pain... All of her time captive with the House came rushing back to her.

She had made it to her home and curled up near the fire, at the very spot she was now.

And someone else had been there...

He had talked to her, asked what was wrong.

It was that orc, Galdrak.

He always seemed concerned about her well being, for some reason.

So she had told him.

All of the images flooding her mind, and she described them to him.

After that, everything got blurry.. It had been like she was reliving all of it again. She remembered the pain, the cold.. The voices laughing at her. It was all fear and chaos. She was trapped and couldn't get away. She struggled, but they were too strong.

And then she woke up in her home again.

Graan was there, and Galdrak and Liontooth.

And Graan was injured. Fire burns, all over his face and chest.

She had done it.

They told her she had panicked, that she was disoriented, not recognising those who tried to help her. And in her efforts to escape from enemies that weren't there, she had used her magic.

She felt awful.

She had used her magic to hurt the one she loved.

What would happen next time?

Would she kill someone?

This could not be allowed to continue, she had to do something. She had to fight the memories. Make them unable to control her like they were now.

Something...

But what?
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Re: Ryleen's stories

Post  Vypra on Fri Dec 25, 2009 12:54 pm

really love the character development that you're putting Ry through. Smile

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Re: Ryleen's stories

Post  Ryleen on Fri Dec 25, 2009 7:48 pm

((What happened that evening was totally unplanned. As Ry was recovering from her time with the House, I set a few factors that would be likely to make her uncomfortable and cause flashbacks. Archnazg himself would be one of those. Later during the evening, Graan accidentally exposed her two additional two in his attempts to help her... And she reacted as one might expect. Smile
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Post  Ryleen on Sat Jan 09, 2010 1:33 pm

The sky was dark, dotted by tiny stars. The bonfire behind her warmed her back as she sat on the edge looking up at the sky. She wasn't crying anymore, that had passed. Instead all she had was a painful knot in her stomach, full of doubt and hurt.

She had always thought that while now wasn't the time, she would have a family one day. Children, a home of her own… All that. That some day, it would come to her.

And now she was told that she wouldn't.

She understood, his reasoning, of course. He was a soldier. There would always be some war somewhere that he had to go fight in, risk his life in. He couldn't provide for a child the way he felt he should. And her work wasn't the safest either, there would always be some measure of risks involved.

But to so casually throw it all away… So easily accept a 'never'.

How could he?

And he had even made jokes about it.

Jokes!

For a moment she had wanted to punch him. He would be so kind and loving, and then out of the blue make those aggressively insensitive comments. Some times it was hard to believe he would be thick enough to make them by mistake. But would he intentionally say something to hurt her so? Of course not…

She got to her feet and started the short walk home. He was probably asleep already, best to just go to sleep and not disturb him. But she'd have to talk to him. Since he didn't understand on his own, she'd have to try to explain to him what exactly he had been saying, and why it hurt her so.

She passed by the orphanage and looked up at it's dark windows for a moment, not a soul was awake in there at this late hour.

"So make them yours and take them with you"

She couldn't remember now who had suggested it at the dinner, when she had explained her reluctance to go to Stranglethorn because she would miss the orphans. It had been a crazy idea. But still, on some level it had been a real possibility. Part of her really wanted it. But now…

It was strange how such a short conversation could so profoundly change everything, her entire future.

Should she really accept this without a fight?

It wasn't like her… But what options did she really have?
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Post  Ryleen on Wed Jan 13, 2010 9:48 am

Ryleen stepped through the portal to Dalaran, leaving the heat of the Burning Steppes behind her. She was tense to the point of trembling once she got through, having half expected to be hit in the back by a spell when she turned her back on the human woman and walked away.

Sitting down on one of the benches near the fountain she conjured a bottle of water. Drinking it she hoped to wash away the tangy taste of the pygmy oil she had used to disguise herself for the little trip. She leaned back on the bench, chuckling to herself.

That had been very exciting.

It was a crazy risk to take, she understood her primal's concern about letting her go.

But all had worked out, she hadn't been forced to use any of her planned escape routes.

