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Into Hell : Part Three

Day of Launch

The arrival to Brill and the voyage to Orgrimmar was fairly uneventful , though they had a three hour layover before they could catch the zeppelin to Northrend, while repairs were being made to the flying airship .Though quite sturdy,  the recent tensions between Horde and Alliance have made it necessary for the current zeppelins to be refitted with onboard guns and cannons to help defend them against airborn pirates , and Alliance soldiers. While the goblins protested about it cutting into their profits; it was pointed out that they would only increase business if it was made known that they had that extra bit of security.. This mollified them when the mention of future business prospects were brought up,and they outfitted each of the airships with enough munitions to blow off the top of  a mountain if needed.

Romy ,and Birsa took the children around the vendors while they killed time waiting for the time to catch the zeppelin to Northrend. Little Romar slept most of the time, cuddled up against his mother, in the sling that she had strapped around her that bore most his weight, and kept her hands free. Mirren,would often toddle alongside Birsa, who matched her steps with the independant three year old; who did not want to be carried. It took the both of them to keep a firm rein on the stubborn child ,who enjoyed doing things on  her own. Finally it came time for them to ascend the tower to make their flight to Northrend. The last time ,Romy was in Northrend, it was with her love, Fnar visiting her family. It was there , she found  out she was expecting Mirren; one of the  happiest days  of her life; her meeting Fnar that fateful day  in Orgrimmar was the turning point in her life. It opened up many new experiences for her; though they weren’t married in the eyes of Silvermoon, they were mates according to her tribe’s customs. Having children only cemented that bond more; she was not naive to believe that Fnar was celibate before he met  her , but after they declared their love for each other,and he had proposed marriage to her; he had been steadfast and true to her; as she was to him.

She listened idly to the chatter as the goblins moved about , carrying out their launch preparations , trying to settle her daughter into a seat, handing her a stuffed toy to play with , while they were traveling. Seeing the new toy,  Mirren gave a happy squeal and hugged it to her, before she began singing to it ,her little voice bringing a smile to the other passengers faces as they watched the little girl sitting on the bench between Romy and Birsa . Though the other passengers could not understand the language, the slow tempo was very much akin to a lullaby , however the song was more of a lament than one to sing a child to sleep. However , it was a song that Romy herself had found herself singing alot more since her love was called to war.

” Control tower, this Cloudkicker, requesting permission to depart ” 

” Cloudkicker,  this is  Control , you have clearance , have a pleasant journey “

 “Thank you , Control, helmsman, take us out at one quarter speed “

There was a slight hum as the zeppelin began to move from the dock, as the moorings were cast off and they slowly made their way out of Orgrimmar. Romy was reluctant to relax, as she never cared too much for air travel, but she forced herself to , for the sake of her children. After a few minutes as the zeppelin was clearing the gates of the Horde capital , the captain’s voice came over the speaker

” Ladies and gentlemen,  this is the captain speaking ; may I have your attention for a few moments. We are currently underway, our destination, Vengeance Landing , Northrend; estimated time of arrival, six hours, and forty three minutes.In case of  emergency , there are parachutes beneath your seats,and an emergency exit at the rear of the craft. Please remain seated during the trip, and remember there is no smoking on board. Thank you for your attention ,and  enjoy your flight … captain out “

They had just passed out of Durotar when it got dark suddenly outside, as if something big blocked out the sun. The alarm klaxxons began sounding and she could hear the running of feet as the crew scrambled to their posts .She looked out the window and gasped in shock .. enormous ships filled the sky ,and she watched in horror as they fired down upon the Crossroads and the area .

” Hard to port, get us out of here! “ the captain shouted to the helms man as they tried to bring the zeppelin around , and back to Orgrimmar . Romy could feel the airship shudder as the alien ships began firing upon the land and began focusing its attention on the airship.  Suddenly there was heavy shuddering and a loud groaning of metal ,as a shot from the alien ship impacted with the bow of the zeppelin.  Romy quickly dived for the parachutes under the seat, they were sitting on ,and quickly handed two to Birsa , to put on herself,and Mirren.  She quickly placed on herself ,and quickly grabbed  her waterskin,and soaked a little cloth and placed over Mirren’s mouth and nose, to help her avoid breathing in the smoke coming from the zeppelin. The loud sounds of cannon fire, erupting from the upper deck and the lower , nearly deafened her,and woke up Romar who wailed from the  chaos erupting around him.

