Stasi: Some "celebration"...
Oh, gods, I hurt. Inside and out. We fought so hard to get Linthara back--the sheer fact that no one was killed was a miracle. I lost track of Aluastrial early on--she split off to fight a mage, and I tried to keep the Beast occupied.
I'm a scout and an archer, not a front-line fighter. I know this. I know my limitations...and I know damn well that in this case, size very much mattered. Against Apophan, Bein and I ended up being angry gnats trying to kill a devilsaur--but we did make dents in his armor. Not that it mattered--he kicked Bein aside like she was nothing more than a piece of trash, and...oh, gods, I will never wear mail to fight a "shaman" again. If I do, I will find a way to ground myself. Past the first electrocution, I honestly don't remember much. After the second, and what I'm guessing--judging from my broken bones--was a kick, I remember only darkness, and someone screaming about hurting her kitten.
I woke up in Orgrimmar, with Feoden and Aluastrial keeping an eye on Bein and I. Someone must have stripped my armor and patched me together--possibly Feoden. He is a field medic, after all. He and Alua told me what happened, battle-wise, and I cannot tell you how relieved I was, and still am, when they said we didn't lose anyone...and that we got Lin back.
...physically, at least. Mentally...emotionally...Linthara is a wreck, and I just don't know how to help her. I want to. She's somehow become more than my commander, more than one of the few paladins I respect; she's my friend. I stupidly told the Beast as much, and I told her the same, in Razor Hill. So when she said she was concerned that she was hosting a scarab, I said I'd take her someplace and restrain her, if need be. Not because I thought she would become an enemy--but because I know she wouldn't want to harm any of us. I'm terrible with words; as soon as I said it, her reaction told me it was precisely the wrong thing to tell her.
I honestly wanted to cry.
We followed her into the canyons leading into Orgrimmar, where Lin took my dagger and slashed her arm open, looking for a scarab. Then she collapsed, saying some bullshit about how she didn't want us to get hurt. How could she possibly think that? We're soldiers, fighters, and she's our commander and friend; we would willingly go through Hellfire and back to save her, and I told her as much.
Not that it mattered.
I try to convince people that I don't give a damn, and try to keep them at arm's length. The problem is, I do care, and her parting shot on the communicators hurt a thousand times worse than the Beast's lightning.
So I ran. I ran to the closest thing I have to a home, and after I finish this, I'm going to get really, insanely drunk. Because it's a false comfort, but for a short while, it makes the pain go away. No one knows where I am. I can be alone with my girls and the bottle for a little while.
I never imagined caring would hurt so much.
So here we are, the witching hour
The quickest tongue to divide and devour
If I could end the quest for fire,
For truth, for love and my desire myself...
And we fell apart, but got back up again...
Lyrics: "Alibi," 30 Seconds to Mars.
I'm a scout and an archer, not a front-line fighter. I know this. I know my limitations...and I know damn well that in this case, size very much mattered. Against Apophan, Bein and I ended up being angry gnats trying to kill a devilsaur--but we did make dents in his armor. Not that it mattered--he kicked Bein aside like she was nothing more than a piece of trash, and...oh, gods, I will never wear mail to fight a "shaman" again. If I do, I will find a way to ground myself. Past the first electrocution, I honestly don't remember much. After the second, and what I'm guessing--judging from my broken bones--was a kick, I remember only darkness, and someone screaming about hurting her kitten.
I woke up in Orgrimmar, with Feoden and Aluastrial keeping an eye on Bein and I. Someone must have stripped my armor and patched me together--possibly Feoden. He is a field medic, after all. He and Alua told me what happened, battle-wise, and I cannot tell you how relieved I was, and still am, when they said we didn't lose anyone...and that we got Lin back.
...physically, at least. Mentally...emotionally...Linthara is a wreck, and I just don't know how to help her. I want to. She's somehow become more than my commander, more than one of the few paladins I respect; she's my friend. I stupidly told the Beast as much, and I told her the same, in Razor Hill. So when she said she was concerned that she was hosting a scarab, I said I'd take her someplace and restrain her, if need be. Not because I thought she would become an enemy--but because I know she wouldn't want to harm any of us. I'm terrible with words; as soon as I said it, her reaction told me it was precisely the wrong thing to tell her.
I honestly wanted to cry.
We followed her into the canyons leading into Orgrimmar, where Lin took my dagger and slashed her arm open, looking for a scarab. Then she collapsed, saying some bullshit about how she didn't want us to get hurt. How could she possibly think that? We're soldiers, fighters, and she's our commander and friend; we would willingly go through Hellfire and back to save her, and I told her as much.
Not that it mattered.
I try to convince people that I don't give a damn, and try to keep them at arm's length. The problem is, I do care, and her parting shot on the communicators hurt a thousand times worse than the Beast's lightning.
So I ran. I ran to the closest thing I have to a home, and after I finish this, I'm going to get really, insanely drunk. Because it's a false comfort, but for a short while, it makes the pain go away. No one knows where I am. I can be alone with my girls and the bottle for a little while.
I never imagined caring would hurt so much.
So here we are, the witching hour
The quickest tongue to divide and devour
If I could end the quest for fire,
For truth, for love and my desire myself...
And we fell apart, but got back up again...
Lyrics: "Alibi," 30 Seconds to Mars.