Announcement

Due to my no longer wishing to converse with Evanyell, which I will not go into detail on, I will not be roleplaying with her any further. Considering my character has children with hers, Allenforth as a character is virtually unplayable as is, without having to make him a deadbeat father. As such, in my roleplay, I will not be making use of the children that Allenforth and Evanyell had together. They simply won’t exist. It is the only way to keep things fair for myself as a roleplayer when I do not have access to such NPCs.

A Simple Prayer

Give me the strength,
to bring you in closer.
Oh, bless this day,
and the freedom that came.

Send me a sign.

Send me a sign.

Help me to see,
life in full color.
The child in me,
has long since been gone.

When I fall down,
will you be around?

When I fall down,
will you be around?

Philip and William

“I’ll have the kids back to you by Sunday evening, don’t worry.” He said to her with the baby bundled in his arms, and Philip by his side. Evanyell and Allenforth were as bitter towards each other than ever, and it seemed as though they wouldn’t be reconciling in any manner for some time. He grasped onto the baby bag that she had placed upon his shoulder and left her cottage, making his way back to his home in Redridge. Everything appeared just as it had before they left, though, admittedly, the non-presence of a woman was ever present in his farmhouse. It wasn’t dirty by any means, but it lacked a womanly charm.

Allen carried Little Will up to his room, which had been vacant since they left. Setting him up with his favorite toys, which Evanyell had put in the bag, Allenforth’s brother Christopher watched over the little boy as William and Philip went downstairs to begin preparing dinner. Chicken and rice with vegetables, he thought would be a good meal for the two growing boys.

“I’m really happy to see you again, Daddy. I thought you weren’t going to come back.” The boy says, beaming.

“Of course I came back, Philip. I could never leave my sons behind. Just because Mommy and I aren’t together anymore doesn’t mean I don’t love you any less. And Philip, son, if you want to go hunting tomorrow morning, make sure you get that homework done.” William says.

“Hunting, daddy? Well… I’ve been training as a Paladin, and he says that as a Paladin, I can’t use guns. So how can I hunt?” Philip asks curiously.

“Well, Phil, you don’t have to be a Paladin, and you don’t have to be a Warrior, or a hunter, or anything. You can be whatever you want. Continue to train as a Paladin if that’s what you want to do, but know that no one can ever make you, it’s your decision. You can still go hunting with me tomorrow, while being a Paladin. Just, eventually, you’ll have to decide which one you like more. Okay?” William says to Philip with a smile, and an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

“Alright. I want to go hunting tomorrow and get better with my gun. I liked it last time.”, says Philip.

William nods as he begins grilling the chicken.

“I’m glad to have you by my side again, Philip. You’re the best son a father could ask for.”

 

William’s Journal: Tidal Wave

Love is Like a Red, Red Rose

Dear Journal,

“Love is like a red, red rose. When you first get it, it’s vibrant, beautiful, and smells lovely. And then when you least expect it, that beautiful rose turns a sickly color and withers away. Such is the past six years I spent with Evanyell Lightshire. From the time I was a sixteen year old boy, I had vied for her. By the time I reached the age of maturity, we were together. We got married, had a child, adopted a son. Somewhere in there, though, she decided that she didn’t love me. While I have my own faults, and I had a hard time with jealousy issues (She did get romantic with another man during our marriage), I have to wonder. Evanyell is over one-hundred and fifty years old, and still has not found a steady man. I have to wonder if it’s really just because she can’t stay with one man for too long; she gets bored of them.

But alas, I’ve learned my lesson, and it’s time to move on. If Evanyell has decided I am no longer of interest to her, then best of luck to her to find another man; but I cannot dwell. For a long time I sat, I thought, I pondered, I wondered, and admittedly, I cried.  Where did I go wrong in this life? Where will I go next? I still love Evanyell, there’s no getting over that. Her divorce from me was sudden, and I still don’t quite understand it. Rather than dwelling on it for the rest of my existence, I sought out the guidance of a new friend that I’m becoming quite close to. She said to me that if Evanyell can so easily divorce me and move on with her life as if our relationship never mattered or existed, then Evanyell doesn’t deserve me anyway, and I should just look for a new horizon. So, that is what I will do. If Evanyell really did still want me, or loved me, she would have said so by now.

