[Clys]
It was an interesting night. Karkarov, my dear brother in The
Grim, wished to see the prisoner, and so I had Kittsu fetch
Lovely from her prison and bring her to an upper room I had
prepared for the meeting. Lovely was worried that there might be
more torture involved, yet she remained submissive, declaring her
love for me again, and telling me that she belonged to me, and
would submit herself to my desires, whatever they were. I almost
begin to like her. She has the proper respect, at any rate.
Her healing powers are extraordinary. She had already completely
healed from her previous examinations, even regrowing her leg
bone and hair. Only the brand which I placed upon her neck
remains, and she admitted that she will never be able to remove
it. She is marked forever as mine, and she accepts this.
Karkarov, having been a paladin when he was alive, was most
interested in questioning Lovely. He had her drink some wine
mixed with the blood of a human priest. She did so without
difficulty, and he said that it proved that she was definitely
corrupted. A true paladin would not have been able to drink it,
he said. He was quite excited about it, and said that he thought
she might be the key to creating a true dark knight, who would
have the power of the divine, yet able to turn it to evil in
service to the Horde and The Grim. He felt that it might be a
waste to allow her to be destroyed.
While I see his point, I have already promised her to the RAS,
and I will not back out on that promise. My ties to the RAS are
too important, as is my allegiance to The Grim and Father
Maledictus. She will be delivered to the Undercity at the
promised time.
As we neared the end of Karkarov's interrogations, we heard a
scuffling outside the building. I immediately had Lovely remove
herself to our hiding spot and secured her there behind the magic
portal. It was a good move, for within moments three of the
Blades of Lordaeron appeared, obviously looking for her.
Not finding her present, they stood about for a bit, unsure of
what to do. As we were in Horde lands, they were powerless to
attack us, and we chose to simply taunt them. I cuddled up to
Celethorn, pretending to flirt with him, knowing that nothing
could possibly disgust him more. It was quite amusing, really.
After a while, we left the place and returned to the Undercity,
which we have decided to make our home now that the rules are
more relaxed.
I shall have to find another meeting place for the next
examination, I suppose. I wouldn't want it to be interrupted by
nosey humans.
As for Lovely, she remains in my power, and although I wouldn't
say she is enjoying it, she knows her place and she intends to
submit to whatever I have in store. I even told her that she was
destined soon for death, but that did not change her attitude in
the slightest. I will move her closer to the Undercity in the
next couple of days, so that the delivery will be easier to
accomplish. I expect that her friends and comrades in the
Alliance will not be as submissive as she.
They may try to stop us. Let them come.
[Lovely]
After a while, we left the place and returned to the Undercity,
which we have decided to make our home now that the rules are
more relaxed.
I shall have to find another meeting place for the next
examination, I suppose. I wouldn't want it to be interrupted by
nosey humans.
As for Lovely, she remains in my power, and although I wouldn't
say she is enjoying it, she knows her place and she intends to
submit to whatever I have in store. I even told her that she was
destined soon for death, but that did not change her attitude in
the slightest. I will move her closer to the Undercity in the
next couple of days, so that the delivery will be easier to
accomplish. I expect that her friends and comrades in the
Alliance will not be as submissive as she.
They may try to stop us. Let them come.
The Immortalis by Danlily/Clys
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[Alucian]
Alucian stood silently at an invisible line of taint in the
grass, collecting himself for the task ahead. Behind him rested
the green lands of Hillsbrad, and before him, the slowly dying
grove named Silverpine. He could feel the sickly taint of the
land, as if the old capital of Lordaeron had oozed its disease
from its very walls to infest the lands around it. Alucian didn't
like this kind of place...but he had volunteered for the task,
and would see it to the end.
Taking a deep breath, he summoned the Cat spirit and felt himself
take its form. He knew Silverpine Forest was a large forest
indeed, and the information they had was sketchy at best...but he
could still see his love's pleading eyes when he suggested he
might try to find where they were hiding the captured paladin,
Lovely.
Quietly, he shook his head, fur rustling softly. For you,
Kurohane...I will see this mission through successfully.
Instinctively, Alucian became one with the shadows and crept over
the dying grass surrounding the first city he intended to search:
Ambermill. The wizards and guards of Dalaran still inhabited the
city, and Alucian felt a momentary pang of pity for them. They
seemed green and ill-equipped...almost as if they were simply
waiting for the Horde now dwelling in these lands to come and
slay them. He sent a quick prayer to Elune to give them her
grace, then continued forward.
The main complex of the city rose before him, a great stone
structure surrounded by a large wall, making only one doorway in
or out of the encircled area. Alucian paused briefly, recognizing
that it meant if he was found he'd likely not have any way to
escape, but felt the risk was warranted. After all, what were the
chances of him finding the location so quickly?
Alucian moved through the doorway, little more than a shadow, and
paused before the great structure's main doorway. With a little
difficulty, he began to perform the training he'd recently
learned from his higher Druidic brethren, and felt around him for
the living beings in the area. It would be hard to differentiate
between the usual Ambermill occupants and anyone else that might
not belong there, but so far, those were all he found.
Suddenly, Alucian became aware of a powerful presence behind him.
He whipped around to find, to his utter horror, an undead warlock
perched upon a menacing dreadsteed. It took all of Alucian's
control to keep from bolting then and there, but he managed to
stick to the shadows and crept to the backside of the stone
building instead. Cautiously, he peeked around the corner, eyeing
the entranceway that the warlock still inhabited.
Please, Elune...please let her not have seen me...
Thankfully, Elune was listening to his prayers, for the warlock
eventually turned and left the portal free and clear. Alucian bit
back a sigh, then decided it would be best to take this
opportunity to leave as quickly as possible.
Except... Did I just hear a...night elf?
Alucian slipped behind the building and to the left, to another
wooden two-story building that had eluded his attention before. A
large room sat in the back of the second story, its equally large
windows left open to the breeze.
Gutteral Orcish issued from the window. Alucian tensed, ready to
dash away at a moment's notice. But then, he felt it. Holy
power...unlike the power of Elune...which could only be...the
Light! Yes! A paladin is in that room...it must be Lovely!
He also sensed another presence...one not unlike his own.
Druidic? No...impossible. I can't be sensing that right.
The Orcish wafted down from the window again, and the same female
voice he'd heard before seemingly translated the gibberish.
Another female voice answered...and his suspicions were
confirmed. He had found Lovely and her captors after all.
This was a singular opportunity. From what the female night elf
said, they were waiting on someone to see Lovely...perhaps now,
all the questions everyone had had in these last weeks would
finally be answered. Alucian had no hope of actually going
inside, or seeing through the window...so instead, he climbed up
on the stone foundation underneath the room's overhang (did his
claws always make that much noise?) and tried to still even his
heart from beating for fear of being found. Every name that was
spoken, every fact that was translated, he committed them all to
memory. Every gory detail that turned Alucian's stomach was
burned in his mind.
The meeting stretched on much longer than Alucian thought it
would. He spared a nervous glance to the sky, marking the change.
It was long past the time he was supposed to return, and Kurohane
would be terribly worried. She might even try to come find him.
Oh Elune...please, let her not come here...
Alucian returned to concentrating as hard as he could, listening
to every scrap of information he could hear floating from the
window above him. He concentrated so intently, in fact, that when
the human and dwarf stumbled around the corner of the building,
he very nearly leaped right out of his purple-furred skin.
Their tabards marked them as members of the Blades of Lordaeron.
They spoke little, but from what it sounded like, they may have
happened upon this site accidentally in a blanket search for
Forsaken. Alucian cursed silently. What horrible timing...they
would definitely move Lovely now. He had all the information
they'd spoken, but their ace was now effectively ripped from
their hands.
The meeting was over. The Blades had entered the upstairs room
and Lovely plainly was not there anymore. Alucian would learn
nothing else of use, and only risked being seen by staying.
During the commotion the Blades were causing, Alucian slipped
around the side of the house and through the open stone entryway.
Once he felt he was far enough away, he left the shadows and
raced back toward Southshore as fast as his legs could carry him.
It was a pitifully small victory, Alucian felt, but at least it
was one victory more than they had before.
Alucian stood silently at an invisible line of taint in the
grass, collecting himself for the task ahead. Behind him rested
the green lands of Hillsbrad, and before him, the slowly dying
grove named Silverpine. He could feel the sickly taint of the
land, as if the old capital of Lordaeron had oozed its disease
from its very walls to infest the lands around it. Alucian didn't
like this kind of place...but he had volunteered for the task,
and would see it to the end.
Taking a deep breath, he summoned the Cat spirit and felt himself
take its form. He knew Silverpine Forest was a large forest
indeed, and the information they had was sketchy at best...but he
could still see his love's pleading eyes when he suggested he
might try to find where they were hiding the captured paladin,
Lovely.
Quietly, he shook his head, fur rustling softly. For you,
Kurohane...I will see this mission through successfully.
Instinctively, Alucian became one with the shadows and crept over
the dying grass surrounding the first city he intended to search:
Ambermill. The wizards and guards of Dalaran still inhabited the
city, and Alucian felt a momentary pang of pity for them. They
seemed green and ill-equipped...almost as if they were simply
waiting for the Horde now dwelling in these lands to come and
slay them. He sent a quick prayer to Elune to give them her
grace, then continued forward.
The main complex of the city rose before him, a great stone
structure surrounded by a large wall, making only one doorway in
or out of the encircled area. Alucian paused briefly, recognizing
that it meant if he was found he'd likely not have any way to
escape, but felt the risk was warranted. After all, what were the
chances of him finding the location so quickly?
Alucian moved through the doorway, little more than a shadow, and
paused before the great structure's main doorway. With a little
difficulty, he began to perform the training he'd recently
learned from his higher Druidic brethren, and felt around him for
the living beings in the area. It would be hard to differentiate
between the usual Ambermill occupants and anyone else that might
not belong there, but so far, those were all he found.
