Re: An Ornately Decorated Hymnal.
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Esmi
Re: An Ornately Decorated Hymnal.
3/10
In my life I've had many perfect moments, I cannot deny that...
The perfect kiss, sunset, kill, hunt, annihilation,mercy, battle... And in time with practice my fellow Grim and I will obtain perfect assaults.
I have been following The Mandate as a member.... supplicant? Minion of The Grim nearing a year now... I have fought and healed alongside the strongest assets to the Horde whether it be annihilation of the Alliance, or large scale assaults.
The only thing I find regrettable in this past year was my capture disappearance in September to the filth that is Alliance. It has kept me from the promotion I feel I deserve. I will wait. I will not press the matter. I give more of my time, money, and help than many others.
Perhaps this will all be seen someday, so again, I state: I wait.
Athalia Esmira Sunstrider
In my life I've had many perfect moments, I cannot deny that...
The perfect kiss, sunset, kill, hunt, annihilation,mercy, battle... And in time with practice my fellow Grim and I will obtain perfect assaults.
I have been following The Mandate as a member.... supplicant? Minion of The Grim nearing a year now... I have fought and healed alongside the strongest assets to the Horde whether it be annihilation of the Alliance, or large scale assaults.
The only thing I find regrettable in this past year was my capture disappearance in September to the filth that is Alliance. It has kept me from the promotion I feel I deserve. I will wait. I will not press the matter. I give more of my time, money, and help than many others.
Perhaps this will all be seen someday, so again, I state: I wait.
Athalia Esmira Sunstrider
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Esmi
Re: An Ornately Decorated Hymnal.
3/11
The past constantly attacks the present through memory. This same past is what makes us who we are, it has formed our strengths and weaknesses... Those who say they have nothing, those who claim to have no ties to the past are in essence the weakest creatures. They have nothing to live for, die for- more importantly fight for. Without fight there is no room for you on the battlefield- your lack of a past- lack of ties- lack of who you are makes you weak. You lack the reflexes. I will let you die with the dogs we as Grim slaughter.
If you are not Grim, you are nothing.
You have no loyalty, no drive, you are a coward, and coming to us as your last resort. You want fame. We are not fame.
--Athalia Esmira Sunstrider
The past constantly attacks the present through memory. This same past is what makes us who we are, it has formed our strengths and weaknesses... Those who say they have nothing, those who claim to have no ties to the past are in essence the weakest creatures. They have nothing to live for, die for- more importantly fight for. Without fight there is no room for you on the battlefield- your lack of a past- lack of ties- lack of who you are makes you weak. You lack the reflexes. I will let you die with the dogs we as Grim slaughter.
If you are not Grim, you are nothing.
You have no loyalty, no drive, you are a coward, and coming to us as your last resort. You want fame. We are not fame.
--Athalia Esmira Sunstrider
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Esmi
Re: An Ornately Decorated Hymnal.
3/12
Turning on my stone at night before I rest tends to be quiet. Tonight however it seemed one of the supplicants had quite the odd things to ask and say. The subject of kissing was on her lips, and while I had attempted to change the course of the conversation, or subtly diffuse it, I found myself unable to.
"What is your opinion on undead love, Esmi?" Honestly now, this is not proper conversation for those who are immersed in war. I declined to state, brushing it off with a simple "I haven't formulated an opinion."
I once dated an undead- a forsaken woman. In the end she was no more than a whore who wanted to crawl to the warmth of any bed her cold body could find. I cannot blame it solely on her lack of warmth... I don't know. I have not thought on it since leaving her, and do not plan to think on it again.
I, however, feel slightly taken aback at the gossip and garbage that comes through Calixo's lips. She was, or is still a close acquaintance, which I can appreciate, but her course of conversation with Grim seems rather prepubescent.
Athalia Esmira Sunstrider
Turning on my stone at night before I rest tends to be quiet. Tonight however it seemed one of the supplicants had quite the odd things to ask and say. The subject of kissing was on her lips, and while I had attempted to change the course of the conversation, or subtly diffuse it, I found myself unable to.
