Living up to standards
Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 3:55 pm
The sound of Tecuns thick nail tapping against the rock beneath him merged with the bubbling of several cauldrons in the back. Aside from this motion, Tecun could've been made of stone, as he sat staring into the blackness beyond.
He'd taken shelter here, a small one in a series of caves just outside of Orgrimmar, after last nights beating in the arena. While applying the healing salves to his bruised body, he'd been forced to admit to himself that his gladiator days were over. Old age had taken it's due, and where once he'd blocked many a jab, the movements of rogues these days were increasingly hard to follow, while young minds were coming up with new tricks and strategies to use every day...
Well, if he couldn't be of use fighting, he'ld make sure the mandate was served in other ways. That would mean more potions, elixirs and flasks for the Horde, and wasn't he preparing new warbringers already to take his place? He'd been so proud of Xurek, the day she had fully accepted her responsibility to the Grim.
A nagging doubt had assaulted him there.What of the others? Tezrius, the death knight that had boasted of his own power, had gone missing, presumed dead on his assignment. Fierce Jin'sa had been full of promise, until all of a sudden she too had disappeared. Only yesterday he was approached by a Revantusk, saying Jin'sa lay dying in their village. He'ld have to fly out there, and soon. And what of Marrowen? The priestess light had shone brightly in Ironforge, but where was she now?
Tecun became uncomfortably aware he had no idea where the woman was. And that with Nymare stepping up as the new high Inquisitor. The elf's ambition would demand excellence as a bare minimum for herself and everyone under her wing, and woe to those that did not live up to her standards. Time was running out. He'ld offer to take on more minions, but before that, he would have to show he could handle them.
Biting down of an expensive sacred mushroom, Tecun started a jerky dance. The beat of his bare feet against the stone matched that of his pulse, as he droned wordless sounds in the back of his throat. A leap into the air, and his dance stopped, as did his heartbeat. He cried: "Ancient spirits of the Darkspear, hear my plea! For the sake of our tribe, I must now ask you to find one not under your protection! Guide me spirits, show me Marrowen, show me the priestess..." With these words, Tecun fell into a deep trance.
He'd taken shelter here, a small one in a series of caves just outside of Orgrimmar, after last nights beating in the arena. While applying the healing salves to his bruised body, he'd been forced to admit to himself that his gladiator days were over. Old age had taken it's due, and where once he'd blocked many a jab, the movements of rogues these days were increasingly hard to follow, while young minds were coming up with new tricks and strategies to use every day...
Well, if he couldn't be of use fighting, he'ld make sure the mandate was served in other ways. That would mean more potions, elixirs and flasks for the Horde, and wasn't he preparing new warbringers already to take his place? He'd been so proud of Xurek, the day she had fully accepted her responsibility to the Grim.
A nagging doubt had assaulted him there.What of the others? Tezrius, the death knight that had boasted of his own power, had gone missing, presumed dead on his assignment. Fierce Jin'sa had been full of promise, until all of a sudden she too had disappeared. Only yesterday he was approached by a Revantusk, saying Jin'sa lay dying in their village. He'ld have to fly out there, and soon. And what of Marrowen? The priestess light had shone brightly in Ironforge, but where was she now?
Tecun became uncomfortably aware he had no idea where the woman was. And that with Nymare stepping up as the new high Inquisitor. The elf's ambition would demand excellence as a bare minimum for herself and everyone under her wing, and woe to those that did not live up to her standards. Time was running out. He'ld offer to take on more minions, but before that, he would have to show he could handle them.
Biting down of an expensive sacred mushroom, Tecun started a jerky dance. The beat of his bare feet against the stone matched that of his pulse, as he droned wordless sounds in the back of his throat. A leap into the air, and his dance stopped, as did his heartbeat. He cried: "Ancient spirits of the Darkspear, hear my plea! For the sake of our tribe, I must now ask you to find one not under your protection! Guide me spirits, show me Marrowen, show me the priestess..." With these words, Tecun fell into a deep trance.