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"We don't need you." -- Third Trial.

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The winds and chill of Northrend had not changed much since Mizue left stepped foot in Icecrown. It still stung, so much in fact that she was able to feel it through the material of her hooded armor shielding her face. Even Morrigan's powerful wings had some trouble soaring through the skies as she carries her owner to the northern east point of Icecrown, where the once Argent Tournament held their grounds and military footing. From this vantage point, even with the low visibility, Mizue was able to make out the still in-tact tents and banners far below. Snapping her hands on Morrigan's reins to direct her, causing the phosphorescent-hued drake shriek out and begin to lower her altitude to prepare for a landing.

There were not many people visible on the grounds as Mizue circles around the entirety of the sacred grounds. Another snap to the reins of Morrigan to command the drake to go lower and land this time, Morrigan responds with her call before making the descent. Causing a perfect landing down near the Argent Pavilion.

Dismounting from her back, the cold winds blow the Argent Crusade tabard Mizue had opted to once more wear over her armor to remind herself and others of her once rank and position within this faction. Years of torture Mizue had encountered at the hands of the Lich King after his shell came through her homes of both Stratholme and Silvermoon, killing her friends and people. The time here would never be forgotten.


“High Crusader Adelard?,” Mizue asks toward the desert-orange haired man with his back currently facing toward the entrance, who was looking over an assortment of papers scattered across a table. He was the only individual in here, but by the look of numerous supplies around the interior was proof that others had been here at some point in time. “It's been a while.”

The stern man makes a half about-face to look upon the woman as she was in the process of removing her hood from atop her head, freeing up her reddened hair and green eyes which look across to match eye contact. It took a moment for the man to run through faces and names in his head, before he finally speaks out lowly in retort. “Valentine.” Turning himself back to his papers after another moment of looking her over, seemingly resuming his work where he left off. “What are you doing back here?”

“I had some .. free time away from my business far down in Pandaria. Sir. I felt obligated to check up on things back here, where I had believed clean-up had been finally complete up here in Northrend and thus moved southward into the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor.”

“You thought wrong.”

“.. Sir, if I may.”

“Valentine, this better be damned important because I have other things that need my attention more than some bookworm coming back to check up on if we are crossing our Ts and dotting our Is.”

Mizue lets out a faint exhale while thinking about her next words. “I had come to perhaps enlist and get some enlightenment on tryin' to begin a clean-up operation within the Blackened Woods. The Scourge taint is still quite heavy there, despite the Lich King's demise. If those extensively tainted areas are not cleaned up soon, that lingerin' plague will spread further into the Eversong Woods, and perhaps even devour Silvermoon in time.”

A grunt. “By the time that happens I will be long dead.”

“But I will not.” Mizue firmly retorts to her superior, which was enough to finally get the man to take his eyes off his papers again and face the blood elf once more.

“Valentine, were you not aware that this world was nearly torn asunder by some dragons not too long ago? Or was your nose buried inside another goddamn book too far that you missed it?”

“I am very aware of the Cataclysm, sir.”

“Then you should know also that an event such as that, which could have wiped all life from this world, is more important than wanting to save a few trees and gold statues your people find so important.”

Exhale. My people are dead, sir. As in my family. I do not represent every blood elf. I am only considered Horde by affiliation, not because I want to be. And considering the recent actions of Warchief Garrosh, even that is dwindling. Regardless, I would do what I could in my power to help anyone if needed, be they Horde or Alliance. But chances are high I would be attacked if I stepped foot near Elwynn Forest or Westfall to try and help, so I wish to work .. closer to my people.”

“Then Valentine, I would suggest you turn around and go make some friends with those other elves of the Cenarion Circle or D.E.T.H.A. to help you if you want to go save trees and animals. This is still ground zero for the Scourge-taint. It's controlled, not gone. And I am posed with the duty to remain here until it is pushed back under the rug of that damn Citadel. Until that happens, then you can expect no sign of help from the Argent Crusade in Eversong Woods.”

“Then .. I wish to reassign myself here.”

Cocking his head back to look down upon the Field-Captain, arms crossing across his armored chest. “.. excuse me?”

Moving herself to attention, planting her feet and heels together and maintaining a straight spine. “I, Mizue Valentine, wish to rejoin the Argent Crusade at present rank and help the clean-up process. Another body to help, sir. I can venture back and forth fairly regularly to aid here, as well as maintain my position with the Grim back in Pandaria.”

“Wait—did you say Grim?”

A blink. “I did. Why, sir?”

“Forget it. I already have enough headaches here. The last thing anyone needs here is a bunch of goddamn crazies starting trouble. And if you're paling around with them now, we don't need you here either.” Turning back around to his paperwork as his arms uncross once more.