“Orgrimmar control , this is the Cloudkicker. Can you read me?  We have been hit by a vessel of unknown origin . I repeat, we have been hit.. ”  the captain yelled into the radio.

”  Cloudkicker, this is control.. what is your status?….”  was the crisp reply but there was a hint of fear edging the communication officers’s voice

There was a heavy shudder as another bolt hit the ship, but whether it was due to the heavy alloy covering the ship, as protective shielding against surface to air missiles, the ship held, or sheer luck , but the shot merely bounced off the armoring , yet it dented the plating.

” We are under heavy fire,and our bow has been damaged.. request back up..!!” the captain yelled  before another blast hit the zeppelin and the first officer yelled ” They took out our reciever “ as the captain looked at the now dead radio in his hand. “ Mr Merriweather , give them everything we got.. we aren’t going down without a fight!  Mr Coppernut, get the flares up and firing .. we want to cause a bright flash that, will at least blind their sensors enough to buy us enough time to get us out of here. Ensign Steelspring, get down belowdecks and get our passengers ready for evacuation. While I have faith in this old bird, we need to see to the safety of our passengers.. if I remember correctly there are children on board..make sure they are safe “  he barked to the nearby goblin, who saluted sharply and dashed off below decks.

By the time the goblin arrived, all the passengers had already put the parachutes on , and were waiting further instructions. A grim looking troll woman demanded ” Wot be happenin’? Wot hit us?”   the ensign explained ” we aren’t sure yet, but the captain, ordered me to come down and get you ready to evacuate the ship..He is trying to the ship to a safe distance, where you can deploy safely” .  Another passenger cried out in panic ” They are everywhere?! how can he expect us to get off in the middle of nowhere ?”  The troll looked at the panicked man ” bettah then bein’ cooked alive .. at least the cap’n is thinkin’ of us ”

The airship, slowly limped to the edge of the mountains but due to the extensive damage it was flying too low . ” We coming in too low!  pull up ! PULL UP!” the captain screamed ,and the whole ship shook as the engines began to change from a hum to a loud roar as they tried to engage at the helmsman’s urging but the extensive damage was putting strain on the battered ship.  The passengers could hear the change in the engines , before they looked to each other in fear . The ship was going down.. it was now or never ,;just moments before the captain’s voice came over the speaker ” Ladies and gentlemen, if you could quickly move to the exit in an orderly fashion. An attendant will show you where the pull cords are on your parachute; those who are familiar with parachutes, please show others how to deploy them., before jumping off . Once you have landed, find shelter, and stick together, to increase your chances of rescue. The crew and I will try ,and draw our attackers away from your landing .. Good luck to you all!  

The passengers looked to each other in fear, and quickly made their way to the exit, where a little goblin awaited them, Quickly they were shown the right cords to pull , and seeing that Mirren was far too young to remember, she was quickly strapped to Birsa’s back, and ordered to hold on tight. The little girl whitefaced and grim, nodded, wrapping her little arms around her guardian’s neck ,held on for dear life, as  Birsa stepped off, followed by Romy, who had little Romar strapped to her. Thankfully for them both, Romy had experience with chutes, having used one many times, during her deployment in Pandaria.  They had just made the landing with a few scrapes ,when they heard a loud boom,as the balloon of the zeppelin was  blown apart, causing the airship to descend faster into the side of the mountain. Two passengers other than Romy , Birsa and the children , survived , the rest  going down with the ship, or falling to their deaths when their chutes caught on fire , They could hear the roar as the ship went down, and the explosion as the fuel tanks and munions went up in a fiery ball that could be seen for miles. The survivors looked on grimly as they had no idea ,and no means to communicate their whereabouts.  They were without food and water..their only weapons were the bows that Romy and Birsa carried on them, and a little hunting knife , Romy carried at her waist. The troll woman stared grimly in the direction of the crash, her bright red hair like a flame , standing like a chieftain’s war bonnet on her head; she turned her head and saw the children, and her face softened at the sight of the two little ones.” We need tah find sheltah… as well as food and watah ..” she looked to the two women, who nodded in agreement. ” Name is Fierced o’ the Darkspear ” she pointed to herself ” Romy smiled ” Andromedda Nightheart.. this is Birsa ..these are my children, Mirren, and Romar ”  Fierced nods at the introduction ” Good to tah meet ya ! Come.. we can’t stay around here too long, or them blighters that shot us down.will come lookin to examine their handiwork” she changes into a rather odd looking cat ,with red fur, large tusks,and a mohawk where a lion’s mane would be.  Mirren was entranced ” Kitty!”   she exclaimed and  struggled to get down ;which got a throaty chuckle from Fierced . A rather quiet Forsaken woman followed them ; she seemed rather shell shocked, and looking at her, Romy could see that she was newly turned.She hadn’t quite grasped the signicance of her existence . Placing a gentle hand on the other woman’s shoulder ” It will be ok.. we will survive this!” getting a grateful nod from the forsaken , who looked about ready to cry.

