Post by Kaylaneh on Mar 19, 2011 15:23:12 GMT 1
(( This is a short story explaining what Celegil's up to at the moment now that I'm not on WoW. You could see it as a bit of an epilogue to our earlier plot which finished in january.
I gave the inhabitants of Starfall Village a bit of a 'farmer accent'. They ofcourse speak Darnassian, but the way they do for our English ears is like a farmer due to the rather remote location of the village. There's no lore source stating the accent, but I thought this would add a bit of local flair.
)
In a small typical Kaldorei dwelling, situated in the uninhabited reaches of Winterspring, a great wooden table stood in the corner of the one room house. It was covered with various herbs from all over Kalimdor along with writing tools and a half filled book. At the table, Celegil sat writing with ink and quill, drawing an elaborate picture of what seemed to be peacebloom. She glanced through the typical blue colored window and saw Salvano and Kailahan. They were growing quickly, now firmly in their child years. A smile formed on her face.
It had been months since she finally put down her duties as a Sentinel. The first weeks were plagued by nightmares as she remembered the events in Vashj’ir vividly. She realized that the Way was madness and folly, only leading to unnecessary bloodshed, violence and death. Such imbeciles she thought, part to blame for spreading the words of the mad Elder Aldrannath. Also Caliyen’s death could have been avoided. She felt that if she hadn’t lead her to join the Way, she could have still been alive. Despite that, there was some solace that Caliyen was now with the rest of her dead family. It was still such a waste.
Those days were long gone now. Celegil rose from her chair and stroked her robe down, moving to stand in front of a mirror. The years were starting to count as she moved her right hand over the skin next to her eyes. Surely she was no elderly woman, nor even middle-aged. Despite this the years of untarnished maidenhood lay firmly behind her. Glancing down, she took notice of her growing ‘lump’. Three months ago, Celegil and Salabadon discovered that she was pregnant. This discovery immediately made her quit the Sentinels and as such, Celegil had mostly been at home or gathering groceries in Starfall Village since then.
Today was no different. A few hours later, she had arrived in the village to purchase some ink. Kailahan and Salvano were not with her since they had grown old enough to stay near the house without supervision. The small village was in a bustle since the recent Cataclysm made many folk from Mount Hyjal move down to Winterspring where it was relatively safe. There were also relatively many children among the refugees. It was clear that the recent rapid changes in the world had made their mark upon the Kaldorei people. Having lost immortality, but gained better fertility, the planting of Teldrassil corrupted, then blessed, the recent Cataclysm..
In the main hall of the village, many craftsmen were displaying their wares. Also old woodmaster Pelon was there, displaying his array of woodworking and painting tools. He was a very dedicated man as his wife and him traded these tools for their entire life, even after Pelon got blind in both eyes from shattering splinters.
‘Good afternoon, master Pelon’.
Pelon looked to Celegil, though looked would be too big a word. He merely turned his face to the direction the voice came from. He replied in a cracked old voice, typical to a man of his age.
‘Ah, came again for more ink m’lady Moonwatcher? Blessings of Elune upon you. How may I help you this day?’
‘Do I come this often master? Surely you must be mistaken my voice for someone else?’
Pelon chuckled. ‘Ah m’lady, ‘tis no trouble. I am glad to serve you. More glad than all these strange voices I hear about. What’s this village coming to?’
Celegil glanced around her, Pelon was right. There were many Kaldorei, some even non-Kaldorei, walking about the village. Most of them were indeed not from around here. ‘I’m sure it’s only for a little while master, the second Sundering hit us hard. But I think we will endure, as always.’
‘Ah, you are probably right m’lady. Don’t listen to an old man’s rambling. But tell me Celegil, do you still follow..the crazy stagmen?’
‘Urgh’. Celegil cleared her throat: ‘I haven’t been from Winterspring in months, master Pelon. And even if I could, I do not intend to give that Elder a friendly look again.’
Master Pelon nodded firmly to Celegil, closing his dim lit eyes: ‘Good you do not child, I have heard dark rumors of them losing their minds. My wife keeps an eye out in the lower regions for news when she travels to retrieve supplies from the coast. She heard dark things she did..haven’t you love?’
Master Pelon turned his head left and right, calling for his wife Lonai. Eventually she appeared, an elderly lady with white hair and wrinkles in her face. Celegil sighed lightly as she walked from behind a pile of crates. She spoke with a rather cracked voice and a very heavy accent.
