10-10-2010, 11:26 AM
Part One - Two Brothers
Avints let out a long and angered sigh as he let his legs hang from one of the higher ledges at the Stormwind harbour, looking out to sea. He's been recommended it by a hastily passing Draenei, claming that it would ‘Help sort out his thoughts' looking into this distance, however that Draenei had gone as quickly has he had arrived, boarding a vessel that would take him to Night Elf lands.
For the next few hours, Avints would remain mostly quiet, flicking through his weathered libram for any potential piece of advice or guidance that he surely must of missed up to now. Any searches through the glorified book came up with nothing…absolutely nothing.
Avints came to a simple conclusion; there wasn't a path forward. All who strayed from the light would lose the guidance. He slowly began to stand, when he heard a familiar tune…
14 years prior
An Avints of 10 years old rushed through the farm fields, breathing fast as he kept running, glancing around quickly, looking for the person he was looking for.
â€ÂBet you can't catch me brother!â€Â
The voice came from his left, from the inside of a barn. Avints charged into the barn, inside it was cluttered and dusty with the only source of light coming from a hole in the wall, Avints however did not notice the trip wire on the floor, and fell straight down in a crumpled heap. As he attempted to get back up, he was quickly patted on the back of the head.
“Avy' you'll never catch me if you just run into my traps all the time…â€Â
Avints stood up to look at the individual. He looked a lot older than Avints, with long hair tied back into a ponytail, blunt features and no facial hair. He would look roughly the age of sixteen, and was Gavin Bronzecrest – Avints brother and the first born of the Bronzecrest family.
“I'll catch you the day you stop cheating…â€Â
“It's not cheating…â€Â
â€ÂWe said no traps to be placed this time.â€Â
“That doesn't stop me placing them before.â€Â
Gavin at that moment began to whistle his annoying tune, a tune he would often make just to annoy Avints every now and then. A short moment later, Gavin chuckled and sprinted off, Avints chasing after him.
Present Day
Perhaps he had gone insane…
Avints kept walking around Stormwind, trying to find the source of this tune. It was similar, but it wasn't just a simple whistle, it was echoed and backed up by what sounded like of all things a Banjo. He kept searching, this search taking him outside the city. It became apparent that no on else seemed to be paying much attention to the noise, only himself.
His search would take him through the forest and into the clearing. Straight ahead he saw a human, playing a banjo and whistling the familiar tune. He wore reddish dark grey armour…felsteel…-his- felsteel.
When Avints had first took off his armour made by Shal'Serra – Also know as Sylvandre, leader of The Pride – for him, he had mainly done it to shut up Tirius, and hastily hid his armour at a part in the Azhara Crater. When he had returned, the armour was simply gone and he was stuck in spare and aged armour.
Of course, now someone else wore the armour, straight ahead.
“You…â€Â
Avints looked at the figure, which immediately stopped playing and whistle, placing the Banjo to one side.
“To you also…Avints.â€Â
The figure opened his eyes; a sharp and cold blue gazed out. It became immediately apparent that this individual was a death knight.
“How do you know my name?â€Â
“Let's call it…Family love shall we?â€Â
Avints blink, a feeling of shock began to talk over.
â€ÂF-Father?â€Â
Before Avints could react, the Death Knight rushed forward, swinging his banjo at Avints head. The Banjo broke on impact with a loud twang as Avints fell to the ground.
“No silly…fel, you are as dumb as it seems…â€Â
Avints would glare up at the figure.
“Then…care to tell me?â€Â
The death knight lets out a monotone chuckle.
“If you didn't notice from the tune…â€Â
“I'd rather not have...Gavin?â€Â
Gavin nodded back.
â€ÂCorrect little brother…not as little granted.â€Â
He began to pace back and forth.
“Not so successful being a mighty defend of the alliance like those that took you away said…you handle that elf terribly also…â€Â
A feeling of rage over came Avints, not only had his brother fell and become a Death Knight…but to ridicule him?
“I don't know where it went wrong…what's happened has happened…â€Â
“You assume too much…â€Â
“She thought all she brought was suffering…I couldn't persuade her…â€Â
“You even found a body?â€Â
“…No…â€Â
Gavin would go to kick Avints in the chest.
“Stupid brother, you assume too much…think it over…â€Â
“No…I don't want to have my hopes destroyed…â€Â
“So you sit outside the Cathedral all day…trying to confess, only plucking the courage when a gnome tries to also…but I wager that you didn't confess…either of you…out too quickly.â€Â
“I'd just rather forget all this happened…â€Â
Gavin would stand right next to Avints head.
“So to give up instead? Weak…â€Â
“Give me –my- armour back…undead.â€Â
Gavin would proceed to kick him again.
“Get your talents in the light back, and the armour is all yours…â€Â
Avints would spit on Gavin's boot.
“Easier said than done…â€Â
Gavin would quite easily pick up Avints libram, dropping a seal on his head.
“You forget things too quickly…â€Â
“I can't go there…â€Â
“Afraid or…?â€Â
“I had the light last time…I could get there…â€Â
“Well, you want the light back…your going to have to go –there-…â€Â
Gavin closes the book, dropping the libram on Avints head.
“I'll even meet you there to hand the armour over...brother…â€Â
Gavin would open up a small book of his own, writing something as he walked off. Avints would slowly get to his feet, exhaling. He looked at the seal, it was simple likely mass-produced, and as a mark of saying one had completed a pilgrimage to the tomb of the light bringer.
“So…I go there once more…â€Â
He slowly stands up.
