Filed under: IC
Another cloudy, snowy day in Icecrown slowly came to an end.
A lone dwarf sat in a tent, busy writing out letter after letter, each of them soon put into a black envelope. He didn’t particularly enjoy his job, but it was a necessary one – he was the messenger, the bringer of heartbreak and sorrow to thousands of homes so far. He had spent the entire day working his way down a list, before finally nearing the bottom.
“Cause of Death: Friendly Fire”
He let out a grumble, slowly shaking his head. Friendly fire – what a way to go. It was one thing to be killed in action, fighting for what you believed in. Friendly fire was one of the worst possible deaths one could suffer, regardless of faction. The dwarf sighed, rubbing his eyes. From what he knew, the man had a family too, children even. He often wondered what became of them, exactly what happened to families who lost a parent to war.
The entrance to the tent opened up, a tauren stepping through to drop off another piece of paper. Though he thought it may have been yet another list of those killed in action, it instead gave the specifications of this single death. It was to be a simple training exercise, nothing more. One of the recruits got nervous, jittery, and misfired. The medics estimated he had been killed instantly, though it was hard to find solace in such a thing.
The dwarf finished writing the letter before slipping it into its own black envelope, sealing it. On the front, in plain letters, he wrote the name of the deceased.
“Zengu”
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If you couldn’t guess by now, I’m killing off Zengu in preparation of Cataclysm. I’ll be rerolling him as an undead hunter, something extremely hard to resist when you have someone like Nathanos Blightcaller as an example. Due to it being an entirely different character (no, Zengu isn’t going to come back from the dead. He’s perma-dead), I’ll likely be closing this blog and opening an entirely new one, just to give me some place to put that writings for that character.
Filed under: OOC
Loaded a truck today, and my only packages were boxes of candy. Peppermint, to be exact. The truck smelled sooo damn good.
Best. Night. Ever.
Filed under: OOC
Been a while, for those of you who still read.
First of all, Aestiah has brought back her blog of awesomeness. URL has changed but the name is the same (you’ll find the link under my… well, list of links). Give it a look.
Second, Lanuria and Varendil have a rather hilarious blog together called Roleplayer’s Lament. It’s proven to be rather hilarious – give it a read if you ever need a laugh.
“You… want me to spar with you. With arrows.”
“Mhm. Is there a problem with that, Zengu?”
“N-No, sir. It’s just… I could understand sparring with fists or weapons. But… I use arrows. I can’t really… you know, control that nearly as well as a weapon.”
“And?”
“…you really want to do this?”
“Of course. Ready when you are.”
Both combatants took their respective places on opposite sides of the Argent Coliseum, Zengu on one end, Eadric on the other. The troll nervously fiddled with his bowstring, still uneasy.
“You’re sure you want to do this, sir?”
“I’m more than capable of healing myself if you get a bit too rough, Zengu. Now come on, show me a good fight.”
A soft sigh came from the troll, the silence between the two men broken only by the sound of an arrow being nocked. Wood and sinew alike groaned under the strain as Zengu pulled the drawstring back, taking aim at Eadric… and released, the missile flying towards the paladin at fatal speeds. Smiling slightly, Eadric rolled out of the way of the arrow, watching it stick into the walls of the Coliseum.
“Too slow, Zengu. Too slow… and you can’t afford to be slow when it comes time for the assault on Icecrown Citadel. Keep go-”
The whistling of a volley of arrows quickly grabbed the paladin’s attention, quickly pulling his shield in front of him and blocking them, three arrows stuck in the steel. By the time Eadric had looked from his shield up to Zengu, another arrow was already headed towards him, one glowing an unearthly green. Pain ripped through his body as the arrow struck his leg, the poison spreading rapidly throughout his body. Grimacing, the paladin gave himself a small heal before looking up at his sparring partner.
“You learn quick, Scourgestalker.”
“Only from the best.”
“You certainly know how to flatter an old man, don’t you?”
Offering the troll a slight small, the paladin soon broke out into a sprint, charging headlong at him and throwing his shield at the hunter and dazing him, leaving Zengu seeing stars. The troll stumbled backwards, catching himself on the walls of the Coliseum, attempting to regain his senses. As his vision slowly began to clear, Eadric filled his sight, the paladin running at him.
It was then that he did what he had been trained to do – he played dead. Collapsing to the ground, Zengu’s breathing and pulse gradually slowed until they were nearly nonexistant. Eadric’s charge came to a crawl, the paladin walking over to the troll.
“Zengu? Are you alright? Would you like a break perhaps?”
The hunter’s eyes flew open, a grin on his face as he leaped up and past the paladin’s back, shooting him square in the shoulder with another arrow. The paladin grimaced and quickly waved his hands, ending the fight.
“That’s enough, Zengu. You did good… agh, I’m gonna go get this taken care of. Go rest.”
Nodding, the troll hung his bow over his back and left the Coliseum, smiling with satisfaction at his performance.
I’m not so bad at this after all.
Filed under: OOC
I apologize once more for the lack of posts. I recently entered a relationship with a close friend, so I’ve still sort of been getting used to having a girlfriend in my life once more. She also RPs Zengu’s mate, so yes, she does help with some of the content of this site.
