Qabian turned along the road to Saltheril's Haven in the earlyafternoon. He was still having mixed thoughts about meeting Jastraagain. He knew her husband was careless and distracted, but he stillfelt awkward cuckolding another man. He'd never offered himself up onthe altar of a woman to know what that might be like. It wasn't that hewas afraid. More like uncertain what reactions might result from thisparticular relationship alchemy.
He had considered bringing some supplies up from Silvermoon as he hadoccasionally done as an apprentice. The only reason he had consideredit was because a strange kindness some random orc had shown to him atthe mailbox in Undercity had left him with an even stranger remnantsense of altruism. However, he had thought better of it after passingthrough the Inn. He hadn't worked so hard during his apprenticeship tocontinue to be someone's errand boy, especially someone as inane asSaltheril.
He walked up to the neverending party. He nodded to a few of the guestswho recognized him but didn't bother to bow. He didn't particularlywant to talk to anyone there, and he didn't see Jastra among them. Hedecided to find something intensely interesting about the hors d'oeuvretable for as long as he could stand.
He was just about to give up and return the way he had come, whenJastra came walking up over the hills, arm in arm with some othernoblewoman he had never seen before. They were laughing and carrying abouquet between them. Qabian couldn't help but smile genuinely when hesaw her. There were few left in this world that he could feel someattachment to, but Jastra had reintegrated herself into his life quitesmoothly.
At a break in her conversation with the other woman, Jastra spottedhim. She passed the bouquet to her partner in order to waveenthusiastically at him. He gave her his usual curt wave, along withhis rare genuine smile.
"Magister," she said, curtseying low as she stepped up to him.
"Lady Sunbound," he returned, bowing extravagantly.
The moment he stood up straight again, Jastra threw her arms aroundQabian's neck and kissed him full on the mouth. He staggered back insurprise, but caught himself on the edge of a table before gravitycould work a full disaster.
The whispers of the gathered guests seemed to give Jastra the effect she wanted. She smiled as she freed him.
"My lady?" Qabian was at a loss for words. He could feel heat rising tohis face. He wasn't sure whether it was anger, or embarassment, orsomething more positive.
"Oh, don't look so shocked," she teased. "What took you so long?"
"I have spent most of the week in the field of battle," he responded. "The Alliance needed--"
"Yes, yes. We know all about that, but it bores us here." Jastra lookedover one shoulder and winked at the woman she had arrived with, who wasstanding with several others, watching the pair and whispering. "Nowthat I know you have the time, come with me. We're going to exchangestories." She took his arm by the elbow and guided him down towards thepath away from the party.
His brow furrowed with frustration at his loss of control and herpersistent shallow intentions. Didn't she understand how important itwas to engage the Alliance at every opportunity? Did she even care thathe'd brushed her aside for several days in a row to attend to thatduty? He resisted the rising desire to throw her to the ground and walkaway from her, even if it would probably do wonders to repair what shewas doing to his reputation.
He wanted her knowledge, and then her submission. It was one thing tolet her steer an afternoon alone together, but today she had beenhighly indiscreet in public. He would never have taken that kind ofbehavior from a simpler courtesan without immediately showing her theback of his hand. Maybe her husband was willing to let her run amok,but the kindly feelings he had felt toward her mere moments ago werequickly dissipating in the building heat of his indignation. He didn'tappreciate being led around like an animal on a leash. Still, hefollowed her, at least until he learned what "story" she had for him.
Necessity's Game by Qabian
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((Lots of stuff happens in between at the TNG version. This is a collab post we worked on together. Red's lines are his and Q's are mine.))
Qabian sat on a simple wooden chair backed into one of the tidier corners of the Grim hall, his legs crossed and tucked up under him, a massive tome across his lap. He had the corner lit with his own magic. He was flipping through the book in a particularly impatient manner, muttering something about humans needing to learn to index properly. As was inevitable, he sliced his finger along the edge of a page. "Anar'alah --" he swore, lifting his finger to his mouth. The interruption caused him to look up and see Redcap standing before him.
Qabian had no idea how long the rogue had been standing there, and in his irritated state was simply not amused. "Can I help you?" Qabian asked roughly.
"Qabian, you left your dagger," Redcap holds out the obsidian knife.
Qabian looked shocked, and nearly let the book slide from his lap, magical light flickering. He caught the text before it hit the floor, straightened the pages, and carefully closed it. Book rescued, Qabian stared at the dagger for a long moment, then looked up at the rogue. "So it was you."
"I saw you leave from Saltheril's. You looked unhappy when you left with the female," Redcap explained with a smirk. "I picked this up when you left it. Never leave evidence."
"Get rid of it," Qabian ordered.
"What?"
"The dagger. You need to get rid of it. And you need to transfer ownership. You can't just throw it away. You need to give it to someone, and there's no way in the Nether you're giving it to me," the mage explained.
"What do you mean? I don't understand."
"The person I took it from died unpleasantly, notably at my own hand, but their luck was certainly not with them. After I had it in my possession, I did the one thing I never wanted to do in my lifetime. The person I gave it to, even though she never touched it, met a fairly disastrous end of her own, I assume thanks to you. The more quickly you get rid of it, the more luck you'll have. I suggest passing it off to an enemy," Qabian said.
Redcap laughed. "Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds? A string of bad luck coincides with finding a dagger, and you're so easily convinced it's cursed? The human got away after she dropped it and the Blood elf died after putting it down. Sounds iffy either way."
Qabian frowned. "Wait. Got away? I hardly think that -- Nevermind. This is not a game. It was taken from Scourge. It's Scourge magic. Risk it if you wish, but I'll be staying well out of your way as long as you're carrying it."
Redcap rolled his eyes. "I went to talk to my mother. She is a high ranking Magister. Once I explained where I would have to move if my friend was banished from the city and that I would have my new guildmates living with me and which of my new guildmates, she agreed to rescind your punishment. After all she has her precious daughter back and wouldn't want my old suite to be the new Shadowstalker quarters from Grim."
Qabian raised a brow. That was more new information. A Grim son of a high ranking Magistrix? The mage filed the information in the back of his mind.
Qabian interrupted with a laugh, but it was not a laugh of amusement. "How generous of you, considering you're the guilty party, but don't go out of your way for my sake."
Redcap holds up his hand. "You are my brother now. As long as you and I wear these colors, a hurt to you is a hurt to me, and I do not take a hurt to myself unavenged."
"I am still a minion," Qabian mumbled. "I have no colors yet." He continued more clearly, "In any case, I'm hardly about to take up residence in the Grim Hall, although that is an interesting method of convincing your mother. I am in the process of acquiring an apartment in the Undercity. Yes, it may take a few days, and it smells terrible there, but I've had enough of the city I helped rebuild for now. I don't want to see it any longer. I'll be fine with the Forsaken.
"I have no intention of returning to the Magisters. And I do not intend to return to Silvermoon until I have been to Outland for myself and finally found out what our beloved Prince is up to. I have heard many strange whispers in the time I've spent out of the city. I am going to find him, and when I do, I am going to learn what he's been doing. I don't need Silvermoon's permission or Silvermoon's titles to ask the questions I am going to ask, and I am likely better off without that allegiance. The Grim do not hesitate, and I no longer have the patience for hesitation. It is with the Grim that I will answer my questions, not with Lor'themar or Rommath.
"As for the sentence, it was convenient for me to accept it. Do you think I would have confessed to something you did, if I intended to fight their decision for me? I knew no harm would come to me. My being a Magister outweighed any desire for vengeance the Duke may have had. Besides, they had already decided I was guilty, whether I confessed or not.
"Thank you for killing that vermin of a woman, by the way. I had hoped she would suffer considerably longer, but you repaid a serious wound." The mage finished his speech with a solemn nod of thanks.
Redcap returned the nod. "You didn't know who killed her and the guards still don't. Dread Mage Lupen or any mage of skill could verify the truthfulness of you not killing her. If you want to leave, leave but don't take blame or credit for a body you did not kill."
"Ah, so that's it, is it?" Qabian smirked. "I took credit for your kill? That's a laugh. I would have killed her myself given the time. You just got to her more quickly. It was ever so convenient, really. The only reason I currently have to go back to Silvermoon is a few elements of research and study, and I am already arranging for a disguise during those times. I suspect I may eventually be able to lean the weight of the Grim on my exile, anyway, and be allowed some reprieve to at least use the city's resources on occasion. In the meantime, I have no use for Silvermoon," said Qabian.
Redcap said, "If you really have no use for Silvermoon, do what I do, rub their faces in their failure to affect you at all."
"Between Undercity and the Grim hall, I have already left. They can't affect me if I don't go back. And I'm certainly not going to pander to the Magisters any longer. They are too easily distracted. I would prefer to focus, and I believe it will be far easier to focus without being continuously surrounded by Silvermoon's intrigue. I thank you for your efforts to set things right, as you may see it, but I am content with how that incident turned out. Mostly."
