IC Blog for a Human Paladin on MG-US. Cross-Faction friendly! Knight of the Silver Hand, Lightbringer, veteran of the Argus Campaign, overall calm and friendly guy.
Good day, mortals!! The Great Nyehehe, the once villainous Immortal Warlock Lord and the most evil and powerful being in the entire universe, has seen the error of his vile ways!! Nevermore shall he twirl his malicious moustache, obliterate any mortal that opposed his nefariousness, or commit a deed as dastardly as snatching sugary treats from infants or walking on the grass despite the nearby sign’s demands not to.
His burning hatred and enviousness of the Light has faded away, leaving him to become a loyal and devout Paladin. Casting off the sins of his past and supercilious name, he has since renamed himself to “The Good Hohoho”.
Rather than committing dastardly deeds and scheming up evil plots, The Good Hohoho will, henceforth, be seen helping little old ladies walk across the street..,
Feeding the homeless and destitute in Westfall..,
Holding one-on-one redemption classes for currently out-of-work demons..,
And, of course, praying to the Light at the Stormwind Cathedral. He will forever and always henceforth commit only undoubtedly righteous and good deeds and-
JUST KIDDING, MORTAL FOOLS!!
Nyehehe!! You have been tricked, mortal fools!!
Tricked!! Bamboozled!! Schmeckledorfed!!
Did you foolishly think the Great Nyehehe would be doing any of that goodie-two-shoes balderdash!?! Nyet!! Never!! The Great Nyehehe is a villain!! And the most evil, powerful, and fashionable one at that, so don’t you mortals forget it!!
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I bring you a paladin: A tiefling, sworn to the crown, branded a heretic by his fanatical convent. A wanderer, still finding his way. Too young to have lost what he has. His sword has no point: it is an executioners blade, meant to deliver justice. He asks for guidance, for an idea of what to do. How does one deliver justice, when they have experienced such injustice? Above all, how does he prove to himself, to the dead, to Tyr, that he is worthy of his oath?
By experiencing injustice, he knows now what justice is not. That, and following the oath he’s sworn are the only keys he needs. From that point on, follow the guidance of the wise, the good, and their own heart.
I am most pleased to hear from you. The offers you have acquired are all excellent and I’m happy to be able to choose between them.
First off, I am but a simple man with no real defined taste other than what precious wisdom my dear mother has passed on to me concerning such matters. So I must ask you forgive me putting my own thoughts down on here as I work through the options available to me.
The Original Classic Gilnean Silver Plated 4 piece set complete with tray is an exquisite set and certainly displays the regality that Gilneas prides itself upon. Certain to impress anyone. But as exquisite as it is, I feel it is not suiting my dearest Farah, who is at her heart a humble woman. I feel that set is best placed in hands far more fitting it’s own personal regality.
The set of 12 Gilnean-Style Black Rose Hand-painted tea cups, complete with saucers, are certainly beautiful; I will not deny that. And I can admire the kettle maker’s artistic talent, but I feel my dearest Farah would be a tad upset with me for selecting a tea set that is not authentic to her home. Even if she would enjoy the simplicity of them.
This brings us to the Authentic Vintage Gilnean Ceramic and Glass Glinean complete set. It is simple in sytle but designed to not betray it’s inherent regality. Much like it’s classic silver counterpart, it is sure to impress any guest. In speaking with my dearest Farah concerning tableware, she has also said that Gilneas was “too hearty for most fancy designs.” I do believe that this set in particular would be most appreciated by her, and the sum of 500 gold is most suitable given the previous familial history it has.
Please inform the individual that I would be more than happy to pay that sum as well as a severance charge for it, if it suits her. It will be going to a good Gilnean who will take very good care of the set. I would also like to extend an invitation to this individual to come visit me and my dearest Farah at our home in Stromgarde. Again, if it suits her.
I thank you for your diligence in finding these for me, and I, too, look forward to future business with you.
Aeden Ashwind, Owner and Proprietor of The Eagle Nest Tavern and Inn.
{A lovely night of business rp with @aranyaphoenix, @latildarommel and @silverashwind - thank you! You all are pro rpers, thank you for putting up with my slow ass replies. XD
And thank you Reyora Starweaver, whomever you were. Made me giggle. }
“I put no stock in religion, by the word “religion” I’ve seen the lunacy of fanatics of every denomination call it “the will of God”. I’ve seen too much religion in the eyes of too many murderers. Holiness is in right action and courage on behalf of those who can not defend themselves. And goodness, what God desires, is here (mind) and here (heart) and what you decide to do every day you’ll be a good man… or not.”
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“The Universe is very, very big. It also loves a paradox. For example, it has some extremely strict rules. Rule number one: Nothing lasts forever. Not you or your family or your house or your planet or the sun. It is an absolute rule. Therefore when someone says that their love will never die, it means that their love is not real, for everything that is real dies. Rule number two: Everything lasts forever.”
