Post by Brettani on May 14, 2008 9:12:55 GMT -5
My story has been heard by few, for it is difficult to tell. I will write this in hopes that another may hear it long after I am scattered to the winds, and remember me.
I was born to a Noblewoman in Once proud Lordaeran. My Mother was not proud of me however, for I was her shame and was kept her secret. I learned to love books. The characters from far away tales and what it would be like to venture out of the castle to meet them. I spoke with people who had lived in the castle before, and thats when the Nightmares came. My mother and the others became very troubled by my "curse" and it wasn't long before I was sent to live with The Archbishop, who had an interest in my strange and Prodigious abilities. I remember the castle sometimes in my dreams, mostly nightmares of Horrible things happening Beneath the Dungeons....
The Archbishop was a Venerable and well respected cleric in most circles. I came to learn his ties with the Dark Arts, the Very Cult of Shadows. He was a Professor at the Bleak Academy. I was his scribe and Apothecarian. I mended his books and saw to his study. Unbeknownst to him, my power was growing more rapidly than he could ever dream. He was oblivious how fast I learned to read Abyssal Draconic and Infernal. All of his tomes, all his secrets, would soon become MINE. This all came to end on one fateful evening. A traveler came calling to my Master on an errand, and he received him in his study, as the youth was a favorite of his. They would talk for hours ofttimes. How was I to know that night would be any different.
I brought their brandy for the evening, and saw my Master reduced to a withered husk by the Mantle. I was struck dumb at the site of it. Before I could react I felt cold Steel and the Intruder's hot breath touch my neck. For a moment time stood still and I was completely careless and Unsure of what to expect, or what I wanted. I was discarded in a heap onto the floor beside the Ghastly figure that lay lifeless on the floor. For a long while I wept. Not for the departed, I hated the cruel and Wholly Evil old wretch. I wept because I was utterly Lost. Cut off from my source of newfound knowledge and Power. Then I looked into his eyes, my own Venomous and Virulent stare was met by his own gaze weighing me and Judging me. I expected execution. I wanted him to kill me. I would never forgive him for what he did next as he turned his back to walk away. But he stopped turned and said something as he threw a few coins onto my lap. "Those two for the boatman. And the third is for you."
For years I searched for the Witch Hunter who had given the final rest to the Lich I had called "Master" As I traveled the lands, I joined a band of Gypsies while I honed my Dark art for the intent of revenge. For all my scrying and communion with the departed I was finally able to begin tracking him to Westfall. I followed a trail of breadcrumbs. Bodies. Rumors. Discarded journals. My trail turned to Obsession, the man was a ghost. Finally I had found him in the Stockades in Stormwind. He was to be Executed for High treason. Getting to him whilst heavily guarded was no obstacle to thwart my life long search.
I was finally able to make peace. I asked him why he spared me, if he only knew the darkness of my soul. He replied that he did know the Shadows power over me. But when he saw me those years ago, he saw a girl stronger willed than any shadowspawn he had faced in all his years as a Witch Hunter. He told me of his shadow that he could never be rid of, his struggle against Lycanthropy, and how he would continue to fight those who oppress the weak and those who use their powers for ill, like the Lich who masqueraded as a Cleric, only to deceive those who trusted his office. He told me that my power and knowledge of the Dark arts could still serve those who would fight against Evil, he knew I was strong enough of will to do anything I believed I could. It was then I realized I had not come to kill him, but to thank him. He offered me Redemption. He accepted and embraced me for what I was and I embraced him, my enemy, my savior, my love. I was able to have him for one blessed night.
Jack Killinger was executed the next evening as they hung him from the bridge outside the Stockade in Stormwind. The only Man I ever Loved. The day I was lost. Then I was found. An old crone told me to pray at the shrine to WeeJas, in the cemetery for comfort. The Goddess came to me and Offered me a Vision. I would serve her for all time if only I could show Him what he had done for me. Then we could be together. But I had to prove my love to be true in the eyes of the Goddess WeeJas. Guardian of the Dead. She had chosen since I was a child. I would be her divine will in the flesh.
Her will was for me to teach, so I began by forming a coven to help others learn how to use their powers wisely, even as I taught them of the Goddess and her Immortal Love for all whom she would one day take in her blissful embrace. My time among st the coven was spent as a teacher, then as a Servant, then as their Mistress. But the Goddess beckons me and I must see to her new works, whatever they may be.
