The mainland was a hazy smear on the distant horizon, the warm summer air mixed with that of the ocean made its way up the vast trunk of the World Tree,Teldrassil and on one of its many branches sat a lone figure.
Viloche' took in the sights and smells with his usual sideways smile. It had been months since he ventured out past the Kal Dorei realm, the cares of Azeroth had slowly not become his and for a while he languished in the tranquil forests of the Night Elf capital. He had fought many wars, many skirmishes, put together many campaigns, put evil men and not so evil men to the sword. For what? So that the world could still battle amongst themselves? Had he really made a difference as he had hoped? Had his self imposed debt to be paid to the Alliance realms been paid? And now with his brother back...back from the dead even, tha only complicated matters. He watched as the gulls flew past him, riding the lazy air currents and living their simple well defined lives. How he envied them.
As he thought this he held a dagger in his hand, one of Sin Dorei design. He rather thought Blood Elf work was a little ostentatious for his taste. Knowing his wayward cousins one day they will make a dagger where the blade will be held in place by magic. He chuckled softly as he mused. That will make all the folks go Murloc in Silvermoon.
And what of his little band of misfits and cast outs? Had he really served them well at all?
He shook his head and looked down, his keen Elven eyes located the Red Saber moored at the dock far below. Even from here her sleek lines made her look like a great cat straining at her ties. How he longed not to be under the heel of anyone's authority anymore. Freedom. Freedom is what he craved. Freedom from being in the service of others and the whims of silly nations who's only wish was for more power. At this point a thought leapt into his mind.
He looked again at his fast frigate and smiled
"why not?" he said aloud....
Viloche' took in the sights and smells with his usual sideways smile. It had been months since he ventured out past the Kal Dorei realm, the cares of Azeroth had slowly not become his and for a while he languished in the tranquil forests of the Night Elf capital. He had fought many wars, many skirmishes, put together many campaigns, put evil men and not so evil men to the sword. For what? So that the world could still battle amongst themselves? Had he really made a difference as he had hoped? Had his self imposed debt to be paid to the Alliance realms been paid? And now with his brother back...back from the dead even, tha only complicated matters. He watched as the gulls flew past him, riding the lazy air currents and living their simple well defined lives. How he envied them.
As he thought this he held a dagger in his hand, one of Sin Dorei design. He rather thought Blood Elf work was a little ostentatious for his taste. Knowing his wayward cousins one day they will make a dagger where the blade will be held in place by magic. He chuckled softly as he mused. That will make all the folks go Murloc in Silvermoon.
And what of his little band of misfits and cast outs? Had he really served them well at all?
He shook his head and looked down, his keen Elven eyes located the Red Saber moored at the dock far below. Even from here her sleek lines made her look like a great cat straining at her ties. How he longed not to be under the heel of anyone's authority anymore. Freedom. Freedom is what he craved. Freedom from being in the service of others and the whims of silly nations who's only wish was for more power. At this point a thought leapt into his mind.
He looked again at his fast frigate and smiled
"why not?" he said aloud....
Edited by Viloche on 7/12/2013 9:14 PM PDT
