((This is going to be a Journal type format for those who participated in the Demonstration in Stormwind. It is open to the rpers who wish to voice their thoughts and experiences over the event and beyond. It is an opportunity to use your creative writing skills to add to the story and offer insights to your own character. I am putting this here and I will link it in the Cenarion Circle forums as well.))
http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/7855695653 for those who wish to know where this comes from.
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Darkness and sorrow swirled in Cyndi Grayham's heart. How had it come to this? All she wanted to do was help the homeless and destitute people of Westfall. It was never her intention to harm anyone. Her many years of training in the Light had made her compassionate and willing to help. It seemed that whatever she tried to do was met with skepticism and derision.
Cyndi glanced across the room to where Will slept in the huge bed, his snoring assured her he was deeply asleep. Smiling fondly at the big man she shook her head. Glad that he could get some rest. It was hard on him as well. He had not wanted to hurt anyone. All he did was in self defence. Can anyone blame him? Isn't survival the number one instinct?
Sighing in frustration she paced across the room and to the small stove to lift the teapot and pour another cup. She could not sleep in this place for very long. Restless spirits roamed the halls. This room was the only one that was not haunted. Vaguely she wondered if others had found this place and left because of the constant threat of madness that permeated the grounds.
Her thoughts went to Elly Vasdrim and Sean Mcdonald. They lived in Westfall too. Surely they understood the problems there. Cyndi knew they did their best to bring food and supplies home with them. Damn those Defias!! They had let their bitterness and frustration turn them into heartless thieves. Now Elly and Mac were dead and buried in their homeland, victims of the hatred and hostility of the Defias.
Everytime anyone tried to help they ran the risk of being robbed or murdered. It made outsiders consider them all that way. Even the innocent children and the few farmers left trying to till the soil and raise hogs were lumped in with the outlaws. Kids growing up learning to be thieves, in order to survive.
Strolling back to the desk she sat down to her journal. She had decided to keep one and record her thoughts on the things that happened. Perhaps some day when she was gone...someone would find it and know her story.
http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/7855695653 for those who wish to know where this comes from.
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Darkness and sorrow swirled in Cyndi Grayham's heart. How had it come to this? All she wanted to do was help the homeless and destitute people of Westfall. It was never her intention to harm anyone. Her many years of training in the Light had made her compassionate and willing to help. It seemed that whatever she tried to do was met with skepticism and derision.
Cyndi glanced across the room to where Will slept in the huge bed, his snoring assured her he was deeply asleep. Smiling fondly at the big man she shook her head. Glad that he could get some rest. It was hard on him as well. He had not wanted to hurt anyone. All he did was in self defence. Can anyone blame him? Isn't survival the number one instinct?
Sighing in frustration she paced across the room and to the small stove to lift the teapot and pour another cup. She could not sleep in this place for very long. Restless spirits roamed the halls. This room was the only one that was not haunted. Vaguely she wondered if others had found this place and left because of the constant threat of madness that permeated the grounds.
Her thoughts went to Elly Vasdrim and Sean Mcdonald. They lived in Westfall too. Surely they understood the problems there. Cyndi knew they did their best to bring food and supplies home with them. Damn those Defias!! They had let their bitterness and frustration turn them into heartless thieves. Now Elly and Mac were dead and buried in their homeland, victims of the hatred and hostility of the Defias.
Everytime anyone tried to help they ran the risk of being robbed or murdered. It made outsiders consider them all that way. Even the innocent children and the few farmers left trying to till the soil and raise hogs were lumped in with the outlaws. Kids growing up learning to be thieves, in order to survive.
Strolling back to the desk she sat down to her journal. She had decided to keep one and record her thoughts on the things that happened. Perhaps some day when she was gone...someone would find it and know her story.
Edited by Sylviagray on 2/12/2013 12:59 PM PST