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For any applicable character of choice, Wednesday Asks; IC: "Is it possible to truly forgive and forget?"

Noell leaned on the black iron chain of the tower as she surveyed the Valley of Strength, her purple eyes idly taking note of everything happening. Which was not a lot of anything and yet she still felt a prickling on the back of her neck seeing the wyverns flying by with the heavy tolling of the hourly gong. Four strikes.

One.

Howls of rage and hatred echoed in the air, a battle cry raging in the chaos of the burning of the Eversong. The Horde had come to Quel'thalas and they had brought the horrors of this war to their shores. A babe in a mother's arms, the sight of the burning trees were etched in a child's mind and heart. A flight to the capital to escape these monsters.

Two.

Howls of hunger and pain echoed in the air, a despairing cry echoing through the wastes of was the beautiful world she had grown up in. The ground was grey, the water turned to spit, and her people rising to kill those they loved. A girl growing up so fast to escape the end of the world as her world tried to tear her limb from limb.

Three.

Howls of the fallen and Scourge echoed in the air, a triumphant rally cry thundering throughout the ruined Ghostlands. Her sword flashed with new found power as she pressed on with comrades into the fray. Blood Knights, decked in crimson and gold, filled with the power of their people as they called forth the Light to destroy the ruinous creatures of their home. A woman fighting for a world that was theirs and would let no monster take it from them ever again.

Four.

Howls of the mournful and broken-hearts echoed in the air, the betrayed cry of a people who had put so much faith into one man. The Prince had betrayed them all. The well though corrupted and purged again was now blessed by a power they had all abused to the death of an immortal being. Guilt was as heavy as the past years they had watched the world end and start again. A soldier now stood as strong as she could despite a heart that was heavy with shame.

There was a thunk to her armored shoulder as Noell snapped back awake, her eyes blinking quickly as she stood up straight to come back to the present. Tugging at her red tabard, the woman would look to her right to find Nianani holding a steaming clay cup to her.

"Ya alrite dere?" The Zandalari would question with a tilt of her head, the cup gently taken away by her partner.

Noell just nodded and took a sip of the dark sludge within. Dark, rich, and bitter, reminded her of a lot of things she didn't want to admit. "Just dreaming."

There was an understanding nod in return as Nianani took a sip of her own. Lowering the cup down, she would speak again as she was never afraid to share with anyone. "Ya want ta talk bout it?"

There was a moment where she felt like she could unload it all. Doubts, fears, prejudices, and the shame of it all. But that wasn't the way. And it definitely wasn't the way of the sin'dorei. You dealt with your own problems. They were stronger than that.

Noell shook her head. Nianani nodded again as they both went back to watching the orange and purple skies of the Horde capital. Orgrimmar's finest.

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Orange and red light burst into being as Erik dusted his hands with a very satisfied look, nodding at his handy work. The spirits were with him tonight as he breathed in deeply to look out across the space of beach that quickly became the desert. It reminded him of home and comfort being with his old caravan. The smell of smoke, roasting scorpid, and soup pots abound to match the sounds of laughter, music, and family.

But he was alone now. Alone in a wide world. Nostalgia was a hell of a drug that he knew was a bad thing to grab onto.

Besides he wasn't all that alone.

A soft thump in the sand brought him too as he blinked his golden eyes and looked back over his shoulder. The gruesome orc he kind of called friend stood there, what he supposed was a grimace on the greenskin's face as he stretched out a bit.

"See what you can do with that," Sevlaz grumbled as squeezed and cracked his knuckles audibly.

Erik nodded as he padded over and picked up the bag, opening it with a curious sniff and then pulled it back with a face near to match that of Sev's.

"What?"

"I don't want this."

"Well," Sev tilted his head with a questionable frown to match the narrowing of his eyes. "It's all we got, and we're both hungry. So, make it work."

Erik shook his head. "Go catch some fish or something."

"What? No. Cook that."

"I don't like it!" Erik pressed back as he tossed the bag toward the orc's feat.

The look of confusion and speeding frustration on the old thief face made it very obvious that was not the answer to his 'foraging'. "That's not how this works. And how do you not like them?"

"I don't!"

"It's beans!"

Erik wanted to vomit as Sev call them out, shaking his head as he turned away to the ocean. "I agreed to help you with this job, you owe me and now you owe me proper food."

