Rakshi

An old man stood outside a quiet home beside a small, tilled field. He scratched his beard, looking over the field with a smile. It was silent, all around this tiny scene. Only the wind could be heard, whistling gently through the nearby trees. The sun sat rather low in the sky, but it would not be dusk for several more hours. The old man gently sat down in a rocking chair beside the door of the home, removing a pipe from his belt and lighting it.

He puffed on the pipe as naturally as one would breathe, exhaling the smoke slowly. He recalled days long past, his father and mother dead for so long. He recalled past lovers, past wives and past women. With a gentle smile, as if to taunt all whom left him, he recalled them and cast them away into the recesses of his mind. He recalled past comrades he had fought beside...

[ This is also very out of sequence of the usual 55 Word entries, so I apologize for that. Written a long time ago, before Wrath of the Lich King came out. ]

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Ythgar felt better, but the memory of life was a gnawing pain in his gut. He had to concentrate not to find the world of undeath unbearably gray and empty. Accordingly, Ythgar Vinguld busied his mind in seeing the final stages and elements of his plan, and in sewing up the last touches. Terenius had done his job superlatively, first infiltrating, then whipping his little rabble into a frenzy.

[ I had the urge to write a corresponding scene of Ythika and her mental wanderings during the Vinguld's wedding night. ( Read Vinguld's Blog Entry here! ). So you've been warned. This is also very out of sequence of the usual 55 Word entries, so I apologize for that. ]

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[ More Ythika backstory, here she meets a friend and confidant. ]

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Captain's Log

3:00 PM 

En route to port 

    This most recent voyage has produced, again, little in the way of results. I do admit, it's becoming a right pain to be on a search for Gods know what, in Gods know where. By Arthas's frozen left...--Back to my point.

Yth'ikaa couldn't sleep. The bed linens were warm and smelled almost like home, and the city had finally quieted this evening, and still, there would be no rest in her mind. Too many questions, too many fears, and too much noise in her own head. She felt the rustling as Herriman, bless his heart, shifted and muttered in his own uneasy slumber.

Captain's log

8:00 PM

More loss of crewmembers, Katherine has gotten sick, and gain of more crewmembers, as well as a business associate.