A breeze drifts through the deserted wastelands of Desolace, as a lone figure stands up and sighs. Glancing along the path towards Feralas, Tsunake sighs, for she has heard the stories of what has happened.
Sighing once more, Tsunake places a large stone from her bags on the ground before her. There are several stones, with names on them. A large boulder stands out, with two words carved on the front, from what appears to be a dagger. On the return, is a message.
Here lies my friends, the Disciples of the Plague. Self named the 'Plagued Disciples,' they were of a rare folk. Kind to friend and foe, full of honor, and above all, trusting. They ventured into the dark portal as a leap of faith, hoping for new lands. Nobody has heard from them since, thus, I have taken the task upon myself to let others know of them, and to remind myself of how we met.
The skeleton-like figure's yellow eyes tear up for a moment, then Tsunake drifts into a dream of memory.
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Tsune glanced at the Warsong camp, awaiting her target. Her elven ears pick up the sounds of a wolf, a spirited wolf, due to its light step. Smiling, Tsune gets into position, her daggers ready for the strike on her 'friend' Glorte....
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Confused, Tsune looks at Risen, who just hugged her outside of Brill. This Forsaken mage has just huged a night elf, and he seems to be offering her something. Glancing, she sees a potion, with the scent of briarthorn and a few herbs she doesn't recognize.
Tsune shrugs, and takes the offered drink, and downs it. The world fades into a black haze, and she faints.
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"One of us! One of us! She'll be one of us!" a raspy voice cheers.
"Risen, what have you done to Tsune? Shes dead now! Its your fault! Why did you needlessly kill her?" a voice resonants in return. A familiar voice.
[I know these voices.. but why is it that I can understand them? They sound like.. my horde friends. I can understand them though.. I feel weak.. too weak.. whats wrong with me...?]
"I made her like us! She'll be forsaken, like me, like others. She can be happy with us!" the first voice replies."
[Forsaken? Dead? Whats going on? Ow...]
Tsune contines to drift in and out of consciousness for a few weeks, with pain always knocking her back into the black haze of sleep.
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Tsune opens her eyes and sees Risen's face.
"Where.. where am I?" she lightly rasps.
"You are here! You are in Brill, yes yes, you are in Brill and you are one of us!" Risen cheers.
"Risen! I can understand you! What happened?" Tsune looks down at herself and screams, for all she sees is her tattered clothes and bones sticking out here and there.
A large Tauren walks in and places his shield down by the door. He walks over and picks Tsune up and comforts her.
"There there now, its all okay now. Here is what happened. Risen, not really thinking, gave you the plagued of undeath, and caused you to die and ressurrect as what he is, a member of the Forsaken. I am sorry, but I don't think the night elves will readily accept you back. You are welcome to stay with us, if you wish. My guild shall protect you at all times. It is our fault you came here, so it is our responsibility to make sure you can get back on your feet. Now, are you able to stand?" the bovine looks at Tsune gently, and wipes away the last of her tears.
"I.. I can try. I.. I am Tsune, a rogu-" Tsune starts, but gets interrupted by the large Tauren.
"To be safe, you need to pick a new name. I don't want to ruin your reputation. I have ordered Risen to obtain a potion to bring you back to your full vitals as a night elf once more, but until then, you shall be known as another name. Nake, how does that sound?"
"Nake.. Nake," Tsune rolls the name on her tongue a few times, and shakes her head. "No, it doesn't have a good ring to it. I still insist on using my name.. Tsune is just fine for me. Few knew the name before, so there is no harm in using it.
"Tsune and Nake, those are good names Tank. However, why not give her both? Give her name and the name of your creation. Tsunake. This shall be your name, and if you choose another, I will still call you Tsunake, " A newcomer interjects as he walks into the room, his large tusks sparkling from the lighted candle. "Besides, I still remember fighting you, and you are tough as nails. Tank, you should know that she never gives up. She is Tsune, after all. Didn't she take all of us down a few times?"
"You are right, Glorte," The tauren replies. "We should help her and let her keep as much of herself as possible. Tsunake sounds like a nice name. Do you like it, Tsunake?"
"Sue.. nah.. kay. Yes, I suppose I'll listen.. that name sounds good.. my head.. it hurts.. Glorte.. I know that name.. and yours, " Tsune points at the tauren. "Tank, right? Risen, and others... we fought for fun a lot.."
Tsune faints, and later wakens to live her life out as a Forsaken Rogue.
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The boulder ends its message, and now the rogue is nowhere to be seen. On the ground, a wet spot can be seen where tears fell.
The winds blow, and dust lightly covers the area. As the sun sets into the western sea, a snake climbs off of a small rock and returns to its burrow.
Tsune faints, and later wakens to live her life out as a Forsaken Rogue.
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The boulder ends its message, and now the rogue is nowhere to be seen. On the ground, a wet spot can be seen where tears fell.
The winds blow, and dust lightly covers the area. As the sun sets into the western sea, a snake climbs off of a small rock and returns to its burrow.
(( Goodbye to my former guildmates from Kirin Tor who migrated here. I hope you have fun on Farstriders. ))