Stay tuned for more. I’ll post soon. Promise!
Filed under: IC
Damnit, why do I have so much going on?
To say Zengu had been busy would be putting it lightly. In addition to finding a mate and a home, he had been busy with his work with the Argent Crusade and was now going to be a father. He had so much he still needed to do! People to tell, places to go…
“Lanuria. Need to tell Lanu- wait, no. Bad. Baaddd idea.”
Shit, she’s still trying to have a kid, isn’t she? Maybe I shouldn’t tell her…
“Umm… Calendre? Could tell her. I’ll have to track her down.”
Maybe ask her for advice. She’s a parent, she ought to have some tips.
“I… think that’s it.”
One of the guards off in the distance waved at him and chuckled.
“Talkin’ ta yerself again, eh Zengu?”
The troll chuckled nervously at the dwarf and gave him a single nod before riding off. He had other matters to attend to… like how the hell he was going to take care of his new family.
Filed under: IC
It had been a quiet night at the Legerdemain Lounge. It usually was these days, what with things in Icecrown and all.
“Damn Crusade is killin’ business,” the barkeep grumbled to himself. But something on the counter caught his eye. Laying flat on the counter, under a glass of water, was a letter – envelope and all. Cautiously picking it up, the barkeep gave it a look over. It was extremely simple, save for the outside of it, the envelope bearing a single ‘K’. His curiosity getting the better of him, the barkeep slowly tore open the envelope and began to read the contents of it.
Kamillia,
I don’t know when you’ll get this letter, if ever. But I pray you do.
I’d like to see you again. I miss you.
-Z
I apologize for the lack of updates. I’ve been dealing with several major events, both IC and OOC.
I’ll try to get a new post out when I can.
It wasn’t really anything special on the outside – just an abandoned troll hut, north of Revantusk in the Hinterlands.
But regardless of appearance, it was something special to him. Something he had never had.
It was home.
“…man, never thought I’d be doing this. Houseshopping, sheesh.”
Life had changed rapidly for the troll, so much so that he needed a place to live if he wanted to take things further. Not only had he gotten a promotion within the Argent Crusade, but he now had Kekek to care for, as well as a certain troll girl on his mind.
A quick glance around the room revealed it to be quite bare – not surprising, given the condition of the rest of the hut.
“Gods, Lanuria would have a fieldday decorating in here. I just hope it’s nothing over the top.”
For now, thoughts of the future would have to wait. Letters had to be mailed, and with that in mind, the troll ran off to Revantusk. And yet, some thoughts still lingered.
Kamillia, where are you?
Lost within the frozen wastes of Icecrown, the shape of a troll lay curled in the snow, his gun cast aside. Hot tears melted the snow around him as he lay sobbing and staring up at the snowy sky.
“I can’t… I can’t even fucking kill myself. Can’t even do that. I’m worthless.”
The troll rolled onto his side and grabbed a handful of snow, rubbing it between his fingers as he thought of fonder memories.
He thought of Lanuria. His first real friend and likely his closest, even if she never talked to him anymore. He thought of their talks by the sign post in the Farstriders’ Enclave, and of their “Gum Ghoul” conversation in the Bazaar. He thought of how she got him into the Argent Crusade and helped guide him to where he was today. He thought of his growing interest in her and how it steadily declined. But most of all, he missed her laughter. Lanuria had always been there for him for every bump in the road, and a joke or two were never far behind. They may not have been that good, but they always cheered him up.
He thought of Kamillia. The most unlikely of friends and love interests. Their meeting had been nothing more than coincidence. And yet, straight out of one of the romance novels Lanuria was so keen on, they gradually grew closer. Time spent with each other became time savored – though their coupling could never work out, every hour and every minute together was nothing short of pure bliss. But like all good things, it eventually came to an end. Kamillia told him it could never work out, and shortly afterwards, revealed to him that she was seeing someone. Though his heart ached, he could at least rest easy knowing she had found someone in life that made her happy. And yet, they hadn’t spoken to one another since then. Their daily meetings in the Legerdemain Lounge slowly waned and then disappeared.
“They wouldn’t miss me. None of them would. I’ve already apologized to Lan and she won’t talk to me. I stop by the Lounge every day, hoping Kam will be there. But those days are gone. They’ll never come back.”
Zengu stirred slightly before settling in the snow.
“Maybe I should just stay here… wait til my time comes. That sounds nice.”
Reaching into his tabard, Zengu pulled out a tattered and stained parchment before clenching it in his hands and closing his eyes beneath the grey skies of Icecrown. Sleep would come soon enough.
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“…Zengu? Zengu?!”
Elven hands wrapped around the limp form of the troll, tossing him over the back of a bronze drake.
“Don’t die on me, you son of a bitch. You still owe me a fucking present for the baby.”
Urging the drake skyward and towards Dalaran, the elf’s curiosity gradually got the better of her. Yanking the paper from the troll’s grasp, she slowly unrolled it before letting out a soft sigh.
“Zengu… you poor thing.”
It was a drawing of a troll and human, the same paper since his first night with Kamillia.
Reflections 