tenth rune :: frost

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

[Those patronizing Caritas this evening might find an elf sitting moodily at the bar, self-medicating with tumbler after tumbler of booze--largely scotch and rum. He's thinking about the course of his existence as it's so far gone in this place. The kiss with Vereesa. Her marriage proposal. The weird hair-petting thing with Alleria. And, of course, the kiss with Liadrin. All instances of contact that were directly influenced--forced--by the castle's whim. His already agitated expression darkens as he thinks over these events, and he grumbles, unaware of his open journal.]

Light damn this wretched place.

[A moment later, he realizes that the thing is open and speaks more directly into it.]

Some time ago, I was given a pupil to instruct. It seems that the boy in question was sent home. Thus, if any of you would like weapons training and are in need of a teacher, let me know. I have expertise in the majority of melee weapons, particularly the broadsword. My name is Koltira Deathweaver, for your reference.

[ooc: feel free to prod sir lineface X) ]

Comments

[kingsleigher.livejournal.com]

Well met, Mr. Deathweaver.

London. A lot of people here seem to have heard of it. [And this makes her smile.]

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

I'm the exception, then.

[kingsleigher.livejournal.com]

That's alright. It wasn't a particularly spectacular place.

What about you, sir?

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

Happy to be here, then?

Azeroth.

[kingsleigher.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I'm not particularly upset -- it's all very curious to me! But I wouldn't be entirely unhappy going back to London either.

Sorry, I haven't heard of it.

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

[he's a little unsettled by her seeming detachment! What a strange, tiny human.] You don't miss your family? Friends?

It's a different planet from yours, I expect.

[kingsleigher.livejournal.com]

A bit. I haven't much family anymore, I'm afraid. [Her friends exist ~elsewhere~]

Maybe. Perhaps I'll see it, one day. [IDEALISTIC SMILE. :)]

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Nor do I. [but, you're alive. and the living have so much ... to ... live for.]

It's a dangerous place. Though you might like my homeland.

[kingsleigher.livejournal.com]

[FUNNY HOW THAT WORKS]

I'm sorry, then. Were you fond of them?

Would you tell me about it?

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

I'm fond of what little remains in my memory.

I come from the forests of Quel'thalas, which are enchanted so that the season is always in the gentlest part of autumn. Every tree is red or gold; the grass is verdant, the breeze fresh. Magic suffuses every part of the atmosphere.