Conwal's Story

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Conwal's Story

#1 Post by Nëm » Sat Jan 11, 2020 10:15 pm

The Beginning of a Journey

Conwal was exhausted. There had been very few opportunities to rest during the course of the past few days. His departure from the Western Plaguelands was not the result of careful planning but, instead, rather something that happened out of necessity. Conwal had been lost more than once during his journey. He had been wet, cold, hungry, and tired. Conwal also felt like an idiot; why he had never thought of taking a boat? However, the worst was already behind him. Lakeshire would provide the much needed time for rest and recuperation. Or so he thought.

Conwal entered the inn. He felt like every pair of eyes in the room was following his every step intently. The walk to the bar seemed to take forever. ’Hello sir. I’d like a room and a meal’, he said, trying to locate a few coins from one of the pockets of his mud-soaked grey robes. ’And a bath, I presume?’ the barkeep replied. ’Y-yes. Please.’ ’Well, why don’t you sit down lad and we’ll get you something to eat.’ Conwal nodded and went to an empty table as far from the other patrons as possible. He placed his staff, more of a walking cane than a weapon, against the wall and sighed. Tomorrow, Stormwind. There was no real plan regarding what he would do once he reached the capital, but Conwal had resolved it was a bridge he would cross once he got there.

’Is the brown horse yours lad, the old one?’ a booming voice asked. Conwal was startled. ’Y-yes’, he replied. The man who had sat in his table was tall, bearded and with a grin on his face that radiated condenscension. Conwal sank in his chair. ’So, where did you come from?’ the man inquired. ’Western Plaguelands, I’m going to Stormwind.’ ’You’re telling me you rode here, on that beaten horse, on your own… from Western Plaguelands?’ The man was incredulous. ’I… did’, Conwal replied. ’Ha, and we’re supposed to believe that?’ Conwal tried to avoid eye contact. To get away from this sort of interrogation was one of the reasons he had left in the first place. And right now, he just wanted to rest. ’Leave the young man be! Western Plaguelands or not, can’t you see he’s clearly travelled for quite a while?’ the innkeeper interjected. ’No, no. We’ll get to the bottom of this’, the tall bearded man insisted. He continued, mockingly: ’Tell me, how did you get here in one piece, supposedly travelling all the way from Western Plaguelands?’ Conwal was shivering. ’Sir, I don’t want to cause any trouble, I just...’ The man waved his hand dismissively. ’Listen, lad, I don’t believe a word of your story. So indulge me, how, exactly, did you manage to get this far unharmed?’ Conwal sighed. ’I-I-I can’t tell you.’ The man was smiling as if he had just won a bet. Then, for the first time, Conwal raised his head and looked the man in the eyes. ’But… if you insist, I can show you. But not here. Outside.’

To Conwal’s surprise, the man agreed. They got up and headed out. The bearded man gave Conwal a push on his shoulder, almost causing him to lose balance. A few locals followed them and a crowd started to gather in front of the inn. The bearded man was still grinning: ’Show me then.’ Conwal turned to face the man. He felt increasingly anxious, but it was that anxiety he would now draw from. He was not sure if it would work – or, indeed, what would happen even if it did work. Not fully knowing what he was doing, Conwal extended his arms, as if to reach out into another dimension or another, parallel, plane of existence. He sensed, no, experienced, a faint murmur, which was part sound, part movement. Conwal’s hands burst into flames and he drew a fiery circle on the ground around him. The bearded man’s face turned pale. He took a step back, then another one, and was ultimately back at the entrance to the inn. There was a commotion in the small crowd that had gathered to witness the scene. Conwal fell to his knees, the fires disappeared as quickly as they had appeared. Remaining in the scorched circle, with his hands on his knees, Conwal tried to catch his breath. Once he had regained his composure, he got up and started slowly walking back towards the inn. The crowd gave him way. Conwal was terrified of what he had just done but did his best to hide his emotions from the shocked observers, looking down to his feet. He walked past the innkeeper and said, ’I-I am sorry. I will leave first thing in the morning.’

