28
Nov
sometimes when destiny appears , comes about what ever you wish to call it its very either in your face or what was that …however theres also a time that nothing happens ..for along time ..studying under this master assassin was one of those times nearly 4 years past the river and all nerv managed to learned was a slight slight combat sense and a very faint , but ideal stealth figure for the wetworks. although he wasnt ready for the hits no not even close.
this was boring it seemed to nerv that the learning was going nowhere and living in a small hut outside the burning flames of searing gorge was wearing him thin …
flames aside nerv “decided” one day to follow a undead warlock to one of the rituals they performed on occasion , risking much in this endeavor using the stealth techniques he learned in the past year … he got close enough to watch the ritual some sort of demon summoning …then things went south.
suddenly nerve wracking pain hit nerv and he was laid out contorting in a very odd position ..not a thought of “why did he see me through stealth went trough his head as he felt as if he were flayed alive his very life essence torn from him.
now an interesting thing happend at that time ..a thought had occured to nerv …reading up on subtlety techniques and secretly self teaching himself a very complex “spell” he suddely found himself with out pain , behind the warlock , and his spare dagger in the lower back of the undead … and his other dagger slashing the throat at the same time… the warlock fell to the ground the demon summoned fell to the ground and voided itself from existence just as nervs mentor showed up behind nerv his own stealth breaking as he placed his sword on nervs shoulder …”i have nothing left to teach you ” he said in those dulcet tones ” youre free to go about your own life now ..use what i have givin you ..stick to the shadows ….rogue…”
he wasnt so sure that it would work out as luck had not been on his side for a long time but nerv was determined anyways….he was sneaky .and uncannily so, yet as was said luck , jus didnt seem to get along with him.
snaeking his way towards the bread stall, he stopped wondering what his mother would do if he was caught ..yet again by the local militia. whipped prolly and not at all demeaned by abusive words from his father.
this stall caused three things to happen in succession : he tripped a bit on a small rock , bumped into a lordly dressed person ..of whom had a scar from his forehead down his left eye to his chin …and a piece of bread to find its way into his hand …stunned to say the least he started to run, key word start.
the stall manager came rumbling out of his booth and demanded for militia nay yelled very loudly for them at once, meanwhile nerv, contemplasting the very stern beating he was going to get threw down the bread, of which the lordly man caught ..and causally gave back to nerv and slapped the booth keeper in the mouth quite harshly. “there will be no need for militia” he said in tones nerv thought reminded him of old stories of subtlety, the old art of lowering ones threat to an angry person …and it worked ! ..nerv then ran towards the river …none beknowest to him men was following on the rooftops.
he made it to the river bank ..and was catching his breath when he was kicked in the gut by one of the men on the rooftop, ” youre giving everyone quite the scare there lad ” he mentioned nonchalantly as a fist pummeled into nervs left eye bruising it quite fast , he’d never been dissected so fiercly before in a fight so fast.
now the current on the river was quite something to behold white water they called the river and for good reason ..” the thing is ” the man said again in that annoying tone ” is that youre wanted by someone a man beast with intentions of making something out of you ” he guffawed at that finding it funny or something , this made nerv a bit angry and he tried to get a hit in himself ..but before he could he faltered ..badly as he was quite dizzy from the earlier blow. the man easily dodged the incoming punch and whacked nerv across the cheek, ” see that this ..cargo gets to its destination ” to the three men who appeared out of nowhere ” and clean him ”
rather than be brought out of town to wherever they inteded to take him he made a mad semi-straight dash to the river, plunging into the cold embrace and battering waves of it.
now the cold was one thing being torn by rocks was another …it seemed an eternity to nerv tumbling head over heels in the surf as he went about a mile down the current before he was yanked out by the scarred man hed seen in the market ..” why did you run ” said the man ” everything was going to be alright ..now look at you bruised,bloody and wet” nerv thought about about it ..his wits were nnot really returned to there proper attention yet ..” why did you save me from the river ” was all he could say.
and the man told him.
he was to study and become a rogue, a master assassin ..and a killer of people that did wrong, and the beast man wanted nothing more than to see nervs head on a pike for that.
he was baptized in the river and had managed to surface from a boy to man with in a day ….how exciting …
and he felt an odd sensation , doubt.
