Post by Marchelute Bloodbane on May 3, 2008 21:06:17 GMT -5
A small notebook sits unattended in the dark corner, its black cover marred and worn, its pages tattered and stained. It has fallen from a shelf, and lays open on the desk before you. It carries a chilling, yet familiar aura. The paper is damaged from years of abuse, and in places the writing is faded, blurred or obscured by inkblots and stains. Pages of the journal are missing. But still, the jagged scribbles of text seem to call out to you, taunting you to read the secrets and thoughts they hold. You know you shouldn’t; many of the journal’s pages are stained with blood. But morbid curiosity almost always wins out in the long run.
You flip through some pages, and begin to read...
Undercity is a dark and filthy place, alive with the dead and thick with the smell of decay.
I like it here. It suits me well. Far better than Silvermoon City, too bright, too clean.
None of that for me, no. I adore the darkness, I bask in it, absorb it, become one with it.
That is why they shun me back home.
Home.
Nay, ‘home’ is too strong a word for that spotless, bright and empty place. I hate it there, where too many still believe Kael’thas will save them. Such blind faith is foolish and pointless. They will only be disappointed. But why bother trying to lecture them? They wont listen.
They fear me, they hate me. I know they do. I can smell it on them. Citizens and knights and magi, all of them. Everyone. They fear me, fear my kinship with the dark and the cold, fear the blood on my hands, and the blood on the fangs of my slaves. They fear me, my methods, my will, my dark desires, my lust for death...
Wretched, they called me. Mad, they called me.
Mad, wretched, insane, psychotic...
And maybe I am. Maybe I am all of those things.
Maybe I am not. Maybe I am more...
But they call me no such thing here, in Undercity. The Forsaken give me strange looks from time to time, as though I do not belong in the dark corridors, but it means nothing to me. This place is my home now, among the walking dead. They are allies of the Sin’dorei anyway, why shouldn’t I feel at home here?
Here, in the darkness, where I can avoid the burning stares of the Blood Knights, and the Farstriders, and all the rest of those wretched people.
I much prefer the company of the dead.
In this place, when they hear my captives screaming, they don’t call me a murderer or psychopath. I can be left in peace to experiment and study at my leisure. And they have no qualms with my choice of company, so my sweet succubus Brylia is free to move about – assuming I keep her on a relatively short leash. But she tends not to wander far, no sense in worrying. She can take care of herself, and if not, I need only find and subjugate a new demon.
My only regret for leaving Silvermoon City is that my fair Kaianna does not frequent this dark place. But this dark, ugly city is not fitting for her beauty. For her, I still frequent my former home. For her, I leave my shadowy hole and venture back into the daylight. I feel a heaviness in my chest when I think of her. This feeling is new and strange, as though my heart will burst if I do not see her. The beauty of her eyes, the smell of her skin, the way her hair dances with the wind...
I’m going to her home again today.
I must see her; it’s been too long.
~ Marchelute Bloodbane
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((a minor OOC note: The character Kaianna, played by a close friend of mine, is not a member of the guild. However, because we RP together frequently and have formed a relationship between our characters, expect her name to be frequently mentioned in furture journal postings. ))
You flip through some pages, and begin to read...
Undercity is a dark and filthy place, alive with the dead and thick with the smell of decay.
I like it here. It suits me well. Far better than Silvermoon City, too bright, too clean.
None of that for me, no. I adore the darkness, I bask in it, absorb it, become one with it.
That is why they shun me back home.
Home.
Nay, ‘home’ is too strong a word for that spotless, bright and empty place. I hate it there, where too many still believe Kael’thas will save them. Such blind faith is foolish and pointless. They will only be disappointed. But why bother trying to lecture them? They wont listen.
They fear me, they hate me. I know they do. I can smell it on them. Citizens and knights and magi, all of them. Everyone. They fear me, fear my kinship with the dark and the cold, fear the blood on my hands, and the blood on the fangs of my slaves. They fear me, my methods, my will, my dark desires, my lust for death...
Wretched, they called me. Mad, they called me.
Mad, wretched, insane, psychotic...
And maybe I am. Maybe I am all of those things.
Maybe I am not. Maybe I am more...
But they call me no such thing here, in Undercity. The Forsaken give me strange looks from time to time, as though I do not belong in the dark corridors, but it means nothing to me. This place is my home now, among the walking dead. They are allies of the Sin’dorei anyway, why shouldn’t I feel at home here?
Here, in the darkness, where I can avoid the burning stares of the Blood Knights, and the Farstriders, and all the rest of those wretched people.
I much prefer the company of the dead.
In this place, when they hear my captives screaming, they don’t call me a murderer or psychopath. I can be left in peace to experiment and study at my leisure. And they have no qualms with my choice of company, so my sweet succubus Brylia is free to move about – assuming I keep her on a relatively short leash. But she tends not to wander far, no sense in worrying. She can take care of herself, and if not, I need only find and subjugate a new demon.
My only regret for leaving Silvermoon City is that my fair Kaianna does not frequent this dark place. But this dark, ugly city is not fitting for her beauty. For her, I still frequent my former home. For her, I leave my shadowy hole and venture back into the daylight. I feel a heaviness in my chest when I think of her. This feeling is new and strange, as though my heart will burst if I do not see her. The beauty of her eyes, the smell of her skin, the way her hair dances with the wind...
I’m going to her home again today.
I must see her; it’s been too long.
~ Marchelute Bloodbane
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((a minor OOC note: The character Kaianna, played by a close friend of mine, is not a member of the guild. However, because we RP together frequently and have formed a relationship between our characters, expect her name to be frequently mentioned in furture journal postings. ))