Suddenly, Alucian became aware of a powerful presence behind him.
He whipped around to find, to his utter horror, an undead warlock
perched upon a menacing dreadsteed. It took all of Alucian's
control to keep from bolting then and there, but he managed to
stick to the shadows and crept to the backside of the stone
building instead. Cautiously, he peeked around the corner, eyeing
the entranceway that the warlock still inhabited.
Please, Elune...please let her not have seen me...
Thankfully, Elune was listening to his prayers, for the warlock
eventually turned and left the portal free and clear. Alucian bit
back a sigh, then decided it would be best to take this
opportunity to leave as quickly as possible.
Except... Did I just hear a...night elf?
Alucian slipped behind the building and to the left, to another
wooden two-story building that had eluded his attention before. A
large room sat in the back of the second story, its equally large
windows left open to the breeze.
Gutteral Orcish issued from the window. Alucian tensed, ready to
dash away at a moment's notice. But then, he felt it. Holy
power...unlike the power of Elune...which could only be...the
Light! Yes! A paladin is in that room...it must be Lovely!
He also sensed another presence...one not unlike his own.
Druidic? No...impossible. I can't be sensing that right.
The Orcish wafted down from the window again, and the same female
voice he'd heard before seemingly translated the gibberish.
Another female voice answered...and his suspicions were
confirmed. He had found Lovely and her captors after all.
This was a singular opportunity. From what the female night elf
said, they were waiting on someone to see Lovely...perhaps now,
all the questions everyone had had in these last weeks would
finally be answered. Alucian had no hope of actually going
inside, or seeing through the window...so instead, he climbed up
on the stone foundation underneath the room's overhang (did his
claws always make that much noise?) and tried to still even his
heart from beating for fear of being found. Every name that was
spoken, every fact that was translated, he committed them all to
memory. Every gory detail that turned Alucian's stomach was
burned in his mind.
The meeting stretched on much longer than Alucian thought it
would. He spared a nervous glance to the sky, marking the change.
It was long past the time he was supposed to return, and Kurohane
would be terribly worried. She might even try to come find him.
Oh Elune...please, let her not come here...
Alucian returned to concentrating as hard as he could, listening
to every scrap of information he could hear floating from the
window above him. He concentrated so intently, in fact, that when
the human and dwarf stumbled around the corner of the building,
he very nearly leaped right out of his purple-furred skin.
Their tabards marked them as members of the Blades of Lordaeron.
They spoke little, but from what it sounded like, they may have
happened upon this site accidentally in a blanket search for
Forsaken. Alucian cursed silently. What horrible timing...they
would definitely move Lovely now. He had all the information
they'd spoken, but their ace was now effectively ripped from
their hands.
The meeting was over. The Blades had entered the upstairs room
and Lovely plainly was not there anymore. Alucian would learn
nothing else of use, and only risked being seen by staying.
During the commotion the Blades were causing, Alucian slipped
around the side of the house and through the open stone entryway.
Once he felt he was far enough away, he left the shadows and
raced back toward Southshore as fast as his legs could carry him.
It was a pitifully small victory, Alucian felt, but at least it
was one victory more than they had before.
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[Feeorn]
Feorn's search for Sammuel was going badly. The young warrior had
lost his path, obviously lead astray by his sister, Feorn
couldn't stand the thought of one who he was supposed to be a
chaplain to being so irrevocably tainted. But, It had happened.
Feorn would have to end Sammuel's existance, saving him from
Undeath.
"Silverpine forest, Mark. Your namesake is buried here...Suffered
the same fate as Sammuel..." Feorn said to the little wood frog
trailing him.
In his search through the forest Feorn had talked to many Dalaran
magic-users and much as he disdained magic talked to them. It
seemed that something was going on in Ambermill, The mages
weren't quite sure what was happening but something was obviously
amiss. Feorn decided to investigate.
Trudging through the ruins of the small fort he saw one house
that the mages were avoiding. Moving closer he heard voices.
Three he could not understand, one quite obviously Darnassian and
one that just had the right tone of piety to be a paladin. He
couldn't make out what was said.
"Well Mark, We're quite outnumbered here...Let's shout out, see
if anyone friendly is around...We're pretty close to Hillsbrad
and I doubt these mages will help much."
Celethorn, by coincidence was in the area and came running when
Feorn yelled: "Here! Help!". Celethorn came and with him, Torold.
After a quick conference they decided to go in, afterall this
could have something to do with that paladin, who from Feorns's
understanding of the situation should be left to rot. After a
quick examination of the ground floor they moved upstairs, heard
some shuffling and ran up to the door. Hoping to find Sammuel,
Feorn was very disappointed when all he found was a couple of
lousy unclean Forsaken and a Troll. While they made several
unwelcome advances they never broke the cease-fire, leaving us
honour-bound not to attack them ((Flag more.)).
After the filth left, they told Torold to stay behind and keep
watch for a few hours, Feorn and Sanrin relieved Torold around
midnight and had an interesting converation..
[Lovely]
Lovely lay on her back in the basin of warm water. Clys had begun
preparing her for the trip to The Undercity, and wanted to make
sure she looked appropriate for them. As Clys stood and watched,
Lovely cleaned herself, wiping away the grime of the past few
days. Lovely's hands moved slowly, as if she was trying to take
her time, and then one of them came to a rest on the back of her
neck.
Using her fingers, Lovely traced the symbol that Clys had branded
her with. This symbol bothered Lovely, because throughout her
humiliating ordeal, this was the one thing that remained. It
would always remain, even if Lovely somehow lived through the
events that unfolded. This brand was Clys' power over Lovely. She
had made Lovely hers, and had taken Lovely's innocence as well as
her freedom.
No matter if she escaped, or even killed her enemies, she would
always have the memory of what Clys had made her, and what she
had done to her. As a tear fell along Lovely's cheek, Clys
stepped closer and caught it on the tip of her finger. She held
the finger out, allowing the tear to drip off of it, into the
basin, where it created small ripples that lapped gently against
Lovely's bare skin.
As Lovely finished with her bath, she stood in the basin. Clys
motioned her to come forward, and Lovely stepped from the tub and
knelt before her mistress. Clys ran a bony hand through her hair,
almost lovingly, before snapping her fingers closed and arching
Lovely's head back sharply. She then bent down and sunk her fangs
into Lovely's neck, tasting the nectar of her blood for several
seconds. Lovely's back arched along with her head as the undead
rogue drank her blood and ran her free hand along her naked body.
This was pain, but yet pleasure at the same time. Confusion and
anger ran through Lovely's fragile mind as she struggled to break
free.
When finished, Clys licked the neck wound clean and kissed Lovely
full on the mouth. "Its a pity, my dear," she said in a whispery
voice. "I'm almost going to miss you."
Clys lowered Lovely to the ground, where Lovely lay still except
for a slight sobbing sound. Clys then opened a box and tossed
something to Lovely. It was a white wedding dress, spotlessly
clean and beautiful. Only a slight bit of dried blood around its
neck area made it less than perfect.
Clys pointed at the dress. "Put this on, Lovely. You are soon to
be married to Death."
Feorn's search for Sammuel was going badly. The young warrior had
lost his path, obviously lead astray by his sister, Feorn
couldn't stand the thought of one who he was supposed to be a
chaplain to being so irrevocably tainted. But, It had happened.
Feorn would have to end Sammuel's existance, saving him from
Undeath.
"Silverpine forest, Mark. Your namesake is buried here...Suffered
the same fate as Sammuel..." Feorn said to the little wood frog
trailing him.
In his search through the forest Feorn had talked to many Dalaran
magic-users and much as he disdained magic talked to them. It
seemed that something was going on in Ambermill, The mages
weren't quite sure what was happening but something was obviously
amiss. Feorn decided to investigate.
Trudging through the ruins of the small fort he saw one house
that the mages were avoiding. Moving closer he heard voices.
Three he could not understand, one quite obviously Darnassian and
one that just had the right tone of piety to be a paladin. He
couldn't make out what was said.
"Well Mark, We're quite outnumbered here...Let's shout out, see
if anyone friendly is around...We're pretty close to Hillsbrad
and I doubt these mages will help much."
Celethorn, by coincidence was in the area and came running when
Feorn yelled: "Here! Help!". Celethorn came and with him, Torold.
After a quick conference they decided to go in, afterall this
could have something to do with that paladin, who from Feorns's
understanding of the situation should be left to rot. After a
quick examination of the ground floor they moved upstairs, heard
some shuffling and ran up to the door. Hoping to find Sammuel,
Feorn was very disappointed when all he found was a couple of
lousy unclean Forsaken and a Troll. While they made several
unwelcome advances they never broke the cease-fire, leaving us
honour-bound not to attack them ((Flag more.)).
After the filth left, they told Torold to stay behind and keep
watch for a few hours, Feorn and Sanrin relieved Torold around
midnight and had an interesting converation..
[Lovely]
Lovely lay on her back in the basin of warm water. Clys had begun
preparing her for the trip to The Undercity, and wanted to make
sure she looked appropriate for them. As Clys stood and watched,
Lovely cleaned herself, wiping away the grime of the past few
days. Lovely's hands moved slowly, as if she was trying to take
her time, and then one of them came to a rest on the back of her
neck.
Using her fingers, Lovely traced the symbol that Clys had branded
her with. This symbol bothered Lovely, because throughout her
humiliating ordeal, this was the one thing that remained. It
would always remain, even if Lovely somehow lived through the
events that unfolded. This brand was Clys' power over Lovely. She
had made Lovely hers, and had taken Lovely's innocence as well as
her freedom.
