Post by Lakaria on Dec 20, 2009 16:57:28 GMT -5
Pain, shouting, frantic shuffling of hooves on the crystalline sub-structure of the Exodar , the constant questioning of a worried father as the healers passed back and forth on their runs for items, then one final scream.. Silence, as powerful as a bomb is destructive, then a cry, sighs, wails of joy and praise, another child of the light was born, two strong warriors looked on with pride at their new daughter, a voice called out, the name it uttered was.. Lakaria. Tragedy, remorse, anger, the ever present darkness growing, caring hands clasped to a lifeless body, one that had given her life, and beside her was her most trusted friend and love, the strong will that taught her how to wield the light and to protect her own. Both lay lifeless within the Vault of Light, Prophet Velen stands chanting an ancient Draenei prayer over them, the commander that lead them stood with his hand on Lakaria's shoulder in support, but the could within her heart was still rolling in, the lightning and thunder of the storm within was just beginning.
Angry, vengeful, a heart full of hate and darkness, her eyes shadowed and empty, she wanders within the forest killing anything in her path as she carries out the missions given to her by the people within Azuremyst. She is still young, only within her teens, but she wields the power of Retribution with wanton neglect, no fear, no restraint, if it crosses her path she attacks it with dark magics and whatever weapon she can get her hand on, her face the mark of tragedy and internal anger. Weeping, mournful cries, a solitary ball curled up within the moonlight, arms clenching to a lost soul, she had fallen asleep nursing a bloody lip and sore cheek after getting into a fist fight with a male Draenei that tried to kiss her, he lay within one of the healer rooms within the Exodar, still clinging to the last inch of life she had left him. But she had awakened feeling guilt and remorse for what she had done, after moments of weeping, she chanted, her hand glowing softly, she reached up touching her face, letting the power of the light flow into her face, touching all the bruised and torn layers of flesh, the healing magic worked its way in healing the damage, as the glow fades, she rolls onto her other side and descends once more into weeping.
Morning breaks over Azeroth, the sun casts the silhouette of a warrior down across the valley bellow, no longer the lost child weeping in the night, that part of her had been pushed deep within her mind, she had come to age, she stood a strong, hard young woman, her two hand mace lying on her right shoulder, her right forearm draped over the hilt, her left hand at her side. after a moment she darted off the hill, leaping at its edge, a bubble of energy formed around her, she sailed to the earth, landing in a crouch, the ground caved in around her impact, standing slowly, she took off at a dead run, her hooves digging large chunks of earth up behind her, both hands gripped her mace, swinging it back far as she ran up behind the unsuspecting dragonkin that stood looking out over the Steppes towards Blackrock Spire.
A sudden blood chilling roar was heard, it was full of pain, the sickening echo of crushing bone and the wet crunch of an impact of clod steel against bone and flesh, she had caught the dragonkin off guard, as she had run past him she had put all her body weight behind the swing of her mace, driving the head of it into the back of the dragonkin's skull with all her force, feeling it crush the cranium under it, she landed just in front of the beast as it reeled and roared, clutching the back of its head, she gave it no quarter, drawing the mace back again, she cast several spells that all hit with great force on the dragonkin, then she called forth judgment on the poor creature, and with a mighty yell, she brought the mace down with all her strength into the center of its forehead, feeling the mace sink into the bone, driving the dragonkin to the ground under the mace, it gurgled then fell silent and still.
Years passed, she had not set foot back within her home, and her birth place, nothing was there that she wished to return to, she had returned instead to what was left of her home world, passing through the dark portal, she stood on the great stairs of the Hellfire side of the portal, she was in awe. after many months of missions for the Honor Hold commanders, she had finally gotten a mission to go to Shattrath city, she arrived within the city, looking at all that lived within, she was directed to one within the center of the City, walking into the main hub of the city, she was awestruck. Within her head she heard a voice calling, it was A'dal of the Sha'tar a race of Naaru that empowered the Draenei with the ability to use The Light.
The voice within her head was commanding, yet soft, calming, she was entranced by it, A'dal asked her why she carried suck hatred upon her shoulders, why she had shunned the gift of the light that her race had been given, she did not answer, instead she turned and ran, overwhelmed by memories flooding back. She had spent many more months traveling around the Outlands, gaining in experience and in power, her body was covered in thick armor, she carried a new love, her two hand axe that she had gained after she withstood the challenge within the Ring of Blood in the northwestern part of Nagrand, she had been aging and maturing, but each trip she had taken into Shattrath, she had been questioned by A'dal.
