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A Trail of Starlight

Postby Salirien on Mon Nov 09, 2015 12:11 am

You thought you were safe from my spam, but alas, your are not. A very short story to tell where Salirien has buggered off to! ^^

A Trail of Starlight

“There’s something out there… in the north, far to the north, and… I feel it.” Salirien’s words rang within her mind. “It feels like it’s breathing, chiming, like a pulse of the land, or the Goddess. I don’t know how else to describe it.” The words did not come close to describing what was going on, but Aariam and Eluvere had understood, and they had let her go. It was regrettable, leaving the Order, but it could not be helped. And if the Goddess was good, Salirien would return one day.

The words she had used to describe the sensation made little sense, she knew. How does one describe such a base concept? How does one describe how it is to think? How it is to be able to feel? It’s quite simply there, whether one wishes it to be so or not. It was the same with this pulse… It was there, and it could be ignored no more than the ground beneath her or the winds about her. Eluvere had frowned throughout the conversation. She must think I have gone mad. And, though it pains me so to admit, I do not blame her. What am I doing?

Salirien found herself in Ashenvale, a warm gust of the Barrens pushing her deeper into the dense jungle. She had walked for a long time, and already Tanaris felt like a place on the other side of the world.

She trod along a path, almost overgrown, far from the main road. She could not risk running into strangers, nor friends. There could be no more delays, no more stops. Salirien’s inner light was kindled, granting her strength to march on, but even raging infernos shrunk to embers when they ran out of fuel. Reaching Ashenvale was a relief. She knew which parts of the forest were kept by the Horde, which were kept by the Kaldorei… And she hoped that should she step false, the Horde would honour the peace treaty.

And the pulse grew stronger. It sang within her being like a wordless hymn, like a tremendous and violent drum, resonating from the depths of the earth itself. She had never felt anything so powerful, yet at the same time so… guiding? Was that what this feeling was? Indeed, she had no choice but to seek out the source of the pulse, this much she knew.

But it frightened her how much the pulse reminded her of the same sensation that brimmed within her when she accepted the Light of the Goddess. If it were some machination of Elune, and Salirien could only pray that it was, she would be safe. The Goddess kept safe her children, guided them when nights grew too dark, when all other lights were glaring and foul. The Goddess loved her chosen, protected them, left them not to the darkness…

Each footfall brought her closer to her goal. She lifted her gaze, looking northwards. Up there, somewhere, something was calling her. She only found it partially worrisome that her inner light seemed kindled beyond her ken. She had always been a gifted thaumaturge, but this was beyond even her. When was the last time she had stopped walking?

She looked down on her arms, and not for the first time. Her skin was burnt from the sun when she crossed the Barrens, but did not sting. The silvery pale skin was darkened and irritated, but more worrisome was that she could not remember having walked in broad daylight. Did I not sleep? Have I not rested?

She sighed, trying to steady her trembling hands. With inner light cascading, ever did she march on.
"Shine your light on us, Mother, for the day has grown long, and we are lost."
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Re: A Trail of Starlight

Postby Aariam on Mon Nov 09, 2015 1:07 pm

I am so glad the "spam" did not cease. <3

Salirien not feeling pain from burnt skin must only mean that she is an undead! PLOT TWIST!!!
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Re: A Trail of Starlight

Postby Edradir on Sat Nov 14, 2015 3:38 pm

If only all kind of spamming were like this.

Salirien going for a walk with her EPS (Elune Positioning system).
Curious where she is going to end up.
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Re: A Trail of Starlight

Postby Salirien on Thu Dec 03, 2015 11:03 pm

Not much to be said! Enjoy ^^

Scattering Her Hopes to the Wind

“Seek… Roam… Know…”

With every pulse the soundless words were growing louder, enveloping Salirien’s mind. Her determination was ever growing, urging her on through the Hyjali foothills. The moons stood high, showering silver on the land, and a faint breeze accented the night. She might have found such a night beautiful, were she not so preoccupied.

“Seek, roam, know,” Salirien repeated to herself, not for the first time. The words were soundless in her mind, and giving them form granted some relief. The pulse did not speak, nor did it inflict, it simply was, but Salirien had chosen to listen. She was the one who chose to give the words form, to give them validity. If I turn around… if I go back home to Darnassus, if I waited for a while… perhaps the pulse would cease? How wondrous a thing, if it were to simply be no more.

She swallowed her doubt, instead forging on. Twigs snapped beneath her feet, bushes and greenery grovelled as she passed, as she refused to take to the main road. She had encountered a few sentinels so far, and they had all been too curious as to her affairs. A Priestess, wandering the wilds on her own, filthy and in robes of tattered white… it was not a usual sight. Her sunburns probably did not help her any in that regard.