Conwal did not sleep very well that night. He kept wondering when the locals would burst through the door, drag him out, and throw him into the lake as a witch. Despite the lack of sleep, he got out of his bed early in the morning. The mist of dawn had not yet dispersed when he was already getting ready to leave and saddling his horse. Then, suddenly, three locals approached him. ’Going to Stormwind then, are you, traveller?’ one of them asked. Conwal nodded. Another one, an elderly man smiling for reasons Conwal could only guess, put his hand on Conwal’s shoulder and said ’Go and find the guild Starlight. I’m sure they’ll be happy to help you, spark.’

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#2 Post by Nëm » Mon Jan 20, 2020 10:47 pm

Conwal’s Diary:

((A diary not much bigger than a notebook. Wrinkled leather covers. First 30 pages have been used to practice letters and words.))

’I have now stayed in Stormwind for a while. It’s a nice enough city, but I have come to realise it takes a while to get used to so much happening all the time. Loud noises. So much people. Looking back, I can’t believe I was such an idiot to think that I could just come here and everything would fall into place; being here, surviving here, requires a lot of work.

The guild Starlight has been very welcoming and supportive. Ellbry and Philias have helped me a lot: they got me some new clothes, clean bedding, food, and even paid my stay at the inn called Blue Recluse for a month. I could not admit it to anyone (let alone them), but had I not received their help, I could’ve stayed for only two nights. I mean, I did thank them, and I continue to be in debt for everything they’ve done for me, but I can’t possibly tell them how bad things actually were! People go out of their way to help me: the other night there was a guild meeting at the lighthouse outside Stormwind and I had some troubles with the flightmaster and ended up swimming to the meeting (I felt like an idiot, again). And Ellbry gave me a towel! Furthermore, Ellbry and Philias are a fantastic couple, they clearly care very deeply about each other. Their bond is at a level I’ve never experienced – and probably never will. But it’s fine.

About my… condition, I have talked about it with two of my new guildmates, Anomen and Reyahd. Especially Anomen seems to know a lot about things like this. And Rey has gone through something similar I think. But, long story short, it actually seems like I’m cursed! Or, anyway, possessed by a demon. I know it is something we have to resolve soon and they reassured me Starlight would support me, but I can’t help feeling terrified. The worst part is that I’m not sure which I find more terrifying, the demon or the prospect of losing the powers it has granted me. I do not want to be a farmhand for the rest of my life. I don’t want to be a nobody. Because, in the end, what did hard honest work ever bring us? My mother suffered so long before she finally passed away and my father is now probably losing both his mind and his eyesight. In Lakeshire it could’ve gotten out of hand really badly–I did not really control the fire as well as I pretended I did–but at the same time, for once not running away but, instead, seeing fear in other peoples’ eyes felt good. I’ve never felt so strong. And I feel like I keep getting stronger and stronger.

This brings me to the real problem. I wish I was just, I don’t know, a mage’s apprentice; everything would be so much easier. There’s apparently an old god looming above Azeroth. Whispers, creatures from the void… I can sense it in the guild as well, people seem to be suspicious and a little on the edge. I really can’t worry about the old god; what I actually have to worry about is that because of the powers I possess, people will equate me with the monstrosities now attacking Azeroth. In the last guild meet, I was listening to others discussing how terrible the void is. I was standing there, petrified. When people are suspicious and afraid, bad things tend to happen. And when others are suspicious and afraid, bad things tend to happen to people like me. The worst part is that Rey told me everyone in the guild knows about my… condition. So, do they just act friendly? I’ve felt like I’m keeping a secret, but what a burden it must be to conceal your contempt and fear towards somebody else! They have to know I would never cause them harm. They have to.’

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Re: Conwal's Story

#3 Post by Nëm » Wed Jan 22, 2020 1:03 am

Conwal's Diary:

((Written in a drunken haze. The lines and curves of every letter are thick and deep. There are tiny ink spills all over the pages. Conwal has pressed the quill down hard, clearly in a very agitated state of mind.))

’I spent the day reading at the library. I don’t know if I should’ve been there, but nobody stopped me. Exploring so many different tomes on magic made me realise how little I know. How much I need to learn.