“I'll catch you this time Brother…â€Â
Avints let out a long and angered sigh as he let his legs hang from one of the higher ledges at the Stormwind harbour, looking out to sea. He's been recommended it by a hastily passing Draenei, claming that it would ‘Help sort out his thoughts' looking into this distance, however that Draenei had gone as quickly has he had arrived, boarding a vessel that would take him to Night Elf lands.
For the next few hours, Avints would remain mostly quiet, flicking through his weathered libram for any potential piece of advice or guidance that he surely must of missed up to now. Any searches through the glorified book came up with nothing…absolutely nothing.
Avints came to a simple conclusion; there wasn't a path forward. All who strayed from the light would lose the guidance. He slowly began to stand, when he heard a familiar tune…
14 years prior
An Avints of 10 years old rushed through the farm fields, breathing fast as he kept running, glancing around quickly, looking for the person he was looking for.
â€ÂBet you can't catch me brother!â€Â
The voice came from his left, from the inside of a barn. Avints charged into the barn, inside it was cluttered and dusty with the only source of light coming from a hole in the wall, Avints however did not notice the trip wire on the floor, and fell straight down in a crumpled heap. As he attempted to get back up, he was quickly patted on the back of the head.
“Avy' you'll never catch me if you just run into my traps all the time…â€Â
Avints stood up to look at the individual. He looked a lot older than Avints, with long hair tied back into a ponytail, blunt features and no facial hair. He would look roughly the age of sixteen, and was Gavin Bronzecrest – Avints brother and the first born of the Bronzecrest family.
“I'll catch you the day you stop cheating…â€Â
“It's not cheating…â€Â
â€ÂWe said no traps to be placed this time.â€Â
“That doesn't stop me placing them before.â€Â
Gavin at that moment began to whistle his annoying tune, a tune he would often make just to annoy Avints every now and then. A short moment later, Gavin chuckled and sprinted off, Avints chasing after him.
Present Day
Perhaps he had gone insane…
Avints kept walking around Stormwind, trying to find the source of this tune. It was similar, but it wasn't just a simple whistle, it was echoed and backed up by what sounded like of all things a Banjo. He kept searching, this search taking him outside the city. It became apparent that no on else seemed to be paying much attention to the noise, only himself.
His search would take him through the forest and into the clearing. Straight ahead he saw a human, playing a banjo and whistling the familiar tune. He wore reddish dark grey armour…felsteel…-his- felsteel.
When Avints had first took off his armour made by Shal'Serra – Also know as Sylvandre, leader of The Pride – for him, he had mainly done it to shut up Tirius, and hastily hid his armour at a part in the Azhara Crater. When he had returned, the armour was simply gone and he was stuck in spare and aged armour.
Of course, now someone else wore the armour, straight ahead.
“You…â€Â
Avints looked at the figure, which immediately stopped playing and whistle, placing the Banjo to one side.
“To you also…Avints.â€Â
The figure opened his eyes; a sharp and cold blue gazed out. It became immediately apparent that this individual was a death knight.
“How do you know my name?â€Â
“Let's call it…Family love shall we?â€Â
Avints blink, a feeling of shock began to talk over.
â€ÂF-Father?â€Â
Before Avints could react, the Death Knight rushed forward, swinging his banjo at Avints head. The Banjo broke on impact with a loud twang as Avints fell to the ground.
“No silly…fel, you are as dumb as it seems…â€Â
Avints would glare up at the figure.
“Then…care to tell me?â€Â
The death knight lets out a monotone chuckle.
“If you didn't notice from the tune…â€Â
“I'd rather not have...Gavin?â€Â
Gavin nodded back.
â€ÂCorrect little brother…not as little granted.â€Â
He began to pace back and forth.
“Not so successful being a mighty defend of the alliance like those that took you away said…you handle that elf terribly also…â€Â
A feeling of rage over came Avints, not only had his brother fell and become a Death Knight…but to ridicule him?
“I don't know where it went wrong…what's happened has happened…â€Â
“You assume too much…â€Â
“She thought all she brought was suffering…I couldn't persuade her…â€Â
“You even found a body?â€Â
“…No…â€Â
Gavin would go to kick Avints in the chest.
“Stupid brother, you assume too much…think it over…â€Â
“No…I don't want to have my hopes destroyed…â€Â
“So you sit outside the Cathedral all day…trying to confess, only plucking the courage when a gnome tries to also…but I wager that you didn't confess…either of you…out too quickly.â€Â
“I'd just rather forget all this happened…â€Â
Gavin would stand right next to Avints head.
“So to give up instead? Weak…â€Â
“Give me –my- armour back…undead.â€Â
Gavin would proceed to kick him again.
“Get your talents in the light back, and the armour is all yours…â€Â
Avints would spit on Gavin's boot.
“Easier said than done…â€Â
Gavin would quite easily pick up Avints libram, dropping a seal on his head.
“You forget things too quickly…â€Â
“I can't go there…â€Â
“Afraid or…?â€Â
“I had the light last time…I could get there…â€Â
“Well, you want the light back…your going to have to go –there-…â€Â
Gavin closes the book, dropping the libram on Avints head.
“I'll even meet you there to hand the armour over...brother…â€Â
Gavin would open up a small book of his own, writing something as he walked off. Avints would slowly get to his feet, exhaling. He looked at the seal, it was simple likely mass-produced, and as a mark of saying one had completed a pilgrimage to the tomb of the light bringer.
“So…I go there once more…â€Â
He slowly stands up.
“I'll catch you this time Brother…â€Â
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