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driftfleet2015-10-19 06:08 pm
hymnals) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-19 06:08 pm
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Who: Adrasteius
Broadcast: All
Action: Marsiva
When: Oct 19
[It's been a few weeks since Archimonde's downfall. Since the collapse of the Iron Horde. It was a good moment, hard-won, but Adrasteius hasn't felt celebratory. The battle had ended in triumph, yes, but also a warning. Something is coming. Something that keeps Adrasteius from sleep, that keeps him up late fiddling with wards, praying to the Light. Keeps him staring at the sky with unease threading through all of his brittle bones.
But all living things must sleep, eventually, and he's no exception.
When he wakes up, he expects to see his wife; possibly some children, crept in after nightmares. Instead, he's alone. The room is stark, chilly, sterile.
Familiar.]
Oh, for the Light's sake.
[He rolls over, groaning. This again. Lying flat on his belly, but with his face turned upwards, he addresses the camera.]
Bal'a dash, everybody. If we haven't spoken, I'm Adrasteius. If we have--
[He sits up, albeit with obvious effort. It's hard to be old, even for an elf.]
--nice to see you again. Probably.
[Adrasteius runs a hand through his feathery blonde hair.]
What did I miss?
Broadcast: All
Action: Marsiva
When: Oct 19
[It's been a few weeks since Archimonde's downfall. Since the collapse of the Iron Horde. It was a good moment, hard-won, but Adrasteius hasn't felt celebratory. The battle had ended in triumph, yes, but also a warning. Something is coming. Something that keeps Adrasteius from sleep, that keeps him up late fiddling with wards, praying to the Light. Keeps him staring at the sky with unease threading through all of his brittle bones.
But all living things must sleep, eventually, and he's no exception.
When he wakes up, he expects to see his wife; possibly some children, crept in after nightmares. Instead, he's alone. The room is stark, chilly, sterile.
Familiar.]
Oh, for the Light's sake.
[He rolls over, groaning. This again. Lying flat on his belly, but with his face turned upwards, he addresses the camera.]
Bal'a dash, everybody. If we haven't spoken, I'm Adrasteius. If we have--
[He sits up, albeit with obvious effort. It's hard to be old, even for an elf.]
--nice to see you again. Probably.
[Adrasteius runs a hand through his feathery blonde hair.]
What did I miss?