Today I also realised what a coward I am. First there was a commotion around the Lion’s Rest. Rey stood up for this Vrykul who was being verbally assaulted by an angry dwarf. I wanted to step forward, for the Vrykul’s sake of course, but also to let Rey know she wasn’t alone. Instead, I froze on my tracks. I just couldn’t do it. So I ended up just standing there like an idiot and watching. The dwarf was finally persuaded to leave the scene, but if things had taken a worse turn, would I have had the courage to intervene? More or less everyone from Starlight I know would have done it. The second situation where I acted like a coward was in the Blue Recluse. Some people were saying what I thought were really nasty things about Ellbry but I remained silent. I can’t believe I didn’t speak up. Again, everyone else probably would have intervened, spoken up without hesitation for someone they hope sees them as their friend. But I didn’t. Why? I’m avoiding conflict to my best ability and it will ultimately put other people at risk. I’m just so worried something bad will happen and I cannot control myself. But what would Ellbry and Rey think about me if they knew how I back down and coil instead standing up for them?

I also hurt Philias and I really, really didn’t want to do that. Especially after all he’s also done for me. We were in Blue Recluse with a group of people and playing this game where everyone takes turns in asking a question from somebody else in the table. I didn’t even want to play, because I was worried I may not be able to come up with any good questions. But I went along. Then it was my turn and I asked him what was the last thing that scared him and it really upset Philias. I don’t know why. He just got up immediately and walked away. I must have shocked him really badly. Everyone who was in the Recluse told me it was nothing but I still feel terrible. What did I do? I’m already sick of games. I’m also sick of the wretch that I am, continuously moving from one cover to another.

Outside the Recluse, Anomen and Ellbry asked if I was alright. I told them I was fine.’

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#4 Post by Nëm » Sat Jan 25, 2020 5:00 pm

Nightmares

Conwal had tried to prolong it for as long as he could. Finally, his body simply gave up. He fell a sleep. And he would dream, again.

The air was thick and in motion. He sensed something terrifying. Something sinister, brooding, volatile. And in his dream, Conwal plunged right into the epicentre of the chaos unfolding. He was in pitch black darkness, standing bare feet on something which felt like a large cold rock. Conwal was on a cliff, staring into space. He could feel the infinite depths below him. Suddenly, his surroundings lit up in an eerie green glow. Conwal stumbled and leaned on a rock. The rock was now incredibly hot. Conwal pulled his hand from the rock with haste, screaming in agony. Then, darkness again.

Laughter. Something was laughing at him. In the darkness, Conwal began stumbling forward towards the high pitched sound. As he got closer, the laughter only intensified; gleeful, mocking, victorious. After what felt like hours, the darkness dispersed. Conwal saw liquid fel flowing down black mountains like rivers of lava. Then, suddenly, he was in Westfall, standing on a hill overlooking the sandy Murloc-infested beaches. Conwal felt intense pain. Next, he was in a small hut. He could smell it was the harvest time in Western Plaguelands. Freshly cut wheat. The steel and the rust of the plough. The oxen. The tranquillity of the moment was, however, soon disrupted by the same laughter Conwal had heard before. He convulsed and fell down on his knees. Stormwind. The city was in flames. ’Who are you? What do you want?’ Conwal screamed. More laughter. ’That is for you to find out. Catch me if you can!’

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#5 Post by Nëm » Sat Jan 25, 2020 9:34 pm

The Book

The meeting went well, Conwal thought. In order to not look like his usual grey self, he had even put on a new set of clothes for the meeting. They were some that Ellbry got him on Conwal’s first night in Stormwind. He did get some attention, more than he had actually wished for, but everyone was very friendly to him. With either Chit or Philias being next to him most of the time had helped him to overcome to worst of his anxiety and even though the mercenaries looked quite intimidating, they were not hostile at all. In reality, most of them probably did not even notice him. He had even mustered the courage to ask a mage among them to help him to get to Dalaran.

Conwal sighed in amazement as the Ren’dorei mage conjured a portal in front of him. It sparkled beautifully. And he could almost see the floating city already. ’T-thank you.’ Conwal took a deep breath, exhaled, and stepped in.

