Post by Xardria on Jan 14, 2015 21:14:42 GMT -6
"My history..? Please, that's not so interesting..." Danielle says while sipping at her canteen around a fire, she had been travelling with these other three mercenaries for days and they finally got curious. The night elf male, sharpening his blade to a gleaming edge chortles, "Aw, come on sugar queen, you gotta have somethin' neat to say, what with the book an' all." Danielle gives the man a brief glare, clearing her throat, "Alright boys, you want a life story? Sit tight then, I think I've got what you're looking for... *ahem* let’s see, I had a very exciting childhood..."
//fade\\
Danielle wakes up in the pile of hay she chose to crash on the previous night, after hard work with the silver hand troops moving around Azeroth. "Danielle! Attention!" The voice is loud and commanding, that of her father, it makes her snap to attention and salute. The man would be a well-armed knight, in a glorious silver plate with salt and pepper hair. He looks at her a moment as a drill instructor often does for their troops, but quickly melts to a smile and gets down to a knee, "Come here little one." Danielle smiles and rushes into her papa's arms, but notices the troops moving behind her father at the same moment, "Papa, are we leaving again?" The man lets out a deep sigh as he hands, symptoms of both age and hard truth, "Aye little one, horde's moving around, we gotta keep up with 'em unfortunately." Danielle kicks a rock away lightly, lips pouting, "I don't wanna! I just started to like it here!" The man chuckles at his little girl, "Come on princess, I bet this means you'll like the next place eeeeven better." Danielle still pouted but went about her normal moving routine, getting her backpack, making sure both teddy AND molly were inside of it. She had to remember the most important thing however, a small silver-scarlet pendant, the only thing she ever knew of her mother. Traveling with the Silver Hand forces was always an interesting experience. The knights and regular forces of the Hand were kind folk, usually willing to help her along. She used to ride side-saddle with her father towards the middle of the forces, but with his recent promotion, he was placed towards the vanguard. Instead of risking his daughter's safety, her father had found a horse just for Danielle, named Olive.
//fade\\
The elf sharpening his dagger sticks it into the log him and another human were seated on, looking at Danielle, "D'ya know what happene' with ya motha?" Danielle pauses the story to look at the fire, "I... I don't still, all I know is I was told she was a crusader like my father but, she died from child birth... I don't ask questions." Danielle looks up with a gleam in her eye that makes the other mercenaries go quiet. "Anyways, I did travel a lot with the crusade, boring stuff mostly, I was a bit of a squire to my father in some ways, it was helpful and what can I say, old man was all I had..."
//fade\\
The Silver Hand caravan trotted along the road path for what felt like ages to Danielle. After two days of fair-weather travel, the knights begin to set up camp once more. This could only mean one of two things, new orders from Lord Uther, or the enemy has been spotted. Danielle was forbidden by her father to go most places around the camp, generally choosing to stay in her own tent, or going out to the horses. It was high noon when camp was set, now the sun is dutifully setting in the distance, Danielle is giving the horses feed the returning to her tent, when the horns sound. The camp ignites with activity, men springing from tents in full arms and armor, paladins scrambling around the area. Danielle freezes for a moment, her memory draws what this particular horn meant, it meant the horde is attacking. Her father had told her once “Danni, if the horde ever get near this place, go find ser merrin.” So she ran, as fast as her child legs could take her to the tent of her uncle Merrin. Merrin was not a knight, but a well-respected soldier none the less with the troops. He was standing with sword and shield brandished at the ready when Danielle comes to him. “Uncle! Uncle! What do we do?!?” Merrin looks down at Danielle and seems to have a sudden realization dawn on him, “Follow me closely little rabbit, keep in touch distance of me.” Danielle nods quickly, Merrin begins towards a tree line away from the camp, and away from the horde hopefully.
//fade\\
The man the group had posted as a watchman is even evidently listening to Danielle’s story, the woods all seem to listen in the dead silence as she recounts the tale. She sighs and pulls a silver hand medallion from her satchel and holds it in both hands, looking at it longingly. The crackling of the fire is the only sound as most realize what had happened, but she continues regardless.