A gloom passed over Qabian's face. His expression glazed for a moment, but he shook it off and continued. "If you wish to go back and take credit for my confessed crime, go ahead. It might be interesting to see the results the next time I visit the Master Jewelcrafter, but I prefer to just stay out of it. Now that I'm clear of the city, I'm going to stay clear of it for as long as possible."
"I care little for who knows I killed and it ill serves me for anyone to know I kill. I like it when they think I am the Grim yet happy Blood Elf. I was saying I wish you wouldn't take on the troubles of others, but if you are determined then by all means revel in your savagery. You do know I cut her in half, then cut her head off and removed the top part of her skull? I am sure the next time you are at Salon they will wonder how you got to be so fierce," Redcap's grin seemed to be self-deprecating.
At first, the graphic description made Qabian pale. His imagination could be overly vivid at times, but when he managed to regain an inward calm, the smile the mage returned was somehow more genuine. "I did not know that actually. All I heard was 'viciously mutilated'. You probably should take credit for your artwork. I'm sure your mother will protect you." Qabian laughed. "Yes, all that gore is hardly my style, is it? Strange how people so easily believe what they want to hear, even when it's ludicrous. But the title I earned means little to me now. I don't care to get it back. I shall simply have to pour a few more decades of effort into earning a new one. In the meantime, I can certainly live with the false claims of my viciousness. It will certainly make my choice of allegiance seem more appropriate."
((Here it becomes open to any with access to the Grim hall who might be passing through. Redcap doesn't believe Q's dagger is "a bad thing" so he wants to ask someone about it. Please copy/post at the TNG version in addition if you do here, since it's more complete there.))
Qabian sat on a simple wooden chair backed into one of the tidier corners of the Grim hall, his legs crossed and tucked up under him, a massive tome across his lap. He had the corner lit with his own magic. He was flipping through the book in a particularly impatient manner, muttering something about humans needing to learn to index properly. As was inevitable, he sliced his finger along the edge of a page. "Anar'alah --" he swore, lifting his finger to his mouth. The interruption caused him to look up and see Redcap standing before him.
Qabian had no idea how long the rogue had been standing there, and in his irritated state was simply not amused. "Can I help you?" Qabian asked roughly.
"Qabian, you left your dagger," Redcap holds out the obsidian knife.
Qabian looked shocked, and nearly let the book slide from his lap, magical light flickering. He caught the text before it hit the floor, straightened the pages, and carefully closed it. Book rescued, Qabian stared at the dagger for a long moment, then looked up at the rogue. "So it was you."
"I saw you leave from Saltheril's. You looked unhappy when you left with the female," Redcap explained with a smirk. "I picked this up when you left it. Never leave evidence."
"Get rid of it," Qabian ordered.
"What?"
"The dagger. You need to get rid of it. And you need to transfer ownership. You can't just throw it away. You need to give it to someone, and there's no way in the Nether you're giving it to me," the mage explained.
"What do you mean? I don't understand."
"The person I took it from died unpleasantly, notably at my own hand, but their luck was certainly not with them. After I had it in my possession, I did the one thing I never wanted to do in my lifetime. The person I gave it to, even though she never touched it, met a fairly disastrous end of her own, I assume thanks to you. The more quickly you get rid of it, the more luck you'll have. I suggest passing it off to an enemy," Qabian said.
Redcap laughed. "Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds? A string of bad luck coincides with finding a dagger, and you're so easily convinced it's cursed? The human got away after she dropped it and the Blood elf died after putting it down. Sounds iffy either way."
Qabian frowned. "Wait. Got away? I hardly think that -- Nevermind. This is not a game. It was taken from Scourge. It's Scourge magic. Risk it if you wish, but I'll be staying well out of your way as long as you're carrying it."
Redcap rolled his eyes. "I went to talk to my mother. She is a high ranking Magister. Once I explained where I would have to move if my friend was banished from the city and that I would have my new guildmates living with me and which of my new guildmates, she agreed to rescind your punishment. After all she has her precious daughter back and wouldn't want my old suite to be the new Shadowstalker quarters from Grim."
Qabian raised a brow. That was more new information. A Grim son of a high ranking Magistrix? The mage filed the information in the back of his mind.
Qabian interrupted with a laugh, but it was not a laugh of amusement. "How generous of you, considering you're the guilty party, but don't go out of your way for my sake."
Redcap holds up his hand. "You are my brother now. As long as you and I wear these colors, a hurt to you is a hurt to me, and I do not take a hurt to myself unavenged."
"I am still a minion," Qabian mumbled. "I have no colors yet." He continued more clearly, "In any case, I'm hardly about to take up residence in the Grim Hall, although that is an interesting method of convincing your mother. I am in the process of acquiring an apartment in the Undercity. Yes, it may take a few days, and it smells terrible there, but I've had enough of the city I helped rebuild for now. I don't want to see it any longer. I'll be fine with the Forsaken.
"I have no intention of returning to the Magisters. And I do not intend to return to Silvermoon until I have been to Outland for myself and finally found out what our beloved Prince is up to. I have heard many strange whispers in the time I've spent out of the city. I am going to find him, and when I do, I am going to learn what he's been doing. I don't need Silvermoon's permission or Silvermoon's titles to ask the questions I am going to ask, and I am likely better off without that allegiance. The Grim do not hesitate, and I no longer have the patience for hesitation. It is with the Grim that I will answer my questions, not with Lor'themar or Rommath.
"As for the sentence, it was convenient for me to accept it. Do you think I would have confessed to something you did, if I intended to fight their decision for me? I knew no harm would come to me. My being a Magister outweighed any desire for vengeance the Duke may have had. Besides, they had already decided I was guilty, whether I confessed or not.
"Thank you for killing that vermin of a woman, by the way. I had hoped she would suffer considerably longer, but you repaid a serious wound." The mage finished his speech with a solemn nod of thanks.
Redcap returned the nod. "You didn't know who killed her and the guards still don't. Dread Mage Lupen or any mage of skill could verify the truthfulness of you not killing her. If you want to leave, leave but don't take blame or credit for a body you did not kill."
"Ah, so that's it, is it?" Qabian smirked. "I took credit for your kill? That's a laugh. I would have killed her myself given the time. You just got to her more quickly. It was ever so convenient, really. The only reason I currently have to go back to Silvermoon is a few elements of research and study, and I am already arranging for a disguise during those times. I suspect I may eventually be able to lean the weight of the Grim on my exile, anyway, and be allowed some reprieve to at least use the city's resources on occasion. In the meantime, I have no use for Silvermoon," said Qabian.
Redcap said, "If you really have no use for Silvermoon, do what I do, rub their faces in their failure to affect you at all."
"Between Undercity and the Grim hall, I have already left. They can't affect me if I don't go back. And I'm certainly not going to pander to the Magisters any longer. They are too easily distracted. I would prefer to focus, and I believe it will be far easier to focus without being continuously surrounded by Silvermoon's intrigue. I thank you for your efforts to set things right, as you may see it, but I am content with how that incident turned out. Mostly."
A gloom passed over Qabian's face. His expression glazed for a moment, but he shook it off and continued. "If you wish to go back and take credit for my confessed crime, go ahead. It might be interesting to see the results the next time I visit the Master Jewelcrafter, but I prefer to just stay out of it. Now that I'm clear of the city, I'm going to stay clear of it for as long as possible."
"I care little for who knows I killed and it ill serves me for anyone to know I kill. I like it when they think I am the Grim yet happy Blood Elf. I was saying I wish you wouldn't take on the troubles of others, but if you are determined then by all means revel in your savagery. You do know I cut her in half, then cut her head off and removed the top part of her skull? I am sure the next time you are at Salon they will wonder how you got to be so fierce," Redcap's grin seemed to be self-deprecating.
At first, the graphic description made Qabian pale. His imagination could be overly vivid at times, but when he managed to regain an inward calm, the smile the mage returned was somehow more genuine. "I did not know that actually. All I heard was 'viciously mutilated'. You probably should take credit for your artwork. I'm sure your mother will protect you." Qabian laughed. "Yes, all that gore is hardly my style, is it? Strange how people so easily believe what they want to hear, even when it's ludicrous. But the title I earned means little to me now. I don't care to get it back. I shall simply have to pour a few more decades of effort into earning a new one. In the meantime, I can certainly live with the false claims of my viciousness. It will certainly make my choice of allegiance seem more appropriate."
((Here it becomes open to any with access to the Grim hall who might be passing through. Redcap doesn't believe Q's dagger is "a bad thing" so he wants to ask someone about it. Please copy/post at the TNG version in addition if you do here, since it's more complete there.))
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Anaie's ears caught the words "scouge blade" over her hearthstone.
"Redcap, I wish to see dis blade immediately." she spoke. "Meet me in da city of portals, I 'ave no desire to touch such a ting in Azeroth..."
