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PostSubject: Madness (Marsh's backstory, wall of text)   Mon Jul 04, 2011 3:33 am

I'm writing this because, I don't know, I like to write, and that I would like to understand Marshrunner a bit more. And hopefully, you'll understand her a bit more aswell Smile
Warning for the huuuge wall of text though, I didn't think it would be this long! >_<




"There, done and buried. Don't you feel way better now?," the Kaldorei smiled. Her eyes were silvery, and the
hair that fell down on her purple shoulders was deep blue. It smelled of sunshine and fresh fruit, despite their
surroundings, the depressing obscure fields that were the Plaguelands. Next to her sat Er, the complete
opposite, her hair were in lumps and her hollow eyes lit up their faces with a lucid, cold light.
"Don't you think we should rejoice? This," the Kaldorei patted on the ground where the blade was buried.
"This is a part of your past. Now let's give you a future!"

The other seemed excited. Er couldn't feel at all, no matter how hard she tried. It was like if the words had no
meaning. She had no future. Not here. Not anywhere.

"What's your name, sister?", she spoke with the same entusiastic tone. "What shall I call you?"
"Er."
"... Well? Err, what?"
"My name. Is. Er."
She didn't have time for silly games. She had been killing, torturing, enjoying, splattering, butchering,
commanding, spreading, tearing, laughing, screaming. The list wouldn't stop.
"Er? That's a silly name. You told me you died in Dustwallow? Let's call you Marshrunner. It sounds more like
a name we have."

Silly? Silly? Why... Why would she be like them? Why would the night elf be so kind to someone like her?
"I'm with the Cenarion Circle. We don't take kindly to your... being. But, I thought. You're a sister. Like me. You've
been one of us. We can return you. We can heal you!"


Er didn't reply. She felt uneasy, and stood up. They were not far away from the Light's Hope chapel, and beside
them was the pit where they burnt corpses. A fitting place to bury her past, but somehow, she felt that she shouldn't have.
Perhaps... Things would get better...
Perhaps she could have a future?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The pain had become more and more unbearable. She didn't know why, but she had a clue. The Argents knew
NOTHING of her pain. Nothing.
Unbearable. She couldn't even hide it anymore. Staggering back and forth, moaning, like a ghoul, always dizzy.
Always weak. Sometimes, it was as if she had died again. She had no memories of her life as alive, but that didn't
matter. What DID matter was the memories of Acherus... Of the voice that gave her life. That gave her death. That
gave her a reason, like that little night elf smile never could.
And those memories were fading, slowly. Meiranne, the night elf, had noticed something about her unusual gloominess.

"Sister Marshrunner...?", she said with that innocent, childlike tone one day. Er gave her usual groan as an answer.
"You seem very unhappy? Don't you love the life that Elune gave you?"

Er turned around to face the small one. Her silvery eyes knew nothing about the pain and agony and constant
madness. They knew sun, chirping of birds, and the healing of the Plaguelands. They knew torment, but nothing
like the real deal. She felt disgusted by the thought that she had once been something so small, so easily broken...
So living.

"I... am unhappy," she hissed. She was yet unable to disappoint the girl, a feeling that lingered in her from deep
within. A memory of a warm face, and the smell of the forest. "Do you care that much?"
"O-of COURSE!" The Kaldorei seemed insulted by her words. "I... I know! You died in Dustwallow, right? L-let's
take you there! I'm going to talk with the others to escort you to Theramore!"


Er groaned, a response enough for the night elf, so she dashed along.
So much pain... So much madness. It was unbearable.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

She didn't know for how long she had been lying there. Her eyes open, staring at the sky above her through the
yellow water. Silence. The mud hugged her body tight, her armor held her down. Of course, she didn't have to
breathe, so it was all right.

Staring at the sky, through the yellow water.

Slowly, she arose. Was this... the place she died? No. She was merely in the outskirts of the swamp. From inside,
she heard the insects scream, the zombies moan. How long had she been there? Who... who was she?
No. She had to come to her senses. She was Er... She was... Marshrunner. She was a Knight of the Ebon blade.
A knight... an undead.

