I’m going to the Crane Temple today finally. But one of my trainers named Korlaf at the White Tiger Temple wants to do a quick spar with me to see where I am at now. I really don't understand why she needs to fight me before the visit with Chiji. But what I know is that she’s a bit of a hothead like Taran Zhu from what Ven tells me. I have to fight Korlaf with the bamboo staff I’ve gotten last week from beating a monk in a spar.
Song yawned and turned a few circles in the chapel garden, settling down for a nap. The fox flipped her fluffy tail over her face while Aerie entered the small building.
It was much like any other small town chapel scattered throughout the Shires; one large room, and a door in back hinting at the chaplain’s office and quarters. Tall windows lined the walls, letting in as much natural light as possible. Rows of pews in two columns lead up to the low stage, where the priest could lecture and answer questions from the congregation.
A tidal wave of emerald and scarlet looms over me, gaining height with every second.
As ugly as death might seem, there is a certain morbid curiosity that steals over me - this looming presence might strike with the open hand of nature's wrath...yet the hand guiding that wrath is far larger.
One usually does start at the beginning when one begins a tale. But the universe's story has been writing itself before I was a single filament of thought. Perhaps my own beginning then would be more of a better way to begin. Unless of course one wished to learn how my people see the world before the armies of the Horde and Alliance came to my ancestral lands, and with them the resurgence of the Sha?
((Decided to start her own blog to try and explore the character more before Mists comes out.))
She sat lotus style upon the ground, the woods whistling lightly as the cool night breeze rushed through. Her keg resting nearby as the Night Elf looked out on ahead contemplating coolly from her position back straight ears twitching lightly against the breeze.
He could feel its warming presence flowing through his body. He could feel the soothing ways of the light as they washed through his body in powerful yet gentle waves. The Paladin would have preferred to pray in a chapel, but the nearest one was in Tarren Mill and he'd have had to fight through scores of Forsaken and Horde sell-swords who had made a living for years preying on the peaceful farmers of Hillsbrad.
The air rushed through Saej’s hair as the red-scaled dragonhawk with curtained wings like flames took him towards the Ghostlands. Below a rotten ghoul infested black wash divided the spring beauty of the Eversong Forest. Saej couldn’t help but notice the symbolism of the path he now traveled over.
Trees whispering as waves of salty breezes rustle through their golden canopies across Eversong Woods...So many voices, somewhat irregular, yet singing in harmony. Relaxing. Soothing. Tranquil. Many hours lost breathing deeply in meditation.
“Ari’ella...” The trees are not the only ones whispering.
“Mum...?” My heart leaps to hope.
“You may not always have a healing potion on hand so remember your ABC’s.” Words of wisdom instructed to me, her apprentice.
Ta'Srith sat silent, in her preferred place of meditation in eastern Ashenvale, drooping blooms surrounding her, and considered the change in her circumstances. To an intruding eye, the seated Kal'Dorei was a study in perfect, unsullied repose. Her legs were folded in the lotus' harmony, and her hands had naturally drifted to the mudra of inner peace. Body arranged to best move through the slow stately dance of time, the woman in the small grove of ancient pillars smiled very faintly.
"Good." Voltas said, overlooking the bustling laboratory. Glass spheres were twisted open, Motes and Primal concentrations of the elements all drifting about as the apprentices and technicians tended to the World-Seed. Every day they would push themselves from sunrise to sunset, moving through the tall-standing portal and feeding the growing world with new elements, tending to it like a vast garden.
Blessed with another day, he thought, as he pushed aside the heavy green drapes.
Sunlight surged into the round room as the cloth parted. The colorful stained glass of blues, golds and greens danced in every corner of the bedroom, but soon the windows were parted to fill the cozy home with sounds of nature and the smell of fresh air.
((Just a quick apology. I've let this thread sit for a long time, because it's older material and I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with it. However, to rebel from Mr. Lucas, I'm going to leave this one as it originally was. I don't have anything to add, and though it's a little Kung Fu theater-ish, I still like it. For my father, the real life Sun Lü who taught me how to be still. Thanks dad, I love you.))