It was getting close to nightfall, when they found an empty cave that appeared to have been uninhabited for some time.  Romy and Birsa, began clearing out debris,and used their cloaks to make a bed for the children. It was a cold lumpy bed, but for the time being it was something.. until they could get their bearings ,and figure out where they were .  Fierced went out  hunting, her druidic skills coming in handy, as she scavenged for edible herbs, and killed some small game to roast. Madra Gwynn , as the Forsaken came to be known, did her part, by casting a small fire, to keep the children warm. Romy found out that the Forsaken woman had been married with two little ones of her own, when their farm was attacked by worgen . Her husband and children were killed, while she was forced to watch before she was killed  herself. She was raised only hours after ,her trauma and it was only recently that she was forced to accept that she was made into what she had feared.. Forsaken.Seeing Romy’s two children only reminded her of her loss but it made her determined to ensure they survived their ordeal. They took turns taking watch,and guarding the children; as well worked together to keep themselves and the children fed. Romy missed Fnar more than ever, knowing he would be worried sick about them. Neither she ,nor the other women knew where they were; but they decided it was best,to keep some distance from the wreck but remain close enough to salvage what they could from the remains of the twisted wreckage. They noticed that the remains of the captain and crew were gone.. and the foot prints of those who had come searching for them. However they weren’t sure if the seekers were friendly or not, and so they kept themselves hidden not wanting to reveal themselves just yet until they knew for sure.

To keep Mirren occupied and out of mischief, Birsa continued to teach the child , the songs and culture of their tribe; which kept the little girl, as well as Fierced and Madra entertained.It wasn’t long before she began teaching the language to the troll and Forsaken women as well; until all five were conversing in Vrykul . They gradually made the cave a little home, as they did not know where they were. Romy took time to survey the area, trying to find something familiar about the area .During one of her scouting missions, she climbed a tree and tried to get an aerial view of the landscape and recognized the location.Quickly she scanned around, picking out the familiar landmarks ,and their directions before she made her way back. She knew where they were… just need to make preparations for the journey home..

 

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Posted by on May 30, 2017 in Ramblings

 

Echos of the North

* Introducing a new character in my current line up, Brynyarr Torigsson ; a blood elf warrior with a twist *

The blood tasted salty on his tongue, and he spat out a stream of the liquid fluid that filled his mouth  , onto the snowy ground. Looking to his opponent ,a grizzled old man , who stood barechested, in the frigid air, his axe beating against the shield ; beard falling to his chest in a grey fall . Though aged ,in body, his wisdom, and ferocity keep him going. The younger man , gathered up his blade, where it had fallen on the ground ,and rolled his shoulders .

“Come on boy.. what are you ? a warrior, or a milkmaid? Afraid to hit an old man?”  the old veteran taunted the young man, who gave a bloody grimace in answer before he charged the old man, which the old man was expecting. Stepping to the side, he used his shield hand, to meet the young man’s rush,and deliver him a blow with the dulled axe he held in  his hand. The young man, surprisingly twisted out of reach , throwing the old man’s swing off ,before he brought his blade down on the shield . There was a resounding crack ,as the wood gave way ,splitting in half. Before the old man could recover from the surprise maneuver he could feel the tip of the blade at his throat. Giving a low grunt ” Better..but you still need work; you need to stop leaving your left flank open.. your fancy bladework won’t save your life if you don’t watch your flank . I want you to start learning to use a shield”

The blade left his throat ,and the young man, sheathed back into place before he quirked a dark brow as he took in the ruined shield ” Like it did for you ?1″ . the old man snorted ,and cuffed the young man upside the head to instill proper manners ” Hush whelp.. you  might be young, and strong but you are also stupid..don’t let the arrogance of youth be your downfall; like it has so many ”  Rubbing his head where the cuff connected, the young man winced but he stilled his glib tongue and listened to the older man .