No matter if she escaped, or even killed her enemies, she would
always have the memory of what Clys had made her, and what she
had done to her. As a tear fell along Lovely's cheek, Clys
stepped closer and caught it on the tip of her finger. She held
the finger out, allowing the tear to drip off of it, into the
basin, where it created small ripples that lapped gently against
Lovely's bare skin.
As Lovely finished with her bath, she stood in the basin. Clys
motioned her to come forward, and Lovely stepped from the tub and
knelt before her mistress. Clys ran a bony hand through her hair,
almost lovingly, before snapping her fingers closed and arching
Lovely's head back sharply. She then bent down and sunk her fangs
into Lovely's neck, tasting the nectar of her blood for several
seconds. Lovely's back arched along with her head as the undead
rogue drank her blood and ran her free hand along her naked body.
This was pain, but yet pleasure at the same time. Confusion and
anger ran through Lovely's fragile mind as she struggled to break
free.
When finished, Clys licked the neck wound clean and kissed Lovely
full on the mouth. "Its a pity, my dear," she said in a whispery
voice. "I'm almost going to miss you."
Clys lowered Lovely to the ground, where Lovely lay still except
for a slight sobbing sound. Clys then opened a box and tossed
something to Lovely. It was a white wedding dress, spotlessly
clean and beautiful. Only a slight bit of dried blood around its
neck area made it less than perfect.
Clys pointed at the dress. "Put this on, Lovely. You are soon to
be married to Death."
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[Kurohane]
Kurohane felt literally ill. What Alucian had described to her of
the meeting he witnessed in Silverpine the night before turned
her stomach and crushed at her heart. She had only shared part of
it with Liadain – the part she felt was the most relevant. Some
aspects she simply wished to forget and certainly not give voice
to. Lovely already had enough condemning her. The huntress wanted
her freed, saved and returned to her proper place – not locked
away as a mentally ill criminal. Only the confirmation that
Lovely was, in fact, cursed truly pushed Kurohane on to following
this mission through. She shuddered slightly as her love’s words
echoed in her mind once more. I nearly bore witness to… unnatural
acts. She had clarified, much to her dismay, that those acts
seemed to be ones of lust. Wincing, she pushed her
barey-touched-omelete away.
We won’t give up so long as there is hope… another voice
whispered from her memory. Liadain’s smile over the mug of ale
they had shared the night before accompanied the words. The human
rogue had become a fast friend – one that Kurohane had quickly
come to trust in many, many matters both of friendship and
battle. No, they would not give up hope. They would rescue the
paladin, cleanse her of the corruption those damnable horde had
tainted her with – somehow, some way. She would never give up.
She couldn’t.
That did not change the other facts from the previous evening,
though. Lovely had been found, but the plan for her rescue has
gone astray – much due to the there fool-headed men, as she and
Liadain had called them. It was inevitable that Lovely had been
moved by now, whisked away to some new location – and it was
inevitable that The Grim knew the hunt was on. But the question
was, did they know who all was truly involved? Conidivh’s name
had been on the lips of more tongues than she wished among the
ranks of the Alliance – and it seemed her own name was starting
to be as well. Did the horde know them? Did they suspect what was
being orchestrated?
She stared vacantly at her now cold eggs, her tea having long
since taken on a winter chill. Slowly, she stood, slinging her
cloak back into place on her shoulders and leaving her untouched
meal on the table as she exited the inn to the streets of
Stormwind. There was much to do – information to be gathered,
plans to be made, contacts to be informed, a friend to be
rescued. Oh yes, she would be rescued. I know I need help… The
wind whispered the words Lovely had confided in her what seemed
forever ago now.
“My aid is yours,” Kurohane whispered back to it, “if I have to
swim through corpses to bring it.”
[Lovely]
Lovely sat in the dank basement, contemplating the future. The
white ripples from her wedding gown spread in a circle around
her, and from above she looked like a flower of silken white.
Thoughts raced through her head about the events which would
unfold, and she began to question things.
Suddenly, a bright light enveloped her. She basked in it for
several minutes, its soothing embrace comforting her.
After it vanished, Lovely stood and stretched. The light had said
nothing to her, but it had cleansed her. Now, on this fateful
day, she thought more clearly than she had in the past several
months. She knew what would happen next, and what she must do.
Her demon consumed, Lovely embraced the power of the light and
readied herself for the coming battle.....
[Danlily]
A golden haired half troll nails a poster on the walls outside
the banks of Orgrimmar, Thunderbluff, and finally on the outer
bank wall of Undercity. It reads:
“Honorable Guild Leaders,
Some of you may not know me so let me introduce myself. I am
Danlily DeStrasza, First Slave of the Mistress Clys of House
Nex`Cruor. I am a huntress, an engineer, and I have earned my
Medical Doctorate in Arathi Highlands.
My Mistress Clys has been working closely with the honorable
Royal Apothecary Society and the time has come for her to fulfill
a promise she made to them. She intends to deliver a paladin
woman alive to them this day so that they may extract the
paladin’s heart and brain from her living body, in the hopes to
capture the life spark within those organs for whatever their
reason.
It has come to my attention through my sistered-slave, Kittsu and
through her slave, that there are several Alliance guilds that
intend to keep my Mistress Clys from delivering on her promise to
the RAS. Therefore, we are in need of your help.
If you are loyal to the Horde cause, if you have ties to the RAS,
for whatever reasons, we ask that you contact either Mistress
Clys or my daughter, Danlyra, today; the earlier the better so as
to organize your troops. I fear that I cannot be contacted until
it is time to move the paladin as I am behind the portal guarding
her.
Proud member of The Grim,
Danlily DeStrasza
Kurohane felt literally ill. What Alucian had described to her of
the meeting he witnessed in Silverpine the night before turned
her stomach and crushed at her heart. She had only shared part of
it with Liadain – the part she felt was the most relevant. Some
aspects she simply wished to forget and certainly not give voice
to. Lovely already had enough condemning her. The huntress wanted
her freed, saved and returned to her proper place – not locked
away as a mentally ill criminal. Only the confirmation that
Lovely was, in fact, cursed truly pushed Kurohane on to following
this mission through. She shuddered slightly as her love’s words
echoed in her mind once more. I nearly bore witness to… unnatural
acts. She had clarified, much to her dismay, that those acts
seemed to be ones of lust. Wincing, she pushed her
barey-touched-omelete away.
We won’t give up so long as there is hope… another voice
whispered from her memory. Liadain’s smile over the mug of ale
they had shared the night before accompanied the words. The human
rogue had become a fast friend – one that Kurohane had quickly
come to trust in many, many matters both of friendship and
battle. No, they would not give up hope. They would rescue the
paladin, cleanse her of the corruption those damnable horde had
tainted her with – somehow, some way. She would never give up.
She couldn’t.
That did not change the other facts from the previous evening,
though. Lovely had been found, but the plan for her rescue has
gone astray – much due to the there fool-headed men, as she and
Liadain had called them. It was inevitable that Lovely had been
moved by now, whisked away to some new location – and it was
inevitable that The Grim knew the hunt was on. But the question
was, did they know who all was truly involved? Conidivh’s name
had been on the lips of more tongues than she wished among the
ranks of the Alliance – and it seemed her own name was starting
to be as well. Did the horde know them? Did they suspect what was
being orchestrated?
She stared vacantly at her now cold eggs, her tea having long
since taken on a winter chill. Slowly, she stood, slinging her
cloak back into place on her shoulders and leaving her untouched
meal on the table as she exited the inn to the streets of
Stormwind. There was much to do – information to be gathered,
plans to be made, contacts to be informed, a friend to be
rescued. Oh yes, she would be rescued. I know I need help… The
wind whispered the words Lovely had confided in her what seemed
forever ago now.
“My aid is yours,” Kurohane whispered back to it, “if I have to
swim through corpses to bring it.”
[Lovely]
Lovely sat in the dank basement, contemplating the future. The
white ripples from her wedding gown spread in a circle around
her, and from above she looked like a flower of silken white.
Thoughts raced through her head about the events which would
unfold, and she began to question things.
Suddenly, a bright light enveloped her. She basked in it for
several minutes, its soothing embrace comforting her.
After it vanished, Lovely stood and stretched. The light had said
nothing to her, but it had cleansed her. Now, on this fateful
day, she thought more clearly than she had in the past several
months. She knew what would happen next, and what she must do.
Her demon consumed, Lovely embraced the power of the light and
readied herself for the coming battle.....
[Danlily]
A golden haired half troll nails a poster on the walls outside
the banks of Orgrimmar, Thunderbluff, and finally on the outer
bank wall of Undercity. It reads:
“Honorable Guild Leaders,
Some of you may not know me so let me introduce myself. I am
Danlily DeStrasza, First Slave of the Mistress Clys of House
Nex`Cruor. I am a huntress, an engineer, and I have earned my
Medical Doctorate in Arathi Highlands.
My Mistress Clys has been working closely with the honorable
Royal Apothecary Society and the time has come for her to fulfill
a promise she made to them. She intends to deliver a paladin
woman alive to them this day so that they may extract the
paladin’s heart and brain from her living body, in the hopes to
capture the life spark within those organs for whatever their
reason.
It has come to my attention through my sistered-slave, Kittsu and
through her slave, that there are several Alliance guilds that
intend to keep my Mistress Clys from delivering on her promise to
the RAS. Therefore, we are in need of your help.
If you are loyal to the Horde cause, if you have ties to the RAS,
for whatever reasons, we ask that you contact either Mistress
Clys or my daughter, Danlyra, today; the earlier the better so as
to organize your troops. I fear that I cannot be contacted until
it is time to move the paladin as I am behind the portal guarding
her.
Proud member of The Grim,
Danlily DeStrasza
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[Lupen]
Lupen sat in the inn, a common place for Horde adventurers to
relax and converse. Lupen was normally seen reading his tome, or
sipping a bit of ale... Not today.
