Post by Kaylaneh on Jun 25, 2011 16:08:32 GMT 1
Elune gives and takes, as she pleases. It is her right and her will is ours to follow. There is no other way. – Oath to Elune, fifth verse.
Icecrown, one year ago
The Argent Crusade was close to its final goal, the annihilation of Arthas. The king who corrupted his entire kingdom to Scourge madness. Now, at his gates, the champions of Light stood ready to end his evil reign once and for all.
At the foothills of the icy citadel lay the Crusaders base camp. It was littered with small tents in which the Crusaders spend their nights, resting and laughing in an attempt to forget the horrors they experienced everyday against Arthas’ minions. One of the more elaborate tents in the camp belonged to Lord Aenold Cloredale, a rich noble man whose family made money with the rebuilding of Stormwind. He had joined the Argent Dawn during its early days as Aenold was the more adventurous member of the family.
As it was still early in the morning (though one can hardly tell in Icecrown), Aenold still lay in his tent sleeping. By his side was an odd sight for Human standards. It was the Kaldorei Kaylaneh Nightwind who he had met nearly eight years ago in Winterspring when Aenold was send to Winterspring to find more Kaldorei to join the cause.
Kaylaneh woke up first and made a move to rise from the bed but was quickly grabbed by her bare blue waist and bottom as Aenold pulled her back down again onto the bed.
‘Come now, don’t go away that fast, it’s still early.’
Kaylaneh smiled and gently lay against Aenold’s chest. They both kissed deeply.
‘Ah by the Light. I will marry you after all this is done Kayla. I swear this upon the Light’.
‘Really now? You said this yesterday as well, and the day before..oh and the day before that as well.’
Outside, Lord Aenold’s squire Tomas was busy cleaning Kaylaneh’s silver armour. Tomas was a rather fat boy who used to be a boot cleaner. Some years ago, Aenold had recruited him into his household after he was impressed by Tomas’ cleaning skills. He looked up as a small patrol of Crusaders came back from their incursion into Icecrown Citadel. Some of them were gravely wounded as they were brought in on stretchers. Suddenly, Tomas was grabbed by his shoulder as a low voice spoke to him:
‘Oy, ye the Lady’s cleaner ‘ey? Grab her from tha’ tent. Got some limbs to amputate.’
‘Yes, ofcourse sir. Please be patient, they are still sleeping.’
‘Do I look patient to ye fattie? Ge’ ‘er, ye might earn the damn food for once.’
The man, a tall bald one with an eyepatch, then moved on to the tent with the wounded. Tomas sighed and made for Kaylaneh.
When Tomas arrived he could hear faint muffled sounds coming from his Lord’s tent and slowly moved to peek inside. As he watched, Tomas could see that Aenold and Kaylaneh were having some ‘unmentionable fun’. After the sound (and the movement of the bed for that matter) calmed down, Tomas stepped inside.
‘Me lady, they be needin’ ye outside. ‘Ome wounded.’
Kaylaneh looked up at Tomas from under the bedsheets and nodded.
‘I will be right there, Tomas.’
‘There goes our quiet morning together. Though you are hardly quiet.’
Aenold grinned as Kaylaneh quickly stepped into some thick fur trousers and shirt.
‘Well it is hard to stay quiet when you go berserk. But enough of that. My duty calls, I’ll see you in the evening again.’
Throughout the day Kaylaneh worked on the wounded as they arrived from the Citadel. From the news she could hear, the Crusaders were making progress but the cost was tremendous. Though her powers as a Priestess had waned over the past years, she could still heal minor wounds and apply first aid to the more seriously wounded, as well as performing less pleasant tasks like amputations.
When Kaylaneh’s shift was about to end another convoy of wounded came in from the Citadel. This time, she noticed the banner of Aenold’s company and grimaced.
‘Please Goddess, I beg you..’ Kaylaneh quietly whispered.
As Kaylaneh started to work on the wounded, Tomas came rushing into the medic’s tent and waved at her frantically. When she reached Tomas, he bursted into tears.
‘M’lady..I’m sorry..I’m sorry..’
‘Sorry for what Tomas?’ Kaylaneh asked as she had to support the fat boy from falling.