"Aye Cap'n, I can be there very soon." came the young rogues reply.
Anaie stood in the street near the Scryer Bank waiting anxiously to see this so-called scourge weapon. Anything of scourge heritage was of interest to her, as any item or tome could provide much needed information about her condition. She had poured over tomes given to her by Cwen, and personally searched the Scarlet Library for any information.
"Bal'a dash, Cap'n" came Redcaps greeting as he approached Anaie on the street.
Anaie nodded at the young rogue, she felt an odd sensation as he drew near.
Perhaps dis ain't a good idea... she thought to herself as Redcap unwrapped a cloth bundle, revealing an obsidian blade.
"It is of scourge make, and taken from a human that attacked Qabian." the elf said as he extended the daggers pommel toward Anaie.
Anaie took the weapon from his hand and brought the blade close to examine it. It was extremely sharp and of amazing quality. As she held the blade in her hands, a flash of the past went through her mind.
She saw herself standing, alive, in front of the Lich, Kel'Thuzad, kneeling before him. She saw him speak to her, but could not hear the words... and then she saw a dagger extremely similar to the one she now held in her hands being presented to her as she rose. She saw herself draw the blade across her palm, drawing blood and letting it drip to the floor below at the foot of the Lich.
"You have done well elf.." all traces of her accent replaced by a very sinister, and strange voice rumbling deep within. "We are reunited once again..."
Anaie blinked for a moment as she felt a tingling in her hand. Looking down, she realized she had cut herself just as in the dream and her hand was extended allowing the blood to spill to the street.
"What 'ave ya done?!" she yelled to Redcap, as she flung the dagger to the side, sending it clattering into the street. "I was safe 'ere!" she screamed as she bolted off into the crowded streets of the City of Portals.
Anaie's ears caught the words "scouge blade" over her hearthstone.
"Redcap, I wish to see dis blade immediately." she spoke. "Meet me in da city of portals, I 'ave no desire to touch such a ting in Azeroth..."
"Aye Cap'n, I can be there very soon." came the young rogues reply.
Anaie stood in the street near the Scryer Bank waiting anxiously to see this so-called scourge weapon. Anything of scourge heritage was of interest to her, as any item or tome could provide much needed information about her condition. She had poured over tomes given to her by Cwen, and personally searched the Scarlet Library for any information.
"Bal'a dash, Cap'n" came Redcaps greeting as he approached Anaie on the street.
Anaie nodded at the young rogue, she felt an odd sensation as he drew near.
Perhaps dis ain't a good idea... she thought to herself as Redcap unwrapped a cloth bundle, revealing an obsidian blade.
"It is of scourge make, and taken from a human that attacked Qabian." the elf said as he extended the daggers pommel toward Anaie.
Anaie took the weapon from his hand and brought the blade close to examine it. It was extremely sharp and of amazing quality. As she held the blade in her hands, a flash of the past went through her mind.
She saw herself standing, alive, in front of the Lich, Kel'Thuzad, kneeling before him. She saw him speak to her, but could not hear the words... and then she saw a dagger extremely similar to the one she now held in her hands being presented to her as she rose. She saw herself draw the blade across her palm, drawing blood and letting it drip to the floor below at the foot of the Lich.
"You have done well elf.." all traces of her accent replaced by a very sinister, and strange voice rumbling deep within. "We are reunited once again..."
Anaie blinked for a moment as she felt a tingling in her hand. Looking down, she realized she had cut herself just as in the dream and her hand was extended allowing the blood to spill to the street.
"What 'ave ya done?!" she yelled to Redcap, as she flung the dagger to the side, sending it clattering into the street. "I was safe 'ere!" she screamed as she bolted off into the crowded streets of the City of Portals.
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Re: Necessity's Game by Qabian
by Qabian
All right, following below are all the references to the dagger up to Anaie's first post. At least I think. If I miss anything and add, I'll note in an edit.
And it seems Q did give it an origin linking it to the Kirin Tor/Scourge. I forgot that! He could easily be mistaken though, as he just says "most likely" and not much time passed between his finding it and deciding that. Or if you want, at some point between Anaie losing it and him finding it, it could've been abused by a mage. If it's better for Anaie if I edit that out, just let me know and I'll go back over it with my magic eraser pen.
Q did get cut. Is he going to have bad things? Uh oh!))
A mirror reflecting the past...
Qabian sat at his desk as he usually did, several tomes open in front of him, a few loose sheafs in neat stacks here and there within arm's reach. The bright morning light from the window was more than enough to light his work. He was completely engrossed in his study. Since the rebuilding, Silvermoon had been safer than ever. The guards dealt with anything. He had no reason to listen for soft padding footsteps or fear the knife that cut into his throat as he was writing, dropping scarlet onto the white pages on which he was making notes. It was a very light touch, but somehow enough pressure to draw blood, enough to hurt and warn, but he wasn't dead yet even though by all rights he should be in a situation like this.
He closed his eyes, probably not the best idea, but it helped him focus and calm the shock of the unexpected pain and interruption enough to contemplate his next step. Any swift movement would probably result in his throat sliced wide open. "Do you mind?" he said dryly.
"You should have just given me your money."
Qabian smirked, recognizing the voice from a certain encounter just a couple days ago. "I should have made sure you were dead."
The knife cut a little more deeply. Qabian winced. "I--" He swallowed, causing a few more drops of his blood to land on his desk. "I see you have a new knife."
"Obsidian," was the response. "Sharpest I've ever owned."
"Obsidian is mere rock. Volcanic, even. Its in its nature to melt, child."
"Not if it's enchanted."
"Ah. Well, are you going to tell me what you want or are you just going to very slowly ruin my work by bleeding me over my desk one drop at a time?"
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"The Prince is not in Quel'thalas and where he did go, your father didn't follow him."
"B-but how do you know? He must have wanted to. He must have--"
"It didn't happen, but I may be able to show you what did. Will you come with me?" With the cloak draped over one arm, Qabian moved to stand before the girl and offered her his free hand. To any who didn't know him it may have actually seemed that he was having a change of heart and had something to show the girl. To any who did, they'd know this could not possibly end well, at least not for her.
"Out-out there?"
Qabian nodded, his smile as bland and unmoving as if etched in stone.
"But the guards?" She bent down to pick up her knife.
"Leave it. Walk with me." The blade still held interest. He wasn't about to let it go so easily, knowing what he had in mind for the girl.
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That was a truth. She didn't want to share it or any other truth again, but perhaps she owed him that much. She narrowed her gaze at him. She debated getting to her feet and just walking away. She had come this far. She could find somewhere to collect her thoughts and start her quest again. Her enemy had been right about her emotions, but he had been wrong about her inability to make use of them. She had simply chosen to use them in the wrong way.
"I lost everything," she said. "Including my knife," she added, mumbling in Common, assuming the other wouldn't understand, not having placed his accent. She had found that knife in the Plaguelands, but she'd ripped it from the failing hands of a rotting Scourge cadaver she'd dispatched herself, not conveniently tripped across it in an abandoned home.
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"Other than the fact that she was capable but stupid, she was entirely unremarkable. However, I did acquire this from her." Qabian reached into the pouch at his belt and pulled out a small bundle of white linens. He slowly unwrapped the cloth, revealing a shining black dagger with a gleaming steel hilt and a blade of near surgical sharpness, dark as the unknown, resting on his outstretched palm. "She said she found it in the Plaguelands. I have not had the time to research its origins, but it is quite beautiful. I thought, perhaps, a gift, in exchange for our afternoon."
She smiled at him, but made no move to take the knife. He returned the smile. He would not let her have it yet anyway, not while he was still here and she so recently belittled by him. She may be a silly girl, but she was Sin'dorei, and not unlikely to stab him when he had his back turned, even if any of the feelings she had shown him were genuine.
And of course, like most things he said, it was a lie. He had done his research. The blade was infused with ill magic, likely to turn the fortunes of any who used it. Its original owner was most likely a Kirin Tor wizard conveniently caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, now turned shadow mage of the Scourge. It was also probably only because the human girl had left the blade behind that she had been found and rescued on the beach, although Qabian himself remained unaware of that event.
He wanted to rid himself of the blade and knew it would be best to transfer ownership rather than hide it. He was also scientifically curious to see if Jastra would use it and what its effects might be on her. When he had felt kindly towards her, he had intended to present it to her husband instead and satisfy his curiosity that way, but she had changed that with a few actions of her own. And with this payment for her services, he effectively reduced any personal attachment with her to that of a customer's business relationship.
He wrapped the blade back up and placed it in the planter next to the bench. "I will leave it here for you. Now, you said you have something for me?"
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Redcap pulled the sickly dagger from its wrappings and applied the vilest poison he has yet learned to make and then concentrated his hate for those who betray and he hammered his blades into Jastra's kidneys, leaning in to whisper into her ears as he body locked up from shock.
