Lannia bowed to the lady in front of her. “Matron, it was my pleasure to check on the little ones. I assure you that they’re quite healthy.”

The woman bowed down and her cheeks were flushed. “I’m so sorry that I pulled you off the street, it’s just that-.” Lannia waved her hand and cut off the woman gently. She felt a tug on her robe, but didn’t pay any mind to it.

“They are busy. Many have gone to Northrend. I’m sure they did not mean to overlook you.” At another tug on her robe, Lannia turned down and picked up a small boy. “Yes, Daniel?”

“Are you going away, lady?” Lannia nodded and watched the boy’s eyes tear up. “I don’t want you to go away. No one comes to see us!” Glacing at the nervous matron, Lannia sat in a nearby chair with the boy in her lap. He looked up at her surprised, “Are you going to stay?”

She smiled gently. “I cannot, little one, for many reasons. I can stop by to check on you though. I come through here often.”

A few other children cluster about her and clutch at her robes. The matron spoke softly to one of them, but Lannia interrupted, “Please let them stay. They need to understand. I take it no one has really explained to them?” The matron shook her head quickly.

“Gather close, little ones.” The children stared up at her. “I’m going to treat you like I would an adult and explain why people aren’t around as much. Don’t be scared when I tell you because that’s why people like I and the matron are here, to protect you.” Lannia shifted Daniel so that he can see her face.

“There are things outside of our control in this world. Some of them are good, and some are bad. Right now, a very bad man that we call the Lich King, is trying to do very bad things to all of us. Sometimes… we lose those we care about. In some cases your parents, and in others… our brothers and sisters and so on.” A few of the girls began to tear up.

“There is no need to cry, because even though they have been taken away from us, they did it to protect us and let us smile. It may be hard at times, but all of them want the best for us. The reason I have to leave is to go help fight the Lich King. I’m a priestess and I can heal and help protect other parents that may have children. I even have my own little daughter that I’m helping protect by not letting the Lich King do bad things.” The children seemed to be thinking hard. Lannia smiled comfortingly at the twitchy matron.

A boy finally spoke up, “So… you take care of the people who fight the bad man, right?” Lannia nodded. “Why did our parents go away then? Wasn’t someone able to save them?”

Perceptive boy. It becomes harder to hold the smile. “Try as I might, I cannot save everyone. There are things that are beyond my ability. I am sorry…” Her vision became slightly misty and Lannia closed her eyes.

“Don’t cry, lady!”
“We knows you tried!”
“We love you!”

Lannia opened her eyes to the hugs and worried faces of the children. “It’s alright. I miss those that we lose as well. Thank you all. You are wonderful.” She set her hands on the children closest to her and one took her hand in their smaller grasp.

“I will go, but be assured little ones, that I will come back if Elune wills it.” She ruffled Daniel’s hair. “I just want to protect you. Do you understand?” A few of the older children nod in response. “Good, I must be on my way. I have my own child to check on. I try to visit her often.” Lannia grinned and tickled Daniel before setting him on the floor.

With much laughter, Lannia slowly stood and said goodbye to them. Finally, she was at the door, and the children surround the Matron.

“Lady, you’ll be okay, right?” Lannia nodded and smiled at them.

“Kick his butt for us, okay?” This one earned a chuckle.

“Be well, littles ones.” A warm glow emanated the room and everyone seemed to relax and smile. With a gentle rustle of her robes, the woman exited, but was not forgotten. A gentle night elf, blessed priestess of Elune. The unnamed woman has returned many more times, but they were always as brief as a winter storm.

This isn’t RP, but it’s a funny little story. So, last night I made Champion of Darnassus on Lannia. I was happy as it’s a start on the long journey towards my Silver Covenant Hippogryph. I head around getting the Champion quests. One of which is to kill the Black Knight.

Now, this is Lannia we’re talking about, a healer. Don’t get me wrong. He’s a bad guy, she has no problem letting Elune sort things out after he’s dead. But… it took me 5 times. And before you ask, it’s not because I’m bad at jousting. The jousting part is ridicuously easy, especially against the Black Knight.

The Black Knight has two phases. One where you joust, and when you knock him off then you fight him on ground. Kinda like in the instance (Trial of the Champion). I didn’t lose because I died, but because of… other difficulties.

Try 1: Accidently Shadowmeld and he disappears because I lost aggro. I assure myself that I won’t do it again.
Try 2: You know that Shadowmeld button?… I hit it again. I grumble, a lot, and move the sucker. And my Fade, just in case.
Try 3: He makes the comment about facing him on the ground, so I switch weapons and it throws me off my horse. He runs away and resets. I glower trying to figure out what I did wrong.
Try 4: Same thing happens again. Between my husband and I, we guessed that I was being too pre-emptive and it was messing the fight up.
Try 5: I touch NOTHING when jousting is done. I let him speak and finally run up to me and start hitting me after it throws me off the horse. I only then switch weapons, shield myself, and kill the sucker.

5 tries…

Because of accidents with aggro, I almost wish he’d killed me, but he was super easy. I think I would have had to try to let him kill me.

Ever feel like you’re having one of -those nights- with a quest? Cause that quest was certainly my nemesis for the night.

As a player, Arthas is a fascinating character. You feel so many emotions for him, but in the end most just feel hatred for the monster he’s become. He’s had more of a presence in the game than many other villians. He’s not just someone that sits at the end of an instance and you might never see him. He hovers behind every quest and motive you seem to run across in Northrend. Yet, to him, you’re nothing more than a pawn. Doing the dailies and being in Northrend so much recently has made me wonder, how do my characters view him?

Lannia:
This man was corrupted much like anyone else who has involved himself with the Burning Legion. He is a pawn that has gone out of control, but since he’s a distraction away from the Burning Legion, they allow it. There is very little that is left of the hero of long ago, if any. It is truly sad how vulnerable people are in the end, even me. *smiles sadly* Perhaps we can help him find peace so that he can finally rest. Free from his madness.

Serephim:
*snorts* You’re asking me about the Ice Prince of Azeroth. If you want my opinion, you must be a bit crazy yourself. I don’t really care about him. He’s just another crazy in this world. -What? Oh, of course he needs to be stopped. Oh! I see. You think that I might take some part in it. *shrugs* I dunno. Got enough problems to work out for myself, let alone trying to stop an insane prince. Geez, you act as if he can hear me. Ice Prince. There’s no way that I’m going to call him back the egotistal name. He’s lord over a freaking iceland full or dead people and bones. Doesn’t sound very kingly to me. Personally, I think he should just see how pitiful that is and just himself for us.

Araatris:
The Lich King. Sure, I’ve heard of him. He’s done terrible things. Sometimes I wonder if he thought they were truly best at the time, but what made him think that. Especially the whole thing with Stratholme. I’ve heard people tell me about how it burned with all those people inside. It’s terrible! *shudders* I only wish I could do more, but for now I’ll have to bide my time.

Jhaara:
The Lich King is a fool. Does he truly think he can unite us all under one banner? Even with his thoughts, groups were able to break free. My brother and I will see his downfall. No one is lord over us. My brother would just rage ahead, but he always was hot-headed. We shall wait until the moment when the Lich King is weakest and strike. Together he and I will stand over the body of our creator and watch his screaming deparature. You think that I am harsh perhaps? So, are the winters up here. They can drain the heat from your body until you lie dead in the snow. Only this time… I will bring even a colder winter to the Lich King than any has ever known and I will suck the life from his corpse. *the interviewer runs in terror*