While drinking the rest of her water, she thought back to meeting the human, Elena Morrisey. The young woman had seemed a pleasant person at first, but as they had talked it had been clear she was as locked in her ways as the people of the Horde.

But it hadn't been an entire failure, had it? She hadn't been attacked, even when revealing her true identity.

Perhaps there was some hope, after all.
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Post  Ryleen on Wed Jan 20, 2010 10:05 am

The sun was rising, promising another hot day in Orgrimmar. The air was still cool in the shadow of the house by the waterfall. The little family was almost done having breakfast, sitting on the wooden deck in front of the house. Tala sat in front of Ryleen, who with brush and comb in hand tried to tame the wild mane that was the girl's hair. The older boy, Mok, was still finishing his food, eating with one piece of fruit in each hand, and the youngest, Ubo, was over to the side, playing with the toy dragon he was given for winter's veil.

"I want braids like you have. Troll braids!", the girl exclaimed, turning around halfways to look at Ryleen.

"If you can't sit still, you won't have any braids at all.", she said with a smile and gently turned the girl's head again.

Mok watched them with little interest while he kept eating. He never seemed to grow tired of chilled fruit, a treat they would almost never get back at the orphanage but was readily available now.

"Tell us about the valley again!"

As he said that, she suddenly had the attention of all three children, even Ubo stopped his play to listen.

"All right… The valley is in Stranglethorn Vale, across the ocean. It's a jungle, there's trees and plants everywhere, not empty earth like here."

She started to divide Tala's hair into sections to make braids as she spoke. Mok listened to what she said with a fascinated expression, taking in every single word.

"The valley is hidden. There's a secret path to get to it, and almost no one knows that it's there. No one will come there unless we invite them. There used to be a village there, many many years ago, but it's all fallen apart now. But we're going to rebuild it. One of the houses will be ours, and in the others will the other trolls live."

"Will Graan come live with us too?", Mok asked. Out of the three, he was the one closest to the orc warrior and missed him now that he had been made to leave for Northrend again.

"I hope so. We will have to ask him when he comes back from Northrend. I'm sure you children can help me convince him.", she said with a smile. As much as she wanted to, it seemed unlikely that he would be able to come live with them more than short periods of time, the Warsong Blades simply took too much of his time.

"Will we ever come back to Orgrimmar again?", Tala asked with a concerned expression. Moving next door hadn't been hard, since she could still see her friends as much as she wanted to.

"Of course we will. I will still have to hold meetings here every week, so you can come with me whenever you want, to visit your friends. But don't worry, there is still a few weeks before we can move. Until then, we will stay here" She finished the girl's braids, tying bows at the ends with pieces of colourful ribbon. "There you go, all done. Have you finished your food, Mok? You can go play while I take these things away."

She stood watching the children as they ran down to the water to play. Suddenly the anger of the orc, Gurkhan, came back to her memory. She surely hadn't expected such rage over the fact that she was caring for the kids. The horrible things he said were still clear in her mind. That children who lost their parents should be strong enough to take care of themselves, or they didn't deserve to live. That her adopting them meant they would become weak and honourless.

As much as she wanted the children to know about their roots and their own culture, this was absurd. And that he had the nerve to say such horrible things in front of Mok! It made her angry again just to think of it, so she resolutely pushed the thought from her mind. It was just one orc, after all. Disapprove as he may, there was nothing he could do.
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Post  Ryleen on Fri Feb 12, 2010 9:34 pm

Ryleen sat curled up on the bed of the cell, her back to the wall. She was wrapped in a blanket again. She knew the room was a pleasant temperature, but for some reason she always seemed to feel cold.

She also felt slightly nauseous, but that had nothing to do with the room. She was terrified. Last night's talk with Katalmach had started out so well. Why had she gone into trying to explain her actions? Why couldn't she just keep her mouth shut?

He would surely want her dead now. Her attempts to make him understand her view had convinced him finally that she truly was illoyal to the horde and untrustworthy, a traitor.

A sudden vision flooded her mind. Blood spattered ground, corpses of trolls. Executed. Traitors. The frightened faces of her children as they were led away to become warsongs.

She couldn't allow that to happen. Even if the cost of that would be her life.