“Mizue? — MIZUE!” The sound of a dropped box of rations rocks the interior of the pavilion, as a tall draenei female makes a beeline over to the Field-Captain.

Turning herself toward the entrance, each of Mizue's green eyes blink in some surprise. “N-Nemar—ahhh! Caught up in a tight embrace, with a pair of bluish arms coming around her body. Mizue does her best to return the hug before finally she is let go.

“Miz', what you doing 'ere? Nemara thought you left!” Like a happy puppy seeing their master did Nemara's tail whip behind her tall stature back and forth behind her from side to side. “Look what you did to your hair! .. And hoop earrings?”

“I .. did leave, but I thought about returning for a while. To help here.”

“To which I said no,” Adelard firmly cuts in between the conversation of the women sternly, which gathers both the set of green eyes and blue over toward his direction. His hand lifting to point over toward the pigtailed blood elf. “You were a good soldier, Mizue. Good, not great. But I'm not about to risk having your Grim buddies come through here to mess up things just because they are bored.”

“'Grim'? What this 'Grim,' Miz'? You tell, yes?” Nemara turns her eyes back onto her friend, who still had her eyes firmly over on her superior.

“We don't want you here, Valentine. That's final. So please, hand over your tabard and go on back home.”

Words piercing through her ears, going into one and staying locked into her head to echo within. Lifting her hand to place against her breasts, fist gripping upon the embossed fabric of her tabard displaying the Argent Crusade emblem. A moment of firm eyes resting on her once commander before finally pulling her hand away.

No, I have a better idea on what to do with it.” Turning toward the pavilion entrance, brushing past Nemara in her motion outside back into the cold.

Nemara watches her friend leave back into the cold wind, then eyes her commander with her own firm look across her features. “If you no need her, no need Nemara either!” Stepping over that previously dropped body, Nemara's hooves smack into the wooden floor as she hastily goes outside to track down her friend before she got too far off.

"Women .."
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“So we're not in danger, no?,” Nemara asks while both she and Mizue sit in the midst of the tavern at the summit of K3. The draenei female looks across at her long-time friend from the days of the Shattered Sun Offensive, whom had flown them here from Icecrown upon the back of Morrigan. One of the goblins that works here to maintain the small station sets a mug of hot tea on front of each, collecting the change in payment left on the table.

“No, no no. No one in the Grim knows I'm even here. I'm just some Supplicant right now, a nobody. So it is not like they are keepin' tabs on all that I do. But if I go through with the last part of my trials to join their coalition in full, I will then be one of them. Then I fear I won't be able to see you anymore. I don't want them hurting you just because you are a draenei.” Mizue had not touched her tea, still just looking at her removed tabard resting folded up in the middle of the table beside her masked helmet in between the two of them.

“Namera understands, but will be sad to see Miz' go again,” Sliding her blue hands around the mug to lift the heated contents up to her mouth, taking a sip from it. “Ohhh, very hot! Almost tickles!”

Mizue tries to hold in a chuckle, but lets the sound pass her lips. “Oh Nemara, Nemara.”

“Come, come! Drink! We celebrate now, yes! This new step for Miz'! You go on with life, make big changes in the world! Lots of problems out there, Miz' help clear them up, yes yes!” Namara's lightened attitude flies free in the little tavern toward her friend, as she lifts up her mug of hot, sweetened tea.

Sliding up to sit up straight in her steel chair, Mizue brings her hands around her hot mug to hold onto it firmly. Bringing it up to lightly clack the side of the mug against Nemara's in a toast before both ladies bring their drinks to their lips to take in some of its contents.

“So what will you do, Nemara? I mean .. I am sure Adelard will not be too willing to take you back in the Crusade.”

A dismissive hand waves to the side by Nemara. “Nemara be fine, head back to Ironforge! See Nemara's boyfriend more now!”

Mizue has a minor choke on her drink, but manages to catch herself before it does any real damage. A soft cough covered with her hand to clear her esophagus. “.. you have a boyfriend now?”

“Yes yes!”

“Who lives in Ironforge?”

“Mmhmm!”

“.. he's a dwarf?”

“No, Miz' be silly! .. He's a gnome-gnome!”


Spit-take! “A gnome?!”

“A gnome, yes! His name Koin!”

Mizue blinks her bright green eyes over to her friend once more, with her slim red brow slightly cocked. “Doesn't the size differences .. between you two .. kind of make things .. I don't know, awkward?”

A light grin spreads across the face of the draenei, and Mizue was unable to see her tail slide side to side behind her seated body. “Koin small in height, but big where it counts, yes!”

