This...This is Forever

[Klayn TaeLetek Everglare]

<Scrawled in messy ink on a crumpled piece of faded parchment>

I cannot take this pain,
I cannot rest till from his throat,
Crimson rain...
I will be the one who ends the game
I'll prove father and son aren't the same
My passion, my life, my ever burning flare
I'm damned forever...Everglare...

[Klayn TaeLetek Everglare]

<The parchment on which the following text is recorded on is torn and slightly burned near the top, though remains mostly legible.>

Nectar and Ambrosia. . . Wine and Bloodthistle. There is no difference. Sometimes, rarely but still on occasion, I fail to remember even his existence. I seem to slide from the plain and the real, and am engulfed by the extraordinary. The thoughts! So exhilarating! Freedom in being controlled by these poisoned substances of ecstasy!

The paper wings that never tear,
The sting of words and not a care,
The curse of the name I'm forced to bare,
The disgusting title Everglare...

<The writing from here is much more recent, and written by a much steadier hand>

What is wrong with me? It was as if I was trying to replace my blood with wine. I'm a bit hazy as to just what occurred but I remember being in an inn with a Tauren, I believe she was a shaman, though I could be mistaken. She was handing me a rag wet with cool water, and I was cleaning bile off myself. I doubt I'll drink so much again if not for any other reason than to avoid having to clean myself like that again. And, as if I managed to cling to any bit of dignity, I would not ask her for her name which I forgot. I know she told me, she said I could call her Ambassador, but I was to embarrassed to ask for her real name again. Damn my pride. I suppose I should learn to control my consumption of the drink, but I can't pull myself away from all my vices.

On a lighter note, I was able to pry a very fine blade from the corpse of a reanimated crusader in the graveyard of the Scarlet Monastery. He was clad in crimson armor which appeared much more elaborate and much more durable than the others'. Even in other sections of the monastery (namely the library and armory), I did not see such armor. I've decided to call the sword "Morbid Dawn".

Wonderful, I just realized I was stuck in reality again. I'm alone in a dark room with a bottle of wine to my right and pouch of bloodthistle on my belt. I'm alone in a dark room. I'm alone in the dark. I'm alone.

[Shari'Adune Forestsong]

((That was such a great RP. I look forward to the next and hope everyone has a wonderful experience with you too.))