Dalaran. Conwal could sense the magic in the air. He wondered at the marble arches, the dazzling stained glass, and the clear night sky. Mages from around the world, and from worlds he had never even heard of. All races and nations. High Elves. Before entering the library, for a good thirty minutes he simply walked around.

And the library. The library was magnificent, in more ways than he could have imagined. With a note he had hastily scribbled while still in Stormwind as his guide he wandered around the corridors for hours, until he finally came to a very particular shadowy nook. Conwal looked cautiously around him and then kneeled down. He carefully picked a musty tome with black leather covers. It was written in an language he did not know, but Conwal was determined he would learn it. After all, he had already gone through the pain of learning to read and write mostly on his own. There was a breath of air from somewhere, the flames in the candelabra flickered. Conwal was shivering. This was the book his research in the Stormwind Keep library had pointed at. He could not believe he had actually found it. He was actually holding it in his hands. Still crouched, Conwal looked around him again to make sure nobody was watching. He gently blew the dust off the tome. ’The Black Harvest’.

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Re: Conwal's Story

#6 Post by Nëm » Sun Jan 26, 2020 10:21 pm

Conwal's Diary:

((Letters are unevenly sized and curve to the right more than usually. Between the pages there are few small dried leaves which have probably fallen from the trees at the Stormwind City Cemetery))

’I don’t really know what I’m going to do. There are so many things that worry me. I thought the mercenaries yesterday were quite intimidating–there was even a demon hunter–but I guess Nomine’s plans require that kind of people. But what about me? I desperately want to help, to prove I’m actually useful, but I’m no mercenary. I can do things, but I don’t think it’s the same. Nomine did specifically commend my courage though, which felt really nice. Still, I fear I don’t have it in me, whatever it is that others think I do. I usually just chicken out. But maybe this time will be different? I really don’t know.

As I was sitting at the cemetery today, I was wondering where would I be buried if I died. I haven’t really thought about death these past weeks, but now the mission brought it to my mind again. The mission, if I can attend it, sounds like it’s going to be very dangerous. Chit told me the substance is very infectious. What if I die there? I doubt there is a spot for me in Stormwind. Especially since I’m still a visitor here. The people in Western Plaguelands will not want me there, even if I’m dead. Anyway, the mission is in Kalimdor, so would probably be best to just leave me there. Burn with the vials that contain that thing.

But that’s not everything. My nightmares have really gotten to me recently. I must act, or they will ((there is some ink smudge, making the writing unreadable)). I went to these cliffs, just outside Stormwind, and when there was nobody looking–I hope nobody was looking–I tried this thing. I could do it. Just like that. I watched the flames on my fingertips; I knew it was hot but it didn’t hurt me at all. Most importantly, I did it because I wanted to, not because I lost control of myself. That’s important: I must not lose control. Afterwards there was this sensation, however. Of something really bad. Why does the first thing in my life that makes me stand out from every other commoner have to be something bad? Something that’s not actually me, I’m told.

I learned of this book that deals with having power over demons. It took me hours in Dalaran–a kind mage made me a portal–but I did find it. Incredible. I couldn’t understand the scribbling in the book. I still don’t, but I did get some help. Or was it actually help? I thought so at first but now I’m no longer sure. A woman approached me. She was limping, looking like she’d gone through a lot, but she was friendly. She recognised I have this thing, this problem, and we talked. And she told me I should never lose control, it’s was like she knew, or felt it. She helped me to see something in the book; how the scribblings moved, morphed into something else, into symbols. She said to me she could help me take control of the demon. But, first, I would need some kind of a stone and the reagents cost a lot. I don’t know how I could get that kind of an amount together. I already sold the horse–which didn’t go for a lot–and I’ve got very little else. There’s no way I could go around asking money for that. No way. Ellbry was trying to talk to me through the stone while I was talking with the woman. I fear I may have been rude to him, not properly engaging in the conversation. I hope he’s not hurt, but I simply couldn’t tell him what I was doing. I don’t want people to worry about me. Besides, people have secrets. It feels like most of the people around me have something I’m not yet let into. I can have mine as well. And, either way, I’m not bad. They must all see that, right?