"You should never ever harm one of our own, die in agony"
He pulls his blades apart and the body falls in two halves, to insure this one was dead his blades crossed in a X one severing the windpipe the other removing the top of the skull.
Redcap grinned thinking of the other shadowwalkers in Grim who used dagger's "Let's see them do that much damage with their puny stickers" he mused.
Placing his blades back in their scabbards Redcap ghosted after his friend, his work on killing the Elf a matter of mere moments
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Qabian sat on a simple wooden chair backed into one of the tidier corners of the Grim hall, his legs crossed and tucked up under him, a massive tome across his lap. He had the corner lit with his own magic. He was flipping through the book in a particularly impatient manner, muttering something about humans needing to learn to index properly. As was inevitable, he sliced his finger along the edge of a page. "Anar'alah --" he swore, lifting his finger to his mouth. The interruption caused him to look up and see Redcap standing before him.
The mage had no idea how long the rogue had been standing there, and in Qabian's irritated state he was simply not amused. "Can I help you?" he asked roughly.
"Qabian, you left your dagger," Redcap holds out the obsidian knife.
Qabian looked shocked, and nearly let the book slide from his lap, magical light flickering. He caught the text before it hit the floor, straightened the pages, and carefully closed it. Book rescued, Qabian stared at the dagger for a long moment, then looked up at the rogue. "So it was you."
"I saw you leave from Saltheril's. You looked unhappy when you left with the female," Redcap explained with a smirk. "I picked this up when you left it. Never leave evidence."
"Get rid of it," Qabian ordered.
"What?"
"The dagger. You need to get rid of it. And you need to transfer ownership. You can't just throw it away. You need to give it to someone, and there's no way in the Nether you're giving it to me," the mage explained.
"What do you mean? I don't understand."
"The person I took it from died unpleasantly, notably at my own hand, but their luck was certainly not with them. After I had it in my possession, I did the one thing I never wanted to do in my lifetime. The person I gave it to, even though she never touched it, met a fairly disastrous end of her own, I assume thanks to you. The more quickly you get rid of it, the more luck you'll have. I suggest passing it off to an enemy," Qabian said.
Redcap laughed. "Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds? A string of bad luck coincides with finding a dagger, and you're so easily convinced it's cursed? The human got away after she dropped it and the Blood elf died after putting it down. Sounds iffy either way."
Qabian frowned. "Wait. Got away? I hardly think that -- Nevermind. This is not a game. It was taken from Scourge. It's Scourge magic. Risk it if you wish, but I'll be staying well out of your way as long as you're carrying it."
All right, following below are all the references to the dagger up to Anaie's first post. At least I think. If I miss anything and add, I'll note in an edit.
And it seems Q did give it an origin linking it to the Kirin Tor/Scourge. I forgot that! He could easily be mistaken though, as he just says "most likely" and not much time passed between his finding it and deciding that. Or if you want, at some point between Anaie losing it and him finding it, it could've been abused by a mage. If it's better for Anaie if I edit that out, just let me know and I'll go back over it with my magic eraser pen.
Q did get cut. Is he going to have bad things? Uh oh!))
A mirror reflecting the past...
Qabian sat at his desk as he usually did, several tomes open in front of him, a few loose sheafs in neat stacks here and there within arm's reach. The bright morning light from the window was more than enough to light his work. He was completely engrossed in his study. Since the rebuilding, Silvermoon had been safer than ever. The guards dealt with anything. He had no reason to listen for soft padding footsteps or fear the knife that cut into his throat as he was writing, dropping scarlet onto the white pages on which he was making notes. It was a very light touch, but somehow enough pressure to draw blood, enough to hurt and warn, but he wasn't dead yet even though by all rights he should be in a situation like this.
He closed his eyes, probably not the best idea, but it helped him focus and calm the shock of the unexpected pain and interruption enough to contemplate his next step. Any swift movement would probably result in his throat sliced wide open. "Do you mind?" he said dryly.
"You should have just given me your money."
Qabian smirked, recognizing the voice from a certain encounter just a couple days ago. "I should have made sure you were dead."
The knife cut a little more deeply. Qabian winced. "I--" He swallowed, causing a few more drops of his blood to land on his desk. "I see you have a new knife."
"Obsidian," was the response. "Sharpest I've ever owned."
"Obsidian is mere rock. Volcanic, even. Its in its nature to melt, child."
"Not if it's enchanted."
"Ah. Well, are you going to tell me what you want or are you just going to very slowly ruin my work by bleeding me over my desk one drop at a time?"
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"The Prince is not in Quel'thalas and where he did go, your father didn't follow him."
"B-but how do you know? He must have wanted to. He must have--"
"It didn't happen, but I may be able to show you what did. Will you come with me?" With the cloak draped over one arm, Qabian moved to stand before the girl and offered her his free hand. To any who didn't know him it may have actually seemed that he was having a change of heart and had something to show the girl. To any who did, they'd know this could not possibly end well, at least not for her.
"Out-out there?"
Qabian nodded, his smile as bland and unmoving as if etched in stone.
"But the guards?" She bent down to pick up her knife.
"Leave it. Walk with me." The blade still held interest. He wasn't about to let it go so easily, knowing what he had in mind for the girl.
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That was a truth. She didn't want to share it or any other truth again, but perhaps she owed him that much. She narrowed her gaze at him. She debated getting to her feet and just walking away. She had come this far. She could find somewhere to collect her thoughts and start her quest again. Her enemy had been right about her emotions, but he had been wrong about her inability to make use of them. She had simply chosen to use them in the wrong way.
"I lost everything," she said. "Including my knife," she added, mumbling in Common, assuming the other wouldn't understand, not having placed his accent. She had found that knife in the Plaguelands, but she'd ripped it from the failing hands of a rotting Scourge cadaver she'd dispatched herself, not conveniently tripped across it in an abandoned home.
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"Other than the fact that she was capable but stupid, she was entirely unremarkable. However, I did acquire this from her." Qabian reached into the pouch at his belt and pulled out a small bundle of white linens. He slowly unwrapped the cloth, revealing a shining black dagger with a gleaming steel hilt and a blade of near surgical sharpness, dark as the unknown, resting on his outstretched palm. "She said she found it in the Plaguelands. I have not had the time to research its origins, but it is quite beautiful. I thought, perhaps, a gift, in exchange for our afternoon."
She smiled at him, but made no move to take the knife. He returned the smile. He would not let her have it yet anyway, not while he was still here and she so recently belittled by him. She may be a silly girl, but she was Sin'dorei, and not unlikely to stab him when he had his back turned, even if any of the feelings she had shown him were genuine.
And of course, like most things he said, it was a lie. He had done his research. The blade was infused with ill magic, likely to turn the fortunes of any who used it. Its original owner was most likely a Kirin Tor wizard conveniently caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, now turned shadow mage of the Scourge. It was also probably only because the human girl had left the blade behind that she had been found and rescued on the beach, although Qabian himself remained unaware of that event.
He wanted to rid himself of the blade and knew it would be best to transfer ownership rather than hide it. He was also scientifically curious to see if Jastra would use it and what its effects might be on her. When he had felt kindly towards her, he had intended to present it to her husband instead and satisfy his curiosity that way, but she had changed that with a few actions of her own. And with this payment for her services, he effectively reduced any personal attachment with her to that of a customer's business relationship.
He wrapped the blade back up and placed it in the planter next to the bench. "I will leave it here for you. Now, you said you have something for me?"
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Redcap pulled the sickly dagger from its wrappings and applied the vilest poison he has yet learned to make and then concentrated his hate for those who betray and he hammered his blades into Jastra's kidneys, leaning in to whisper into her ears as he body locked up from shock.
"You should never ever harm one of our own, die in agony"
He pulls his blades apart and the body falls in two halves, to insure this one was dead his blades crossed in a X one severing the windpipe the other removing the top of the skull.
Redcap grinned thinking of the other shadowwalkers in Grim who used dagger's "Let's see them do that much damage with their puny stickers" he mused.
Placing his blades back in their scabbards Redcap ghosted after his friend, his work on killing the Elf a matter of mere moments
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Qabian sat on a simple wooden chair backed into one of the tidier corners of the Grim hall, his legs crossed and tucked up under him, a massive tome across his lap. He had the corner lit with his own magic. He was flipping through the book in a particularly impatient manner, muttering something about humans needing to learn to index properly. As was inevitable, he sliced his finger along the edge of a page. "Anar'alah --" he swore, lifting his finger to his mouth. The interruption caused him to look up and see Redcap standing before him.
The mage had no idea how long the rogue had been standing there, and in Qabian's irritated state he was simply not amused. "Can I help you?" he asked roughly.
"Qabian, you left your dagger," Redcap holds out the obsidian knife.
