#medeisi

"Strike!" The call echoed off the stone and moss covered walls of the small training area in Darnassus. A class of eleven Kaldorei, and one human did their greatest to keep with the comman, lashing out with a smooth strike. "Medeisi! You are not striking fully!" The female instructor approached the human, barking at the mage in Darnassian. Medeisi responded as politely as she could, sweat lining her brow. "I am striking Ma'am. How may I strike better?" The instructor huffed and corrected her posture, and slowly walked her through a strike. When Medeisi tried again, she failed in the eyes of the instructor once more.  She sighed and shook her head, pointing to a private mat. "Stand there and practice. One hundred strikes should teach you how to not fail in this task." Medeisi bowed to her instructor and went to the spot, her body repeating from memory... Strike, retract, guard, strike again... It was almost meditation worthy for her. She closed her eyes as she continued to strike, thinking back on past events. She'd been training here with the Elves for a few hours every morning... A part of her therapy to keep sober. If she is busy in the mornings, then she will be far safer from falling once more. It had its other benefits though... Her body had began to become far more toned, and as much as this pleased her for when she'd show off her midrift, it paled compared to how it helped her courage and fighting abilities. The memory of her decapitating the forsaken rushed to her mind, a slight grin as she continued her strikes. She had felt amazing when she ended the abominations life... It felt better then being safe and alone in a tower. She felt her strikes straighten out, and gain a certain precision to them... Her instructor slowly counted out her strikes for her, she was up to thirty six--- well thirty seven now... Strike... Retract... Defend... Strike... The memories of her time spent with Rosilyn began to flirt across her mind, teasing her with images of time the two had spent alone. She grinned sharply, and she felt her muscles renew somewhat from their soreness. She'd been enjoying company with Rosilyn often now... And every day spent with her was better then the last. She was a kind woman, caring in every regards... And Medeisi placed every ounce of her trust in her. Strike... Retract... Defend... Strike... The instructor raised her voice as she hit eighty, she was close to finishing now. Her strikes began to feel like part of her, as natural to her as breathing now. She needed to find a way to bring this style into her combat magics... A way that she could be someone to take the charge and keep the focus on her. She did not wish to repeat watching Rosilyn, Waggner, or any of the other being harmed again. She lashed out with her final strike as her instructer reached one hundred. Slowly she walked to Medeisi as the mage kept her eyes closed and exhaled. The elf's hands clasped over Medeisi's and she opened her eyes blinkig. "Calm my Wolf blooded sister." Medeisi's eyes stared in disbelief at the claw like shape her hands had formed, not fully having changed... Yet not fully human. It seemed caught in a limbo, and it should have hurt... Naturally, the pain began to come slowly and she began cursing before her skin and bone slid back into its natural positions. "That was... Disturbing." Her mouth felt dry as she spoke, looking to her Instructor. The elf simply shrugged and smiled. "Perhaps it is a sign... That two need to become one?" Medeisi looked at her hands and frowned before shaking her head and standing. "And more lesson's Shando?" The instructor sighed and waved her away. "No... Go flirt with your doomsday magic." Medeisi smirked as she picked up her robes. "Actually... Its time for my Violin lessons. Nice try though."