"What is your opinion on undead love, Esmi?" Honestly now, this is not proper conversation for those who are immersed in war. I declined to state, brushing it off with a simple "I haven't formulated an opinion."
I once dated an undead- a forsaken woman. In the end she was no more than a whore who wanted to crawl to the warmth of any bed her cold body could find. I cannot blame it solely on her lack of warmth... I don't know. I have not thought on it since leaving her, and do not plan to think on it again.
I, however, feel slightly taken aback at the gossip and garbage that comes through Calixo's lips. She was, or is still a close acquaintance, which I can appreciate, but her course of conversation with Grim seems rather prepubescent.
Athalia Esmira Sunstrider
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Esmi
Re: An Ornately Decorated Hymnal.
3/14
I do not feel as if I fit well with The Grim sometimes... I am the same kind of puzzle piece, but my edges have been gnawed... I find anything said is challenged- though I suppose I do challenge others quite often...
Mostly, I think, is that outside of large scale assaults, and the occasional minor assaults, I feel very alone.... I've read and heard of many things they do- assaults, old ventures, hell... explorations and tasks... I just wish I was one invited on such trips.
--Athalia
I do not feel as if I fit well with The Grim sometimes... I am the same kind of puzzle piece, but my edges have been gnawed... I find anything said is challenged- though I suppose I do challenge others quite often...
Mostly, I think, is that outside of large scale assaults, and the occasional minor assaults, I feel very alone.... I've read and heard of many things they do- assaults, old ventures, hell... explorations and tasks... I just wish I was one invited on such trips.
--Athalia
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Esmi
Re: An Ornately Decorated Hymnal.
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3/15
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3/15
Fighting "fire with fire" is the worst idea in existence.
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Esmi
Re: An Ornately Decorated Hymnal.
3/16
Bugs seem to be tougher to kill these days. Considering however, that their faces are larger than my entire body, I will conclude in the end, it was a success. No one seemed particularly overjoyed with the idea of going against him so many times, but when all was said and done, we were elated when we had successfully executed him. Out small group was composed in a very unfortunate way, there were no up close damage dealers, we managed however...
I do not believe I have ever assaulted anything minor before tonight with our huntress, Nymare. She, at the very least was skilled, more than competent, and less intimidating than I had thought she would be. At the very least she put up with the short comings of our ill fitted group.
Kiara, on the other hand had an exceptionally rough time toward the end of our venture, as her armor was sub-par for the assault. All in the same I am rather proud of her advancement, competence, and will to fight on. She will make an exceptional vanguard once her armor is updated.
Athalia Esmira Sunstrider
Bugs seem to be tougher to kill these days. Considering however, that their faces are larger than my entire body, I will conclude in the end, it was a success. No one seemed particularly overjoyed with the idea of going against him so many times, but when all was said and done, we were elated when we had successfully executed him. Out small group was composed in a very unfortunate way, there were no up close damage dealers, we managed however...
I do not believe I have ever assaulted anything minor before tonight with our huntress, Nymare. She, at the very least was skilled, more than competent, and less intimidating than I had thought she would be. At the very least she put up with the short comings of our ill fitted group.
Kiara, on the other hand had an exceptionally rough time toward the end of our venture, as her armor was sub-par for the assault. All in the same I am rather proud of her advancement, competence, and will to fight on. She will make an exceptional vanguard once her armor is updated.
Athalia Esmira Sunstrider
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Esmi
Re: An Ornately Decorated Hymnal.
3/17
This page is full of black cross out lines words that could possibly be deciphered are "mage, dice, death," and "always". The bottom of the page seems slightly burnt and there seems to be blood thistle pressed between the pages.
This page is full of black cross out lines words that could possibly be deciphered are "mage, dice, death," and "always". The bottom of the page seems slightly burnt and there seems to be blood thistle pressed between the pages.
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Esmi
Re: An Ornately Decorated Hymnal.
