Oddities. (IC, Traejan)
Tonight was strange. That is truly the best way to put it. It was a lot of things, but most notably strange.
I have spent so long living rather quietly that I was admittedly somewhat anxious going into it. To host such a [pen taps] gathering of sorts; I have not done such since well before my death and it certainly never involved a fireworks display atop a necropolis.
But I was confident in my engineering and my ability to compose an impressive display of pyrotechnics.
Yes, I've always been good at that.
Secondly, I wanted an opportunity to meet Winterbitten in person.
Afterward she told me she did not expect the living to be in attendance and I cannot blame her. I did not anticipate Miss Sunmist to be there when we arranged the date and time in the back pages, though I expected that she might show given her generous donation. It seemed unfair to turn her away. I believe strongly in seeing things balanced and repaid. Inviting Vittani was a spur of the moment decision. Sunmist is a bit skittish when it comes to the unliving; I thought it best to comfort her in some fashion with the presence of another of her kind.
I'm not sure why I cared.
I suppose the fact that my closest, most trusted friends in recent times have been of the living has skewed my outlook some.
Or perhaps it is because she reminds me of Tarin in some way. As such, there is a very strong part of me that wishes to protect that. Comfort that.
Odd.
I barely know her. I do not even know how old she is.
This was only further compounded when she moved to stand beside me at the appearance of the stranger Knight, clearly uneasy.
I do believe I shocked Winterbitten and Sunmist both with my behaviour towards him. He sought to condescend to me as if he was my better. On the one, I have long since distanced myself from the Ebon Blade proper. If I answer to anyone it would be my worthy superiors among the Forsaken or in Silvermoon's own militia. I do not claim allegiance only to a neutral organization headed by a Highlord who is human. I do believe for all his simpering and whining about what is a glorious state of unlife and his belief that as such he has no place among the living world and their quarrels, he would quickly allow his racial allegiances to take hold if it came down to it. I am not neutral. In this world there is really no such thing as neutrality, save the particular goblin cartels. I serve no human Highlord.
The stranger Knight of the North does not even make his home in Acherus. Why then should he act as my superior? I did not find his answer to Winterbitten's question to be satisfactory. That he lives in the North does not speak of his allegiance. I knew not who or what he was.
And so if anyone should condescend to anyone else, it would be myself to him. As I am more than entitled to do so. He seemed of base military bearing, nothing more. If he was at one time a man of the Quality I saw no trace of it.
I was also admittedly put off by his demeanor. We were all there in somewhat festive spirit while he behaved as if it were an inspection. I understood his concern for the presence of the living upon Acherus, but I did not invite them within her walls. I saw no harm in their standing upon it for our small experiment, well under the watchful gaze of two Knights. The stranger seemed to perceive them as a threat. Winterbitten seemed more concerned for their comfort.
Another oddity.
I did not expect that, though her talk within the pages in the past gave some suggestion that she places the living above herself. It is something I would like to discuss with her in greater detail, as I wish to understand that further. I think I may have confused her when we spoke of ghouls; at least, she seemed not to fully grasp what I meant. We share similar view points, but beyond that she is a mystery. And as it is with most mysteries, I desire to unravel them.
Everyone ultimately seemed pleased with the outcome of the event, and so I can be satisfied. I believe the Blade has also been given some useful insight into ways in which they should improve their security if they don't want this to become an annual tradition..
I have spent so long living rather quietly that I was admittedly somewhat anxious going into it. To host such a [pen taps] gathering of sorts; I have not done such since well before my death and it certainly never involved a fireworks display atop a necropolis.
But I was confident in my engineering and my ability to compose an impressive display of pyrotechnics.
Yes, I've always been good at that.
Secondly, I wanted an opportunity to meet Winterbitten in person.
Afterward she told me she did not expect the living to be in attendance and I cannot blame her. I did not anticipate Miss Sunmist to be there when we arranged the date and time in the back pages, though I expected that she might show given her generous donation. It seemed unfair to turn her away. I believe strongly in seeing things balanced and repaid. Inviting Vittani was a spur of the moment decision. Sunmist is a bit skittish when it comes to the unliving; I thought it best to comfort her in some fashion with the presence of another of her kind.
I'm not sure why I cared.
I suppose the fact that my closest, most trusted friends in recent times have been of the living has skewed my outlook some.
Or perhaps it is because she reminds me of Tarin in some way. As such, there is a very strong part of me that wishes to protect that. Comfort that.
Odd.
I barely know her. I do not even know how old she is.
This was only further compounded when she moved to stand beside me at the appearance of the stranger Knight, clearly uneasy.
I do believe I shocked Winterbitten and Sunmist both with my behaviour towards him. He sought to condescend to me as if he was my better. On the one, I have long since distanced myself from the Ebon Blade proper. If I answer to anyone it would be my worthy superiors among the Forsaken or in Silvermoon's own militia. I do not claim allegiance only to a neutral organization headed by a Highlord who is human. I do believe for all his simpering and whining about what is a glorious state of unlife and his belief that as such he has no place among the living world and their quarrels, he would quickly allow his racial allegiances to take hold if it came down to it. I am not neutral. In this world there is really no such thing as neutrality, save the particular goblin cartels. I serve no human Highlord.
The stranger Knight of the North does not even make his home in Acherus. Why then should he act as my superior? I did not find his answer to Winterbitten's question to be satisfactory. That he lives in the North does not speak of his allegiance. I knew not who or what he was.
And so if anyone should condescend to anyone else, it would be myself to him. As I am more than entitled to do so. He seemed of base military bearing, nothing more. If he was at one time a man of the Quality I saw no trace of it.
I was also admittedly put off by his demeanor. We were all there in somewhat festive spirit while he behaved as if it were an inspection. I understood his concern for the presence of the living upon Acherus, but I did not invite them within her walls. I saw no harm in their standing upon it for our small experiment, well under the watchful gaze of two Knights. The stranger seemed to perceive them as a threat. Winterbitten seemed more concerned for their comfort.
Another oddity.
I did not expect that, though her talk within the pages in the past gave some suggestion that she places the living above herself. It is something I would like to discuss with her in greater detail, as I wish to understand that further. I think I may have confused her when we spoke of ghouls; at least, she seemed not to fully grasp what I meant. We share similar view points, but beyond that she is a mystery. And as it is with most mysteries, I desire to unravel them.
Everyone ultimately seemed pleased with the outcome of the event, and so I can be satisfied. I believe the Blade has also been given some useful insight into ways in which they should improve their security if they don't want this to become an annual tradition..