I DM a campaign, homebrew of course, where I’ve pretty much set my own rules and ideals. My players are a couple of folk who are rather open to other races and cultures (even species) not of their ilk, however, I like to cause trouble as a DM and so I throw in a few NPCs who have hatred for all things that are not them. This adds flavor to the game and can result in combat or at the very least, a heated discussion.

I enjoy making characters who are, for the most part, quite flawed. I don’t need to make them as attractive as all hell (ugly elves? check!) or even as thin as they should be (fat chick elves? Yep!) but I do enjoy playing around with species and races. My players are free to react as they will which results in a few interesting surprises and fun times.

One of the things that got to me was, as I played Warcraft I noticed that some of the RPers are far too afraid to be, shall we say, racist. I don’t mean something like calling blood elves gay (that’s not racism at all, that’s being more ignorant), I mean if you play a blood elf, you actually snub other races. You, as a blood elf, are okay with the Forsaken but other races, maybe not so much. Maybe if you play Alliance as a human you mistrust night elves (as most of the younger races do). Perhaps it is this that might bring a bit of flavor into RP.

Now I’m not saying you should alienate new players, but perhaps new players are looking at WoWWiki and seeing these race articles and are putting them to the test. Trust is something earned in real life and perhaps even in-game life. Honestly speaking, when I played (even if my own characters were quite flawed and didn’t exactly follow lore) I played a blood elf who was trying to bond more with the Horde (though most of our group was blood elven) and try to get used to his newfound allies. When I played alliance as a Night elf, I played a druid who was mistrusting of some of the younger races, particularly when it came to magic users, and a little bit daunted by the outsider draenei.

Almost every race in WoW is known for something, and there may be a few “special snowflakes” that are trying new things to garner different reactions. Maybe some of the more experienced players could try this in some city or something.

It’s just a couple of thoughts there. I welcome anyone who’s got some interesting experiences with their characters and racism in RP to post a comment. I’d love to hear about how interesting things went.

Whenever someone says something that is not part of the norm, or, outside of the viewpoint of the the rest of the community. They get downvoted (as in the case of some sites) or chewed out because they’re not with the circle-jerk, but against it. So, they make their points, and the hivemind of the circle-jerkers proudly walks off content with their victory. Congratulations, you’ve just scared off someone who has an open mind, not a closed one.

This is something I’ve noticed quite a lot lately on social networking. Any disagreements are crossed off, flamed, or essentially told where they can go with their ideas and where to shove it. Admittedly, I’m guilty of some of this. I, too, was part of the circle jerk, but now I’m stepping back and looking at things. It’s taken a couple of individuals, people that some would call “trolls” to really open my mind and eyes to what’s really going on.

I’m not saying everyone has to disagree with everything, what I’m trying to say is that maybe some folks should start thinking outside the box, and actually look at what others are saying before telling them where to get off. I mean agreeing to disagree is something else. There’s quite a few things I agree on, and quite a few things I disagree on. Those that disagree tend to be like myself, and because we don’t want conflict, we tend to be silent, because others will flame us for not being part of the collective. Do we all have to be part of the hivemind? Do we all have to be essentially brainwashed into agreeing with everything that’s said?

That said, I’ve got a confession to make. I don’t play WoW. There, I said it. If you’re following me on twitter because of the WoW pic and what not, I’m sorry, but I haven’t touched WoW in quite a while. Something like 8-9 months ago. “But you follow WoW people, and you’ve got a list of them.” Yes, I do. I like reading some people’s blogs and especially the RPers posts. Since I roleplay often, I enjoy reading other’s adventures. I also like to see what’s going on, where classes are headed. I try to keep an open mind though, especially when it comes down to the whole talent trees and which talents are useful and useless. I like to keep informed about some things. Just because I don’t play, doesn’t mean I’m not paying attention, or that I don’t RT some blogs when they make a post because I feel it needs to be shared. Sharing is caring, right?

I’m not sure I’m liking the direction of Cataclysm. While I understand that almost every MMO out there has copied something from another, to the point where very few are unique, I still have high hopes for a game that’s played by 11 million people. Maybe I just have high expectations. Sorry folks, I’m stepping outside of the circlejerk. I’m not fond of Cataclysm. I think I’ll quote someone I’ve been following, “how can you possibly follow up the Story of Arthas Menethil, one of the most tragic characters in gaming history with Deathwing, one of the most cliche concepts in ALL realms of fantasy? Evil black dragon bent on destruction? Been there, done that. I’m worried for Cataclysm.” He is right, I mean, since the announcement I’ve been thinking it’s more like it’s straight out of Dragonlance.

Maybe it’s just that I’ve read far too many science fiction and fantasy novels for my own good, but honestly I half expected Blizzard to expand more on Arthas. I suppose there’s only so much. Some of the other details I’ve heard about it, at least lore wise, have not impressed me. There are skills and talents, as far as classes go, that I’m interested in. I’m not so crazy about the races either. I’d rather the goblins stay neutral. That’s just me.

At any rate, I believe I will step out of the circlejerk and take a look at what’s going on. I will still follow the cataclysm updates, because I want to know what’s up with the lore and the like, but I’m not up for looking at the landscapes yet. I don’t know if I will return to WoW once things in my life are straightened out, but for now, I’d like to keep my wait and see attitude, and post up some funny and interesting things I find over the internet for the amusement of others.

Aside from that, there’s one more thing I’d like to address. The controlling. Yeah sure, everyone has some part of their personality that has some sort of controlling issue with it. They’re the ones whom, I feel, are the start of the circlejerk. They’re the ones who can’t take criticism, can’t deal with the differences in opinion, and the ones armed with the flamethrowers, insults and name calling. they’re quick to judge, but they don’t like to be called out. They usually end up setting themselves up to be trolled, or usually, they can also be the trolls.

In short, while this may seem like it’s one huge rant, I’m just trying to essentially say that it might be better to think outside the box, think outside the hivemind. You don’t need to go around attacking people for their opinions and such, you can be more of an adult about things, but maybe, I just don’t see people the way others do. I prefer to stay out of the circlejerk, thanks. There’s things I agree on, but there’s things I disagree with. However, its the circlejerkers and the collective hivemind that prevent some of us from saying things.

Words are powerful things, as I’ve been learning since a small child. All of us learn this. It’s just how we use our words that brings them more into focus. Many people in this world are sensitive, some more than others. This is another one of my problems. Communication, and forming the words. I, like most people, have this innate fear that I will say something that will make people like me less. So, most of the time, while I want to say something, I don’t. I tend to just say, “yeah, okay.” or “Indeed.” or “I understand.” to somethings where I actually don’t agree or don’t understand. I feel as though I’m walking on eggshells.

