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Midnight Writtings...ok, so it was 10!
So last night was fun. I came home..ate and showered and then hopped onto WoW. Scamp had told me earlier that she had a terrible headache and that she’d lay down in hopes to get rid of it, but I didn’t expect her to be on since those sort of things can be debilitating. So, after tending to things on Agaruwen, I jumped on my newer character, Silima, and leveled her up to 10. I’ve never personally leveled a Rogue up to 10, so that was something for me. Yay for me! Makes me feel empowered….but I still don’t think I could level a preist…seriously =..=
Anyway. Something really funny happened….and the way it happened, it was like I could envision it all as a story. So, I immediately wrote a letter in WoW to Scamp. All OOC, mainly to tell her not to worry much about not getting on ‘cuz I managed to have fun on my own. Then, the whole thing just kept repeating in my head, so I stayed up a little late writing a short story about it! It was all unedited and I didn’t think it was very good, but I managed to e-mail it to Scamp before the pills kicked in (and I had to drag myself upstairs before I collapsed =..=). I explained that it was something that happened and the way it went down made me think of it as part of a story. I told her to let me know if there were mistakes or if it just sucked…and she liked it! So, I’ve decided to go ahead and post Silima’s little mini-adventure up here. Please keep in mind that this is what happened, I’ve just put it into story format.
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Silima crouched by the wall, not batting an eyelash. The sound of the distant waves could be heard above her silent breathing. She held her position, reminding herself not to be disturbed by the groan-like labored breathing of the wretched hooligan staring right at her…not three feet away. The thing had been on patrol on the second incline of the tower at Sunsail Anchorage, when it stopped abruptly and looked her way. Silima’s first impulse was to freeze, not that she had any doubt in her skill at stealth; she simply wasn’t the type to try taking chances. After a moment of staring right through her – or so it seemed – the pitiful wretched ambled back on its path.
Had she not being trying to achieve invisibility with he stealth mode, she would have let out a long drawn-out sigh. Undead of any kind were not her forte, and as far as she was concerned, the Wretched might as well be considered undead. She continued along the incline to the third floor. From her brief pit stop on the balcony of the second floor, she knew this would be the last rung of the tower. She carefully poked her head up to survey her ignorant opponents.
‘Hmm...Three. The smaller two are obviously just lackeys...and the ugly one in the middle is Aldaron.’ She thought, narrowing her eyes at her target. All she really needed was Aldaron...not that she felt overly merciful towards the Wretched...but no reason to exert herself any more than she’d have to...
She slinked around the edge of the top floor, noticing the fancy draperies hung just before the balcony. Evidently they were tried to show off a bit of culture concerning their not-so-fearless leader. Silima scoffed inwardly. ‘No one with this many guards is fearless.’ She thought ruefully.
She set herself up comfortably behind the curtains, looked over the edge...it would be tricky, but if she got a running start, she might be able to make the water. She smiled at the thought. Killing the villain and leaping away from his two cronies! What a story it would make! She couldn’t wait to tell Agaruwen all about it, and she wasn’t even home!
Calming herself, she walked several paces away from the edge...stood up and fired a shot from her bow. Aldaron let out a holler – or very loud groan, as the Wretched were known more for that sort of thing – and ran right at her. If he hadn’t yowled so loudly, his cohorts would never have noticed his predicament. After a dazed moment, they followed his example.
He took a swipe at her with his staff, but she easily evaded. With a growl, he began charging up a fireball spell. Dodging swipes from the other two, Silima managed to execute a perfect Gouge, causing him to fall into a stupor. She followed it up with Eviscerate and then Sinister Strike. Unfortunately, the price of those perfect moves was getting smacked a few times by his goons. She winced momentarily before forcing her focus on Aldaron. He was waning! She was definitely gaining more ground than she was loosing. Knowing her victory was imminent sent another burst of energy through her body. Another gouge, followed by a sinister strike and he was dead!
She reached down quick, pulling the fiend’s head cleanly off his shoulders, and turned on heel towards the balcony. The other two were following close behind as she stuffed his head in one of her bags. She planted her feet to make the jump count and – One of them landed a clean strike to her ankle. She lost momentum and tumbled off the edge of the balcony! She landed on her feet on the second balcony, and tried to push away from the floor with all her might, clenching her teeth to restrain the yelp of pain surging up her leg. It still wasn’t enough! Her left hip hit the edge of the base of the landing, sending her flipping head-first into the water.
Silima surfaced simply by floating on her back. She managed to use her arms to quietly row herself into the shadows just under the eve of Sunsail Anchorage. She froze, concentrating on keeping herself silent...there were still plenty of Wretched patrolling the decks…
She managed to see one out of the corner of her eye…he was staring dumbly at the ripples in the water. He slowly craned his head up to look at the balcony above and then turned his back and shuffled away.
‘...Was that the same fella I saw going up?’ she thought, almost laughing at the idea. ‘Guess I beat you on the way down too, buddy.’ The mirth that swelled inside her from the absurd hilarity (not to mention surviving this near-death experience) nearly overwhelmed her. Still, she focused on her breathing and then, when she was certain the coast was clear, turned to swim away. Everything below her belly button screamed in agony when she tried to swim. ‘Imbecile!’ she scolded herself, switching solely to her arms for swimming. It was going to be a long swim...but she was nothing if not a survivor – and an improviser.
She sighed mentally. ‘I am not looking forward to telling Agaruwen this story.’
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So...? Whadya think? I’d write more, but I gotta finish lunch! Later, Sunshines!
You Are Badminton |
 You are quite talented but not very appreciated. You are detail oriented, very focused, and agile. You are happy to forsake glory for success in something you truly love. |
*immeadately lapses into giggles, remembering the sceenes from Furuba!*
