Cedrick Holt

[Trigger warning. Self harm, slight ‘gore’.]

[Trigger warning. Self harm, slight ‘gore’.]

One hand strayed upward and ran through his silvery white hair, only to then come back around and strike downward against his face. A quiet sigh escaped his lips as he gathered himself and eased his way off of the bed top. His first order of business, dress himself. He donned nothing more than a loose fitting shirt, black trousers, and his black knee high boots. Just as quietly as he left the bed, he slipped from the room and moved soundlessly through the dimly lit halls of their holy refuge. In the distance he heard the sounds that he had expected growing louder with each step forward. The hushed whispers of men, women, and children alike faintly echoed throughout the open chamber of their main hall. The sight that he saw upon his arrival was not one that he had wanted to see, but one that was necessary. Guardsmen and their families all huddled in their respective groups as hooded men went from sect to sect and offered them bread and water. Aerick’s features grew grim, and soon enough twisted with anger.

Out of the ten or so men that tended the newly homeless, one strode over to the Lord and shoved his hood back. Short black hair, a handsome face, with ocean blue eyes looked to Aerick. A man perhaps in his mid twenties. “Seton.” Said the Inquisitor as he approached, “M’lord,” Began the armorclad man, “All outposts and villages of ours have been cleared. Any that remain are of our Sanguine Eyes, who lingered to search for any outliers.” Aerick nodded in response and shifted his gaze to the people, “See to it that they are fed, kept warm, and have a place to rest their heads tonight. We will fill them in as we can tomorrow, and should we need it, we will clear out more of this place to make room. None are to be left behind.” As he finished, his silvered, hawklike stare refocused itself upon Seton, “Yes, M’lord. As you say.” And with the bow of his head, the Eye moved off to rejoin his brothers-in-arms. Aerick was left alone as he studied over the scared, confused, and exhausted people of his Order. At that moment, he vowed to make this right. By whatever means necessary.

“Everyone loves a white knight, but a white knight with a dry and slightly off sense of humor is – is more enjoyable to watch and to play.”

….I hope everyone (whoever is still around) is doing quite well :) I am curious, though, is RP still happening anywhere? How is the WoW universe doing RP wise?