I found myself slipping into insanity for a time. I am still not entirely sane. I wear full armor around the City, helmet and all. I don’t talk to many, apart from my new friend and previous friends. Starting anew is difficult. I resigned from the Reserves a week back, and enlisted into an exploration regiment of sorts. The group appears quite small, but I think I’m going to like that. Something new, something small, something… exciting. And a way to get my mind off of the bad things going on right now.

I have no idea what Evanyell is doing with either of my children, but I hope to see them soon. I love them, I really do. And even though it hurts, I still love Evanyell.  I just wish I thought more clearly earlier on in life: People had warned me about Evanyell, but I didn’t listen. Not once.

I was young.”

– William

The Road Ends Here

Dear Journal,

“She didn’t even leave me in person. She left me through a letter. When I arrived home, she was already gone. To think, the woman that I had been with for so many years would leave me just like that, was heartbreaking. She couldn’t deal with my problems… my past injury was due to one of her Candle members.

Six years, all for nothing; just for her to leave and never return. I need much time to think. The Reserves will have to sit tight for a while, I need to find myself; wherever that may be, I don’t know. Evanyell probably had another suitor ready, that’s why she left so quickly.”

William

Nightmares and Dreamscapes: Finale

It rained hard that day. Work was business as usual in the Stormwind City Reserves. William Allenforth spent most of his day in the courtyard of the Command Center, making attempts at recruiting new soldiers, talking to his Sergeants, and filing the masses of paperwork that found their way onto his desk day in and day out. With a yawn and a stretch, he looked around the stone courtyard, squinting his eyes to peer through the exit way. Usually during lunch time, Evanyell would come to see him, bringing Little Will along with her in his bjorn. They would exchange greetings, talk about their day, have some lunch, and then she would go into the Command Center and feed the baby. But this time… this time she never came.

The General stood there for another twenty minutes, pacing back and forth, before leaving the Command Center and making his way to the Cathedral to see Evanyell. He knew some kind of church business must have came up, so he was going to go see her instead. Walking through the city, most people gave him warm nods, and greetings of acceptance. The occasional criminal sort would jeer or spit at him, but he was used to that kind of treatment. Using his plated fist, he’d rub the spit into his armor and offer them a smile.

“Thanks for the polish.”, he said to them with a grin.

As he approached the Cathedral, a gangily looking initiate to the Candle approached him, as he could tell from their tabard. Their words, however, frightened him.

“Have you seen High Priestess Allenforth, sir?” they said with a look of curiosity.

“She hasn’t come in today?”, said Allenforth with a wide-eyed look of shock spread across his face.

“No… not yet.”

Without a second response to the initiate, he whipped around and ran. He ran, farther and farther, through the Gates of Stormwind, through the Forests of Elwynn, and into the Redridge Mountains. The farmhouse looked fine to him, no signs of an attack, or anything. For all he knew, she could have overslept, but something in his heart told him otherwise. Breaking down the door to his house, he dashed through his home, sliding on his plated boots to the kitchen, a sloshing sound pattering against the floor. Looking up at him was a sea of red, Evanyell nestled in the middle. A gaping wound protruded from her chest as she presumably bled out on the floor. Falling to his knees, his eyes caught level with something else. By her body, a torn tabard cloth. Red. Red cloth.

“No… I said I would never let anything harm her! I won’t! Not like this!”

The scene faded, turned black, only for a moment. As his eyes caught color again, he was in the corner of the kitchen. Evanyell was scrubbing away at dishes while singing a Thalassian ballad, completely unaware of what was happening behind her. From the door of his home, A Scarlet militant snuck inside and approached her, sword drawn. Allenforth gasped and snuck forward himself. Before the assassin could reach her, he tucked his head downward and slammed himself into them, crashing through the door of his house, laying out the Scarlet into the dirt outside his home. He wouldn’t allow her harm. As soon as they hit the ground, the lake in Redridge rose, higher and higher, collapsing forward onto their home, washing out the horrible nightmare.

Allen woke up in a sweat, panting. He felt a sense of relief, a weight coming off of his shoulders, and in his new found free feeling, he basked.

“Even the darkest nightmare fades when confronted.”