Qabian looked shocked, and nearly let the book slide from his lap, magical light flickering. He caught the text before it hit the floor, straightened the pages, and carefully closed it. Book rescued, Qabian stared at the dagger for a long moment, then looked up at the rogue. "So it was you."
"I saw you leave from Saltheril's. You looked unhappy when you left with the female," Redcap explained with a smirk. "I picked this up when you left it. Never leave evidence."
"Get rid of it," Qabian ordered.
"What?"
"The dagger. You need to get rid of it. And you need to transfer ownership. You can't just throw it away. You need to give it to someone, and there's no way in the Nether you're giving it to me," the mage explained.
"What do you mean? I don't understand."
"The person I took it from died unpleasantly, notably at my own hand, but their luck was certainly not with them. After I had it in my possession, I did the one thing I never wanted to do in my lifetime. The person I gave it to, even though she never touched it, met a fairly disastrous end of her own, I assume thanks to you. The more quickly you get rid of it, the more luck you'll have. I suggest passing it off to an enemy," Qabian said.
Redcap laughed. "Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds? A string of bad luck coincides with finding a dagger, and you're so easily convinced it's cursed? The human got away after she dropped it and the Blood elf died after putting it down. Sounds iffy either way."
Qabian frowned. "Wait. Got away? I hardly think that -- Nevermind. This is not a game. It was taken from Scourge. It's Scourge magic. Risk it if you wish, but I'll be staying well out of your way as long as you're carrying it."
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((below is the compliation of posts in regards to the blade since I came in. I will try to put all the speakers in [brackets] to help keep it clear))
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[Anaie]
Anaie's ears caught the words "scouge blade" over her hearthstone.
"Redcap, I wish to see dis blade immediately." she spoke. "Meet mein da city of portals, I 'ave no desire to touch such a ting inAzeroth..."
"Aye Cap'n, I can be there very soon." came the young rogues reply.
Anaie stood in the street near the Scryer Bank waiting anxiouslyto see this so-called scourge weapon. Anything of scourge heritage wasof interest to her, as any item or tome could provide much neededinformation about her condition. She had poured over tomes given to herby Cwen, and personally searched the Scarlet Library for anyinformation.
"Bal'a dash, Cap'n" came Redcaps greeting as he approached Anaie on the street.
Anaie nodded at the young rogue, she felt an odd sensation as he drew near.
Perhaps dis ain't a good idea... she thought to herself as Redcap unwrapped a cloth bundle, revealing an obsidian blade.
"It is of scourge make, and taken from a human that attackedQabian." the elf said as he extended the daggers pommel toward Anaie.
Anaie took the weapon from his hand and brought the blade close toexamine it. It was extremely sharp and of amazing quality. As she heldthe blade in her hands, a flash of the past went through her mind.
She saw herself standing, alive, in front of the Lich, Kel'Thuzad,kneeling before him. She saw him speak to her, but could not hear thewords... and then she saw a dagger extremely similar to the one she nowheld in her hands being presented to her as she rose. She saw herselfdraw the blade across her palm, drawing blood and letting it drip tothe floor below at the foot of the Lich.
"You have done well elf.." all traces of her accent replaced by avery sinister, and strange voice rumbling deep within. "We are reunitedonce again..."
Anaie blinked for a moment as she felt a tingling in her hand.Looking down, she realized she had cut herself just as in the dream andher hand was extended allowing the blood to spill to the street.
"What 'ave ya done?!" she yelled to Redcap, as she flung thedagger to the side, sending it clattering into the street. "I was safe'ere!" she screamed as she bolted off into the crowded streets of theCity of Portals.
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[Redcap]
Redcap looks at Anaie running off and sighs. "I'll tell ye what thecurse on this dagger be, it be the curse o'me pickin it up when peopledrops it or leaves it somewhere."
Redcap shivers and laughs. He spins the dagger from hand to hand watching the sun play on the blade.
"Maybe someone else will want to throw it down?"
Redcap walks through the portal city looking for someone who might want to see the dagger.
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[Redcap, after a private interlude between Q and a warlock, Ninorra]
*A slight tapping comes over Qabian's hearthstone*
in a small voice "Brother, have you found another for me to speak with?"
Redcap hoped the Magus could hear him, Qabian sounded distraught.
Redcap thought "I need to get me a magical device to get me to himsooner, he attracts trouble like a pile of gold attracts dwarves"
Redcap concentrated on the differences that made him a shadowwalker before speaking over his hearthstone again.
"Hey any of ya know how I can find our Guildmates, do I need something other than our stone?"
"Oh yeah, Ahoy shadowwalkers!"
Redcap shook his hearthstone and murmered "Damn communication device"
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[Qabian, after a bit more time with the warlock]
Qabian watched her and made a mental note to ask his mother about apast incident with a red-eyed girl. As much as his mother was no longera part of society since the war, she was an absorber of gossip if not asharer of it. Perhaps she could inform him.
The mage shuddered at the demon's seductive parting gesture.
Once convinced the pair were out of earshot, Qabian took out his stone."Redcap? Did Anaie not tell you enough to encourage you to get rid ofthat thing? She seemed so interested that I thought for sure she wouldappease you."
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[Redcap]
** floated from his pouch "Redcap? Did Anaie not tell you enough toencourage you to get rid of that thing? She seemed so interested that Ithought for sure she would appease you." **
"By the Sunwell, do I have to put this thing somewhere else, it won'ttalk when I want it to and it makes noise when I am hunting"
**a small short shriek and the sounds of steel hitting flesh**'
Redcap pulls his hearthstone from his pouch. "Ahoy de..... I mean greetings Brother, how are you this fine day?.... um Over"
Redcap waits for an eternity of 4 to 5 seconds and says "Anaie cut herhand on the dagger, did some of that Forsaken weird voice thing, threwthe dagger on the ground, and now I am walking around looking forsomeone to give this to or maybe "GIVE" this to."
An long while passes with silence, after both of these seconds havepassed "Umm maybe I shouldn't drink the rum Syreena bought me andthat's a Redcap Out, over, Roger?"
**giggles** "Did you hear me, I said "GIVE" my dagger to, I think I need to find a girlfriend"
**Whistling and singing** "What will you do with a drunken Redcap, Ohwhat will you do with a Drunken Redcap, errrly in the Mornin!"
"Oi Lass, yeah you in the Pretty robes, want to duel?"
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[Qabian]
Qabian looked down, holding tightly to the bridge of his nose as helistened to the rambling, an expression of exasperation, but he smiledas well, even as he opened his mouth to respond only to be cut off eachtime.
The mage couldn't lose the constant expectation that Redcap wouldsuddenly start screaming himself, just by virtue of having the daggerin his possession, perhaps from falling into a kodo trap, or beingabducted by enemy trolls and forced into unthinkable acts, but all thatfollowed was jaunty singing.
Qabian finally spoke over Redcap's apparently drunken babble, notparticularly bothered that he might be ignored. "Don't you think if ithurt your captain and she threw it away that maybe I'm right about it?But yes, if you're not going to ask someone else about it, I suggestyou give it away without the innuendo, and keep it out of the Grim."
Qabian pocketed the stone again and moved down the ramp to hisUndercity bank. Time to get some supplies and head out after thosepeasants after all.
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[Qabian and Redcap]
"Hey there, hey you pretty lady!"
"I want to make a deposit. Shhhh honeybear, that mechanical thing is gonna come tromping through any second"
**Redcap hears "Don't you think if it hurt your captain and she threwit away that maybe I'm right about it? But yes, if you're not going toask someone else about it, I suggest you give it away without theinnuendo, and keep it out of the Grim." **
"Anaie sent me a letter asking me to keep it for a bit, she thanked mefor finding it for her..... haaaaaaaaaaa QABIAN, the room is spinning!"
Redcap begins muttering "Kick me out of the house will she?"
"Hey Qabian, we going hunting?"
Qabian rolled his eyes. He stuffed a fresh roll of bandages in hispouch, then went to find his hawkstrider where he'd left her in thecourtyard. Riding afforded more chances than flight for the slaughterof innocent bystanders. He grumbled to himself as he walked. What wasthat Forsaken rogue woman thinking? Just keep the dagger? In the handsof a loopy drunk, no less? Whatever. Qabian was just glad it wasn't inhis own hands.
"Yes, Redcap. I am going hunting. You, on the other hand,are probably not going to be much more than Alliance bait if you keepat Syreena's rum."
"Qabian, wait for me."
Redcap whistled for Shadow and with a smell of fire and feathers his mount appeared.
"To the portal room, we have vermin to kill!"
Redcap rode to the portal and with a flash appeared in the Undercity.
"Faster shadow Faster, the Mage is probably still gathering his ... things, you know their sticks and pointy things. "
"Move Scum, " Redcap shouts to the people in his way. "A Grim rides through!"
Redcap passes a pretty lass and a red rose floats from his hand intohers, with a pressure of his knees the massive Warbird ceases itsrunning.