Lupen sat in the darkest corner of the busy tavern; he sat with
his head buried in his hands... He sat wondering, thinking,
brooding. "Will this be a success? No... No... We won't win... We
have no chance..." He thought while cracking his knuckles. Lupen
was never an optimist, but this was very pessimistic, even for
him.
"She will die..." He whispered to himself. "She will die before
she reaches my beloved Undercity..." His eye twitched as he stood
up and readied his equipment. "She will die slowly...
Painfully... By my hand." Lupen slowly lurched out of the tavern,
blood on his mind, anger in his soul.
[Karkarov]
Once more in his room in the Rest in Peace Karkarov idly stirred
the blood sitting in his wine cup with a taloned finger. Many
thought ran through his mind in preperation for the upcoming
battle with the alliance and the escort of Lovely to the
Undercity. One thing was clear to him though, and rang out quite
true.... Alliance, Paladin, no matter what she was, there was
also a demon inside Lovely. A Demon that could take contol under
the right conditions, and it would then be a Demon that would be
capable of wiedling divine power and serving the horde....
Scowling Karkarov smashed the glass beneath his mailed fist
letting the blood drip over the table and to the floor. Standing
he walked to the door and girded his two handed battle sword. One
thing was clear to him as he left his room....
The Paladin must not die, at least.... not yet.
Lupen sat in the inn, a common place for Horde adventurers to
relax and converse. Lupen was normally seen reading his tome, or
sipping a bit of ale... Not today.
Lupen sat in the darkest corner of the busy tavern; he sat with
his head buried in his hands... He sat wondering, thinking,
brooding. "Will this be a success? No... No... We won't win... We
have no chance..." He thought while cracking his knuckles. Lupen
was never an optimist, but this was very pessimistic, even for
him.
"She will die..." He whispered to himself. "She will die before
she reaches my beloved Undercity..." His eye twitched as he stood
up and readied his equipment. "She will die slowly...
Painfully... By my hand." Lupen slowly lurched out of the tavern,
blood on his mind, anger in his soul.
[Karkarov]
Once more in his room in the Rest in Peace Karkarov idly stirred
the blood sitting in his wine cup with a taloned finger. Many
thought ran through his mind in preperation for the upcoming
battle with the alliance and the escort of Lovely to the
Undercity. One thing was clear to him though, and rang out quite
true.... Alliance, Paladin, no matter what she was, there was
also a demon inside Lovely. A Demon that could take contol under
the right conditions, and it would then be a Demon that would be
capable of wiedling divine power and serving the horde....
Scowling Karkarov smashed the glass beneath his mailed fist
letting the blood drip over the table and to the floor. Standing
he walked to the door and girded his two handed battle sword. One
thing was clear to him as he left his room....
The Paladin must not die, at least.... not yet.
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[Redburn]
As Felicia walks to her study, she stumbles and falls to her
knees. "No, this cannot be,"She shreaks," I can no longer feel
Lovely. She has somehow freed herself from my curse before I am
ready!!"
"No, this WILL NOT HAPPEN. The Grim must succeed in taking her to
UnderCity. I must gather as much of The Crimson Watch as is
available to help the Grim." Felicia turns and runs for
Morghoul's chambers. "I know that the Rogues of the Watch have an
assignment for today, but maybe I can gather some of the others."
"I hope that is the case, because Lovely has not suffered enough
yet."
[Danlily]
Danlily looked into her goblet, swirling it as she thought over
the events of the long day. She and her daughter, Danlyra, had
made many contacts among the horde for help. The spies had told
them that there were members of three Alliance guilds that would
be trying to keep her Mistress Clys from honoring their promise
to the RAS, from delivering the paladin, Lovely to them alive for
dissection. Many assembled in front of Undercity. Together,
Danlily, Clys and Kittsu marched with many horde, several guilds
in attendance. A raiding group overflowed into another. Old
friends were warmly greeted and new friends were made. They
marched to Shadowfang Keep. There were no Alliance on Danlily’s
track. There was nothing. Clys released the portal keeping the
prisoner sealed away and Lovely appeared in no armor, nothing but
a white wedding dress. Clys took Lovely’s hand, to lead her to
her awaiting doom, and from the shadows, a rogue named Kalu
dropped Lovely to her death.
It was as though some madness took over Zusteakai. He quickly
claimed that he had killed Lovely, called us all traitors to the
horde, that we were traitors to Thrall's will. For all Danily
knew, that rogue could have been an agent of Zusteakai. It
certainly looked the case. Then Zusteakai had repeatedly demanded
duels with Danlily. Over and over he slammed the gauntlet to her,
but she repeatedly refused to duel Zusteakai. Danlily shook her
head with the thought. The Frostwolf Brotherhood had gone traitor
against the Horde. His words against the Dark Lady were
sacrilege. A raid and more horde stood strong to take Lovely to
her doom and no one to kill, no Alliance to take bloodlust on,
only horde brethren turning on each other. The Frostwolf
Brotherhood were now crazed lunatics speaking out against the
Dark Lady, calling us traitors to Thrall. Danlily quirked a brow.
“Oh, what will Zusteakai think when it is revealed that my
blood-elf people are signing a treaty with Sylvanus,” Danlily
snickered to herself.
Well, Lovely was now freed, but not by her people. She was freed
by a raving lunatic, a traitor of the horde. An agent reported to
Clys that Lovely’s body had disappeared. It was unclear if it had
been stolen, if someone had retrieved her, or if Lovely had
revived herself. Regardless, Lovely was alive again and free.
Still, not by the hand of her people but by a hordesman that must
now be shunned.
As Felicia walks to her study, she stumbles and falls to her
knees. "No, this cannot be,"She shreaks," I can no longer feel
Lovely. She has somehow freed herself from my curse before I am
ready!!"
"No, this WILL NOT HAPPEN. The Grim must succeed in taking her to
UnderCity. I must gather as much of The Crimson Watch as is
available to help the Grim." Felicia turns and runs for
Morghoul's chambers. "I know that the Rogues of the Watch have an
assignment for today, but maybe I can gather some of the others."
"I hope that is the case, because Lovely has not suffered enough
yet."
[Danlily]
Danlily looked into her goblet, swirling it as she thought over
the events of the long day. She and her daughter, Danlyra, had
made many contacts among the horde for help. The spies had told
them that there were members of three Alliance guilds that would
be trying to keep her Mistress Clys from honoring their promise
to the RAS, from delivering the paladin, Lovely to them alive for
dissection. Many assembled in front of Undercity. Together,
Danlily, Clys and Kittsu marched with many horde, several guilds
in attendance. A raiding group overflowed into another. Old
friends were warmly greeted and new friends were made. They
marched to Shadowfang Keep. There were no Alliance on Danlily’s
track. There was nothing. Clys released the portal keeping the
prisoner sealed away and Lovely appeared in no armor, nothing but
a white wedding dress. Clys took Lovely’s hand, to lead her to
her awaiting doom, and from the shadows, a rogue named Kalu
dropped Lovely to her death.
It was as though some madness took over Zusteakai. He quickly
claimed that he had killed Lovely, called us all traitors to the
horde, that we were traitors to Thrall's will. For all Danily
knew, that rogue could have been an agent of Zusteakai. It
certainly looked the case. Then Zusteakai had repeatedly demanded
duels with Danlily. Over and over he slammed the gauntlet to her,
but she repeatedly refused to duel Zusteakai. Danlily shook her
head with the thought. The Frostwolf Brotherhood had gone traitor
against the Horde. His words against the Dark Lady were
sacrilege. A raid and more horde stood strong to take Lovely to
her doom and no one to kill, no Alliance to take bloodlust on,
only horde brethren turning on each other. The Frostwolf
Brotherhood were now crazed lunatics speaking out against the
Dark Lady, calling us traitors to Thrall. Danlily quirked a brow.
“Oh, what will Zusteakai think when it is revealed that my
blood-elf people are signing a treaty with Sylvanus,” Danlily
snickered to herself.
Well, Lovely was now freed, but not by her people. She was freed
by a raving lunatic, a traitor of the horde. An agent reported to
Clys that Lovely’s body had disappeared. It was unclear if it had
been stolen, if someone had retrieved her, or if Lovely had
revived herself. Regardless, Lovely was alive again and free.
Still, not by the hand of her people but by a hordesman that must
now be shunned.
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[Sojil]
The rustle and clank of wargarments filled the small path in
Silverpine Wood that lead to the gates of Shadowfang Keep,
mingled with the murmur of excited voices. Gloating, bloodthirsty
voices. Ringing over them all came that of the Forsaken called
Clys, describing the operation to come. But all might as well
have been gibberish to the two agitated trolls standing in the
centre of the crowd on the drawbridge.
The red-haired one leaned towards the other and whispered, "Ya
ready, mon?"
His white-mohawked companion tightened his grip on the gnarled
staff in his hand and sighed. "Ya boss. Dis troll be ready."
"Ya know dis be da on'y t'ing ta do, right?"
"Ya, ya, boss, I know!" the white-haired one hissed. "Dat dun
mean I likes it!"
The first troll gripped the second's shoulder steadyingly. "Dere
she be. It be time."
The gates to Shadowfang Keep opened, and there she stood.
Beautiful, in a white gown that matched her silvery hair. But the
look on her face was disturbing. The appearance of the Paladin
called Lovely was greeted with cackles, jeers and catcalls
ringing forth from the assembled Horde. Clys and Danlily,
officers of the Grim and instigators of Lovely's captivity,
stepped forward to take her by the hand ... and were interrupted
by a loud and violent squeal.
