Salt In The Snow by Chilalli
Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 10:48 pm
Salt in the Snow
Chilalli - December 9, 2005
She was weak, too weak to be hunting these beasts, but she did
the best she could. She always enjoyed the company of her guild.
Of course, many times through the hunt, her thoughts wandered.
Watching Muatah... the strong Tauren and his beautifully deadly
white tiger. Deadly hunter with a beast to match. The Forsaken
mages and warlocks calling up the magic to destroy beings three
times their size with little to no effort. How did they do that,
being so fragile?
Then she saw her friend.. but who was he today? Salty or Stinker?
She couldn't be sure, but she always enjoyed watching him kill.
Licidion was the most talented rogue she had ever known in her
short time in the War. He sapped one beast then ran off to
another striking it down like a sapling. He was like a dancer
when he killed.. and his devotion to The Grim was unmatched.
Grainger gave the signal to end the hunt. Most of the Grim left
to handle their own affairs, but being the true leader he is,
Grainger offered to escort Snowfeather to Everlook. Hektar, the
strong orc shaman, also came along. Licidion charged ahead of
them all.. not saying a word but his intentions were clear.
Entering the snow covered pass, Snowfeather could hear her
mother's words in her mind. The Moonkin offering her shelter,
food and companionship. A new mother and child safe from the
extreme cold .. ironic. Snowfeather drowned out the voice with
her flask..
Arriving in Everlook, Snowfeather bartered with the Flightmaster
to stamp her book. He drove a hard bargain - it was not often a
greenhorn showed up this far out. She didn't mind. What was some
Kodo Stew and Cherry Grog to one who only eats dwarf and drinks
Darkmoon Reserve?
The group found a nice place to sit and reflect on the night on a
rotting, snow covered log.
The conversation started out friendly enough, but soon made
Snowfeather very uncomfortable.
Licidion, who was Salty at the moment, starting asking Grainger
about how the Forsaken came to be. How, if two personalities were
in one 'mind' could be separated. Things that made Snowfeather
flash back to the night in the Gallow's End when she had her
first encounter with the "odder", Stinker. That part of Licidion
she hated. Even hearing him speak about it in the snow made her
sick.
Grainger explained some aspects of being Forsaken, and of course,
Snowfeather drowned them out again.. too much thinking for her.
Grainger did that to her though. She admired him for it, but at
the same time he made her feel inferior with his demeanor and his
ability to destroy with the arcane.
Snowfeather tried to change the subject. She asked them both if
they remembered who they were before they changed.. it was a
fascination of hers. Thinking this subject would hold less pain
then the previous, she tucked away her flask.
Grainger was brought up in Dalaran with the wizards. That made
sense to her. He was probably the most intellectual Forsaken she
had met outside of Maledictus.. and that made him dangerous.
Grainger spoke of his hatred for the wizards there and his goals
involving their complete destruction... all noble and justified
to Snowfeather.
Licidion started to ramble. It wasn't long before the flask came
out again.. the words he spoke filled her heart with remorse and
sorrow.. the tale of death, entrapment and insanity were a little
too much for her.
Had Abric really assisted Licidion in their mutual deaths? Did
they really starve to death in that house for the insane or was
this a fantasy of a touched mind?
Snowfeather didn't have time to press the issue. Licidion tossed
himself from the log backwards in a seizure. He lay in the snow
for some time muttering incoherently... and then he woke. Angry
and screaming about squirrels, he attacked a guard..
Before he killed him, Licidion ran like someone on fire out the
front gate of Everlook with the Grims in pursuit.
They found him babbling and walking in circles about a mile from
Everlook. Without warning, he attacked Snowfeather... screaming
"KILL de squirrels!! Kill dem ALL!"...
It must have been his fragile state, but Snowfeather easily beat
him into submission. He sat in the snow, pouting and mumbling
about acorns. Snowfeather removed her wolf mask, and like a child
seeing a rainbow for the first time, Licidion looked up and 'saw'
her.
"What are we doing out here?" He asked.
"Nothing." Grainger answered cooly. "Let us make our way back to
Everlook, aye?".
They returned to their log, but none of them made mention of what
happened. Snowfeather knew she wouldn't ask Licidion again about
his past.. but she did make a note to speak to Abric.
