Post by Sir Kerag on Sept 14, 2011 23:33:19 GMT -5
Kerag made eye contact with Rue, nodding his head.
"No it wasn't. I hesitated and received a good thrashing for it. But I had to put aside my feelings and finish the fight. I wanted to talk to him afterward, hoping that the public defeat might humble him. I could not think what to say, nor how we could even make amends to one another. It's simply not the orc way. We grudge and despise and destroy."
He shrugged, "Tis over now I hope. I wish to live what life I have left away from the past, yet it always seems to catch up"
Rue still stared with shock and admiration. She thought about what she would've done, if pitted in a fight against her father.
"I wouldn't even be able to fight..." her voice trailed off as she was lost in thought for a second. Then her expression hardened and her voice turned slightly bitter. "Actually, no. I would be able to. I understand where you're coming from." After a moment, her mood brightened again. "Well, no better place to move away from the past than a party! I'm Rue, by the way, Rue Vera."
Venom salutes Captain Zaedus as he enters and offers him a beer.
We've been listening to everyone's stories. Commander Grayell told us a little about himself... (Looks around for him) Where'd he go?... And Brother Kerag here just told us his story. How bout you Captain, what's your story?
Zaedus returned Venom's salute and grasped Kerag's shoulder in greetings. He turned to Rue, bowed his head his ears laying flat against his head, a gesture of respect in his culture, in response to Rue.
An honor, and a pleasure Lady Rue, I am Zaedus as you now know from my fellow Guardsmen here.
He said with a smile. He took the seat next to her and positioned himself in the chair.
Ahh...well as for my story...well that is a long winded tale friends. However we may have the time for it until things kick off here.
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2011 10:38:29 GMT -5 by Zaedus
Chaz got up and turned his chair around, so that he could lean forward onto the back of it. Then he discovered he was too short, and that he couldn't see over the back of the chair, so he turned it around again and resolved to be more careful as he listened.
A good scientist is a person with original ideas. A good engineer is a person who makes a design that works with as few original ideas as possible.
He laughed a bit sorting his thoughts and memories.
Well, my culture has always been a somewhat nomadic race. We find a place settle for a few generations and move on to another. We are comprised of different clans, myself hailing from the Frostmane clan. Thousands of years ago my race is not what it was today, no. We were once savage creatures, primal, and ravaged anything in our territory. We were the same as any predatory animal you may encounter in the wilderness. However do not confuse us with werewolves, for we are not as such and cannot skin walk in a different form. However legends do tell of a sect of skinwalkers that are similar to werewolves but they are in complete control of the beast they turn into. Werewolves are an abomination in our culture, perverse and a travesty to our kind. Moving on from werewolves.
He laughed.
Long ago one of our race ransacked and nearly killed the leader of a shamanistic group called the Guardians of the Life Tree. Goel, the chosen shaman who was blessed by the elemental lords was impressed by the might of the Worgen. With the aid of the elemental lords he trapped the Worgen clan and gave us Clarity of mind. Zalendar Greymane and his clan was the first established clan of our race. From there any mage, shaman or druid who was found blessed or called upon by the elementals were able to select a Worgen as their guardian so they were protected. Some of our race were also gifted by the elements. The clan leader of my clan is one of the High Shamans of the Frostmane Worgen.
He paused to take a swig form his tankard.
As for me I was a High Warlord in my clan, I earned my respect during combat and territorial wars between other clans, and from slaying werewolves. As a warrior in my clan it is my duty to hunt and slay any werewolves in my territory, and of course any Worgen who threaten us from rival clans. I do not know when our duty as mage guardians ended, all I know is through the centuries we have remained as we are now.
A somewhat grim look came upon his face as he cycled thorugh the memories on why he was here.
However.....I am no longer apart of my clan. I was exiled, for I was solely responsible for my brother's death. It was the night of his ascension to clan-leader, and I to be deemed the commander of the Worgen warriors. My error and lapse in duties caused one of the prisoners we had held for the ceremonial execution of an enemy escaped and during our celebratory fight, a ritualistic fight we rehearse just for entertainment, he slew my brother. The high shaman, angered by the death of his son banished me from the clan and to never return until my sins have been resolved and my brother's spirit is at rest.
He took another drink from his tankard, and sighed a deep sigh.
But enough of depressing stories, this is a time for festive moods yes?
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2011 15:48:41 GMT -5 by Zaedus
More and more Venom began to realize the people around him had lost their family and friends too and came here for refuge. He too had no one he loved left alive. Venom just nodded his head in understanding and said nothing for a few seconds. Raising his glass once more it then came to him.
Consider us your new clan, Captain Zaedus. To Captain Zaedus!
He drank his glass once again and shook his head afterwards. It seemed as tho the alcohol was beginning to kick in. Venom ignore it and continued to have fun with his new friends. He turns to Rue, who he's still head over heals since she walked in the room and tried not to show it, but something told him it was pretty obvious.
Post by Sir Kerag on Sept 17, 2011 13:47:35 GMT -5
Kerag was feeling the effects of emptying his tankard twice, glad he was sitting down for the entire tale. He silently nodded his head, reaching the same conclusions Venom was, and he suddenly didn't feel so alone anymore. Kerag felt a certain peace after fighting his son, and being able to find comfort amongst new friends. Yes. Joining the Guard to protect these people was only a formality, he felt obligated regardless now.
"To Captain Zaedus!" Kerag smiled, knocking back his tankard and wiping his lips clean again.
Rue raised her glass and drank to Zaedus, drank to tales of lost loved ones and to lost honor, drank to new beginnings in a new town with new friends. When Venom asked her to share her story, however, she barely retained herself from choking on her drink.
"Oh, it's not an exciting one. Just wandering, came across this town, settled. We'd much rather hear your story, Venom," she said with a winning smile in his direction.