A great boar charged through the crowd towards the
seemingly-unaware Paladin, knocking bystanders to the ground,
even flinging them from the bridge. Behind him charged the
white-haired troll, laying about him with the long staff,
striking only to injure, to incapacitate.
Zusteakai drew the bowstring to his cheek as those between him
and Lovely were cleared from his path by Grommash and Sojii's
rampage. "DIS BE FA YA OWN GOOD, LOVELEH!" he shouted, as he let
the arrow fly.
The paladin dropped gracefully when the arrow pierced her heart.
As she collapsed at Sojii's feet, he looked into her darkening
eyes and muttered, "Some tings must not be. Some tings simply
must not be."
As the gathered army erupted into chaos and desperately sought a
new outlet for their bloodlust, the crumpled body of a beautiful
paladin lay forgotten at the feet of two young trolls with
tearstained faces.
The rustle and clank of wargarments filled the small path in
Silverpine Wood that lead to the gates of Shadowfang Keep,
mingled with the murmur of excited voices. Gloating, bloodthirsty
voices. Ringing over them all came that of the Forsaken called
Clys, describing the operation to come. But all might as well
have been gibberish to the two agitated trolls standing in the
centre of the crowd on the drawbridge.
The red-haired one leaned towards the other and whispered, "Ya
ready, mon?"
His white-mohawked companion tightened his grip on the gnarled
staff in his hand and sighed. "Ya boss. Dis troll be ready."
"Ya know dis be da on'y t'ing ta do, right?"
"Ya, ya, boss, I know!" the white-haired one hissed. "Dat dun
mean I likes it!"
The first troll gripped the second's shoulder steadyingly. "Dere
she be. It be time."
The gates to Shadowfang Keep opened, and there she stood.
Beautiful, in a white gown that matched her silvery hair. But the
look on her face was disturbing. The appearance of the Paladin
called Lovely was greeted with cackles, jeers and catcalls
ringing forth from the assembled Horde. Clys and Danlily,
officers of the Grim and instigators of Lovely's captivity,
stepped forward to take her by the hand ... and were interrupted
by a loud and violent squeal.
A great boar charged through the crowd towards the
seemingly-unaware Paladin, knocking bystanders to the ground,
even flinging them from the bridge. Behind him charged the
white-haired troll, laying about him with the long staff,
striking only to injure, to incapacitate.
Zusteakai drew the bowstring to his cheek as those between him
and Lovely were cleared from his path by Grommash and Sojii's
rampage. "DIS BE FA YA OWN GOOD, LOVELEH!" he shouted, as he let
the arrow fly.
The paladin dropped gracefully when the arrow pierced her heart.
As she collapsed at Sojii's feet, he looked into her darkening
eyes and muttered, "Some tings must not be. Some tings simply
must not be."
As the gathered army erupted into chaos and desperately sought a
new outlet for their bloodlust, the crumpled body of a beautiful
paladin lay forgotten at the feet of two young trolls with
tearstained faces.
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[Zusteakai]
Zusteakai sat by Lovely's corpse, as the horde numbers waned,
then were chilsled down to four. It was two forsaken, one being
Kalu, and the other he couldn't get a name out off. Sojii was
there, standing over the body of Lovely also, anxiously awaiting
her return to life, so they could esscort her home, as planned.
To show that they would so far as to betray their allies, would
be a peace offering of considerable weight to the Alliance, so
that bigger threats could be worried about in silithus. Zusteakai
had planned everything out, he'd kill lovely, wait for her, and
esscort her home, then try and mend the relations with the Grim
to a point, then he'd begin his training, training that could
last weeks, he would train hard enough, so that his blades, and
bow, would be of aid, against the Qiraji. Zusteakai realizing,
that these bug would threaten all life on Azeroth, period, was
about to possibly sacrafice friendships, to save lifes. This
didn't sit well with him quite yet. But he'd stick to plans, and
stick to them well. Kalimdor---no, Azeroth was in danger, and so
was all life that lived there. Zusteakai would do his part in
this, and he'd urge others to do the same.
Sojii snapped at the remaining horde, telling them to leave. They
didn't budge, the one named Kalu just bickered about how this
would not agree with the "Darkguard" or whatever he called them,
and sat near the corpse, unaware of Zusteakai's plans. Zusteakai
snapped, "What beh ya motives, ya agenda ere anehways?" The
forsaken didn't bother telling him, simply telling Zusteakai to
do as he wished. While Kalu realized that they were here to help
Lovely, and got up. Sojii was gone by now, to impaitent to wait.
Lovely, came out of the nether, now wearing only her armor, and
underwear. Zusteakai motioned for Lovely to follow him, and to
the rocks off the bridge, she did, but Zusteakai was way out to
the fork in the path, dieing to get this over with. Lovely was
mounted, followed by Kalu and that forsaken girl. The Forsaken
just stoof there, as Lovely look as if she was trying to decide
who to go with, Zusteakai figured she'd been brainwashed and
motioned for her to follow. He'd have to repeat this motioning,
encouraging her in a nice tone of voice. Zusteakai was dieing to
not just kill her, but leave entirly, but again, he dismissed his
anxiety, and continue, urging her, untill finally, she followed
him. They got as far as the Dalaran wizard, close to the hillbrad
fork, before the wizards attacked Zusteakai. He immediatly
demounted, craving something, unknown from the mages, he didn't
think it was blood, this time, it was an odd feeling, something
he'd never fealt before. He killed them with a single arrow, that
splintered into three arrows. He was about to mount up again,
untill he sensed something coming up over the hill, then
demounted, and saw that it was alliance, the went for kalu,
killing him, and some other horde who'd found his way there, and
then went for that forsaken girl from earlier. Zusteakai was
surprised when they went for him, he even fought back the urge to
slice them down. They slaughtered him, without honor. Zusteakai
was pissed, but on his way out of the nether, he wondered why
Lovely din't speak in his defence. They were gone now, his
faithful boar, sniffed the ground, and charge off to the south.
Zusteakai smiled, and chased off after him. He followed him into
hillbrad, and the boar went in circles around hillsbrad, untill
Zusteakai lunged at him with a kick. It snorted, and he laughed.
The pig glared, almost with personality at the troll, and dodged
off towards the way they came, then went off the path, and by the
tower, was lovely, with some other horde. She stood there
blinking, for a bit, then cast some sort of holy mumbo jumbo that
Zusteakai didn't care to much for. Then Lovely smiled at
Zusteakai, and green tendrils of earth magic weaved through her
hands. She was gone. Zusteakai shrugged, and went off back to
silithus, to investigate more, and to meet with Fallacy about the
true threats to not only the Horde, but all that walks and ever
will walk on Azeroth.
[Danlily]
It was morning, a new day, and Danlily shook off yesterday’s
fiasco like any other bad dream. How they would make amends to
the RAS, she had no idea, but her beloved sun still rose in the
sky, she was alive, and she slept each night beside the greatest
bloodelf that ever walked Azaroth. She turned from the window to
look at Clys’ sleeping form, her arm around Kittsu. Even in
undeath, Clys was beautiful to her. Danlily turned back to the
window, feeling the sun’s rays warm her face. Why the kaldorei
had chosen to remain in the dark, she could not fathom. It surely
was the reason that branch of the elven race had not evolved and
remained the cowards that they were. There were a few like Kittsu
who fought their natural tendencies to blithely run around
hugging trees and fatlings. It was sickening the way so many of
their women had taken the ugly human men as lovers. Danlily
stepped from the window and moved towards the kitchen table,
passing Kittsu’s sleeping form and ruffling her hair the way
she’d ruffle her fur when she was in cheetah form. Kittsu yawned
wide in her sleep, smacking her lips the way a cat would when
dreaming of a fat digger rat.
Danlily sighed softly as she took a seat at the table and took up
her mug of java. She reached for the mana soaked blood and poured
a dollop into her mug, stirring it with a finger which she then
sucked dry. She took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of the
spiced java with a smile and returned to conversing with Mother.
The bow, itself, was new. She’d outgrown the monolithic bow and
Mother now had a new body. Mother’s skin was re-wrapped carefully
onto the handgrip of the bow. Lovely’s hair was firmly secured to
the top curve. Mother’s eye, a deadly scope, was properly
attached. “You’re not drinking your java, Mother,” Danlily
admonished. “Well I understand if you’re still upset. Oh? You are
more upset by the conversation with Daala than with our failure
to deliver Lovely?” Danlily frowned. “Well, I miss Snowfeather
too, horribly so. It makes me so angry to think that her spirit
is still within Daala. It may have been her intent to have a nice
little rest in that woman’s head, but with the length of that
little “vacation,” I am beginning to fear there may be yet
another hostage situation going on within The Grim. Surely there
would have been word by now, a solution, something. The talks
Mistress Clys has had with Daala puts off even more alarm bells
in my head. It nearly drowns out the music sometimes.”
Danlily leaned forward across the table to the bow, “For all her
talk of wanting to help the Immortalis, it is Daala’s mannerisms
and the very way she delivers her points across that worries me,
and I think Mistress Clys as well. This Kari fellow that
traumatized Daala, he now inhabits Snowfeather’s corpse.
Coincidence? And now Snowfeather’s spirit has been in Daala’s
body for far too long. I smell control here. We have no
Snowfeather now and Daala controls where Snow walks on the face
of Azaroth. I do not like it, I do not like it one bit. And then
there is her wanton ways. Nissi is so precious to us. Daala purrs
and strokes Nissi, calling her lover, and yet we all know how
many others there are that Daala takes to her bed. I fear for
Nissi’s heart. She says she does not like it, but she is trying
to accept Daala’s “open” ways,” Danily scowls. “Mistress Clys
would never be unfaithful to us. She would only have lovers she
brings into our family, not strangers.” Danlily drained her mug
and reached over and took the full mug sitting in front of the
bow. She raised it in a half-salute to Mother and then took a
sip. “Waste not, want not.”
