Verloran, Lost

[Verloran]

Lost, alone, and confused, the Night Elf wandered through the forests atop Teldrassil. He had no idea where he was, or even who he was, but he did know that he needed help, for his wounds wouldn’t heal on their own. He knew he needed to find someone, and fast.

With blood dripping from the many small wounds along his arms, the Elf tried his best to stay conscious. He wandered past the outskirts of a small town, then found a road which he decided to follow. He stumbled down a small hill, and saw one with similar features to his own.

“Greetings, young one. I am Conservator Ilthaine, and--” the Ilthaine stopped short as he caught sight of the other Elf’s wounds. “You are in serious need of medical help. Come, we shall see if the druids can heal you.”

“Yes,” was all the weary Elf could say before fainting due to blood loss.



The Elf woke up sometime later, Ilthaine at his side.

“Glad to see you up and well again. We were beginning to worry about you. Those were some pretty nasty wounds you had. Did you get into a fight with a nightsaber or something?”

“I… I don’t remember. I don’t remember anything, actually. I don’t know who I am, where I am, or even what I am. It’s strange.”

“That does sound strange. You don’t even remember your name?”

“No.”

Ilthaine sat thinking for a moment, then his face lighted up.

“Aha! We’ll call you Verloran!”

“Verloran?”

“Yes,” said Ilthaine, “Verloran means ‘lost’ in one of the old tongues of Azeroth. So that’s what your name is, at least for now.”

It seemed to fit him. Verloran meant lost, and the Elf definitely was lost. His only concern, his only question for now, was a deep one.

Would he ever not be Verloran?

((This is just a quick introduction to the character Verloran. The rest will be told through his journal.))

[Verloran]

((Heh, didn't think about that. Thanks.))

A page from Verloran's journal

It seems I have forgotten practically all there is to know about this world in which I reside, so I have decided to write down everything I learn in a journal, which I shall always keep with me. If for any reason I should forget everything again, reading this will jog my memory.

My name is Verloran, which means Lost in one of the old languages of Azeroth (the world I live in). It was given to my by Conservator Ilthaine. If I ever forget again, I do not want to tell anybody except Ilthaine, because I do not want to draw attention to myself.

I am a Night Elf, and my race is part of the Human Alliance, consisting of Humans, Night Elves, Dwarves, and Gnomes.

Humans: I have only met one so far, and he was very rude, and seemed a bit insane. I sensed that he had worked with demons. I just hope that not all Humans are like that. They are a bit shorter that Elves, with brighter skin tones.

Night Elf: Me.

Dwarf: Very short, usually with dark hair, and pale to dark skin tones. I have never met one, but I have heard that they are usually drunk.

Gnome: Even shorter than Dwarves. Because of their size and intelligence, Gnomes are usually mages or warlocks.

Our enemy is the Orcish Horde, comprised of the Orcs, Trolls, Tauren, and Forsaken.

Orcs: About the hight of Humans, stocky like the Dwarves. Green skin. Orcs are very strong.

Trolls: Tall and gangly, pointy ears like Elves. Trolls also have blue or green skin.

Tauren: Very large, Taruen resemble cows. Relatively peaceful and druidic, I don't see why I would need to fight against a Tauren.

Forsaken: Only way I have heard them described is as walking corpses. Thinking about them gives me the chills.

I also have other enemies, which I will list later.

Many battles happen between the Alliance and the Horde, and it is my job to kill members of the Horde when I can, as they are a threat to me and my people. I will learn more about them when I get the chance.

RECAP

I am a Night Elf. My name is Verloran.

Home: Darnassus

Allies: Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes

Enemies: Orcs, Trolls, Tauren, Forsaken, Burning Legion, Satyrs, Local Wildlife

People to Trust: Conservator Ilthaine

[Verloran]

A page from Verloran's journal

It has been a while since I have written, but then it has been a while since I have had the chance to write. The tasks set to me by the Night Elves have been difficult, but in completing them I have gained the respect of Darnassus, which will one day come in handy.

I have not made any new allies. Azeroth seems to be a busy place, and nobody has time to stop and chat with an average Elf, even if they do seem to be working towards the same goal. At first I liked that, but now more is expected of me, and I may need allies to call on in the near future.

As far as enemies go, I have learned that although the races of the Alliance are allied with the Elves for the most part, there are those among us who have joined cults, organizations that work without the boundries of racial tensions. Already I have had to dispose of a number of Humans and Dwarves.

