#vargoth

Following @rurukatt ‘s amazing prompt list and idea for doing all things Draenei (found here), I will be doing some writing things for my wonderful Fire-slinging Draenei; Avaine Terrakostas.

(A Letter to Someone)

Dear Archmage Vargoth,

I hope this letter finds you well! I am writing to you now from the Exodar, I am currently visiting my family, as is tradition, on the 5th of the Month of Seeds our people gather to celebrate the longest day of the year. Even if,, here on Azeroth the longest day is several months later. Never mind! Tradition! 

This a 3 week long celebration, and as such, I will not be able to attend classes during this time. Yes, I will try and read through the tome you gave me “Rudimentary Arcanic Spells of Fire and Frost.” and do some rune writing as well, but my 60+ members of family and friends will no doubt be asking me how life is in Dalaran, and want to see how their bright girl has been doing.

Urgh. No matter. I will try and get some photos with the camera you got me! I am still loving it, ever since you got me it for the First Year graduations.

Until we meet again Master!

Yours sincerely,

Name: Vargoth

Gender: Male

Mated: No

Hatchlings: No

Date of Birth: 12/14/2024

Birth Flight: Wind

Species: Aether

Genetics:

Eldritch/Cinder

Eldritch/Flair

Eldritch/Space

Common Eyes

Bio:

Name: Vargoth

Gender: Male

Mated: No

Hatchlings: No

Date of Birth: 06/28/2024

Birth Flight: Shadow

Species: Spiral

Genetics:

Eldritch/Crystal

Silver/Constellation

Dust/Opal

Glowing Eyes

Bio:

Main Directive: Gather Wildwood Resources

That was all he was asked to do, and Vargoth did it well. The scientists who created him crowed over his numbers. He was their most productive machine by hundreds. As proud of him as they were, though, they didn't keep up with repairs. They couldn't. The business was strapped for cash. So, slowly, pieces started to break down. One of the first to go was his responder. They had no idea where he was now, but that didn't matter. He always came back with his claws and storage sections full.

But then the business collapsed. They were supposed to be able to recall their machines with the responders, or at least be able to geo-locate them and track them- But not Vargoth. The scientists waited as long as they possibly could but, in the end, they had to abandon their pride and joy.

He didn't know.

Only three days later he returned, shifting his gathered materials so that he could press his palm against the scanner. There was no green light, no beeping of entrance, no lights or sounds at all.

He tried again. A third time. Fourth, fifth, sixth- It was well into the night before Vargoth pulled away.

He stared blankly at the scanner, the fans in his skull whirling as he tried to understand. He pressed his right hand, the door opened, he deposited his goods. That was how it was always done. How he knew it worked.

His first independent thought. He shifted the materials to his right hand and tried the left palm. Nothing. He tried again. Then he tried both of his feet. Nothing.

He stepped back, his head tilted.

It took a whole week for him to finally leave the building. He deposited his finds in front of the door before taking off on his new gathering mission.

It took three months for him to stop leaving material at the door.

It's been years now since he abandoned his directive. His finish is starting to peel, there are scratches and dents in his metal hide that hadn't been there before. Many of his parts have given out and he had to learn to fix them himself or do without.

But… perhaps he is happy. He is content? He no longer feels the incessant drive of his directive anymore. Instead he fills his days with exploring the woods he had once plundered. The directive, the scientists, even the building he had called home no longer called to him as they once did.

This morning he had hidden himself in the leaf litter on the ground so that he can watch the newly born barkback boars take their first steps into the world.