Nightmares and Dreamscapes Pt. 3

(18+ / Sexual Content)

The farmhouse appeared as it always did, but to William, something seemed… off. Fresh off of a day at the Command Center working, he walked casually across the broken down wooden bridge leading into Lakeshire, the sky above him turning dark into the night, the stars illuminating the lake and casting a soft glow over the fishing village. His weapon dragged into the dirt as he began walking up the dirt path that led to his farmstead, just a mile or so away from Lakeshire itself. William was supposed to be working late on this night, but, he decided he would come home anyway and surprise Evanyell. He hadn’t been able to see much of her lately as work was as busy as ever. Normally at this hour, a light would flow through the window near the kitchen of the home, where Evanyell cooked dinner for the family before William arrived from work. Not tonight, however. The house appeared as dark as the sky above it, and no noise could be heard but the sound of crickets chirping and woodland creatures sounding off their nightly calls. He thought to himself briefly but shrugged it off, opening up the fence that lead into his property.

The closer he got to the house, though, the more nervous he became. What was special about tonight that Evanyell would retire so early? Thinking her sick, he moved more quickly to the household until he reached the door, when he heard a most awful noise. From the second level of the home, the feint sound of groaning rang out through the wood of the house, through the air, and into his ears, and immediately he went into a fit of shock and rage. Quietly opening the door as he hands shook, he made his way into the house, and up the wooden staircase that led to the Master Bedroom above. Making his way down the hall, it appeared Philip was sleeping and the baby was in his crib, with the Master Bedroom door shut. He tiptoed the best he could, closer and closer until his fingertips touched upon the doorknob, gently turning it to let the door part from the wall. The sounds from within grew much louder, nearly drawing him to his knees as his fear manifested itself right before his eyes. In his own bed, he caught the view of Evanyell, naked and nestled under a man, moaning and shouting expletives as he penetrated her again and again as Allen looked on. His eyes froze in terror, his blood boiling with rage. Letting out a furious growl, Evanyell caught sight of him and yelped, pushing the man off of her and grabbing the sheets. Dumbfounded, the man whipped around. William knew him.

“I… I trusted you, Evanyell… How could you do this?”, he spat, tears nearly welling up in his eyes.

He instantly barreled forward and picked up the man by the skin of his neck, choking him as he carried him with one hand towards the window of his second-story bedroom, thrusting him forward with a ferocious toss, the man crashing through the glass with a whoosh of air and a crack, a loud thump heard as the man’s body slammed into the dirt at the foot of the house. He was in a rage, and he couldn’t get himself out of it. Over and over again in his mind, he played back what he just saw, making himself more upset each time he relived it. It was a vicious cycle. The fury built up within him, his fists clenching. He didn’t want to see the replay again, he wanted it to go away. His eyes closed, and the replays stopped. He wouldn’t relive this moment again. When he re-opened them, there was no man, there was no blood. The window was perfectly fine, and the glass was still in tact. He blinked rapidly and turned around, to see Evanyell in a silky nightgown with her hair down and her eyes squinted.

“Come back to bed, silly. I won’t be able to stay warm on my own, you know.”, she said with a giggle and a soft smile.

William sighed in relief, running a hand through his ebony hair, thinking to himself.

“She loves you, William… See? It’s all in your head. There is no other man, there is no cheating, nothing! Your wife is faithful to you, you must be faithful -back- and trust her.”

He smiled and moved forward, crawling into bed and taking Evanyell’s hand. As soon as their flesh touched, the window flew back open, wind rushing into the bedroom and causing everything to fly about, the roof coming loose of it’s reinforcements and flying into the air. From outside the window, a light purple shadow arose from the ground and dissipated into the air.

He awoke once more to an empty bed, a forehead caked in sweat, and a tear rolling down his cheek. The soft sound of Evanyell sleeping outside the door filled his head.

“…Nightmare.”

Nightmares and Dreamscapes Pt. 2

‘General William Allenforth’, read the nameplate on the front of his desk. He sat leaning back in his seat, looking across the wood-paneled room given to him as a good gesture by Stormwind Defense during the inception of the Stormwind City Reserves. Outside, he could hear the sound of battling combatants, vulgarities, and idle chatter from passersby commenting on the Command Center’s architecture and the etiquette of the soldiers. Overall, things had been going fairly well for the Reserves, who had taken up residence in Stormwind. Most of the populace accepted them, except for the majority of the criminal population that resided in Old Town and the Dwarven District. General Allenforth wasn’t exactly known as the most likable fellow, but generally, he got the job done.

While he sat, looking over paperwork, a repetition of knocks rang out through his room, a gruff voice calling out for him from outside his office.

“General Allenforth, I bid you open this door.”, said the voice of High General Marcus Jonathan, Leader of Stormwind Defense.

