Odd Crossings
Treesunder - May 16, 2006
Lelenia spurred her mount on, the sleek tiger panting with
exertion as it flies through the streets of Orgrimar. Laughing,
she nudges the flank slightly, sending the cat into a break-neck
turn around a bend, keeping just out of reach of the guards
nipping at her heels. Funny that she'd be here, often and
continually moving in peace, not attacking anyone...the only
spells she had cast in the last hour were to heal herself, add
shielding, or send a few running in terror...and it all started
in Stranglethorn.
Her ears perked up, a hand drifting toward the pin of her guild
fastened to the front of her robes. One of her guildmates,
Trigord, just sent her a message...he had seen Chingaso, the orc
she had taken a particular interest in from the Goblin
chatterboxes, heading south through Stranglethorn Vale. A half
smile crosses her dark lips as she runs quickly to the Gryphon
Master in Stormwind, and soon she's flying through the air,
making time toward Booty Bay. Soon as the riding straps are
released, her legs pump, flipping into the air right over the
edge of the crosswalk, pelting north along that same road. Days
before she had heard whispers that Chingaso was in the
Crossroads, and had spent almost an hour moving around there,
assisting horde...she even mind controled a few to implant her
intentions, then aided them in striking down some creatures they
were hunting. She had to leave after that...even though she never
made offensive actions, a mage took interest in her, and tried to
strike Lelenia down...so she retaliated, and prevailed over the
magic-user. Sighing, she had to leave then, since she knew an
alarm would go up about an "alliance pig killing everyone in
Crossroads". Now, though, there was confirmed reports, and she
wasn't going to pass it up.
Frowning slightly atop her Nightsabre, she looked around outside
Gurubashi. Memories tugged of the recent fight with the Grim in
this area...still that bothered her. Touching the brooch again,
she contacts Trigord, confirming that Chingaso was headed south
from this point. She hurries back to Booty Bay, only to find that
the orc had already boarded a boat heading to
Ratchet...frustrated at the misfortune, she boards the next one,
taking up chase again. On the boat, an orc Warlock sits, also
taking passage to Ratchet. Smiling a little, she waits for the
boat to pull away, then casts a spell, putting her thoughts into
the Orc's mind, telling him of her intentions, and asking for
aid. The green creature shrugged, and his imp attacked...odd, but
she didn't retailate, just put up a shield.
In Ratchet, the guards took a liking to her, and she was forced
to jump off the pier, coming to ground a little to the north.
Again she mounted, running out of the town, and passed an
undead...who waved. She paused, looking back, and dismounted,
repeating the thought-share with the undead. Instead of
shrugging, he pointed north...toward Orgrimar.
Now, here she was, laughing at the exhileration, the challenge of
finding Chingaso among all these that wished her harm, with the
self-imposed rule of non-agression. Her thoughs reach outward as
she rides...and finds him. She runs past, seeing an orc with what
appeared to be a straw hat...and knew it couldn't be anyone else.
Lelenia laughs, waving as she runs past, trying to shake the
guards on her heels, and runs on...into another batch of guards.
Doubling back, she approaches Chingaso again at high speed, the
orc wearing an expression of disbelief as she slips a flask of
Dwarven Ale from her belt, slowing her mount as she leans over,
dropping it near his feet. She laughs again, then sighs as the
guards catch up from her moment of non-haste, cutting her down.
With the eyes of her spirit, she can't help but smile at the
lunacy of her move, coming so far just to see the sharp-minded
orc. Gliding into an empty building, she feels her body reform
with her spirit, and touches the powered stone she's had since
starting her adventures, so many months ago...
[Chingaso]
Chingaso have very long day. All day Chingaso run. Chingaso fly
to Grom'gul and run through Straglethorn so can make delivery to
goblin and pick up shipment axe heads for Horde. Chingaso notice
along way strong Alliance see Chingaso but no attack. Rather
speak into strange pin on tunic. Then Chingaso decide to take
silly boat to Barrens. After, Chingaso hunt way to Orgrimmar,
gather much skin, return to Orgrimmar to work Leather for sell at
auction.
So, there Chingaso, minding own business, when alarm sound:
"Orgrimmar is under attack!" Chingaso think to self, "Great.
Probably shorty sneak who confuse bold and stupid." Chingaso
continue on way down Drag to Leatherworkers house to buy supplies
so can turn latest stacks of skins into fine leather garment to
sell so Chingaso have gold in bank.
Suddenly, Chingaso hear great commotion behind. Chingaso turn and
what see but she-elf riding nightsaber at top speed down Drag,
trailing wake of guards and Horde. Chingaso not know what to
think, then suddenly she-elf focus eyes on Chingaso and wave!
Chingaso prepare to be attack, but instead of attack, she-elf
toss flask to Chingaso. Then Chingaso watch as she-elf cut down
by guards and Horde.
Then Chingaso remember; strange elf-speak Chingaso hear on Golbin
stone about she-elf full of madness want meet Chingaso and give
ale and rum. Chingaso open flask and take whiff. Dwarfs ale. Same
kind Chingaso use for bathe. Chingaso think mad she-elf maybe
finally find Chingaso.
Chingaso now really not know what to think. She-elf seem obsess
with Chingaso. Chingaso think maybe she-elf becoming stalker of
Chingaso. Chingaso harden resolve to increase training so be
prepared for next "visit" of she-elf.
Chingaso sort of freaked.
Oh, and Chingaso hat leather, not straws.