I was hopeful I could sort this all out with the woman, but then I met Reyahd. I desperately needed to tell her about everything, so I sent her a note. And she came! I don’t know what I would do without her. The others, while I like them, and I really do, I’m worried they will simply one day decide I shouldn’t be here. That I make some kind of a irreversible mistake. But not with her, she doesn’t judge me. It’s like I’m ((there is some splash of ink again)) and not scared. We talked for a long time. She made me realise the options: risk losing my mind, and more importantly, losing Starlight, or getting rid of the demon. It’s my choice and nobody else’s, she said. But what kind of choice is there, when you’re left with only one path with no alternative? But I think she is right. The demon has already changed me she said, and I believe her. In fact, I think I can sometimes hear it. Sometimes I can’t tell it’s voice from my own. Should I be relieved from its hold, what of that change will be left after? If I undergo this process, or ritual, what will I become?

However, something Reyahd told me did really shock me. I told her it was fine but I’d lie if I said it didn’t completely catch me off guard. She had initially opposed to me joining the guild. Because she didn’t want me to suffer and go through what she had. That’s what she said and I believe her. I will only listen to myself on this, not the demon. I will listen to myself, not whatever whispers have taken over Azeroth recently. Just myself. I said I’m ready to go ahead; to get rid of the demon. I think it’s really what I want now. Too much appears to be at stake to have it any other way. But I’m keeping the book, for now. Just in case.’

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#7 Post by Nëm » Thu Jan 30, 2020 12:19 am

The preparation

It was night. In one of the narrow alleyways in the Old Town, the man flashed a toothless grin at Conwal. ’So, how about this… Does this meet your requirements?’ Conwal took the blade. He had been saving up money, skipping the meals Ellbry had so generously paid for, to be able to buy a weapon. He held the sword in his hand, carefully feeling its weight, looking at the sharpness of the blade, and estimating the lenght of the crossguard. He tried to get a good natural grip on the hilt. It was light, something he could actually wield. He squinted his eyes, pointed the sword towards the sky and measured it with his gaze, starting from the tip of the blade all the way to the end. Finally, Conwal nodded. ’I-I’ll take this.’ The man smiled, extending his right hand towards him. ’Then pay up, my friend.’ Conwal hesitated for a moment and then reached for his pocket and placed the coins in the man’s hand. They exchanged one final nod out of courtesy and went their way. Conwal was holding the sword in his hand. He could not go into battle with his sad little cane, he needed something else. This was it. He went back to his lodgings at the Blue Recluse, dodged his way past the loud drunken patrons, entered the room, took a deep breath, and hid the sheathed weapon underneath his matress.

Conwal was lying in his bed uncomfortably. Tomorrow night, he’d be meeting with the woman again, the one he met at the cemetery. But this time, Reyahd would be there too. He wasn’t sure who was playing who at this point. He felt like he was betraying the trust of this woman but at the same time, Conwal was not convinced anymore about her motives to help him either. After all, Reyahd had told him she was not to be trusted. Conwal trusted Reyahd. It was a big step, no, a great leap for him, anyway, to engage in such a set up. He trusted Reyahd to know what she was doing and he trusted the woman to not attack them. Maybe there was something they could do together, after all, to help him?

Conwal passed out. In his dream there was a village on fire. He walked through the village, ignoring the screams of its residents trying to escape. It was as if he was there but, at the same time, was not. As if he was travelling through a vision. Or a nightmare. Conwal did not stray from the path cutting through the village, he did not even extend his arm to pull anyone from the flames. In the dream, he could not have even if he wanted to. He simply walked through. Who was the source of this destruction? Surely it was not him?

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#8 Post by Nëm » Thu Jan 30, 2020 1:02 am

Conwal’s Diary:

((The writing is shakey and with clear changes of position of writing visible throughout the entry.))

Tonight I met with Veyla again. She told me her name was ’Eyla’ the first time we met, but I think it was because she didn’t want to be recognised. We had set up it so that Reyahd, who knew her, would be there too. It went quite amicably I think, despite the hostility between the two and me being guilty of taking part in such a set up. Reyahd did something with her harp and it paralysed the woman. I don’t think I will ever possess such power. She was defiant, and told me the book I went at great lenghts to procure was nothing. I felt let down, shown what an idiot I am.

