Post by Trinea on Oct 10, 2010 9:27:23 GMT -5
((I wanted to write more and decided I should do something with Vesandis, just to kind of give a bit more of a glimpse into his character. 
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Well, he had finally done it. After years of hard work and sacrifice, he finally got what he wanted. The Warlock scowled as he looked over the once beautiful Sunspeaker estate, finding it in a state of dilapidation within the ruins of Silvermoon. "Well... at least it's mine," he growled as he stepped over the rubble and entered the home that was rightfully his.
Vesandis looked around the mansion, memories flooding back to him of a time he'd tried so fervently to forget. Paintings of his parents, himself and his younger brother adorned the ornately decorated golden and scarlet walls. Crystal chandeliers, now falling apart, glistened as they were hit by the meager rays of sunshine that trickled in through partially obscured windows.
One painting in particular caught his eye, and he furrowed his brow as he stepped up to examine it closer. The painting was of a tombstone, littered with flowers of all kinds, and a slight mound within the earth beside it. Fresh grass grew from the mound, even as the plants died at the sides of the burial site.
The Warlock sneered and huffed as he looked at the painting, disgusted with how beautiful it truly was. The headstone was modestly decorated, and in golden Thalassian script were painted the words:
"Here lies Vesandis Alderon Sunspeaker, High Priest of the Holy Light.
My loving brother, my dearest friend. There is nothing in this world or the next that could ever make me forget the great deeds you have done here on Azeroth. Words cannot express the sorrow within my heart at your passing, but know that you shall remain a part of me always.
Rest in peace, my dearest brother, and know that I shall work hard to uphold the honor of the Sunspeaker name.
I love you always, my wonderful elder brother,
Kal'theron."
The Warlock's eyes widened the more he read what was painted on the stone. He was completely stupefied by it! And now, for the first time in the nearly forty years since his supposed demise, Vesandis Alderon Sunspeaker, Warlock of Destruction and Chaos, felt a twinge of remorse tug at his normally cold, cruel, merciless heart.
"... brother..." he murmured, clenching his left fist as his right hand ran gently along the painting, wiping some dust from it. Maybe, he thought, he'd been wrong. Maybe Kal'theron hadn't claimed that his elder brother was dead so that he could have everything. Maybe he had been too quick to judge. Perhaps his niece and nephews didn't deserve the torment he had wrought upon them. After all, it wasn't their fault their mother was a filthy Human, right?
The hatred flowed back into Vesandis' heart and mind at that thought. "Humans..." he snarled. "I will never, EVER forgive my brother for his betrayal to our blood." The Warlock growled and tore the painting from the wall, roaring in anger as he threw it across the room, impaling it neatly on an old sword in a weapon rack. "Those children will pay for their father's treachery! Two of them may already be dead, but I can at least make their unlives miserable..."
The Warlock growled as he stomped through the ruins of his parents' mansion, brooding and scheming. He had no idea what he would do at this point. Kal'theraa had already proven more powerful than himself, and Mal'valen's Light had shown to be far brighter than his curses could handle.
"... Veladrys..." he murmured. "That thick-headed, weak-hearted sack of muscle... he should be a cinch to win over." Vesandis smirked to himself, then left his old home quickly, leaving to find a place where he could live in quiet solitude until just the right moment arose for him to strike once more.
))Well, he had finally done it. After years of hard work and sacrifice, he finally got what he wanted. The Warlock scowled as he looked over the once beautiful Sunspeaker estate, finding it in a state of dilapidation within the ruins of Silvermoon. "Well... at least it's mine," he growled as he stepped over the rubble and entered the home that was rightfully his.
Vesandis looked around the mansion, memories flooding back to him of a time he'd tried so fervently to forget. Paintings of his parents, himself and his younger brother adorned the ornately decorated golden and scarlet walls. Crystal chandeliers, now falling apart, glistened as they were hit by the meager rays of sunshine that trickled in through partially obscured windows.
One painting in particular caught his eye, and he furrowed his brow as he stepped up to examine it closer. The painting was of a tombstone, littered with flowers of all kinds, and a slight mound within the earth beside it. Fresh grass grew from the mound, even as the plants died at the sides of the burial site.
The Warlock sneered and huffed as he looked at the painting, disgusted with how beautiful it truly was. The headstone was modestly decorated, and in golden Thalassian script were painted the words:
"Here lies Vesandis Alderon Sunspeaker, High Priest of the Holy Light.
My loving brother, my dearest friend. There is nothing in this world or the next that could ever make me forget the great deeds you have done here on Azeroth. Words cannot express the sorrow within my heart at your passing, but know that you shall remain a part of me always.
Rest in peace, my dearest brother, and know that I shall work hard to uphold the honor of the Sunspeaker name.
I love you always, my wonderful elder brother,
Kal'theron."
The Warlock's eyes widened the more he read what was painted on the stone. He was completely stupefied by it! And now, for the first time in the nearly forty years since his supposed demise, Vesandis Alderon Sunspeaker, Warlock of Destruction and Chaos, felt a twinge of remorse tug at his normally cold, cruel, merciless heart.
"... brother..." he murmured, clenching his left fist as his right hand ran gently along the painting, wiping some dust from it. Maybe, he thought, he'd been wrong. Maybe Kal'theron hadn't claimed that his elder brother was dead so that he could have everything. Maybe he had been too quick to judge. Perhaps his niece and nephews didn't deserve the torment he had wrought upon them. After all, it wasn't their fault their mother was a filthy Human, right?
The hatred flowed back into Vesandis' heart and mind at that thought. "Humans..." he snarled. "I will never, EVER forgive my brother for his betrayal to our blood." The Warlock growled and tore the painting from the wall, roaring in anger as he threw it across the room, impaling it neatly on an old sword in a weapon rack. "Those children will pay for their father's treachery! Two of them may already be dead, but I can at least make their unlives miserable..."
The Warlock growled as he stomped through the ruins of his parents' mansion, brooding and scheming. He had no idea what he would do at this point. Kal'theraa had already proven more powerful than himself, and Mal'valen's Light had shown to be far brighter than his curses could handle.
"... Veladrys..." he murmured. "That thick-headed, weak-hearted sack of muscle... he should be a cinch to win over." Vesandis smirked to himself, then left his old home quickly, leaving to find a place where he could live in quiet solitude until just the right moment arose for him to strike once more.
