Revenge Overdue
Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2015 3:17 am
Syreena stood at a small, fresh grave just outside the herb garden. Ber, a worg runt she'd had since before the Dark Portal to Outland had opened, was recently killed by some beast in the snow just outside the Grim garrison. The word "ber" meant "bear" in wor sa fa chal, the language taught to her by her once best friend, Chavie. The Bear that was Ber's namesake was a druid named Ravovich. He was the little rogue's first mentor in group combat. The three of them, along with Lilly and Grolish, spent many, many hours together, battling in places like the Sunken Temple. So many Grims gone, their memory haunting her since the Nightmare. Some would return, or already have. Some never would.
Slowly, after finishing her silent goodbye to her longtime pet, she turned in the direction of splashing in the nearby water. A young hydra splashed there. "This one reminds me of you: many things which bite and an ill temper," Kex'ti had written in the note that accompanied the little beast. He also requested she not kill it out of spite and to take good care of it. Now she watched as the three heads fought over a fish it caught, snapping and hissing and spitting poison at each other, as if it didn't realize they were all part of the same body with a shared stomach. The little rogue sighed and motioned for the beast to follow her. The keeper at the menagerie refused to care for it because of its aggression with the other animals there. Syreena started back towards her little hut without waiting to see if it came with her or not.
A hut near the herb garden had been her home for nearly a year. Once it seemed cozy and safe. Now it just looked old and worn, like it had weathered too many cold storms. Bones, her undead horse, stood outside the hut with her most important belongings packed in his saddlebags. His bridle jingled as he shook his head and stomped his foot. The Shadowblade removed something from the pack and unwrapped it from the soft cloth protecting it. It was Mohan's scope. Shaelie had given it to her, for luck, along with a sincere note. The elf engineer had obviously tried to repair it, but the damage done to it was too much to fix fully. Syreena wrapped the cloth around it again and carefully replaced it in the saddlebags. She swung up onto her mount's back and steered him towards the Warspear portal.
One other set of memories had been haunting her since the Nightmare. Aleister. The drunken old gambling alchemist who raised her in life. He taught her how to pick herbs, brew potions, sneak, lie, steal, and lock picking. He also taught her the meaning of loss when he killed a kitten she brought home, and how to muffle her cries when she hurt lest he muffle them with a pillow over her head, how to shred her finger tips trying to escape a tiny locked closet, and how to deal with abandonment when he left her to die in a jail cell. She'd always planned to track him down and make him pay for how he'd treated her. She came close once, when she happened upon him in Shattrath, but he escaped her before she finished exacting her revenge. Since then, her Grim duties had kept her from hunting him down.
Now, however, she had no pressing Grim business to delay her any longer. She had no special assignment from the Commander; in fact, he seemed even more distant lately, if that were possible. Yemana had returned and had taken over her duties with the Earthshakers. The Tanaan Offensive would go on without her as well; between Anaie's team, Kex'ti's group, and Kerala's group, Syreena was confident the threats in the Hellfire Citadel would be eliminated by someone. All that remained was the issue of Vionora/Siane, but her hands were tied there; too many misled people protected that evil elf. There were no excuses left to keep her from her mission now.
From Warspear, she would go to Orgrimmar, then Outland. She last saw Aleister in Shattrath, so that's where she would start her search. She didn't leave a note. She'd already told enough people of her plans. Word would get around to who needed to know it.
Syreena rode through the portal out of the Grim garrison with the vicious young hydra waddling along behind her.
Slowly, after finishing her silent goodbye to her longtime pet, she turned in the direction of splashing in the nearby water. A young hydra splashed there. "This one reminds me of you: many things which bite and an ill temper," Kex'ti had written in the note that accompanied the little beast. He also requested she not kill it out of spite and to take good care of it. Now she watched as the three heads fought over a fish it caught, snapping and hissing and spitting poison at each other, as if it didn't realize they were all part of the same body with a shared stomach. The little rogue sighed and motioned for the beast to follow her. The keeper at the menagerie refused to care for it because of its aggression with the other animals there. Syreena started back towards her little hut without waiting to see if it came with her or not.
A hut near the herb garden had been her home for nearly a year. Once it seemed cozy and safe. Now it just looked old and worn, like it had weathered too many cold storms. Bones, her undead horse, stood outside the hut with her most important belongings packed in his saddlebags. His bridle jingled as he shook his head and stomped his foot. The Shadowblade removed something from the pack and unwrapped it from the soft cloth protecting it. It was Mohan's scope. Shaelie had given it to her, for luck, along with a sincere note. The elf engineer had obviously tried to repair it, but the damage done to it was too much to fix fully. Syreena wrapped the cloth around it again and carefully replaced it in the saddlebags. She swung up onto her mount's back and steered him towards the Warspear portal.
One other set of memories had been haunting her since the Nightmare. Aleister. The drunken old gambling alchemist who raised her in life. He taught her how to pick herbs, brew potions, sneak, lie, steal, and lock picking. He also taught her the meaning of loss when he killed a kitten she brought home, and how to muffle her cries when she hurt lest he muffle them with a pillow over her head, how to shred her finger tips trying to escape a tiny locked closet, and how to deal with abandonment when he left her to die in a jail cell. She'd always planned to track him down and make him pay for how he'd treated her. She came close once, when she happened upon him in Shattrath, but he escaped her before she finished exacting her revenge. Since then, her Grim duties had kept her from hunting him down.
Now, however, she had no pressing Grim business to delay her any longer. She had no special assignment from the Commander; in fact, he seemed even more distant lately, if that were possible. Yemana had returned and had taken over her duties with the Earthshakers. The Tanaan Offensive would go on without her as well; between Anaie's team, Kex'ti's group, and Kerala's group, Syreena was confident the threats in the Hellfire Citadel would be eliminated by someone. All that remained was the issue of Vionora/Siane, but her hands were tied there; too many misled people protected that evil elf. There were no excuses left to keep her from her mission now.
From Warspear, she would go to Orgrimmar, then Outland. She last saw Aleister in Shattrath, so that's where she would start her search. She didn't leave a note. She'd already told enough people of her plans. Word would get around to who needed to know it.
Syreena rode through the portal out of the Grim garrison with the vicious young hydra waddling along behind her.