Dyerseve
09-13-2006, 04:31 AM
"You are next on the list peasant"
Dyerseve was praying that his master would give him the right words to say. He had neglected his duty to his master because it was unpleasant. How can one look at his own people and say the things he was going to say. Yes, it was tough saying what he said to the Horde (the Horde were still sentient beings) but to the group that gave him birth and protected him while he was young! He can still remember being told that he was given to the Church of the Light for his well being. His parents, that he never knew, sacrificed their own wants and protected his needs. Dyerseve wonder if he would ever get to know his parents. It was a natural urge to find ones origins. One’s origin calls out like water calls out to a person in the desert. However, Dyerseve had given up on this urge that binds all beings. There was no place Dyerseve could call his home. Yes, he had befriended a guild called the Peacekeepers; yet, he could not have a home. He was bound to his master and he dare not refuse what his master called him to do. In his mind, his master was all that was worth serving. It was strange that his master took interest in Azeroth while the Titans seemed to take no interest in Azeroth at all. He wondered if his master was part of this group of Titans that no one has ever seen..... well, at least not seen by Dyerseve. For all that Dyerseve cared, his master was all that stood between the chaotic forces that would tear Azeroth apart.
*I do this for my master and for the good of the group.*
The guard shoved Dyerseve forward. Dyerseve looks around at the guard. The guard’s eyes grew impatient. "The Lady Katrana Prestor and the nobles do not have all day. If it wasn't for the trinket that you gave to the nobles you would be kicked to the side worm...... move peon there is other people waiting!"
Dyerseve moved forward in the audience chamber. He could see a handful of nobles that appear only to be there because they had to be. In the near center of the chamber was Lady Katrana Prestor. King Anduin Wrynn was not present in the chamber. Neither was Highlord Bovar. Dyerseve was please that neither of them was there. The room gave off an aura of plots that were design to be distractions and plots design to kill.
"Ah it is Dyerseve. I have heard of your exploits."
With his face that held not expression and his voice with no life, Dyerseve replies, "I am sure you will entertain your audience with what you heard. I am sure it should be no trouble with your excellent memory Lady Prestor
"You know your own exploits Dyerseve..... no need to be prideful."
"I am surprise that you would not take the time to praise someone you consider of worth. It was you that said you heard of my exploits. I was merely wondering what they would be."
"Worth? Dyerseve you may be a local hero to a town in the Alliance but you are no Lothar or Uther. You are nothing but a peasant. Of course you probably think we should listen to you prattle on all day." Each of her words dripped with venom. At hearing this, the nobles laughed and mocked Dyerseve.
“Come save me hero!” “Azeroth would be doomed without an hero such as Dyerseve.” “Uh no a little bunny is biting at my heels where can I find a hero such as Dyerseve.”
"I am no hero." Dyerseve paused for a second.
*You are not here to play word games with the nobles. You are here to serve me.*
"My master has sent me to give you a message."
"A message? Don't think your trinket was worth that much. You have already wasted enough of my time." Katrana growled, “Hurry up… maybe what you say will be as entertaining as last time.”
"My master’s hand is heavily pressed down upon me. He squeezes me and I speak. He pushes me and I go. I have delayed this meeting and I am put to shame because of it. He brings this message: You foolish nobles. Why do grieve the lands of Azeroth? Do you think that highly of yourselves? Are you not blind! You sit here all day wondering why the Horde attacks Alliance land while lining your pockets with gold! Instead of fortifying cities with walls you fortified them with dead bodies. Prestor you are letting Lakeshire be destroyed for you own greed and dark purpose. Nobles, what defensive measures have you taken to preserve the city of Southshore? Why do you stroll the road in Southshore and say what a beautiful town it is? Southshore lies in ruins and you visit it for your tax money! Do you have any concern for the city of Duskwood? You must share a common relation to the one they call Stitches! For both you and the abomination are sew together from the same thread! You suck the Alliance dry and you return nothing. You bunch of parasites.
You profit off the business run in the inns. You exploit the bodies for your own pockets. You lie to yourselves and say it is good for business! Why do you sit here and let Goldshire rot in it own decay. You have turn honest people into people who are out to rape and murder! Do you nobles have any good in you! I would rather jump into Un'Goro crater than listen to the wind that spews forth from your mouth. You are black cauldrons. You are like the plague to the north devouring our lands! At least the undead don't hide behind clever words and clever schemes. You sit here hatching your plans. You turn on yourself like a bunch of starving lions who don't have enough food. At least they do it for what they need! Turn from your dark ways and spare Azeroth.
Oh citizens of the Alliance do not follow the ways of the nobles and walk a different path. Stop lying in the noble’s cesspool! You are the nobles little minions to do their bidding. You look to line your own pockets with your gold that has blood on it.
You walk by travelers in need. You lack love. Have you not needed or did you grow up like the nobles? My master will walk by you in your time of need! He will say who is this strange traveler that needs help? And as you were to concern with yourselves, he will be to concern for people that walk the right path and your cries for help will fall on deaf ears.
