Post by firi on Dec 11, 2006 1:21:21 GMT -5
(( Name: Firandastrasz "Firi" Kharazhak
Age: More than most people can count
Race: Looks human/partially undead, but is really a dragon from the Red Dragonflight.))
("Short Inscription" taken from the Book of Idalek, Chapter 1, Part 1) ((Yes, I'm a noob, and yes, I actually wrote and made the Book of Idalek. >_> ))
As the day started with a rumbling of the sky, and a dark, dreary welcome from the atmosphere, a woman climbed out of bed. She resembled that of an old woman, or a sage, if you will. Her long, unkempt white hair blended slightly with her gray, fraying robes, and dull, unpolished armor was placed out on a nearby tabe, which looked to be quite flimsy, and slightly shined, making her old, gray eyes look a tad light blue. Half of her face looked like it was burned, but, really, she was partially Undead. No wrinkles adorned her face, but you could tell she was old by the way she looked. As she tried to rethink of the days of her golden years, she slightly remembered part of the memoirs that had invaded her mind. She quickly shook the thought away though, and limping ever so slightly to the frail table, she picked up a red book with gold-plated corners, and opened to a page where the old, faded bookmark was.
Bells rang and ribbons flew, as Prince Arthas of Menethil was due back in mere hours from his crusade. Everyone was cheering, and the king was merry, but a certain girl knew something wasn't right.
A young, naive peasent girl stood helplessly on the side as a crow moved out into the throne room. She watched it intently, as it transformed into a cloaked man, and stood there, staring at him with a bit of amazement. Her father had brought her here, as they were to see King Terenas about an important issue.
She heard the king and the man complain, and had seen the man walk out, furious. She frowned slightly, as she had so easilly grown to like the man. She slightly turned to her father, and asked, "Father, who was that?"
He looked down at her with a blank expression, and said, emotionless, "I think it's just some mad man trying to trick the king into a delirious joke." He then opened his eyes a little more slightly, and responded again. "Don't mind most of the men here, Firi, usually they just think Terenas is a bad king." He rustled her black hair, and smiled.
Firi looked up at her dad with bright aqua eyes, and walked out, trying to look for the man she had just seen, and leaving her father outside of the throne room.
She closed the book thoughtfully, after placing the bookmark down at the place she had stopped at. She had forgotten this was her diary when she was smaller, and that she had liked to write in an onlooker's point of view when she wrote about her day. She smiled, and placed the book down where it was before, and picking up a stray plate bracer. She lifted her robe sleeve up, and clasped it onto her arm, as the three jewels on it glowed, and her eyes turned a slight ceurlean. Her hair had become a little bit shorter, and it was turning gray instead of its unusual white color. As she claped the other bracer on her other wrist, her eyes had become a deep blue, and her hair had become almost black, and short, to add to it, shaped slightly into a bowl-cut shape. She smiled, and pulled her robe off, as she pulled the rest of her armor on. A marking on her body stood out from all of her equipment, and it was that of a blood drop on her left arm, as it looked as though it was rippling in her skin. Undernear that, however, was a black tattoo, one in the shape of a dragon with blood red eyes that eyes glowing dangerously as she pulled on her plate guards. Underneath were small glyphs, that read something she had silently whispered under her breath:
"Shall the beast be angered, havoc and destruction shall reign over the world consumed by hatred. Shall the beast be left at peace, the world will stay, and the terrible evil shall vanquish from the homeland."
Age: More than most people can count
Race: Looks human/partially undead, but is really a dragon from the Red Dragonflight.))
("Short Inscription" taken from the Book of Idalek, Chapter 1, Part 1) ((Yes, I'm a noob, and yes, I actually wrote and made the Book of Idalek. >_> ))
As the day started with a rumbling of the sky, and a dark, dreary welcome from the atmosphere, a woman climbed out of bed. She resembled that of an old woman, or a sage, if you will. Her long, unkempt white hair blended slightly with her gray, fraying robes, and dull, unpolished armor was placed out on a nearby tabe, which looked to be quite flimsy, and slightly shined, making her old, gray eyes look a tad light blue. Half of her face looked like it was burned, but, really, she was partially Undead. No wrinkles adorned her face, but you could tell she was old by the way she looked. As she tried to rethink of the days of her golden years, she slightly remembered part of the memoirs that had invaded her mind. She quickly shook the thought away though, and limping ever so slightly to the frail table, she picked up a red book with gold-plated corners, and opened to a page where the old, faded bookmark was.
Bells rang and ribbons flew, as Prince Arthas of Menethil was due back in mere hours from his crusade. Everyone was cheering, and the king was merry, but a certain girl knew something wasn't right.
A young, naive peasent girl stood helplessly on the side as a crow moved out into the throne room. She watched it intently, as it transformed into a cloaked man, and stood there, staring at him with a bit of amazement. Her father had brought her here, as they were to see King Terenas about an important issue.
She heard the king and the man complain, and had seen the man walk out, furious. She frowned slightly, as she had so easilly grown to like the man. She slightly turned to her father, and asked, "Father, who was that?"
He looked down at her with a blank expression, and said, emotionless, "I think it's just some mad man trying to trick the king into a delirious joke." He then opened his eyes a little more slightly, and responded again. "Don't mind most of the men here, Firi, usually they just think Terenas is a bad king." He rustled her black hair, and smiled.
Firi looked up at her dad with bright aqua eyes, and walked out, trying to look for the man she had just seen, and leaving her father outside of the throne room.
She closed the book thoughtfully, after placing the bookmark down at the place she had stopped at. She had forgotten this was her diary when she was smaller, and that she had liked to write in an onlooker's point of view when she wrote about her day. She smiled, and placed the book down where it was before, and picking up a stray plate bracer. She lifted her robe sleeve up, and clasped it onto her arm, as the three jewels on it glowed, and her eyes turned a slight ceurlean. Her hair had become a little bit shorter, and it was turning gray instead of its unusual white color. As she claped the other bracer on her other wrist, her eyes had become a deep blue, and her hair had become almost black, and short, to add to it, shaped slightly into a bowl-cut shape. She smiled, and pulled her robe off, as she pulled the rest of her armor on. A marking on her body stood out from all of her equipment, and it was that of a blood drop on her left arm, as it looked as though it was rippling in her skin. Undernear that, however, was a black tattoo, one in the shape of a dragon with blood red eyes that eyes glowing dangerously as she pulled on her plate guards. Underneath were small glyphs, that read something she had silently whispered under her breath:
"Shall the beast be angered, havoc and destruction shall reign over the world consumed by hatred. Shall the beast be left at peace, the world will stay, and the terrible evil shall vanquish from the homeland."