New orders came, it came after weeks of a plaque on Azeroth, thousands of ghouls had invaded Azeroth, laying waste to thousands, to cities, to entire continents, almost all the humanoid races of Azeroth had almost been wiped out, she traveled far north, to the frozen peaks of Northrend, she reported to Valiance Keep and began missions there, not long after she purchased a portal to Dalaran to make it her new home. She soon found a friend, the only one of two she would make at the time in her life, her name was Aerissette, she was a Death Knight, one of the new races that had appeared after the ghouls had suddenly disappeared, she had heard rumors that the Death Knights had been ruled and created bu Arthas who was the new Lich King.
A bond began, Lakaria learned much about Aeris, they grew to be friends, and soon Lakaria was introduced to a druid she also befriended, her name was Miradollia, but this was more then a typical friendship, something had changed, Lakaria slowly started to feel the pull of the light, the more time she spent with Mira, who she had found out was a healer, the more she felt the dark shadow that had been over her heart and mind fading slowly away. Her mind and heart were now chaotic, something was pulling at her, for the first time in many years she returned to the Exodar, Prophet Velen soon summoned her before him, they spoke for many hours over events, she had learned that not much of her life has escaped the knowledge of Velen.
Lakaria soon found herself speaking to the other Paladins that shared the Vault of Light with Velen, they praised her on her growth, but they were shocked at her life, spent mostly in darkness seeking redistribution for the deaths of her family. They spent many days retraining her, helping her remember the light and get it to resurface again, finally, one day she was out walking within Azuremyst, she had been fishing when she came across a young Draenei that had been killed by a Nightsaber, she knelt at her side, seeing herself when she was younger, the young girls face and hair much like her own, she called to the light, asking it to return her soul back to her body, she closed her eyes, feeling humility finally, moments later, the young one moaned, her eyes opened, looking at Lakaria, she thanked her, then walked with her back to the Exodar to heal and rest, they talked for a while, the young Draenei wanted to be exactly like Lakaria when she grew up, this hurt her hearing those words, and she decided it was time.
Lakaria returned to her Paladin brothers and sisters, she demanded they help cleanse her of the darkness and guide her back to the light once more, to teach her the holy ways of healing and resurrection, and thus she dedicated her life to the path of the Holy Paladin, spending her days at war healing the injured and protecting them, but she was plagued with violent mood swings, she had spent to much time in the darkness, and the balance of her life was thrown off, now she regularly battled fiercely within to maintain control over her self. She had not seen Aeris or Mira in many years, fearing them for dead it did not help her balance, it gave the darker side more sway, the loss of a friend and a love, she was outcast, no one could spend much time with her because at a moments notice she could slip from the holy path back into her retributive drive for her parents deaths and the loss of her friends. She often felt like two people trapped with in the same body, and she still to this day struggles with the balance within herself.
Angry, vengeful, a heart full of hate and darkness, her eyes shadowed and empty, she wanders within the forest killing anything in her path as she carries out the missions given to her by the people within Azuremyst. She is still young, only within her teens, but she wields the power of Retribution with wanton neglect, no fear, no restraint, if it crosses her path she attacks it with dark magics and whatever weapon she can get her hand on, her face the mark of tragedy and internal anger. Weeping, mournful cries, a solitary ball curled up within the moonlight, arms clenching to a lost soul, she had fallen asleep nursing a bloody lip and sore cheek after getting into a fist fight with a male Draenei that tried to kiss her, he lay within one of the healer rooms within the Exodar, still clinging to the last inch of life she had left him. But she had awakened feeling guilt and remorse for what she had done, after moments of weeping, she chanted, her hand glowing softly, she reached up touching her face, letting the power of the light flow into her face, touching all the bruised and torn layers of flesh, the healing magic worked its way in healing the damage, as the glow fades, she rolls onto her other side and descends once more into weeping.
Morning breaks over Azeroth, the sun casts the silhouette of a warrior down across the valley bellow, no longer the lost child weeping in the night, that part of her had been pushed deep within her mind, she had come to age, she stood a strong, hard young woman, her two hand mace lying on her right shoulder, her right forearm draped over the hilt, her left hand at her side. after a moment she darted off the hill, leaping at its edge, a bubble of energy formed around her, she sailed to the earth, landing in a crouch, the ground caved in around her impact, standing slowly, she took off at a dead run, her hooves digging large chunks of earth up behind her, both hands gripped her mace, swinging it back far as she ran up behind the unsuspecting dragonkin that stood looking out over the Steppes towards Blackrock Spire.