Then a mage showed up, a worgen, and he was set on saving Veyla from us for some reason. He was going to take Reyahd’s harp from her… and I was about to lose my control. I wanted to help her. I could feel my whole body burning, I could hear the whispers, my heart was about to burst through my chest. But, then, Veyla allowed herself to be simply escorted, or sort of carried, away by the mage, and the conflict was averted. I don’t know what would’ve happened otherwise. I don’t think someone like Reyahd would’ve needed my protection at all, but maybe a little help? My skills are not useless, are they? Either way, I’m actually glad that did not happen. I have no idea what could’ve happened. I dread to think what could’ve happened. I’m such a coward.

We caught up with her again later and there was some bargaining regarding what she could do to help. I think. Or maybe it was just something Reyahd wanted her to do. I can’t really tell the difference at this point but I feel like a lot of this has nothing to do with me anymore. Which is fine. Either way, I didn’t want to be useless, so I offered something I have been hiding all this time: the access to an item of certain magical power. Something I came across years ago when I was roaming the edges of Western Plaguelands. I could’ve retreived it, I think it’s still there. In Caer Darrow, where we definitely were told not to go to. But she refused. I’m confused, but she didn’t want more power. Is that possible? I’ve only tasted what I could do, and the thirst is tormenting me, driving me away from everything I hold dear, but she… she said no. Despite being bad, one of the still possessed, so to speak, she did not want it. And I exposed myself like that, not just to her but to Reyahd as well.

She ultimately left and we stayed behind, at the Stormwind harbour. I allowed Reyahd to sense my energies, to look into my inner self. I’m not sure what happened next; I closed my eyes and simply dived into a series of visions, nightmares. I wanted to stay calm, upright and bold, but I don’t know what it was. I coiled in pain and shame, and blacked out. I woke up lying on her lap. It was embarrassing, but I have to admit, comfortable at the same time. Reassuring. I’m still torn; I think controlling the demon like Veyla is a possibility, but at the same time, I would be giving up on everything else. When I was young, I would get into fights, punching one boy and getting punched by three or four of them in return. Now, I could take on ten of them, regardless how they’d be armed and armoured. Incinerate them. But choosing that, I’d be walking alone like Veyla is. I want to be close to Starlight, to Reyahd and everyone else. Ellbry, Philias, Anomen… and everyone. I don’t want to let them down. And I can pull through this, with others’ help.

If not, I could not bear to face her again.

I met some friends of Philias and told them I was doing fine. I talked to Philias and told him I was fine.

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#9 Post by Nëm » Fri Jan 31, 2020 11:31 pm

The missing orb

’Oh cutie, do you EVER tell people what you really want? All the eyes and ”sure” and ”okay”… tsss.’

Her words stung. They hurt. They hurt because they were true. Conwal hated it, but it was in all likelihood what others thought as well. That was who and what he was.

Conwal tightened his grip on the oars so hard his knuckles were turning white. Deep inside, he was fuming. Furious at himself. Conwal was rowing as if he was trying to escape something; fast, hard, painful pulls. He thought of Ellbry at the inn, how Anomen spiked Ellbry’s drink and turned him into a woman, and everything that followed. How Conwal, for the first time in ages, laughed. He had laughed in tears. He had not laughed in months before that, as there had had been no reason to laugh. None, whatsoever. But suddenly, there was. Conwal wished he could be like Ellbry: past the drunken confusion there was someone who was skilled, determined, and unconditional in his love towards the people he cared for. But that was not Conwal. Not him. No, he was the person who would not tell anyone what he wanted or felt, who, despite being so gullible (it would seem), would be not able to fall down knowing somebody would catch him. Conwal went for the final aggressive pull on the oars before the shore.

Conwal pulled the boat from the water to the shore. It was as bleak and barren there as he had remembered. There was no life here. Only the whispers of the dead and the cursed. As Conwal took the rope in this hand and tied it around a dry tree, he thought of Veyla’s words. He had sought her again, without Reyahd knowing it. The woman had told him to stay away from the fel, from whatever she was doing. Conwal tightened the rope around the tree with unnecessary force, sighed, and looked into the sky. She had called him a ’stargazer’, mocked him. After being forced to look at space and, indeed, infinity, in his nightmares, what could Conwal do but to stop at the sight of the stars? After tying the boat, he pulled down his hood and wiped his forehead with his hand.

