International Man of Mystery

This morning Tome talked about the limited works of art amongst the frames of Azeroth.  It got me thinking, and curious, so I headed into the Amateur’s art museum (aka screenshot central).  There wasn’t much out of the ordinary, but then I found a piece that is apparently quite new to the collection:

You might be wondering who this fellow is.  I’m not certain to be honest, but something tells me he has quite the story to tell…

11 thoughts on “International Man of Mystery

  1. tomeoftheancient May 8, 2012 / 8:14 am

    What is your story man of mystery? Fruit Vendor? Barrel Maker or Cooper? Hired assassin? Inquiring minds want to know!

    • JD Kenada May 8, 2012 / 6:35 pm

      Those details might start to emerge sooner than you think. 😉

  2. Navimie May 8, 2012 / 7:17 pm

    Maybe JD wants some speculation from us? Here’s my take:

    The summer sun bathed the courtyard, but its warmth was lost upon the lone Forsaken who sat by the apple harvest, lost in memories of his former life.

    … children laughing, a ball being kicked across the yard….

    He looked down at his hands, running a finger along the palm of the other. Cold clammy flesh, he could feel his fingers and the touch, but not the sensation of hot or cold. How, if he could feel no external heat could he have emotions of warmth, of love, of a burning desire for revenge.

    … the smell of gunpowder, of burning flesh. Screams as Alliance soldiers torched the fallen bodies, some still writhing as they clutched to the last strings of life….

    Emotion overwhelmed him, but no tears fell. No tears COULD fall. The dead cannot weep.

    … He screamed in defiance as the soldiers dragged his wife away by her hair, yanking her head back to expose her creamy white throat, her cries drowned out by his own screams as a blood stained blade ripped her life from her in a gushing fountain….

    But he was not dead. His body was dead. His mind, his consciousness was alive. And by some dark sorcery he was here, in the flesh, with all the abilities he had in life… and more.

    … his last vision was of a mailed boot smashing into his face before the darkness enveloped him…

    And within that darkness, time had no meaning. Hours, days, years… it was meaningless. All he had was his sorrow, his anger, and the memories of his love, until the voice summoned him. Irresistible, terrifying, full of power, compulsion. He opened his eyes and it was still dark, but his queen had summoned him. She needed him. She needed them all. And he could nothing but obey her will.

    Perhaps his wife too had been summoned. Perhaps he would see her once more. He hoped that he would recognise her – or that she would recognise him. When he had looked into the trough of water, he could hardly believe the rotting corpse staring back at him was the man he once used to be.

    He clenched his fist. He had a purpose now. Revenge. No mercy for the Alliance.

    • JD Kenada May 8, 2012 / 8:04 pm

      Ho. Ly. Shit.

      That was absolutely amazing. I’m just kind of staring at my work computer blinking…seriously, wow.

      *collect thoughts momentarily*

      Setting aside one of the absolute rarest occasions that I’ve sworn on my own blog, asking for a tale was not at all what I was alluding to. Which, now, is disappointing. I’d almost rather take THIS ball and run with it…

      Well done Nav. Really.

      • Navimie May 8, 2012 / 11:26 pm

        Awww thanks JD, I always feel shy about writing fiction because I feel anxious about it but you made me feel better. Gosh I hope I didn’t stuff up whatever you had planned for this forsaken!

        • JD Kenada May 9, 2012 / 6:08 am

          Not at all.

          And by all means, WRITE. This was great. It also gave me an idea for something else.

    • Navimie May 8, 2012 / 8:04 pm

      Oh god, I think those are radishes in the cask, not apples Doh.

      • JD Kenada May 8, 2012 / 8:05 pm

        Yeah, because THAT’s what anyone reading this would notice…

      • tomeoftheancient May 9, 2012 / 6:27 am

        CRAP! Why have you not been writing fiction more Navi! This story brings to life all the reasons why the Undead are my favorite Horde race. That was wonderful! More, more!

        • JD Kenada May 9, 2012 / 8:52 am

          Agreed! 😉

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