Recently, I’ve come to understand that my lack of communication is a huge problem. It’s cost me a few friendships, some relationships, and caused me more stress than I should really have. Truth be told, I hold many things back. I don’t want to bore or depress anyone with the sort of things that have happened in my life. I don’t want to annoy people with that sort. No, that was the old Al. That was the Al who used to really be emotional, and essentially cry out for attention, as best as I could by playing victim. I got over that and grew up. Now, I’m seeing things from another perspective. One I never even knew existed until now. It’s as if, as some people may say, I’ve found God.

Maybe I have. Maybe it is his design, his will, his interference that is teaching me, or it’s something else, like another reason that I just don’t have words for. In any case, whatever the driving force is, I’ve made some realizations, and understandings. I don’t have to voice my opinion if I don’t want to, but instead, if I see someone struggling, someone having trouble, I should extend my hand out and be more of a supporting figure. My ignorance has gone too far, and only now do I realize too late, that instead of turning my back, I should have offered my hand.

Words are powerful. Sometimes, I have a hard time conveying them, and saying how I feel because I am afraid of what the other person may do. Perhaps it’s time I stopped, and started opening myself up more and more to the people I care about. I’ve been working on the negative side of myself and focusing more on the positive. I only hope that I can voice this to others on my facebook and twitter and help them be as positive as they can be, even if their day is going bad. I suppose, that’s the other reason I tend to be such a goof, and post videos and music. I only hope everyone enjoys it as much as I do.

Aside from that, it’s keeping an open mind that has made me able to accept so much. I don’t turn a blind eye to everything, but I’ve always believed that people should have the right to express their views and beliefs without too much negative criticism, stereotyping, or bigotry.

In short, for those who are like, tl;dr and such. Communication is a problem that many of us have troubles with, and at some point in our lives we have to deal with it and face the facts. We can’t continue to dwell on it, we have to move forward and understand that we’ve made an error. Only when we realize that we’ve made a mistake is when we need to learn how to correct it.  That said, more people need to be positive to themselves and each other and not be so closed minded.

I tend to ramble, but maybe someone out there understood what I’m trying to convey.

I can’t just unfollow the 200 – 300+ World of Warcrafters I follow on Twitter and pretend WoW doesn’t exist. If I did that, I’d have to get rid of all my books and the trading cards I own. I simply can’t let it go. It’s everywhere, whether I choose to ignore it or not.

A couple of friends wanted to continue the RP we had started and continue it on messengers. If you’re wondering how that went, it didn’t. It was done one day, and then I got a barrage of excuses. I’m still holding on faith that maybe it could continue, but I’m starting to highly doubt it. It made me sad. I had my hopes up and then my hopes have been dropped again.

I joined RPoL when a couple of friends and their friends came up with another roleplay, but then that seemed to fizzle and die too. So when a friend of mine, seeking a new roleplay to do asked me to come up with something for just me and them, I did. A random, out of this world roleplay ever: a crossover. Since we’d RPed in WoW together and had a great time doing so, as well as messing up the Lore, and bending it every which way. I decided it was time to open up this can of worms and start something.

I’d already had plans for some more than interesting machinima videos with inter-game fun, but this was different. This was my story. This was something I’d written, something I’ve been working on for years as part of a series of novels (which may never see publication, but who knows). I decided the character that my friend played would simply be integrated into my world. Fun ensues.

Crossovers are normally done in fanfiction, I don’t know of too many that do crossovers in roleplay. I have heard of a Forgotten Realms mixed with WoW roleplay, not sure how that’s going, but I’m hoping those guys are having fun. I could be wrong here, but I honestly think that in some cases, it should be alright to bend the rules and make things far more funner by doing so. If anything, it creates something new and refreshing, I think. Crossovers should happen more often, you never know what will happen. It’s a little different, a little weird, but it makes for something less dull and uninteresting.

So, for the time being, since I cannot play WoW, I will revel in the RP I have made. My friend’s character is totally at my mercy as “Dungeon Master”. This makes me smile, in both a wicked way and also with real happiness.

In no particular order:

Chiron Beta Prime – Spiffworld

I always welcome something different and I happen to enjoy Spiffworld’s machinima and Jonathan Coulton’s songs. I enjoy this for it’s originality.

He Will Redeem Us – Selserene

Haunting melody, this one tends to get overlooked for more “happier” tunes. Also I do love the Blood Elves.

12 Days of Winter’s Veil – Oxhorn

It wouldn’t be Christmas without 12 Days of Christmas er, I mean, Winter’s Veil.

Podsafe Christmas Song – Spiffworld

This reminds me of the 3 chipmunks and maybe that’s what I like about it. This one doesn’t get mentioned often but I like it.

Hark Hear the Wails – Oxhorn

I like this only because I sang the real version of this song for Christmas way back in High School.

12 Days of Christmas – Starcraft

Love it.

Special Mention:

To Home For Christmas – Baron Soosdon

The song may not be Christmas, but the theme is and I adore Baron’s cinematography.

To all you machinimators out there, I’ve been wondering about if anyone would make some machinma’s to other, shall we say, non-traditional songs, such as “Holy Shit It’s Christmas” by Red Peters, “The 12 Days After Christmas”, “You’re a Mean One”, as well as your own mixes to old traditional ones. Come on guys, I’m sure you can do it. Give it a shot for something different this holiday.

Yes, you did.

So, I quit World of Warcraft in July, yet I still follow WoW players blogs, Twitter and the like. It’s just easier for me to keep up with the news, despite the fact that I no longer play. Who knows, perhaps I’ll rejoin the game again. I do have friends on Destromath (US), Burning Legion (US), and Blackrock (US). For now, the future is uncertain, and I may or may not pick the game back up. Whether I do or not, is really left up to fate.

That is why there has been no updates to this blog. Until I get some employment (and my own computer, for crying out loud!) I’m left with not much to do, and tons of free time. It’s been 8 months and I’ve not had much luck at all, but I remain hopeful, I remain vigilant. I still strive for any sort of employment I can manage.