While aged, the old man had long since adapted to the frigid climes of Northrend. Originally from Lordaeron, he had learned that the fighting style of the Alliance was more of a hindrance to them in the harsh environment ; so he adapted. He shed the teachings of the south and embraced the north, accepting that his fate laid in the icy realm of snow and ice.Among the many that were stranded on Northrend’s icy , he was one of the few survivors.. however unlike the rest of the survivors..who clung steadfastly to their past lives ; he left  the comfort of the settlements and struck forth to immersive himself into this ancient land.  In Lordaeron , he was Sir Edmund Chamberlaine , a member of a secret order known as the Tyr’s Guard. He was dispatched at the behest of Travard, the leader of that secretive order to Lordaeron, when news came that they were to pursue Prince Arthas to Northrend..that had been many years ago.. he lost friends.. loved ones but gained new ones in their place. During his travels he found a small settlement of high elves hidden within borders of Grizzly Hills ,and Wintergrasp; he had been the first human they had laid eyes since the Lich king had wiped out the previous inhabitants of Northrend,and raised them as zombies. How they escaped the fate , was in their ability to hide within the energies of the leylines that criss crossed Northrend. As he spent more time in their company, he found himself fitting right in,and took on the characteristics of his ancestors.. the vrykul.. the ability to withstand the bitter colds,the increased stamina and strength. While his order was across the sea, possibly in ruins..he was reborn in a sense ..and thus became Einar the Old.. as the only human in the settlement, his apparent age and wisdom , was sought out by the elves. His years of fighting , had garnered him the position of mentor to many of the village’s warriors and shieldmaidens. His ability to channel the Light ,and his vast knowledge of the world that they were ignorant to , earned him a place as an elder on the council..

Looking at the strapping young man before him, he found it hard to believe that the lad before him was already a man grown.  It seemed like only yesterday that his mother had birthed him, and yet here  he was , training to be warrior , like her. The old veteran merely leaned over and grabbed a shield, and handed it to the young man., before clapping him on the shoulder ” You have potential, Brynyarr.. you just need to temper your zeal for battle with wisdom; calling to the gods for strength is all fine and good but they expect you to earn that strength, and want you to think for yourself , not become a mindless sheep like so many ” he advises the young man in a firm tone that commanded respect. The young man nodded in  understanding and bowed  his head in respect to the elder before taking the shield firm in hand ” I understand ,elder… I will learn to use the shield ,like you advised .. hopefully our next session will go better ,yes?”  he looked to his mentor ,noting the fine webbing of wrinkles about the old man’s eyes . Though he didn’t look it, Old Einar was far older than he should be ,given the climate.. most newcomers barely made it past their first winter , those that did; proved to be alot hardier than their counterparts. However he didn’t see Old Einar, as one of those weak southerners.. the old grizzled veteran had more than earned his place, and when the time that Odyn called him to the sacred halls of Valhalla.. he would be given a proper send off.   The old man, merely nodded and waved him off  ” good.. now go.. I’m sure your mother has some chores for you …tell her the biscuits were well recieved .. Huln and I had a good feed this morning ” he gestures to the massive grizzly , who snoozed nearby.

Bryn chuckled but he made a wary circle around the bear.. he respected the power and strength of the beast. Old Einar wrestled the bear for several hours , getting between it and the children before the bear gave in . Since then , the bear became a fixture ,and never left Old Einar’s side , often dozing in the sun while Einar taught the young men the basic rudiments of fighting and the principles of warfare. The only family that Einar had , was his wife  Agnetta, whom he had met and married when he arrived in the village; sadly Agnetta  passed on due to a lingering illness but his daughter had become the village smith much to everyone’s surprise; a skill and profession passed on by her father.