‘The..other tent..’.
Kaylaneh let go of Tomas and slowly stepped into the other tent. There she could see Aenold’s lifeless remains, his right leg ripped off, his left eye missing.
Nothing should stop us from performing our duty. The Goddess blessed us with her powers, now we live our life to repay her. – Oath to Elune, third verse.
Stormwind, 8 months ago
Kaylaneh, dressed in a long dark green robe with hood along with Tomas, stood at the grave of Aenold at cemetery in Stormwind. A week ago they were finally able to arrive in Stormwind along with the body of Aenold. As Kaylaneh gently placed a Peacebloom on Aenold’s gravestone, Tomas quietly spoke to Kaylaneh.
‘What will ye do now m’lady?’
Kaylaneh sighed as she rose up from the gravestone and looked at Tomas.
‘I do not know..’
‘Shall we go te’ the House? Can make ye some tea if ye wish.’
‘Yes..I think that is for the best now.’
After Kaylaneh had paid her respects, she and Tomas both walked to Aenold’s old house: A splendorous mansion with big windows and fully blossomed red roses. As Tomas moved to the door and searched for his keys to open it, Aenold’s sister Lyrikae suddenly stepped outside.
‘Well well..what do we have here?’
Tomas looked up, blinking and placing a step backwards.
‘Apologies m’Lady, I only wanted to make Lady Kaylaneh some tea.’
Lyrikae shifted her eyes to Kaylaneh and peered with hatred at her.
‘Lady? She’s nothing but a very expensive whore.’
Kaylaneh looked at Lyrikae in shock but could not find the energy to utter any words. Instead, she closed her eyes and hid her face down inside her hood.
‘You have no business here, filthy Elf. This is my house now, and you are not welcome. And you fat boy, clean MY silver!’
Before Kaylaneh could even look, they were both gone and she stood on the streets alone as the skies turned to grey and rain started to soak her robe. She felt cold inside, both physically and mentally. As the day turned into night, Kaylaneh was on a ship to Kalimdor.
And when the trees grow once more, the task done and the Goddess pleased, shall her daughter return from where she came. – Oath to Elune, final verse.
Icecrown, one year ago
The Argent Crusade was close to its final goal, the annihilation of Arthas. The king who corrupted his entire kingdom to Scourge madness. Now, at his gates, the champions of Light stood ready to end his evil reign once and for all.
At the foothills of the icy citadel lay the Crusaders base camp. It was littered with small tents in which the Crusaders spend their nights, resting and laughing in an attempt to forget the horrors they experienced everyday against Arthas’ minions. One of the more elaborate tents in the camp belonged to Lord Aenold Cloredale, a rich noble man whose family made money with the rebuilding of Stormwind. He had joined the Argent Dawn during its early days as Aenold was the more adventurous member of the family.
As it was still early in the morning (though one can hardly tell in Icecrown), Aenold still lay in his tent sleeping. By his side was an odd sight for Human standards. It was the Kaldorei Kaylaneh Nightwind who he had met nearly eight years ago in Winterspring when Aenold was send to Winterspring to find more Kaldorei to join the cause.
Kaylaneh woke up first and made a move to rise from the bed but was quickly grabbed by her bare blue waist and bottom as Aenold pulled her back down again onto the bed.
‘Come now, don’t go away that fast, it’s still early.’
Kaylaneh smiled and gently lay against Aenold’s chest. They both kissed deeply.
‘Ah by the Light. I will marry you after all this is done Kayla. I swear this upon the Light’.
‘Really now? You said this yesterday as well, and the day before..oh and the day before that as well.’
Outside, Lord Aenold’s squire Tomas was busy cleaning Kaylaneh’s silver armour. Tomas was a rather fat boy who used to be a boot cleaner. Some years ago, Aenold had recruited him into his household after he was impressed by Tomas’ cleaning skills. He looked up as a small patrol of Crusaders came back from their incursion into Icecrown Citadel. Some of them were gravely wounded as they were brought in on stretchers. Suddenly, Tomas was grabbed by his shoulder as a low voice spoke to him:
‘Oy, ye the Lady’s cleaner ‘ey? Grab her from tha’ tent. Got some limbs to amputate.’