Jumping from his seat, he released himself from his chair and sprung to the door, opening it up quickly and giving the High General a sharp, accurate salute.

“Apologies, sir, what can I do for you on this day?”, said Allenforth.

High General Jonathan looked across at him sternly, mechanically stretching out a hand to Allenforth, a letter clutched in his grip. Looking over the letter hastily, Allenforth frowned deeply, sweat dripping down from his forehead as he read the words in his mind.

“General Allenforth, it is by my charge as High General to notify you that your review has been completed, and you are hereby removed from your position as General of the Stormwind City Reserves. While it is regretful to discharge you, it is necessary for the safety of Stormwind, and for the well-being of your soldiers. Your replacement will be Private Dreydan Ruin, whom filed the official complaint against you in days past.”

Regards,

High General Marcus Jonathan

His heart went cold and his hands clammy, his eyes rustily scanning over the paper, reading it again and again, unable to accept what he just read. Falling back a bit, he rested against the edge of his desk, peering over at the High General.

“S– sir?”, said Allenforth.

“I’m sorry, William Allenforth, but what’s done is done. You may pack your things as soon as I am finished.”

He turned to look at the items he had collected in his office over his time as General. Portraits of Evanyell, his children, fishing pole, records, everything. Giving another salute, he turned on a heel, beginning the process of packing up his things. He couldn’t believe it. How could he be sacked so easily, in such a short time over a complaint? Pressing the palms of his hands against his wooden desk, he stared down for a long time, thinking. Finally, he looked back up at Marcus Jonathan, and shook his head. Not this time. I am not lying down any longer. I fought hard for this position, and I am going to keep it, whether Dreydan Ruin likes it or not.

“No, sir, I cannot allow it. I earned this position, and I would like a fair shot at keeping it.”

Marcus Jonathan stared at him for a long moment, while Allenforth stood tall, and unmoving. The skin of Jonathan’s face began evaporating, and his features turned into a whispy purple. A wind overtook the room, flying the papers and other objects into the air. The roof broke free of it’s reinforcements and ascended into the sky, Marcus Jonathan now appearing as nothing but a shadow, a fragment, and floating up with it. The scenery of the nightmare shattered, leaving nothing but a wide-eyed Allenforth laying in bed, utterly shocked, and empowered, by what had occurred. More nightmares were to come, but on the next eve, another fear would be faced.

Nightmares and Dreamscapes Pt. 1

He had been lying in his bed for days, unable to sleep. The shock of his self betrayal was too much for him, and though the incident with Evanyell was what sent him overboard, he couldn’t help but feel horribly guilty seeing his wife how she was; her vibrant features now a dull, worried sadness. His children. He was lucky that did not know of his foul deed, of which he would now have to live with for the rest of his life. So there he lay, unable to sleep, to rest his weary eyes, and ultimately, unable to recover. Evanyell noticed this darkness in him, this unwavering cloud looming above the canopy of his bed. Shuffling over delicately to her potions cabinet, she pulled out a musty vial from the back of the bottom shelf. The contents inside were a sickly, deep green color, with a dark blue nestled down at the very bottoms of it. With a small frown, she bid Allen to open up his mouth. Reluctantly, he parted his lips, and she slid the liquid down his throat, a light sloshing noise sounding out as made it’s way through his digestive system. Evanyell drew the vial from his lips and placed it on the end table next to him, leaning down to kiss him softly on the forehead, whispering softly to him.

“Potion of Nightmares. William, I love you… but you are troubled, and I worry that if you don’t face whatever fears are locked up inside your mind, this will happen again. The confidence that you had when I met you has been bullied around and constricted by those fears, and with this potion, you’ll be forced to confront them. Good luck, my love. I know you’ll be able to conquer them.”

Patting his hair, she offered him a light smile, pressing another kiss to his forehead, exiting the room and heading towards the baby’s room right next to the Master Bedroom. William was bewildered, and slightly upset by her statement, but he knew it to be true. He thought quietly to himself as the potion worked it’s way through his system, daring him to face the challenges inside the vial.

“What if… what if I -can’t- defeat these fears– these nightmares? Will they… consume me? Stop it, William. That’s exactly what Evanyell is talking about. The old you would never question such things… You must remember your confidence.”

He tossed and turned in bed for nearly an hour until finally, he slipped into a deep, deep sleep, his body going limp and his mind lulling itself into relaxation. He felt himself slipping away further, and further, into a dreamscape– or what he thought was one.