‘I’m here you ungrateful sprite! Can’t I just sort the oak for one second, and I already have a headache from all these folk!’
‘Forgive me my apple-pie, but I was just speaking to m’lady Celegil here about the evil stagmen you rambled about last week.’
Lonai turned to Celegil and smiled: ‘Awwrh, blessings upon ye children Celegil. Give me’r greetings to good Sal will you? I’m so happy for the two of yer.’
Celegil smiled: ‘Thank you lady Lonai. We both feel quite blessed for me to recieve this the second time.’
Lonai smirked and clapped her hands together: ‘Aye you are. Anyway, what my sprite of a husband was jabbering about was the rumors I heard back down the mountain. Seems some girl was seen all sad and gloomy near Nighthaven, along with some o’ them stagmen carrying axes. No blood though, from what I heard. Terrible terrible! I’m glad ye got rid of them nasties!’
Celegil glanced left and right, rather uneasy: ‘I see, that is troubling indeed. My gut tells me it was good of me to leave them indefinitely then. But there was also the fact of my children and of course the pregnancy.’
Master Pelon nodded, rubbing his hands over the wood on the counter: ‘We folk watch out for each other. If me or my wife ever see one of them in our fair village we’ll give you a warning that their coming. Yer small family shouldn’t be endangered by them.’
Lonai laughed: ‘If –I- see something ye mean, ye can’t even see Nordrassil.’
‘Thank you for pointing that out..my..lovable..wife.’
Celegil smiled lightly: ‘Thank you, but I am sure they won’t come here for me. What has happened has happened and my involvement was in a different time, they are aware of that.’
‘Good choice m’lady.’ Pelon said with a smile on his face.
Lonai smiled at Celegil: ‘Indeed young lady. Yer still not reconsidering to guard our fair lands when ye little one has come?’
‘I left the Sentinels so I could be more with my children. Now that I have a new one coming…I fear my time as a Sentinel is just over Lonai.’
Lonai looked slightly disappointed: ‘Ah..I understand m’lady, I don’t say ye didn’t deserve yer rest for a few decades. But..if ye do come back, we’d love ter have you watch this village.’
Celegil smiled at Lonai. She was right. She couldn’t stay put in her house forever, writing herbalist books and reading.
‘Perhaps Lonai, perhaps later.’
I gave the inhabitants of Starfall Village a bit of a 'farmer accent'. They ofcourse speak Darnassian, but the way they do for our English ears is like a farmer due to the rather remote location of the village. There's no lore source stating the accent, but I thought this would add a bit of local flair.
)In a small typical Kaldorei dwelling, situated in the uninhabited reaches of Winterspring, a great wooden table stood in the corner of the one room house. It was covered with various herbs from all over Kalimdor along with writing tools and a half filled book. At the table, Celegil sat writing with ink and quill, drawing an elaborate picture of what seemed to be peacebloom. She glanced through the typical blue colored window and saw Salvano and Kailahan. They were growing quickly, now firmly in their child years. A smile formed on her face.
It had been months since she finally put down her duties as a Sentinel. The first weeks were plagued by nightmares as she remembered the events in Vashj’ir vividly. She realized that the Way was madness and folly, only leading to unnecessary bloodshed, violence and death. Such imbeciles she thought, part to blame for spreading the words of the mad Elder Aldrannath. Also Caliyen’s death could have been avoided. She felt that if she hadn’t lead her to join the Way, she could have still been alive. Despite that, there was some solace that Caliyen was now with the rest of her dead family. It was still such a waste.
Those days were long gone now. Celegil rose from her chair and stroked her robe down, moving to stand in front of a mirror. The years were starting to count as she moved her right hand over the skin next to her eyes. Surely she was no elderly woman, nor even middle-aged. Despite this the years of untarnished maidenhood lay firmly behind her. Glancing down, she took notice of her growing ‘lump’. Three months ago, Celegil and Salabadon discovered that she was pregnant. This discovery immediately made her quit the Sentinels and as such, Celegil had mostly been at home or gathering groceries in Starfall Village since then.
Today was no different. A few hours later, she had arrived in the village to purchase some ink. Kailahan and Salvano were not with her since they had grown old enough to stay near the house without supervision. The small village was in a bustle since the recent Cataclysm made many folk from Mount Hyjal move down to Winterspring where it was relatively safe. There were also relatively many children among the refugees. It was clear that the recent rapid changes in the world had made their mark upon the Kaldorei people. Having lost immortality, but gained better fertility, the planting of Teldrassil corrupted, then blessed, the recent Cataclysm..