It felt like someone had punched her in the stomach, her insides cringing into a painful knot.

Death.

She was too young for that! There was so much left to do, to see, to experience. She could see that there was something poethic in giving her life for peace, but what would it really accomplish?

Nothing at all.

She would leave nothing behind if she died now. Except the Heritage. They would grieve her. They would be upset. They would probably do something rash as a response, possibly negating all she had tried to do by giving her life for them.

And there was nothing she could do about it.

The feeling of helplessness washed over her, bringing tears to her eyes yet again. Burying her face in her hands she cried. Some times it felt like it was the only thing she was still capable of doing. There was so much she regretted, so much she feared, so much she felt was unfair and wrong. And all she had done to make things better had only made things worse.

When in conflict with the Blades she had given in to them, to stop bloodshed and keep her people safe. And they had resented her for her covardice.

Standing up to the House, trying to get revenge for what they had done to her people… All it had achieved was more death, and her own body broken down to the brink of death. And the House? They had walked away unpunished.

Trying to work for peace. Some of them understood her point of view, but she knew most didn't. They just played along to make her happy. And then, when finally taking action and protecting those innocent people from a death they didn't deserve. For that she would die. For that her people were at risk of dying.

She had been all wrong all along, and it had taken her this far to realise it.

She would have to change. To find a way to not repeat her mistakes even more. Perhaps Sertah taking over was the best thing that could happen to the Heritage right now… She's just pretend to lead from the shadows for a while, and then stop.

If she survived, that is…

There was times when she was absolutely sure Alaster's plan would work out. And then there were times when death seemed utterly unavoidable. His plan was good. But would the orcs and forsakens listen?

Hardly...
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Post  Ryleen on Sat Feb 13, 2010 5:30 pm

((Not written by me, but related to Ry so I felt like posting it. Original can be found here: http://warsongblades.myfreeforum.org/about46.html and is written by Graanshakuun))

The orc, clad in heavy plate armour, sat quietly in the clearing, casually cleaning his sword for the fresh blood it obtained. A couple of corpses littered the ground around him, his seat, a corpse, was constantly leaking more blood. His gazes slowly shifted from one place to another, absorbing every detail of the barren, hellish appearance of the Burning Steppes.

“Home sweet home, I suppose...” Graan trailed off for a moment as he observed the spreading blood that was reaching his boots. Sighing, he stood up slowly. He took a step forward before halting suddenly, his gaze locking itself on a Blackrock he believed was dead. With a slight grin, he grabbed the Blackrock by his ankle and started to drag him off towards the mountain, the Blackrock just weakly struggling.

Then something hard pounced off his bald head. He looked down to see a stone lie beneath his feet that wasn't there a moment ago and slowly drew his sword, letting go of his prisoner. The sight he got when he turned around to face his new opponent put him slightly off-balance. A boy. Not even fifteen by the look of him. With a hesitant war cry, the boy charged, anger and tears visible in his eyes as he swung a large axe at Graan. Sparks flew off as the Warbringer parried blow after blow, ignoring the constant openings. A child... Blackrock indeed... Instead of parring the next blow, Graan took a gamble and caught the wooden handle of the axe, near it's blades. The child's momentum caused the headless body to hit off Graan.

The reflection of torches danced on the child's corpse as Graan slowly sheathed his sword and threw the axe away... the fires already reminding him of something else.. a fire user. His expression turned sour, almost irritated. This was getting ridiculous... she was unbelievably naïve... and weak.... how can she side with the Alliance and be proud about it? She used to break down so much.... showing too much emotion, giving her feelings the reigns of control over her..... Death might be too much a punishment, but she did deserve something to snap her out of her delusional little world... Always painting herself to be a damn victim....

