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Glance in the past

Haven't been writing a lot lately, so here is a very old piece I wrote almost ten years ago for my World of Warcraft Draenei Shaman Telkana.

A stinging pain woke her deep slumber. “Thank the light! You are alive!” A pair of soft glowing eyes stared at her in anticipation. She tried to sit up, but warm hands gently pushed her back. “You’re in no shape to do anything but lay down until you recover.” A deep frown crossed her face, which she soon regretted. “My head…” she mumbled as she fought back the tears, the pain was almost unbearable. “Yes, you took quite a hit, young one.” “Wh…what hap... pened?” even talking caused the pain to surface faster. “Everything went wrong” a sigh followed after which he continued, but this time softer. “Many of our people died. Something went wrong with the Tempest Keep’s satellite structure. The Exodar crashed head first into the very soil of this planet. Pieces are scattered all over these islands. We found you close by with many others, more death then alive. We are recording the survivors. That reminds me, what’s your name, young one?” “My name is…” there was a pause and then “heh... it’s on the tip of my tongue, how silly I can’t speak it.” But the more she tried to get a hold of it, the more it fled beyond her reach. “I… I can’t remember” she finally admitted.

After spending several weeks at the first aid encampment recovering, she was finally released. Gurdan, the Draenei that had taken close watch on her progress was a bit sad to see her leave. For a short moment it had felt as though he had a daughter. He had named her Telkana, since her amnesia prevented her from remembering much of anything. He had spent long nights at her sickbed, monitoring her every moment, but the time had now come to say their goodbyes. When Telkana had learned of the destruction the Draenei unintentionally caused to the land, she wanted to help nature and the creatures of this planet to rebuild strength, much as Gurdan had helped her. For she had at last, found something familiar. The breath of the wind as it brushed up on her arms, the rough earth beneath her hooves, the crystal clear water which was the first to return some color to her face and the warmth of the light which shone on her horns.


Hereby I'd like to share part of the background story I wrote for my DnD character Phaelynn. It's my very first try at DnD and we had our first session last saturday. The GM did an awesome job in setting the scene and drawing all the characters, maps and nice details! I must admit I wasn't the best in responding in character on the spot, but I'm sure I'll grow into it :)

The air in the small cavern was damp and the smell hinted of decay. The soft light came from two different sources. The blueish hue came from the top of a thin staff resting on the side of a crude table. The brighter source came from a jar on the table which held a small pixie imprisoned. She leaned against the inside, her arms crossed and her eyes intently followed the hands of the mage as he traced an intricate pattern with a piece of chalk on the humanoid skull in front of him while incantating his spell in deep concentration. This went on for long moments and the fay grew a little bored of the scene, though her eyes never wandered far.

A ticking sound drew her attention back to the table. The skull was first rocking and then started shaking more and more violently on the table. A light emerged from the hollow sockets and their beams shone directly in the mage's eyes, whom's head snapped backwards. He let out a shrilled scream as his hands covered his ears. The skull started spinning faster and faster and lifted up from the table. The light from the sockets circled over the walls of the cave, faster and faster until it was one steady bright light beam and engulfed the mage. As sudden as the rocking had started it disappeared along with both the skull, the mage, a loud crack which was followed by a gust of wind which slammed both the jar, the staff and some other table arrangements against the wall of the cave. The jar broke as it hit the stone wall and both the glass pieces as the fay within fell to the floor. She didn't move.

A wet tongue woke her. She drowsily opened her eyes. It took a moment for her to remember the horrific event that had just taken place. "Raphael!!" She gently pushed the cat away, hoping that it all somehow had been a nightmare and her master was still sitting at the table. He was gone. The seat was pushed over and the light of his staff had gone out.

My first GW2 fictional piece

My first post on this new nook. I have quite some stories in my head. Some are of character's I game with in different MMO's. Others are not. I plan to write some of them down and am sharing these here. I hope you enjoy them! Any feedback is always welcome :) Please remember English is not my native language, but I'm eager to learn so please also point out any spelling/grammer mistakes you might find.

The following is a fictional piece following the Guild Wars 2 - Heart of Thorns story finale. If you haven't finished the storyline and still wanting to do so - don't read any further!! This piece contains a major spoiler!!

She fell to her knees and stared at the broken blade in her hands. Bits of resin stuck to the withered petals and she absentmindedly rolled a small bit of it between her fingers. His resin. His blade. Broken. A wail escaped her and tears welled uncontrolled from her eyes. He had been her closest friend. Had shares his doubts and worries with her and she with him. Together they had conquered their fears and had turned the ties, many a time. But not this time. She had done as he had asked of her, begged of her. Slain him and the dragon that corrupted his being with him. And now all she felt was emptiness.

Majory looked at her in shock. It was so out of character for the strong woman she knew as her leader, a woman who didn't flinch in a combat against overwhelming odds, one that stood at the frontlines in every battle she fought with her and one that once again just proved her strength and determination, literally collapse like this.

Kasmeer put her arm around her lover's waist and closed her eyes to clear them of the tears that welled up in them. Was this really a victory?

Braham looked almost as lost as his 'boss'. Another hero of his slain by Mordremoth. Another hero he would never really get to know.

"We need to get out of here." It was Caithe's clear voice that jolted most of them back to the present. It was Rytlock that nodded immediately and picked up the broken woman whom was still sobbing in choked gasps. To his surprise and worry she offered no resistance.