22
Nov
as it were nerv was on assignment caging an unlikley victim in his grasp,. gripping the side bars of the balcony tightly he edged his way across the guards and positioning himself appropriately, bouncing from balcony to landing in a swooping motion nerv slashed the unsuspecting lookout , the final one before the target, silently across the neck with his dagger. no noise was emitted but nerv knew his cover was blown. a swift roundhouse to head of the first person who stuck it around the corner ahead of his body tearing away at ligaments in the trachea, killing again with a silent detail. no one showed again so with trained heart of a master assassin and true to the order he carried out his mission ….
looking in upon the target he was at first not sure what to expect but a waif of a girl not yet in her prime and not at all young.
he found himself doubting for the first time in a decade.
22
Nov
Born in a small town in Silverpine Forest, Dwayne was always a chubby child, also anti-social, everytime he tried to make a friend, they would make fun of him for being fat. He was never taken seriously, his parents barely took care of him, even they made fun of him often times.
He gave himself the nickname ‘Wolve’ to make people think he was one of the people who had gotten the Worgen’s Curse. He may not have gotten the respect he desired, but he certainly wasn’t made fun of.
Years later when the worgens became a much bigger problem, he fled, he was afraid of fighting, he had never fought in his life. He eventually ended up in Stormwind, all the running had made him go from a fat child, to a muscler pretty-boy, as some people would say. He lived for several years, happily, he never even lifted a finger against the Horde, he thought with all the other problems they have, they should try and make friends with the Horde, if for just the time being, King Varian Wrynn eventually found out, and was -furious-!
He forced Dwayne into the frontlines against the Horde, Dwayne was forced to kill several of his friends that happened to be Horde members. He became mentally scarred, the happy face he used to have became the face of a war veteran, looking as if it was carved from stone. The biggest smile he could manage barely touched his lips.
The Black Dragonflight was laughing happily at how brutal Dwayne was, how much stored potential he had. One of them went in disguise and gave him an egg, telling him it was vital to his survival. When it hatched, he saw a Black Dragon Whelpling, he told him his name was Drakinath, he told him he was to be his advisor on how to harness his brutal potential, despite his many tries to kill Drakinath, Dwayne has found himself stuck with him.
22
Nov
((This is the tale of how Wennelly Winkledore became a warlock.))
Wennelly Winkledore concentrated on the target in front of her and began to cast Fireball for the umpteenth time that day. She completed the incantation, but the spell fizzled. For the umpteenth time that day.
The mage instructor, Babs Fizzlespark, looked on. “How odd that you should have such trouble when your sister takes to fire spells like a duck to water,” said the wizened old gnome.
Wennelly peered over at her sister, Pennelly, on the other side of the room, who was having an absolute ball torching the practice targets faster than the assistant instructor could replace them.
“…Although sometimes I wish she weren’t quite so enthusiastic,” added Babs. “Why don’t you try it one more time.”
Wennelly fumed. She hated the constant comparisons to her sister, who had mastered every single one of the basic fire spells with seemingly no effort while Wennelly still struggled to produce a single Rank 1 Fireball. She began the incantation again, wanting nothing more than to see the target in flames. She devoted every ounce of concentration she had to achieving that one goal. Suddenly she felt more focused, more powerful, than she ever had before. She could feel the flames burning within her.
She completed the spell and instantly the target was engulfed in flames. Strange, though, she hadn’t felt a fireball leave her hands. She thought that was what was supposed to happen.
She realized that the room had fallen silent. Babs was giving her the harshest glare she had ever seen from anybody. Suddenly shocked and afraid, Wennelly took a step back. Even Pennelly, normally anything but serious, looked deeply concerned.
“Where did you learn to do that?” demanded Babs.
“I… I don’t…” Wennelly stammered.
“You must never do that again,” admonished Babs. “Go home and study. And beg the priests to pray for your soul.”
Wennelly stood there, dumbfounded.
“Go, child. You have no place here until you can properly master the elements.”
Wennelly left the Gnomeregan mage training facility and wandered aimlessly down the street. Then she heard a voice.
“Psst. Girl.”
Wennelly looked around.
“Over here.” A gnome stepped out of the shadows. “I’ve been watching you, and I saw what happened. They call me Magnificus. Want to know why?”
Wennelly eyed him skeptically. “Why?”
Magnificus closed his eyes and began to chant something in Demonic. He had a dark aura around him, and Wennelly felt a sense of impending doom. Then a Voidwalker appeared from out of the nether. Wennelly had never seen one before, except in one of her mage textbooks — in the section on “Malevolent Creatures From The Void”. The first word of advice in that chapter had been: “RUN.” To Wennelly, that sounded like a fantastically good idea. But out of the corner of her eye she saw Magnificus make a gesture and then the Voidwalker grabbed her and lifted her off the ground, kicking and screaming.