3/20
Fel soaked dreams with smatterings of blood magic leave me breathless, in a panic... The shadows will no longer protect me, and the lips and arms I so often found comfort in are stiff and unmoving.
You might as well be dead.
You chatter to me sometimes, as if you had never uttered anything that night in Nagrand. You gave it no second though. It was a lie, you and I both know it.
Drugged, eyes closed- deep breaths- dark corners and passionate moments. You were just as the shadows you hide in- always shifting, always untouchable. You blamed your faults on whatever was closest. You barred your teeth and bit deep, drinking of my blood- unaware of when I passed out- you'd had your fill once I lay cold.
I remain Numb where you injected your venom.
I was not worried. She did not think twice. We were amazing. She has since lost the zest for life she once had. Falling into misery as I raise myself to be more than anyone ever asked for.
She falls away. I remain strong, noticing not her disappearance for my life... But the sudden void I feel without her.
Fel soaked dreams with smatterings of blood magic leave me breathless, in a panic... The shadows will no longer protect me, and the lips and arms I so often found comfort in are stiff and unmoving.
You might as well be dead.
You chatter to me sometimes, as if you had never uttered anything that night in Nagrand. You gave it no second though. It was a lie, you and I both know it.
All I dream is waking next to you..
Someday... I'll realize this was all a mistake.
Someday... I'll realize this was all a mistake.
Drugged, eyes closed- deep breaths- dark corners and passionate moments. You were just as the shadows you hide in- always shifting, always untouchable. You blamed your faults on whatever was closest. You barred your teeth and bit deep, drinking of my blood- unaware of when I passed out- you'd had your fill once I lay cold.
I remain Numb where you injected your venom.
She falls away. I remain strong, noticing not her disappearance for my life... But the sudden void I feel without her.
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Esmi
Re: An Ornately Decorated Hymnal.
Later 3.20
(You're just as I've presumed, a whore in sheep's clothing)
I should choke the oxygen from your lungs, the breath you seem to deny me.
The memories have kept me from laying you in the ground where you belong. However, they grow bitter, and I am ready to lay you to sleep. Your lies are evident, my strife was evident. You deny my plea.
You've scorned me, teased me for the last time... You shall have my love when and if you ever deserve it. So please, make up your mind. I will not wait for you.
I've regretted every time you lied, grinding my teeth on the truth. I no longer care for your thoughts on me, I have no more sympathy as you vanish away. Your memory fizzles with a glinting dream. Letting go of you will be -the- a hard-est- challenge, but I have a war to tend to. Blood will tend to the wounds you've left me, my lips will kiss the edge of blades while my voice becomes ensnared in a hymn- I will not surrender.
Athalia Esmira Sunstrider.
(You're just as I've presumed, a whore in sheep's clothing)
I should choke the oxygen from your lungs, the breath you seem to deny me.
The memories have kept me from laying you in the ground where you belong. However, they grow bitter, and I am ready to lay you to sleep. Your lies are evident, my strife was evident. You deny my plea.
You've scorned me, teased me for the last time... You shall have my love when and if you ever deserve it. So please, make up your mind. I will not wait for you.
I will not save you this time, you do not want it.
I've regretted every time you lied, grinding my teeth on the truth. I no longer care for your thoughts on me, I have no more sympathy as you vanish away. Your memory fizzles with a glinting dream. Letting go of you will be -the- a hard-est- challenge, but I have a war to tend to. Blood will tend to the wounds you've left me, my lips will kiss the edge of blades while my voice becomes ensnared in a hymn- I will not surrender.
Athalia Esmira Sunstrider.
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Esmi
Re: An Ornately Decorated Hymnal.
3/22
I have crossed out the eyes of every onlooker, and spit on the enemy for good luck. When the haze of battle breaks- I realize I am alone in the dangers of my own home.
Heartbeat and the drip, drip, dropping of rain do little to calm my lit veins.
"Get some rest" was whispered from every corner for weeks.
