Post by velice on Nov 25, 2007 21:51:45 GMT -5
( I will continue adding to this, much like Kotaiso adds to his, so please do not respond with a RP post to this. Eventually, I plan to have her whole history unfold within these posts. Also, I'm getting Velice's daily journal back up, it can be viewed at (no www's) Velice.mindsay.com )
The Guild Hall was unusually quiet. However, the "quiet" was exactly what Velice had expected and longed for.
Velice loved the early morning, and was usually up and about minutes before the sun rose. The morning, it seemed, was her time. Her time to take care and pamper herself, and not worry about what others wanted- especially considering that they were all asleep.Her time to write and think and eat and dote on thoughts of Kotaiso. Her time to go for nature walks and enjoy the small things in life. Her time to make herself happy. Velice didn't mind the chores that she did in the daytime; Cooking, cleaning, polishing, organizing, keeping men out of fights, and making whatever she could for her comrades; In fact, she enjoyed the activities usually placed upon the woman of her time. While her comrades were out fighting the Horde, and the Burning Legion, she felt like running the guild hall was the least she could do. It was her contribution- seemly, the only thing she could give- to the guild, as she would most certainly be of little, to no, help on the battle field. She had tried to be brave. Really, she did. Unfortunately, she was too weak to ever partake in such events. Physically, and mentally.
Velice snuggled on the couch with a large blanket, the fabric over her head like a hood, and the rest wrapping around and encasing her body like a cocoon. Somehow, both of her arms were popped out of the sides, free for movement, and yet ready for warmth when they needed it. Putting down her cup of tea on the short wooden table next to her, Velice sat in quiet contemplation. Her memories fluttered and pulled at her. She let them in.
"Velice! It's time fer yer bath, young lady!" Shouted a motherly voice from the upstairs portion of the house. Velice rolled her eyes. She hated bath time. Rakzuel always told her horror stories of monsters hiding under the soap bubbles, and children drowning in the tub. Wanting to delay the torturous event, Velice tiptoed across the main room and quietly tried to enter the kitchen for a yummy, mid-day, snack. Being only three, however, her tiptoes were more like a waddling duck, and her yummy mid-day snack, it seemed, would certainly be out of reach.
She stopped and stood in the doorway, not sure of what she was seeing. Her brother, Rakzuel, was already in the kitchen. Her first reaction was to run over to him- he would get her a cookie! But, there was a force that kept the child where she was. A force of fear.
Before her, an imp. Speaking in a devilish tongue, it called to her brother. It hypnotized him and controlled him. It was like every nightmare Velice ever had, every villain she ever was told about through bed time readings, everything that told her she should run. She watched as the imp talked to Rakzuel, his words in riddles and rhythms unknown.
Rakzuels eyes narrowed suddenly, as a realization reached his brain. What it was, Velice did not know, but she knew the look that came with it was something bad. His eyes sprang upward to hers. They were full of hate, and malice, and fear and power.
"Velice! There you are! it's bath- AHH!" her mother screamed -
Velice shook her head, snapping out of the dream. It was years ago- Why did it haunt her? The slightest thought triggered and brought it back, she couldn't escape it.
"Rakzuel, no!" The smell of burning flesh entered Velice's nostrils, and inhaling too much smoke, the girl passed out.
When she woke, she was not with her mother, or her father, or even Rakzuel. She lay wet and tied up in the middle of a Murloc campsite. It was surely to be her doom.
Velice sat up straiter. Saying a silent prayer for the warrior who had ventured across and found her, She remembered as he slayed the murlocs and carried her to his home. However, children cost money, and she was too much of a burden for the poor adventurer. He had to give her up, and sent Velice to the only place she could associate with hell. The Orphanage.
Velice grabbed her teacup once more, letting the steam heat her face. Shutting her eyes, she forced herself to think of something different, something more...pleasant. She refused to start the day with a horrid nightmare of the past. She had to think positive.
Asen had carefully listened to Velice as she cried and sobbed at her brothers unfortunate fate, and how Sylaurn would ultimately be betrayed in the end of all things. Their conversation was top secret. No one could know. It was just as Asen was telling Velice that her brother must die, a man walked into the room. His eyes pierced her, and at first, she thought the man might attack. It was only a matter of time, however, before they were fast friends.
She smiled to herself. How she adored Kotaiso when she had first met him. How he swept her off her feet! From that day, he was her friend, her protector, and though she knew he could not return it, for he was married, her love.
