Tap
Tap, Tap.
"What...?"
Tap, Ching!
The creature stirred within the dark orb which resembled an egg of sorts and was raised from the water sat upon the deck of the Crimson Spear, a Horde warship on its way from the Eastern Kingdoms to Kalimdor.
The crew was trying to break the shell to see what was inside...treasure? A new animal to raise for war? What curiosity lay within?
"Kal'majin, Go look in'at hole we put in it." The captain said, a gruff human male with all of the mannerisms of the Goblins that raised him.
"Aye aye, boss man." Kal said, inching forward cautiously.
The Troll touched the black orb. It was cold to the touch and smooth, without any sort of marks found on things that are usually crafted by normal means. An eerie blue light, soft, could be seen coming out of the hole, undiminished by the torches held by the other crew members at this time of night.
As the troll placed his other hand on it, the shell began to lose integrity, collapsing in an oily like substance, tinging the air with the smell of magical energy. Within the mass, a tall figure was laying there, on his stomach, his hair matted down by the substance he was enshrined in.
The troll inched forward, unsure, the crew motioning him forward only to be greeted by two shockingly predatory blue orbs. The creature let out a long terrible waill as it attempted to stand up, unsuccessfully. He screamed at the troll, his eyes wild as he tried to grasp at the Troll. A few of the crew, the braver ones anyway, ran to the man in the oil, holding him up but firm. His skin was smooth in some parts, but scaly in others.
A Sin'dorei woman emerged from the Captain's cabin in flowing crimson robes, her hair loose as she continued to walk towards the man. The man's eyes shot from the troll to the elven woman, which gave him pause... he had never seen an Elf like her... He attempted to speak to her In broken Darnassian, as he was still groggy from his long slumber. His serpentine like features complimented his Kaldorei looks giving him an altogether otherworldly visage.
The woman smirked, speaking in Orcish to the captain a moment before raising her hand to touch the Kaldorei's chest. But he was quick. As she pressed her fingertips to his flesh, clearing away the oil, his left hand shoots up and grabs her wrist instantly causing her to writhe slightly as the man drains what he is looking for, her language, the language of the crew members. But in his weakened state, he could garner no more before the woman pulls her arm back, startled.
"What are you?" She asks, frightened.
the man looks to the side a moment trying to absorb what he had just learned before slowly looking back at her
"Xavrael...."
((short notice. have to run!
will continue soon.))