Rudrah
04-21-2006, 03:18 PM
Rudrah attempted to focus his vision, to feel the breath and breezes of the air around him, but to no avail. It had been like this for some time… “Or had it not?” he thought. He was starting to be unsure of who he was, or where he even came from. He felt like he was himself a thought, the figment of an illusion, the remnant of his own imagination. The druid could see with incredible insight everything he could have been, each possible outcome of the maelstrom of choices that his life had given him, but staying unnaturally calm about it. Was he dead, perhaps? No, no… he could just see how promising his life could unfold and that filled him with great hope and confidence. There is no way a deceased could feel so hopeful about the future, isn’t there? Eyes shut, he just let his consciousness slip away amidst the endless ethereal flora…
The tauren would probably have wandered like that forever, if he hadn’t been spotted by her. An energizing voice tingled its way through Rudrah’s soul:
“Oh no…another traveler … Wake up! You cannot stay here! I beg of you, WAKE UP!”
The druid was in a state of perfect harmony with itself, peacefully slumbering amongst the perfection of Azeroth in its most primal and undisturbed state. It took unknown treasures of willpower to leave his immortal cushion of tranquility, and to this day, Rudrah still does not know how the whelp’s voice had convinced him to muster the effort… If he could have emitted a groan at that moment, he certainly would have. His consciousness slowly stopped drifting, and he became somewhat aware of his spiritual self amidst the Emerald Dream.
- “Please, Quickly! You cannot stay here! Lethon… It just got Lethon!”
The voice sounded panicked enough that Rudrah brought his slowly-waking attention to the nervous green whelp hovering around him.
- “I hope it is not customary of the Green Flight to interrupt the slumber of druids…” he muttered.
- “Oh please! I’m trying to save you from the fate befalling my brethrens as much as yours!”
- “… An emergency … what could happen in the heart of the Dream, carefully protected by Ysera herself?”
- “T-There’s no time! If Ysondre and Lethon have already been engulfed by it, we don’t stand a chance if we stay here!”
Every plant and animal in the Emerald Dream was, altogether, producing a Harmony of perfect equilibrium that carried the druid through his gentle dreams. That melody was perfect on all levels of existence and made the true beauty of the Dream. As the whelp gave her last answer, something just felt wrong. It started with a simple feeling, but, progressively, it degenerated into a horrid cacophony that resonated harder and harder through Rudrah’s soul. The sound made by breaking a mirror as large as Azeroth itself mixed with the tormented wails of all its suffering inhabitants would not have sounded any worse. Whirling darkness began to surround the druid…
- “*cry* Here it comes! Hold onto me as hard as you can!”
Struck by fear but sane enough to obey the command, the druid felt as if he was whisked instantly through an immense distance, passing through the thick and lush flora of the Dream in a wink. He sensed the reassuring melody of natural balance once again, but he couldn’t get himself to calm down.
- “That was close...” the dragon whelp kept other thoughts to herself.
They were now both a few strides away from a huge golden dome which Rudrah never saw before during his long dreaming. Strangely, seeing that strange place gave filled his soul with calmness and optimism once again.
- “This place… is it… ?” he asked
- “Yes, the Eye of Ysera. I thought we would be safe here, and that is the case, for some time at least.” Said the dragon, with a troubled tone.
- “What in creation was ~that~ just now? It felt as if that part of the dream was…twisted upside down. And I heard a terrible voice…”
- “I… heard it, too.” The whelp was now shaking “Hakkar...” he whispered faintly. “He seems to be the raving madness that is swallowing this dream… Lethon told me about it before he stormed off to fight it. Now he’s…”
Rudrah could not think of what to say that would comfort her, as he did not feel remotely well either. During his long adventuring days passed amongst trolls of the Horde, the Soulflayer was only spoken of in terrified whispers… The whelp noticed his apparent fears and flew right in front of him, staring deep into his ethereal self.
- “Listen to me well, druid. You can do your part to prevent more losses while the Green Flight tries to stop the Nightmare from spreading. You must leave the Dream and warn all druids you meet of the dangers of this place, shu’halo and kaldorei alike. The druids act as Ysera’s hands on the surface of Azeroth, but I fear the Soulflayer will try to corrupt us with the Nightmare and turn us against The Dreamer. I will take others with me to wake other dreaming druids, and with luck we will find Malfurion in time.”
- “…Yes, I understand…” answered Rudrah, nodding to breath courage into himself. “I will never let this perfect Dream turn into a horrible perversion of itself. But can’t I face the corruption here in the Dream, instead of returning to Azeroth?”
- “Oh, worry not, there is more than enough battles to be fought elsewhere… Hakkar… Lethon seemed to think he will try to wage a two-front battle, as hungry for blood as he is; The second battleground would be the Azeroth you are from, assuming the Gurubashi trolls would ever succeed at summoning him. You must –not- let that happen! Slay every last troll in their capital of Zul’Gurub if necessary, but Hakkar must not gain a foothold in your world, or all his lost for us here as well. May She of the Dreaming watch over you in your quest, brave Shu'halo, I will instruct others to assist you as I find them.”