“Do not be afraid,” said Magnificus. “He is under my control. There is much that your mage trainer hasn’t taught you. I believe you would be a worthy student.”
“No!” said Wennelly, still struggling. “Let me go!”
“Very well. Take some time to think about what I’ve said. I’m confident I’ll see you again.”
The Voidwalker released Wennelly and she hit the ground running as if a Felhound were chasing her. She didn’t stop — she couldn’t stop for anything — until she reached the chapel in the Dwarven Center. She dove under the nearest pew and stayed there until the next morning, shaking and crying.
Several weeks passed. While Pennelly’s training continued as usual, Wennelly never again set foot in the mage training center. She spent most of her time locked away in her room, studying the mage training texts and desperately trying to master the basic mage spells, with no success.
Eventually she abandoned her studies altogether and began spending her days sitting outside the mage training center, observing her sister’s training. These days Pennelly was more level-headed and confident than Wennelly had ever seen her, although she did still have the tendency to get over-excited and ramble to her classmates about her imaginary friends or the ignition temperature of various materials. But whenever someone asked Pennelly about her sister, she would get uncharacteristically silent and then change the subject. Pennelly hadn’t spoken to Wennelly since the day she had Immolated her practice target.
One day, Wennelly was in the Gnomeregan tavern nursing a Darkmoon Special Reserve when the city alarms went off. She stumbled outside to see the whole gnomish population in a panic. The Gnomeregan city guards were yelling, “TROGGS HAVE INVADED! DEFEND YOURSELVES!”
Wennelly ran to the mage training center to find that the students had already evacuated — all but one. Pennelly had stayed late for extra practice and was now stuck trying to hold off a pair of troggs by herself. Wennelly could tell that Pennelly had just used the last of her mana to Polymorph one of the troggs. She knew she had to do something to attract the other trogg’s attention before the Polymorph wore off, or her sister would be killed.
Wennelly began to cast a spell — any spell. The trogg was about to kill her sister, and she wanted it dead first. After a few seconds, she saw a Shadowbolt leave her hands and strike the trogg, who stopped attacking Pennelly and came after Wennelly instead. Wennelly managed to produce another Shadowbolt, and the trogg lay dead at her feet. By this time the Polymorph on the first trogg had worn off, but Pennelly had been able to drink some water and she easily dispatched it.
Pennelly looked at Wennelly’s dead trogg, clearly appalled at the shadow magic still lingering on the corpse. “Mekgineer Thermaplugg is going to irradiate the city,” she said, not looking Wennelly in the eye. “We need to leave.”
They fled the city and found Babs Fizzlespark and the rest of the mage trainees huddled just outside the entrance. “She made it!” cried a few of the students, who ran up to embrace Pennelly, but backed off when they saw Wennelly with her.
“You’ve been using shadow magic,” accused Babs.
“She saved my life,” said Pennelly.
“Pennelly, come here at once, before she corrupts you.”
Pennelly reluctantly joined the group, looking back at Wennelly apologetically before they headed for Ironforge.
“Psst. Girl.”
Wennelly turned around. Magnificus was standing off in the shadows with a self-satisfied look on his face.
“I see you’ve taken your first step toward mastery of shadow magic. Are you ready to begin your training now?”
Wennelly hesitated for a moment, looking off in the direction Pennelly and the mage training group had gone. Then she turned back.
“Teach me.”
Magnificus smiled.
Three years later, Wennelly found herself standing in front of a small caravan in Coldridge Valley. One of the dwarves seemed to want something from her.
“A warlock, eh?” He looked decidedly uncomfortable. “Well, beggars cannae be choosers. If ye’ll slay some o’ those mangy wolves an’ bring me their meat, lass, I’ll give ye a pair o’ these gloves in return.”
“Gladly.”
nerv dasyx has a colorful past ..name wise, and he wants to clear up a few things that might frighten very small insects and or medium ones too….
nerv is short for nervaaroa , my old and very first mmo name of which yes it was starwars galaxies. till they messed it up horribly. i was a wookiee and i rocked out in any given situation ..hence the short version of my name “nerv” or like hes got some nerve. but seriously ….i dont think anyone could pronounce nervaaroa.
dasyx means 3 sixes ..or i was told ..as you can tell im very evil and am very dark , in any case not very cheerful ..in some cases i am though, jus warning you.
in all sincerity ..my names hasnt evolved in near on 7 years i use all or jus nerv as my ingame name ..or its backwards version “vren” whose very name scares little germs ..the ones that get cleaned by germaway ..or something.
well its early yet and im having fun so you will see more of me as this was an introduction.
7
Nov
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