My Unintended Absence
Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 3:01 am
Through this writing I hope to either regain my lost memories, or at least keep track of what has happened in the last week or so. My sense of time is a bit hazy, my mind still clouded as I struggle to make sense of who I used to be. Whether or not I go back to her remains to be seen.
Several days ago, I woke to find myself lying in mud, staring up at the green canopy of a jungle. I do not know how long I had been there, how I had gotten there, or, worst of all, who I was. My head pounded with pain, so much so that I could clearly hear my heartbeat, and my vision was blurred around the edges. Slowly, I climbed to my hooves, and picked a direction to walk. I'm certain I made quite a sight, a nude, mud covered Tauren trudging through a vibrant jungle. I tried my hardest to remember something, anything about myself, but there were only bits and pieces that flashed in my mind, none that made any sort of sense when strung together. I could feel the sun's rays on me as I walked, the warmth and light wrapping about me, easing the pain and clearing some of the fog from my mind, and so I followed, trusting that the Sun would lead me to where I was supposed to be.
Eventually, I came into a clearing, a dock of sorts, with a ship pulling into port. There were all manner of beings here, dressed in different styles of clothing, none of which registered in my mind, except the blue and gold lion's head banner near what I assumed to be a merchant. There, a Dwarf was arguing over a slightly muddy tabard, black adorned with a red hooded skull. A sort of peaceful rage filled me, empowered by the sun's glow, and I remembered what that tabard stood for. I knew where I needed to go- but first, I needed to see what else that disgusting Dwarf had that was most likely mine. The nearest weapon I could find was a wooden plank, but it did a good enough job I believe. I remember them shouting something, calling for help, something ruuki something, over and over, even as I bashed their heads in.
Ruuki. I liked the sound of that. I had no clue what it meant, and I frankly did not care. It struck fear into their hearts, the shout of it either sent them fleeing or coming to me with weapons drawn. It would serve as a name.
I scavenged the port, finding bits of my belongings here and there, armor at the blacksmith waiting to be smelted, some puny Human wielding what I remembered was my sword. I remembered not the names, but the fights, the crafting, the memories that led to my belongings. I remembered my friends, companions I considered as close as family, but like my belongings, I did not know what their names were, I only remembered details- the Pandaren who always smelled of the brews he crafted, the Orc with the massive shoulders, who couldn't hold his drink, the Blood Elf whose wisdom guided us when hunting the enemy, and the Forsaken who took delight in slaughtering these lesser beings, these Alliance. I wanted to pull the tabard on- I felt naked, alone without it, but I knew that I did not have that right, not yet anyhow. I needed to make amends first, to find out if I was still worthy of wearing it. And for that, I needed to return to where I was supposed to be.
I needed to return home.
Several days ago, I woke to find myself lying in mud, staring up at the green canopy of a jungle. I do not know how long I had been there, how I had gotten there, or, worst of all, who I was. My head pounded with pain, so much so that I could clearly hear my heartbeat, and my vision was blurred around the edges. Slowly, I climbed to my hooves, and picked a direction to walk. I'm certain I made quite a sight, a nude, mud covered Tauren trudging through a vibrant jungle. I tried my hardest to remember something, anything about myself, but there were only bits and pieces that flashed in my mind, none that made any sort of sense when strung together. I could feel the sun's rays on me as I walked, the warmth and light wrapping about me, easing the pain and clearing some of the fog from my mind, and so I followed, trusting that the Sun would lead me to where I was supposed to be.
Eventually, I came into a clearing, a dock of sorts, with a ship pulling into port. There were all manner of beings here, dressed in different styles of clothing, none of which registered in my mind, except the blue and gold lion's head banner near what I assumed to be a merchant. There, a Dwarf was arguing over a slightly muddy tabard, black adorned with a red hooded skull. A sort of peaceful rage filled me, empowered by the sun's glow, and I remembered what that tabard stood for. I knew where I needed to go- but first, I needed to see what else that disgusting Dwarf had that was most likely mine. The nearest weapon I could find was a wooden plank, but it did a good enough job I believe. I remember them shouting something, calling for help, something ruuki something, over and over, even as I bashed their heads in.
Ruuki. I liked the sound of that. I had no clue what it meant, and I frankly did not care. It struck fear into their hearts, the shout of it either sent them fleeing or coming to me with weapons drawn. It would serve as a name.
I scavenged the port, finding bits of my belongings here and there, armor at the blacksmith waiting to be smelted, some puny Human wielding what I remembered was my sword. I remembered not the names, but the fights, the crafting, the memories that led to my belongings. I remembered my friends, companions I considered as close as family, but like my belongings, I did not know what their names were, I only remembered details- the Pandaren who always smelled of the brews he crafted, the Orc with the massive shoulders, who couldn't hold his drink, the Blood Elf whose wisdom guided us when hunting the enemy, and the Forsaken who took delight in slaughtering these lesser beings, these Alliance. I wanted to pull the tabard on- I felt naked, alone without it, but I knew that I did not have that right, not yet anyhow. I needed to make amends first, to find out if I was still worthy of wearing it. And for that, I needed to return to where I was supposed to be.
I needed to return home.