Redcap knew the Mage would be another few moments, heck not everyone packed lite.
Redcap shifted in his saddle with his movements every weapon in hisarsenal was counted for. He does a flip off of the bird and lands in abow.
"Ahoy there lass, what's a pretty one like you doing here unescorted?"
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[Anaie]
Anaie's ears caught the words "scouge blade" over her hearthstone.
"Redcap, I wish to see dis blade immediately." she spoke. "Meet mein da city of portals, I 'ave no desire to touch such a ting inAzeroth..."
"Aye Cap'n, I can be there very soon." came the young rogues reply.
Anaie stood in the street near the Scryer Bank waiting anxiouslyto see this so-called scourge weapon. Anything of scourge heritage wasof interest to her, as any item or tome could provide much neededinformation about her condition. She had poured over tomes given to herby Cwen, and personally searched the Scarlet Library for anyinformation.
"Bal'a dash, Cap'n" came Redcaps greeting as he approached Anaie on the street.
Anaie nodded at the young rogue, she felt an odd sensation as he drew near.
Perhaps dis ain't a good idea... she thought to herself as Redcap unwrapped a cloth bundle, revealing an obsidian blade.
"It is of scourge make, and taken from a human that attackedQabian." the elf said as he extended the daggers pommel toward Anaie.
Anaie took the weapon from his hand and brought the blade close toexamine it. It was extremely sharp and of amazing quality. As she heldthe blade in her hands, a flash of the past went through her mind.
She saw herself standing, alive, in front of the Lich, Kel'Thuzad,kneeling before him. She saw him speak to her, but could not hear thewords... and then she saw a dagger extremely similar to the one she nowheld in her hands being presented to her as she rose. She saw herselfdraw the blade across her palm, drawing blood and letting it drip tothe floor below at the foot of the Lich.
"You have done well elf.." all traces of her accent replaced by avery sinister, and strange voice rumbling deep within. "We are reunitedonce again..."
Anaie blinked for a moment as she felt a tingling in her hand.Looking down, she realized she had cut herself just as in the dream andher hand was extended allowing the blood to spill to the street.
"What 'ave ya done?!" she yelled to Redcap, as she flung thedagger to the side, sending it clattering into the street. "I was safe'ere!" she screamed as she bolted off into the crowded streets of theCity of Portals.
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[Redcap]
Redcap looks at Anaie running off and sighs. "I'll tell ye what thecurse on this dagger be, it be the curse o'me pickin it up when peopledrops it or leaves it somewhere."
Redcap shivers and laughs. He spins the dagger from hand to hand watching the sun play on the blade.
"Maybe someone else will want to throw it down?"
Redcap walks through the portal city looking for someone who might want to see the dagger.
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[Redcap, after a private interlude between Q and a warlock, Ninorra]
*A slight tapping comes over Qabian's hearthstone*
in a small voice "Brother, have you found another for me to speak with?"
Redcap hoped the Magus could hear him, Qabian sounded distraught.
Redcap thought "I need to get me a magical device to get me to himsooner, he attracts trouble like a pile of gold attracts dwarves"
Redcap concentrated on the differences that made him a shadowwalker before speaking over his hearthstone again.
"Hey any of ya know how I can find our Guildmates, do I need something other than our stone?"
"Oh yeah, Ahoy shadowwalkers!"
Redcap shook his hearthstone and murmered "Damn communication device"
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[Qabian, after a bit more time with the warlock]
Qabian watched her and made a mental note to ask his mother about apast incident with a red-eyed girl. As much as his mother was no longera part of society since the war, she was an absorber of gossip if not asharer of it. Perhaps she could inform him.
The mage shuddered at the demon's seductive parting gesture.
Once convinced the pair were out of earshot, Qabian took out his stone."Redcap? Did Anaie not tell you enough to encourage you to get rid ofthat thing? She seemed so interested that I thought for sure she wouldappease you."
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[Redcap]
** floated from his pouch "Redcap? Did Anaie not tell you enough toencourage you to get rid of that thing? She seemed so interested that Ithought for sure she would appease you." **
"By the Sunwell, do I have to put this thing somewhere else, it won'ttalk when I want it to and it makes noise when I am hunting"
**a small short shriek and the sounds of steel hitting flesh**'
Redcap pulls his hearthstone from his pouch. "Ahoy de..... I mean greetings Brother, how are you this fine day?.... um Over"
Redcap waits for an eternity of 4 to 5 seconds and says "Anaie cut herhand on the dagger, did some of that Forsaken weird voice thing, threwthe dagger on the ground, and now I am walking around looking forsomeone to give this to or maybe "GIVE" this to."
An long while passes with silence, after both of these seconds havepassed "Umm maybe I shouldn't drink the rum Syreena bought me andthat's a Redcap Out, over, Roger?"
**giggles** "Did you hear me, I said "GIVE" my dagger to, I think I need to find a girlfriend"
**Whistling and singing** "What will you do with a drunken Redcap, Ohwhat will you do with a Drunken Redcap, errrly in the Mornin!"
"Oi Lass, yeah you in the Pretty robes, want to duel?"
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[Qabian]
Qabian looked down, holding tightly to the bridge of his nose as helistened to the rambling, an expression of exasperation, but he smiledas well, even as he opened his mouth to respond only to be cut off eachtime.
The mage couldn't lose the constant expectation that Redcap wouldsuddenly start screaming himself, just by virtue of having the daggerin his possession, perhaps from falling into a kodo trap, or beingabducted by enemy trolls and forced into unthinkable acts, but all thatfollowed was jaunty singing.
Qabian finally spoke over Redcap's apparently drunken babble, notparticularly bothered that he might be ignored. "Don't you think if ithurt your captain and she threw it away that maybe I'm right about it?But yes, if you're not going to ask someone else about it, I suggestyou give it away without the innuendo, and keep it out of the Grim."
Qabian pocketed the stone again and moved down the ramp to hisUndercity bank. Time to get some supplies and head out after thosepeasants after all.
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[Qabian and Redcap]
"Hey there, hey you pretty lady!"
"I want to make a deposit. Shhhh honeybear, that mechanical thing is gonna come tromping through any second"
**Redcap hears "Don't you think if it hurt your captain and she threwit away that maybe I'm right about it? But yes, if you're not going toask someone else about it, I suggest you give it away without theinnuendo, and keep it out of the Grim." **
"Anaie sent me a letter asking me to keep it for a bit, she thanked mefor finding it for her..... haaaaaaaaaaa QABIAN, the room is spinning!"
Redcap begins muttering "Kick me out of the house will she?"
"Hey Qabian, we going hunting?"
Qabian rolled his eyes. He stuffed a fresh roll of bandages in hispouch, then went to find his hawkstrider where he'd left her in thecourtyard. Riding afforded more chances than flight for the slaughterof innocent bystanders. He grumbled to himself as he walked. What wasthat Forsaken rogue woman thinking? Just keep the dagger? In the handsof a loopy drunk, no less? Whatever. Qabian was just glad it wasn't inhis own hands.
"Yes, Redcap. I am going hunting. You, on the other hand,are probably not going to be much more than Alliance bait if you keepat Syreena's rum."
"Qabian, wait for me."
Redcap whistled for Shadow and with a smell of fire and feathers his mount appeared.
"To the portal room, we have vermin to kill!"
Redcap rode to the portal and with a flash appeared in the Undercity.
"Faster shadow Faster, the Mage is probably still gathering his ... things, you know their sticks and pointy things. "
"Move Scum, " Redcap shouts to the people in his way. "A Grim rides through!"
Redcap passes a pretty lass and a red rose floats from his hand intohers, with a pressure of his knees the massive Warbird ceases itsrunning.
Redcap knew the Mage would be another few moments, heck not everyone packed lite.
Redcap shifted in his saddle with his movements every weapon in hisarsenal was counted for. He does a flip off of the bird and lands in abow.
"Ahoy there lass, what's a pretty one like you doing here unescorted?"
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[Chaindog and Redcap, after Qabian leaves Redcap to go hunting]
A sniffing sound is heard behind Redcap. "Where she be Redcap? Me cansmell er on you." The stern face of Chaindog looks down upon Redcap.
"You speak of Cwen, the one I asked everyone about during the guildmeeting and no one wanted to say anything? Is that who you are askingabout? The one who captured my heart and makes me drink like a commondrunk when she isn't around, is that who you speak of? Cwen, the onlyreason I am not killing female Blood Elves for merely living? Is thatwho you are asking about? " [Redcap inquired]
Contempt appears across her face. "Me care not who you current girl toybe. Me was smelling of Anaie on you." The contempt spreads to a grin,"Be you her new boytoy?"
"Err yes, well of course you meant Anaie, i must still be drunk or maybe I hit my head dismounting." Redcap says with a blush.
