Posts tagged Zardilann
A story about my exit from Crimson Alliance, my primary World of Warcraft guild.
We’re all exhausted. We’ve been fleeing all night and only now allow ourselves break from the wild flight. The Paladin is a stoic guardian, keeping our camp safe while the girl sleeps in my arms.
The assassins wearing the Crimson colors keep coming, and had I been alone I might have succumbed to the onslaught. I thank you, my enemies, for opening my eyes and making me realize what I can and what I cannot do. Had this been 800 years earlier, when I was still young and haughty, I would have been dead for sure.
I am surprised nonetheless, for the danger that we face lies in numbers and not ability. No truly skilled assassins like Farha or the Ratcatcher have come to stop us, but maybe it’s because they fear us more than we fear them? No. The Old Priest is smarter than that. He foiled my attack on his life and sent us running, but I worry not, for Solomon’s demise is assured as soon as his God falls.
It’s been over a month since I shed my tabard, but as it is with all those hungry for power, He does not forgive so easily. Or is it fear I sense?
I remember a day so long ago, when I spoke to myself, laying all of my life, my entire world, bare before my eyes. The list was started and ever since, They have tried to stop me. So far it has all been in vain, but several millenniums are still ahead before my revenge is due.
As I promised the Guardian, should he not keep up his part of the bargain, our deal would be ended. And I tire of waiting, so I added yet another to my list. But maybe He knows? Was this nothing but a ruse to keep my mind busy and keep me from gaining more allies? If that’s the case I cannot wonder if He failed, for now the girl and the Paladin fight by my side. But yet again, are they as all before them destined to die in my service?
The Druid girl knows of a portal that will take us away from this realm, but no matter where I go, danger awaits.
Another poem about the third of my major role-playing characters, the bladesinger Zardilann Darhtill.
Not all they find love, in this wicked life
Finding a loving man, becoming a loving wife
Temptation rears its head, family always first
Kissing your father deeply, quenching a hidden thirst
Some day you’ll find out, infidelity is my sin
All our children are not yours, but still they are blood kin
The sixth part of a long poem chronicling the life of the third of my major role-playing characters, the bladesinger Zardilann Darhtill.
Being sent to the strangest place, wherein elves do not rule
The pyre of hate suddenly doubled, doubled by the maggots’ fuel
The Elven race is superior, above all the other races
In our world only elves should be, the most pure of all places
But if somehow I could get, my daughter back to me
I surely know I will sacrifice all, if only the gods could make it be
But as the year comes running by, even love it fades away
Heading the call of duty now, forever doomed to pay
Waging war and taking lives, sacrificing all to give
But serving it is over now, now it’s time to live
No more serving gods and fools, now only serving I
Many more adventures wait, until I get to die
But my father he made sure, I would never die
If told that it was done for me, that much is a lie
Blackened soul and twisted mind, he was soon to go
Needing youth once again, thus he made it so
Evil plot to sire child, then a queen seduced
He vanished for centuries, darkness left induced
The fifth part of a long poem chronicling the life of the third of my major role-playing characters, the bladesinger Zardilann Darhtill.
Trying to appear happy, wishing merry years
My inner hate just returned, wishing him severed
A wedding will be hold, I will not participate
My heart and soul in union, deciding my hate should never fade
My heart crushed by human hands, oh I hate them all
I decided to let her go, heeding Heaven’s call
But even by my Gods’ sides, peace comes slowly to me
All the elves are dancing, while I lie by the blackest tree
Here worthy heroes end, if they are black of heart
If not they will dance and sing, to never again depart
For centuries I lie in trance, waiting for release
Until my heart becomes pure, I will never truly find peace
But when elves are in danger, the chance for redemption is nearby
Often elves are in need, causing one to soar from the sky
Being sent away again, to help the besieged elves
It often seems to me, they cannot protect themselves
Our foes will have to retreat, or adhere to the laws of elves
But unquestionably the best would be, to send them all to the deepest of Hells