Sighing to herself as she watched the last of the embers die out in the fireplace, she sipped her tea and waited for the others in the guild to awaken.
She could tell, it was going to be a long day.
The Guild Hall was unusually quiet. However, the "quiet" was exactly what Velice had expected and longed for.
Velice loved the early morning, and was usually up and about minutes before the sun rose. The morning, it seemed, was her time. Her time to take care and pamper herself, and not worry about what others wanted- especially considering that they were all asleep.Her time to write and think and eat and dote on thoughts of Kotaiso. Her time to go for nature walks and enjoy the small things in life. Her time to make herself happy. Velice didn't mind the chores that she did in the daytime; Cooking, cleaning, polishing, organizing, keeping men out of fights, and making whatever she could for her comrades; In fact, she enjoyed the activities usually placed upon the woman of her time. While her comrades were out fighting the Horde, and the Burning Legion, she felt like running the guild hall was the least she could do. It was her contribution- seemly, the only thing she could give- to the guild, as she would most certainly be of little, to no, help on the battle field. She had tried to be brave. Really, she did. Unfortunately, she was too weak to ever partake in such events. Physically, and mentally.
Velice snuggled on the couch with a large blanket, the fabric over her head like a hood, and the rest wrapping around and encasing her body like a cocoon. Somehow, both of her arms were popped out of the sides, free for movement, and yet ready for warmth when they needed it. Putting down her cup of tea on the short wooden table next to her, Velice sat in quiet contemplation. Her memories fluttered and pulled at her. She let them in.
"Velice! It's time fer yer bath, young lady!" Shouted a motherly voice from the upstairs portion of the house. Velice rolled her eyes. She hated bath time. Rakzuel always told her horror stories of monsters hiding under the soap bubbles, and children drowning in the tub. Wanting to delay the torturous event, Velice tiptoed across the main room and quietly tried to enter the kitchen for a yummy, mid-day, snack. Being only three, however, her tiptoes were more like a waddling duck, and her yummy mid-day snack, it seemed, would certainly be out of reach.
She stopped and stood in the doorway, not sure of what she was seeing. Her brother, Rakzuel, was already in the kitchen. Her first reaction was to run over to him- he would get her a cookie! But, there was a force that kept the child where she was. A force of fear.
Before her, an imp. Speaking in a devilish tongue, it called to her brother. It hypnotized him and controlled him. It was like every nightmare Velice ever had, every villain she ever was told about through bed time readings, everything that told her she should run. She watched as the imp talked to Rakzuel, his words in riddles and rhythms unknown.
Rakzuels eyes narrowed suddenly, as a realization reached his brain. What it was, Velice did not know, but she knew the look that came with it was something bad. His eyes sprang upward to hers. They were full of hate, and malice, and fear and power.
"Velice! There you are! it's bath- AHH!" her mother screamed -
Velice shook her head, snapping out of the dream. It was years ago- Why did it haunt her? The slightest thought triggered and brought it back, she couldn't escape it.
"Rakzuel, no!" The smell of burning flesh entered Velice's nostrils, and inhaling too much smoke, the girl passed out.
When she woke, she was not with her mother, or her father, or even Rakzuel. She lay wet and tied up in the middle of a Murloc campsite. It was surely to be her doom.
Velice sat up straiter. Saying a silent prayer for the warrior who had ventured across and found her, She remembered as he slayed the murlocs and carried her to his home. However, children cost money, and she was too much of a burden for the poor adventurer. He had to give her up, and sent Velice to the only place she could associate with hell. The Orphanage.
Velice grabbed her teacup once more, letting the steam heat her face. Shutting her eyes, she forced herself to think of something different, something more...pleasant. She refused to start the day with a horrid nightmare of the past. She had to think positive.
Asen had carefully listened to Velice as she cried and sobbed at her brothers unfortunate fate, and how Sylaurn would ultimately be betrayed in the end of all things. Their conversation was top secret. No one could know. It was just as Asen was telling Velice that her brother must die, a man walked into the room. His eyes pierced her, and at first, she thought the man might attack. It was only a matter of time, however, before they were fast friends.
She smiled to herself. How she adored Kotaiso when she had first met him. How he swept her off her feet! From that day, he was her friend, her protector, and though she knew he could not return it, for he was married, her love.
Sighing to herself as she watched the last of the embers die out in the fireplace, she sipped her tea and waited for the others in the guild to awaken.
She could tell, it was going to be a long day.