Asarelah, what brings you here ?
Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 3:55 pm
(( Work in progress ))
Lah's Scrapbook
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Grand Matriarch Iannina Trueheart gazed out the window, finding no joy in her elaborate and carefully tended gardens that rambled all along the cliff face which overlooked the Cleric Guild of North Felwithe. Nina felt blessed to still live in one of the grandest cities on all of Norrath surrounded by such lovliness; the High Elves having created a city of pure alabaster beauty rising from the mist of Greater Faydark.
Vexed with the hastily scribbled note she had just received from her errant granddaughter - echoes of the child’s footsteps pounded in a rush down the long hallways of the old matron’s memory - Nina tried to recall a happier time, when she was one with her own true love, Dragos. But he too was gone, and had been for what seemed an eternity.
A single tear trickled down the old woman’s cheek. Annoyed that the child’s note could bring back such painful memories, Nina dashed the tear away, and tried to find some light, shining through all the darkness that seemed to shrowd the House of Trueheart in such lonliness these past many years. How had it all come to this?
Her only daughter, Asarelah (named after Dragos’ own mother), had turned her back on the name of Trueheart, rich in heritage and tradition, along with all their old-world wealth, by taking up with that… that… Human - of all unimaginable things - and then jumped world to colonize a new planet… Azeroth….
The Human kingdom of Stormwind held no fascination for Iannina, and she had flatly refused to ever visit there, in spite of all the marvels her daughter kept writing of. Then the child had come… A girl child… also named Asarelah (but fondly called Lah)… her daughter’s attempt at trying to mend the bridges destroyed by years of living off planet. Dragos had insisted that the child be raised by his own hand, and sent his best men to bring the granddaughter back to Norrath… back to the land of their forefathers... back to the Trueheart mansion in Felwithe.
But now her granddaughter, forsaking not only her grandmother, but her own mother as well, had turned her back on what tattered remnants of the Trueheart dynasty still remained, and had pledged her soul to serve the Horde, and a dark mistress - Lady Nyx.
" Grandmier, I am leaving. The High Elves won't have me, and I am done with the Humans. But I have found acceptance with the Sin'dorei in a city called Silvermoon, in the land of Azeroth - and a Tribe that would gladly call me their own, half blood that I am. Lady Nyx has sent her best men at arms to offer me safe escort. And I go, with high hopes that someday I to might stand as a much respected Matriarch of the Trueheart lineage. I love you Grandmier. But these old halls are just too lonely."
The scrawled signature at the bottom left no doubt that her granddaughter had indeed fled, for better parts unknown, at least in her own mind. These Nyxians might claim to welcome Lah, but Iannina had grave misgivings about her only grandchild's fate.
Nina sobbed openly as she crushed the note in her delicate fist, and tears ran unchecked down her quivering chin.
Lah's Scrapbook
viewtopic.php?f=15&t=2908
Grand Matriarch Iannina Trueheart gazed out the window, finding no joy in her elaborate and carefully tended gardens that rambled all along the cliff face which overlooked the Cleric Guild of North Felwithe. Nina felt blessed to still live in one of the grandest cities on all of Norrath surrounded by such lovliness; the High Elves having created a city of pure alabaster beauty rising from the mist of Greater Faydark.
Vexed with the hastily scribbled note she had just received from her errant granddaughter - echoes of the child’s footsteps pounded in a rush down the long hallways of the old matron’s memory - Nina tried to recall a happier time, when she was one with her own true love, Dragos. But he too was gone, and had been for what seemed an eternity.
A single tear trickled down the old woman’s cheek. Annoyed that the child’s note could bring back such painful memories, Nina dashed the tear away, and tried to find some light, shining through all the darkness that seemed to shrowd the House of Trueheart in such lonliness these past many years. How had it all come to this?
Her only daughter, Asarelah (named after Dragos’ own mother), had turned her back on the name of Trueheart, rich in heritage and tradition, along with all their old-world wealth, by taking up with that… that… Human - of all unimaginable things - and then jumped world to colonize a new planet… Azeroth….
The Human kingdom of Stormwind held no fascination for Iannina, and she had flatly refused to ever visit there, in spite of all the marvels her daughter kept writing of. Then the child had come… A girl child… also named Asarelah (but fondly called Lah)… her daughter’s attempt at trying to mend the bridges destroyed by years of living off planet. Dragos had insisted that the child be raised by his own hand, and sent his best men to bring the granddaughter back to Norrath… back to the land of their forefathers... back to the Trueheart mansion in Felwithe.
But now her granddaughter, forsaking not only her grandmother, but her own mother as well, had turned her back on what tattered remnants of the Trueheart dynasty still remained, and had pledged her soul to serve the Horde, and a dark mistress - Lady Nyx.
" Grandmier, I am leaving. The High Elves won't have me, and I am done with the Humans. But I have found acceptance with the Sin'dorei in a city called Silvermoon, in the land of Azeroth - and a Tribe that would gladly call me their own, half blood that I am. Lady Nyx has sent her best men at arms to offer me safe escort. And I go, with high hopes that someday I to might stand as a much respected Matriarch of the Trueheart lineage. I love you Grandmier. But these old halls are just too lonely."
The scrawled signature at the bottom left no doubt that her granddaughter had indeed fled, for better parts unknown, at least in her own mind. These Nyxians might claim to welcome Lah, but Iannina had grave misgivings about her only grandchild's fate.
Nina sobbed openly as she crushed the note in her delicate fist, and tears ran unchecked down her quivering chin.