Caer Darrow. He entered the building like he had in his teenage years. Walked up, and up. It was abandoned, crumbling. There was nothing but death. Top floor. Conwal moved the table and the broken chair. This is where it should be.

The chest was not there. The orb was not there. Conwal had travelled for nothing. He had tried to bargain for nothing. Conwal felt as if the sky was falling on his shoulders, like it was made from lead. He shivered. He would not be special. Again.

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Re: Conwal's Story

#10 Post by Nëm » Tue Feb 04, 2020 11:36 pm

Conwal’s Diary:

((The quill is clearly new. The letters are sharp, carefully drawn.))

’Finally I have the time and the opportunity to sit down and write. I’ve been travelling for days, sleeping in the most uncomfortable places; in burns and even under a tree. Now, it looks like I am going to stay, for a while at least, at a mage’s tower not too far from Stormwind. It has been a confusing few days to say the least. Every step I take to assume the control of my life, or at least figure out what to do, seems to take me two steps back or make things even more complicated.

Caer Darrow was a waste of time. I should have known. Something happened on my way back to Stormwind, however, and I am not sure where it is going to lead me. By a village not far from Duskwood there was a caravan of some travelling Kul’Tiran traders. There was a woman, probably close to my age, and she secretly passed me a note asking me to help her escape from the caravan and to get to Stormwind. I don’t know why, but I kind of knew straight away I was going to do it. I think, initially, it was because I rarely get asked for help. Unless ”hold this for me” counts, of course. She also appeared to be desperate and, finally, when she told me she was trying to get to Reyahd, I knew I had no other alternative but to help her. She seemed so vulnerable and hurt, more than even I have ever been.

Men from the caravan, her uncles she told me, came after us as we slipped away during the night. As we were fleeing, I figured we may not be able outrun them and, this is hard to explain, I decided to face them instead. Something inside me really wanted to face them. So I turned around and really delved into whatever shadows are following me. It was terrifying but in an odd, perverse, way exhilarating at the same time. Watching the flames in my hands flicker, a tree burning to ash, and finally those two brutes retreating. Retreating, because I told them to. I was powerful, and dangerous. A threat. I must have scared her though, for which I was really sorry afterwards, but even then she chose to trust me over her relatives. Or maybe it was just fear she felt then? What I cannot admit to her or anyone else, for I can barely admit it to myself, is that had they not retreated, I may have actually incinerated them like I burned that tree. What would have that made me? A murderer? Something worse? When I don’t use these powers, I miss them and when I do use them, I want to run away from them. I really hope she hasn’t told anyone what really happened there. I think it’s best if they think we simply ran away.

Anyway, we finally got to Stormwind and Reyahd took us to where she lives. For 'safety' she said, though I tried to tell her I didn’t need protection. There seems to be a lot of people here right now, some from her family as well as Kul’Tirans she has some kind of connection to. I can’t say I have really wrapped my head around the whole story yet. However, I still don’t see why Reyahd insisted I stayed. She’s promised to help me get rid of the demon, I know, but surely I don’t have to be here every day for that to happen? Equally, I don’t see why the Kul’Tiran woman would need my help now that she’s safely in Stormwind.

So here I am, in a mage’s tower of all places. And I have a hard time keeping track and making sense of my thoughts; it feels good to know Reyahd is nearby should I need her, but at the same time I feel like she’s more distant now than ever before when I’ve actually seen a glimpse of her life and her history, touched it even, with the Kul’Tirans and her some of her family present. I suppose it happens when you realise how rich and complicated lives others lead. You are just another complication in a whole you’re never really able to comprehend. Before I left for Western Plaguelands, Veyla was teasing me, asking why I didn’t hate her. I told her that I knew too little about people to even hate them. The woman from the caravan, she is a mystery I can’t stop trying to figure out in my mind. I sincerely hope I did not put her in further danger by doing what I did. Then there’s the Kul’Tiran brothers, how are they actually connected to Reyahd? To Starlight? Why am I involved?'

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