Oh why do you brawl the way you do? You see someone who is weaker and say I need to test my strength. When he says, "Sir I am no match for you please spare me this shame." You mock him giving him with your pool of spit. Then like an enrage ogre you fight him anyway. All the while calling him a coward. Yet, when someone who is slightly stronger than you calls to test his strength, you say, "I am no match for you please spare me this shame." Your hypocrisy runs through your veins and pours out through your actions. Turn from your dark ways and spare Azeroth.
And, you, followers of the light, I find your belief to be empty. You have no concern with your empty belief. You ignore your precept for your own pride. Can’t you follow something that you already stack in your favor? Like the nobles you lie to yourselves and say I follow the Light and I am doing good. You put the brawlers to shame for all you do all day is looking how to spill blood. In Azeroth's time of need you look out for yourself instead of the group! Your individuality will be the death of you. The Alliance screams for leaders but you say I am no leader. You lie to yourself. You are only concern about your individual freedom and do not want to be tied down with the needs of the group. Humble yourselves and take lesson from the Horde and concern yourselves with the group. Then your light will gain respect. Turn from your dark ways and spare Azeroth.
A storm is brewing and my messengers have been sent as a thorn in the proud races sides. If the races don't turn from their ways then a strong wind will blow and the shelter of the weak will collapse. People will turn on themselves and slay their own brother. And all that is holy will be destroyed. Know that the storm comes. What a dark time that will be. Seek shelter so that you do not get caught in the floodwaters. Turn from your dark ways so you do not get caught in the open and be swept away when the storm comes. Many will die and I do not take joy in death. Turn from your dark ways and spare Azeroth the suffering that is right now knocking on her door. I, Dikastis, do not wish the lands of Azeroth to be destroyed."
The few nobles burst out in outrage calling for Dyerseve's head. In the center, Katrana face was calm as if nothing happened at all.
"Dyerseve, what make you any different from the other prophet that have pronounced devastation? I say you are a mad man Dyerseve and you have no clue what you are talking about."
"Lady Prestor, maybe you should go speak with your good ol' friends in Lordaron and see how they feel about prophecy."
"You insult me for the last time Dyerseve. Guards!"
"Do you plan to kill me Lady Prestor?"
"No, escort him out of the keep. There will be no
blood shed in this chamber today."
The guards escorted Dyerseve to the street.
"Am I free to go?"
"No, we have some other place that you will visit today."
Dyerseve mutters a couple of words and walks away.
The guards stand there as if they have forgotten their orders as if clueless to Dyerseve's presence.
Dyerseve was praying that his master would give him the right words to say. He had neglected his duty to his master because it was unpleasant. How can one look at his own people and say the things he was going to say. Yes, it was tough saying what he said to the Horde (the Horde were still sentient beings) but to the group that gave him birth and protected him while he was young! He can still remember being told that he was given to the Church of the Light for his well being. His parents, that he never knew, sacrificed their own wants and protected his needs. Dyerseve wonder if he would ever get to know his parents. It was a natural urge to find ones origins. One’s origin calls out like water calls out to a person in the desert. However, Dyerseve had given up on this urge that binds all beings. There was no place Dyerseve could call his home. Yes, he had befriended a guild called the Peacekeepers; yet, he could not have a home. He was bound to his master and he dare not refuse what his master called him to do. In his mind, his master was all that was worth serving. It was strange that his master took interest in Azeroth while the Titans seemed to take no interest in Azeroth at all. He wondered if his master was part of this group of Titans that no one has ever seen..... well, at least not seen by Dyerseve. For all that Dyerseve cared, his master was all that stood between the chaotic forces that would tear Azeroth apart.
*I do this for my master and for the good of the group.*
The guard shoved Dyerseve forward. Dyerseve looks around at the guard. The guard’s eyes grew impatient. "The Lady Katrana Prestor and the nobles do not have all day. If it wasn't for the trinket that you gave to the nobles you would be kicked to the side worm...... move peon there is other people waiting!"
Dyerseve moved forward in the audience chamber. He could see a handful of nobles that appear only to be there because they had to be. In the near center of the chamber was Lady Katrana Prestor. King Anduin Wrynn was not present in the chamber. Neither was Highlord Bovar. Dyerseve was please that neither of them was there. The room gave off an aura of plots that were design to be distractions and plots design to kill.
"Ah it is Dyerseve. I have heard of your exploits."
With his face that held not expression and his voice with no life, Dyerseve replies, "I am sure you will entertain your audience with what you heard. I am sure it should be no trouble with your excellent memory Lady Prestor
"You know your own exploits Dyerseve..... no need to be prideful."
"I am surprise that you would not take the time to praise someone you consider of worth. It was you that said you heard of my exploits. I was merely wondering what they would be."
"Worth? Dyerseve you may be a local hero to a town in the Alliance but you are no Lothar or Uther. You are nothing but a peasant. Of course you probably think we should listen to you prattle on all day." Each of her words dripped with venom. At hearing this, the nobles laughed and mocked Dyerseve.