A priest, a healer, has lost her faith... there will be no vindication. There will be no revenge.
Just the blood matted to my mace, and the marks left over from repeated injury.
I have crossed out the eyes of every onlooker, and spit on the enemy for good luck. When the haze of battle breaks- I realize I am alone in the dangers of my own home.
Heartbeat and the drip, drip, dropping of rain do little to calm my lit veins.
"Get some rest" was whispered from every corner for weeks.
There is no rest for the wicked..
A priest, a healer, has lost her faith... there will be no vindication. There will be no revenge.
Just the blood matted to my mace, and the marks left over from repeated injury.
They will pay.
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Esmi
Re: An Ornately Decorated Hymnal.
(Tapmarks set on the side of the page, hesitant or annoyed is obvious.)
3/23
I do not grasp what is happening. I will not be led around like a dog, I will not trust unknowing of what lies ahead.
Sweetly spun webs caressed my skin, the possible poison from her lips makes my heart weak, my body weak.
I wish nothing more than to wake up.... Perhaps this will never be over, I have betrayed myself.
A thousand times over I wished her daggers to slice me, instead she gave me words. I am conflicted, so lost in this never ending world. Once I discover the question I will whisper the answer- when it is brought to me, I will be a force to be reckoned with.
I am not so strong as to hold the blade, I go into the darkness all the same. (I shall be the light.)
3/23
I do not grasp what is happening. I will not be led around like a dog, I will not trust unknowing of what lies ahead.
Sweetly spun webs caressed my skin, the possible poison from her lips makes my heart weak, my body weak.
I wish nothing more than to wake up.... Perhaps this will never be over, I have betrayed myself.
A thousand times over I wished her daggers to slice me, instead she gave me words. I am conflicted, so lost in this never ending world. Once I discover the question I will whisper the answer- when it is brought to me, I will be a force to be reckoned with.
I am not so strong as to hold the blade, I go into the darkness all the same. (I shall be the light.)
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Esmi
Re: An Ornately Decorated Hymnal.
(Covered in water stains, looks as if a glass of water has been spilled on this page. A faint smell of alcohol remains on the page.))
3/25
Boiling Blood makes the stoic bleed,
As the sycophant cries.
Fascinated with the whispers in your refuge,
Uninvited I remain...
I am aware this is not allowed...
Unfortunate that I had to be unworthy...
Your movements in the dark leave me shivering,
naked on your porch.
I will not linger.
3/25
Boiling Blood makes the stoic bleed,
As the sycophant cries.
Fascinated with the whispers in your refuge,
Uninvited I remain...
I am aware this is not allowed...
Unfortunate that I had to be unworthy...
Your movements in the dark leave me shivering,
naked on your porch.
I will not linger.
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Esmi
Re: An Ornately Decorated Hymnal.
3/26
Fearing the mutilated reaction
I become insecure.
Crawl away from the windows and doors.
You cannot be safe in a haven,
Made from predators who beg to consume.
Mend the wounds, scorch the earth.
The cure is so close....
(Too bad you're the disease.)
Fearing the mutilated reaction
I become insecure.
Crawl away from the windows and doors.
You cannot be safe in a haven,
Made from predators who beg to consume.
Mend the wounds, scorch the earth.
The cure is so close....
(Too bad you're the disease.)
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Esmi
Re: An Ornately Decorated Hymnal.
3/30
I clambered to my dresser, etching become all that I want to do when not assaulting with The Grim. Bragging rights have moved to the back of the pile, though the papers are often shifted around.
Meanwhile I have a mechanical yeti running around my estate, upsetting other pets of mine... I am concerned for it, as my clockwork robot might take a battle strategy to it...
We shall see.
I clambered to my dresser, etching become all that I want to do when not assaulting with The Grim. Bragging rights have moved to the back of the pile, though the papers are often shifted around.
Meanwhile I have a mechanical yeti running around my estate, upsetting other pets of mine... I am concerned for it, as my clockwork robot might take a battle strategy to it...
We shall see.