Way of the Totem

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Onward

by on Sep.22, 2009, under Fan Fiction, RP

Continued From: Resolve

Lodur stepped off the boat and onto the docks of Dark Shore. He turned and waved his thanks to the crew of the vessel before continuing on to Auberdine at the end of the docks. On the deck of the ship a young sailor nodded at Lodur, the scar across his chest showing clearly through his ripped shirt.

A freak storm after leaving the dock at the Exodar had kept them busy most of the day trying to get here. Lodur had helped as much as possible, but he was no sailor. After a few failed attempts to help secure various parts of the boat he decided to just tend wounded and stay out of the way. A wicked wind had snapped a rope that flailed around like frantic snake. The young sailor had tried to secure the line but it only served to knock him down at an odd angle, and onto a dropped sword on the deck. There was a pool of blood that did not seem like it would end until it had coated the entire deck.

Lodur had gone to work immediately. He slid to the side of the young sailor and turned him over carefully, fear bright in the eyes of a man who knew his death was fast approaching. He ripped the sailor’s shirt open and examined the wound. Lodur reached into a pouch at his side and pulled out a bright green colored gourd. He poured the contents of the gourd, a slightly opaque liquid, onto the wound. The man screamed with such blood curdling force it could be heard clearly over the howl of the wind. Lodur placed one hand on the mans head and the other just about the wound. He began to speak in a whisper almost lost to the gale.

“Spirits of water and air I ask you lend me your strength to mend the wounds of this man. I beseech you to lend me aid”

The wound mended shut slowly leaving a nasty scar across the sailor’s chest. The man passed out from shock but was breathing normally, Lodur carried the man to the bunks and set him down, going back to tend any more wounded that might be there. The storm broke shortly after the incident and the rest of the journey was uneventful. The captain had nodded his thanks to the Shaman as they pulled into the dock.

Now that the boat had arrived in Darkshore they would make repairs to their boat and re-supply. Lodur turned from the boat and faced Auberdine. He had stayed here shortly after the exodar had crashed. He remembered the elves and dwarves here to be good natured and friendly. Perhaps he would spend the night and make passage in the morning. It was quite peaceful here and the effects of the Lich King’s Plague were still far enough away that one could enjoy a quiet evening in the dock side town.

Lodur grabbed the empty gourd from his side and looked at it. Maybe he’d have time to talk to the Druids of Auberdine and ask permission to speak with the spirit of the moonwell and see about replenishing the contents of the gourd. First, lodur thought he would fancy himself some Sand Crawler stew and Moon Berry Juice. The Inn was just at the end of the dock, and he could secure the hot meal and a bed for the night.

Putting one hoof infront of the other, Lodur began to move down the dock and towards the Inn. A smile formed on his face, he had done good this day.

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First steps

by on Sep.12, 2009, under Fan Fiction, RP

Continued from Epilogue

Lodur guided the Gryphon through the trees of Terrokar Forest and over the walls of Shattrath city. The once city of Light had survived siege many years ago, but was still a shadow of its former glory. A pang of loss coursed through him as he flew towards the mage portals.

They landed lightly in the Terrace of Light, Lodur had taken the scenic route and it was late afternoon. He hopped off the Gryphon and reached to give him more dried meat before sending the avian off. As he strode towards the portal to the Exodar, Lodur saluted Khadgar and Ad’al not wishing to interrupt their conversation. He stood before the portal to the Exodar and stared at it for a long while.

Lodur never liked traveling by portal, he preferred more natural means. Exhaustion from too many shortened nights sleep added to his anxiety as he looked at the swirling blue space of arcane magic. Unfortunately there was no better way to traverse worlds that he knew of other than a ship like the Exodar or the Dark Portal, and he was well aware how those ended. He took a deep breath and stepped forward into the portal. It felt as if his body was being dissolved spreading everywhere in the cosmos, almost as if he could touch infinite awareness. Then slowly he felt himself being pieced together until eventually he was standing once again in the Exodar trying to shake the feeling of cold that had settled in the center of him.

Lodur looked around the Vault of Lights, not much had changed since he last was here. He walked slowly towards the Seat of the Naaru and hung a lazy left heading towards the Crystal Hall. The hall always made him smile. It’s warm rich colors welcoming him home. Striding casually forward he made his way to Farseer Nobundo’s space. Lodur could see the Farseer and a few young pupils eagerly hanging on every word. He could hear the tail end of the lesson as he approached

“Your journey begins with these simple words….” Nobundo said “Everything that is, is alive.”

The pupils nodded and were dismissed. Lodur met the gaze of his mentor and walked up the shallow steps, the students only stopping long enough to marvel at the lightning crackling against the pauldrons of his armor before shuffling off eslewhere in the ship. Nobundo smiled;

“You’ve come a long way to see an old soul young one” the smiled warmed Lodur’s very core.

“No distance is too great to seek words of wisdom from ones teacher, regardless of age” A smile formed on Lodur’s face. The two clasped hands and then embraced the way a father and child would.

“You’ve not come for a long time, I trust this isn’t just a social call.”

Lodur’s smile widened, Nobundo always had a way of cutting to the root of a problem when he wanted to.

“You would be correct. I seek your guidance. I’ve begun to have… dreams of a fashion, more to the point one dream that continues to play in my sleeping minds eye. It has never changed aside from growing in intensity and clarity… I fear I do not know it’s meaning.” Thinking back on the dream, the smile disappeared

“Perhaps it is rather that you are afraid you do know it’s meaning? You believe that I may be able to shed some light on the visions sleep has granted to you? Very well then, sit and let us talk” The old shaman motioned to a series of cushions on the ground. Lodur picked a modest one and lowered himself down waiting for the farseer to do the same “Tell me of this dream my student”

Lodur relayed the events of the dream making sure not to miss anything that might be important. When he finished he observed the old shaman gazing through him pensively. He waited a long time for the Farseer to respond.

“My student there is much that is left unclear I must ask the spirits about this, you may retire for the evening, I shall have more for you by the light of dawn. O’ros will make sure you rest well and that this dream shall not plague you so you might get some duly needed rest.”

Lodur noded he understood that there was likely a complicated chain of events that would lead up to and beyond his dream, and it might take some time for his mentor to find out what those events were.

“Thank you Farseer, I shall see you on the morning’s light”

He stood and made his way back to the Seat of the Naaru and headed off to secure a bed at Caregiver Breel’s Inn for the evening. Answers would come with the dawn he resolved, but for now he would take his master’s advice. Lodur said a quiet thanks to O’ros, sleep was quick to come to the weary shaman.

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