— Craig Ferguson, Between the Bridge and the River
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Aye, nothing lasts forever. And that is what makes everything, especially life, beautiful. It's the knowledge that one day- whether it be tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that -a life will end. A fire snuffed out. Leaving only ashes upon the wind. But "through death comes new life." As my late mother, Light bless her soul, once said to me. That, Varazsla, is what makes us at least, that much more special. No offense of course. Living for centuries upon centuries at a time is a marvelous act of creation. But I'd hate to live forever. It's a lonely existence, if you ask me. Too lonely.
Aeden, in response to a statement given to him in idle conversation with his friend Varazsla in Stormwind. @aranyaphoenix
“Elves of all kinds can live for millennia, with every chance to attain the ability to live forever. You see, it’s our greatest privilege and deepest pain to watch as the world changes, re-shapes itself constantly under our feet, and everything we hold precious inevitably meets its destruction before our eyes. A life like yours is fleeting, short, and when you die, I’ll be left missing you for who knows how long. To me, it will always seem that I’ve had so little time with you, my friend, no matter how long you live. Yet, there’s some comfort to knowing that neither anything precious, nor anything painful, is forever. Nothing is forever.”
— Aranya to her human friend Aeden, while in-disguise in Stormwind. @silverashwind
Aeden Ashwind looked out the window of his rented room at the picturesque Snug Harbor Inn of the bustling port capital of Boralus. Rain pattering against the glass in a rhythm that promoted the desire to sleep. But sleep would not come to him on this night, much like the nights before. Looking out over the harbor he can still vividly recall what happened that first night, even though the outcome of that night has long since been cleaned from his being.
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Aeden Ashwind looked out the window of his rented room at the picturesque Snug Harbor Inn of the bustling port capital of Boralus. Rain pattering against the glass in a rhythm that promoted the desire to sleep. But sleep would not come to him on this night, much like the nights before. Looking out over the harbor he can still vividly recall what happened that first night, even though the outcome of that night has long since been cleaned from his being.
The night started as any other night did. Him going through his nightly ritual of personal hygiene, a short glass of whiskey and a few moments of prayer before climbing into bed to rest. That was where the similarities ended. Sleep was not restful for him as it usually was. He tossed and turned, unable to relax. His mind plagued by disturbing thoughts and concerning images of creatures that either dwell in the furthest reaches of the depths or some other eldritch planet.
Sleep did take him, eventually. But when it did the horror of that night only grew. He dreamt he found himself as he was when he climbed into bed, but standing within a cave unlike any that he had known before. Where there should be rock and earth there was unnatural flesh and sinew. Stalactites and stalagmites were replaced with darkened, malicious, pointed teeth. He wasn’t even sure if the walls and ceiling were dripping with water or saliva. He was too frightened to do much outside of stand there in shock.
Then before him, a single, massive eye opened to gaze down upon him. Its glow was orange and eldritch and more terrible than the confines he found himself within. Then came a rumbling, omniscient voice.
“I have dreamed your destiny, mortal.”
“The hour is close at hand.”
Then he felt something grab hold of him. Dark, purple smoke coiled and wrapped around him before he was lifted up into the air before the eye.
“That which was sunken shall rise.”
Above him loomed a dark fissure, from which emerged an otherworldly spike that moved ever closer to him. The situation he found himself in sent more terror into him than the horrors of the Blood War he had witnessed. He struggled to free himself from the alien grasp but to no avail. He was fully at the mercy of whatever being held him aloft. All while the horrifying spike drifted closer to him.
“All that were sleeping... shall be awakened.”
“Recieve my gift and see all truths before you.”
The moment the spike touched his forehead he howled in pain, feeling it fuse whatever dark gift to his mind and body. He thrashed and kicked out to free himself from the pain, the terror, but nothing could save him. Then, as suddenly as it began, the dream ended. Waking up in a cold sweat he panted heavily. Reaching up with a hand he cautiously touched his forehead, afraid of discovering some unnatural growth for deformation. Sighing in relief when he found nothing.
Combing that same hand through his black hair he stood up from the bed and made his way over to a washbasin. Cupping some water in his hands and splashing his face before dabbing himself dry with a cloth towel. Taking a few more breaths he turned his head up to the mirror just above the washbasin and was met with the terrible visage of an alien crown upon his head. A crown made of flesh and sinew and darkened teeth. With an orange and eldritch eye set prominently in the center staring back at him.
The terrible events of that night will haunt him for the rest of his days, that he was certain of. Although he was now free of whatever corruption that unnatural being bestowed upon him we will never truly feel the same as he had before. Even as the patter of rain against his window urged him to give in to rest, he could not let himself fall prey to whatever dark being awaited him in that dark corner of the world.