“Pathetic traitor,” he whispered in an irritated voice. He lifted his gaze slowly, allowing to rest on the rock that jutted out of the pool of lava some distance away from where he stood. Slowly, he took a deep breath and of the tainted air and sighed, shaking his head.
“If she saw this, I would be free of worries....” Graan turned around the moment he stopped speaking, his right hand closing itself around the hilt of his sword, his left hand unstrapping the fastenings on his shield, just so that he could greet his incoming cousins accordingly.
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Post  Vypra on Sat Feb 13, 2010 8:29 pm

((thanks for posting Ry. this gives us a wonderful insight ))

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Post  Ryleen on Sun Feb 21, 2010 2:16 pm

The skies were turning grey with the approaching dawn when she gave up and got out of bed. She had been awake anyway, unable to sleep for almost all the night. She stood on the steps leading up to the hut for a few moments, shivering when she realised how chilly the morning was even in the jungle. For a moment she considered getting a fire going and making breakfast, but she quickly dismissed that thought. She already felt almost nauseous, and trying to cook would not help that. Instead she left the hut, walking deeper into the valley.

The newly constructed bridge creaked a little under her feet. It was well made, Hadunka had done a good job. Suddenly the memory of Tala exitedly telling her she had been the first one to walk on the new bridge flooded her mind and she stopped, unable to take another step. She could almost see it, if she tried hard enough. Mok had probably fought his sister over the right to walk the bridge first, they were always competing.

She closed her eyes and walked the last few steps across the bridge and continued. They had chosen a place where their home should stand, where they would start building it once she returned home.

"Not to worry.. Just be patient, and mommy will be home soon. We will work this out"

She never intended to lie to them.

It was cruel, unfair. And the life they could look forward to now… Her vision blurred with tears once again. She had lost track of how often she had cried, it seemed to come over her at any time now, it was no idea to even try to stop it. She stumbled as she left the path, but didn't fall. She walked up a small hill and sat down with her back against one of the ruin walls.

It had developed into physical pain now, the worry, fear and grief. That's why she was nauseous, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. That, and that she didn't seem to be in control of her own thoughts anymore. Every horrible moment, every word that had hurt her, every realisation that what she thought had been the right thing to do had only been harmful, it played in her head over and over again, and she was powerless to stop it.

Part of her wanted to scream, howl to the sky like a wounded animal. But then they would find her, try to comfort her, or try to tell her to stop, to snap out of it and go back to how she used to be. They couldn't see that there was nothing left. So many parts were broken and missing.

Perhaps she wasn't even a real person anymore, just a hollow shell, mimicking life like an undead.

No… That wasn't it. Then she wouldn't have been hurting.

She looked up, for a moment confused as the sun was rising in the wrong part of the sky. Was she that lost? But then she realised it wasn't rising, but sinking. Somehow, the entire day had passed. She felt weak. When was the last time she ate? But what did it matter…

They would come looking for her soon, force her to eat, force her to talk again… Part of her knew they were trying to help, but every word of support felt mocking, spiteful. They didn't understand.
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Post  Ryleen on Wed Mar 31, 2010 12:41 pm

The sound of the rain against the roof of the newly built hut was soothing and peaceful. In this weather she could hopefully feel safe, the orc would probably not venture out into the jungle storm just to harass her.

Hopefully.

She was preparing dinner, slowly peeling and cutting vegetables, but her mind was elsewhere. As if her life hadn't been chaotic enough before, it was in utter turmoil now.

It had been two days since she found out, but part of her still couldn't grasp it. Everything changed now and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but worry about the future. She was used to being in danger. There were threats, people who wanted to hurt her, dangerours places. Of course it scared her, the thought of getting hurt. But she could survive it. It wasn't real danger.

Until now…

Suddenly, the threats Graan had made were terrifying.

She'd have to hide.

Never be alone where he could find her.

The following year was going to be difficult. Even more so than she had originally thought.

But at the same time…

Despite everything, she couldn't help but smile, grinning happily to herself and feeling a nervously happy flutter inside herself. So much time spent thinking it was impossible, and now… She had been given a new chance.

As she kept working she found herself singing a song from her childhood, her mood better than in many weeks.
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Post  Ryleen on Fri Apr 30, 2010 4:11 pm

Ryleen sat at the top of the temple building in the graveyard. A few feet away lay the wrapped body of her old friend. The graveyard was silent, peaceful in the midday heat, the only sound the buzzing of some insects.

She sat with her back against a pillar, hiding in the tiny shade it still offered. She didn't look at the form in front of her, hidden under black fabric.