Now, a spirit owl flew a league ahead of her at all times, granting her some much needed insight. She had never been on the western face of Hyjal, and the mountain was treacherous.

“Seek, roam, know,” she said as the pulse resonated within her anew. She had prayed for clarity on the meaning of the pulse ever since she left Tanaris some months since, but she had learnt naught. As much as it horrified her to admit it, she feared that the pulse and the Goddess were becoming the same to her ears. Or perhaps one is drowning out the other…?

Doubt made for poor companionship, so she cast it off. If this is to be my last journey, I shall have it in company of Elune. None other.

She had no reason to believe this was the end, but neither could she deny that whatever was happening was far greater than she. In her years of studies, she had never heard of anything quite like what she was experiencing. Similarities there were many of, but not once had she found the words “pulse” or “unspoken words”. She had feared the influence of dark magics, but that was ludicrous. For what reason would wielders of such forces lure her all this way? No, she had nothing they would want. In truth, she did not believe this to be the work of evil at all. Whatever was calling her, if there indeed was something and she had not fallen insane, did not wish her harm.

As night began to fade, making way for a new day, Salirien came to a halt. She had no supplies with which to make camp, no bedroll, no food, not anything. What she had eaten, she had hunted, but that was starting to become difficult. Since childhood, her powers with silver fire had been rivalled by few. A flame could be great and roaring, or small and soothing. These past fleeting moons, she found herself struggling with this power. Rather, it was beginning to increase. So much so, that she was beginning to lose control. Power is not measured by one’s strength unleashed, but one’s restraint thereof.

Salirien pursed her lips in thought. How very true, those words… She stood and took a few steps back. With a worried sigh, she raised her hands, pointing them at the twigs and sticks she had gathered for firewood. It was a poor idea to light a fire this way, being in her current state, but it had become a daily trial. If she were wiser, she would light it the same way as everyone else, but it had become a matter of pride. She would not give up. The power of the Goddess was hers to use, it always had been. She would reclaim it.

The power of Elune filled her. Light embraced her and ascended her to rapture, before she gave it shape. To crush, or to create – it was the judgment of all Elune’s chosen. There had never been a power so great, nor would there ever be. The Highborne with their arcane, the warlocks and their fel… nothing would ever obtain the glory that was light magic.

Salirien gave the light the shape of a flame. The ensuing explosion was almost deafening, sending twigs and sticks flying like scattering birds. White fire latched on to greenery, greedily claiming it as sacrifice.

Salirien found herself on her back, the force knocking her back against an old oak. Her head spun and her sight was shifting. With a groan she got up on her elbows, inspecting the destruction around her. The ground and foliage was blackened. Looking down on herself, Salirien found burns on her hands, and her robes were scorched along the tattered bottom. Some Priestess…

“Seek… Roam… Know…” As if to insult her lack of control, the pulse rang within her. It was equally pleasant and horrible, but it urged her to endure. She stood to see the full extent of the ruin she had wrought.

Pride could not justify this relentless devastation any longer. No more, then… No more Light magic. No more power.

Salirien curled up under the black, shrivelled branches of the dead oak.
"Shine your light on us, Mother, for the day has grown long, and we are lost."
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Re: A Trail of Starlight

Postby Anhagath on Fri Dec 04, 2015 12:24 am

Still reading, still loving it :D

Still wondering where it will take Salirien, too! Keep writing this, please!
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Re: A Trail of Starlight

Postby Edradir on Sun Dec 13, 2015 6:00 pm

Same as Anhagath.

Keep writing! :D
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Re: A Trail of Starlight

Postby Aariam on Mon Dec 14, 2015 1:09 pm

Aww, poor Sali. :(

Please write more though! MORE EYE PORN!
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Re: A Trail of Starlight

Postby Salirien on Thu Dec 17, 2015 1:43 am

Not sure if there will be more parts to this, or if I should just leave what has been going on up to figure out somehow (it all acutally has an explanation, I swear xD It might even be easily guessed...) Enjoy! ^^

Journey’s End

“Seek, roam, know.” The pulse was ever within her mind, and all around Salirien. Not even on the holy peaks of Hyjal would it cease, but nor had she expected it to. She had learnt all too well that it simply was, much like the air or the earth. It was a base concept, a force, she thought. Magical, perhaps, but it was a force all the same.

The first time she had seen the crow spectre, night had just fallen, and she had but awoken. It sat perched on a branch above her, looming, watching her. Its ever-shifting azure luminescence had startled her, making her reach for Elune’s power. But she had let go of it. Had it been a thing of evil, the spectre would have taken her life while she slept. And should she wield holy magics in her current state, it would probably do more damage to her than the spectre might hope to.

