Post by Dollraema on Nov 5, 2014 22:01:29 GMT -6
Dollraema awoke full of purpose this fine morning. As the sun was just creeping into her windows, she came into the world of the waking, her mind immediately upon her task for the day. Stretching, she lay for several moments, her hands behind her head, staring up at the ceiling, reflecting on her conversation with Jen the night before.
"To face one's Hell to rid oneself of nightmares...I wonder if it works?"
Sliding out of bed, she went about preparing for the day. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she combed and braided her hair over her shoulder, humming a soft lullaby to herself that she'd found catchy. Dressing in first leathers, then plate, she buckled her belt about her waist, checking to ensure the pouches she wanted were present. Thudding down the stairs, she paused a moment to have a quick biscuit and a word with Lillian about her belongings being up in the room still.
Satisfied that she had taken care of everything, she whistled for her gryphon and was off to the city.
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The dwarven woman circled Cathedral Square several times before landing outside the city, on the far side. Working her way slowly, she took her time crossing Stormwind to her destination. She paused here and chattered or stopped there to smell a flower, relishing every positive sight, smell, or sound that she could. Finally, she could linger no longer and stood in front of the massive Cathedral, her stomach knotting and unknotting. Was this where she began this journey? Something didn't quite feel right...
It was then she saw one of her old sisters exiting the Cathedral. Raising a brow, she knew where she had to go first. Following the plainly dressed woman at a distance, Doll observed her. Her expression was drawn tight, her hair cropped short in an unattractive, yet absolutely clean cut manner. The gown she wore was plain, the material rough but no one but the poor soul that wore it would know, hiding anything that could be considered beautiful. Doll vaguely recognized her and assumed she was her own age. Knowing that, she was dismayed to see the lack of life in her eyes as she kep them downcast, only raising her gaze to apologize if she ran into someone during her walk.
Dollraema followed her, at a distance, to a house that sat in the back of Cathedral Square. The home was smaller than any of the others in the luxurious district, but no less fine. Old money had built the home and cradled it through the ages. The woman went inside a door that had been opened by another woman looking very similar. Doll paused, standing in the shade of the shop across the way, studying the place for several moments, almost half an hour.
Deciding she couldn't put it off any longer, she went to the door and rather than knock, shoved it open, knowing two things -- 1. It was unlocked. Few homes in this district were locked due to the 'righteousness' of the owners and 2. They'd have never let her in if she hadn't...
"Oi! You can't just come barging--Oh my! Zachariah! Zachariah!" The girl she'd followed had been in the front room and fled, screaming for the Master of the Household. Doll looked around the room, her pleasant expression now blank as memories played havoc across her mind. Despite the luxury of the outside, the interior was bland. Blank. Cold. The polished stone from the outside was rough inside. Rough walls, rough bare floors that would become icy in the winter. There were a few benches pressed to the walls, but they were hard and uncushioned. Comfort did not exist inside these walls.
The girls in the room flinched and shied away, terrified of this strange woman bursting their piece of the world. Suddenly, Doll spun, staring around a circle at the congregation and she started yelling, pointing at the door.
"There's a whole world out there! Go! Go look at it! Go read a book! Go fix your GODDAMN HAIR!" She was roaring, ranting like a mad woman about the world and all it's beauty. The sheltered, frightened girls just stared wide eyed at her as she raged and finally a large man stepped through.
Tall and lean, Zachariah was the sort of man women often swooned for. Strikingly handsome with a confidence about him that was unshattered, he was dressed in robes like a priest, the material much finer than that of the gowns the women wore.
"Dollraema." At the sound of his voice, her back to the doorway at this point, she froze, her blood going to ice in her veins. Turning slowly, she leveled her gaze upon him, unable to breath for the sudden fear that choked her, weakening her. His gaze was penetrating, like he could see straight to her soul. Swallowing, his name a whisper on her lips.
"Zachariah.."
He tsked her, striding closer, calmly holding a hand out to the nearest terrified girl. Murmuring in her ear, his eyes never left the dwarven woman. Nodding, the frightened girl backed away, ushering the others away with her, clearing the room.
