Fallacy
07-02-2007, 03:16 AM
A hollow roar echoes through what would be Fallacy's ears. Bright blue crashes before his feet, only slightly brushing the armor that covers nothing but bone beneath. The wind whispers through his bare teeth, imitating the sound of a sigh passing through nonexistant lips.
"If there's one thing I miss about being alive, it's the feeling of the ocean breeze."
Lounging further up the beach is the Watcher's only companion, the rift dragon affectionately named Danakh. A fish slurps down his maw, before staring at Fallacy. "Vantor unokh ban it'ymal lok'undal, romas," the dragon conversed in his own tongue. "Regret does nothing for the soul, master."
"But remembering is not necessarily hurtful." Fallacy had only begun to realize this. His own past had come rushing up to meet him, and the clash had nearly shaken his resolution. As he gazed out over the horizon, one sight stood out among the endless blue in front of him. White sails, leading away from some distant port, dotted the edge of his vision.
"And I can't help it. If my heart still had a rhythm in my chest, it would be elated with the thought of..." Fallacy trailed off. He struggled to remember why the sea made him feel such a way.
At first, he thought he hated it. It was the sea that had claimed him in death. It was the object of his suffering as he had tried to maintain life for his ailing mother. It had taken his love away from him as Visena's memories disappeared beneath the waves.
And it was his escape. He had gone out to sea to hide from a world that had taken everything from him. He felt free from the strains of remembering what it had done to him. The death of his father. Being exiled into Lordaeron. His brother disappearing into the mountains. And, for all he had done for his mother, he wanted to escape his obligations to her, only to leave her dying as he became something inhuman.
"However, the ocean's beauty no longer moves my heart. Now, it's bleak and empty." Fallacy clenched his right hand; no longer made of flesh, but of the blood of the Old Gods, elementium. "I am order ordered, driven by the waves of faith. All that remains now is in the hands of fate."
Beyond the beach, the sounds of battle raged through the trees that still survived a fire set deep within it. The hand he had balled tightly melded like the surface of the water behind him, showing its true nature. It was an artifact blessed and empowered by powers stretching worlds. Shirvallah had given it the ability to transform. The elementium made it magically repellant. Coming in contact with the Heart of Fury had given him the power to bestow greater strength and speed on himself for short periods of time. Nary a weapon rivalled it, besides those that were out of his grasp, for the time being.
"Sounds like the orcs are pushing back the Stormwind raid. Let's continue our task of monitoring this event before more of the Infinity reveal themselves." Danakh barked his agreement, and the two made out into the swamp.
"Once a captain, always a captain." Fallacy uttered to himself before forming his hand into a wicked axe.
"If there's one thing I miss about being alive, it's the feeling of the ocean breeze."
Lounging further up the beach is the Watcher's only companion, the rift dragon affectionately named Danakh. A fish slurps down his maw, before staring at Fallacy. "Vantor unokh ban it'ymal lok'undal, romas," the dragon conversed in his own tongue. "Regret does nothing for the soul, master."
"But remembering is not necessarily hurtful." Fallacy had only begun to realize this. His own past had come rushing up to meet him, and the clash had nearly shaken his resolution. As he gazed out over the horizon, one sight stood out among the endless blue in front of him. White sails, leading away from some distant port, dotted the edge of his vision.
"And I can't help it. If my heart still had a rhythm in my chest, it would be elated with the thought of..." Fallacy trailed off. He struggled to remember why the sea made him feel such a way.
At first, he thought he hated it. It was the sea that had claimed him in death. It was the object of his suffering as he had tried to maintain life for his ailing mother. It had taken his love away from him as Visena's memories disappeared beneath the waves.
And it was his escape. He had gone out to sea to hide from a world that had taken everything from him. He felt free from the strains of remembering what it had done to him. The death of his father. Being exiled into Lordaeron. His brother disappearing into the mountains. And, for all he had done for his mother, he wanted to escape his obligations to her, only to leave her dying as he became something inhuman.
"However, the ocean's beauty no longer moves my heart. Now, it's bleak and empty." Fallacy clenched his right hand; no longer made of flesh, but of the blood of the Old Gods, elementium. "I am order ordered, driven by the waves of faith. All that remains now is in the hands of fate."
Beyond the beach, the sounds of battle raged through the trees that still survived a fire set deep within it. The hand he had balled tightly melded like the surface of the water behind him, showing its true nature. It was an artifact blessed and empowered by powers stretching worlds. Shirvallah had given it the ability to transform. The elementium made it magically repellant. Coming in contact with the Heart of Fury had given him the power to bestow greater strength and speed on himself for short periods of time. Nary a weapon rivalled it, besides those that were out of his grasp, for the time being.
"Sounds like the orcs are pushing back the Stormwind raid. Let's continue our task of monitoring this event before more of the Infinity reveal themselves." Danakh barked his agreement, and the two made out into the swamp.
"Once a captain, always a captain." Fallacy uttered to himself before forming his hand into a wicked axe.