”I just don’t undertand it all,” Danlily continued, “ I’m sure
there’s more pieces to that puzzle that I’m not seeing, but of
the pieces I do see, all I see is doom and pain for Snowfeather
and Nissi. Ya know what we should do? Cut off that demon foot
from Snowfeather’s corpse. Trap that Kari in it, cut it off and
burn it. Replace the hoof with one off one of those Frostwolf
traitors. It wouldn’t make up for what that Frostwolf did
yesterday, but it would serve them right. At least the hoof
wouldn’t be dirtied by demon-taint. Gah!” Danlily hit her fist on
the table, “There has to be a way to bring Snowfeather back!”
[Daala]
Too much flying about. Too much...judgment, too much judgment. It
was an oppressive feeling, she was being backed into a corner.
Bits and snatches; conclusions were being improperly drawn, and
she was suffering in the opinions of others, for it.
It was too strange. Clys, Danlily, each was such a magnificently
fascinating woman. Yet, to Daala's perception, things had
deteriorated at an alarming rate, and it was confounding to the
diabolist. Her heart hurt that she should be so looked down upon
by two shining spirits, but she was hardly licking her wounds.
Any action in such ignorance of circumstance would cause wounds.
She is sitting upon the Grom'gol tower, gazing up at the moon, no
different than so many times in the past. The most unsettling
thought was that Daala had become something of a monstrous figure
in the minds of Madames Clys or Danlily, prone to judgment
without facts. Whether or not that was the situation...
As though things were not already terribly complicated, Daala had
recently come into correspondence with Danlily's twin. They
had...hit it off, so to speak. Too much conflict; the empathy of
the hostility was a relentless barrage upon her psyche.
Snowfeather was asleep, or she might've been able to help.
Sharing a body was very hard on both of them, but Sister didn't
have a feasible alternative, and Daala wasn't about to let her
drift away to the Nether, or some other ghastly locale. Reuniting
Sister with her body was slow going, because if the slightest
little thing went awry, she'd be a slave of that cur once more.
But then, things wouldn't become more clear in time, she was sure
of that now.
High time to get it over with, and pray that nothing goes wrong.
Too many problems, all at once. She'd hoped that the scenery
would help ease her nerves, but to no avail. Just have to live
with it.
Zusteakai sat by Lovely's corpse, as the horde numbers waned,
then were chilsled down to four. It was two forsaken, one being
Kalu, and the other he couldn't get a name out off. Sojii was
there, standing over the body of Lovely also, anxiously awaiting
her return to life, so they could esscort her home, as planned.
To show that they would so far as to betray their allies, would
be a peace offering of considerable weight to the Alliance, so
that bigger threats could be worried about in silithus. Zusteakai
had planned everything out, he'd kill lovely, wait for her, and
esscort her home, then try and mend the relations with the Grim
to a point, then he'd begin his training, training that could
last weeks, he would train hard enough, so that his blades, and
bow, would be of aid, against the Qiraji. Zusteakai realizing,
that these bug would threaten all life on Azeroth, period, was
about to possibly sacrafice friendships, to save lifes. This
didn't sit well with him quite yet. But he'd stick to plans, and
stick to them well. Kalimdor---no, Azeroth was in danger, and so
was all life that lived there. Zusteakai would do his part in
this, and he'd urge others to do the same.
Sojii snapped at the remaining horde, telling them to leave. They
didn't budge, the one named Kalu just bickered about how this
would not agree with the "Darkguard" or whatever he called them,
and sat near the corpse, unaware of Zusteakai's plans. Zusteakai
snapped, "What beh ya motives, ya agenda ere anehways?" The
forsaken didn't bother telling him, simply telling Zusteakai to
do as he wished. While Kalu realized that they were here to help
Lovely, and got up. Sojii was gone by now, to impaitent to wait.
Lovely, came out of the nether, now wearing only her armor, and
underwear. Zusteakai motioned for Lovely to follow him, and to
the rocks off the bridge, she did, but Zusteakai was way out to
the fork in the path, dieing to get this over with. Lovely was
mounted, followed by Kalu and that forsaken girl. The Forsaken
just stoof there, as Lovely look as if she was trying to decide
who to go with, Zusteakai figured she'd been brainwashed and
motioned for her to follow. He'd have to repeat this motioning,
encouraging her in a nice tone of voice. Zusteakai was dieing to
not just kill her, but leave entirly, but again, he dismissed his
anxiety, and continue, urging her, untill finally, she followed
him. They got as far as the Dalaran wizard, close to the hillbrad
fork, before the wizards attacked Zusteakai. He immediatly
demounted, craving something, unknown from the mages, he didn't
think it was blood, this time, it was an odd feeling, something
he'd never fealt before. He killed them with a single arrow, that
splintered into three arrows. He was about to mount up again,
untill he sensed something coming up over the hill, then
demounted, and saw that it was alliance, the went for kalu,
killing him, and some other horde who'd found his way there, and
then went for that forsaken girl from earlier. Zusteakai was
surprised when they went for him, he even fought back the urge to
slice them down. They slaughtered him, without honor. Zusteakai
was pissed, but on his way out of the nether, he wondered why
Lovely din't speak in his defence. They were gone now, his
faithful boar, sniffed the ground, and charge off to the south.
Zusteakai smiled, and chased off after him. He followed him into
hillbrad, and the boar went in circles around hillsbrad, untill
Zusteakai lunged at him with a kick. It snorted, and he laughed.
The pig glared, almost with personality at the troll, and dodged
off towards the way they came, then went off the path, and by the
tower, was lovely, with some other horde. She stood there
blinking, for a bit, then cast some sort of holy mumbo jumbo that
Zusteakai didn't care to much for. Then Lovely smiled at
Zusteakai, and green tendrils of earth magic weaved through her
hands. She was gone. Zusteakai shrugged, and went off back to
silithus, to investigate more, and to meet with Fallacy about the
true threats to not only the Horde, but all that walks and ever
will walk on Azeroth.
[Danlily]
It was morning, a new day, and Danlily shook off yesterday’s
fiasco like any other bad dream. How they would make amends to
the RAS, she had no idea, but her beloved sun still rose in the
sky, she was alive, and she slept each night beside the greatest
bloodelf that ever walked Azaroth. She turned from the window to
look at Clys’ sleeping form, her arm around Kittsu. Even in
undeath, Clys was beautiful to her. Danlily turned back to the
window, feeling the sun’s rays warm her face. Why the kaldorei
had chosen to remain in the dark, she could not fathom. It surely
was the reason that branch of the elven race had not evolved and
remained the cowards that they were. There were a few like Kittsu
who fought their natural tendencies to blithely run around
hugging trees and fatlings. It was sickening the way so many of
their women had taken the ugly human men as lovers. Danlily
stepped from the window and moved towards the kitchen table,
passing Kittsu’s sleeping form and ruffling her hair the way
she’d ruffle her fur when she was in cheetah form. Kittsu yawned
wide in her sleep, smacking her lips the way a cat would when
dreaming of a fat digger rat.
Danlily sighed softly as she took a seat at the table and took up
her mug of java. She reached for the mana soaked blood and poured
a dollop into her mug, stirring it with a finger which she then
sucked dry. She took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of the
spiced java with a smile and returned to conversing with Mother.
The bow, itself, was new. She’d outgrown the monolithic bow and
Mother now had a new body. Mother’s skin was re-wrapped carefully
onto the handgrip of the bow. Lovely’s hair was firmly secured to
the top curve. Mother’s eye, a deadly scope, was properly
attached. “You’re not drinking your java, Mother,” Danlily
admonished. “Well I understand if you’re still upset. Oh? You are
more upset by the conversation with Daala than with our failure
to deliver Lovely?” Danlily frowned. “Well, I miss Snowfeather
too, horribly so. It makes me so angry to think that her spirit
is still within Daala. It may have been her intent to have a nice
little rest in that woman’s head, but with the length of that
little “vacation,” I am beginning to fear there may be yet
another hostage situation going on within The Grim. Surely there
would have been word by now, a solution, something. The talks
Mistress Clys has had with Daala puts off even more alarm bells
in my head. It nearly drowns out the music sometimes.”
Danlily leaned forward across the table to the bow, “For all her
talk of wanting to help the Immortalis, it is Daala’s mannerisms
and the very way she delivers her points across that worries me,
and I think Mistress Clys as well. This Kari fellow that
traumatized Daala, he now inhabits Snowfeather’s corpse.
Coincidence? And now Snowfeather’s spirit has been in Daala’s
body for far too long. I smell control here. We have no
Snowfeather now and Daala controls where Snow walks on the face
of Azaroth. I do not like it, I do not like it one bit. And then
there is her wanton ways. Nissi is so precious to us. Daala purrs
and strokes Nissi, calling her lover, and yet we all know how
many others there are that Daala takes to her bed. I fear for
Nissi’s heart. She says she does not like it, but she is trying
to accept Daala’s “open” ways,” Danily scowls. “Mistress Clys
would never be unfaithful to us. She would only have lovers she
brings into our family, not strangers.” Danlily drained her mug
and reached over and took the full mug sitting in front of the
bow. She raised it in a half-salute to Mother and then took a
sip. “Waste not, want not.”
”I just don’t undertand it all,” Danlily continued, “ I’m sure
there’s more pieces to that puzzle that I’m not seeing, but of
the pieces I do see, all I see is doom and pain for Snowfeather
and Nissi. Ya know what we should do? Cut off that demon foot
from Snowfeather’s corpse. Trap that Kari in it, cut it off and
burn it. Replace the hoof with one off one of those Frostwolf
traitors. It wouldn’t make up for what that Frostwolf did
yesterday, but it would serve them right. At least the hoof
wouldn’t be dirtied by demon-taint. Gah!” Danlily hit her fist on
the table, “There has to be a way to bring Snowfeather back!”