‘Yes, ofcourse sir. Please be patient, they are still sleeping.’
‘Do I look patient to ye fattie? Ge’ ‘er, ye might earn the damn food for once.’
The man, a tall bald one with an eyepatch, then moved on to the tent with the wounded. Tomas sighed and made for Kaylaneh.
When Tomas arrived he could hear faint muffled sounds coming from his Lord’s tent and slowly moved to peek inside. As he watched, Tomas could see that Aenold and Kaylaneh were having some ‘unmentionable fun’. After the sound (and the movement of the bed for that matter) calmed down, Tomas stepped inside.
‘Me lady, they be needin’ ye outside. ‘Ome wounded.’
Kaylaneh looked up at Tomas from under the bedsheets and nodded.
‘I will be right there, Tomas.’
‘There goes our quiet morning together. Though you are hardly quiet.’
Aenold grinned as Kaylaneh quickly stepped into some thick fur trousers and shirt.
‘Well it is hard to stay quiet when you go berserk. But enough of that. My duty calls, I’ll see you in the evening again.’
Throughout the day Kaylaneh worked on the wounded as they arrived from the Citadel. From the news she could hear, the Crusaders were making progress but the cost was tremendous. Though her powers as a Priestess had waned over the past years, she could still heal minor wounds and apply first aid to the more seriously wounded, as well as performing less pleasant tasks like amputations.
When Kaylaneh’s shift was about to end another convoy of wounded came in from the Citadel. This time, she noticed the banner of Aenold’s company and grimaced.
‘Please Goddess, I beg you..’ Kaylaneh quietly whispered.
As Kaylaneh started to work on the wounded, Tomas came rushing into the medic’s tent and waved at her frantically. When she reached Tomas, he bursted into tears.
‘M’lady..I’m sorry..I’m sorry..’
‘Sorry for what Tomas?’ Kaylaneh asked as she had to support the fat boy from falling.
‘The..other tent..’.
Kaylaneh let go of Tomas and slowly stepped into the other tent. There she could see Aenold’s lifeless remains, his right leg ripped off, his left eye missing.
Nothing should stop us from performing our duty. The Goddess blessed us with her powers, now we live our life to repay her. – Oath to Elune, third verse.
Stormwind, 8 months ago
Kaylaneh, dressed in a long dark green robe with hood along with Tomas, stood at the grave of Aenold at cemetery in Stormwind. A week ago they were finally able to arrive in Stormwind along with the body of Aenold. As Kaylaneh gently placed a Peacebloom on Aenold’s gravestone, Tomas quietly spoke to Kaylaneh.
‘What will ye do now m’lady?’
Kaylaneh sighed as she rose up from the gravestone and looked at Tomas.
‘I do not know..’
‘Shall we go te’ the House? Can make ye some tea if ye wish.’
‘Yes..I think that is for the best now.’
After Kaylaneh had paid her respects, she and Tomas both walked to Aenold’s old house: A splendorous mansion with big windows and fully blossomed red roses. As Tomas moved to the door and searched for his keys to open it, Aenold’s sister Lyrikae suddenly stepped outside.
‘Well well..what do we have here?’
Tomas looked up, blinking and placing a step backwards.
‘Apologies m’Lady, I only wanted to make Lady Kaylaneh some tea.’
Lyrikae shifted her eyes to Kaylaneh and peered with hatred at her.
‘Lady? She’s nothing but a very expensive whore.’
Kaylaneh looked at Lyrikae in shock but could not find the energy to utter any words. Instead, she closed her eyes and hid her face down inside her hood.
‘You have no business here, filthy Elf. This is my house now, and you are not welcome. And you fat boy, clean MY silver!’
Before Kaylaneh could even look, they were both gone and she stood on the streets alone as the skies turned to grey and rain started to soak her robe. She felt cold inside, both physically and mentally. As the day turned into night, Kaylaneh was on a ship to Kalimdor.
And when the trees grow once more, the task done and the Goddess pleased, shall her daughter return from where she came. – Oath to Elune, final verse.