Seryth’s Story: Closing Thoughts

He also was able to forgive his father — both foster and the real one — in that moment. His last thought was to wonder at the fourth quel’dorei he saw, the one so much like him.

Had it been? Could it be…

OR MAYBE IT WAS Continue reading “Seryth’s Story: Closing Thoughts”

The Story of Seryth, Chapters 29 through to the Epilogue

Chapter 29: It was early when Seryth left Jalinde's bed and took a morning ride through Dalaran. He angle out over the Broken Isles, visiting the closest of his small army's outposts. Something was missing. He needed more men still, more power, if he hoped to counter a demonic invasion.

He passed over the lands of Azsuna and bid his felsteed to touch down. The land was still beautiful and lush — certainly by Westfall standards — but there was something faded about it in comparison to the splendor of Val’sharah, as well. Seryth reflected it matched his mood as he sent the felsteed down old roads, grass pushing up between the cobblestones. The land had once been inhabited by highborne, but no longer, their ruins still bearing the scars of the demons, who had destroyed the great civilization long ago. Continue reading “The Story of Seryth, Chapters 29 through to the Epilogue”

The Story of Seryth, Chapters 26-28

Chapter 26: He fell to despair that night. He rode into Darkshire late in the night, asking for a room at the inn. The hassle of setting camp and making a meal was not one he wanted to handle at that moment, with so many doubts and fears swirling in his head. The inn was nearly empty that night, and Seryth sat by the fire in the common room, alone with his brooding thoughts.

If the shard had always been inside of him, it had always been slowly corrupting him. The events at Thelsamar, even the tortured worgen and farmers in his past, made all too much sense. Even though he could lay the blame at the shard’s feet, he couldn’t get around the knowing that it was still him who had cast the spells, who had killed and hurt so many people.

Yet, if it was the shard that had started all this, then perhaps removing the shard from his chest would end the nightmare. Continue reading “The Story of Seryth, Chapters 26-28”

The Story of Seryth, Chapters 22 – 25

Chapter 22: The twilight panther turned out to be the archdruid Seryth had been seeking: Tharon Moonclaw. He was willing to listen to Seryth, having seen him fly in on the back of the queen of the faerie dragons, which the archdruid said were elusive and difficult to gain the trust of. The queen faerie dragon, for her part, murmured to Seryth that she'd be around, then shrank to the size of a cat, her colors blending into her surroundings until Seryth couldn't tell her apart from the trees.

Tharon claimed the same demon creatures that been attacking the forest were responsible for the Wild God’s malaise, and further confirmed that no Wild God would be able to help Seryth until the attacks abated. He also said he could tell Seryth was not what he seemed and hiding magic as dark as the horned kal’dorei — he called them satyrs — also wielded. Grudgingly, under this subtle threat, Seryth agreed to hunt the leaders of the satyr. Continue reading “The Story of Seryth, Chapters 22 – 25”

The Story of Seryth, Chapters 19 – 21

Chapter 19: Seryth didn't know how long he lay convalescing for. The air seemed to be of a different quality, less musty than the dwarven bunkers, more open and airy like the wilderness. Though he only opened his eyes a few times, and recognized what he saw even less, he could tell the hangings and carvings on the walls around him weren't made by any dwarf or human. They were made by quel'dorei. He was in Quel'Danil.

The loyal gryphon had brought him out of Jintha’Alor. A Farstrider had found the wounded beast stumbling through the Hinterlands forests and took it to Quel’Danil to be treated. More reluctantly, they had also brought Seryth along. Continue reading “The Story of Seryth, Chapters 19 – 21”

Deleted Scene: Chapter 19 of Seryth’s Story

Chapter 19: Seryth didn't know how long he lay convalescing for. The air seemed to be of a different quality, less musty than the dwarven bunkers, more open and airy like the wilderness. Though he only opened his eyes a few times, and recognized what he saw even less, he could tell the hangings and carvings on the walls around him weren't made by any dwarf or human. They were made by quel'dorei. His kin. He was in Quel'Danil.

He was roused out of bed sometime in the middle of the night, however many weeks or months it was later. Vaguely, from a panicked courier, he heard they were being attacked. The elves put him on a courser, and it was all he could do to hang on as it charged through their attackers. He recognized pale skin and sickly countenances, like the elves of the doomed lodge in the Plaguelands. He couldn’t put two and two together though, trusting his escort to see him through the thick of the battle and away. Continue reading “Deleted Scene: Chapter 19 of Seryth’s Story”

Seryth’s Story: Commentary

After re-reading through the last chapter of Seryth’s Story (19 as of this post), I realized there were some changes I wanted to make to the direction of his storyline that’d require some retcons. It seemed like a perfect time to talk about why I’m experimenting with this technique, and some of the pitfalls and bloopers I’ve already run into while using it. Continue reading “Seryth’s Story: Commentary”

The Story of Seryth, Chapters 14 and 15

This is part of a Living Story Roleplay. Seryth is a character existing in the World of Warcraft, with whom I play through the game’s quests and world but add a different spin of my own creation on top. If you can find me ingame, you can also interact with Seryth yourself! (Note these interactions might not always make their way into the storyline, if only because they can be a pain to properly transcribe. You never know, though!)

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Prologue: Born and raised in Westfall, there was nothing more interesting about Seryth than the face he was a half-elf and possessed a rotten temper...

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