Roleplay for my young half elf priest, Baelthal still continues, though sporadically. So updates to his journal and such will come later. As for Alexandarius, I don’t want to close the book just yet and I don’t want to write him off, because as I said above, I might simply rejoin WoW again and play on a roleplay server, just tweaking his story and such slightly. You might be asking “but Kouki, why would you need to do any tweaking and such to his story, isn’t he fine the way he is?” The answer is no. There was a lot of lore that was broken (not as if Blizz hasn’t done it themselves) for all of my characters. I’ve since learned.

Thus, now I am currently with a few of my gaming friends, working towards a new game on http://www.rpol.net/ to pass some of the time when I’m not going around putting in applications and calling numerous places for employment.

Happy 5th Anniversary WoW, I’m glad I was able to experience BC and Wrath at least… here’s to the future!

“Write for at least 300 words about a change of direction, a thug, and a school. Focus on writing from a different perspective than your usual one.” From Chaotic Shiny.

He seemed impressed with my skill of smiting the undead, using my arsenal of spells to take them down with ease. Xepar seemed interested in why I was not like some members of the priesthood. I explained to him of how I’m not exactly welcomed in Silvermoon, at least not by all. I also told him of those who bent the Light to their will. He said it was a shame for them.

I told him the only thing that kept me going was my faith, since my own family had tried to kill me and all. I don’t know why, but I felt comfortable talking to him despite being slightly cautious. It just seemed right. He told me family is a good thing to have, even if not related by blood. It’s true. That is how I feel about Venderis, and I hope that when I do get in touch with Ahria, I hope to be able to become close and call her sister.

Xepar has strange reasons for fighting, but it seems he honestly wants to try and make things right. I wondered what made his actions just for killing and judging so many, but I didn’t press the issue at the time because it did not cross my mind. He said that he always believe in retribution over anything else, and the way he said it, implied I knew him. For a while he ignored me, saying he loved the city with it’s memories sorrow and death. I was a bit frightened, but readily able to defend myself if it came to it.

Then he said, “I speak as if you know me, because there is no other way to do so.” And then he dropped the hood over his head and I saw the truth. I was in turmoil. Yes, I knew who Xepar was. His face was familiar though I could see the damage done, his eyebrows burned off, his eye-sockets empty, his ears shorn off and in his hands… two maces formed of the bones of a pair of demons. I wanted to scream in denial, but I could not. I spoke his name and asked him what happened. “Time and pain.” Was what he said. Indeed. Time and pain. I could see this. In some corner I wanted to pity him, but I did not, for I knew he was stronger than I would ever be. Something told me then, that here and now, this would be the final time I saw him, that this was his way of leaving me and ensuring I was okay.

I guess what hurt most was the fact that he felt he deserved the pain. He explained to me that the demons had used the same ritual I had been through from Rorry. It was when i pressed the issue that he told me of the crimes he had committed. I didn’t want to believe it, how could someone so kind, someone that had taken kindly to someone so different into their life and family be a liar, a murderer, an extortionist… so many crimes he had committed, and yet, he was so kind and caring. It was then I realized that it may have all been a mask, a hidden identity, another version of him. Nevertheless, I realized then that the one I loved was no more. I was dumbstruck and hurt, but I did my best not to show it.

Xepar is Xepar. Just another soul seeking to right the world in his own way. He said we’d meet again, but I doubt it, for I do not think I can bear to see him again. I pray for him, his soul, and his future. For whom I thought he was is no more, only Xepar. Only in body he seems like someone I know, but I suppose my own grief made him change, for now as I see him, he will always be Xepar… the demon of war.

Still no word from Ahria. I hope nothing has befallen her. Though I wish to go to the Port, my place is with some, helping them rid strongholds of the Scourge. For every comrade fallen, they end up replacing Scourge we’ve taken down. It upsets me, and hurts me. It makes me think of those i was closest to that have been taken by the Scourge. It is that which makes me strong and able to fight. If anything, I can only hope to free those turned into Scourge against their will. I hope their souls can be put at ease. i hope the Light guides them to something better, something greater.

In any case, I have let some know of my intentions to go to Stratholme. Whether they follow me or not is their choice. I will not force them, they are free to do as they please. I can only pray they make the right choice.

There’s RP, and then there’s ERP. ERP is Erotic Role Play. For some, just seeing those words makes them cringe. For most people who play World of Warcraft on Roleplay servers, it’s a very REAL situation. However it should be known, not everyone who plays on those servers ERPs, and some actually seek out decent RPs where there’s a sort of adventure, or possibly even a building relationship, be it friendship between the characters, or even love.

Now I’m sure anyone who’s been following my characters posts (which I’m still behind on, but I will manage to catch up) might have noticed this post Baelthal… in which my character Baelthal, a half elven priest; appeared to be getting things on with a girl (roleplayed by a friend of mine). I had a few people ask me if perhaps I had held back there and didn’t want to turn it into an ERP. This is the situation in which some might find themselves or have been through perhaps. At what point do we say, “Okay guys, we don’t want this to turn into an ERP session.” Or take it the next step.

In a situation like above, I had already discussed it with her (yes the other RPer was a she, and so am I). I think that depending on the person you should be able to make it clear if your characters DO go into a relationship whether of not you want to get involved in ERP or not. In some cases you never know if whom you are RPing with is older or very much younger than yourself (unless of course you are the youngster). the point is, YOU are in control of your character and yourself, even in an online game. YOU have the option to tell someone that you feel offended by their behavior, and the option to /ignore if need be. You should be able to set the pace with whomever you’re roleplaying with because it’s simply not enjoyable if you simply can’t be what your character is supposed to be.

Whether or not you choose to ERP is between you and whomever you’re RPing with. Just remember you have the option to tell the other person that you want or do not want to. ERPing openly is another issue. I personally feel that people REALLY should keep those RPs to their party chats or a personal channel, but perhaps some like having their chats and such exposed for whatever reason. In any case, talk to whom you’re RPing with and establish communication with everyone you RP with and such.

Have fun RPing.

For example, in the roleplaying guild I am in, we DO have someone with a rather unique name, considering he joined and hasn’t been seen since for the last few months. No, our friend was a gnome mage who happened to have the name, Arcanegoat. No, he’s not a draenei. He’s a gnome. A gnome whom I guess has a thing for the arcane… and possibly goats. My point is, making a name uniquely your own shouldn’t be too tedious, and you might want to do a bit of digging before deciding on a name.

My personal favorite names to come up with are elven ones. Of course, some of you that actually READ my blog are probably saying, how is the name “Alexandarius” elvish? It’s not, but I DID come up with an IC reason for it stating at one time, Alex’s father, Renael, knew a human named Alexander. The other part came from his father, Darius.