The Horde has proved a tougher enemy than I first thought they would be. I have been to Warsong Gulch, and the fight there is as brutal as I have yet seen. I have found that I carry a small respect for the races of the Horde, save the Forsaken. Their millitary tactics are superb, and the warriors themselves are tough advisaries. The Forsaken only disgust me, though. Things that have died need to stay dead, and that's all there is too it.

I may respect the Horde in some ways, but I cannot forget that they are my enemy. Already I have slain enough to gain the rank of Private, which I hope to keep and expand on.

There is much of Azeroth I have not yet seen, and I think that I will soon journey to the Human capitol of Stormwind. I have heard of a great library there, and I believe that with this I can learn more of Azeroth, and maybe find a clue about why I can't remember a thing about who I am.

[Verloran]

A page from Verloran's journal

I am now a member of Scourge Slayer, a small group led by a rogue known as Teelia. This is a group dedicated to the erradication of the Scourge on Azeroth, and I thought it would be good for me to have a cause, at least for now. Besides, Teelia has already helped me, and I feel I owe it to her.

I also recently aquired a Gnomish device of sorts that allows me to communicate with others who have it. Through it, I have made acquaintances, friends, and I have learned things. No doubt this will prove useful to me.

I have learned of a Human priest by the name of Nouri, who apparently is wanted by the Church of the Light. I'm not sure, but one would think the reward for his capture would be great. I am in need of money and supplies, and this would certainly raise my social status with Stormwind. There are only a few conflicts. He is a good friend of Teelia's, and I owe it to her to not do anything to him. He is also protected by mercenaries. At least they appear to be. I asked to meet with him, basically to size him up. I hope I didn't draw too much attention to myself with my questions. I'm torn though; Nouri or Teelia? Money, or friendship? I wish I was wiser. Perhaps if my memory returned...

About my memory, nothing much has happened. I am still reading all I can, learning the history of Azeroth, and some of the more recent history. But what's it all for? Will I just forget again? Even if I don't, is there even a point?

[Teelia]

((Bwahahaha. You rock))

[Verloran]

((Bwahahaha. You rock))

((Thanks! :D ))

[Verloran]

A page from Verloran's journal

It's been a while, I know, but so much has happened, I just haven't had the time.

First off, if ever I forget again, I need to go to the library in Stormwind. There I can learn all about the history of this world. There is a lot, but I have taken most of it in already. Interesting stuff.

Fish is good. If I forget again, I need to learn how to fish. Period.

Alcohol good, hangover bad. This last part is espcecially important in determining how much to drink. Remember, the greater the quantity of alchohol, the worse the hangover will be the next morning.

The small children who live near Goldshire are freaky, possibly demonic. Stay away from them if possible.

The Alliance is horrible when it comes to battle strategy. Horrible. If I join a large battle, I shouldn't expect to win too often. Also, while I'm on the subject of battle, don't expect any member of the Horde to engage in anything that might be considered a fair fight. It just doesn't happen.

On a more serious note, I'll write about envy. Envy is bad. In case I forget, envy is wanting something you can not have, and being jealous because of it. I am envious, and there's nothing I can do to change that. Don't give in. If I have the chance, I can't let envy take me. It builds up as time goes, getting worse and worse, gnawing at your mind. Eventually you come to hate whatever it is you are envious about. I'm not there yet, and I never will be if I can help it. I need to know this, though. I can't let envy take me.

Here's something less dramatic: Psychology. It's a marvelous thing. The study of how people think and feel in certain situations, basically. I also find I'm good at giving basic advice to people. If I forget again, I should look into psychology. I figure that if it deals so much with the brain, I might learn something about memories, and what happens to them. I can only hope I'll find what I'm looking for.[/i]

[Teelia]

((Oooh, envy. I know what you're talking about I think....Mwahahaha. Plot hook!!!))

[Verloran]

A note quickly scrawled at the bottom of Verloran's last entry

I need to start avoiding emotions if I can. They will gnaw at my mind untill I either go insane or end it.

[Verloran]

A page from Verloran's journal

I'm really going to have to rename this. This isn't as much things I should remember anymore as it is something to vent out on.

My studies are going well. I'm discovering more about the mind, and hopefully I'll actually get a patient or two. I'm beginning to understand psychology a bit more. Unfortunately, while it helps with other peoples problems, it doesn't do much for my own.