-Brettani
I was born to a Noblewoman in Once proud Lordaeran. My Mother was not proud of me however, for I was her shame and was kept her secret. I learned to love books. The characters from far away tales and what it would be like to venture out of the castle to meet them. I spoke with people who had lived in the castle before, and thats when the Nightmares came. My mother and the others became very troubled by my "curse" and it wasn't long before I was sent to live with The Archbishop, who had an interest in my strange and Prodigious abilities. I remember the castle sometimes in my dreams, mostly nightmares of Horrible things happening Beneath the Dungeons....
The Archbishop was a Venerable and well respected cleric in most circles. I came to learn his ties with the Dark Arts, the Very Cult of Shadows. He was a Professor at the Bleak Academy. I was his scribe and Apothecarian. I mended his books and saw to his study. Unbeknownst to him, my power was growing more rapidly than he could ever dream. He was oblivious how fast I learned to read Abyssal Draconic and Infernal. All of his tomes, all his secrets, would soon become MINE. This all came to end on one fateful evening. A traveler came calling to my Master on an errand, and he received him in his study, as the youth was a favorite of his. They would talk for hours ofttimes. How was I to know that night would be any different.
I brought their brandy for the evening, and saw my Master reduced to a withered husk by the Mantle. I was struck dumb at the site of it. Before I could react I felt cold Steel and the Intruder's hot breath touch my neck. For a moment time stood still and I was completely careless and Unsure of what to expect, or what I wanted. I was discarded in a heap onto the floor beside the Ghastly figure that lay lifeless on the floor. For a long while I wept. Not for the departed, I hated the cruel and Wholly Evil old wretch. I wept because I was utterly Lost. Cut off from my source of newfound knowledge and Power. Then I looked into his eyes, my own Venomous and Virulent stare was met by his own gaze weighing me and Judging me. I expected execution. I wanted him to kill me. I would never forgive him for what he did next as he turned his back to walk away. But he stopped turned and said something as he threw a few coins onto my lap. "Those two for the boatman. And the third is for you."
For years I searched for the Witch Hunter who had given the final rest to the Lich I had called "Master" As I traveled the lands, I joined a band of Gypsies while I honed my Dark art for the intent of revenge. For all my scrying and communion with the departed I was finally able to begin tracking him to Westfall. I followed a trail of breadcrumbs. Bodies. Rumors. Discarded journals. My trail turned to Obsession, the man was a ghost. Finally I had found him in the Stockades in Stormwind. He was to be Executed for High treason. Getting to him whilst heavily guarded was no obstacle to thwart my life long search.
I was finally able to make peace. I asked him why he spared me, if he only knew the darkness of my soul. He replied that he did know the Shadows power over me. But when he saw me those years ago, he saw a girl stronger willed than any shadowspawn he had faced in all his years as a Witch Hunter. He told me of his shadow that he could never be rid of, his struggle against Lycanthropy, and how he would continue to fight those who oppress the weak and those who use their powers for ill, like the Lich who masqueraded as a Cleric, only to deceive those who trusted his office. He told me that my power and knowledge of the Dark arts could still serve those who would fight against Evil, he knew I was strong enough of will to do anything I believed I could. It was then I realized I had not come to kill him, but to thank him. He offered me Redemption. He accepted and embraced me for what I was and I embraced him, my enemy, my savior, my love. I was able to have him for one blessed night.
Jack Killinger was executed the next evening as they hung him from the bridge outside the Stockade in Stormwind. The only Man I ever Loved. The day I was lost. Then I was found. An old crone told me to pray at the shrine to WeeJas, in the cemetery for comfort. The Goddess came to me and Offered me a Vision. I would serve her for all time if only I could show Him what he had done for me. Then we could be together. But I had to prove my love to be true in the eyes of the Goddess WeeJas. Guardian of the Dead. She had chosen since I was a child. I would be her divine will in the flesh.
Her will was for me to teach, so I began by forming a coven to help others learn how to use their powers wisely, even as I taught them of the Goddess and her Immortal Love for all whom she would one day take in her blissful embrace. My time among st the coven was spent as a teacher, then as a Servant, then as their Mistress. But the Goddess beckons me and I must see to her new works, whatever they may be.
-Brettani
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