OOCingly, some of you might not have known this before when I played such games as Ragnarok Online with the name Alexandarius and the very first BIRTH of said name for me was on another game called ROSE Online.  I remember sitting at the creation page, I had decided on a male character, since my significant other at the time was playing a female character. I also decided upon the class Hawker, which had two paths you could take at a certain level, depending on your play style. You had the close combat, duel sword wielding Raider, or the long ranged bow using Scouter. In any case, I had decided upon the name Alex, since Alice can sound like Alex, and Alice is sorta close to my real name. It was my significant other who suggested, because Alexander and it’s variants were taken, to try and add ius to it. Thus, the name “Alexandarius” was born.

Now when people see my other characters, and do note, I play quite a few elves, they see I’ve taken to using Elvish names. For instance, Baelthal was created using this site: Elven Name Generator which I’ve been told is highly in use by D&D gamers.  So, here’s a list of the characters and the names I’ve come up with using this, as well as a few surprises that tells me possibly Blizzard themselves used this table as well.

Baelthal – “Guardian Healer”, pretty handy for a half elven priest devoted to the Light
Renael – “west knight” also can mean “great west”, considering he is a paladin, it sorta fits.
Saedal – “Wood glade” (used -dul and changed it slightly), good for a ranger
Ahryl – “crafty hunter”, might not be the best name for a rogue
Ryavel – “jade sword” she never did live up to her name as a priest
Kael’thas – “dragon hawk harper” Yeah I found the Prince’s name here too
Theron – “Sky keeper” Lor’themar’s name might not have a meaning here, but his last name does

In addition to that, there is also this site: Elvish Name Translations which takes the meaning of your real name and turns it into a sort of Tolkien-ish name. I created the name Nostariell from the site using my own name. She is played as a night elf druid. As to the case of how I created the name for Baelthal’s beau, I used this site: Elven Names which I should also warn, contains elven names used from novels (I’ve seen a few from R. A. Salvatore’s Drizzt series in there) so watch what names you choose from there.

There are lots of name generators out there, finding the right one can be a hassle. I have also used a drow name generator to come up with Izznar which means “hidden ghost” I was also told by my good friend Venderis, that his rogues name, Velkyn also is derived from a drow name site. My friend Antiaris named the majority of her characters from a side naming types of wood. Naming possibilities are endless, you just need to find what suits you and your character.

Oh and by the way, do not be afraid to hit Blizzard’s name generator either, I’ve come up with a few good names simply by hitting “Randomize”. Have fun roleplaying!

As I took repose in the priests study in Silvermoon I received a letter. As I read the words I had to hold back so much. My father, Venderis Sunherald, was proclaimed dead. It was a heavy blow for me. Venderis meant so much to me. He was that father I never had, the father I had longed to know and had come to love. The latter was brief, explaining he had fallen in Stratholme. I excused myself and went back to my room to mourn. It was so hard for me to hold back my tears. I knew with his death, it made Ahria the Lady of the House. I could only hope she was doing well. Still, it hurt. He had saved my life so many times, and I feel horrible now. I never got to tell him how much I appreciated it. I never got a chance to tell him so many things…

I swear… one day I will go there and purge it for the simple sake of freeing his soul, and that of Veliza’s, if she walks there as a member of the Scourge. This I swear. I do it not for vengeance, but for the sake of cleaning out the Scourge scum. If members of the Crystal Talon do not join me, I will go alone.

In the meantime I will write a message to Ahria and hope she is alright and that the Port is running smoothly.

In Thunder Bluff he looked around, he was certain the former blood knight had asked him to see him near the Inn so Alex headed that way. Entering the inn Alex took a slow look around. A dark haired elf was leaned up against a wall. His brow wrinkled slightly in thought. Alex wondered if it was the one he sought. He limped slightly, favoring his right leg as the other blood knight’s wound on his left was still healing. The other elf eyed him curiously and then straighted up as he asked, “Alexandarius?”
Alex turned to the other elf, eyed him for a moment, and then nodded.
The other elf nodded back calmly, his eyes were unreadable to Alex as he looked at him. He gave Alex a quick gesture to follow him deeper into the tavern. Alex was uncertain, and wondering if this could be a trap but nevertheless he followed, his leg giving him some pain.

The pair went up the stairs. The other elf gave Alex some time to get there. the other elf took a seat on a bed and gestured to Alex’s leg. “I’m guessing he did this to you?”
“I know not the name of the elf who did this to me, just that he was a Blood Knight, a member of something called the Red Wings.” Alex replied.
The other elf frowned at this, his face then became blank. “Did he carry a spear? If so, we might have had the uhm… pleasure to meet the same person.” A bit of a grim look came upon his face then.
“Yes, yes he did.” Alex wondered what the elf was up to.
“Well, if I remember right he was called Serafael or something of the sorts, but this is not why I came and asked for a meeting, *you* were a Blood Knight as well.” He stood up slowly and walked towards Alex.
“I was, once. I renounced them and all they stood for after I was offered better.”
He gave Alex a questioning look. “What could be better then the light?” He asked, as he crossed his arms.
Alex chuckled. “The Light is the Light no matter what, however, the Blood Knights used a Naaru for their power instead of drawing the source from themselves.”
The other elf frowned at Alex’s words, a unbelieving look came upon his face. “Yes I know they did, I was one. And if there was light in us we could have long gotten it. So how do you get it, tell me your secret.” The elf eyed Alex.
“It’s no secret, before I joined the Blood Knights I was a follower of the Light, like my father.”
The other elf chuckled softly “Nonsense, then why don’t I have it?” He shook his head slowly with his eyes closed. “I have a price on my head, I am being hunted and I got exiled from the Order, I would like it if you told me where you get it from.” He placed his hand on Alex’s shoulder. “I don’t really have time for games.”
“I can’t explain it…” Alex shook his head.
He stays silent for a moment, looking Alex deep into the eyes. His hand slowly slid off Alex’s shoulder again. “Perhaps… perhaps I was wrong then, I thought you could help me.” A sad undertone, just noticeable was in his voice as he took a few steps across the room appearing to be lost in thought.

