I am sorry about the sporadic posts as of late. My grandma came to visit and I just wanted to hang out with her, cause she is awesome. She left today so regular updates should be back tomorrow.
Remda was a servant of the Litch King for the longest time, she had no memories of her previous life as a solider living in Iron Forge. One day the hold of the Litch King started to wane. She could remember glances and fragments of memories but she didn’t realize what they were. She thought of them as just dreams. As the days went past she was having more and more of these flashbacks of her life.
She soon realized that she was remembering real life events. She was horrified because she also remembered what she did as a servant of the Litch King. She knew that there was no way to atone for her atrocities.
Remda knew that she had to try to atone for the horrors she committed against the Alliance, who she swore an oath to protect when she was alive. She made her way toward Stormwind city with several other death knights, as they were called.
When she got to the gate the guards didn’t want to let her in, they were calling all of the death knights names and throwing food and trash at them. Eventually they were allowed into the city proper but their reception was anything but warm. They were hated because people thought they were either still under the control of the Litch King or they just remembered the loved ones who died at their hands. The name calling and trash throwing continued all the way until they entered the throne room.
There they were under close eye and even had swords to their back as they pleaded with King Anduin. All of the death knights were remorseful and did their best to show it. Remda broke down in tears as she recounted the horror of remembering who she once was and what she had become. She pleaded desperately to be let back into the Alliance and to fight the scourge and the Horde.
She and the other death knights were eventually granted a pardon for their sins against the light. They were allowed back in as part of the Alliance. They were questioned intensely by guards after they were let back into the Alliance. All of them knew this was to make sure they really were abandoned of the Litch King and that they were not secretly sleeper agents.
This was a precaution all of them faced. They also had to face the public who were not as kind as the king.
They had to gain the trust of the citizens of Azeroth again. Remda knew it would be a long task but she was willing to do anything to atone for the atrocities that she had committed. She would give anything to take back what had happened, but since she couldn’t do that she knew she had to try to make amends with those she wronged and help the Alliance battle the horde, scourge and the legion.
There were many threats to Azeroth and she was willing to take them all on in her quest to atone for her sins against the light and to forgive herself for what she had done.
This was an assignment. Image found of Google Image. Link from image let to here. Enjoy.
What do you do if you are in a relationship and the tables are flipped? Say you are supposed to be the random and crazy person with no direction in life and your friend has always been the one to know exactly what and who she wanted to be.
What do you do in that situation? Do you try to top them by doing something completely out of the ordinary or do you let them have this? I mean is it even a good thing if you have no idea what you want and think everyone else has it figured out? It turns out no one has it figured out. Everybody is struggling with something.
People are all over the place. Very few people actually know what they want to do, or are even really happy with their jobs. It takes a lot of guts to admit that you need something different in your life. I personally am still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life and who I want to be.
Sorry this is all rambly. My brain is all over the place right now. The image is found on google image. The link to the original page it’s from didn’t work.
If I was a puzzle
I would ask why
put me together
and then tear me apart.
There is no need to redo me
I will be the same time and again.
Why take the time to rip me apart
just to put me back together again?
I feel your anger and your rage as you
try piece after piece until you get the right fit.
Why do you bother with me at all?
I am not necessary
I am not needed.
I only bring you anger until the end.
Then you experience a brief moment of satisfaction
because you conquered me.
Then you pull me apart to do all over again.
This is one of the last puzzles I did in my last place. I really enjoy puzzles. I don’t know why I am doing a lot of poetry lately. I think I kind of like it.
As I stare out of my cage I see my mom on her computer. She is there all the time. Sometimes to get attention I start squeaking really loudly so she will give me back scratches and chin scratches. Sometimes my dad gives me lettuce.
When they feed me I have to grab it real quick so they don’t take it back. I grab the lettuce and run inside my house, they can’t get me in here. Well my mom can sometimes. She is such a pain. Two times a day she wraps me in my blanket and I think Oh cuddles, but no she gives me medicine. She tricks me every time. I wish she wouldn’t do that. I don’t like medicine.
On no, she sees me starting at her. I better pretend to drink so water so she doesn’t get suspicious. I think she is getting up I better hide in my house.
Just a random thought experiment on my part. Hope you like it. He gets his hugs in a blanket because he likes to eat my shirts, it gives him something else to chew on.
I get so excited when family comes to visit me. I have a new place, I think they will like it. There are always concerns in the back of my head. My main concerns are that they don’t approve of my lifestyle or the way that I choose to express myself. I know that I am just being crazy because I know they love me unconditionally, but still. It takes time to get past things like septum piercings or green hair. I also have to remember to choose my music carefully and make sure that I am not going to offend anyone. Trying to please everyone isn’t possible. People either love or hate you. Hopefully family loves you.
Sorry this is kind of weird. Also I am taking a writing class and a dinosaur class so expect those things to come up very often.
As I looked through my closet, I couldn’t find anything to wear. It was all either to slutty, or inappropriate in some other way. “damn it” I said. I had to pick something. There was no time to go buy a dress. I had to meet my husband at his work event in two hours. I still had to do my hair and makeup.
We had just moved to this town when my husband’s job transferred him here. We had been living here for about a month. I still hadn’t really made any friends yet and I hadn’t met any of his colleagues. I wanted them to like me, to think that my husband makes good decisions.
I am nothing like my husband, I love tattoos, piercings and own more tshirts and pjs than anyone I’ve ever met. The only dresses I have show off way to much of my cleavage, which is why I got them. “Oh no, Sherman what am I going to do?” I asked my dog for advice. I thought about calling my best friend but she lives in Europe and it is the middle of the night there. I didn’t really wanna ask either of my other best friends because they have similar styles to me.
Confused and annoyed I remembered something.
In the very back of my closet was the dress that I wore to my rehearsal dinner. It was proper and respectable and I also kind of liked it. I decided to flip my septum up into my nose so they wouldn’t notice and grabbed a nice jacket with a little edge to cover my arms, so they wouldn’t know I was tattooed.
With the outfit on I finished getting ready. My make up game was on point that day so I was done with that in a flash. I had my hair done in a bun so I didn’t really have to worry about that, I wore it in a bun because I think I look better that way.
I had some time to spare before I had to leave so I sat at my computer and did some work. I got so distracted that I lost track of time and ended up being late, despite my good intentions. By the time I got there most of the people were drunk and didn’t care about anything. I had worked this event up in my head and there was really nothing to worry about.
Next time I will know better.
Image found on google image search. The original can be found here