Grisch
06-26-2006, 01:40 PM
Grisch leaned back against the wagonwheel in Lights Hope Chapel. In one hand he held and Argent Dawn ration which he quietly munched on, and in the other he opened the sorry, bloodstained bundle of parchments he called his diary.
He'd started keeping it a while back. Not sure why, mayhap to keep an eye on himself. Or possibly just so something would be left behind should he be suddenly called into the nether.
He'd been fighting the scourge invasion in the plaugelands for three solid days now. He hadn't taken his armor off in as many days and it itched. A few hours of sleep had been caught here and there in the lulls of the fighting. The lack of sleep brought about strange effects on a mind, and it was thus that he opened his diary to ground himself back into reality.
He idly glanced back over the entries untill his eye settled on one. Reudrick. Ah, a good memory. It was good because he had brought a small bit of light into someone's life. He wondered how the mage was right now. Did he still lurk in his undead infested home? Had he discovered the details on his family? Had any more been uncovered surrounding the mystery of that event?
He'd met the forsaken mage a few days before his journy to Lights Hope. Reudrick at that had contacted another member of Sanctuary through the twisting nether and asked for assistance. In a short time, the call had gone out, and a few Sanctuary members had tracked the mage down in an old abandoned house near Deathknell.
He'd been half mad by that time, his mind struggling for control of itself against the Lich King's icy grasp. Hovering between free will and mindless scourge, he'd babbled and threatened. He'd offered Torlus the chance to join the ranks of the scourge, fighting with the Lich King. He'd condemned Grisch to death as an enemy of Ner'zul and had attacked.
In his weakened state, Grisch had dodged aside from the firebold and the rain of weak blows and sent him sprawling. The blow must have shaken the last of Ner'zul's hold on him, as he became lucid after.
They'd sat and talked. The mage's name was Reudrick, and had only recently begun to regain control of himself from the Lich King. He recalled once being a mage of the Kirrin Tor and had lived in this very house with his family. Some of which still haunted the rooms in their mindless state.
It had been a sad spectacle indeed. Reudrick informed them that he believed that he shared his life-strand with that of another. The reason the Lich King's control had been shaken was that the other was in fact alive. Ner'zul could only control the dead and this extra life-strand had sparked the fight for control that Reudrick appeared to have one.
Shortly thereafter, Grisch found himself and a squad of Sanctuary members sneaking through Elwynn forest in an attempt to find the bearer of this other 'life strand'. They'd come across a living mirror of the mage undead Reudrick. After gathering what information they could on the frightened man, they dodged the remainder of the Stormwind guards who had by now been alerted to their presence, and traveled back to Deathknell.
Reudrick had been most pleased. It appeared that he had in fact a sibbling, a twin.
In return for this information, Reudrick had provided Grisch with news pertaining to himself. While part of the scourge, Reudrick had learned that the Lich King had among other things, targetted Sanctuary and it's leader specifically.
Laughing at this, Grisch contested that the Lich King would take time out of his busy schedule of evil to hunt down a few rogue horde. After a short discussion, they had left.
That was when it had started. The strangers in the crowd. People coming up to him and telling him of dire things to happen to him. Threats, warnings. Letters even. Every time he persued one, they dissapeared before he could get close. Into the crowds, into a doorway, whereever.
He began to sleep fitfully. Checking behind him furtively wherever he went. Maybe it was true.
Grisch wished he was a hero. Like Thrall and Brakogar. Warriors who knew no fear. Instead he was still a simple son of a farmer. He feared.
This is why he had come to the forefront of the battle. His mentor had always taught him to face that which he feared most. And here he was, fighting scourge every day untill he could no longer lift his mace.
He'd seen remarkable sights. Horde and Alliance working together. Their differences set aside for now. Pushing back the invasion. The symbol on their Argent Dawn tabards unifying them for this short time as brothers against the threat they all faced.
As he fitfully tried to doze, a faint smile appeared on his green and battle hardened face. Hope... lingers on.
He'd started keeping it a while back. Not sure why, mayhap to keep an eye on himself. Or possibly just so something would be left behind should he be suddenly called into the nether.
He'd been fighting the scourge invasion in the plaugelands for three solid days now. He hadn't taken his armor off in as many days and it itched. A few hours of sleep had been caught here and there in the lulls of the fighting. The lack of sleep brought about strange effects on a mind, and it was thus that he opened his diary to ground himself back into reality.
He idly glanced back over the entries untill his eye settled on one. Reudrick. Ah, a good memory. It was good because he had brought a small bit of light into someone's life. He wondered how the mage was right now. Did he still lurk in his undead infested home? Had he discovered the details on his family? Had any more been uncovered surrounding the mystery of that event?
He'd met the forsaken mage a few days before his journy to Lights Hope. Reudrick at that had contacted another member of Sanctuary through the twisting nether and asked for assistance. In a short time, the call had gone out, and a few Sanctuary members had tracked the mage down in an old abandoned house near Deathknell.
He'd been half mad by that time, his mind struggling for control of itself against the Lich King's icy grasp. Hovering between free will and mindless scourge, he'd babbled and threatened. He'd offered Torlus the chance to join the ranks of the scourge, fighting with the Lich King. He'd condemned Grisch to death as an enemy of Ner'zul and had attacked.
In his weakened state, Grisch had dodged aside from the firebold and the rain of weak blows and sent him sprawling. The blow must have shaken the last of Ner'zul's hold on him, as he became lucid after.
They'd sat and talked. The mage's name was Reudrick, and had only recently begun to regain control of himself from the Lich King. He recalled once being a mage of the Kirrin Tor and had lived in this very house with his family. Some of which still haunted the rooms in their mindless state.
It had been a sad spectacle indeed. Reudrick informed them that he believed that he shared his life-strand with that of another. The reason the Lich King's control had been shaken was that the other was in fact alive. Ner'zul could only control the dead and this extra life-strand had sparked the fight for control that Reudrick appeared to have one.
Shortly thereafter, Grisch found himself and a squad of Sanctuary members sneaking through Elwynn forest in an attempt to find the bearer of this other 'life strand'. They'd come across a living mirror of the mage undead Reudrick. After gathering what information they could on the frightened man, they dodged the remainder of the Stormwind guards who had by now been alerted to their presence, and traveled back to Deathknell.
Reudrick had been most pleased. It appeared that he had in fact a sibbling, a twin.
In return for this information, Reudrick had provided Grisch with news pertaining to himself. While part of the scourge, Reudrick had learned that the Lich King had among other things, targetted Sanctuary and it's leader specifically.
Laughing at this, Grisch contested that the Lich King would take time out of his busy schedule of evil to hunt down a few rogue horde. After a short discussion, they had left.
That was when it had started. The strangers in the crowd. People coming up to him and telling him of dire things to happen to him. Threats, warnings. Letters even. Every time he persued one, they dissapeared before he could get close. Into the crowds, into a doorway, whereever.
He began to sleep fitfully. Checking behind him furtively wherever he went. Maybe it was true.
Grisch wished he was a hero. Like Thrall and Brakogar. Warriors who knew no fear. Instead he was still a simple son of a farmer. He feared.
This is why he had come to the forefront of the battle. His mentor had always taught him to face that which he feared most. And here he was, fighting scourge every day untill he could no longer lift his mace.
He'd seen remarkable sights. Horde and Alliance working together. Their differences set aside for now. Pushing back the invasion. The symbol on their Argent Dawn tabards unifying them for this short time as brothers against the threat they all faced.
As he fitfully tried to doze, a faint smile appeared on his green and battle hardened face. Hope... lingers on.