Moving on
Silvermoon City is amazing. The alabaster spires are a testament to wealth and decadence. Some look down on these people for flaunting their wealth, but I do not. Blood Elves use their power to get what they want. It’s something I respect. After all, what good is there in having power if you never use it?
Blood Elves had not been fully accepted into the Horde yet, so in the spirit of cooperation I was among a select few sent by the dark lady to aid the Horde’s efforts in the Ghostlands. It is clear that the guards still aren’t used to seeing Forsaken wander through their city. I get a kick out of scurrying past the them and then seeing that look of shock in their eyes when they first notice me. I know I’ve got them when their hands reflexively go to their swords thinking I am mindless scourge wandering into their midst. Today was especially humorous. Two guards were lazily chatting to themselves oblivious to the world around them. I walked right up behind one and in my my best mindless zombie voice moaned “Brrrrraaaaaaiiiiiis!” The look on their faces was priceless. Both startled, the first guard looked over his friend’s shoulder. Panic made his eyes nearly pop out of his skull and he stumbled backwards, falling indignantly on his backside. His friend, who had his back turned to me, spun around on his heals while drawing and swinging his sword in a single motion. Every head in the forum turned and looked at us when the loud “klang” of my sword parrying his pierced the quiet afternoon air. As the echo faded he looked at me, then looked at our swords still locked against each other. Ironic.. the first time I draw my new weapon it’s to deflect a blow from the very people who gave it to me in the first place. “Feeling a bit jumpy today?” I say, laughing at the guard “Stand down soldier” His face flushed red with embarrassment and all he could say above the laughter of those around us was “Move along… um… citizen?”
I’m used to the staring, especially from the children. Few enough have even seen an undead in their city before, but when I proudly paraded through the center of Silvermoon with a Tranquilllien Champion’s cloak and bearing a Sin’Dorei Warblade… Even the adults stared at me with shameless amazement. I walked straight to Sunfury Spire and stood before the Regent Lord. His eyes had registered my presence when I entered the room but he paid me no attention and continued his conversations with the various aids flocked around him. They all tried to ignore me and continue about their business but as one aid was talking the others would be throwing glances over their shoulders at me. Several minutes later during a lull in the chatter I loudly cleared my throat. Theron looked at me disdainfully while his aides merely looked on with curiosity. I was just barely able to say “My Lord…” before he cut me off “What business do you have here Forsaken?” Clutching Dar’Khan’s severed head I sheepishly raise it high enough for everybody to see. Theron’s look of disdain instantly dissolved into a wicked smile. ”Now that’s one face I was not expecting to see so soon.” Taking the head from me he juggled it playfully in the air before tossing it to one of his officers. “This is quite the good news, in more ways than you can imagine. Now here, take this dispatch to your queen”
Sylvanas was obviously pleased at the news I presented her. This was exactly why the dark lady had sent assistance to the Blood Elves in the first place. She gave me yet another dispatch to deliver to Thrall. This one endorsed the Blood Elve’s full membership into the ranks of the Horde. I should have been on my way, but instead I paused. “Is there something more?” Sylvanas asked. “Yes my Lady.” I said submissively, “While carrying out my mission over there I came across this,” and I handed her an old necklace. She looked closely at the inscription and her face actually softened. In just barely a whisper she said “It can’t be! After all this time I thought it was lost forever.” I have never seen, or even heard rumors for that matter of Sylvanas ever being anything other than the cold powerful Banshee she is. However, for just that brief moment she almost seemed… alive, and mournfully sad. Lost in her memories. The moment quickly passed. Composing herself anger flashed through her eyes as her gaze bore down on me. “You thought this would amuse me? Do you think I long for a time before I was the queen of the Forsaken? Like you, it means nothing to me!” Her hand opened and the necklace spilled onto the ground. Actually that was exactly what I had expected. I know I have felt that from time to time, though I would never admit such a foolish sentiment to anybody else. Clearly it had hit dangerously close to the mark. Her lips were quivering slightly but nobody farther than myself could see that. She did manage to say in her usual cold, composed tone,”You may remove yourself from my presence, warrior” With a salute I turned to start my journey to Orgrimar, but before I made it a few steps Sylvanas collapsed to her knees. Gently picking up the necklace she stood, but was completely entranced in the past. Then to everybody’s amazement my Lady sang the most hauntingly beautiful verse I had ever heard. Harmony so perfect that it even resonated with the afterlife. Long dead spirits from her past appeared behind her and accompanied her in song. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t look away. I was completely enraptured. She had struck a chord with something deep within my soul. As she sang visions from my life swam before my eyes, but the images would never come into focus. They were more feeling or thought than tangible memory. It was so incredibly frustrating because I felt closer than ever to discovering the truth of my own life at that moment… but I just couldn’t grasp it before her song ended. When she was done nobody dared say a word. Even now I haven’t even caught the slightest wisp of a rumor concerning the events in her chambers this afternoon.
That meeting marked the end of my tenure in the Ghostlands. Time now to visit Thrall and then to venture forth to the rest of the world. Many new lands lie before me to explore.
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