Snowfeather sat down on the log and took out her flask once
again...
Chilalli - December 9, 2005
She was weak, too weak to be hunting these beasts, but she did
the best she could. She always enjoyed the company of her guild.
Of course, many times through the hunt, her thoughts wandered.
Watching Muatah... the strong Tauren and his beautifully deadly
white tiger. Deadly hunter with a beast to match. The Forsaken
mages and warlocks calling up the magic to destroy beings three
times their size with little to no effort. How did they do that,
being so fragile?
Then she saw her friend.. but who was he today? Salty or Stinker?
She couldn't be sure, but she always enjoyed watching him kill.
Licidion was the most talented rogue she had ever known in her
short time in the War. He sapped one beast then ran off to
another striking it down like a sapling. He was like a dancer
when he killed.. and his devotion to The Grim was unmatched.
Grainger gave the signal to end the hunt. Most of the Grim left
to handle their own affairs, but being the true leader he is,
Grainger offered to escort Snowfeather to Everlook. Hektar, the
strong orc shaman, also came along. Licidion charged ahead of
them all.. not saying a word but his intentions were clear.
Entering the snow covered pass, Snowfeather could hear her
mother's words in her mind. The Moonkin offering her shelter,
food and companionship. A new mother and child safe from the
extreme cold .. ironic. Snowfeather drowned out the voice with
her flask..
Arriving in Everlook, Snowfeather bartered with the Flightmaster
to stamp her book. He drove a hard bargain - it was not often a
greenhorn showed up this far out. She didn't mind. What was some
Kodo Stew and Cherry Grog to one who only eats dwarf and drinks
Darkmoon Reserve?
The group found a nice place to sit and reflect on the night on a
rotting, snow covered log.
The conversation started out friendly enough, but soon made
Snowfeather very uncomfortable.
Licidion, who was Salty at the moment, starting asking Grainger
about how the Forsaken came to be. How, if two personalities were
in one 'mind' could be separated. Things that made Snowfeather
flash back to the night in the Gallow's End when she had her
first encounter with the "odder", Stinker. That part of Licidion
she hated. Even hearing him speak about it in the snow made her
sick.
Grainger explained some aspects of being Forsaken, and of course,
Snowfeather drowned them out again.. too much thinking for her.
Grainger did that to her though. She admired him for it, but at
the same time he made her feel inferior with his demeanor and his
ability to destroy with the arcane.
Snowfeather tried to change the subject. She asked them both if
they remembered who they were before they changed.. it was a
fascination of hers. Thinking this subject would hold less pain
then the previous, she tucked away her flask.
Grainger was brought up in Dalaran with the wizards. That made
sense to her. He was probably the most intellectual Forsaken she
had met outside of Maledictus.. and that made him dangerous.
Grainger spoke of his hatred for the wizards there and his goals
involving their complete destruction... all noble and justified
to Snowfeather.
Licidion started to ramble. It wasn't long before the flask came
out again.. the words he spoke filled her heart with remorse and
sorrow.. the tale of death, entrapment and insanity were a little
too much for her.
Had Abric really assisted Licidion in their mutual deaths? Did
they really starve to death in that house for the insane or was
this a fantasy of a touched mind?
Snowfeather didn't have time to press the issue. Licidion tossed
himself from the log backwards in a seizure. He lay in the snow
for some time muttering incoherently... and then he woke. Angry
and screaming about squirrels, he attacked a guard..
Before he killed him, Licidion ran like someone on fire out the
front gate of Everlook with the Grims in pursuit.
They found him babbling and walking in circles about a mile from
Everlook. Without warning, he attacked Snowfeather... screaming
"KILL de squirrels!! Kill dem ALL!"...
It must have been his fragile state, but Snowfeather easily beat
him into submission. He sat in the snow, pouting and mumbling
about acorns. Snowfeather removed her wolf mask, and like a child
seeing a rainbow for the first time, Licidion looked up and 'saw'
her.
"What are we doing out here?" He asked.
"Nothing." Grainger answered cooly. "Let us make our way back to
Everlook, aye?".
They returned to their log, but none of them made mention of what
happened. Snowfeather knew she wouldn't ask Licidion again about
his past.. but she did make a note to speak to Abric.
Snowfeather sat down on the log and took out her flask once
again...