Post by azryel on Jul 30, 2009 11:27:13 GMT -5
Who am I? How many times have I asked that question? It’s been 36 days, 12 hours and 34 minutes since my release from the clutches of the Lich King and I loathe every minute of my freedom. This existence that I am! Having no memory of who I once was drives me to the edge of insanity. I have sought out many paladins and priests in the wondrous city of Stormwind to remove this curse from me, but unfortunately, “it is irreversible” and “there’s nothing I can do” are the only answers that I ever get.
A memory that I hate is of a girl in the barracks of that light-forsaken village that I slaughtered at the will of the bastard Lich King. It tears at the chords of my sanity every waking moment, every time I close my cursed eyes to grasp at least one moment of rest, her voice pleads to me. “You are not one of them, Darion! You have to fight it, fight the Lich King’s power over you! You were once a great paladin and champion of Stormwind, you are more powerful than this!”
I don’t know who Darion is; I can only imagine that it must have once been my former name, but no longer. That girls voice echoes in mind every minute, of every day. So I have to close it out and the only way I can have peace from that haunting image of me mercilessly slaughtering that poor girl, is killing the very ones that were responsible for what I am now! I kill and I kill and I kill and I love and hate it.
The memories that I do cherish and that keep me going, is the day that the King of Stormwind Varian Wrynn declared me “friend” of his great city and to my surprise, everyone, save a few has excepted me as so, and I was amazed, for I would hate me, as I do now. But that memory of acceptance has helped me through, also having some new friends that accept me too and fight valiantly by my side. It’s as if I’ve been given a second chance to right the wrongs that I’ve done.
And so I take that responsibility of absolution. I will use every ounce of wretched power that I have been cursed with, and I will hunt down, and I will kill, no, I will obliterate the Lich King, and I will avenge those people that I slaughtered like animals. I will avenge that precious girl in the barracks; I will avenge all those souls that can’t find rest because of my weakness. I will not stop, I won’t be stopped! This power that courses through my veins is a power that I cannot explain, but I am so damned powerful, and I have to fight against succumbing to it once more. The ice that flows through my veins, my very blood boils, and the unholy energy to summon and control those damned ghouls! I hate those bastards and despise every time I summon them, but in times that I feel that I have over stepped my boundaries of my strength he does come in handy.
So I will continue my journey of Retribution across the continents, from Stormwind in the Eastern Kingdom all the way to the tip of Northrend, I will hunt down the Lich King and his minions, and deliver judgment and justice to their wretched existence and every day, I will grow closer to excepting who I am. That question again…..Who am I? I am Azryel.
A memory that I hate is of a girl in the barracks of that light-forsaken village that I slaughtered at the will of the bastard Lich King. It tears at the chords of my sanity every waking moment, every time I close my cursed eyes to grasp at least one moment of rest, her voice pleads to me. “You are not one of them, Darion! You have to fight it, fight the Lich King’s power over you! You were once a great paladin and champion of Stormwind, you are more powerful than this!”
I don’t know who Darion is; I can only imagine that it must have once been my former name, but no longer. That girls voice echoes in mind every minute, of every day. So I have to close it out and the only way I can have peace from that haunting image of me mercilessly slaughtering that poor girl, is killing the very ones that were responsible for what I am now! I kill and I kill and I kill and I love and hate it.
The memories that I do cherish and that keep me going, is the day that the King of Stormwind Varian Wrynn declared me “friend” of his great city and to my surprise, everyone, save a few has excepted me as so, and I was amazed, for I would hate me, as I do now. But that memory of acceptance has helped me through, also having some new friends that accept me too and fight valiantly by my side. It’s as if I’ve been given a second chance to right the wrongs that I’ve done.
And so I take that responsibility of absolution. I will use every ounce of wretched power that I have been cursed with, and I will hunt down, and I will kill, no, I will obliterate the Lich King, and I will avenge those people that I slaughtered like animals. I will avenge that precious girl in the barracks; I will avenge all those souls that can’t find rest because of my weakness. I will not stop, I won’t be stopped! This power that courses through my veins is a power that I cannot explain, but I am so damned powerful, and I have to fight against succumbing to it once more. The ice that flows through my veins, my very blood boils, and the unholy energy to summon and control those damned ghouls! I hate those bastards and despise every time I summon them, but in times that I feel that I have over stepped my boundaries of my strength he does come in handy.
So I will continue my journey of Retribution across the continents, from Stormwind in the Eastern Kingdom all the way to the tip of Northrend, I will hunt down the Lich King and his minions, and deliver judgment and justice to their wretched existence and every day, I will grow closer to excepting who I am. That question again…..Who am I? I am Azryel.