Letters to God

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Date & Time: 5/9, 7PM-ish until PROBABLY LATE
Location: A BAR
Characters: Ashraf and Thass AND BARIYAN gets his own thread
Summary: Stop me if you've heard this one.  Two undead guys and a priest walk into a bar...  DRINKS. TALKIN ABOUT THE LIGHT AND PEOPLE AND STUFF.  BARIYAN AND THASS ARE GONNA HUG IT OUT maybe idk man don't look at me like that
Warnings: Mentions of death? I dunno!

[He made an effort to be punctual- to be honest, he liked having a schedule. He didn't like having nothing to do, his mind rarely wandered kind places, and not having a mission was unfamiliar. Even during the time between the Lich King's fall and his assignment to Andorhal, he could fill his days thinning the ranks of the undead that infested the Plaguelands.

But now...he didn't even have that.

Instead, he was turning his mind to the project of his farm. Though he had no intent of growing anything- if anything living could be grown by these hands, he added, bitterly- it was good to have a project. He had every intent of going back there, today, but Asraf's request to meet in the evening had given him an excuse to spend more time around the city.

So here he was, sitting in the same bar that he had met Bariyan, and ordering an ale for himself as he sat at the bar in his new clothes and with his swords sheathed on his back.]

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[Thassarian simply nods, and takes another drink.]

Hope you found them.

[He's not completely inept with people, but he's not one to poke at someone incessantly. That, and he's not the most perceptive beast when someone is keeping something from him.

A fair fault.]

Are you settling into your new housing okay?

[stonefaith]

Ah. [ Bariyan immediately cheers up at this change in subject. ] Yes. I'm very pleased with the new housing.

[ Or rather, he's pleased by his rooming situation. Now he can keep watch over Martin FOREVER AND EVER WITHOUT ANY PROBLEM AND MAKE SURE NO HARM COMES TO HIM, SUCH AS HARM IN THE FORM OF POTENTUAL GIRLFRIENDS.

And keep a closer eye on Koltira, too.

Ahem. ]

It'll be nice to have a stable room -- I mean, roommates who will stick around. I've gone through a good handful in my time here.

[ Man... he barely even remembers all of them. ]

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I've only had a few, thankfully. I'm thinking that my room is a waste right now, though...it's a bed that could be put to better use.

[He furrowed his brows.]

Do you sleep? I don't know if it's different for the undead of your world. We were forbidden from it...and maybe it's better that we don't.

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan shakes his head. ]

No. I don't sleep. Makes for some very lonely nights, sometimes. [ There's no bitterness or sadness in his voice: it's stated. It's a fact. ] Why do you say it's better?

[ After a moment's contemplation, he adds: ]

I miss it.

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I understand that.

[He looks down at his drink.]

I think it's best...we're done some awful things. I had a tough time with nightmares while I was alive...I don't trust I wouldn't have them now.

I miss it about the same as eating, I guess.

[Not that he couldn't eat. He knew well enough that he could- he could still feel putrid flesh in his mouth as he ate. Human flesh, from a corpse left to bloat and then be used for food.]

[stonefaith]

You've had some tough times, friend. [ And a treacherous voice in the back of Bariyan's head reminds him that a death knight's victims had it even tougher. It's probably true, but it's an ugly thought all the same; not one that Bariyan would actually say, now that he knows better.

He smiles instead. ]

I quite miss that, too.

But not much use in missing things, really.

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["Tough times". He's never really thought of it like that, exactly. Suffering was a way of life for a Death Knight, because to suffer meant you endured.

To be honest, he feels more that things have been worse for those around him- for those that have died, and those that survived him. Vivian, Leryssa, Koltira, how much more have they been subjected to because of him?]

No, there's not. Best thing I've learned is just to put my feet where they need to go, and keep walking.

[It wasn't easy, and he still faltered. He would always be a follower, and the time between Arthas's death and meeting Koltira again in Andorhal was more difficult than he wanted to admit.

He took a drink.]

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan nods, over his own drink, staring contemplatively at the shelf behind the bar. ]

I think that's the best way to go about things.

[ Which cheered him, slightly; or at least gave him some hope for his current predicament. Right... keep walking.

Pitcher and glass both empty now, Bariyan leaned back and sighed. ]

I think it's time for me to head back. I need to check on Martin.

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Martin, the boy?

[He made a gesture over the floor to indicate someone short.]

I spoke with him once. He seems like a good kid.

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan grinned at that gesture, as he started to swing himself off his seat. Yes. Tiny boy. Tiny boy in the process of growing, now.... ]

He is. [ His grins softens, becomes more fond than amused. ] He is a good child... and growing. I need to make sure he's eaten and that he's going to bed on time.

[ Once he's standing, Bariyan holds his hand out to Thassarian. ]

It's been a good night. Thank you.

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[He stands, holding out his hands for Bariyan to shake and, thanking for a second, pulls him close and gives him a one-armed hug. Patting him on the back, he lets him go after a moment.]

You take care of yourself, Bariyan. I'll see you again soon, hopefully.