Taking the shield, and his blade, Brynyarr, made his way to the long house that he share with his parents and siblings , nodding to his mother Eire and sister , Svanhilde ;who sat outside plucking chickens  for the evening meal , and to his brother , Egil, who was close by , chopping wood. Noticing his father’s absence , as well as that of his younger brother ,Haldur; he looked around ” Where is father, and Haldur ?”  he asked in concern “They are at the village council, speaking to them about expanding the village ;as we are greatly outgrowing the village and we need to expand the defenses to encompass the new longhouses that will going up in the future ”  his mother replied, not lifting her head from her task ” Ah..I see. ” before he leans down and plants a kiss on her cheek ,as he sets the shield down ,along with his blade. Taking one of the birds, he joins them in plucking it, to speed up their task. Looking up , to see her eldest helping her and his sister,Eire smiled  faintly ..Though Brynyarr was not his father’s son, her husband had adopted the lad as his own, when they were married. As far , Bryn knew, Alvar was his father ; she barely thought of the dark skinned warrior ,whom she had laid with those many years ago, and concieved  Brynyarr. It was only for a night’s pleasure but shortly after they parted she found out she was pregnant. However she had never seen her son’s sire after that one night.. and she doubted she ever would. She knew Alvar for some time, and during her pregnancy , he was there for her, and helped her when Bryn came during a snowstorm, before the midwife could be fetched. It was that bond that brought them close, and shortly after Brynyarr was born,  she and Alvar were wed. In the following years, he would be followed by brothers Egil, and Haldur ,as well as a sister Svanhilde. Though life was hard in Northrend, they were fortunate .. they had a thriving community, and have developed trade alliances with the Taunka and the Tuskarr.  The balmy summers of Grizzly hills  made planting crops possible , giving them a variety of vegetables ,and other crops in which they could trade for fish, shellfish ,and other crustaceans , they couldn’t find in Grizzly hills.

Once the chickens were plucked and cleaned; he took his shield and blade inside, where he filled a bowl full of water ,from a nearby pitcher, and cleaned the sweat from his face and body, occasionally catching glimpses of himself in the mirror. Pausing to take a look at himself , he frowned at the darker skin he inherited from his sire, as well as the ebon locks , but the eyes.. were all his own. Not the fel green but more of a mix of golds , and rusts..very much like a panther’s own, as Old Einar would describe them.,, or that of a hungry wolf. His chiseled features were sharp ,and angular, rugged in some ways, yet refined in others. The bridge of his nose ,had a lump where he had broken it during a sparring session with his best friend Haakon. His mouth was thin lipped but sensual, frequently breaking into a ready grin ,or a wicked smirk depending on the situation. He couldn’t complain about the broad muscular shoulders, nor the broad chest, and narrow waist that he had the good fortune to inherit through either good genes or the extensive training he underwent each day . With narrow hips, and long muscular legs, he was quite tall , compared to  his father,and siblings, even towering over his best friend. Splashing over  his face, he raked a calloused hand through the long unruly locks , brushing them out of his eyes but they persisted in falling into his face. Sighing in resignation, he grabbed a piece of string , he gathered a handful of hair ,and tied it back before he rubbed his chin, pondering how he would look with a beard before snorting in disgust, changing into clean clothes.

 

 
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Posted by on May 17, 2017 in Ramblings

 

Into Hell: part two

One day before Launch

For some reason ,the upcoming trip made her uneasy.. something niggling in the back of her mind that told her to hold off  but she brushed it off due to the lack of sleep, or her low threshold of energy. Mirren was having one of her rare meltdowns,and it took both Romy and Birsa to calm the little girl down,and get her settled. Like Romy, Mirren missed Fnar; she was very close to her father ,and for awhile when he was gone, she would sit on the front porch at their little farm waiting for him to come home. It broke Romy’s  heart to see her little girl look so  unhappy  until finally Mirren simply stopped asking where her father was ,and when he was coming home. The letters that came from him, were much anticipated by them both, and Romy would read them over and over, to Mirren ,so that their little golden haired daughter would always know how much her father loved her,and how much he missed  her as  she missed him. This seemed to mollify the two year old to some extent.The walls of the farmhouse, were decorated in the childish drawings of their little family and their pets. Munin,had pretty much decided he was Mirren’s guardian,and followed her everywhere. He kept the active little girl busy and out of trouble;they had been the best of friends since she was a baby. Though Romy had found him haunting one of the farms in Gilneas ,she adopted him into her family ,and gave him a loving home.It was clear from his loving nature, that he was a much beloved pet ,and a family dog . He regarded both Fnar and Romy as his Alphas , and took his responsibilities as a guard dog very seriously.He was one of the rare few animals that were allowed inside. Dawn , Fnar’s lovely cat, was another that had the rare privilege of being allowed inside but she preferred to be outside with her master, or off hunting.