[Daala]
Too much flying about. Too much...judgment, too much judgment. It
was an oppressive feeling, she was being backed into a corner.
Bits and snatches; conclusions were being improperly drawn, and
she was suffering in the opinions of others, for it.
It was too strange. Clys, Danlily, each was such a magnificently
fascinating woman. Yet, to Daala's perception, things had
deteriorated at an alarming rate, and it was confounding to the
diabolist. Her heart hurt that she should be so looked down upon
by two shining spirits, but she was hardly licking her wounds.
Any action in such ignorance of circumstance would cause wounds.
She is sitting upon the Grom'gol tower, gazing up at the moon, no
different than so many times in the past. The most unsettling
thought was that Daala had become something of a monstrous figure
in the minds of Madames Clys or Danlily, prone to judgment
without facts. Whether or not that was the situation...
As though things were not already terribly complicated, Daala had
recently come into correspondence with Danlily's twin. They
had...hit it off, so to speak. Too much conflict; the empathy of
the hostility was a relentless barrage upon her psyche.
Snowfeather was asleep, or she might've been able to help.
Sharing a body was very hard on both of them, but Sister didn't
have a feasible alternative, and Daala wasn't about to let her
drift away to the Nether, or some other ghastly locale. Reuniting
Sister with her body was slow going, because if the slightest
little thing went awry, she'd be a slave of that cur once more.
But then, things wouldn't become more clear in time, she was sure
of that now.
High time to get it over with, and pray that nothing goes wrong.
Too many problems, all at once. She'd hoped that the scenery
would help ease her nerves, but to no avail. Just have to live
with it.
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A page from Clys' journal:
I am pleased, very pleased, tonight. Everything went according to
plan. The RAS was a bit upset that they didn't get their new lab
rat to experiment upon, but when I explained things they settled
down, seeing the wisdom in my approach. It was such a grand set
up, I must admit that I've surpassed myself on this one.
That there are traitors within the Horde has been clear for some
time. My informants have issued a constant stream of small
observations to me that pointed to this fact. Identifying them
has been the problem. And so, my scheme developed to flush them
out, once and for all. It was my desire to make these people show
their true colors before us all, and to bring them out of hiding
into the open where they can be dealt with by everyone who
cleaves to the true calling of the Horde.
If I could reach back and pat myself on the back, I would. If the
traitors had not shown up, it still would have been a good plan.
The paladin Lovely would have been a grand sacrifice in the name
of research and knowledge, and I did so enjoy showing her the
other side of herself. But that was really my secondary goal.
However, my plan went down without a hitch, and the traitors fell
into my little trap, taking the bait -- hook, line, and sinker as
the goblins say.
They think they have won a victory by 'freeing' Lovely, when in
fact all they've done is reveal themselves to the rest of us. No
longer can they scheme against us in secret. We know who they
are. Everyone knows who they are. They are marked men.
Danlily has grown significantly through this experience. Allowing
her to have this hands-on time with the subject has caused her to
expand and grow, as I knew it would. Every day she becomes a
greater asset to me. She is no longer only my little lover. This
is very good. I will need her strength as time goes on, as much
as I need her loyalty and submission.
Kittsu has also pleased me greatly. She moves within the ranks of
the enemy with such grace and clarity. Even now that some of them
are connecting her to myself, her influence only grows. She takes
the risks in stride, considering it all as useful service to me,
which it is. Her steadyness to the cause puts those idiot
traitors to shame. The lines between the races are blurring. The
'bug war' as I call it, is causing this to happen at an even
greater rate. It is no surprise to me to find Kittsu, a night
elf, to be worthy of praise, while Zusteakai, a troll, is worthy
only of death.
As the future unfolds, all of us must begin to evaluate each
person as an individual. Actions speak louder than words. Much,
much, louder.
As for Lovely, she remains in the world, also as I planned. She
has broken with her former guild, because they failed to support
her in her time of need. She has bonded more closely with the
Swordwaltzers and their charismatic leader, the Lady Kurohane,
who was a loyal friend to Lovely throughout. The pieces are
starting to fall into place for phase two. Lovely is alive, and
carries my mark upon her neck. She will be yet my tool.
I am pleased, very pleased, tonight. Everything went according to
plan. The RAS was a bit upset that they didn't get their new lab
rat to experiment upon, but when I explained things they settled
down, seeing the wisdom in my approach. It was such a grand set
up, I must admit that I've surpassed myself on this one.
That there are traitors within the Horde has been clear for some
time. My informants have issued a constant stream of small
observations to me that pointed to this fact. Identifying them
has been the problem. And so, my scheme developed to flush them
out, once and for all. It was my desire to make these people show
their true colors before us all, and to bring them out of hiding
into the open where they can be dealt with by everyone who
cleaves to the true calling of the Horde.
If I could reach back and pat myself on the back, I would. If the
traitors had not shown up, it still would have been a good plan.
The paladin Lovely would have been a grand sacrifice in the name
of research and knowledge, and I did so enjoy showing her the
other side of herself. But that was really my secondary goal.
However, my plan went down without a hitch, and the traitors fell
into my little trap, taking the bait -- hook, line, and sinker as
the goblins say.
They think they have won a victory by 'freeing' Lovely, when in
fact all they've done is reveal themselves to the rest of us. No
longer can they scheme against us in secret. We know who they
are. Everyone knows who they are. They are marked men.
Danlily has grown significantly through this experience. Allowing
her to have this hands-on time with the subject has caused her to
expand and grow, as I knew it would. Every day she becomes a
greater asset to me. She is no longer only my little lover. This
is very good. I will need her strength as time goes on, as much
as I need her loyalty and submission.
Kittsu has also pleased me greatly. She moves within the ranks of
the enemy with such grace and clarity. Even now that some of them
are connecting her to myself, her influence only grows. She takes
the risks in stride, considering it all as useful service to me,
which it is. Her steadyness to the cause puts those idiot
traitors to shame. The lines between the races are blurring. The
'bug war' as I call it, is causing this to happen at an even
greater rate. It is no surprise to me to find Kittsu, a night
elf, to be worthy of praise, while Zusteakai, a troll, is worthy
only of death.
As the future unfolds, all of us must begin to evaluate each
person as an individual. Actions speak louder than words. Much,
much, louder.
As for Lovely, she remains in the world, also as I planned. She
has broken with her former guild, because they failed to support
her in her time of need. She has bonded more closely with the
Swordwaltzers and their charismatic leader, the Lady Kurohane,
who was a loyal friend to Lovely throughout. The pieces are
starting to fall into place for phase two. Lovely is alive, and
carries my mark upon her neck. She will be yet my tool.
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[Zemekis]
Full report filed by the Scorned General, Zemekis verifying the
betrayal of the Frostwolf Brotherhood even further:
The day was a typical day for Zemekis.. wake up go to the auction
house to check for rare items, go to the bank to organize his
gear. But wait, somewhere along this morning routine a note
caught his eye. A note from a group of people he had only met
briefly asking for help in escorting a paladin. he decided then
and there that whatever battles called him he would come to see
how this turned out.
After ensuring the battle of Alterac Valley was favoring the
horde once again, he contacted Clys. "A contingent of scorned
will aid this effort, we will not fail!" I whispered along the
hearthstone. We formed up in front of the undercity.. a vast army
the alliance could not hope to vanquish. A speech was given, and
we moved out on foot, yelling battle crys... but there was no
alliance.. only the shadows of silverpine forest.
and then we came upon two night elfs near the keep.. who were
quickly slaughtered. "Is this all they send to rescue lovely... I
almost feel sorry for her, she is surely doomed" thought
zemekis.. possibly mumbling aloud a bit.
after another speech about the mission lovely stepped out of the
portal, greeted by catcalls and jeers from the horde.. and then
she was quickly assinated by Kalu(Typhoon rogue) and members of
the frostwolf brotherhood. "Well so much for that" I said. The
bloodlust needed to be directed somewhere.. so southshore was
attacked..
This quickly grew boring and I went to check on the status of
lovely's body only to hear that she was gone and whereabouts
unknown. But I found her.. amid the corpses of many, only two
stood guard.. which I killed quickly. She was beautiful, I could
not kill her but then again I had no idea what to do about her
either... I flirted a bit.. but she rode off, ah well undead
charm isnt much to work with. I followed of course only to meet
another escort. His soul screamed a fine tune as it hit my soul
pouch. My comrade akuu met up with me near the tower on the edges
of the silverpine forest where we just stood there toying with
lovely.. interupting her spells of healing and resurrection.
I started asking what We were to do with her over the battle
channel but the only response I got was from the frostwolf
brotherhood, he came and told her to go home.. Me and akuu stood
there confused a bit, thinking we should really take her to the
RAS now that we were done tormenting her... But about the time I
thought this she shieled and called upon her hearthstone.. I was
about to send a coil of death her way to stop her, but that
smile.. It stilled my hand. So pure.. so alive, my moments
hesitation was enough to let her escape. The feeling she left
behind.. I could not understand. So I shruged and went back to
the battlefield which I understood perfectly.
Thus was the end of an event that could have been a turning of
the tides. an event that could have united the land.. under the
banner of the horde. Because we would have had a powerful weapon
much like the lich king had arthas.. but fear and
misunderstanding of the forsaken had foiled our efforts.
As an end note I would like to say that my services as a general,
treasure seeker, and high warlock are available to The Grim
should they need assistance again.
[Danlily]
Danlily salutes the Scorned agent delivering the report and reads
it. "So, the Frostwolf Brotherhood told Lovely to go home? First
they killed her, knowing she may ressurrect as paladins are known
to do, " Danlily scowls at the last part, "and when they find her
ressurrected and alive, they tell the property of the RAS, they
tell the lab-rat to go home. Interesting. The RAS will hear of
this. Mistress Clys was right. There were enemies among the horde
and the happenenings on this day succeeded in flushing them out."