“In all honesty, I was corrupted once, then cleansed… the cleansing might have something to do with it, I can’t be certain.” Alex said, though he was wondering if perhaps faith had something to do with it, for he had gone back into the faith a bit more.
He turned his head slowly to Alex at this comment. “Cleansing?” He asks, seemingly interested in what Alex had to say.
“Yes, I know not what it partakes… but I was cursed and corrupted… and then cleansed.” Alex kept a watchful eye on the other elf, uncertain of what was in this elf’s head.
The other elf seemed to ignore the comment and said simply, “Aren’t we all cursed and corrupted in a way?” A smile began to cross his face. “And what would this ‘cleansing’ be… where and how.”
“In a way some of us are yes, but not all. All it really takes is your own beliefs I guess… faith in the Light. As to the cleansing; as I have said, I have no idea how it’s done and who does it.”
The other elf frowned a bit disappointed. “Faith? Didn’t we prove that the Light was something you could obtain without having to have faith in it? It isn’t a divine magic given to believers.” His interest seemed to wane. “And what do you mean you don’t know?” He sounded a bit irritated, perhaps even grumpy.
“In all honesty, when I left, I was left alone. I had no one looking for me for so long, why now would the Knights seek me? And faith is a big part in it, despite the fact I was a Knight, I still upheld my faith in the Light, and no, I do not know because I was unconscious.” Alex stood his ground.
He waved his hand dismissively at the comment of faith, perhaps still not wanting to believe it. His eyes twinkled for a moment at Alex. “Maybe..” He spoke softy under his breath, “would it be possible?”
Alex eyed him curiously and uncertainly.
Without warning, the other elf used the same magic he used before to tap mana from creatures, but it was altered to his favor. Instead of tapping mana, it tapped the Light.
The attack threw Alex off guard and he fell to his knees groaning a bit. It hurt, not much but it had drained him of a bit of his strength, he could feel this. “What the hell are you doing?!” Alex cried out. He was angered and hurt.
“Most… fascinating” He whispered seeming to enjoy the new found feel he had regained. He leaned down, grabbing Alex by the shoulder, and pulling him up on his feet again. “Finding a solution to my problem.” He said.
Alex glared at the other elf and backed away slightly. “You… you plan to use me… like you did the Naaru!”
“No no no, only draw a bit of the most useful light you posses. You will be fine.” He stepped forward heading to Alex.
Alex stepped back away from the other elf. He felt used. The draining had left him feeling a little less stronger than before but thankfully he could still walk and do things. “You intend on using me…” Alex accused, his voice held slight anger.
“I don’t intend to use you, I intend to use the light you posses to help the sin’dorei and whomever needs it” The other elf’s eyebrow was raised as he stepped towards Alex.
“No…” Alex said as he turned away and began to head out of the inn as fast as his leg would allow.

“Wait!” The other elf called after him and followed him.
“Never! You tricked me! Just like the rest of the Knights!” Alex called back. He had been deceived, though the other elf claimed to have left the Blood Knights, he still held the hunger, not for magic, but for the Light. Alex moved quickly, as fast as his hurt leg would allow.
“I don’t trick you, I thought you could help me and you did! You helped me found a solution! Now what is the problem with it?!” The other elf called after and didn’t have to really run to catch up to Alex.
“You haven’t found a solution.” Alex stopped and turned to his pursuer. “You have merely found a new source.”
“A solution to my problem then you are my good man.” He had caught up to Alex with ease and placed his hand on Alex’s neck.
Alex dropped to his knees again, he had been tapped again.
The other elf closed his eyes again, seeming to enjoy the feeling of the Light within him again. “Excellent.” He said in a hushed voice. He turned and looked down at Alex. “You may go, I just wanted the light.” With that, the other elf went back into the inn, leaving Alex there.

Alex was angry and hurt. He’d been deceived. He decided then that Blood Knights, even those claiming to be ex Blood Knights were not to be trusted. “Bastard…” He muttered as he got back to his feet. The other elf turned at Alex’s comment and suddenly kneeled before Alex, placing his hand on Alex’s hip and he muttered the words to a healing spell, which did not work.
“Your healing does nothing for me, fool.” Alex growled.
“At least I tried to help, I’m not as bad as you must think I am, oh great believer of the Light.” He said, the last part mocking Alex’s faith as he stood up and turned around returning to the inn.
As he left, Alex glared in his direction and said, a bit angrily. “I feel no pity for one who still follows the Blood Knights…” Mustering up his strength, Alex returned to the flightmaster and left Thunder Bluff. he would stick around in the Barrens for a little while longer as he healed, and then he would make his return to Dalaran and check up on Venderis’s vanguard.

If perchance, any of my guildmates are reading this, then I bring up a conversation I had with a former officer of The Red Hand. What he said to me was quite interesting, and touched me in a few ways as I am rather still getting used to the concept of being an officer and the like. It’s not that difficult, just that some make it so; as they have no respect for authority, or age, as I’m one of the eldest in the group. Also since I revealed to everyone after my breakup with my ex boyfriend that I was a woman (because I play mostly all male toons, and went around claiming to be a guy whereas my ex did the same thing; playing female toons and claiming to be a girl) I get hit on by some of the guys, which really, honestly guys, I’m NOT interested in jail bait (anyone under the age of 18). My biggest fear is who will roll female characters to try and win over my characters for RP, possibly in an attempt to try and get with me. Terrible, but it’s plausible.  To protect the people I know and such, I’ve blocked out names and he/she so that people will not be pointing any fingers. Also there are some gaps within.

Not to be offhanded but in all seriousness, while I do get along with everyone, there are times when I don’t want to take anyone’s shit, unfortunately I do this only because as officer I sorta kinda have to. As an adult I have to be the one standing up and making a stand. While I’ve been accused of being a drama queen the person who talked to me had been there the whole time, along with another friend of mine. They said I wasn’t being a drama queen. Then again, if any of those guys had been in the relationship I was in, they’d understand how it feels.

In a way I’m questioning myself as to whether I wish to continue being officer for the RP guild as it were, or to just renounce myself as officer and go on elsewhere. I may be biased and like RPing with certain people but honestly is it a wonder when me and the people I really RP with come up with plots and such to bring things forth, to open up more RPs then just sitting around Shattrath having a “tea-party”. It seemed when i left for a month or so to join another realm, RP died, and people were lost without anything really much to do. Since I’ve returned and a few other officers returned, there’s been a bit more activity. Let’s see what happens and who does what. I’m wondering if it would be best if I just sit this one out.

