Post by ryborun on Jul 10, 2006 22:27:05 GMT -5
Ryborun sat on the peaceful shores of Lake Elune'era, seeking to find understanding in the events that had helped to shape him. He couldn't bring himself to slip into the Emerald Dream to seek understanding, as the peace of Ysera seemed to be fracturing, a dark presence invading the lush green realm. Lying back, staring at Mu'sha (whom the elves called Elune), the left eye of the Earthmother as she chases her brother An'she across the sky, he allowed his mind to wander........
.......to a time of simple joys, the peaceful days of youth. He sees a young tauren, full of joy at the simple pleasures that the Earthmother provided, running over the plains of Mulgore with his clan brother and sisters of the Swiftwind tribe. Even at a young age, Ryborun showed a natural affinity to speak with the winds, and learn wisdom from them. Many assumed that he would follow the path of the shaman, as did he. The old shaman Sordokar had agreed to accept him as an apprentice, and Ryborun was almost of an age to begin his training.....
........fires ravaged the grassy plains of his home, as the dwarven invaders, greedily seeking the metals and minerals they so coveted, rampaged through the village, killing all who stood against them, as well as those who offered no resistance. A sword held clumsily in his hand, Ryborun attempted to defend himself from a dwarf whose eyes shown with the fanatical gleam of a holy light in his eyes. The dwarf, raising his axe above his head and howling in his barbaric tonque, brought the axe down in a blow that should have killed the young tauren. Collapsing in a heap, the young tauren did not die, but laid there, unable to do anything as the sounds of the dying were forever etched into the recesses of his soul. Later, when the dwarves had finished their business, and left the village, a savage beast, once a young tauren, fled the town for the relative safety of darkness, the tears of the Earthmother falling on the remains of youth and happiness, as well as a smoldering village.....
(I'll add more over the next few days, can't stay awake any longer now!)
.......to a time of simple joys, the peaceful days of youth. He sees a young tauren, full of joy at the simple pleasures that the Earthmother provided, running over the plains of Mulgore with his clan brother and sisters of the Swiftwind tribe. Even at a young age, Ryborun showed a natural affinity to speak with the winds, and learn wisdom from them. Many assumed that he would follow the path of the shaman, as did he. The old shaman Sordokar had agreed to accept him as an apprentice, and Ryborun was almost of an age to begin his training.....
........fires ravaged the grassy plains of his home, as the dwarven invaders, greedily seeking the metals and minerals they so coveted, rampaged through the village, killing all who stood against them, as well as those who offered no resistance. A sword held clumsily in his hand, Ryborun attempted to defend himself from a dwarf whose eyes shown with the fanatical gleam of a holy light in his eyes. The dwarf, raising his axe above his head and howling in his barbaric tonque, brought the axe down in a blow that should have killed the young tauren. Collapsing in a heap, the young tauren did not die, but laid there, unable to do anything as the sounds of the dying were forever etched into the recesses of his soul. Later, when the dwarves had finished their business, and left the village, a savage beast, once a young tauren, fled the town for the relative safety of darkness, the tears of the Earthmother falling on the remains of youth and happiness, as well as a smoldering village.....
(I'll add more over the next few days, can't stay awake any longer now!)