Happiness by Anaie
Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 12:32 am
A week had passed since Anaie had completed her tasks for the Argent Dawn. In that weeks time Anaie grew so bored of repeatedly slaying demonic weaponsmiths and engineers, searching thier disgusting corpses for schematics. She had spies that told her which of the demons sometimes carried the plans, but she was beginning to doubt the coin she paid for the information as she continually failed to find the item she sought.
"More of dese blasted marks... why can't da damn Scryahs want dese fer dere damned bounties as well..." Anaie grumbled as she stuffed the mark of sargeras into her bags. Perhaps she could trade them for signets... the Scryers would never know she did not slay the beasts holding them, they only cared about proof the traitors were dead.
Anaie was nearly lost in a daydream as she felled another demon and patted the corpse down when she suddenly grew excited. She heard the crinkle of parchment from near the beasts waist. She grunted as she rolled the massive thing over onto its back and saw something. A crinkled, demon-blood stained parchment sheet wedged in the creatures waistband. Anaie pulled out the paper and nearly yelled in relief as she confirmed it was what she sought. "Finally!" she stated as she rose from the corpse and summoned her flying steed, guiding the creature to a nearby ridge, out of the reach of anything that could interupt her studies of the schematic.
After a few minutes of memorizing the forumlas and such Anaie felt she had indeed mastered the techniques needed to make the new weapon. She joyfully announced her latest acquisition over her stone to the rest of the Grims, hoping some would desire the weapon. She smiled as a few people inquired deeper about the device, and knew that it would aid the Grim in destroying thier foes.
There were still other schematics to find... but it was time to relax. She would return to Booty Bay for the first time in ages, her war against the greenskins there long over (at least they thought so...). She would enjoy some rum in the pirate city, and perhaps fish a bit. Fishing relaxed her, and she had not practiced it since the ritual was performed in Undercity over a month ago.
Razev's enchantment performed as he said it would before he vanished from sight. Anaie hoped the Lich did not take him as punishment for aiding her... "No, Razev would not be taken.. he would fight and we would have known." No doubt the mage was lost in his research and studies, she thought. Regardless, she would go to Stranglethorn Vale and fish through the night, confident that her enchantment would protect her, and let her relax.
"More of dese blasted marks... why can't da damn Scryahs want dese fer dere damned bounties as well..." Anaie grumbled as she stuffed the mark of sargeras into her bags. Perhaps she could trade them for signets... the Scryers would never know she did not slay the beasts holding them, they only cared about proof the traitors were dead.
Anaie was nearly lost in a daydream as she felled another demon and patted the corpse down when she suddenly grew excited. She heard the crinkle of parchment from near the beasts waist. She grunted as she rolled the massive thing over onto its back and saw something. A crinkled, demon-blood stained parchment sheet wedged in the creatures waistband. Anaie pulled out the paper and nearly yelled in relief as she confirmed it was what she sought. "Finally!" she stated as she rose from the corpse and summoned her flying steed, guiding the creature to a nearby ridge, out of the reach of anything that could interupt her studies of the schematic.
After a few minutes of memorizing the forumlas and such Anaie felt she had indeed mastered the techniques needed to make the new weapon. She joyfully announced her latest acquisition over her stone to the rest of the Grims, hoping some would desire the weapon. She smiled as a few people inquired deeper about the device, and knew that it would aid the Grim in destroying thier foes.
There were still other schematics to find... but it was time to relax. She would return to Booty Bay for the first time in ages, her war against the greenskins there long over (at least they thought so...). She would enjoy some rum in the pirate city, and perhaps fish a bit. Fishing relaxed her, and she had not practiced it since the ritual was performed in Undercity over a month ago.
Razev's enchantment performed as he said it would before he vanished from sight. Anaie hoped the Lich did not take him as punishment for aiding her... "No, Razev would not be taken.. he would fight and we would have known." No doubt the mage was lost in his research and studies, she thought. Regardless, she would go to Stranglethorn Vale and fish through the night, confident that her enchantment would protect her, and let her relax.