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paixaorpg2008-02-14 10:13 am
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Out of the Darkness [Complete]
Character(s): Illidan Stormrage, Seymour Guado, anyone else who'd love to help a blind man?
Content: Entering the city.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: Blind Elf-man? Also, length. ><;
Darkness had been a constant companion over the past 5000 years as Illidan brooded, locked away beneath Mt. Hyjal, a prisoner of his own people. It was cold and encompassing, disaffected and dispassionate. It did nothing to soothe the anger the Night Elf felt toward his druid brother, Malfurion. But at the moment, Malfurion was the least of his concerns.
Sunlight washed across Illidan's face, warming features that had grown accustomed to the cold. It was a strange sensation, made even stranger by the fact that his sight glowed with the sun's radiance. There was a breeze here, and he could hear the moving water of a stream or river. Given everything he had at hand, Illidan was more than certain that he was no longer imprisoned beneath Mt. Hyjal. It begged the question of how he had gotten out, and who had released him. However, if anyone had released him, surely they would have said something by now.
Voices drifted to him from the distance and Illidan cocked his head to the side, ears twitching as he judged the distance between them and the direction in which the people were. He followed the sound, taking care as he moved. Old habits died hard, even after so many millenia of imprisonment, and Illidan utilized his sorcery to light up his surroundings and give him a basic sense of where things were located around him. Ahead was a line of people, all humans if his sense was right, and despite himself, he joined the queue, towering over the humans' relatively short heights. It would just be easier to follow them than to wander on his own. Besides, there seemed to be some domed structure up ahead.
The line was obviously shorter than he had considered, as he had been stopped by a gentle hand on his arm.
"Welcome to Paixao!" The voice came from the right and below, obviously another human. The language had to be Common, because Illidan was sure the humans had never learned Darnassian.
"Paixao?" the Night Elf repeated questioningly, raising a long eyebrow. He had never heard of such a place, and while his travels in the past had been limited to the continent of Kalimdor, he was sure that there was no place like it on Azeroth. What was going on here?
"Yes. May I get your name please?"
Illidan looked down at the human. "Illidan Stormrage."
"Alright, Mr. Stormrage. Just give me a second here..." After a moment, he could hear rustling coming from nearby before the human returned, pressing a cold metal... object... into his hand. "That is your journal. It has enhanced speech capabilities to read to you anything that someone else types."
Illidan felt the human grab his arm and pull him toward the domes. "I can manage from here," the Night Elf pointed out.
"Oh... Enjoy your stay, then!" Illidan entered through the massive gate and into the domed city, seeking out the nearest bench in order to sit down and figure out what had just happened.
Content: Entering the city.
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Mid-afternoon
Warnings: Blind Elf-man? Also, length. ><;
Darkness had been a constant companion over the past 5000 years as Illidan brooded, locked away beneath Mt. Hyjal, a prisoner of his own people. It was cold and encompassing, disaffected and dispassionate. It did nothing to soothe the anger the Night Elf felt toward his druid brother, Malfurion. But at the moment, Malfurion was the least of his concerns.
Sunlight washed across Illidan's face, warming features that had grown accustomed to the cold. It was a strange sensation, made even stranger by the fact that his sight glowed with the sun's radiance. There was a breeze here, and he could hear the moving water of a stream or river. Given everything he had at hand, Illidan was more than certain that he was no longer imprisoned beneath Mt. Hyjal. It begged the question of how he had gotten out, and who had released him. However, if anyone had released him, surely they would have said something by now.
Voices drifted to him from the distance and Illidan cocked his head to the side, ears twitching as he judged the distance between them and the direction in which the people were. He followed the sound, taking care as he moved. Old habits died hard, even after so many millenia of imprisonment, and Illidan utilized his sorcery to light up his surroundings and give him a basic sense of where things were located around him. Ahead was a line of people, all humans if his sense was right, and despite himself, he joined the queue, towering over the humans' relatively short heights. It would just be easier to follow them than to wander on his own. Besides, there seemed to be some domed structure up ahead.
The line was obviously shorter than he had considered, as he had been stopped by a gentle hand on his arm.
"Welcome to Paixao!" The voice came from the right and below, obviously another human. The language had to be Common, because Illidan was sure the humans had never learned Darnassian.
"Paixao?" the Night Elf repeated questioningly, raising a long eyebrow. He had never heard of such a place, and while his travels in the past had been limited to the continent of Kalimdor, he was sure that there was no place like it on Azeroth. What was going on here?
"Yes. May I get your name please?"
Illidan looked down at the human. "Illidan Stormrage."
"Alright, Mr. Stormrage. Just give me a second here..." After a moment, he could hear rustling coming from nearby before the human returned, pressing a cold metal... object... into his hand. "That is your journal. It has enhanced speech capabilities to read to you anything that someone else types."
Illidan felt the human grab his arm and pull him toward the domes. "I can manage from here," the Night Elf pointed out.
"Oh... Enjoy your stay, then!" Illidan entered through the massive gate and into the domed city, seeking out the nearest bench in order to sit down and figure out what had just happened.
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"I have only just arrived," he added. "I'm hoping to get assistance in navigating this place. Someone had mentioned a map, but without sight, I'm afraid such a thing is rather useless."