Looking about the large room,Romy made certain she had everything packed.. she wanted to make sure that they didn’t leave anything behind , as they had an early start tomorrow ,and needed to be at Brill to catch the Zeppelin for Orgrimmar , then it was onto Northrend.  Normally she would have waited until baby Romar was older, but Foxtail sent word that Elder Greengrove, wasn’t doing well, which prompted the travel. Elder Greengrove ,was Birsa’s father.. pretty much father to the tribe.. he had guided and raised a motley group of younglings after they had been separated from their families after the Scourge had swept through their homeland. Some were orphaned that day, and some were brought to Outland, to be cared for , until the time came for them to return. Unfortunately , Kael’thas had other plans, and sought to turn them into his own private army..until with the help of Aethas Sunreaver,  Elder Greengrove, along with several of the elders,  smuggled the children away ,right under Kael’thas’ nose  into Northrend. There they had shed their previous trappings of civilization,and became the close knit tribe.Romy owed her life to the Elder ,many times over, and she knew she needed to go back , if only to say good bye to the ancient elf. Like her grandmother, Elder Greengrove came from another time ,he was a part of the history of Quel’thelas..he was the Lorekeeper of  their tribe. However time, was catching up to him, and the rest of the elders, and Romy knew if she didn’t take this chance now.. she would never have it again.

She could hear the door opening ,and called out  ” Birsa, is that you ?”  but it wasn’t the young lass but a much older woman. Leaning heavily on her cane, the Matriarch paused as she took sight of the tall ,rangy huntress; who despite giving birth to two children, was lean and fit as ever . She smiled  pensively ” I can’t get over how much you remind me of your mother.. she was very much in love with your father.. as he was with her. They grew up together ,along with my children. The De Keres, the Winterbournes and the Nighthearts.. we weren’t just close allies.. but family. I knew your father and uncle , since they were just babies ..your father was always the quiet studious type.. your uncle ,was quite the scoundrel, who reminds me of your young man in alot of ways.” she spoke as she moved over to the crib where Romar was sleeping . Romy pulled out a chair for the aged Matriarch ,helping the elder sit ,before taking a seat herself ,” I think in some ways, that’s what attracted me to him; he had that same wildness of spirit like Uncle Xyrkun ,had in his youth. I know Dad, became quite the wild one , from what aunt Desiree says.”  Romy chuckled softly ,and her grandmother nodded with a soft chuckle ” Ah yes..your aunt Desiree was quite the wild one herself.. I remember when she married not just my son Corwin,but your uncle Xyrkun as well… it was quite the scandal but we weathered through it because they clearly loved her, and she, loved them. It was very hard on your cousin when she not only lost her parents,but her younger siblings as well..we didn’t realize just how much it affected her, until her collapse .” the matriarch continued , though the topic clearly pained  her, Romy reached out a hand and encased the fragile withered hand in her own weathered one .” How is she doing now? ” she asks gently .

The elderly elven woman, merely pats her hand ” She’s recovering..her mother is with her, and that seems to be helping.  Seeing her daughter suffering from addiction, has rallied her mother to her side,and made her forget that she is a deathknight. I’m glad to see that , the Lich king, did not take away the love , Desiree had for her daughter.; seeing her daughter suffering, brought back the loving nature she had thought was lost.” Romy smiled in perfect understanding ” I still have dreams of my mother.. sometimes when I wake  up, I swear I can smell her perfume in the air. She always smelled of Lavender,and vanilla  ; they were always her favourite scents.” she mused pensively remembering the beautiful woman with the dark red hair and deep green eyes. The older woman, merely raised a hand, and brush a strand of hair out of her grand daughter’s eyes ” She would have been proud of the woman you have become; and would have enjoyed her grandchildren. Your daughter is very much like you at that age; and I daresay she’s going to be breaking hearts when she’s older.She’s a good blend of you and her father; though I hope she doesn’t have the same wildness of spirit as your aunt, uncle and father did .. but as they say, only time will tell . Your son, is a darling lad, I can see already, he’s going to be quite a handful when he’s older. He’s already learned how to flirt ,at his age.. ” she shakes her head in amusement. Romy chuckled ruefully and replies ” Well  given his pedigree .. I can’t see how its possible for him not to be..he comes by it honestly ” she looks over to see the dark red hair peeping over the coverlet  as he slept on blissfully, with a tummyful of milk.