"Why would I ask about Cwen? boytoy, whats that? who is that? Not me, no siree." **whistles**
"Anaie, well yes I saw her during our meeting and then afterwards wemeet in the portal city and I gave her this dagger, " Redcap twirls aobsidian blade in his hand. "she cut her hand and then spoke is someoverly creepy forsaken voice, thanked me, threw the dagger on theground and vanished. She is a shadowwalker, she does stranger thingsthan that when she gets a sandwhich at Grimhall."
Chaindog blinks, notices Redcap blush, then a sharp laugh. "Ha! You dobe wanting her." Chaindog says with a grin. She pokes Redcap in thechest with a finger and says, "So you be wanting to find a table tobend Cwen over huh?" She says with a chuckle.
Chaindog sighs, the joke over with, she looks a little more serious andsays, "Anaie not being so good lately. She been acting weird,especially in da old world here in Azeroth. Me notice sometimes she notbe da same."
"eh, mayhap you should be looking at taking dat dagger to someone whoknows more." A sly smirk spreads across her face, "May be yous girl toywill know more. All me know is she been doing work for Anaie. Me notknow what she been doing, but me been trying question her for promotionout da Minion rank but me not be finding her."
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[Cwen]
A dry hot breeze blows in small gusts across the small patch of cakedlava. A large diagram lays forever embossed or enchanted into the driedlava. The heat has thoroughly soaked her. She swears even her bones arewarm. Yet still, she hugs herself standing in the midst of the heat.She shivers as if she is freezing. Her eyes are down cast while shecontemplates her choice. Still to this point in time she wonders ifthis is the right choice.
A short gust of wind is heard behind her. It’s the gust of a horse’sbreath through its nostrils. Her back snaps rigid. He’s here. She turnsslowly to face him. The wind now blows her hair across her face whileshe holds herself tight. She looks through the strands seeing the mounthe rides. She forces herself to raise her eyes to meet his. For what isonly a brief second and yet feels like an eternity their eyes meet. Hiseyes like any undead merely stare back at her devoid of emotion. To herhowever, it’s like he’s pulling the very essence of her soul to him.She breaks contact with him by looking to the side and down, at nothingreally. She visibly shivers again. Feeling awkward in his presence shebecomes formal and curtsies. She doesn’t care whether he likes it ornot, she’ll not change her ways now. Not now after what she’s asked himto do.
He dismounts, takes all of two steps forward and thrusts his handoutward towards her. Time slows for her. A purplish ray, almost like awinding snake slithers its way out from his hand. She watches as itslowly approaches her. She remembers then her letter to him; soexplicit, so precise in its instructions.
Dread Magus Lupen Vakov
I seek from you a boon. My recentresearch into the Scarlet Crusade, the Argent Dawn and The Brotherhoodof Light has become suddenly… known. I cannot stop what I have startedas I will not fail in my task. I cannot allow myself to fail. Yet, Ifear for my soul.
You may be thinking why I would choose you of all warlocks. Otherwarlocks have ego, some have morals, some torturous ways, and yet theyonly think they are evil. They know not what they speak of. Only when Ilook upon you, do I not just see evil, I feel it, to the depths of mysoul. Why would I trust one such as you, you ask. A simple answer, atruthful answer, is that better to have you than any other.
Ironic is not it, that a simple title of ‘Dread’ was the key word in myresearch. You see, the word ‘dread’ when I heard your name spoken to mewas what set me upon this path. With feverish frenzy I did search forwhat it meant. Thus I ask you to save my soul.
I trust not myself in person. To look upon you is cause enough to fleeand I cannot do that. I will muster what strength I have to do onlythat. I have prepared all that is needed for what I must do. Speak nowords to me.
Should you agree to this, I ask that you protect it and shelter it. Ihave remained innocent in this life and free of the sins of this world.While I am naïve in most of this world, I am not stupid and I value myinnocence above all else. I cannot promise that where I will go I willbe able to protect it thus all I need of you now is to hold my soul.
Simply,
Cwen
The wisps of the purplish ray play their tricks on her mind. Like awispy hand, it reaches into her chest and the chill becomes real. Aconvulsion causes her to lurch forward into darkness.
A short while later her eyes slowly open. Everything is blurry. Sheblinks a little to clear them and peers around. Looking at her hand shenotices she is in her shadowform. Not feeling very well she tries torevert to her more normal form to see if she can cure herself. Failure.Even that has changed. She has become nothing more than a shade of herformer self.
Digging into her pouch she pulls out her hearthstone and says in a wispy voice, “Anaie? Redcap?”
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[Redcap]
The voice of a angel was ringing in his ears Redcap looks around for Cwen.
"Cwen. where are you, where have you been?"
Redcap pulls out a silver ring, it is an exact copy of a ring he hadmade for Cwen, her ring was enchanted to increase her powers ofhealing, his was to warn him if she was ever in trouble and call him toher side.
"Magic, who knows what it does, I bet the creator of these rings was pulling my leg."
"CWEN!"
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[Cwen and Redcap]
Her voice is softer than usual. "I've been doing some research forAnaie. It's a long story really. Perhaps saved for a pleasant eveningat a decent tavern." She pushes herself to her feet.
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"Your wishes my lady, are my commands. Think on the ring and it shouldlead me to you, or it better or i'll have a Mage's guts for guitarstrings."
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"What ring?" A pause, "Wait, did you just say it would lead you to me?That's very sweet of you to be concerned for my well being."
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Redcap concentrates on his hearthstone hoping no on else in Grim can hear him.
"You are the only female of our people to treat me as anything otherthan a bother at best or something to beat at worst. Of course I amconcerned with your well being I thought all the times when we were inbattle that I would come back to make sure you were ok would be a cluethat i was more than interested in you."
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Utter Stunned Silence.
Almost a minute goes by before she speaks. "I, I don't know what tosay. I'm just a librarian. Why would you have feelings for someone likeme?"
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"Because you are smart, beautiful and you are the only Sin'dorei ofyour gender who has brought a cessation to my pain as opposed tobringing me more"
Redcap starts to step into the shadows. "I know the Captn be aroundhere, I need someone teasing me about Cwen like I need one less sword"Redcap thinks as he fades into invisiiblity.
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She says in a small voice, "Thank you, but I am not beautiul. Certainly not now."
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"Your beauty isn't just in your looks, its in your soul as well, theway you are always there with a kind word and a helping hand, the wayyou keep us on our feet when our enemies attack us.
The way you seem to ignore it when Taintedone, Durfang, and the others tease me about you when you are nearby.
Your beauty is in the heat of battle when your sweet songs cools the tempers of the group.
Your beauty is entwined in my blades when you healed me as my life poured out into them to bring them into existence.
Surely you jest when you say you are not beautiful?"
Redcap concentrates on a broadcast known only to the Shadowwalkers in Grim.
"Shadowwalkers, can one of you explain females to me?"
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In an almost wailing voice, "I don't have that anymore."
A sniffing sound is heard behind Redcap. "Where she be Redcap? Me cansmell er on you." The stern face of Chaindog looks down upon Redcap.
"You speak of Cwen, the one I asked everyone about during the guildmeeting and no one wanted to say anything? Is that who you are askingabout? The one who captured my heart and makes me drink like a commondrunk when she isn't around, is that who you speak of? Cwen, the onlyreason I am not killing female Blood Elves for merely living? Is thatwho you are asking about? " [Redcap inquired]
Contempt appears across her face. "Me care not who you current girl toybe. Me was smelling of Anaie on you." The contempt spreads to a grin,"Be you her new boytoy?"
"Err yes, well of course you meant Anaie, i must still be drunk or maybe I hit my head dismounting." Redcap says with a blush.
"Why would I ask about Cwen? boytoy, whats that? who is that? Not me, no siree." **whistles**
"Anaie, well yes I saw her during our meeting and then afterwards wemeet in the portal city and I gave her this dagger, " Redcap twirls aobsidian blade in his hand. "she cut her hand and then spoke is someoverly creepy forsaken voice, thanked me, threw the dagger on theground and vanished. She is a shadowwalker, she does stranger thingsthan that when she gets a sandwhich at Grimhall."
Chaindog blinks, notices Redcap blush, then a sharp laugh. "Ha! You dobe wanting her." Chaindog says with a grin. She pokes Redcap in thechest with a finger and says, "So you be wanting to find a table tobend Cwen over huh?" She says with a chuckle.
Chaindog sighs, the joke over with, she looks a little more serious andsays, "Anaie not being so good lately. She been acting weird,especially in da old world here in Azeroth. Me notice sometimes she notbe da same."
"eh, mayhap you should be looking at taking dat dagger to someone whoknows more." A sly smirk spreads across her face, "May be yous girl toywill know more. All me know is she been doing work for Anaie. Me notknow what she been doing, but me been trying question her for promotionout da Minion rank but me not be finding her."