On a side note, Venderis left WoW permanently. Deleting his entire WoW folder and everything. He just sorta grew tired of it all, even though he was planning something grand as he had told me beforehand. I personally think it’s RL that taking him down, that and he’s found other games to occupy his time.  For me it’s a heavy blow as my characters are directly interacted to his as my priest is his son ICingly, and Alex is on his expedition. For the time being I think once I catch up with all of my scrolls I may just retire Baelthal from RP entirely, but leave Alex into the RP and work with my newer alts (for the love of the Light I hath rolled ALLIANCE!) as well as the entire house of Skyfire. While Baelthal stands as my favorite to RP, I might just take my half elven priest which I have grown to love and set him on the side.

WoW is perhaps one of my best outlets as of late to let some of my imagination and creativity flow, however, I have limits set upon me and there are things I cannot do for the time being, at least, not until later on. I’d like to see more happen on the server I play on, but I doubt I’ll be seeing much, at least not until the summer when more people will be on due to not having school and such. Hopefully by then I will have a job, and something of a life.

~ KKS

the path to the small shrine was illuminated by candlelight. Three rows of chair were arranged in a semi-circle and facing the small shrine. the shrine itself was ten feet high, decorated with multiple racial designs and rare bright colored flowers lined it’s bottom. Alex squinted to read the inscription, which he noticed was written in Orcish and Common:

Serneum Lochli
The Poison Rogue
Comrade in Arms and Confidante
Crystal Talon
May your soul find peace and your spirit, rest.

He turned and looked at all in attendance before whispering a few words of his own, and departing from the scene. There was no reason for him to stay, no reason for him to dredge up old memories.

I was surprised to learn that it had been Aveya’s sister, Evie who had taken Serneum’s life in a battle for Astranaar after he had apparently gone and attacked it with members of the Horde. It was my own curiosity that made me wonder why he would commit such an act against the Alliance when we of the Crystal Talon had been asked to revere each other, both Alliance and Horde. The fact that he had broken this and died for it made me a bit concerned. More than that though was the fact that Serneum’s death wasn’t really confirmed. He wasn’t completely destroyed which could mean he is still walking out there, perhaps as a member of the Scourge. I voiced this and it must have fallen on deaf ears.

Evie, whom I had now come to recognize as a druid, insisted that Serneum had changed, had become darker. I can almost see why. From the meeting in Brill’s Town Hall I could see how much the guild had truly fallen. It made me a bit upset. More so was the fact that one of the previous members had come with a warning, for us to stay out of Northrend. He hinted as being an agent of Arthas, I knew I smelled something foul! A death knight! It made me sick and far more angry than I have ever been. This, Horu person was truly an affront to us all. Needless to say this his departure we were able to carry on.

I told them of what I knew and let them know I thought we should contact all members, past and present of the dangers, especially with former members now part of the Scourge. I do not know if what I said made any difference, though I hope it did. I can only hope things work out despite my own feelings. I was upset and slightly hurt, but I can only hope that the guild moves forward and things are resolved.

I recall how he once saved my father’s life and I won’t forget that. I only hope that he rests in peace, and hopefully hasn’t been brought back as an agent of Arthas.

Not much has happened since then, but I will be prepared for the memorial of Serneum.

He finally made it to the inn he was staying at in the Walk of Elders and was handed a letter bearing the seal of the Crystal Talon. He frowned. He had resigned from the Talon, why would they be contacting him now? He opened the letter and looked it over, it was in Common, which surprised Alex, but not much. They all knew he could speak, read, write, and understand Common. He read:

Dearest Comrades,

Aveya Dravenos

He remembered Serneum briefly and frowned. He did like the forsaken rogue just a bit. He shook his head and shoved the letter into one of his bags as he headed upstairs to gather a few things and take his leave. He wasn’t sure where he’d go, but he did not care for Silvermoon for the time being.

Light so much has happened since I last picked this book up and wrote in it. So much has transpired, and I have gained and lost a few things.

First off, my true father, Rorry Muller is no more. For that, the world can be a much better place. He and his friend, Malachius Morningsong, had me captured and were trying to kill me to turn me into a Death knight. Thankfully, they were unsuccessful, as again, Venderis, the one I call my true father; saved me. It wasn’t easy, and apparently I was told I did die but I was brought back; resurrected as it were. I felt weak and I was upset, and I dismissed the only person who remained by my side through it all, Antiaris. If I could kick myself for my actions I would.

Nonetheless, I took off without anyone knowing my fit of depression and anger. I was depressed because I was weak, because I should have fought more and prevented myself from being captured. I stood behind Antiaris like a coward, and for that, I was upset with myself. I was tired of being a burden. In my emotional turmoil my mother came to me, and turned against me. She tried to kill me! She claimed she never wanted me! I am hurt by such words. Someone stopped her, it sounded a lot like Izznar but I cannot be sure.

From one trouble to another, I was captured again by some mages and priests. They claimed to be part of the Kirin Tor, I now realize they were not. They restrained me in a straight-jacket and berated me for joining the Blood Elves. They lectured me on how I would’ve been far much better and greater if I had joined them instead of the Horde. I could hardly breathe let alone cry for help as they had put a gag on me. I passed out at some point and woke up in Silvermoon.

I don’t what came over me, but I broke down in Antiaris’s arms. I was so overcome with emotion that I simply had to let it all out. Thankfully, she’s a good friend that I care about. I realized then that she was more than just a friend, but could be something more to me. Someone else was in the room though, I later learned his name was Valkir Shadowsinger and he was there to help. I later learned that Valkir seemed to have a good batch of magic as he had done something I hadn’t expected. He turned Antiaris into an elf! It makes me so happy to see her in this way! I love it so much!

We all talked for a while, and Valkir gave Antiaris a chain so that she may transform as she needs. I also learned he was seeking some crystals which held parts of his memories. I agreed to help him, since apparently he’s saved me twice as it is. It’s good that I have finally met someone who is a friend of my fathers. I hope sometime in the future I can ask him things about my father.

After Valkir left, Antiaris and I were left to our own devices. Surprisingly, I discovered that not only did we care for each other, we’re in love with each other. It felt good to tell her how I felt and that I cared so much for her. It felt so good to hold her and kiss her. Just to be so close to someone that I care about, someone that I love; it’s great. I even gave her elven form a name, Mylaela. She’s so beautiful and well, I guess one could say sexy too. Though in either form, she is who she is, I prefer the elven side because I can relate better to it than a tauren. I don’t think I’d be able to tell her that I enjoy her elven side far more than her tauren side, because I think it’s a little weird. I mean, yeah, I know she’s a tauren, but I still care about her as she is, just, more-so the elven side.

