12-04-2010, 06:41 PM
Zernor would smile looking up at the crowd of Blood elves and Troll's who all but despised him. He took a closer look at the crowd who showed no sympathy for the Blood elf who had committed the dastardly crime of treason. His face suddenly dropped as the blade entered his skin. He looked over a dark figure that seemed to be the only thing in his sight that wasn't blurred at that second.
“Is that you Vartaneous? Why are you here after what you did, y--â€Â
The pain suddenly overwhelmed him but in the same instant he felt a stress free and happy as if the pain had just been a test of his endurance. He slowly looked down to see a body being cut, although he couldn't tell who because of the fog that rapidly approached him. He looked to his hands to see a light blue shade and his jaw dropped as he looked over himself one more time.
“This can't be real; I'm not really dead am I?â€Â
He took a couple of moments to take in a few breaths and looked over his blue body one more time before exhaling and speaking in a clearly frustrated voice.
“Light...What the Fel happened to me?â€Â
He opened his eyes and the gray seeping clouds suddenly dispersed. Looking over another Blood elf as she seemed to pick up a leg, he looked over her and shook his head in his hands and rather slowly shaking it thinking of the horrid things this Blood elf would do to him.
“I thought Blood elves had a little self pride.. This is a new low for my race...â€Â
From there, time slowly moved on for Zernor as if this was yet another test on his endurance. He often thought on how he had gotten to deep into his group and how he should have spent more time looking for his brother, a small smile popped onto his face as he saw the image of his friends with him.
“I regret nothing...â€Â
Then suddenly his feet would be dragged down back to Azeroth, and he would see bare images of Silvermoon as the relentless dragging continued. Within seconds the dragging became stronger and stronger, he could no longer recognize where he was as the whole world seemed to be a blur. He would try to speak but would have no time because within seconds he would be smacked into a body.
He would feel an immense pain return, the pain was everywhere but below his left foot. It was obvious that this was the only part of the body that was truly original. The rest was created out of pure light.
But never the less, Zernor was alive.
Killer: A Silvermoon guard
Revivers: Kavok, Krel, Deydra, Daelalis, Jarvis and Haidus.
Short term effects:
Lost connection of the light.
Can't think properly.
No bladder control.
He is going through ossification once more which means that he can't move his body.
Long term effects:
Finds it difficult to wield the light.
His brain mixes up orders (E.g. He wants to pick up a mug but instead kicks the table he is sitting at.)
He finds it hard to think and often gets a headache.
Limps on his left foot.
Stumbles a bit sometimes he walks.
He gets very jittery from time to time.
Permanent effects:
A very large scar that goes around his left leg.
A ban from Silvermoon.
He has been cut off from his family.
He gets extremely violent upon hearing his brother's name.
“Is that you Vartaneous? Why are you here after what you did, y--â€Â
The pain suddenly overwhelmed him but in the same instant he felt a stress free and happy as if the pain had just been a test of his endurance. He slowly looked down to see a body being cut, although he couldn't tell who because of the fog that rapidly approached him. He looked to his hands to see a light blue shade and his jaw dropped as he looked over himself one more time.
“This can't be real; I'm not really dead am I?â€Â
He took a couple of moments to take in a few breaths and looked over his blue body one more time before exhaling and speaking in a clearly frustrated voice.
“Light...What the Fel happened to me?â€Â
He opened his eyes and the gray seeping clouds suddenly dispersed. Looking over another Blood elf as she seemed to pick up a leg, he looked over her and shook his head in his hands and rather slowly shaking it thinking of the horrid things this Blood elf would do to him.
“I thought Blood elves had a little self pride.. This is a new low for my race...â€Â
From there, time slowly moved on for Zernor as if this was yet another test on his endurance. He often thought on how he had gotten to deep into his group and how he should have spent more time looking for his brother, a small smile popped onto his face as he saw the image of his friends with him.
“I regret nothing...â€Â
Then suddenly his feet would be dragged down back to Azeroth, and he would see bare images of Silvermoon as the relentless dragging continued. Within seconds the dragging became stronger and stronger, he could no longer recognize where he was as the whole world seemed to be a blur. He would try to speak but would have no time because within seconds he would be smacked into a body.
He would feel an immense pain return, the pain was everywhere but below his left foot. It was obvious that this was the only part of the body that was truly original. The rest was created out of pure light.
But never the less, Zernor was alive.
Killer: A Silvermoon guard
Revivers: Kavok, Krel, Deydra, Daelalis, Jarvis and Haidus.
Short term effects:
Lost connection of the light.
Can't think properly.
No bladder control.
He is going through ossification once more which means that he can't move his body.
Long term effects:
Finds it difficult to wield the light.
His brain mixes up orders (E.g. He wants to pick up a mug but instead kicks the table he is sitting at.)
He finds it hard to think and often gets a headache.
Limps on his left foot.
Stumbles a bit sometimes he walks.
He gets very jittery from time to time.
Permanent effects:
A very large scar that goes around his left leg.
A ban from Silvermoon.
He has been cut off from his family.
He gets extremely violent upon hearing his brother's name.
Those that run from their past are engulfed by it.
Those that fight their heritage, are beaten back down.
Those who accept themselves and use their past as a strength...
These are the ones that are truly strong.
Those that fight their heritage, are beaten back down.
Those who accept themselves and use their past as a strength...
These are the ones that are truly strong.