She whelped, splashing the water around her as she tried to stand on her legs, but slipped and fell. Was this
really who she was? She had been great once. Feared. She had seen the fear in those Scarlet eyes as the
diseases ate away at their guts.
But those memories were long gone. She hadn't fed. She hadn't killed. The madness struck her, she laughed and
cried, water spilled out of her.

This wasn't who she was.

A memory of air, of a warm face, and the smell of the sun as she climbed the treetops.

She had to go back. To the Plaguelands. It had all started there, if she was going to end again, it was to be there.
Perhaps with Meiranne. Perhaps Er would get to kill her, before she put an end to herself.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Marshrunner didn't know how, but she walked to the barrens by foot, through the mountains. Ratchet was a
neutral town, and so she got on one of their boats quite easily, and from the docks of Booty Bay she was able to
walk. It wasn't like the dull pain in her feet compared to the one in her head.
So easy... Too good to be true. Everyone she met stared her down; travellers, guards, merchants. But why didn't
they kill her? Why didn't they put an end to her misery? She staggered forwards, only driven by willpower, her
body was swollen and still dripping with water. She could hardly feel the pain anymore. It was merely a hungering
drive that kept her walking, and once her sanity dropped even more, her instincts told her to keep away from
roads, and only travel by night.

It went on for days, weeks. Sometimes, as she regained conciousness, Er would find something sharp and stab
herself in the leg with it. For some reason, she felt more awake as she saw a purple, thick liquid oozing out from
the wound. It helped her keep her sanity at some levels, but it also reminded her of the constant hunger, gnawing
inside her, pushing her forwards when her mind was too weak to do it.


Without her even realizing it, she stepped foot in the Plaguelands once more. She wandered, restlessly, until she
came to her senses and found an old piece of armor to stab herself with. A gurgling sound could be heard deep
within her, but she didn't take notice. The pain was too loud for anything.
Then she saw it.

She had arrived to a small village, long since destroyed. Even through the headache and the dizzyness, she could
feel ghosts wandering about. In the middle of the village was a well, and for some reason, she felt drawn to it.
As Er closed up on it, another thing caught her interest. In front of the well stood a man, but she couldn't tell if he
was alive or not. She couldn't feel his presence. However, almost as if the past weeks meant nothing, her head felt
much clearer in the presence of him; or perhaps the well. Er didn't know, but she sneaked closer, until she reached
a fence which she could lean on. Her head spun, and the pain of the wound was fading. She wanted to know, was
he on her side or not? Was he a member of the Argent Dawn, the Scarlets, the Alliance, or perhaps something else?

Would he kill her?

She opened her mouth. To her relief, her voice was functional. Gurgling, but functional. Er asked her question.
And after a while, the Scourge Commander turned to face her.
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PostSubject: Re: Madness (Marsh's backstory, wall of text)   Mon Jul 04, 2011 12:19 pm

Nicely done! Enjoyed reading it, great job! ^^

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PostSubject: Re: Madness (Marsh's backstory, wall of text)   Mon Jul 04, 2011 1:46 pm

Very nice! Smile

I think Marsh should become Athrun's very first Blood-Student Wink
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PostSubject: Re: Madness (Marsh's backstory, wall of text)   Mon Jul 04, 2011 2:31 pm

Oh? xP I wonder if one could choose two "paths", if so, it would be an honour :>

Glad you managed to read it xD
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PostSubject: Re: Madness (Marsh's backstory, wall of text)   Mon Jul 04, 2011 2:47 pm

I really enjoyed reading this, you seem to be completely and totally into your character. Very good work.
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PostSubject: Re: Madness (Marsh's backstory, wall of text)   Mon Jul 04, 2011 11:54 pm

Marshrunner wrote:
Oh? xP I wonder if one could choose two "paths", if so, it would be an honour :>

Glad you managed to read it xD

We'll have to meet up IC next time we're both on Smile
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PostSubject: Re: Madness (Marsh's backstory, wall of text)   Wed Jul 06, 2011 2:23 pm

After reading the new story on the forum, i finally gave myself time to read yours...and im LUUVING it....i think..i finnaly go continue my story about the gnomeregan assualt now ;-)
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