Moriurya's blog

Just the smallest of movements, but still there like the sudden pop from a campfire. Even as the thoughts of the future weigh on me like a very heavy burdon, I smile just slightly. Gil would be so excited if I told him, but right now I want it for me, just for me ... my own feeling I do not have to share with anyone.

Winter Veil is coming, and the New Year soon beyond. Are you ready?
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"First Sergeant ... Rya. What's your twenty?"

The butcher's voice could be heard from her mechanical box across the room, but neither occupant paid attention to the message. Wrapped within the arms of each other, Gil and Rya were in their own beautiful world. Life had been busy enough to keep the engaged couple separate for the majority of the time, making their coming together all the more intense.

"I love you."
"And I you."

An hour or so passed before the two realized there seemed to be a stir on the box. Gathering themselves, the lovers kissed lovingly before Rya quickly dashed off to do her duty. She didn't explain to him, there was no need to explain when there is a threat to be subdued.

"Brightsinger here; sorry for the delay."
"Rodger that. Girl's been found. Heading back to the ruins to aid with the clensing."

Another dream.
Floating did not occur in this one, nor did a fight break out.
I did not wander through the forest of emotion.
Just another dream.

There is no white knight of shining armor,
No dark and sinister enemy planning revenge.
I find no demons stalking me,
No fields of flowers to frolic in with my lover.

"Captain."

I had been called away on duty. The Captain understood and allowed my leave, even if we were so close to the competition I was to be one of the main contributors of. He could handle it, he is Captain Isardeth Alament of the 5th Farstrider Company after all.

Still, I was happy to have made it back in time.

"FIRE!"

"Alright! Take five!"

The voice boomed over the field of workers raising tents. The location for the food had been established, after much diliberation, and those Recruits and Rangers that had volunteered to get everything prepared for the Archery Competition were out of breath in the afternoon sun that glared from the golden crowns of the Sunstrider towers.

He was gone.

I had to deal with him, even if I didn't want to. The retreat was vacant; the ricochet of our heated discussion no longer would bounce around the walls.

Now when I walk these halls, it feels like my home again.

Be gone, Sunburst.

"Due to the severity of the illness currently infesting Captain Lightstrider, Isardeth Alament will here-after take on the duties as Captain of the Fifth Farstrider Company."

I should be honored for the privilege to work along directly with (now) Captain Alament, the troops sure have their excited hushed whispers, but my body is tense with expectation. Of all the members of the Farstriders, Isardeth and I seem to have fate entwine our stories. What will this man, my now direct Commanding Officer, decide to do upon seeing the camp we had set up just North of Dawning Lane? What will his eyes say to me when he sees how close I am to Gil? Will his first decision be to end the contract that binds Gil to the Company and send the exile out of Quel'Thalas again?

There are worse dangers within these lands than an exile.

An archery tournament? He wants an archery tournament?

"Don't worry, Brightsinger. This year doesn't need to be nearly as formal as the previous years."

So there will be no masked ball, no jugglers and special entertainment; it will just be an archery tournament.

"As you have pointed out, so have the Sergeant Majors explained to me ... the troops are restless. They need something, and I think an archery contest might also help us recruit for the Farstriders."

He can be so optimistic sometimes, with that smile. Alright, I'm game.

(( OOC Information!

Eversong Ranger Corps (The Farstriders) will be hosting an Archery Contest at the gates of Zul'Aman (maybe)! The date and time is still in the works, so stay tuned!

"I bring word from the Regeant Lord of Silvermoon. Lord Lor'themar demands an explanation for the presence of this ... exile in our lands."

He had my attention, this messenger from the Regeant Lord; he spoke as if he had more authority than the Ranger-General. He looked like a part of the Blood Knights ... smelled like one too.

"Quel'Thalas is as much my home as it is yours and I would not see it fall to our ancient enemy. Now you tell your cowardly Regeant--"

"Chanting?"

"I heard it too, First Sergeant. They are definitely chanting."

"And the patrols?"

"They pulled back, m'am. Not a stalker anywhere we can track."

"I wish I had a sister ...

I've battled them my whole life; they have been there since as long as I can remember, and now they were more active then ever I thought. There is no way to explain all of this simply, yet I must work toward explaining it or I will be captured and held prisoner against any possible hope I can muster.

A smile.

We smiled at each other, his presence turning my attention away from the dullness of watching not-quite-couples dancing. It was so nice to see his smile then, so wonderful to know he was at least as happy to see me as I was to see him. The club suddenly did not matter to me ... I realized right then that I only came to the establishment in hopes of seeing him.

Perhaps he had thought the same thing because, not long after our short interaction, he invited me to fly with him. I welcomed it gladly, wanting to get away from the uncomfortable feeling I get whenever there are people happily flirting with each other. I had almost finished my glass of fizzy wine, but that wasn't a problem; I didn't even say goodbye to any of the people at Second Chances, just departed with Gil, smiling.

A touch.

Her golden eyes looked over her answers once more. "I have to be missing something," she whispers, only to have the Major give her a sharp look. Doh.

Moriurya was in the mid of her written examination to be promoted to the Ranger position from Recruit. Anyone who showed any sort of promise in the eyes of the Farstriders were given a few lectures and then a week for preparation for the final day. A recruit would first be woken during the mists before dawn for the morning run, which could take as long as the Sergeant or Major testing you wants to take on it. They would run between a couple and several hours then command for repetition of sit-ups, push-ups, and jumping-jacks while reciting the code of the Farstriders over and over again. From there the Recruit would get a two minute break to stop and drink some water before moving to the obstacle course.

"You are the heart and soul, Sunb-- Brightsinger."

He said it as if it were so simple, but it really wasn't. No other enlisted person carries as much responsibilty and authority among the non-officer ranks like that of the First Sergeant. Yet the Ranger-General specifically picked me from so many others, thinking I were worthy of the title and respect the Rangers would give me. I hope I don't let him down.