As night fell, the spectre had vanished into starlight, and Salirien was alone again.

Nordrassil was barely visible in the distance, breaching the sky with its strong limbs. She could only make out the silhouette in the night, silvery and soft with moonlight. It sat on a throne as high and proud as the world could muster, but even the sight of holy Mount Hyjal was jaded. Seek, roam, know. That was all.

Her powers had not stopped cascading and growing. Sometimes it seemed over-much – like it was impossible to witness such raw force. She thought of how it might be to possess such power in earnest, to hold nary a thing, yet also all one might imagine. It was the realm of demi-gods and Ancients, powerful beyond the scope of the common man. And yet, with so much power at her disposal, she could not use it. If she did, she was certain it would be her doom.

For many nights she walked, resting more in the day than she had before. Without the power of the Goddess to draw on, she felt fragile and small, and she tired more easily. No inner fire to kindle, no light to cut away the pain and fatigue, no beacon to light the night. She did not know the forested mountains around her, but that was not why she felt lost.

The cliff sides were treacherous. Even on a mountain as holy as this, death was a constant factor. One false step and it might be the end. She had scaled hills much too steep, and pushed through stubborn thickets and crags. Her skin was whipped and torn, either by thorns or branches. Wherever in the mountains she was, it was remote and isolated. When was the last time I saw people?

At dusk, as she awoke from her sleep, the spectral crow was beginning to seem more tangible. Salirien swore she had heard it caw once as well, when she had turned to look away from the direction of the pulse. And the pulse increased evermore.

She came over a narrow pass, so overgrown it seemed much akin to a Druid’s description of the Dream. Even so, a reflective surface caught Salirien’s eye beneath the leaves. A blade…?

Salirien pushed the leaves and greenery aside, revealing a curved edge, foul and jagged. Though she was no expert on the matter of weaponry, she recognised Legion armaments when she saw them.

She recoiled at the sight. It was likely discarded here at some point during the Third War. Whatever fel energy might once have imbued the blade was long since gone, and the ground was queerly uncorrupted. Perhaps it was purged when Archimonde was slain? Or perhaps this place is not quite so isolated as I may have been led to believe…

As much as she wished to destroy the wicked thing there and then, she knew she could not. Well, she could, but not without dying or crippling herself in the process. She did not find that trade-off favourable.

Seek, roam, know!

She marched on. Eventually, high up in those forlorn mountains, on a rocky hillside, she came upon more weapons. Glaives, arrows, spears, Legion armaments… not many, perhaps no more than a dozen all in all. They were, however, a very valid indication. This place, so long unstirred, had once been the scene of a battle. Not a great clash of armies, but perhaps an ambush. She was not surprised this place had seen no visitors after the war, if that were the case. It was remote and tucked away in the eastern ranges, and did not look passable.

But Salirien pressed onwards up the hill, past the ancient trees whose billowing roots made travel harder still, and through towards the summit. As high up as she was, she still spotted Nordrassil now and again, far on the horizon, eternal and wondrous.

Night turned to day, which turned to night. Salirien awoke, finding that the spectre crow did not dissipate at all now. Even as night progressed, and daylight faded, the crow circled high up above. It drifted with her at the whim of the pulse, which was beginning to feel omnipresent. Even when Salirien closed her eyes, the pulse revealed her surroundings. It was the land. It was the wind. It was life.

Pressing through a ravine so narrow she almost got stuck, Salirien arrived at the summit. The crow sat out on the green fields, which looked unnatural so high up, eyeing her from a distance. On the far side of the field, a small cluster of young trees stood idly, looking only somewhat out of place. There were no old remnants of war, however. This place was peaceful.

The pulse was set all about this very place. This had been her goal, the reason for her months of travel, struggle and doubt. But as powerful as the pulse was, and as gloriously as it resonated within her, it no longer spoke to her. The words had faded, leaving her to hear the songs of birds in the distance, and a fair breeze across the skies.

Confused and weary, she stepped out into the field. She walked past the crow, which looked at her still, and over to the small cluster of trees. They were no taller than she was. She kneeled down, spotting something gleaming amidst their roots.

She heard movement from behind, spinning.

The crow was gone. In its place stood a man, blue and luminescent, and long since dead. “Elune-adore, my love.”
"Shine your light on us, Mother, for the day has grown long, and we are lost."
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Re: A Trail of Starlight

Postby Anhagath on Fri Dec 18, 2015 4:26 pm

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn. Awesome maybe-conclusion, Salirien. That last line :D
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Re: A Trail of Starlight

Postby Aariam on Mon Dec 21, 2015 3:53 pm

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

I hope Sali gets some good times. :D
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