“Nemara!”

Laughter from the dreanei is drowned out by her lips comes around her tea mug again to take a drink. “So what Miz' going to do with that?” Nodding her head down to the tabard resting upon the table still with the Argent Crusader crest on display.

“.. My last trial of this .. initiation process is to make a sacrifice. Thus I plan to cease all my ties with the Argent Crusade. If they do not want to help me, and they do not need me, then I have no further binding with them. And to show such, I'm going to burn my tabard in front of the High Inquisitor and the audience of the Grim.”

“Nemara understand. Cutting ties, moving on with life. Good good! .. But we will still always be sisters, yes?” Nemara blinks her soft blue eyes over to Mizue once more.

The blood elf answers in first placing her mug down and then extending her right arm out across the table toward Nemara. “We'll always be sisters, Nemara. That will never change. Shake and bake?”

In response, Nemara places her drink down and extends her right arm out toward Mizue's, as her blue-tinted flesh bumps the forearm against that of the former Argent Crusade's Field-Captain. “Shake and bake!”


( Further details and backstory which give insight and explain Mizue's previous connections can be found here: "This .. is who I am." )
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Rain fell down across the desolate Durotan and into Orgrimmar's capital that evening—the metaphor was not missed by the Field-Captain. Today had been a day filled with washing away the old so that something new could come into its place. So it was fitting that things would come to fruition this evening. Her last action underneath the colors of the Argent Crusade would be on this evening, because the next day would bring around a new start.

Sitting upon the wooden porch of the southern area action house nearest the mailbox, Mizue holds her legs together and knees propped up as a parchment rests upon the makeshift table of her lap. Laying her handwritting upon the sheet with swiftness to get her mind's words down.

"You're not going to tell me where you really were, are you?," G-Silver sits beside Mizue, the automaton atop of her folded up tabard, with its little stubby legs kicking out over the edge like that of the mannerisms of a child.

"I already told you: I was in Icecrown. I was at the Argent Pavilion. I was dealin' with matters."

"So you are actually leaving the Crusade?"

"I left back in winter, but did nae wish to burn any bridges before other paths were first discovered. The Crusade no longer needs my leadership, my expertise, nor my blades. The Grim—at least for the moment—has found all that useful. So until that usefulness has run out, I will remain with them." Mizue turns her gaze out toward some of the populous walking and flying out on their armored mounts through the falling rain.

"You do know you could just retire, right? Why risk your neck anymore! Let's go find a nice cottage out in Redridge Mountains, open up a bakery. Live out the good life."

"As I told the previous High Inquisitor in my initial letter of intent, I'm too young for the life of a civilian. — And that's Alliance territory. We're supposed to hate them, remember?"

"Oh right, GRRRR!" G-Silver clenches its hands and puts on its best mean look across his metallic features. Then he halts it and turns to look up at Mizue. "Wait—since when?"

"Since today." Folding up her letter across the middle, then reaching to take one of G-Silver's hands. Pulling it lightly to extend it from its body, to press across the front of the letter and seal it. As G-Silver retracts his arm, Mizue pushes back up to a stand once more. Sliding it into the nearby mailbox to have it sent to High inquisitor Aureliya. "And get off that, I need to hang on to it. For a little longer, anyway."

G-Silver eyes down to the folded tabard it was seated upon, then coming off it to stand up as Mizue leans down to pick it up. "Didn't you say you were going to burn that thing?"

"I am, but not here. C'mon," Mizue says as she tosses her quill over to the ground, having the end stab into the moist ground. "I owe you an oil change. Let's see if anyone in the slums is out in this weather."

"If they are, they're as stupid as we are!" Hopping off the porch and covering its domed head while in pursuit of the Field-Captain.




"High Inquisitor,

My absence and lack of results as of late have not been without merit. I had to venture rather far to seek my answers before any following actions could transpire, and the results have finally come back to me in dividends. With that being said, I am ready to move forward with the Grim, and offer my sacrifice before you and the audience of those I have fought alongside for the past few months. I cannot continue to hold and dwell onto my past, so now I will bathe it in fire so that something new can arise from the ashes. I await your response, and instructions on when and where this can be presented.

Turus osa neph'o nor,
Field-Captain Mizue Valentine"
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Mizue,

I look forward to the presentation of your sacrifice. You may present it before the guild at our upcoming guild meeting at the beginning of the month. You will find the details posted in our guild hall. I will provide time during the meeting for you to make the offering of your sacrifice and should it be deemed worthy, your promotion will follow. I look forward to seeing you then.

-High Inquisitor Aureliya Raindawn"
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