"It is food!" Sevlaz roared back, sweeping up the bag of beans and shaking them at the back of the vulpera. "They're gods damn beans! The mainstay of everyone! Cook em and eat em! Now!"

The cold shoulder could have caused a cold snap on all of Duratar as Erik didn't even move.

Which he should have as the bag of beans smashed into the back of his head with a loud thump. The yelp and fight that followed echoed across the desert.

It ended with the scent of roasting small fish.

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"Breathe in."

Darkness closed in around as the first breath was drawn in deeply. The rock beneath was hard and wet but offered a solid comfort as the air filled lungs. Dirt, smoke, and the sweet bits of moisture mingled upon the tongue from the deep inhale.

"Breathe out."

A wind of it's own was drawn out in a plume of anxiety, stress, and frustration as it cascaded from body out into the world. A weight lifted from his shoulders at the release to lift his spirit as much as his body causing his back to straighten to match the space made.

"Breathe in."

Oxygen again was sucked in a quiet inhale, measured and controlled to maintain the presence he had begun to craft. Muscles would tighten, core strengthened, and back firming as he continued to draw in the world. Embrace the world. See the world. Be one with the world. It was all so much, too much for a single vessel to contain but he had to try.

He had to see with eyes unclouded.

"Breathe out."

The rush happened again, expelling the world back into it's normal place and taking him with it. The body felt lighter and the spirit felt freed as it broke out from it's confines into a cool empty place beyond this shell.

"See, my child."

A vast sea of black stretched beyond any horizon he had known in his years, blanketed in a canvas of stars and colors. Purples. Blues. Pinks. Greens. A cornucopia of comfort and silence that continued on and on in this state. The astral sea was as beautiful as ever.

With the stars twinkling bright and bejeweled in the gentle swirl of the beyond, whatever form the spirit had taken began it's gentle gait into the ether. The idea of a fish was also a comforting concept, swimming lazily through the waters as the rush of currents was felt more than heard. Fins spread to guide through the proverbial waters as a tail would propel forward into the unknown in search of the question.

"Feel."

It was colder as the travels went deeper. A familiar icy grip beginning to tingle along scale and flesh of this form. Familiar was not in the pleasant manner either. The cold of the north gripped them tighter, icy winds, thick hard snow, and eyes all around. Blue eyes.

Dead eyes.

"Hear."

The wind blew and called even in the mystic waters they cut through. It was wild and burdened with a horrific past, cutting to the bone as much as the cold. Freezing the heart as much as the blood that struggled to continue to pump and warm the heart. Hopeless.

"Smell."

Roses. Dead roses. Musky, sweet, and sour like the kinds thrown to graves of the humans. All around them, floating through the water with petals of fading red to black. Swirling about in a frustrated storm of sorrow that continued to drown them.

"Taste."

Rot. Disgust. Unnatural. It made their insides twist and turn in revulsion to the real dusty flavors that flooded their mouth. It was the only warm thing they could remember, the sweetest meat that could have no equal. Nothing tasted as good as this. But never would be again, causing an ache to grow inside. Churning further and worming through them as as the ache twisted making his swim turn more into a thrash.

"What do you know?"

Death. It was all around. All consuming. All punishing. All transitioning. It hurt as much as it was wanted. It never stopped hurting. There was no wear to go. The cold was gripping them tighter. Holding them. Let me go. Let me go.

"Let me go!" Fenrag screamed as he fell into the red dirt of the Valley of Wisdom, his body drenched in cold sweat and eyes wild. His one hand was clawing at the ground as felt his insides tighten and flood upward.

Retching was the worst thing he could have done as he sat on his knees, his one hand holding him up as shakily as it could. A gently paw would sweep in from his empty side to steady him as he continued to expel everything he could have imagined consuming.

"There there my son, let it go. Let it go," another paw had joined the gently pandaren voice as it rubbed between his shoulders in comfort. "You swam too deep this time."

Coughing Fenrag would try to sit back, hoping he would feel better after vomiting. He did not.

"It was horrible," the orc choked out as he tried to blink away the memories of his meditation. If green could be a shade lighter, he would be that of autumn sage as from his usual emerald coloring.

Master Gato smiled sadly as he reached into his robe to pull out an old leather wine skin, popping the top and offering it to his apprentice. "It is but a taste of what they know. The Forsaken live like this always."

Fenrag took the skin and drank, cleaning his mouth out once with a spit before taking another swallow.

"Always and forever," Gato continued as he soothed the orc quietly.

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