Betrayl
02-10-2009, 07:13 PM
Journal - The Beginning - Prolog
Hum, where to start? That is a question that has been running through my mind. I guess I would have to say when I was about 55ish, my skills as a skilled assassin were used regularly by the Sin’Dorei. I have killed many in cold blood, Alliance and Horde alike if the money was good enough. But why, I don’t know. Maybe it’s just what I was good at, and I’ve always liked the sight of blood.
I was raised by my mother Chalesha Kal’Dumar. I do not know of my father. She never spoke of him, nor do I want to look for him. I do have a twin, Zandria, and a younger brother, Veciten . *looks to a blade hanging from a holster on the wall* But, my mother and brother have passed away by my own hand. *tears start to trickle down her face* Thus the undying will of the Lich King. Damned him to hell! As for Zandria, well I think she is still under the Liches’ power. I will find her if it leads me to my death. *wipes the last tear from her cheek*
Entry 1 –
Yesterday had it’s up and downs. I was traveling the lands from Tauren Mill on threw Wetlands in search of ore. However I was cut short by a disturbance, apparently Tauren Mill had been attacked by those cowardly dogs, the Alliance. There were a hand full of our powerful heros; a death knight, warlock, rogue and if I remember correctly, a paladin. How ever there was a druid I will never forget, for he was so eager to slay the opposing threat. He made me giggle; I will stand by his side any day in battle. Now…if I could only remember his name.
After a victorious counter raid in South Shore, I moved to Northrend where I continued my training and jobs I had taken. About 1hr after arriving, I was contacted by a comrade who wanted me to meet him down in the depths of Zul’Drak. Well I took the initiative and went there, which I probably shouldn’t have.
Once there, Atheron and myself were talking about representing the horde threw arena when I spotted a druid out of the corner of my eye. He/she was not one of our factions and I got uneasy for "it" went stealth. *picks at a bandage around her breasts and abdomen* I thought it left, after awhile then we said our goodbyes’ and Atheron left. The next thing I know is I get pounced, on top of my mount no less, by this damn druid. Blade, my stead, steadies and kicks it off trying to keep me alive in the process. I made it out alive, but barley so I rode to a safe place and tried to stop the bleeding. I did what I could and headed for Dalaran.
I was a wreck when I showed up in Dalaran, and went into the Filthy Animal to get a drink and relax. *chuckles* I was met by a good friend of mine who scared the crap out of me. His name, Kadesh. He offered to help soothe the pain from my wounds so we bandaged them properly. Now, I’m just waiting to heal and I cannot wait for the day I meet with that druid again. This time, "it's ", the one who is going to need to be stiched up.
Hum, where to start? That is a question that has been running through my mind. I guess I would have to say when I was about 55ish, my skills as a skilled assassin were used regularly by the Sin’Dorei. I have killed many in cold blood, Alliance and Horde alike if the money was good enough. But why, I don’t know. Maybe it’s just what I was good at, and I’ve always liked the sight of blood.
I was raised by my mother Chalesha Kal’Dumar. I do not know of my father. She never spoke of him, nor do I want to look for him. I do have a twin, Zandria, and a younger brother, Veciten . *looks to a blade hanging from a holster on the wall* But, my mother and brother have passed away by my own hand. *tears start to trickle down her face* Thus the undying will of the Lich King. Damned him to hell! As for Zandria, well I think she is still under the Liches’ power. I will find her if it leads me to my death. *wipes the last tear from her cheek*
Entry 1 –
Yesterday had it’s up and downs. I was traveling the lands from Tauren Mill on threw Wetlands in search of ore. However I was cut short by a disturbance, apparently Tauren Mill had been attacked by those cowardly dogs, the Alliance. There were a hand full of our powerful heros; a death knight, warlock, rogue and if I remember correctly, a paladin. How ever there was a druid I will never forget, for he was so eager to slay the opposing threat. He made me giggle; I will stand by his side any day in battle. Now…if I could only remember his name.
After a victorious counter raid in South Shore, I moved to Northrend where I continued my training and jobs I had taken. About 1hr after arriving, I was contacted by a comrade who wanted me to meet him down in the depths of Zul’Drak. Well I took the initiative and went there, which I probably shouldn’t have.
Once there, Atheron and myself were talking about representing the horde threw arena when I spotted a druid out of the corner of my eye. He/she was not one of our factions and I got uneasy for "it" went stealth. *picks at a bandage around her breasts and abdomen* I thought it left, after awhile then we said our goodbyes’ and Atheron left. The next thing I know is I get pounced, on top of my mount no less, by this damn druid. Blade, my stead, steadies and kicks it off trying to keep me alive in the process. I made it out alive, but barley so I rode to a safe place and tried to stop the bleeding. I did what I could and headed for Dalaran.
I was a wreck when I showed up in Dalaran, and went into the Filthy Animal to get a drink and relax. *chuckles* I was met by a good friend of mine who scared the crap out of me. His name, Kadesh. He offered to help soothe the pain from my wounds so we bandaged them properly. Now, I’m just waiting to heal and I cannot wait for the day I meet with that druid again. This time, "it's ", the one who is going to need to be stiched up.