“Come save me hero!” “Azeroth would be doomed without an hero such as Dyerseve.” “Uh no a little bunny is biting at my heels where can I find a hero such as Dyerseve.”
"I am no hero." Dyerseve paused for a second.
*You are not here to play word games with the nobles. You are here to serve me.*
"My master has sent me to give you a message."
"A message? Don't think your trinket was worth that much. You have already wasted enough of my time." Katrana growled, “Hurry up… maybe what you say will be as entertaining as last time.”
"My master’s hand is heavily pressed down upon me. He squeezes me and I speak. He pushes me and I go. I have delayed this meeting and I am put to shame because of it. He brings this message: You foolish nobles. Why do grieve the lands of Azeroth? Do you think that highly of yourselves? Are you not blind! You sit here all day wondering why the Horde attacks Alliance land while lining your pockets with gold! Instead of fortifying cities with walls you fortified them with dead bodies. Prestor you are letting Lakeshire be destroyed for you own greed and dark purpose. Nobles, what defensive measures have you taken to preserve the city of Southshore? Why do you stroll the road in Southshore and say what a beautiful town it is? Southshore lies in ruins and you visit it for your tax money! Do you have any concern for the city of Duskwood? You must share a common relation to the one they call Stitches! For both you and the abomination are sew together from the same thread! You suck the Alliance dry and you return nothing. You bunch of parasites.
You profit off the business run in the inns. You exploit the bodies for your own pockets. You lie to yourselves and say it is good for business! Why do you sit here and let Goldshire rot in it own decay. You have turn honest people into people who are out to rape and murder! Do you nobles have any good in you! I would rather jump into Un'Goro crater than listen to the wind that spews forth from your mouth. You are black cauldrons. You are like the plague to the north devouring our lands! At least the undead don't hide behind clever words and clever schemes. You sit here hatching your plans. You turn on yourself like a bunch of starving lions who don't have enough food. At least they do it for what they need! Turn from your dark ways and spare Azeroth.
Oh citizens of the Alliance do not follow the ways of the nobles and walk a different path. Stop lying in the noble’s cesspool! You are the nobles little minions to do their bidding. You look to line your own pockets with your gold that has blood on it.
You walk by travelers in need. You lack love. Have you not needed or did you grow up like the nobles? My master will walk by you in your time of need! He will say who is this strange traveler that needs help? And as you were to concern with yourselves, he will be to concern for people that walk the right path and your cries for help will fall on deaf ears.
Oh why do you brawl the way you do? You see someone who is weaker and say I need to test my strength. When he says, "Sir I am no match for you please spare me this shame." You mock him giving him with your pool of spit. Then like an enrage ogre you fight him anyway. All the while calling him a coward. Yet, when someone who is slightly stronger than you calls to test his strength, you say, "I am no match for you please spare me this shame." Your hypocrisy runs through your veins and pours out through your actions. Turn from your dark ways and spare Azeroth.
And, you, followers of the light, I find your belief to be empty. You have no concern with your empty belief. You ignore your precept for your own pride. Can’t you follow something that you already stack in your favor? Like the nobles you lie to yourselves and say I follow the Light and I am doing good. You put the brawlers to shame for all you do all day is looking how to spill blood. In Azeroth's time of need you look out for yourself instead of the group! Your individuality will be the death of you. The Alliance screams for leaders but you say I am no leader. You lie to yourself. You are only concern about your individual freedom and do not want to be tied down with the needs of the group. Humble yourselves and take lesson from the Horde and concern yourselves with the group. Then your light will gain respect. Turn from your dark ways and spare Azeroth.
A storm is brewing and my messengers have been sent as a thorn in the proud races sides. If the races don't turn from their ways then a strong wind will blow and the shelter of the weak will collapse. People will turn on themselves and slay their own brother. And all that is holy will be destroyed. Know that the storm comes. What a dark time that will be. Seek shelter so that you do not get caught in the floodwaters. Turn from your dark ways so you do not get caught in the open and be swept away when the storm comes. Many will die and I do not take joy in death. Turn from your dark ways and spare Azeroth the suffering that is right now knocking on her door. I, Dikastis, do not wish the lands of Azeroth to be destroyed."
The few nobles burst out in outrage calling for Dyerseve's head. In the center, Katrana face was calm as if nothing happened at all.
"Dyerseve, what make you any different from the other prophet that have pronounced devastation? I say you are a mad man Dyerseve and you have no clue what you are talking about."
"Lady Prestor, maybe you should go speak with your good ol' friends in Lordaron and see how they feel about prophecy."
"You insult me for the last time Dyerseve. Guards!"
"Do you plan to kill me Lady Prestor?"
"No, escort him out of the keep. There will be no
blood shed in this chamber today."
The guards escorted Dyerseve to the street.
"Am I free to go?"
"No, we have some other place that you will visit today."
Dyerseve mutters a couple of words and walks away.
The guards stand there as if they have forgotten their orders as if clueless to Dyerseve's presence.