//fade\\
The night passed with Danielle and her uncle in the woods, no fire, no beds, almost no sleep of any kind. There would be no knowing how the battle went until they returned. Merrin waits until noon then stands, “Come along little one… Let’s go see.” Danielle nods, her stomach and heart sink with fear, but she still remained hopeful of the victory. The two approached the camp and saw it was still intact, smoke still rose from several burned huts, bodies very clearly littered some areas of the camp. Danielle gasps and covers her mouth. Against her better judgement, she sprints to the camp, Merrin calls out, “Danielle! Wait!” But she doesn’t listen. One of the guards sees her and seems to look away, not wanting to make eye contact with the girl. She frantically ran through the semi-ruined camp, shouting “Papa!” Danielle found her father, the noble Ser Silverthorne, Paladin knight of the silver hand. He was hunched over an orc’s corpse, still gripping his blade which was sunk directly into the orc’s chest. Danielle covered her mouth as she saw the true horror. Her father’s armor was covered in blood, three arrows marred the usually perfect silver set. Blood still dripped very slowly from his throat, Danielle froze, her heart beated slower than almost possible, she sunk to her knees as tears welled up in her eyes. She heard her father’s voice in the back of her head “One day, I won’t be there anymore Danni, when that day comes, I know you’ll make me proud.” The voice made her begin to sob. Loudly. A knight named Ser Bryant, a good friend of her father’s came over and placed a hand on her shoulder, she looked up at him with red puffed eyes, “W-Why?” The man forms a frown and lets out a deep sigh, “A question that’s been asked since people have fought.” He got down to a knee, still resting a hand on her shoulder, “He… Saved me, during the battle… Your father is a hero Danni, never forget that. His name will not be forgotten.” Danielle sniffles and cries more, she reaches towards him, for a moment disbelieving what she saw still, but it was all still so real. Danielle closed her eyes and looked down, “I won’t let him be.” She reaches towards the still body, feeling for the silver hand crest he carried at all times to mark his service. The pendant comes off with ease and she holds it in her hands, a bit of blood still stained it’s perfect surface.
//fade\\
The elf seemed blown away by the story, “I, ahh…. We should all get some rest, eh?” The human and watchman seemed to grumble in agreement. Danielle holds the medallion a few moments longer before she puts it back into her satchel, “Aye, we should. Got a village to rescue and all.” She tries for a pleasant smile, but neither of the other three seem too believing after the story they just heard.
//fade\\
Danielle wakes up in the pile of hay she chose to crash on the previous night, after hard work with the silver hand troops moving around Azeroth. "Danielle! Attention!" The voice is loud and commanding, that of her father, it makes her snap to attention and salute. The man would be a well-armed knight, in a glorious silver plate with salt and pepper hair. He looks at her a moment as a drill instructor often does for their troops, but quickly melts to a smile and gets down to a knee, "Come here little one." Danielle smiles and rushes into her papa's arms, but notices the troops moving behind her father at the same moment, "Papa, are we leaving again?" The man lets out a deep sigh as he hands, symptoms of both age and hard truth, "Aye little one, horde's moving around, we gotta keep up with 'em unfortunately." Danielle kicks a rock away lightly, lips pouting, "I don't wanna! I just started to like it here!" The man chuckles at his little girl, "Come on princess, I bet this means you'll like the next place eeeeven better." Danielle still pouted but went about her normal moving routine, getting her backpack, making sure both teddy AND molly were inside of it. She had to remember the most important thing however, a small silver-scarlet pendant, the only thing she ever knew of her mother. Traveling with the Silver Hand forces was always an interesting experience. The knights and regular forces of the Hand were kind folk, usually willing to help her along. She used to ride side-saddle with her father towards the middle of the forces, but with his recent promotion, he was placed towards the vanguard. Instead of risking his daughter's safety, her father had found a horse just for Danielle, named Olive.
//fade\\
The elf sharpening his dagger sticks it into the log him and another human were seated on, looking at Danielle, "D'ya know what happene' with ya motha?" Danielle pauses the story to look at the fire, "I... I don't still, all I know is I was told she was a crusader like my father but, she died from child birth... I don't ask questions." Danielle looks up with a gleam in her eye that makes the other mercenaries go quiet. "Anyways, I did travel a lot with the crusade, boring stuff mostly, I was a bit of a squire to my father in some ways, it was helpful and what can I say, old man was all I had..."