"That's Father Zachariah Dollraema. You know this."
As he retitled himself, her fear shattered to be replace by rage. Memories flooded her mind again at the horrendous things this 'Father' had done to his 'daughters' and she glared, spitting venom with every word.
"You're nothing more than a filthy, cradle robbing pervert! I've met holier men in the back of taverns, drinking their sorrows away!" Her lip curled in disgust as the handsome man in front of her transformed before her eyes, his sins corrupting how she saw him.
Rage twisted his expression and his voice lowered dangerously.
"I will not tolerate such accusations in my house, do you understand? You disrupted this place of peace once, I will not tolerate it again. Is that understood!?" The last words boomed in the entryway, reverberating off the stone, a frightened squeak coming from the room behind him. He strode towards her as he spoke, now no more than two feet from her, towering above her. She glared up at him, pinning him with the same disgusting look she'd pinned on many a creature for it's vile ways.
"This is not a place of peace. It is a place of perversion and control. Of slavery and submissiveness. This house should burn to the ground, your bones within! Let it be your pyre, shall you be properly condemned to the death you deserve!" Suddenly, she drew the axe at her hip, hefting it easily. She didn't use a weapon often, but she'd gladly and willingly cut this beat of a man down. She leveled the axe at him, eyes narrowed. "I know the things you've done. I've heard the screams, the cries. I've seen the looks the next day." She advanced on him, poking him in the center of the chest with the blunt top of the axe. "How young do you like them Zachariah?! Hh!? Is that why you throw us in the Catacombs!? So you can have your fun in peace!?" She was yelling, her words roaring through the shack, the girls in the next room starting to scream.
But he just smiled. Smiled that sick, twisted smile at her. Opening his arms, he dared her.
"Swing Dollaema. Swing like you swung that candelabra. Spill my blood in front of my girls, show them how cruel the world is."
That stopped her in her tracks. She peered around him, seeing the frightened women, girls, children. All females. All sheltered. She remembered how it was to see through those eyes. The man she was threatening wasn't someone they hated, but loved. The only man they had ever loved, and ever believed would love them. She narrowed her eyes at him, pulling back, tucking her axe away into her belt.
"I will tear everything you have here apart Zachariah. But not this way." She turned to leave, making the tragic mistake of turning her back to a man she didn't trust.
In a heartbeat everything went black.
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Dollraema awoke slowly, her head pounding. Blinking several times, she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She was laying on her side in the...dirt? Moving to pick herself up, she stopped her breath catching in her chest.
She couldn't move.
Her arms were bound behind her, her legs tied together. She was fully armored still but stripped of her weapons.
"Ah..you're awake." The voice sent a chill down her spine and Zachariah came into view, grinning like the devil. He squatted in front of her, tilting his head as though studying an animal. "I thought you could use a reminder....a lesson from the past if you will." He stood, gesturing about them. They were in the catacombs beneath the Cathedral, the very back corner that he used to 'teach lessons'. Panic flared in her chest and she started to struggle. He reached over, a smartly placed hand on her throat, fingers pressing into her windpipe. Cutting off her air, she struggled harder and he pressed harder, using simplicity to control her. She finally stopped struggling, her vision darkening, and he lessened. As though to show his authority, he kept his fingers over her throat, only lessening the grip enough to let enough air in to allow her life, but not enough to draw a lungful. This control over her panicked her more and her eyes widened but a look from him stopped her from moving, from even using any extra breath to scream or shout.
Satisfied she was silenced and stilled, he stayed there, controlling her breath, and smiled as he spoke.
"Now, where was I? Ah yes, a lesson. I believe the world outside has tainted your mind and soul. I think you need to reconnect with your kin." At the use of the word a stricken look crossed her face that made no sense to him. "Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. I'll leave you to contemplate that, yes?" With that, he started to stand but she lashed out, her rage overtaking her. Animalistic in her anger, she lashed out with her teeth, sinking them into the flesh of his leg. With a shout he kicked her away and she found out the hard way the main wore solid boots under his robes. With a cry, her head snapped back, the world darkening again as blood trickled from a busted lip. His own rage slipping as she slipped from consciousness , she barely heard him mutter..."stupid whore" before the world faded to black.....
