Post by Kestrel on Jan 19, 2011 13:05:29 GMT 1
(( I don't have time to play Kes right now, and I'm still thoroughly disgusted by hunter gameplay changes -- but wherever the character is, this what's up with her. ))
The earth died screaming
while I lay dreaming of you
~
Tom Waits: The Earth Died Screaming
No Aspect has ever died - it is unthinkable. We said that, in the early days of the Nexus War. We gave our oath to Alextrasza, mistress of the Red Flight, Queen of Dragons - and when she found no other way, we helped her burn the Spellweaver from the sky.
Was that what shook the world enough to wake mad Neltharion from his demented sleep? Did we do this?
This is what I think, in the early days after the Shattering, while the world shivers and quakes with the aftershock of Deathwing's passage. Did we do this, when we helped kill Malygos? Or did we do it long ago, when we took up magic and brought about the Sundering? Did we then open the door to things that would eat the Balance from within, have we been losing ever since? Will wise Ysera be next, or perhaps silent Nozdormu, already absent from us? Or will Aleztrasza be driven as mad as her dark brother, broken by the sorrow of begin judge and executioner to her own kind?
Much to mourn in those early days - but even in destruction, there is balance. I cry for the earth's pain, I mourn when I hear of Staghelm's fall - but Cenarius and the ancients return to us, and for that, there is joy. I walk, the soft paths of this newly broken world. I listen to Goldrinn's voice under the moon, and I hear the one who taught me to listen.
It is the last that marks the change, for me. In me.
A decade, since Hyjal, a decade spent in fury and pain, waiting to die, for duty to kill me as it killed my love, my soul, who I waited for so long. I look at the scars Deathwing left on my beloved earth, and for the for the first time in a decade, I am grateful to be alive. Does it make me less that I had to see the world broken to recognize my place in it again? Should I feel shame that I needed to see my pain reflected in a scale infinitely greater, before I could see past it?
I walk through the shattered world around me, and for the first time since I don't know when, I no longer see those dark days of loss, those dim millennia of waiting in vain. I see damage that needs undoing; I see things that need mending. This is what we did, he and I, when life was good. This is what he would have asked of me now, isn't it? Not to follow him vainly. To follow love instead, and let that live even after it's object has gone.
I can do that, my love. I can do that.
The earth died screaming
while I lay dreaming of you
~
Tom Waits: The Earth Died Screaming
No Aspect has ever died - it is unthinkable. We said that, in the early days of the Nexus War. We gave our oath to Alextrasza, mistress of the Red Flight, Queen of Dragons - and when she found no other way, we helped her burn the Spellweaver from the sky.
Was that what shook the world enough to wake mad Neltharion from his demented sleep? Did we do this?
This is what I think, in the early days after the Shattering, while the world shivers and quakes with the aftershock of Deathwing's passage. Did we do this, when we helped kill Malygos? Or did we do it long ago, when we took up magic and brought about the Sundering? Did we then open the door to things that would eat the Balance from within, have we been losing ever since? Will wise Ysera be next, or perhaps silent Nozdormu, already absent from us? Or will Aleztrasza be driven as mad as her dark brother, broken by the sorrow of begin judge and executioner to her own kind?
Much to mourn in those early days - but even in destruction, there is balance. I cry for the earth's pain, I mourn when I hear of Staghelm's fall - but Cenarius and the ancients return to us, and for that, there is joy. I walk, the soft paths of this newly broken world. I listen to Goldrinn's voice under the moon, and I hear the one who taught me to listen.
It is the last that marks the change, for me. In me.
A decade, since Hyjal, a decade spent in fury and pain, waiting to die, for duty to kill me as it killed my love, my soul, who I waited for so long. I look at the scars Deathwing left on my beloved earth, and for the for the first time in a decade, I am grateful to be alive. Does it make me less that I had to see the world broken to recognize my place in it again? Should I feel shame that I needed to see my pain reflected in a scale infinitely greater, before I could see past it?
I walk through the shattered world around me, and for the first time since I don't know when, I no longer see those dark days of loss, those dim millennia of waiting in vain. I see damage that needs undoing; I see things that need mending. This is what we did, he and I, when life was good. This is what he would have asked of me now, isn't it? Not to follow him vainly. To follow love instead, and let that live even after it's object has gone.
I can do that, my love. I can do that.