Medeisi sat at her dinning table, a almost empty bottle of absinthe complimenting the group of empty bottles already sitting upon the tabletop. Medeisi lounged back in her chair, nursing the final glass of absinthe in her hands. Her hair was tied back, the long tail of it reaching down to the ground. Her robes discarded upon the couch from her hasty return. She closed her eyes lightly as she felt the front portion of her mind begin to numb heavily, she knew soon she would be fast asleep in her chair once more... Dreaming sweetly of nights past, and drinks had. "... This is it then? Almost twenty five years... And nothing but a drunken mage? No changing the world? No boldly going where none have gone before? No adventure?" The voice came light and childlike, and it sounded so very familiar to her. Her eyes opened slowly and looked around her home, attempting to spot the intruder... Living, or hallucination. She found the figure quick enough, sitting in a mirror, staring back at her was younger version of herself. The younger version was clad in a shirt, vest, and simple linen pants... Her favored attire for "Adventuring" around the lighthouse and islands. She stared at Medeisi with calm little mix-matched eyes.  "... You are one to talk... You let me become this." Medeisi lips twitched into a smile as the younger version simply shakes her head. "I'm still innocent, you're the one with blame. I just wanted to grow up strong and leave the walls... Find the world Matthew talked about. If I wasn't you right now, I could have been many things..."Her imaged shifted in the mirror and it showed Medeisi, a archmage insignia upon her robes along with a bold Kirin Tor tabard."Of course, becoming part of the esteemed Kirin Tor, let alone a archmage, would require you to put down the bottle, and let more then the Order tell you what to do." Medeisi scoffed before speaking. "The Kirin Tor don't appreciate Gilneans... Its unlikely they'd accept my talent. Besides I couldn't do mostly anything I wished." She took a sip of her drink as she watched the image shake its head. A hand raising as it shifted once more, clad in the vestments of a priestess of the light. A staff with a angelic figure upon it sits in her hands, and a gold trimmed book is attached to her hip. What then of a priestess? It is not impossible you know... If you'd have devoted a little time to the sermons I am certain I could have became this... Inspiring people through words, healing and mending the sick and wounded. You may have even been able to help when Matthew had grown ill." Medeisi rolled her eyes as she took a swig. "Me? A priestess? I must have been more naive then I originally thought." She watched the image shift once more, the once heavenly regalia became replaced with roes with bark and leaves sewn into it. A crown of fig branches adorn her head and she stands amongst various critters, fawns, squirrels, birds... All seemed happy to be around her. "What of a harvest witch then? We always had a way with animals... Remember when you'd sing to the gulls from the top of the lighthouse? You could have been like Liz... Shifting into a bird, a feline, a bear... You could have devoted your life to preserving the balance of nature." Medeisi took another sip of her bottle. "We both know I've no talent for such a thing... Arcane and nature shouldn't mix." She watched the figure shift again, this time the leaves and bark lost their color, turning to a silver polish and straightened out into a suit of armor. Her long hair became tied in multiple places, kept so that it would stay out of her way. Her staff turned to a sword in her hands, a longsword of fine Gilnean craftsmanship. "You could've fought... We've always had the spirit of a fighter... Until we lost it in the drink that is. Matthew taught us how to use a sword, and we were damnably good at it. I mean, sure we had rough edges in our style, but training could have changed that." Medeisi took another loving sip of her glass. "We both know that's a lie. I mean sure but... Matthew would have never allowed it." She grinned as it took shape again... But this time she frowned, watching the armor turn to cloth with skulls and dark green gems glowing sewn upon it. Dark circle appeared under her eyes, and a green ring around each of her iris'. Her skin had became unnaturally pale, and tied to her hip sat a viscous looking green sword. A felhunter prowled at the base of the image, its tendrils snapping at the air greedily. "Then let us talk of what we will become... Our soul will be sold so you will not fear, so you will feel reason with your life once more. You befriended Aldouis, I do not fault this... But we must not become him. It is easy though isn't it? So much power... And I doubt any will blame you shall you make a good enough excuse." For once Medeisi did not have a come back, she instead sat there with her mouth agape as the image let out a dark laugh and began to shift once more. The robes diapered, and instead Medeisi appeared in a humble dress, with a child in her arms. Leon stood next to her with his arm around her. There was no tattoo, no false bravado, just a sense of serene joy and happiness. She felt her blood begin to boil as the image taunted her once more. All these lost chances simply because we couldn't become this. Pathetic." The reflection had no chance to continue its assault of Medeisi as the glass of absinthe collided with the mirror, shattering it into hundreds of pieces. Medeisi stood, glaring at where the mirror had one time been. Slowly she made her way to her bedroom, to find some comfort in the abyss of sleep... For she was tired. Tired, of all of this.