A sudden blood chilling roar was heard, it was full of pain, the sickening echo of crushing bone and the wet crunch of an impact of clod steel against bone and flesh, she had caught the dragonkin off guard, as she had run past him she had put all her body weight behind the swing of her mace, driving the head of it into the back of the dragonkin's skull with all her force, feeling it crush the cranium under it, she landed just in front of the beast as it reeled and roared, clutching the back of its head, she gave it no quarter, drawing the mace back again, she cast several spells that all hit with great force on the dragonkin, then she called forth judgment on the poor creature, and with a mighty yell, she brought the mace down with all her strength into the center of its forehead, feeling the mace sink into the bone, driving the dragonkin to the ground under the mace, it gurgled then fell silent and still.
Years passed, she had not set foot back within her home, and her birth place, nothing was there that she wished to return to, she had returned instead to what was left of her home world, passing through the dark portal, she stood on the great stairs of the Hellfire side of the portal, she was in awe. after many months of missions for the Honor Hold commanders, she had finally gotten a mission to go to Shattrath city, she arrived within the city, looking at all that lived within, she was directed to one within the center of the City, walking into the main hub of the city, she was awestruck. Within her head she heard a voice calling, it was A'dal of the Sha'tar a race of Naaru that empowered the Draenei with the ability to use The Light.
The voice within her head was commanding, yet soft, calming, she was entranced by it, A'dal asked her why she carried suck hatred upon her shoulders, why she had shunned the gift of the light that her race had been given, she did not answer, instead she turned and ran, overwhelmed by memories flooding back. She had spent many more months traveling around the Outlands, gaining in experience and in power, her body was covered in thick armor, she carried a new love, her two hand axe that she had gained after she withstood the challenge within the Ring of Blood in the northwestern part of Nagrand, she had been aging and maturing, but each trip she had taken into Shattrath, she had been questioned by A'dal.
New orders came, it came after weeks of a plaque on Azeroth, thousands of ghouls had invaded Azeroth, laying waste to thousands, to cities, to entire continents, almost all the humanoid races of Azeroth had almost been wiped out, she traveled far north, to the frozen peaks of Northrend, she reported to Valiance Keep and began missions there, not long after she purchased a portal to Dalaran to make it her new home. She soon found a friend, the only one of two she would make at the time in her life, her name was Aerissette, she was a Death Knight, one of the new races that had appeared after the ghouls had suddenly disappeared, she had heard rumors that the Death Knights had been ruled and created bu Arthas who was the new Lich King.
A bond began, Lakaria learned much about Aeris, they grew to be friends, and soon Lakaria was introduced to a druid she also befriended, her name was Miradollia, but this was more then a typical friendship, something had changed, Lakaria slowly started to feel the pull of the light, the more time she spent with Mira, who she had found out was a healer, the more she felt the dark shadow that had been over her heart and mind fading slowly away. Her mind and heart were now chaotic, something was pulling at her, for the first time in many years she returned to the Exodar, Prophet Velen soon summoned her before him, they spoke for many hours over events, she had learned that not much of her life has escaped the knowledge of Velen.
Lakaria soon found herself speaking to the other Paladins that shared the Vault of Light with Velen, they praised her on her growth, but they were shocked at her life, spent mostly in darkness seeking redistribution for the deaths of her family. They spent many days retraining her, helping her remember the light and get it to resurface again, finally, one day she was out walking within Azuremyst, she had been fishing when she came across a young Draenei that had been killed by a Nightsaber, she knelt at her side, seeing herself when she was younger, the young girls face and hair much like her own, she called to the light, asking it to return her soul back to her body, she closed her eyes, feeling humility finally, moments later, the young one moaned, her eyes opened, looking at Lakaria, she thanked her, then walked with her back to the Exodar to heal and rest, they talked for a while, the young Draenei wanted to be exactly like Lakaria when she grew up, this hurt her hearing those words, and she decided it was time.
Lakaria returned to her Paladin brothers and sisters, she demanded they help cleanse her of the darkness and guide her back to the light once more, to teach her the holy ways of healing and resurrection, and thus she dedicated her life to the path of the Holy Paladin, spending her days at war healing the injured and protecting them, but she was plagued with violent mood swings, she had spent to much time in the darkness, and the balance of her life was thrown off, now she regularly battled fiercely within to maintain control over her self. She had not seen Aeris or Mira in many years, fearing them for dead it did not help her balance, it gave the darker side more sway, the loss of a friend and a love, she was outcast, no one could spend much time with her because at a moments notice she could slip from the holy path back into her retributive drive for her parents deaths and the loss of her friends. She often felt like two people trapped with in the same body, and she still to this day struggles with the balance within herself.
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