In the main hall of the village, many craftsmen were displaying their wares. Also old woodmaster Pelon was there, displaying his array of woodworking and painting tools. He was a very dedicated man as his wife and him traded these tools for their entire life, even after Pelon got blind in both eyes from shattering splinters.
‘Good afternoon, master Pelon’.
Pelon looked to Celegil, though looked would be too big a word. He merely turned his face to the direction the voice came from. He replied in a cracked old voice, typical to a man of his age.
‘Ah, came again for more ink m’lady Moonwatcher? Blessings of Elune upon you. How may I help you this day?’
‘Do I come this often master? Surely you must be mistaken my voice for someone else?’
Pelon chuckled. ‘Ah m’lady, ‘tis no trouble. I am glad to serve you. More glad than all these strange voices I hear about. What’s this village coming to?’
Celegil glanced around her, Pelon was right. There were many Kaldorei, some even non-Kaldorei, walking about the village. Most of them were indeed not from around here. ‘I’m sure it’s only for a little while master, the second Sundering hit us hard. But I think we will endure, as always.’
‘Ah, you are probably right m’lady. Don’t listen to an old man’s rambling. But tell me Celegil, do you still follow..the crazy stagmen?’
‘Urgh’. Celegil cleared her throat: ‘I haven’t been from Winterspring in months, master Pelon. And even if I could, I do not intend to give that Elder a friendly look again.’
Master Pelon nodded firmly to Celegil, closing his dim lit eyes: ‘Good you do not child, I have heard dark rumors of them losing their minds. My wife keeps an eye out in the lower regions for news when she travels to retrieve supplies from the coast. She heard dark things she did..haven’t you love?’
Master Pelon turned his head left and right, calling for his wife Lonai. Eventually she appeared, an elderly lady with white hair and wrinkles in her face. Celegil sighed lightly as she walked from behind a pile of crates. She spoke with a rather cracked voice and a very heavy accent.
‘I’m here you ungrateful sprite! Can’t I just sort the oak for one second, and I already have a headache from all these folk!’
‘Forgive me my apple-pie, but I was just speaking to m’lady Celegil here about the evil stagmen you rambled about last week.’
Lonai turned to Celegil and smiled: ‘Awwrh, blessings upon ye children Celegil. Give me’r greetings to good Sal will you? I’m so happy for the two of yer.’
Celegil smiled: ‘Thank you lady Lonai. We both feel quite blessed for me to recieve this the second time.’
Lonai smirked and clapped her hands together: ‘Aye you are. Anyway, what my sprite of a husband was jabbering about was the rumors I heard back down the mountain. Seems some girl was seen all sad and gloomy near Nighthaven, along with some o’ them stagmen carrying axes. No blood though, from what I heard. Terrible terrible! I’m glad ye got rid of them nasties!’
Celegil glanced left and right, rather uneasy: ‘I see, that is troubling indeed. My gut tells me it was good of me to leave them indefinitely then. But there was also the fact of my children and of course the pregnancy.’
Master Pelon nodded, rubbing his hands over the wood on the counter: ‘We folk watch out for each other. If me or my wife ever see one of them in our fair village we’ll give you a warning that their coming. Yer small family shouldn’t be endangered by them.’
Lonai laughed: ‘If –I- see something ye mean, ye can’t even see Nordrassil.’
‘Thank you for pointing that out..my..lovable..wife.’
Celegil smiled lightly: ‘Thank you, but I am sure they won’t come here for me. What has happened has happened and my involvement was in a different time, they are aware of that.’
‘Good choice m’lady.’ Pelon said with a smile on his face.
Lonai smiled at Celegil: ‘Indeed young lady. Yer still not reconsidering to guard our fair lands when ye little one has come?’
‘I left the Sentinels so I could be more with my children. Now that I have a new one coming…I fear my time as a Sentinel is just over Lonai.’
Lonai looked slightly disappointed: ‘Ah..I understand m’lady, I don’t say ye didn’t deserve yer rest for a few decades. But..if ye do come back, we’d love ter have you watch this village.’
Celegil smiled at Lonai. She was right. She couldn’t stay put in her house forever, writing herbalist books and reading.
‘Perhaps Lonai, perhaps later.’