Rituals
The next morning found her head aching. She had spent the night in Stormwind, too drunk and too angry to head for Ironforge. The pain and nausea brought some clarity to her thinking, however, and she realized her behavior had been less than stellar. A quick bath, and she readied her gear, stopping by SI:7 to pick up supplies. Time for some training, to refresh the Laws in her head.
Bjorke headed for Blade’s Edge Mountains. The Cenarions there had managed to keep a peaceful setting, amid the chaos that reigned around them. They had some work they needed done, to fight back the Wyrmcultists. Bjorke was ready to help, to fight for justice for the peaceful Cenarions.
Death. Strength. Wisdom. Honor. Love. She chanted the Laws to herself as she worked – it became almost a war cry as she fought. She did not fear her own death… but to be left behind again… Bjorke pushed ahead. Strength. She drew it from her own will, and from Edrick. His strength had saved her before, but was it enough? Wisdom. At least she recognized her own foolish behavior from last night – before there were any dire consequences. Honor. Was there Honor in her future? Couldn’t it be enough to just be together? Love. What she felt was so deep, so primal, it seemed to go beyond Love. Read the rest of this entry »
Bad Moods and Bad Ale
She walked into the tavern, and looked through the gloom towards the voices. Edrick was easy enough to spot, especially as he was laughing at something. He was seated at a table with Mirav, their guild mate, and a human man, bearing the colors of the Crimson Knights. Bjorke knew him, although they had not been introduced. Edrick turned and grinned lopsidedly at her, having caught her scent as she walked in. She nodded at the troll half-breed, and took a seat next to Edrick.
The Knight looked up. “You look familiar. Do I know you?”
Bjorke smiled politely at the absurd question. “I know you, but I have no way of knowing if you know me.”
He laughed, realizing what he had said, and introduced himself as Richord Welche. She bowed her head in acknowledgement, and told him her name. “I know many in your order, and I am pleased to meet you, as well.”
She signaled for an ale as Edrick began to talk again about his fighting matches that he and Mirav were participating in for the reward money. Bjorke frowned into her drink, and even in the dim light, Edrick noticed. He leaned over and whispered to her in Althorin. Read the rest of this entry »
Sisterly Love
Let’s go hunting. It’ll be like the old days. Bjorke read the note from her sister. Sure, she thought, why not? And she headed out to Un’Goro. Auralis was waiting at the flight master, and embraced her in a big hug.
“We’ve got so much to catch up on! It’s just been ages!” Auralis beamed at Bjorke.
“What are we hunting?” Bjorke preferred to get to business, and Auralis frowned at her.
“I need some materials, and they are commonly found here.”
Bjorke nodded, and prepared her gear and mount. “You ready?” She didn’t wait for the response, but headed down the pass to the basin. They soon fell into their easy groove of hunting, the rhythm of pull and fight coming back to them from the years past.
Auralis glanced at Bjorke, and saw that she was in her “zone” and quite relaxed. “So… how’s Edrick?” Read the rest of this entry »
