Post by Qichia Dune'Adah on Dec 6, 2006 8:12:10 GMT -5
((Ok, seems my little scheme for what's happened to Qichia is a little hard to express through her actions, so I'll provide you fellas with a little Godmode knowledge then ;D (Just remember not to use it, it's just so you might actually discover some of the things I've been trying so hard to make you see 
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Also, unlike my usual background stories, I'll tell this one in 3rd person instead of writing it like a diary))
Qichia opens her eyes, realizing she is lying n the ground quickly gets up. Looking around, she sees that she is in the Eastern Plaguelands. She has no idea how she got there, but she's there, and her nightsaber is there too.
She doesn't think twice and mounts up, heading west, for the Western Plaguelands and then further through Alterac Mountains, Hillsbrad Foothills, all the way to Ironforge.
Upon reaching the Gates of Ironforge, Qichia feels uncomfortably dizzy, and glimpses of images flow through her mind.
The Dark Portal, Darnassus, Ashenvale, Astranaar, Eastern Plaguelands.
Then someplace new, someplace, she doesn't know. She's never been there before, that's for sure. Everything's a blur, but she can make out some shadowy figure headed towards her.
She opens her eyes - she's still in Ironforge. "What happened?" she mumbles to herself.
She shakes her head, removes some of the cold sweat that's gathered on her forehead and continues into Ironforge.
Looking around, it's clear that some time has passed. Probably a month or so.
She wonders what has happened in that time. "Tenarion! she says out loud. She can only think of finding him, making sure he knows she's ok.
After a while, spending time travelling from city to city, it happens again - the dizzy feeling, the flood of images - that new place again, and the shadowy figure gets closer. Pain, agony and dispair. She cries, screaming for Tenarion to help her.
Then she's in Moonglade, at her parents' grave. It's still images, besides from the blur, it all seems so real. Galvinoth is there, so is Talis. Sekratus is there too. He's the only one that's seen her.
They say something. She can't hear what, but she responds.
Then they're outside the grave, ground level again.
She's crying, but can't figure out why.
Tenarion's there? Where'd he come from?
Then they're in the park in Stormwind. Galvinoth is angry, he's yelling.
She disappears but they're still there, talking.
Sekratus is saying something, suddenly he falls to the ground, dead.
Tenarion is talking to someone. Some woman.
Then they leave.
Qichia yells for him to stay, not to leave her, he doesn't hear her.
Then she opens her eyes and looks around. She can see on some of the citizens' faces that she's been yelling something. She's shaking, feeling cold, even though the weather is warm.
She rides away quickly.
Several weeks have passed, and she still cannot fint Tenarion. Or this woman, whoever she is. She's feeling sad, even crying sometimes.
"What the hell is going on? Where have I been?"
She has no idea.
She looks in one of her bags. The small peice of clay with her young handprint she once gave Galvinoth is gone.
She looks through her bags again, more rapidly. "Where is it?"
She's not looking for the clay. But the old rose is gone, just, gone.
She sits down, crying silently. There's noone around, but still she feels like someone is watching her.
It's late, she goes to sleep, tired, exhausted. She still cries.
)Also, unlike my usual background stories, I'll tell this one in 3rd person instead of writing it like a diary))
Qichia opens her eyes, realizing she is lying n the ground quickly gets up. Looking around, she sees that she is in the Eastern Plaguelands. She has no idea how she got there, but she's there, and her nightsaber is there too.
She doesn't think twice and mounts up, heading west, for the Western Plaguelands and then further through Alterac Mountains, Hillsbrad Foothills, all the way to Ironforge.
Upon reaching the Gates of Ironforge, Qichia feels uncomfortably dizzy, and glimpses of images flow through her mind.
The Dark Portal, Darnassus, Ashenvale, Astranaar, Eastern Plaguelands.
Then someplace new, someplace, she doesn't know. She's never been there before, that's for sure. Everything's a blur, but she can make out some shadowy figure headed towards her.
She opens her eyes - she's still in Ironforge. "What happened?" she mumbles to herself.
She shakes her head, removes some of the cold sweat that's gathered on her forehead and continues into Ironforge.
Looking around, it's clear that some time has passed. Probably a month or so.
She wonders what has happened in that time. "Tenarion! she says out loud. She can only think of finding him, making sure he knows she's ok.
After a while, spending time travelling from city to city, it happens again - the dizzy feeling, the flood of images - that new place again, and the shadowy figure gets closer. Pain, agony and dispair. She cries, screaming for Tenarion to help her.
Then she's in Moonglade, at her parents' grave. It's still images, besides from the blur, it all seems so real. Galvinoth is there, so is Talis. Sekratus is there too. He's the only one that's seen her.
They say something. She can't hear what, but she responds.
Then they're outside the grave, ground level again.
She's crying, but can't figure out why.
Tenarion's there? Where'd he come from?
Then they're in the park in Stormwind. Galvinoth is angry, he's yelling.
She disappears but they're still there, talking.
Sekratus is saying something, suddenly he falls to the ground, dead.
Tenarion is talking to someone. Some woman.
Then they leave.
Qichia yells for him to stay, not to leave her, he doesn't hear her.
Then she opens her eyes and looks around. She can see on some of the citizens' faces that she's been yelling something. She's shaking, feeling cold, even though the weather is warm.
She rides away quickly.
Several weeks have passed, and she still cannot fint Tenarion. Or this woman, whoever she is. She's feeling sad, even crying sometimes.
"What the hell is going on? Where have I been?"
She has no idea.
She looks in one of her bags. The small peice of clay with her young handprint she once gave Galvinoth is gone.
She looks through her bags again, more rapidly. "Where is it?"
She's not looking for the clay. But the old rose is gone, just, gone.
She sits down, crying silently. There's noone around, but still she feels like someone is watching her.
It's late, she goes to sleep, tired, exhausted. She still cries.
))