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Screaming woke her up. Screaming echoing. Who was screaming? Why were they screaming?
She was screaming, blood trickling from the side of her mouth. She was screaming in pure rage, pure terror, pure agony of the soul. She was screaming profanities at Zachariah. She was screaming apologies and begging for forgiveness. She was screaming for help. She was screaming simply to drown out the silence of the dead.
But the screaming didn't help. It never did. No one ever heard her in this corner of Hell, no one ever came to rescue her.
She screamed for hours. She screamed until her throat tore and blood poured. Then she choked only to whimper in the dark. At the imaginary sound of something stirring in the dark, the dead coming to claim her, she'd start to scream again.
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"Dollraema?" A soft, quiet voice cut through the darkness. She'd screamed herself to sleep and awoke with a start, going to scream but she choked and whimpered in pain. Her face hurt, her throat hurt, her body hurt, her soul hurt. There was a soft light now in the darkness. A woman dressed as the others with a ball of light on her palm was kneeling in front of her.
"Do you remember me?" The dwarf studied the night elf's face, searching. A small memory tried to push through, but she couldn't catch it. Her mind was in pieces. Smiling softly, the woman patted her on the top of the head like a child. This woman was older than her, significantly. Almot motherly. "Tis alright child...I've come to hel you. Will you let me?" Doll nodded slowly, lying very still as the woman worked her bindings loose.
As she struggled to sit up the woman produced a canteen of water and a cloak. "Here, take these." She put a single finger under the dwarf's chin, raising her gaze to her own. "Go home Dollraema. Go home and sleep." She smiled, kissing her softly on the forehead. Too weak and pained to flinch away, she took the sign of affection with confusion.
"Rest yourself dear, and come back one day. Yes? Come back with a plan, a plan of enlightenment, and we shall free the souls of the innocent, aye?"
Dollraema blinked at this strange woman in confusion but nodded slowly. The woman smiled and nodded back before disappearing into the darkness, a softly whispered, "Good luck" Before she disappeared.
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((This is a little story I did that Doll went through today. Hope you enjoyed!!))
"To face one's Hell to rid oneself of nightmares...I wonder if it works?"
Sliding out of bed, she went about preparing for the day. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she combed and braided her hair over her shoulder, humming a soft lullaby to herself that she'd found catchy. Dressing in first leathers, then plate, she buckled her belt about her waist, checking to ensure the pouches she wanted were present. Thudding down the stairs, she paused a moment to have a quick biscuit and a word with Lillian about her belongings being up in the room still.
Satisfied that she had taken care of everything, she whistled for her gryphon and was off to the city.
---------------------------------------------------------------
The dwarven woman circled Cathedral Square several times before landing outside the city, on the far side. Working her way slowly, she took her time crossing Stormwind to her destination. She paused here and chattered or stopped there to smell a flower, relishing every positive sight, smell, or sound that she could. Finally, she could linger no longer and stood in front of the massive Cathedral, her stomach knotting and unknotting. Was this where she began this journey? Something didn't quite feel right...
It was then she saw one of her old sisters exiting the Cathedral. Raising a brow, she knew where she had to go first. Following the plainly dressed woman at a distance, Doll observed her. Her expression was drawn tight, her hair cropped short in an unattractive, yet absolutely clean cut manner. The gown she wore was plain, the material rough but no one but the poor soul that wore it would know, hiding anything that could be considered beautiful. Doll vaguely recognized her and assumed she was her own age. Knowing that, she was dismayed to see the lack of life in her eyes as she kep them downcast, only raising her gaze to apologize if she ran into someone during her walk.
Dollraema followed her, at a distance, to a house that sat in the back of Cathedral Square. The home was smaller than any of the others in the luxurious district, but no less fine. Old money had built the home and cradled it through the ages. The woman went inside a door that had been opened by another woman looking very similar. Doll paused, standing in the shade of the shop across the way, studying the place for several moments, almost half an hour.
