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A Ward's Legacy

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A cold an bitter gale swept throughout the isle of Silver-Eye; sitting upon its dock with their legs dangling from the decrepit wooden planks was a plate adorned dame. Silver threads following the path the winds had set for them; parting and splaying over each pauldron as fierce and somber azure irises fixated upon the vast oceans. Within her lap sat a blue book; it looked fairly thin with a golden trim, the symbol of Lordaeron with a raven perched upon its upper portion. Staring longingly upon the still pristine literature; pulling the cover to the side and flipping the first few pages which mainly consisted of drawings of herself wearing overbearing armor and a huge hammer. A smirk formed upon her lips; soon after pulling off one of her gauntlets so that they didn't damage the parchment to turn the next page; actual literature striking the pages.

Dear Diary,

My first day as a Silver Hand recruit begins today. I'm so nervous, what will happen if I make a fool out of myself? I really don't want to be known as the incompetent girl that couldn't even hold her own blade mace without stumbling over. So long as we stick to prayers and answering a couple of questions I'll be fine, plus failure isn't the worst thing ever; mom told me so! 

 

Scanning over the parchment and to every single word etched upon the thick material she'd place her hand over it as a loud sigh escaped her lips; a cloud of frost following. She remembered those days all too well.

 

Hurried steps would rush past a cobblestone corridor; huffs and pants filling the air as a young woman hurried down the path all the while tugging and pulling gauntlets over each hand; flexing for good measure. Blonde and vibrant hair drifting through the winds as the flustered youth suddenly skid and nearly ran into a wagon as soon as a tall structure could be seen erecting within the center of a square. Standing outside of it a row of statues one would assume, but in reality, it was those that had begun their training to become Silver Hand paladins. People from around the kingdom all would stand around spaces that wouldn't interfere with introductions; curious to see the young adults that would see to their safety for the next coming years. Filling an empty space, the flustered recruit would stand upright; her simple wooden mace pressed to the earth beside her; clanging it about nervously.

Silence befell the square, then from the church came a very tall man coated entirely with thick steel and ornate metals that shined despite the Sun not quite casting over him. Short brown hair, warm emerald gaze, a brown full-beard and a smile to boot as he' stand in the center. Casting his gaze over each and every single one of them, then he'd give a loud guffaw and lifted his shimmering silver hammer above his head.

"Give it up for our promising students!"

The people would all begin to cheer at his cry; drowning out every single thought that the nervous recruit had at the time being, that was until the large man cast his shadow over her; slowly canting her head to look up to the man nervously.

"Now...it's time to evaluate you. I want you to take that mace and put as much power into it as you possibly can and hit me."


Eyes widening the woman would begin to stammer and protest but was stopped by a single digit to her lips; staring down at her now with confidence. She'd sigh; nodding as the recruits at her sides stood back in a line on each side. Taking her mace with each hand; fingers coiling around the polished wood she'd backpedal before finding ground to burst into a full spring toward her soon to be mentor. Winding the mace backward and with a loud cry striking upon the center of the chest-plate; upon contact, a loud snap followed and at first terror was her first reaction, that was until she realized the weight of her mace became a lot lighter. The head fell and clattered to the ground; the chest-piece unharmed as she stared up at the man who gave her the blankest and cold stare she had ever felt in her life...then he chuckled; then went to straight up laughing until at last taking a deep breath.

"Compassion is a good trait to have, miss Ward. However, most enemies of the Light will not hold back; nor will they relent in ending your own life. Do not feel sorrow for those you must judge, for their sins they have committed should and will be met with righteous fire."


The woman trembled for a moment before a forced sigh came from her lips; a determined stare looking him right back in the eyes.

"I will do my best to protect our home; Lord Holtdin."

A gauntlet would press to her hair and sift her hair about before moving to the next recruit; a smile creeping up on her lips as she soon collected the hammer-head and shaft; hugging them to her chest. This was going to be fun.

 

A loud and obnoxious cry from a gnome wearing a black trimmed hat broke her from her trance in that moment, glancing back and giving a grunt she'd ascend and close the diary; perhaps another time she'd regale herself...for now there were things to do.

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I wanted to make a thing for Elizabeth's backstory; I'm pretty much making things up as I go. I hope you enjoy.

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