She couldn't.

It had taken her five days to even force herself to go back up here, to be near it.

No, not it. Her.

Zanick.

And once again she wondered what had driven her old friend to do what she did. The last thing they had said was to stay away from the Blades and come home. To give up the hunt.

A part of her wanted to think Nazrug was lying. That it was all some malicious plot to hurt her even further, Zanick merely an innocent victim. But that made no sense. If they wanted to hurt her there was far less elaborate ways.

But this made no sense either.

Nothing did anymore.

She buried her face in her hands. But she didn't cry, there were no tears left. Just a constant dull pain in her stomach, raising into a sharp stab each time something new happened, or she feared yet someone else had been hurt. That, and the nausea. She wasn't sure anymore what caused it. the pain or the other thing. All she knew was that all of it was her constant companion now.

It felt like everything that had happened during the past few months was a nightmare. Every step she took towards the light of safety and rescue only plunged her further back into the dark.

And now she couldn't even see the light anymore.

Several times she had touched on the idea to run away, to move somewhere safe for the sake of the child. But she knew it was an impossibility. She had to stay. They were her family, and despite everything she had done to them, they needed her and wanted her there. And she couldn't abandon them.

Not now, not ever.
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Post  Ryleen on Fri Jun 11, 2010 3:15 pm

During these weeks when I'm not online, Vaali has put Ry in something of a forced vacation. She's spending most of her time with him in Dalaran, only traveling back every once in a while to try to check in on things.

The early morning sky over Dalaran was a beautiful thing. The magical shield protecting the city of the mages from the biting cold gave the air and the sky a certain shimmer that could be found nowhere else.

Already were there plenty of life in the streets, people hurrying off to the days work or adventures and merchants setting up their booths for the day's trading. But in the little park there was still some silence, the sounds from the awaking city sounded far away.

She had intended to go for a walk, get some time for herself before he woke up. She snuck out and walked, the cobblestones still cool under her bare feet, but didn't get very far.

She was forced to sit down on one of the benches, feeling faint and dizzy. Another skull splitting headache was on its way, she could feel it. And in some way, she was grateful for it. At least that pain was real. The other one, the numbing ball of pain forever lodged just below her ribs, was not. But it was there, ever present.

She wanted to cry and to scream, but all she could do was sit still and stare up at the sky. It felt like she was paralyzed, like she wouldn never move again. Perhaps that was for the best.

Everything she touched was destroyed.

She knew that now.

Everything she tried to help would fall apart and die.

And still… Still people turned to her for help. Still the wanted her to do things for them. They were blind. They couldn't see what she was doing to them.

No matter the pain, she was still loved.

She closed her eyes, forcing herself to remain motionless on the bench.

What had done this to her? What did she do to deserve this curse?

And why didn't she have the strength to leave?

She was hurting them. By her very presence, she was putting them all at risk.

And still she couldn't leave. She needed them.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt sudden warmth and could taste blood on her lips. Lifting one hand she discovered another nosebleed. She searched through her pockets until she found a handkerchief to try to stop the blood with.

She was told it was all normal, that the baby was changing her body and it made her fragile, but it still scared her a little bit. She hadn't known there might be so much pain and discomfort.

Maybe the baby would also…

No! She almost violently pushed that thought away, standing up and hurriedly walking back home. Maybe she could get back before he woke up and pretend to still be asleep.
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Post  Ryleen on Tue Aug 10, 2010 6:51 pm

The midday sun was hot, but Ryleen sat in the tiny shadow of one of the walls in the temple. She watched the candles covering the altar, some of them still burnig. She didn't come here to pray or talk to her goddess. No, she wasn't ready for that yet. But it as a calm place, and the zandalari left her alone. It was peaceful and safe, and no one would disturb her or be worried that she went here alone.

She leaned her head back against the warm stone wall and closed her eyes. Her head hurt. That dull pain that always came with crying. The only thing that seemed to make it go away was sleeping, but she couldn't sleep.

She couldn't do anything at all.

She had ruined everything, and there was nothing she could do to fix it.

She reached for her bag and picked out her notebook and pen.

