- Joined
- Feb 12, 2007
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Wrote this last early June.
A myriad of colors swarmed around the entity, a hulking mass of a being. Elongated legs with two large hooves as feet, a large tail protruding from the back noisily moving on the ground.. A light skinned creature, clothed in a gold colored robe, a crimson sash crossing over his shoulder. Long tufts of brisk hair grew out over his chin, seeming rough and brash in appearance, the odd humanoid's eyes glowed a silver aura mixed with a sentient look of a fiery star.. "El tiras nu selintros yiniou tinoul trinistrias!" the intelligent figure chanted slowly with precision and accuracy, the words seeming so harsh, yet gentle( A most confusing concept.)The flowing colors that surrounded the being poured into his eyes giving cause to a roar of pain so great that he had dropped to his knees, one was to wonder how something so beautiful and mystifying could bring such pain to what seemed to be the master of it.
"Kelendros..You are far to impatient..Let the light flow through you at it's own pace do not force it.."
Spoke a wizened elder of the race, creases populating near his eyes and skull,a much older look he had than his younger counterpart with a sharp angled scar across his eye. In his right hand he held a walking staff a blue crystal at the tip of it, containing of what looked like the light that had only moments earlier probed the room.
"You must focus and remember the teachings of the Naaru that were bestowed upon us.."
The Elder smiled knowingly, seeing the same expression he had worn before in his own trials and tribulations that he had gone through in times past.
"Master Shalendos..I have failed you.."
"No my pupil..Archimonde and Kil'Jaeden failed us in times past..You my student, you are learning the art that had saved our race from extinction.."
The aged teacher extended his hand towards his student, a small ball of light formed in mere seconds showing the skill of a veteran who knew the art very well.
"This my student is Light..This power we use to help our people and fight the enemy that plagues us.."
Kelendros eyed the sphere of Light, studying every movement of his master, extending his own hand he chanted quietly under his breath the same words he was taught at an early age, his mind filled with peace and serenity..His spirit leaving his body's physical limits. Below him he saw his own shell and his teacher. Gripping his hand he looked around testing the new experience, gazing around he heard the village's streets bustling with his people, living their daily lives in peace. Leaving the shallow grounds he floated among the walkway catching sight of two burly green creatures, both dignified and honorable in stature..
"Orcs.."
He murmured, turning his attention away from the tribespeople he looked up at the sky seeing nothing but light..Though the Light soon was shadowed over by darkness. The face of evil, known as Sargergas ominiously hung above him, the fallen titan's hand reaching towards him. Gasping in fear and desperation to get far from the fiend he broke from his trance, beads of sweat forming at his body as he gasped for breath.
"Kelendros you did well, but you look as if you had seen the world's very ending.."
"The Dark One..I saw Him.."
The Master's brow furrowed in concern, pondering to himself he stroked his silver beard idly. Kelendros took note of his Master's behavior, knowing that he only did that when in deep thought of some important matter, hesitating a moment before speaking he rose up composing himself, to not seem as a emotional child in front of one who he held with respect and reverence.
"Master? What is it?"
Snapping out of his deep thought he replied hastily, nearly sounding grieved as if he had lost one dear to him.
"Nothing Kelendros, go..see your brother, you have done well today..Rest well."
"Take care Master Shalendos, May the Light of the Naaru bless you."
"As to you my student..It is the Light of our people as well, do well to remember that."
The young Draenei bowed his head in deep respect, as he turned to the entrance of the home he could not help but shake the feeling that something ill was coming, something that would change the fate of their people forever. Before leaving the abode he overheard his master speaking to a small shard that he often kept around his neck, all that he could hear were the words.
"Sargergas...Exiled..Destruction."
A myriad of colors swarmed around the entity, a hulking mass of a being. Elongated legs with two large hooves as feet, a large tail protruding from the back noisily moving on the ground.. A light skinned creature, clothed in a gold colored robe, a crimson sash crossing over his shoulder. Long tufts of brisk hair grew out over his chin, seeming rough and brash in appearance, the odd humanoid's eyes glowed a silver aura mixed with a sentient look of a fiery star.. "El tiras nu selintros yiniou tinoul trinistrias!" the intelligent figure chanted slowly with precision and accuracy, the words seeming so harsh, yet gentle( A most confusing concept.)The flowing colors that surrounded the being poured into his eyes giving cause to a roar of pain so great that he had dropped to his knees, one was to wonder how something so beautiful and mystifying could bring such pain to what seemed to be the master of it.
"Kelendros..You are far to impatient..Let the light flow through you at it's own pace do not force it.."
Spoke a wizened elder of the race, creases populating near his eyes and skull,a much older look he had than his younger counterpart with a sharp angled scar across his eye. In his right hand he held a walking staff a blue crystal at the tip of it, containing of what looked like the light that had only moments earlier probed the room.
"You must focus and remember the teachings of the Naaru that were bestowed upon us.."
The Elder smiled knowingly, seeing the same expression he had worn before in his own trials and tribulations that he had gone through in times past.
"Master Shalendos..I have failed you.."
"No my pupil..Archimonde and Kil'Jaeden failed us in times past..You my student, you are learning the art that had saved our race from extinction.."
The aged teacher extended his hand towards his student, a small ball of light formed in mere seconds showing the skill of a veteran who knew the art very well.
"This my student is Light..This power we use to help our people and fight the enemy that plagues us.."
Kelendros eyed the sphere of Light, studying every movement of his master, extending his own hand he chanted quietly under his breath the same words he was taught at an early age, his mind filled with peace and serenity..His spirit leaving his body's physical limits. Below him he saw his own shell and his teacher. Gripping his hand he looked around testing the new experience, gazing around he heard the village's streets bustling with his people, living their daily lives in peace. Leaving the shallow grounds he floated among the walkway catching sight of two burly green creatures, both dignified and honorable in stature..
"Orcs.."
He murmured, turning his attention away from the tribespeople he looked up at the sky seeing nothing but light..Though the Light soon was shadowed over by darkness. The face of evil, known as Sargergas ominiously hung above him, the fallen titan's hand reaching towards him. Gasping in fear and desperation to get far from the fiend he broke from his trance, beads of sweat forming at his body as he gasped for breath.
"Kelendros you did well, but you look as if you had seen the world's very ending.."
"The Dark One..I saw Him.."
The Master's brow furrowed in concern, pondering to himself he stroked his silver beard idly. Kelendros took note of his Master's behavior, knowing that he only did that when in deep thought of some important matter, hesitating a moment before speaking he rose up composing himself, to not seem as a emotional child in front of one who he held with respect and reverence.
"Master? What is it?"
Snapping out of his deep thought he replied hastily, nearly sounding grieved as if he had lost one dear to him.
"Nothing Kelendros, go..see your brother, you have done well today..Rest well."
"Take care Master Shalendos, May the Light of the Naaru bless you."
"As to you my student..It is the Light of our people as well, do well to remember that."
The young Draenei bowed his head in deep respect, as he turned to the entrance of the home he could not help but shake the feeling that something ill was coming, something that would change the fate of their people forever. Before leaving the abode he overheard his master speaking to a small shard that he often kept around his neck, all that he could hear were the words.
"Sargergas...Exiled..Destruction."