In any case, Mylaela and I spent much time with each other during the time that Valkir was away. When he came back, he came back in a way neither of us expected. His armor was completely trashed, and his arm was falling off! I tried to heal him, but my abilities would not work on him. We ended up removing all his armors and bandaging him up for the time being. He was visibly upset due to what happened to his Grandfather Lai’s swords and his armor, but it was to be expected, especially after he mentioned he had been fighting Black dragons. After we had treated his wounds, he asked me to look in his grimoire and search Laidair’s Blades of the Ebon Sun, which I did. the book itself I discovered just by touching it, is very powerful. I was afraid I might get something cast back at me if I even so much looked at the wrong passage.

We talked for a bit and I eventually learned Valkir is married to a draenei, Autient, wwho just so happens to be Auin’s sister. After a bit of talk though, exhaustion took over him and Mylaela and I talked for a short bit before I left to go out for food. I ran into my cousin Saedal when I did so. He told me about the return of his father, my uncle Renael, and about how they were all so worried about Alex. i also found out Renael is the new Justiciar of Silvermoon, a position Venderis had. It made me a bit curious, but I didn’t ask. He seemed a bit happy that the Skyfire house is being rebuilt and such. Needless to say, I knew I was gone for far too long, but thankfully, no one was really upset, just a bit worried.

Valkir woke up then, but I knew something wasn’t right, especially when I looked at his eyes. As it turned out, he was replaying and reliving a memory of his. Apparently it was something that involved Kael’thas, Tempest Keep, draenei and the Exodar. I’m not quite sure all he saw, but he told me to tell Kael’thas that Raenath had not forgotten his betrayal. Whatever that means…

When the real Valkir finally returned to his body we chatted for a bit before he passed out again. For the time being, it was Mylaela and I again, and I enjoy every moment I can spend with her. We eventually went to sleep after a bit of time. When we woke up, we treated Valkir’s wounds. Valkir woke up and we went out. He reforged his armor and swords. We then took a trip to the Caverns of Time, to the Black Morass to find his shards. Not quite sure why or how they got sent back into time, but they did.

We fought quite a bit, finally obtaining two of Valkir’s lost Shards then relaxing in the Tavern of Time where all of us got rather drunk and just a tad silly. Needless to say, Valkir left us to our own devices and we took the time to heart.

Antiaris had some things to take care of in Orgrimmar and Thunder Bluff, so after we got over our hangovers we had, no thanks to Valkir; we left Silvermoon for the cities she was more familiar with. Our first stop, Thunder Bluff. She went to the bank and had her things transferred, then she saw the smithy who had sent her a letter. I guess they were speaking their own language, I couldn’t understand them at all. She turned to me and told me that we needed to go to Orgrimmar, so I agreed.

We arrived in Orgrimmar and went to the Valley of Honor. Once there we went to a hut and she had to speak privately with the orc, assuming it WAS an orc, inside. I waited for her outside. She later emerged, after some metal banging and such later, with a tightly wrapped parcel. I was curious but opted not to ask about it. We later went on to the wolfmaster, as it were. I remembered him, and I did not look at him. I couldn’t tell him that Shadowsong had died, nor tell him how.

We later went to the ring of rocks that the hunters used for their pets and lo and behold, her wolf was there. her wolf was huge! Shadowsong had been a runt compared to him. She called him Mu’sha. And Mu’sha was not alone. It seemed he had found a friend. She was the same as my Shadowsong, white with grey undertones. About the same size, if not just a smidgen larger. It took some coaxing, but she was able to pet her wolf and the one she dubbed the runt. Antiaris said the wolf was far too small for an orc to ride, so she looked at me. After a short while, I was able to tell Antiaris how Shadowsong died protecting me, and she told me that it was alright for me to move on in a way. I let the new wolf get to know me, and decided to take her as my new mount, besides my talbuk, Derdora. I haven’t a name for her just yet, but I’m sure I’ll come up with one.

After that I asked her to go and get this book from Dalaran, since she was very insistent that I not go to Dalaran. Before we parted ways though, she handed me a fishing pole and taught me how to fish. We went to Shattrath and parted ways. I went to the Scryer’s Tier and spoke to a few there, and then hit the Lower City marketplace for a few items, returning to my room. I made a nightdress and a couple of robes for her to wear at night.

She returned later with my book, thankfully she can’t read Thalassian or Common, else she’d know what I’ve been jotting down and my thoughts of her. She also handed me a letter from the Justiciar of Silvermoon. I was a bit surprised by it, but then again I don’t know who the new Justicar is. Used to be my father’s old job, now it’s someone else’s and they wanted to know about the attack my mother Ryavel did upon me. I’m afraid it might stir up problems thought. I’ll meet with him some other time.

So after a bit of time in the inn together, she ended up giving me a new mace, and I gave her the robes I made for her. After a while we talked and I told her about Rgash Shadowstalker and what happened with him. How he kidnapped me, what he had done, and how I felt about taking his life. Not that I deeply regret taking his life, I don’t, but I told her how I felt I couldn’t have done it alone. She made a few fine points and said I was stronger than I thought. I don’t feel particularly strong, but I suppose she may have been saying it to cheer me up and quell my fears.

After some time she asked me about my book and I explained to her that it was my journal. I told her about Veliza Sunsworn, my mother friend who looked after me when my mother wasn’t there. She asked me how it felt growing up and I told her how it felt. That I didn’t have many friends, that Veliza was more of a mother to me than my own mother, how humans and elves alike don’t consider me an adult, especially the elves who think me more of a child. I told her of how Veliza feared for Rorry finding me, and how she protected me from humans and elves alike. I told her of how I ran into Rorry just before reaching Quel’thalas, and how he told me about how he had slain my mother’s brother, which meant I would not be so easily accepted.

I poured onto Mylaela my entire life history, per se. I had to ask her about hers, and it seemed she wasn’t all too thrilled to talk about it. From what I know, her family was one of hunters, and she wasn’t quite cut out for it. I can see why every time I see her swing her weapon onto a foe. That was the most I got from from her story, besides the fact that she had run into a bad bout of humans down in Rachet. Needless to say, it came back on me and I told her a bit more about my past.

Later on I told her the only thing that mattered most to me was my friends and family, which is true. I told her a bit about the houses of Silvermoon and what they meant, and how being on top could be a good thing, while being close to the bottom nearly made you a lesser, if not a servant. I then told her how being houseless wasn’t always a good thing, and she told me she hoped I wouldn’t get teased over it. I had a hard time explaining how they would probably assume her to be a servant, in more than one way perhaps.