Deciding she couldn't put it off any longer, she went to the door and rather than knock, shoved it open, knowing two things -- 1. It was unlocked. Few homes in this district were locked due to the 'righteousness' of the owners and 2. They'd have never let her in if she hadn't...
"Oi! You can't just come barging--Oh my! Zachariah! Zachariah!" The girl she'd followed had been in the front room and fled, screaming for the Master of the Household. Doll looked around the room, her pleasant expression now blank as memories played havoc across her mind. Despite the luxury of the outside, the interior was bland. Blank. Cold. The polished stone from the outside was rough inside. Rough walls, rough bare floors that would become icy in the winter. There were a few benches pressed to the walls, but they were hard and uncushioned. Comfort did not exist inside these walls.
The girls in the room flinched and shied away, terrified of this strange woman bursting their piece of the world. Suddenly, Doll spun, staring around a circle at the congregation and she started yelling, pointing at the door.
"There's a whole world out there! Go! Go look at it! Go read a book! Go fix your GODDAMN HAIR!" She was roaring, ranting like a mad woman about the world and all it's beauty. The sheltered, frightened girls just stared wide eyed at her as she raged and finally a large man stepped through.
Tall and lean, Zachariah was the sort of man women often swooned for. Strikingly handsome with a confidence about him that was unshattered, he was dressed in robes like a priest, the material much finer than that of the gowns the women wore.
"Dollraema." At the sound of his voice, her back to the doorway at this point, she froze, her blood going to ice in her veins. Turning slowly, she leveled her gaze upon him, unable to breath for the sudden fear that choked her, weakening her. His gaze was penetrating, like he could see straight to her soul. Swallowing, his name a whisper on her lips.
"Zachariah.."
He tsked her, striding closer, calmly holding a hand out to the nearest terrified girl. Murmuring in her ear, his eyes never left the dwarven woman. Nodding, the frightened girl backed away, ushering the others away with her, clearing the room.
"That's Father Zachariah Dollraema. You know this."
As he retitled himself, her fear shattered to be replace by rage. Memories flooded her mind again at the horrendous things this 'Father' had done to his 'daughters' and she glared, spitting venom with every word.
"You're nothing more than a filthy, cradle robbing pervert! I've met holier men in the back of taverns, drinking their sorrows away!" Her lip curled in disgust as the handsome man in front of her transformed before her eyes, his sins corrupting how she saw him.
Rage twisted his expression and his voice lowered dangerously.
"I will not tolerate such accusations in my house, do you understand? You disrupted this place of peace once, I will not tolerate it again. Is that understood!?" The last words boomed in the entryway, reverberating off the stone, a frightened squeak coming from the room behind him. He strode towards her as he spoke, now no more than two feet from her, towering above her. She glared up at him, pinning him with the same disgusting look she'd pinned on many a creature for it's vile ways.
"This is not a place of peace. It is a place of perversion and control. Of slavery and submissiveness. This house should burn to the ground, your bones within! Let it be your pyre, shall you be properly condemned to the death you deserve!" Suddenly, she drew the axe at her hip, hefting it easily. She didn't use a weapon often, but she'd gladly and willingly cut this beat of a man down. She leveled the axe at him, eyes narrowed. "I know the things you've done. I've heard the screams, the cries. I've seen the looks the next day." She advanced on him, poking him in the center of the chest with the blunt top of the axe. "How young do you like them Zachariah?! Hh!? Is that why you throw us in the Catacombs!? So you can have your fun in peace!?" She was yelling, her words roaring through the shack, the girls in the next room starting to scream.
But he just smiled. Smiled that sick, twisted smile at her. Opening his arms, he dared her.
"Swing Dollaema. Swing like you swung that candelabra. Spill my blood in front of my girls, show them how cruel the world is."
That stopped her in her tracks. She peered around him, seeing the frightened women, girls, children. All females. All sheltered. She remembered how it was to see through those eyes. The man she was threatening wasn't someone they hated, but loved. The only man they had ever loved, and ever believed would love them. She narrowed her eyes at him, pulling back, tucking her axe away into her belt.
"I will tear everything you have here apart Zachariah. But not this way." She turned to leave, making the tragic mistake of turning her back to a man she didn't trust.
