Second Chances
Nov 18, 2009 17:07:17 GMT -5
Post by arienv on Nov 18, 2009 17:07:17 GMT -5
The first thing Corporal Finduilasse Ericsson was aware of was a gentle tinkling sound like the little bell he had given to his sister Urwendi when he was a lad of 8 and she little more than a toddler, three or four years old.
The paladin smiled melancholically or would have smiled when the realisation hit him - he couldnt smile, move, see or think because he was dead, or should have been.
There was a fight, many fights actually which had left their traces on the body of the the human, but he was always stronger than his opponents, ogres and orcs. Until they had grouped together and ganged up to form what was a small army and then cunningly had split up into three smaller groups that hunted him down in a deadly trap in Norwind Cleft, a small cave chamber without exit. Finduilasse remembered their faces, one more grotesque than the other, all learing and snarling unintelligible insults at him in their hideous language. Finally they silenced and turned to a green diminutive figure that handed ominous looking bundles with long fuses to each of the leaders. Goblins; traitorous as ever provided explosives for his captors, as they did for every one else. Finduilasse could do nothing but watch the explosives being set up expertly until he decided to retreat as far away of them as possible, crouching in a fetal position with his hands for protection over his head. He heard the fuses burn slowly nearer and nearer to his impending doom until .. a blinding flash, a mighty boom, then merciful darkness.
Now this sound, this childish bell and a gentle sound, a contrast that couldn't be stronger ... Both grew more intense by the minute and finally the light assembled itself into a bell shaped form with protrusions that would have counted as arms on a human being. The creature addressed the confused paladin in a voice that matched the bell soothingly: "Do not be afraid, young servant of the light. The plea of the one you love has been heard but we cannot save her ... "
Confused the paladin turned to the Naaru, for that who the being had to be: "What do you mean, noble one?" he asked. "Why am i here, wherever HERE is .. I mean, I died .."
The Naaru answered gently: "You have but taken a break, nobly earned as a loyal servant and soldier should. Forces stronger than I have decided you are needed again ... " Gravely the being turned to Finduilasse and continued to explain. "The one you call your sister pleaded for you, bought your life with her very soul. Young one, don' t be sad for it was the most noble gift she could present you with. Hold her memory in honour and pride, even though she now serves the one who wishes to destroy us and everything else."
Finduilasse gasped in horror and grief. His sweet little sister in the clutches of the lich king .. even one of his slaves. The Naaru sensed his emotions and soothed: "She didn't go willingly - they caught her with strong magic and enchantments even we cannot break. In his pride and arrogance the one we do not name granted her a last plea to the light and its creators .. " The being looked pointedly at Finduilasse and the young man slowly nodded as he finally understood, and tears began streaming down his now beardless face.
"Go, paladin," the Naaru said softly and pointed to a door that looked strangely familiar. "Learn anew, grow strong again and take the second chance you have been given."
With the bell tinkling gently in his ear Finduilasse passed the door of his old abbey and stepped out into Elwyn Forest to report for duty.
The paladin smiled melancholically or would have smiled when the realisation hit him - he couldnt smile, move, see or think because he was dead, or should have been.
There was a fight, many fights actually which had left their traces on the body of the the human, but he was always stronger than his opponents, ogres and orcs. Until they had grouped together and ganged up to form what was a small army and then cunningly had split up into three smaller groups that hunted him down in a deadly trap in Norwind Cleft, a small cave chamber without exit. Finduilasse remembered their faces, one more grotesque than the other, all learing and snarling unintelligible insults at him in their hideous language. Finally they silenced and turned to a green diminutive figure that handed ominous looking bundles with long fuses to each of the leaders. Goblins; traitorous as ever provided explosives for his captors, as they did for every one else. Finduilasse could do nothing but watch the explosives being set up expertly until he decided to retreat as far away of them as possible, crouching in a fetal position with his hands for protection over his head. He heard the fuses burn slowly nearer and nearer to his impending doom until .. a blinding flash, a mighty boom, then merciful darkness.
Now this sound, this childish bell and a gentle sound, a contrast that couldn't be stronger ... Both grew more intense by the minute and finally the light assembled itself into a bell shaped form with protrusions that would have counted as arms on a human being. The creature addressed the confused paladin in a voice that matched the bell soothingly: "Do not be afraid, young servant of the light. The plea of the one you love has been heard but we cannot save her ... "
Confused the paladin turned to the Naaru, for that who the being had to be: "What do you mean, noble one?" he asked. "Why am i here, wherever HERE is .. I mean, I died .."
The Naaru answered gently: "You have but taken a break, nobly earned as a loyal servant and soldier should. Forces stronger than I have decided you are needed again ... " Gravely the being turned to Finduilasse and continued to explain. "The one you call your sister pleaded for you, bought your life with her very soul. Young one, don' t be sad for it was the most noble gift she could present you with. Hold her memory in honour and pride, even though she now serves the one who wishes to destroy us and everything else."
Finduilasse gasped in horror and grief. His sweet little sister in the clutches of the lich king .. even one of his slaves. The Naaru sensed his emotions and soothed: "She didn't go willingly - they caught her with strong magic and enchantments even we cannot break. In his pride and arrogance the one we do not name granted her a last plea to the light and its creators .. " The being looked pointedly at Finduilasse and the young man slowly nodded as he finally understood, and tears began streaming down his now beardless face.
"Go, paladin," the Naaru said softly and pointed to a door that looked strangely familiar. "Learn anew, grow strong again and take the second chance you have been given."
With the bell tinkling gently in his ear Finduilasse passed the door of his old abbey and stepped out into Elwyn Forest to report for duty.