We took some time and got a bit of rest before she suggested we go somewhere to get our minds off things. We ended up going to Nagrand for a bit of a sorta getaway as it were from most of the other people and such. Once there, we settled on the banks of Skysong Lake and I fished for a bit after she showed me how to do so. I caught us both some fish after cleaning and gutting the fish, she started a fire to cook them, but before we did, she decided we need to go for a swim. After a good dive and swim, we went back to shore and had some fish. We ended up changing into dry clothes and then sleeping under the stars in a while.

I awoke to a violent dream, one where I swore I had seen my father slaughtering myself and Ahria. It worried me and made me upset. Mylaela said she’d be there for me, no matter what. We later went to Dalaran to find my sister but there was no luck, I left her a note. I decided to part ways with Mylaela for the time being to give myself some time to think and also catch up on guild matters. I left Mylaela behind in Shattrath, I hope all is still well with the Crystal Talon, and I hope to sort out what’s going on. Aside from that, I’m considering getting a bit more training, for if I can’t fight for myself, how can i fight for the one I love if needed?

The knight shoved him back into the chair and walked over to another table, picking up a spiked whip. He lashed it at Alex, the spikes flaying skin and flesh, leaving a nasty bloody welt as he yelled, “You test my patience!”
“I won’t tell you.” Alex said calmly trying to hold back his pain, wincing and grimacing to show he was in pain.
The knight cleared the distance between him and Alex with ease, wrapping the whip around Alex’s neck and pulling on it but not so hard as to choke his victim. “Oh you will… even if you have to scream it out…” He grinned wickedly.
“This is how the Blood Knights treat their prisoners? How barbaric, and I’m not going to tell you a damned thing.” Anger now flushed Alex’s face, this knight, a lowly one at that; was not fit for duty, at least not in Alex’s opinion as he had never known the Blood Knights to be too cruel in interrogations.
The knight yanked on the whip hard, choking Alex and causing cuts in his neck. The chair in which Alex was in tilted backwards slightly. “Resistance is futile, Skyfire! You’re not on the winning side!”
Alex gasped as he choked, “I will not yield!”
The knight kneed Alex in his stomach as he continued to choke poor Alex. “Did you say something?”

Alex gasped out his words, it was becoming difficult for him to breathe. “You heard me…”
The knight pushed him, the chair, which had been balancing on it’s back to legs now fell as the knight released his grip, yanking the whip hard from around Alex’s neck, cutting more of it. Thankfully the spikes were not so deep so they did not pierce anything vital. Alex coughed, gasping for air. “Why do you want to know?” He managed, still coughing and regaining his breath.
“I have orders to extract such information. Now spit it out or it will be your blood that gets spit.” He punched Alex in his gut where he had stabbed the younger paladin with his spear. The wound had not been fully healed, more than likely at the request of his captors. Alex groaned and doubled over in pain. A sharp strike from the knights plated knee sent Alex back up in the chair to face his captor. The knight growled at him. “Face it, Alex, you’re not gonna make it alive, unless you speak.”
Alex groaned in pain, still regaining his breath. He tasted blood in his mouth. “I said I won’t tell you.” He gasped.
The knight pointed his spear at Alex’s neck. “My patience has limits, and it’s about to reach it. Unless, of course, you speak like a good dog.”
Alex lifted his head and glared at his captor. “I am no dog, not any more. It is YOU who is the lapdog.”
With a dark grin the knight adjusted his spear and stabbed it ruthlessly into Alex’s right leg. Alex gritted his teeth and swallowed back a cry of pain. The knight stared into Alex’s green eyes. “You’re gonna tell me what I want or you shall suffer.”
“I refuse.” Alex managed, groaning slightly through gritted teeth.
The knight twisted his spear in Alex’s leg, garnering a groan from Alex who winced as he spoke, “I won’t tell you a damned thing.” He groaned.
The knight yanked his spear from Alex’s leg, harshly, sharply, and slashed it across Alex’s chest. “I warned you, Skyfire!”
Alex groaned. “You don’t need to know.”

“That’s it, your pain will be legendary!” the knight jammed his spear into Alex’s gut, right where he had jammed it before to take the young paladin down.
Alex cried out in pain, nearly screaming his words, “I won’t tell you!”
The knight twisted his spear, glaring at Alex who was crunched inward staring at him with pain in his eyes. “No, I won’t tell you.” He groaned and then cried out, “You’ll never find him anyways.”
The knight lifted his boot and applied pressure roughly on Alex’s chest, positioning his other arm to hold the chair to keep Alex from falling on his back. He jammed his spear more into Alex’s gut. “Do you really want to die?!”
Alex cried out in pain. “You won’t find Veh…” He nearly said Venderis but he stopped there, holding back what he was going to say.
The knight pushed Alex’s chin now, strongly with his plated boot. “Speak, fool! No Light is gonna save you now!”
Alex cried in pain but struggled to hold himself back from letting his captor know how he really felt. “The Abyss’en… I work as part of their Vanguard.” He admitted.
With a sharp tug, the knight removed his spear from Alex’s gut and tossed it aside. He punched Alex hard in his face. “Who is their leader?”
Alex managed, “I don’t know.”
The knight sent a powerful kick to Alex’s stomach. “TELL ME!”
Alex groaned, “I told you, I don’t know.”
The knight picked Alex up by his hair and slammed his head against the table, rubbing it roughly into the table. “Haven’t you learned yet?! Resistance is not an option! Tell me what I want to know!”
“I’m telling you the truth, I don’t know.” Alex said groaning. He only knew the ambassador, but his main fear was if he told the knight that it was Venderis, he feared for his cousin, and Venderis’s daughter, Ahria.
“Your lies are anything but subtle!” The knight exclaimed, pulling Alex back by his hair and then kicking Alex in his head hard.
Alex looked at the knight, his nose and mouth were bloodied, and blood emerged from his mouth as he spoke, groaning with every word. “I don’t know who the leader is.”
the knight grabbed Alex by the back of his head and slammed it against the table. “Don’t make me a fool. You WILL tell me.”
Alex could feel himself passing out as his head lolled about. “Honestly,” He managed, almost sounding drunken, “I do not know who their leader is.”
The knight, still holding Alex harshly by his hair in the back of his head, slammed Alex’s face into the table as he spoke each word, “You will tell me who he is!” As the knight let go, so did Alex, slipping into unconsciousness. The knight threw him to the floor, “Worthless traitor.”