If you're reading this...

The show is over. The end has come. This is done.

Please don't attempt to recreate or reproduce anything I've written or my material, including but not limited to; the characters I've created, the story I've written, etc..

It was fun while it lasted, but (for me) the party is over.

Later nerds.

Mostly everyone has figured it out but this Tumblr is more or less dead for the time being. I may use it to vent from time to time, but I hardly write as of late and with no access to the game my character is based in, I'm even less inclined to write. I've been rereading The Hunger Games Series. I've gotten a job (even though I can't work for the next two month because of transportation issues), family is having issues, things that I predicted would happen happened, I'm going to California in June to stay with my aunt for a month and possibly find opportunity out there, I'm working on enrolling for the fall semester at the CC near me, I have plans to be a teacher. I've thought about it a lot and teaching is a huge window of opportunity to change lives and impart the small amount of wisdom and knowledge I've gained in my life, and just the idea of effecting a child's life forever in a most positive way delights me to the core. I found faith. No I'm not talking about it. Ask me and I pillage your village. That should tell you something. I know not many are going to see this but I feel like the ones that will see it would want to know these types of things. I'm really bad at reaching out and saying hi to people, lol. On the path to wisdom, solitude is a key variable. I'm done rambling. If you see this, you probably know more about my life than you rightfully should, but that's a field I'll burn when I get to it. If I have to.

The Fall of Death’s Home

Valenor stared at the paper he’d received early in the morning. It had been delivered by a messenger of the Magistry with no words exchanged. He thought that suspicious, but he paid it hardly any attention. Staring at the seal, he began to reminisce, thinking back to his release from prison and his own denunciation of his Lordship. Cracking the wax, the flipped the letter open and read. It took him several moments to finish the letter, and when he finally had, he sighed and tossed it aside to his nightstand. 

“My brother has defected, leaving the House defunct and useless. They refuse to give me the title of Lordship due to my inherent involvement in the Murder of several Alliance operatives, and my children are ineligible due to illegitimacy. I...” he trailed off then, staring at the floor as a wide grin came across his face.

“I accept this. It’s necessary. Lords of assassination aren’t needed anymore. Treachery in the form of death and poison is being abolished, so I will roll with this.”

The large Orc that had been lighting incense sticks and emptying ash trays turned around and wiped his ash-stained hands on his tabard. “So, basically, they’re making your lineage unimportant? Is that... a fair assumption? Where does this put you and I?” he asked softly, acknowledging that the children were down for naps. 

Val eyed the man and nodded. He had the right of it for the most part. 

“Aye, they don’t see my children or myself fit to rule my House, so they’re removing it from the list of noble houses in Quel’thalas. What this means for you is nothing; you’re still employed, you’ll still be getting paid to fix my armor and weapons, but I won’t be able to attend anything I was able to attend as a Lord or even as a member of the House. Fortunately, I’ll still be able to get into those same meetings under the name of Sunborne, but I’m frankly not worried about going. Sunborne does nothing in the city, really. They hold no real power.”

The Orc nodded slowly, then turned back around and began tidying up his friend’s desk. “Then don’t go. It ain’t like you did anything of importance there anyway. Val, you’re one of the best assassins I’ve ever met, and the only one I’ve met that didn’t try to kill me on the first meeting. You don’t need to be a Lord to be great, and you don’t need to be a noble to be legendary. You just need to do what you’re good at and do it for a good cause.”

Uroxxar shuffled some papers then neatly laid them in a basket on the desk, turning around to look at the rogue with calm eyes. “Right now the Legion is invading the planet we live on, and you’ve already started making a difference. That’s AFTER coming back from a long hiatus. As far as your bother goes, let him defect. Who cares? Obviously he can’t handle leading the House to greatness, so why worry about him? He wasn’t even there for most of your life anyway. He’s not worth worrying about. Let him go.”

Val turned his head and listened to every word the Orc had to say, not once interrupting him to speak. When the monk had finished his rant of encouragement, Val simply nodded and stared at the floor. 

“I see. Well, at least someone has the sense to tell me what I apparently needed to hear. Thank you, Uro. I appreciate that.”

Looking at the paper once more, the rogue snatched it off the nightstand and lit it ablaze, letting the white ashes fall to the floor. He stamped them out and rubbed them into the stone, then stood up. “Time to be the greatest I can. No more rolling in my sorrows and regrets. I have a House to protect.”