Easing herself up to her feet, the Matriarch sighed ” I will let you get back to your packing, I know you are worried about your other family in northrend; do give them my regards.. all though we have not met, I am grateful for them for saving you, and raising you properly when your own parents could not. They did a fine job,and they are as much your family as we are.” she leans in and gives Romy a kiss on the cheek ,before she turns and makes her way slowly to the door, which flies open and a little girl with bright gold curls ,bounces in . Seeing the Matriarch  she squeals ” grammie! ” Running over to give the elderly woman a big hug, and a kiss . The matriarch carefully bends down,and gives the little girl a kiss on the head ,after recieving a big sloppy kiss from her great grandchild. ” Hello, poppet, you be a good girl for your mother , and help her when she needs it , alright?”  she gently taps the little girl on the nose, playfully. Mirren nods eagerly ” yes, grammie.. I help ”  She looks up to the elder  with big eyes. ” That’s a good girl.. why don’t you come down later, and you can have tea with me . I think you will love the scones with the clotted cream .. I know I do ‘ she invites the toddler, whose eyes become wide and looks to her mother ” Can I ?”  Romy nods, with a smile “yes you may..”  Turning to Romy ,the elder gives her a warm smile ” I expect you, Birsa  and the children down in the sunroom around four “before she turns and makes her way out before Romy could speak.

 
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Posted by on May 9, 2017 in Ramblings

 

Homesick

May 5

I miss Northrend..I miss the Storm peaks.. and the little camp that was my home since I was quite young..my sister is happy here but I am experiencing a very acute case of homesickness..if I didn’t have my family.. I suspect I would be haunting the wilds of Grizzly hills, hunting elk, and bear. Just being in the crisp fresh air ,and away from the nattering peacocks that populate Silvermoon…. eugh… how can one think with all that noise?!! Thankfully Nightheart Hall is far enough from Silvermoon City that I don’t have to listen to the caterwauling of whores disguised as nobility day in and day out, as we did,when we were staying in one of the apartments in the city.. I don’t think I bathed as much as I did then… still the thought makes me shudder.

Still no word about Romy and the kids ..I should be patient..I should be out there looking for them  too.. not stuck here behind a desk directing things but with Dad away fighting and Romy missing. I need to be here to assure people. Nightheart Hall has been empty for far too long.. while Romy may be the matriarch of the family.. Dad has entrusted me with the running of the place;and Romy managed to convince him, that I was in a far better position to be head of the house while they were both gone.; it wasn’t something Dad had counted on.. he was hoping that Romy would take on the responsibility, but she has enough on her plate right now. I miss her.. I miss her counsel ,and her way of stripping away pretense and presenting the bare boned facts. She’s always been blunt and direct.. it didn’t sit well with alot of people especially with those , who liked to disguise their motives behind flowery speeches.. I suppose I have picked up that little particular trait as well. I have very little patience for people ,who think because I was raised in Northrend, that I must be some kind of backwoods barbarian..and try to rob me blind.. certainly shocked the stuffing out of them when I showed them that I actually had a brain in my head, and was far more educated then they gave me credit for. I can now understand why Birsa chooses not to learn Common, but would rather speak in Vrykul instead; however that doesn’t mean she can’t understand it.. she’s very well versed in Common  .. she just chooses not to speak it . I’ve known Birsa since my sister and I were small. She is the youngest of Elder Greengrove’s children ,and she’s been best friends with  both Sheenagh and I , since we first arrived to the tribe. She  made us feel welcome,and we got into many adventures together. She’s like another sister to me… I couldn’t even think about her in a romantic sense.. it just felt…wrong.  When Romy was expecting Romar,and needed a hand with Mirren.. Birsa stepped in to help. I hope they are all ok..

I have been praying nightly to our gods in Northrend.. to Odyn..the Allfather… to Freya, to Thorim.. to look after my sister, and my family. I have no faith in this Light that the bloodknights worship..my beliefs lie with the ancient deities of the far north; as does my tribe. I suppose I should sit down ,and write down the history of my tribe .. so that my children and others may know our ways. It will preserve  their legacy..and give me something to do, to take my mind off of how much I miss my big sister.

Tywin Nightheart

 
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Posted by on May 9, 2017 in Ramblings