Rhenn
07-16-2006, 02:00 AM
Rhenn thumbed her quill nib before dipping it back into the well for a fresh load of ink. The quill rasped dryly as she drew it across the parchment in her characteristic whispy scrawl. She wrote backwards across the page with her left hand, turning the rings on her right fingers with a thumb in a motion that had surpassed habit long ago and transcended to a nuerotic tic.
"Honored Sister,
It is as you have heard - I have gone seeking to regain my immortality. I can hear you scoff now, but rest assured, I am wiser than most in where I have begun my search. I look to the child-race; the short lived humans. They already know one path to eternity. It is of this I write tonight.
Darnassus goes on as if nothing has happened, soaking in it's beauty and age, reveling in our own magnificence. I am no longer so vainly disillusioned. I have accepted the hideous truth of the matter. I am dying. The day the truth of that revelation hit me was a hard blow that I no longer seek to deny. My immortality has been stolen from me, and I will die. I have lived for more than ten generations of men. I have seen empires rise and fall, and I was here when their race were simpering children. Ten of their short little lifetimes, and now, now I feel winter descending. The humans remember the day they were born. Sister- imagine it! For them their birth is a day of celebration. They keep track of their age...It is a marvel.
The day the Tree was...violated...the seed of a panic was planted in my mind. The panic of realization of my impending demise was, in reality, something I should have expected. I have acquired, in addition to my mortality, another illness of the human condition – the urge to regain immortality by leaving a mark on this world that those who come after me shall see.
You know I left the prestigious position at the Darnassian Libraries without thought. Sister...I could not stay in those dusty halls.When it happened....Light, I still have difficulty speaking of it, when the Tree was destroyed, when I became mortal, I did not notice it at first; the walls of my library closing in around me, the ancient dust choking my lungs, the shady light on the pages...I couldn't stay there any longer, or the library would be my tomb, and my legacy would be nothing but dusty tomes. Stir crazy, the old priest in Northshire called it. It seems an accurate description. Irregardless, I resolved that a change must be made. It was then I encountered Father Sarnas, a human priest visitng Teldrassil to attempt to arrange a visit between the insane Archdruid and the High Priest of their temple. The fellow looked so feeble and tired, yet was filled obviously with more kindness, wisdom, and power than any I had yet met. A mere 87 years of age, and in his presence, I felt a child. 87! Can you imagine a life that brief!? How could one accomplish any learning in so few years!?
Sister, I ramble as you know I am often inclined, but my point is this. I have begun. I have gone through more pairs of boots than I care to recall, wearing them out on the long roads of Azeroth or the claws of enemies, but in so doing, I have met allies stronger than any I have ever known, wise and quiet and loud and boistrous. I have met fools and would-be warlords. And togeather with a few brave souls I now call family, we have begun to carve our names into the stone of ages.
I will not lie. The prospect of the final death still terrifies me, (I have since discovered that many forms of death are not so unsurmountable as one would think for those of us who have been given the power) but I will meet it ready and willing when my time is called. And so, I will be immortal in my words and deed. Truly Immortal.
Sister - Leave home. Mother and father will be fine. Really. Well, not really, but I do imagine that they would eventually get over the shock. The world is here, and waiting." Rhenn signed the page with an elegant flourish, before folding the parchment into an envelope and melting the wax for a seal. She smiled ruefully as she watched the thick green wax drip. Her mother was going to slaughter her.
((Not sure I did this right...but hey! here goes nothin'))
"Honored Sister,
It is as you have heard - I have gone seeking to regain my immortality. I can hear you scoff now, but rest assured, I am wiser than most in where I have begun my search. I look to the child-race; the short lived humans. They already know one path to eternity. It is of this I write tonight.
Darnassus goes on as if nothing has happened, soaking in it's beauty and age, reveling in our own magnificence. I am no longer so vainly disillusioned. I have accepted the hideous truth of the matter. I am dying. The day the truth of that revelation hit me was a hard blow that I no longer seek to deny. My immortality has been stolen from me, and I will die. I have lived for more than ten generations of men. I have seen empires rise and fall, and I was here when their race were simpering children. Ten of their short little lifetimes, and now, now I feel winter descending. The humans remember the day they were born. Sister- imagine it! For them their birth is a day of celebration. They keep track of their age...It is a marvel.
The day the Tree was...violated...the seed of a panic was planted in my mind. The panic of realization of my impending demise was, in reality, something I should have expected. I have acquired, in addition to my mortality, another illness of the human condition – the urge to regain immortality by leaving a mark on this world that those who come after me shall see.
You know I left the prestigious position at the Darnassian Libraries without thought. Sister...I could not stay in those dusty halls.When it happened....Light, I still have difficulty speaking of it, when the Tree was destroyed, when I became mortal, I did not notice it at first; the walls of my library closing in around me, the ancient dust choking my lungs, the shady light on the pages...I couldn't stay there any longer, or the library would be my tomb, and my legacy would be nothing but dusty tomes. Stir crazy, the old priest in Northshire called it. It seems an accurate description. Irregardless, I resolved that a change must be made. It was then I encountered Father Sarnas, a human priest visitng Teldrassil to attempt to arrange a visit between the insane Archdruid and the High Priest of their temple. The fellow looked so feeble and tired, yet was filled obviously with more kindness, wisdom, and power than any I had yet met. A mere 87 years of age, and in his presence, I felt a child. 87! Can you imagine a life that brief!? How could one accomplish any learning in so few years!?
Sister, I ramble as you know I am often inclined, but my point is this. I have begun. I have gone through more pairs of boots than I care to recall, wearing them out on the long roads of Azeroth or the claws of enemies, but in so doing, I have met allies stronger than any I have ever known, wise and quiet and loud and boistrous. I have met fools and would-be warlords. And togeather with a few brave souls I now call family, we have begun to carve our names into the stone of ages.
I will not lie. The prospect of the final death still terrifies me, (I have since discovered that many forms of death are not so unsurmountable as one would think for those of us who have been given the power) but I will meet it ready and willing when my time is called. And so, I will be immortal in my words and deed. Truly Immortal.
Sister - Leave home. Mother and father will be fine. Really. Well, not really, but I do imagine that they would eventually get over the shock. The world is here, and waiting." Rhenn signed the page with an elegant flourish, before folding the parchment into an envelope and melting the wax for a seal. She smiled ruefully as she watched the thick green wax drip. Her mother was going to slaughter her.
((Not sure I did this right...but hey! here goes nothin'))