There was a flash of blinding green light, and Rudrah felt his consciousness slip through the very fabric of reality until he sprang up in his corporeal corpse, back in his comforting hut in Kalimdor. There was much to do, and so little time… He walked to the door, reaching out to grab his good old oaken staff, when he realized he had gained some weight…and a thick layer of feathers over his skin! He silently thanked the emerald whelp for this great honour and headed outside for a long walk under the full moon, accompanied only by the sound of crickets…
(( Note: This can turn into open RP as Rudrah or messengers of the Emerald Dream come to warn/wake druids ))
The tauren would probably have wandered like that forever, if he hadn’t been spotted by her. An energizing voice tingled its way through Rudrah’s soul:
“Oh no…another traveler … Wake up! You cannot stay here! I beg of you, WAKE UP!”
The druid was in a state of perfect harmony with itself, peacefully slumbering amongst the perfection of Azeroth in its most primal and undisturbed state. It took unknown treasures of willpower to leave his immortal cushion of tranquility, and to this day, Rudrah still does not know how the whelp’s voice had convinced him to muster the effort… If he could have emitted a groan at that moment, he certainly would have. His consciousness slowly stopped drifting, and he became somewhat aware of his spiritual self amidst the Emerald Dream.
- “Please, Quickly! You cannot stay here! Lethon… It just got Lethon!”
The voice sounded panicked enough that Rudrah brought his slowly-waking attention to the nervous green whelp hovering around him.
- “I hope it is not customary of the Green Flight to interrupt the slumber of druids…” he muttered.
- “Oh please! I’m trying to save you from the fate befalling my brethrens as much as yours!”
- “… An emergency … what could happen in the heart of the Dream, carefully protected by Ysera herself?”
- “T-There’s no time! If Ysondre and Lethon have already been engulfed by it, we don’t stand a chance if we stay here!”
Every plant and animal in the Emerald Dream was, altogether, producing a Harmony of perfect equilibrium that carried the druid through his gentle dreams. That melody was perfect on all levels of existence and made the true beauty of the Dream. As the whelp gave her last answer, something just felt wrong. It started with a simple feeling, but, progressively, it degenerated into a horrid cacophony that resonated harder and harder through Rudrah’s soul. The sound made by breaking a mirror as large as Azeroth itself mixed with the tormented wails of all its suffering inhabitants would not have sounded any worse. Whirling darkness began to surround the druid…
- “*cry* Here it comes! Hold onto me as hard as you can!”
Struck by fear but sane enough to obey the command, the druid felt as if he was whisked instantly through an immense distance, passing through the thick and lush flora of the Dream in a wink. He sensed the reassuring melody of natural balance once again, but he couldn’t get himself to calm down.
- “That was close...” the dragon whelp kept other thoughts to herself.
They were now both a few strides away from a huge golden dome which Rudrah never saw before during his long dreaming. Strangely, seeing that strange place gave filled his soul with calmness and optimism once again.
- “This place… is it… ?” he asked
- “Yes, the Eye of Ysera. I thought we would be safe here, and that is the case, for some time at least.” Said the dragon, with a troubled tone.
- “What in creation was ~that~ just now? It felt as if that part of the dream was…twisted upside down. And I heard a terrible voice…”
- “I… heard it, too.” The whelp was now shaking “Hakkar...” he whispered faintly. “He seems to be the raving madness that is swallowing this dream… Lethon told me about it before he stormed off to fight it. Now he’s…”
Rudrah could not think of what to say that would comfort her, as he did not feel remotely well either. During his long adventuring days passed amongst trolls of the Horde, the Soulflayer was only spoken of in terrified whispers… The whelp noticed his apparent fears and flew right in front of him, staring deep into his ethereal self.
- “Listen to me well, druid. You can do your part to prevent more losses while the Green Flight tries to stop the Nightmare from spreading. You must leave the Dream and warn all druids you meet of the dangers of this place, shu’halo and kaldorei alike. The druids act as Ysera’s hands on the surface of Azeroth, but I fear the Soulflayer will try to corrupt us with the Nightmare and turn us against The Dreamer. I will take others with me to wake other dreaming druids, and with luck we will find Malfurion in time.”
- “…Yes, I understand…” answered Rudrah, nodding to breath courage into himself. “I will never let this perfect Dream turn into a horrible perversion of itself. But can’t I face the corruption here in the Dream, instead of returning to Azeroth?”
- “Oh, worry not, there is more than enough battles to be fought elsewhere… Hakkar… Lethon seemed to think he will try to wage a two-front battle, as hungry for blood as he is; The second battleground would be the Azeroth you are from, assuming the Gurubashi trolls would ever succeed at summoning him. You must –not- let that happen! Slay every last troll in their capital of Zul’Gurub if necessary, but Hakkar must not gain a foothold in your world, or all his lost for us here as well. May She of the Dreaming watch over you in your quest, brave Shu'halo, I will instruct others to assist you as I find them.”
There was a flash of blinding green light, and Rudrah felt his consciousness slip through the very fabric of reality until he sprang up in his corporeal corpse, back in his comforting hut in Kalimdor. There was much to do, and so little time… He walked to the door, reaching out to grab his good old oaken staff, when he realized he had gained some weight…and a thick layer of feathers over his skin! He silently thanked the emerald whelp for this great honour and headed outside for a long walk under the full moon, accompanied only by the sound of crickets…
(( Note: This can turn into open RP as Rudrah or messengers of the Emerald Dream come to warn/wake druids ))