10-27-2010, 10:17 AM
Follower of Sanguine
Contains coarse langauge.
Coriv's LifeSpoiler:
Chapter I:
- Introduction
Chapter II:
- Hidden
Chapter III:
- The Caravan
Chapter IV:
- The Red Axes
Chapter V:
- Parchment of Freedom
Chapter VI:
- Resolve
- Introduction
Chapter II:
- Hidden
Chapter III:
- The Caravan
Chapter IV:
- The Red Axes
Chapter V:
- Parchment of Freedom
Chapter VI:
- Resolve
A Week in Stormwind
Spoiler:
Introduction
Chapter I
The blood was everywhere, dripping from my blade and on the ground. "Rest in peace" was my following words, and I ran away as fast as I could. The orange sunlight gave the blood dripping from my blade a new saturation and I could reflect myself in his punctured stomach. I was standing there, starring at the corpse before waking up from my daydreaming. So many thoughts in my head at once, but when I heard yells behind me I rushed away, not looking back. I slipped into the shadows, like an insect hiding in their hive. My guilt; my deed...
"Excellent, Cheetah, excellent. You are learning more and more, from day to day" Sanguine said proudly patting the still young Coriv on his shoulder as the shadows were getting longer and Sanguine's face was hid in shadow They were under the ground, in a cave hidden by moss and grass. The walls were covered in moss, hiding the dark stone that it was originally build off. The torch that Sanguine was carrying revealed the inside of the cave they were in and also Sanguine's face was revealed by the glow. His gray beard, wrinkled skin, narrowed eyes and a satisfied smirk was visible under his black hood..
"The one you just silenced was a corrupt noble of the Alliance, one of the men behind all of this. It was a neccesary death - it may be the death of merely 1 man, but it's going to make a remarkable difference in the long run." he said, standing proudly looking at Coriv. Coriv was sitting on the floor, lothering up against the wall, resting his right wrist on his right knee, while his other foot was stretched out, crossing the floor. Even though Coriv tried to look confident, his hands were shaking slightly, sweat dropping from his forehead gliding down his newly shaved face. His underlip started bleeding slightly, due to his teeth slowly piercing through it.
Sanguine looked down at Coriv and shaked his head slightly at him, noticing his nervousity. He inhaled deeply and sighed, before speaking.
"Don't feel sorry for him, 'Cheetah'. As I have always told you: "Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what's right". What we are doing may be against the law, but we are servants of justice, of liberty - you see Cheetah, we are alike the paladins in many ways, but we are the ones who have not been brainwashed by their corruption. We fight for liberty, to make it a better place for the people. We are just misunderstood, Cheetah. While the paladins may be out fighting the Scourge, the poor and sick are sitting in the streets without shelter or food. It's not the paladins, or the soldiers fault; it's corruption of power's fault. Like the old saying: "Most men can stand adversity, but if you truly want to test a man's strength - give him power." the old Sanguine said, crouching down and putting his hand on Coriv's shoulder, trying to establish eye contact with him. Coriv looked down in the floor, and slowly eyeying Sanguine up to make eye-contact with him. Sanguine was gently smiling at Coriv, trying to make him calm down a bit.
Sanguine was and old man, and Coriv was aware of that - he had to continue his masters work, his art, everything he fought for, because one day - Sanguine would be no more. Mysterious, manipulative, strong, agile, good-hearted and keen minded was what Coriv had to achieve, to follow his masters footsteps. As Sanguine was done speaking, he gently patted Coriv on the shoulder and stood up. He walked into a small cell - actually the only one which was down in that cave and lied down on a blanket, which seemed to be freshly new making it's threads almost glow up the small cell. Coriv smiled, realising that his master was right and lowering his head a bit to not make his head bump into the ceiling. He walked into the cell and lied down on the bed, standing across the room from Sanguine's blanket. Being able to see his own breath, he thought that sleeping without clothes on was a -very- bad idea.
I can't sleep, all these thoughts are flying through my mind. I killed a man today, in a dark alley in Lakeshire. I saw the women screaming and the children crying as I ran off into the shadows, slipping through the alleys. Sanguine told me that he did not die by my hand, but the hand of justice's. "The man was corrupt, tricking the people and greedy. You see, Cheetah, power corrupts people and this man had too much power to handle." was Sanguine's words.