In a heartbeat everything went black.
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Dollraema awoke slowly, her head pounding. Blinking several times, she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She was laying on her side in the...dirt? Moving to pick herself up, she stopped her breath catching in her chest.
She couldn't move.
Her arms were bound behind her, her legs tied together. She was fully armored still but stripped of her weapons.
"Ah..you're awake." The voice sent a chill down her spine and Zachariah came into view, grinning like the devil. He squatted in front of her, tilting his head as though studying an animal. "I thought you could use a reminder....a lesson from the past if you will." He stood, gesturing about them. They were in the catacombs beneath the Cathedral, the very back corner that he used to 'teach lessons'. Panic flared in her chest and she started to struggle. He reached over, a smartly placed hand on her throat, fingers pressing into her windpipe. Cutting off her air, she struggled harder and he pressed harder, using simplicity to control her. She finally stopped struggling, her vision darkening, and he lessened. As though to show his authority, he kept his fingers over her throat, only lessening the grip enough to let enough air in to allow her life, but not enough to draw a lungful. This control over her panicked her more and her eyes widened but a look from him stopped her from moving, from even using any extra breath to scream or shout.
Satisfied she was silenced and stilled, he stayed there, controlling her breath, and smiled as he spoke.
"Now, where was I? Ah yes, a lesson. I believe the world outside has tainted your mind and soul. I think you need to reconnect with your kin." At the use of the word a stricken look crossed her face that made no sense to him. "Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. I'll leave you to contemplate that, yes?" With that, he started to stand but she lashed out, her rage overtaking her. Animalistic in her anger, she lashed out with her teeth, sinking them into the flesh of his leg. With a shout he kicked her away and she found out the hard way the main wore solid boots under his robes. With a cry, her head snapped back, the world darkening again as blood trickled from a busted lip. His own rage slipping as she slipped from consciousness , she barely heard him mutter..."stupid whore" before the world faded to black.....
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Screaming woke her up. Screaming echoing. Who was screaming? Why were they screaming?
She was screaming, blood trickling from the side of her mouth. She was screaming in pure rage, pure terror, pure agony of the soul. She was screaming profanities at Zachariah. She was screaming apologies and begging for forgiveness. She was screaming for help. She was screaming simply to drown out the silence of the dead.
But the screaming didn't help. It never did. No one ever heard her in this corner of Hell, no one ever came to rescue her.
She screamed for hours. She screamed until her throat tore and blood poured. Then she choked only to whimper in the dark. At the imaginary sound of something stirring in the dark, the dead coming to claim her, she'd start to scream again.
---------------------------------------------------
"Dollraema?" A soft, quiet voice cut through the darkness. She'd screamed herself to sleep and awoke with a start, going to scream but she choked and whimpered in pain. Her face hurt, her throat hurt, her body hurt, her soul hurt. There was a soft light now in the darkness. A woman dressed as the others with a ball of light on her palm was kneeling in front of her.
"Do you remember me?" The dwarf studied the night elf's face, searching. A small memory tried to push through, but she couldn't catch it. Her mind was in pieces. Smiling softly, the woman patted her on the top of the head like a child. This woman was older than her, significantly. Almot motherly. "Tis alright child...I've come to hel you. Will you let me?" Doll nodded slowly, lying very still as the woman worked her bindings loose.
As she struggled to sit up the woman produced a canteen of water and a cloak. "Here, take these." She put a single finger under the dwarf's chin, raising her gaze to her own. "Go home Dollraema. Go home and sleep." She smiled, kissing her softly on the forehead. Too weak and pained to flinch away, she took the sign of affection with confusion.
"Rest yourself dear, and come back one day. Yes? Come back with a plan, a plan of enlightenment, and we shall free the souls of the innocent, aye?"
Dollraema blinked at this strange woman in confusion but nodded slowly. The woman smiled and nodded back before disappearing into the darkness, a softly whispered, "Good luck" Before she disappeared.
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((This is a little story I did that Doll went through today. Hope you enjoyed!!))
in the process of getting it all done now. so feel free to whispers me if you have any questions or use my battletag Embershade#1485