I had to lie again yesterday. This is only the second true lie I have told, and it feels horrible. The strange part is, it also feels natural. If I can lie as easily, and without as much thought, as I did to Nouri last night, what's that say about me? For the most part I'm an honest person, but these lies keep popping up...

Then there's the whole story behind the lie. I'm supposed to be so good at giving advice and all that, but I'm not sure that I really want to help people anymore. My own personal feelings keep getting in the way of other people. I'm trying to help Teelia, and not hurt Nouri in the proccess, but do I really want to? It's a bittersweet kind of deal. On one hand, if I help Teelia, I make her happy, I make Nouri happier (assuming he doesn't find out what we're up to) and everything stays pretty much the same. But then I run the risk of possibly never being with Teelia. On the other hand, I don't help her, I ruin her relationship, she turns to me (maybe), but then I lose a friend, maybe two.

Why does life have to be so damn hard?[/i]

[Teelia]

((It's like Knots Landing or Dynasty, but with weapons. Love the journals. hehe))

[Verloran]

A page from Verloran's journal

Well, I've decided to finally keep my more journally thoughts in an actual journal, seperate from what I would need to look at if I were to forget again, which I really don't think will happen. I've discovered that memory loss can be attributed to severe mental or physical trauma. Judging by the scars on my arms and back, I'd say the latter. I am sure it is the same with Upae, the Elf I spoke with a few days ago. Nonetheless, her case still interests me. She, as a person, interests me.

I heard a name yesterday. Nouri told me about Clys Nex'Cruor, an undead from whom many others have suffered. The strange part is, when he said Clys, my mind filled in the rest, as if I knew the name from somewhere. I have absolutely no idea how I know that name, but I intend to find out. I heard that one of her many female lovers is a druid by the name of Kittsu, so maybe I'll track her down.

A lot of things are changing. Teelia's a lesbian, Nouri's moved on to an Elf, and I find myself questioning my views about the Horde. Are they really as bloodthirsty and merciless as I once thought? Are they really my enemy? My faith in the Alliance is lacking lately, and rightfully so. When your life is saved by an undead priestess, and a Human paladin laughs at you as you nearly die, something's wrong.

[Verloran]

A page from Verloran's journal

So much has happened. Ele is gone, attacked by a group known to me only as the Ironblades. Amadare won't talk to me anymore. She probably hates me now. I haven't heard from Clys or Kittsu in ages. Nouri is marrying Vendella. Upae is actually a Troll. With all these changing things, I'm surprised I haven't gone nuts! Probably the only thing keeping me together is Teelia.

Teelia is a matter of her own to be discussed. I've loved her for so long, yet never got the chance to properly show her. Yesterday was when all that changed. We were in the Pig and Whistle, as usual, and we got to having a conversation with a fellow named Drustan. He seemed nice enough, but apparently he had had a misunderstanding with Vendella, and Teelia was supposed to spy on him or something like that. They went off to her house, and I stayed behind to think about some things. When they were through, Teelia invited me to her house. It was an odd discussion at first, mainly because the first question she asked me was how I would rate her body on a scale of 1 to 10. I truthfully told her that she's around 8.5. Then she asked me how hard I thought it would be for someone to resist getting seduced by her. Long story short, we conluded that Drustan was hiding something. Then she asked me how my curse was going.

This isn't a real curse, but I like to call it that. Basically, I am cursed to never be able to have a relationship with someone. Every time an opportunity presents itself, it messes up. Examples include Teelia, Upae, and Amadare, and there are many more. I said it was going as usual, then asked her why. She started talking about Upae teaching her the difference between love and lust, and her not really understanding. I understood, and I told her that. I told her what the difference meant, at least to me. I finally and truly told her that I loved her.

After that was actually quite humorous. We heard voices downstairs, and when we went down we found a couple Elves who thought the house was theirs. Teelia apologized, showed them her deed to the house, and they left. Then it was just the two of us again. It felt awkward at that point. Teelia started telling me about how she was turning into an exhibitionist, having sex in front of large groups of people and enjoying it. "Does this make me bad?" she asked me. But of course that wasn't true, and I told her that. Then she did something I never would have expected. She kissed me. Now, she's kissed me before once, but this was different. This was passionate. In that instant, all of my problems dissappeared. Everything vanished from my mind except her. It's the best I've ever felt.

We said our goodbyes and left; we both had things we had to do. But that kiss is still fresh in my memory, and will be for a long time.