//fade\\
The Silver Hand caravan trotted along the road path for what felt like ages to Danielle. After two days of fair-weather travel, the knights begin to set up camp once more. This could only mean one of two things, new orders from Lord Uther, or the enemy has been spotted. Danielle was forbidden by her father to go most places around the camp, generally choosing to stay in her own tent, or going out to the horses. It was high noon when camp was set, now the sun is dutifully setting in the distance, Danielle is giving the horses feed the returning to her tent, when the horns sound. The camp ignites with activity, men springing from tents in full arms and armor, paladins scrambling around the area. Danielle freezes for a moment, her memory draws what this particular horn meant, it meant the horde is attacking. Her father had told her once “Danni, if the horde ever get near this place, go find ser merrin.” So she ran, as fast as her child legs could take her to the tent of her uncle Merrin. Merrin was not a knight, but a well-respected soldier none the less with the troops. He was standing with sword and shield brandished at the ready when Danielle comes to him. “Uncle! Uncle! What do we do?!?” Merrin looks down at Danielle and seems to have a sudden realization dawn on him, “Follow me closely little rabbit, keep in touch distance of me.” Danielle nods quickly, Merrin begins towards a tree line away from the camp, and away from the horde hopefully.
//fade\\
The man the group had posted as a watchman is even evidently listening to Danielle’s story, the woods all seem to listen in the dead silence as she recounts the tale. She sighs and pulls a silver hand medallion from her satchel and holds it in both hands, looking at it longingly. The crackling of the fire is the only sound as most realize what had happened, but she continues regardless.
//fade\\
The night passed with Danielle and her uncle in the woods, no fire, no beds, almost no sleep of any kind. There would be no knowing how the battle went until they returned. Merrin waits until noon then stands, “Come along little one… Let’s go see.” Danielle nods, her stomach and heart sink with fear, but she still remained hopeful of the victory. The two approached the camp and saw it was still intact, smoke still rose from several burned huts, bodies very clearly littered some areas of the camp. Danielle gasps and covers her mouth. Against her better judgement, she sprints to the camp, Merrin calls out, “Danielle! Wait!” But she doesn’t listen. One of the guards sees her and seems to look away, not wanting to make eye contact with the girl. She frantically ran through the semi-ruined camp, shouting “Papa!” Danielle found her father, the noble Ser Silverthorne, Paladin knight of the silver hand. He was hunched over an orc’s corpse, still gripping his blade which was sunk directly into the orc’s chest. Danielle covered her mouth as she saw the true horror. Her father’s armor was covered in blood, three arrows marred the usually perfect silver set. Blood still dripped very slowly from his throat, Danielle froze, her heart beated slower than almost possible, she sunk to her knees as tears welled up in her eyes. She heard her father’s voice in the back of her head “One day, I won’t be there anymore Danni, when that day comes, I know you’ll make me proud.” The voice made her begin to sob. Loudly. A knight named Ser Bryant, a good friend of her father’s came over and placed a hand on her shoulder, she looked up at him with red puffed eyes, “W-Why?” The man forms a frown and lets out a deep sigh, “A question that’s been asked since people have fought.” He got down to a knee, still resting a hand on her shoulder, “He… Saved me, during the battle… Your father is a hero Danni, never forget that. His name will not be forgotten.” Danielle sniffles and cries more, she reaches towards him, for a moment disbelieving what she saw still, but it was all still so real. Danielle closed her eyes and looked down, “I won’t let him be.” She reaches towards the still body, feeling for the silver hand crest he carried at all times to mark his service. The pendant comes off with ease and she holds it in her hands, a bit of blood still stained it’s perfect surface.
//fade\\
The elf seemed blown away by the story, “I, ahh…. We should all get some rest, eh?” The human and watchman seemed to grumble in agreement. Danielle holds the medallion a few moments longer before she puts it back into her satchel, “Aye, we should. Got a village to rescue and all.” She tries for a pleasant smile, but neither of the other three seem too believing after the story they just heard.