55 words

One year, three weeks, five days.

Sera...?

     A gentlemen sat up in bed quickly, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the inn's room he had rented for the evening.

Within Exchange words were said

A steady, faithful serant was made to rule

A woman of darkness stood vigil

Unable to rid herself of night's shadows

Another woman of Light's holiness

Bade the Duchess to sermon's call (37

She was in the hot seat, newly minted Vindicator

Draenei never told her she needed to make sermons!

((Inspired by today's rp and the score from Angels and Demons titled "160PM"))

The very air tensed, as if holding its breath,

The first cracking snap of the lash breaking across my skin like lightning,

Leather curving and lapping at the skin, seeking bone, seeking blood,

The sick slick slaps of the whip fade to my ears,

The pain echoes through scars, through years,

“You deserve this, boy…”

There’s flour in her hair, near the pins. Scents of cinnamon and nutmeg cookies.

Something else lingered, too. Sweet, with a hint of citrus. It made her think on picnics and Thursday afternoons.

She carried the cookies toward Fortune's home where a crowd of not-quite-family waited.

In the shop, a lemon cake waited.

Lost

Not again. I can't go through this again.

Shattered

Foulness within and black betrayal. My soul is stained with demonic magic. It grows stronger, while the elements I draw on rise against us. How long can I hold it back?

I stumbled in blinding darkness until he took my hand.

He can see the Light clearly.

While he still hopes, I will not despair.

In my left hand, I hold pain.

My right holds redemption.

Both are symbols, not reality.

Yet, there is no sharp distinction.

This box is ancient, and speaks only evil truths.

The rosary is newer, inviting only silent contemplation.

I prefer silence.

Truth is overrated.

Soft kitty, warm kitty...

Its not always a bad thing.

Throw my shield forward - slash for the legs.

Once I sat and watched the days stream endlessly by.

Now the days seem to fly by faster than I can count.  

Between the troubles abroad and at home, the work of managing the county and the order, and an apprentice... well.

One thing is sure.  

She still looks lovely by the winter moonlight.

Busy afternoon in Dalaran

Twiddling the medallion in her hand

Eyes meet an elf dressed akin to shamana

Friendly exchange turns into Honor, Humility, Sacrifice

Revelation comes at last, a missing piece, a blackened past

Time for answers

At Icecrown monolith doors open

Living and the dead kneel to her, hail our Duchess.

I should leave.

I shouldn't have come.

She's gone

Smarter than Blondie by a mile

Didn't fall for my bait...Blondie's mount tied up where he left it.

She scouted the area.

Kept herself in the shadows.

Knows someone's watching.

Then moved on to find Blondie.

Means the bait isn't worth keeping alive now.

Wonder if there's a market for fresh Windrider meat.

I'm weakening.

I don't know how to stop it.

If I can't save myself...can I save Her?

She's all I care about now. I don't want to fail again.

Not this time.

She's weaker than I.

We might not be long for this world.

But I'll happily die in her arms.

I love her.

“Miss Recruit Lilli?”

Stephan - his young voice, frightened.

Ythgar's grandson.

            Three Hundred and Ninety Five Days...

In Human, a birthday and cake.

Gnomes, a few new projects.

Dwarves, fifty-two kegs.

Elves, apparently not long enough.

As you walk up, her eyes light up.

“Ma, tell me about the Shadows.” 

In a perfect world, I would not have to fight.

I would be talented enough at thievery to elude even the keenest eyes.  I would face no competition from fellow bandits in the tenebrous corners of the city.

Once a bastion of the Light, the demons came and darkness fell on Karabor
The Betrayer threw them down and earned his name
Hypocrisy on hallowed ground, monsters roaming nurseries, decadence in austere chambers
The lonely lord, the obsessed hunter, and the treacherous servant
Broken alliances, intricate plans, unlikely partners
Controlling a broken world’s fate

An enticing dish, but we shouldn't partake of something so sweet, no matter how hungry we might be.

Yielding to temptation, we allowed ourselves one bite.  Perhaps even that was too much, knowing we can't enjoy the rest.

In the interest of a healthy future, this is best decision for both of us.

They claim my methods are contradictory, yet dress themselves in expensive clothing.

They claim to do more for the needy, minus the same risks and sacrifices.

This place is congealed hate.
This is where the lines were crossed.
A festering volcano spits poison into the air while jade fire hisses across blackened fields.
Orphaned experiments of a maligned Flight struggle for freedom.
Two armies battle to hear the chimes of favor.
One stands alone, seeking victory in a gasp of defeat.