For a while, she just stared at the empty paper, pen in hand. Then she started to write.

Razeal.

Words cannot describe how sorry I am for what happened. I miss you, and I wish you would come back home.

I haven't treated you well. I've asked too much of you, set too high expectations. I've been too harsh and not forgiving enough. And I'm sorry. It seems I tried to turn you into something you can't be, and I didn't realise.

Perhaps…

She paused again, looking up at the sky while she thought.

Perhaps it was all a mistake. Perhaps I should have left you with the House. Remember that talk we had when we first met, when I talked about giving everyone a chance? About hoping for the good in them?

To me, you were always proof I was right. That there is life and good left in you gave me hope.

But did that give me the right to force change upon you?

Maybe all this was just me, trying to prove some sort of point, making a symbol out of you. Maybe I should have left you the way you were, and you wouldn't have had to go through all this. Never given you that chance to prove that you were more than I first expected.

Maybe my grief now that you're gone is nothing but my egoistical feelings of wanting you with me. Just because I want it doesn't mean it's what's best for you.

But it feels so real, and I miss you so much.

She put down the pen and ripped the paper out of the notebook, folded it and placed it in an envelope. After sitting with it in her hands for a while, she picked up the notebook again and continued to write.

I know I've been difficult. That I've made life difficult for you. That we've been fighting, that I've been to emotional and too quick to get angry or hurt. That I haven't had enough patience with our differences, and all too often insisted on having things my way.

I know the others didn't like you. That they weren't nice to you. That you didn't fit in. I know you lost people dear to you when you left to join us. That you made enemies and that your home perhaps never will be the same to you again.

I know all this, and how much you've suffered…

And still you stayed.

I know I always hoped it would get better with time. Your change would continue, we would understand eachother better, the others would get used to you…

I must have been tricking myself to not have to face the truth.

Last night should be proof enough of that.

But why did you stay?

Did you hope too?

She ripped out the second paper from the notebook as well, folded it and placed it with the first. She found an envelope and put the papers in it. Just before she sealed it shut she stopped and picked up the notebook again, writing on a third sheet.

If nothing else, know that I love you.

Perhaps things can't be like we hoped.

Perhaps you can't forgive me.

But please, don't let this be the end.

Ryleen.

The third paper was quickly placed with the others, the letter was sealed and his name written on the envelope.

She stood up and took a step forward. She held out the envelope over the candleflames, imagining them catching it and burning it to ash.

She didn't even know where to send it.

She slowly lowered the envelope, but right as it's corner started to turn brown, she pulled it back and put it in her pocket. She grabbed her bag on her way out and left the temple.

Soon, the letter was in a mailbag on it's way to Undercity. She wasn't at all sure that's where he might have gone, but didn't know where else to start.

And after all, mail had a way of showing up even at the most remote locations, with no apparent sign of how they knew the person it was adressed to was there. Just maybe, it'd find him.
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Post  Ryleen on Mon Aug 23, 2010 9:03 pm

The first light of dawn was already visible above the treetops when Ryleen entered her hut to go to bed. She smiled as she saw Vaali sleeping there, he must have returned after she left. He looked so very tired, like he had for weeks now. Somehow he managed to come home late every evening, but always had to leave as soon as he woke up. He was there, but at the same time not. They had hardly had time to exchange a word for weeks now, with him coming home after she went to bed and some times leaving again before she woke up.

She had to talk to him, of course… About the baby and her changed blood, about how he could be saved. But they would need time for that conversation. And it wasn't like anything would suffer if she waited a bit longer, it was still months left.

She almost fell into bed, absolutely exhausted. But as she curled up next to Vaali she smiled, it had been a good night.

The others had seemed upset at the thought of her going away with Taupod. And she could see why. He didn't really appear to be very responsible. But she knew better.

And it had been nice talking to him. It always made her feel better about things, and those scarce and relucant words of approval she got from him meant a world more than any praise others would give her. As long as he supported her, she knew she was doing things right.

