Picking up my 300 Theme challenge again. Picked up with #10, which was "Sound the Bugle". My first thought was war, and 'sounding the alarm', and then I thought of that really sad song from Spirit [ [link] ] , and was like ;_;. And yeah, I know that song technically has a little pick-up hopefullness in the end of the lyrics, but still. I interpreted it.
This is kind of a what-if scenario, as in: What if the Last Defenders of Azeroth failed? What if Deathwing was successful, and Azeroth only had moments left? I think Syldra, in all her years, in all her wisdom, in all her prowess as a warrior, for every war she fought, and for everything she's done, it would all come down to basically being meaningless. In face of this meaningless-ness, I think she'd give up at the very last moment. I think she would patiently wait for oblivion, and be absolutely forlorn about it all. I think she would be consumed in those last moments by absolute despondence.
Thus, "Sound the bugle, now. Tell them I don't care."
"Captain Proudwing! You've left your post!"
Syldra turned tired, yellow eyes to the Cenarion emissary at her door. An ally from the front, it seemed. She looked the woman over, noted her tense stance, and said nothing. Instead the warrior turned back around, clasping her cloak and situating it over one shoulder, smoothing the silk with a plated hand.
"You're needed in Dragonblight... There's still time, if we can just-"
"Remember how I used to be?" Syldra said, quietly, as though she were talking to herself, her voice distant and soft with memory. "You should go home, and be with your children in these last hours."
The emissary furrowed her brow, and took a breath to speak, but stopped, at a loss for words, for a moment.
"You're ... you're a soldier! Fighting in a battle! You can't just..."
Syldra turned then, in all her finery, to face the woman darkening her door.
"I can't go on. I can't even start. I've got nothing left, just empty..." Syldra too trailed off at this, running a hand almost habitually over the silk of her cloak. She stared down at that hand, turned it over as if it were unfamiliar to her, as if she had not been attached to it for the past dozen millenia.
Syldra clenched her fist, savoring the familiar feel of the elaborately crafted, tiny plates on her fingers clink together. The armor had been her finest work, the product of centuries of craft and patience. Only fitting it should be her burial shroud.
"Sound the bugle, Aranna. Tell them I don't care."
Crappy spontaneous writing ftw!
Why Cenarion? Well, why not. I figure everyone probably came out to fight DW. Plus, I just.. kind of like that tabard. Whatevs. The whole thing is rather sad and depressing I think, but I kind of like it. I think my next prompt is happier, maybe?
Anyhoo, I took a stab at drawing a cloak. ...Not quite sure I like the result, but yay for learning moment. All in all I think Im okay with this one. Its a little smaller than I would have liked (some weird issue with sized screenshot... o.O) but oh wellsy.
Hooray for not actually being doomed! \o/ Syldra regularly kills DW in LFR. That whimp. (Not really an accomplishment, but still - not actually doomed.)
Here's some lyrics:
Sound the bugle now... play it just for me
As the seasons change... remember how I used to be
Now I can't go on...I can't even start
I've got nothing left... just an empty heart.
I'm a soldier... wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing more for me... lead me away
Or leave me lying here
Sound the bugle now... tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know that leads to anywhere
Without a light, I fear that I will stumble in the dark
Lay right down and decide not to go on
Then from on high, somewhere in the distance There's a voice that calls,
"Remember who you are... if you lose yourself,
Your courage soon will follow,
So be strong tonight... remember who you are"
Yeah, your a soldier now,
Fighting in a battle,
To be free once more.
Yeah, that's worth fighting for
Nelfs, deathwing, and certain doom (C) Blizzard
Syldra and Aranna (C) Meeee
That song (C) that guy.