Full report filed by the Scorned General, Zemekis verifying the
betrayal of the Frostwolf Brotherhood even further:
The day was a typical day for Zemekis.. wake up go to the auction
house to check for rare items, go to the bank to organize his
gear. But wait, somewhere along this morning routine a note
caught his eye. A note from a group of people he had only met
briefly asking for help in escorting a paladin. he decided then
and there that whatever battles called him he would come to see
how this turned out.
After ensuring the battle of Alterac Valley was favoring the
horde once again, he contacted Clys. "A contingent of scorned
will aid this effort, we will not fail!" I whispered along the
hearthstone. We formed up in front of the undercity.. a vast army
the alliance could not hope to vanquish. A speech was given, and
we moved out on foot, yelling battle crys... but there was no
alliance.. only the shadows of silverpine forest.
and then we came upon two night elfs near the keep.. who were
quickly slaughtered. "Is this all they send to rescue lovely... I
almost feel sorry for her, she is surely doomed" thought
zemekis.. possibly mumbling aloud a bit.
after another speech about the mission lovely stepped out of the
portal, greeted by catcalls and jeers from the horde.. and then
she was quickly assinated by Kalu(Typhoon rogue) and members of
the frostwolf brotherhood. "Well so much for that" I said. The
bloodlust needed to be directed somewhere.. so southshore was
attacked..
This quickly grew boring and I went to check on the status of
lovely's body only to hear that she was gone and whereabouts
unknown. But I found her.. amid the corpses of many, only two
stood guard.. which I killed quickly. She was beautiful, I could
not kill her but then again I had no idea what to do about her
either... I flirted a bit.. but she rode off, ah well undead
charm isnt much to work with. I followed of course only to meet
another escort. His soul screamed a fine tune as it hit my soul
pouch. My comrade akuu met up with me near the tower on the edges
of the silverpine forest where we just stood there toying with
lovely.. interupting her spells of healing and resurrection.
I started asking what We were to do with her over the battle
channel but the only response I got was from the frostwolf
brotherhood, he came and told her to go home.. Me and akuu stood
there confused a bit, thinking we should really take her to the
RAS now that we were done tormenting her... But about the time I
thought this she shieled and called upon her hearthstone.. I was
about to send a coil of death her way to stop her, but that
smile.. It stilled my hand. So pure.. so alive, my moments
hesitation was enough to let her escape. The feeling she left
behind.. I could not understand. So I shruged and went back to
the battlefield which I understood perfectly.
Thus was the end of an event that could have been a turning of
the tides. an event that could have united the land.. under the
banner of the horde. Because we would have had a powerful weapon
much like the lich king had arthas.. but fear and
misunderstanding of the forsaken had foiled our efforts.
As an end note I would like to say that my services as a general,
treasure seeker, and high warlock are available to The Grim
should they need assistance again.
[Danlily]
Danlily salutes the Scorned agent delivering the report and reads
it. "So, the Frostwolf Brotherhood told Lovely to go home? First
they killed her, knowing she may ressurrect as paladins are known
to do, " Danlily scowls at the last part, "and when they find her
ressurrected and alive, they tell the property of the RAS, they
tell the lab-rat to go home. Interesting. The RAS will hear of
this. Mistress Clys was right. There were enemies among the horde
and the happenenings on this day succeeded in flushing them out."
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[Kurohane]
Kurohane flipped through the litteral pile of letters that had
been accumlating in her mail over the past week, discarding the
ones that were no longer relivant. The planned rescue had not
gone as expected at all - but Lovely was now safe, and seemingly
freed of her curse as well.
The events had unfolded with blinding speed, a whirlwind of
people and plans. She, Galidon, Hokdor and Tanzias, someone she
had litterally just met from the Keepers of Stromgarde guild, had
traveled through the woods to the lake surrounding Lordaeron to
wait as she had been instructed. And they waited... and waited.
No word came from the Tears. No word from anyone - there seemed
to be no other alliance in the area. She had felt her heart begin
to sink. How could this happen? Where were the Tears of Elune?
Where was Lorandir, who had been so adiment about saving Lovely?
Finally, with a biting anger, she ordered her tiny contingent to
move. A large force might have stood a chance of ambush that
close to the undead capitol - despite what a foul idea she had
considered it - but four lone alliance? None nearly as seasoned
as those she knew they would be facing? It would have surely
ended in failure.
She marked out the place on the map and Galidon took the lead,
Kurohane blindly following him as she took out the device that
allowed for communcation across great distances. Her plea was
desperate, she knew, to Liadain and she could only pray that the
rouge would be able to rally a force and make it to her in time.
They had come to the barn Kurohane had chosen and slipped inside,
dispatching the worgen that were calling it home. Hokdor huffed,
glaring about as she and Galidon began laying out plans. The
elves would blend themselves into the shadows near the road and
pray not to be seen. When Lovely's enterouge passed, they would
ambush them, try to clear a path for the paladin to escape. It
was the best they could do. Hokdor was not best please to be left
in the barn, alone and awaiting the word to come out of hiding,
but he had hunkered down, blades at the ready.
They waited again, her heart now pounding against her chest with
antisipation, but she drew her sense out over the land. The Tears
HAD to be there. Somewhere, she was just missing them. They had
to be- No. They were not. But another was - a dwarf she had spoke
once, very briefly with. Torold. A small flurry of hope arose as
she used that device once more to notify him of thier position.
And then the troll mage had come. She knew that he must have seen
them, prancing around the area as he was on his mount, but she
dared not move a hair. Mentally, she begged him to leave - she
never saw the force that knocked her out coming.
When she came back to, she could since more presences in the
area. Night Elves, Dwarves, Humans, Gnomes - The Blades of
Lordaeron had come to thier aid and she could have jumped with
joy, but stilled herself. There was work to be done.
What followed still seemed a blur in her memory. She had rattled
off orders, began moving into position. Asverus had joined them,
the only Tear to show. The Allaince moved into positon, Torold
reporting on the Horde's movements.
Sighing, Kurohane tossed the last letter from the pile aside and
folded the few she would keep for later refrence. It had been
chaotic. However, Lovely was free, and thusly the mission was a
sucess. One investigation and mission closed, several more
opened. The various meetings that had followed the rescue that
evening would keep her quite busy for months to come, she was
sure. There were more people to save, in other manners, and the
Alliance's lands to protect from the plight the Horde seemed to
love bringing.
The work was never over, but for now, it was time to revel in a
victory and rest.
Kurohane flipped through the litteral pile of letters that had
been accumlating in her mail over the past week, discarding the
ones that were no longer relivant. The planned rescue had not
gone as expected at all - but Lovely was now safe, and seemingly
freed of her curse as well.
The events had unfolded with blinding speed, a whirlwind of
people and plans. She, Galidon, Hokdor and Tanzias, someone she
had litterally just met from the Keepers of Stromgarde guild, had
traveled through the woods to the lake surrounding Lordaeron to
wait as she had been instructed. And they waited... and waited.
No word came from the Tears. No word from anyone - there seemed
to be no other alliance in the area. She had felt her heart begin
to sink. How could this happen? Where were the Tears of Elune?
Where was Lorandir, who had been so adiment about saving Lovely?
Finally, with a biting anger, she ordered her tiny contingent to
move. A large force might have stood a chance of ambush that
close to the undead capitol - despite what a foul idea she had
considered it - but four lone alliance? None nearly as seasoned
as those she knew they would be facing? It would have surely
ended in failure.
She marked out the place on the map and Galidon took the lead,
Kurohane blindly following him as she took out the device that
allowed for communcation across great distances. Her plea was
desperate, she knew, to Liadain and she could only pray that the
rouge would be able to rally a force and make it to her in time.
They had come to the barn Kurohane had chosen and slipped inside,
dispatching the worgen that were calling it home. Hokdor huffed,
glaring about as she and Galidon began laying out plans. The
elves would blend themselves into the shadows near the road and
pray not to be seen. When Lovely's enterouge passed, they would
ambush them, try to clear a path for the paladin to escape. It
was the best they could do. Hokdor was not best please to be left
in the barn, alone and awaiting the word to come out of hiding,
but he had hunkered down, blades at the ready.
They waited again, her heart now pounding against her chest with
antisipation, but she drew her sense out over the land. The Tears
HAD to be there. Somewhere, she was just missing them. They had
to be- No. They were not. But another was - a dwarf she had spoke
once, very briefly with. Torold. A small flurry of hope arose as
she used that device once more to notify him of thier position.
And then the troll mage had come. She knew that he must have seen
them, prancing around the area as he was on his mount, but she
dared not move a hair. Mentally, she begged him to leave - she
never saw the force that knocked her out coming.
When she came back to, she could since more presences in the
area. Night Elves, Dwarves, Humans, Gnomes - The Blades of
Lordaeron had come to thier aid and she could have jumped with
joy, but stilled herself. There was work to be done.
What followed still seemed a blur in her memory. She had rattled
off orders, began moving into position. Asverus had joined them,
the only Tear to show. The Allaince moved into positon, Torold
reporting on the Horde's movements.
Sighing, Kurohane tossed the last letter from the pile aside and
folded the few she would keep for later refrence. It had been
chaotic. However, Lovely was free, and thusly the mission was a
sucess. One investigation and mission closed, several more
opened. The various meetings that had followed the rescue that
evening would keep her quite busy for months to come, she was
sure. There were more people to save, in other manners, and the
Alliance's lands to protect from the plight the Horde seemed to
love bringing.
The work was never over, but for now, it was time to revel in a
victory and rest.