And of course, he had brought her to Shadra'Alor. For some reason, it felt much better that it was him, disrespectful and uncaring, rather than another troll. She had made her sacrifice, she had offered her prayers and apologies… And there had been nothing. No sign, no reaction, no words… Maybe it wasn't enough?
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Post  Ryleen on Fri Oct 08, 2010 5:22 pm

It was very late when Ryleen returned to the hut. She had went to bed with Vaali, as usual. And, as usual, woken up soon again and been unable to go back to sleep.

Or unwilling? Both, really.

It had been such a long a long time, a year already. But still she experienced it all over again every single night. If it was possible, she would have stopped sleeping at all. Instead, she had ended up at a bare minimum and spent much of her nights wandering the valley.

But by now she was exhausted, and despite it all it was a nice thing to get to crawl into a warm bed and snuggle up near her husband. Still with a smile on her lips she fell asleep.

It was dark and so very cold. A familiar thing by now. From somewhere in the darkness, she could hear the equally familiar cold, dead voice mocking her. Ice crystals where forming on her skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the blood from her wounds.

She tried to speak, to scream for help or beg for mercy, but her tongue didn't obey her and all she managed to procude was a miserable whimper. She knew that no words would help though, that there wasn't a thing she could do to stop what would happen next. She heard steps approaching over the stone floor and tried to brace herself for what was to come.

But it didn't.

Instead, the pain and the cold faded away. It went silent too.

She was alone and it was dark.

No… Not alone, and not silent.

She could hear something, a faint sound.

Someone was singing, a woman's voice.

And it wasn't cold anymore. It was warm and comfortable.

It was safe.

It was wonderful, but unlike any other dream. She was confused at first, but soon that faded away as well. There was something familiar about it, yet overwhelmingly new and strange. She curled up into a ball, surrounded by nothing by warmth and protection and the gentle, wordless song of the woman.


She woke up with tears in her eyes, but smiling. Something had changed, she knew that now. Perhaps even changed permanently.
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Post  Ryleen on Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:46 pm

Ryleen sat by the embers of the fire, watching the rays of moonlight that found their way between the leaves of the ancient trees of Ashenvale. Tam had woken her up, but was now fast asleep in her arms again. Her own sleep eluded her though, and she had eventually given up the attempts and resigned to staying awake.

The events of the previous day kept repeating over and over in her head, each time digging their claws a little deeper.

Chabat and Kaz'jo, about to leave. She couldn't blame them. She knew Bats lacked the strength for the journey, that she wanted to keep her babies safe. Of course they had to go. The suggestion to force them to leave had hovered in the back of her mind ever since that evening when the twins were born.

She looked down at Tam. He deserved to be somewhere safe too. But she couldn't leave him somewhere, at least not yet. And for her to go away with him? No. Her place was with her people.

But…

Was their place with her?

The day they chose to follow her into exile, it was with a bright future ahead. One where they ruled their own land and were the masters of their own lives.

This… This wasn't what they left the Horde for.

But it was all she could offer them.

That, and a small ray of hope.

She couldn't get the vision of the valley of the Shatterspears out of her mind. It was breathtakingly beautiful, and absolutely serene. Isolated, peaceful… Once they were there, they would surely be able to see what the next step should be.

But not everyone thought so, she knew that now.

They thought she was putting their lives in danger for nothing.

But at least at the end of this path there was a goal worth reaching.

Where else could they travel? Where would be safer? Half the world was a warzone, this one was no different from the others.

She looked up at the sky again, catching a glimpse of a few stars beyond the treetops. This particular warzone was peaceful tonight, at least… She had heard sounds in the distance, maybe from Astranaar, but right here everything was calm.

Who was she to ask them to travel with her like this? They would all be better off on their own. They could all go back to the Horde and find safety and protection.

Suddenly she couldn't see the stars anymore, her vision had gone blurred. She felt a stab of pain at the thought, tears rising in her eyes. Should she send them away? Would this be the end of the Heritage?

Perhaps…

Perhaps it was to prefer, over risking their lives like this.

But what then?

What would she be without them?

Sure, she would survive. She could journey on her own, or she could move home to Dalaran. But what was she without the Heritage, her family? Was she going to be defeated like this?

Several hours passed and it wasn't until the sky started to turn pink that she finally fell asleep again.
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