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[goochacabra]

Only Just a Dream

(( Prefacing this by saying I’m a wiener and I miss RPing Grud, and after writing this and talking to Lini, I’m gonna use the sleazy cop of Lini’s story was just a dream, which is found here - http://elksy.tumblr.com/post/131111409719/when-theres-nothing-left-to-burn))

It had been a long time since he had been to the city. It felt like ages, even. As he walked through the gates, hood over his head, he could see that it was the same as it always was. Just another ordinary day in the city. He walked the streets, taking it all in. The hustle and bustle, the drunken stupor at either bar, the sleaziness of Murder Row. He stuck out like a "green thumb," but it was almost like home for him.

As he wandered the streets, he asked random passerbys where he could find his old friend. It had been such a long time, who knew if she was even in the city at the time, his friend traveled quite often after all. After a while, he finally got the information he wanted, and he was quite surprised to hear he could find her at the spire. Happy to hear of her wherabouts, he made his way there.

Liniadel was swamped in her work. She had spent the last month or so neglecting her duties to the Spire, leaving piles of letters and other important documents unattended to. As such, she probably wasn't expecting any visitors, nor would she even want to be bothered at such a time.

Further inquiries finally lead him to her office. As he knocked on the door, he was met with a rather miserable sounding "Who is it, and what do you want?" Her head was buried in her work, and could not be bothered to look up. He shot a quick grin and calmly replied, "I'm looking for an old friend." His words jolted Liniadel, and her heart raced as she looked up at the man in the doorway. He pulled his hood back and revealed rather unkempt hair, and a long, scraggly beard. Not shaven in gods know how long. She stared blankly, almost as if she was dreaming this moment. He said her name multiple times. "Liniadel! You there?" She snapped out of her trance and just continued to look at him, almost lost. "You alright? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

[goochacabra]

Vacation Time

Greetings Commander. I'm writing this letter to inform you that I will be temporarily terminating my services with the Highguard. This latest encounter has drained me not only physically, but mentally. I need some time to gather myself after all this. I hope this doesn't make things sour, and that when the time is ready I can come back to the Highguard and continue my service. In my absence, if you need a job done by someone with my talents, I know a strong, courageous Elf named Torizen. I have informed him about the Highguard and have asked him to take up any duty asked of him as a favor to me should you require his talents. Best of luck, Mercenary Grud.       

(( Taking Grud alliance for a lil bit to arena friends. HE’LL BE BACK! ))   

[goochacabra]

The First Night: Desire

(( Just the first part of the new plotline for PH. I’ll be doing the following days soon! ))

It was a night like any other. The moon shining on the ocean as the waves crashed against the steps in front of the Highguard base. The day before was a day of celebration, for the Highguard had successfully slowed down the Legion's attack in Talador. Food and drink were shared by many, and Grud had loosened up more than he was used to as of late. Everything was fine that night, but tonight thing would become odd. He sat and watched everyone interact with each other as usual until it was time for him to call it a night. He headed back to his tent a little ways to the side of the base, away from everyone else. As he slipped out of his armor and into bed, it happened.

It was almost as if he hadn't even fallen asleep at all! He dreamt of many things that night, one dream to the next seamlessly. Each more realistic feeling than the last. Dreams of glory amongst his friends, his people. Dreams of the thrill of the fight. Normal dreams for him until the last one before he woke. He found himself not with his friends or his comrades, but in a home in Durotar, slightly older. In the home he could hear the voice of a woman and a child. The woman had not shown herself in the dream, but the child came to Grud, a boy that was the spitting image of himself as a child. He ran to Grud with his arms open, wanting to be held. As he picked up the child, he knew that it was a son, and the voice of the woman he heard was a wife! Who knew that the Mercenary Grud could ever be a family man. there he was, though, settled down in his own home with a wife and a child. Strange as it was, he could feel nothing but joy at the thought of his own son who he could share his experiences and knowledge with. As the dream went on, he saw himself sharing many moments with the child. The last one had him outside of his home, play fighting with the child as if he were training him.

It was at that moment he heard the voice of the woman calling for them from the home. As the child ran to the voice, Grud found himself watching. Suddenly, Grud found himself awake in his tent. He sat up quickly and looked around the tent, almost looking for someone or something, quickly realizing he was alone. It all felt so real to to him. Was it a vision? Was he really awake? He questioned himself for a moment, wanting to dismiss it, but he couldn't. Was that something he really wanted? He finally caught himself, and quickly got up to go on about his day. Maybe it was all just an out of place dream...