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[Cwen]
A dry hot breeze blows in small gusts across the small patch of cakedlava. A large diagram lays forever embossed or enchanted into the driedlava. The heat has thoroughly soaked her. She swears even her bones arewarm. Yet still, she hugs herself standing in the midst of the heat.She shivers as if she is freezing. Her eyes are down cast while shecontemplates her choice. Still to this point in time she wonders ifthis is the right choice.
A short gust of wind is heard behind her. It’s the gust of a horse’sbreath through its nostrils. Her back snaps rigid. He’s here. She turnsslowly to face him. The wind now blows her hair across her face whileshe holds herself tight. She looks through the strands seeing the mounthe rides. She forces herself to raise her eyes to meet his. For what isonly a brief second and yet feels like an eternity their eyes meet. Hiseyes like any undead merely stare back at her devoid of emotion. To herhowever, it’s like he’s pulling the very essence of her soul to him.She breaks contact with him by looking to the side and down, at nothingreally. She visibly shivers again. Feeling awkward in his presence shebecomes formal and curtsies. She doesn’t care whether he likes it ornot, she’ll not change her ways now. Not now after what she’s asked himto do.
He dismounts, takes all of two steps forward and thrusts his handoutward towards her. Time slows for her. A purplish ray, almost like awinding snake slithers its way out from his hand. She watches as itslowly approaches her. She remembers then her letter to him; soexplicit, so precise in its instructions.
Dread Magus Lupen Vakov
I seek from you a boon. My recentresearch into the Scarlet Crusade, the Argent Dawn and The Brotherhoodof Light has become suddenly… known. I cannot stop what I have startedas I will not fail in my task. I cannot allow myself to fail. Yet, Ifear for my soul.
You may be thinking why I would choose you of all warlocks. Otherwarlocks have ego, some have morals, some torturous ways, and yet theyonly think they are evil. They know not what they speak of. Only when Ilook upon you, do I not just see evil, I feel it, to the depths of mysoul. Why would I trust one such as you, you ask. A simple answer, atruthful answer, is that better to have you than any other.
Ironic is not it, that a simple title of ‘Dread’ was the key word in myresearch. You see, the word ‘dread’ when I heard your name spoken to mewas what set me upon this path. With feverish frenzy I did search forwhat it meant. Thus I ask you to save my soul.
I trust not myself in person. To look upon you is cause enough to fleeand I cannot do that. I will muster what strength I have to do onlythat. I have prepared all that is needed for what I must do. Speak nowords to me.
Should you agree to this, I ask that you protect it and shelter it. Ihave remained innocent in this life and free of the sins of this world.While I am naïve in most of this world, I am not stupid and I value myinnocence above all else. I cannot promise that where I will go I willbe able to protect it thus all I need of you now is to hold my soul.
Simply,
Cwen
The wisps of the purplish ray play their tricks on her mind. Like awispy hand, it reaches into her chest and the chill becomes real. Aconvulsion causes her to lurch forward into darkness.
A short while later her eyes slowly open. Everything is blurry. Sheblinks a little to clear them and peers around. Looking at her hand shenotices she is in her shadowform. Not feeling very well she tries torevert to her more normal form to see if she can cure herself. Failure.Even that has changed. She has become nothing more than a shade of herformer self.
Digging into her pouch she pulls out her hearthstone and says in a wispy voice, “Anaie? Redcap?”
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[Redcap]
The voice of a angel was ringing in his ears Redcap looks around for Cwen.
"Cwen. where are you, where have you been?"
Redcap pulls out a silver ring, it is an exact copy of a ring he hadmade for Cwen, her ring was enchanted to increase her powers ofhealing, his was to warn him if she was ever in trouble and call him toher side.
"Magic, who knows what it does, I bet the creator of these rings was pulling my leg."
"CWEN!"
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[Cwen and Redcap]
Her voice is softer than usual. "I've been doing some research forAnaie. It's a long story really. Perhaps saved for a pleasant eveningat a decent tavern." She pushes herself to her feet.
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"Your wishes my lady, are my commands. Think on the ring and it shouldlead me to you, or it better or i'll have a Mage's guts for guitarstrings."
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"What ring?" A pause, "Wait, did you just say it would lead you to me?That's very sweet of you to be concerned for my well being."
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Redcap concentrates on his hearthstone hoping no on else in Grim can hear him.
"You are the only female of our people to treat me as anything otherthan a bother at best or something to beat at worst. Of course I amconcerned with your well being I thought all the times when we were inbattle that I would come back to make sure you were ok would be a cluethat i was more than interested in you."
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Utter Stunned Silence.
Almost a minute goes by before she speaks. "I, I don't know what tosay. I'm just a librarian. Why would you have feelings for someone likeme?"
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"Because you are smart, beautiful and you are the only Sin'dorei ofyour gender who has brought a cessation to my pain as opposed tobringing me more"
Redcap starts to step into the shadows. "I know the Captn be aroundhere, I need someone teasing me about Cwen like I need one less sword"Redcap thinks as he fades into invisiiblity.
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She says in a small voice, "Thank you, but I am not beautiul. Certainly not now."
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"Your beauty isn't just in your looks, its in your soul as well, theway you are always there with a kind word and a helping hand, the wayyou keep us on our feet when our enemies attack us.
The way you seem to ignore it when Taintedone, Durfang, and the others tease me about you when you are nearby.
Your beauty is in the heat of battle when your sweet songs cools the tempers of the group.
Your beauty is entwined in my blades when you healed me as my life poured out into them to bring them into existence.
Surely you jest when you say you are not beautiful?"
Redcap concentrates on a broadcast known only to the Shadowwalkers in Grim.
"Shadowwalkers, can one of you explain females to me?"
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In an almost wailing voice, "I don't have that anymore."
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Anaie finally digs out her stone and replies, "Aye Cwen... ya wereseekin me out? Ya sound disturbed... If my task fer ya is gettin toodifficult..."
As Anaie spoke she heard Redcap's call for aid about females comethrough the private setting her sister had established and sighed.
Continuing on with her prior sentance, "... *ahem* if you wish to meet,I would suggest ya find yer way to da city of portals. Dere 'as been anunforseen development in regards to my past...and I know dat Redcapstalks you nearly constantly. If 'e is near and we be in da old world,I will not come to ya."
As Anaie spoke she heard Redcap's call for aid about females comethrough the private setting her sister had established and sighed.
Continuing on with her prior sentance, "... *ahem* if you wish to meet,I would suggest ya find yer way to da city of portals. Dere 'as been anunforseen development in regards to my past...and I know dat Redcapstalks you nearly constantly. If 'e is near and we be in da old world,I will not come to ya."
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[Cwen & Anaie]
"Anaie!" she says with almost a shriek in voice. "I've never been to this city of portals you speak of."
"One my leads in my research has lead me to Strathome. There is a demon I need to talk to there." she says.
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"I will come ta ya in da old world den... but only if ya keep Redcapaway. Da daggah 'e 'olds... it must be destroyed or at least handedovah to da Dawn. We will meet at Hammahfall, an' while dere perhaps tryto find dat mage friend of 'is as well. I want more infermation from'im."
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"I can do that Anaie. I can meet you there. I don't want Redcap to see me like this anyway." Cwen says with a sorrowful voice.
"When you mean that mage friend of his, who are you talking about? I'll ask Redcap."
Switching to Redcap. "What dagger is Anaie talking about that you haveand what does it have to with some mage friend of yours?"
"Anaie!" she says with almost a shriek in voice. "I've never been to this city of portals you speak of."
"One my leads in my research has lead me to Strathome. There is a demon I need to talk to there." she says.
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"I will come ta ya in da old world den... but only if ya keep Redcapaway. Da daggah 'e 'olds... it must be destroyed or at least handedovah to da Dawn. We will meet at Hammahfall, an' while dere perhaps tryto find dat mage friend of 'is as well. I want more infermation from'im."
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"I can do that Anaie. I can meet you there. I don't want Redcap to see me like this anyway." Cwen says with a sorrowful voice.
"When you mean that mage friend of his, who are you talking about? I'll ask Redcap."
Switching to Redcap. "What dagger is Anaie talking about that you haveand what does it have to with some mage friend of yours?"
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[Redcap and Cwen]
"Ahh it's some sorta dagger that Qabian found on this little piece of trash. It's got a nice spin to it.
Qabian is probably who she is speaking of.
What can I do to make you happier miss?"
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"Are there any markings on it? Any symbols or names written upon it?"
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It's black, very plain with a nice balance.
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"ah, then it's no good to me." Silence...
"Ahh it's some sorta dagger that Qabian found on this little piece of trash. It's got a nice spin to it.
Qabian is probably who she is speaking of.
What can I do to make you happier miss?"
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"Are there any markings on it? Any symbols or names written upon it?"
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It's black, very plain with a nice balance.
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"ah, then it's no good to me." Silence...
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"Cwen..." Anaie whispered into her hearthstone. "I 'ave moreinfermation on dat blade. Anotha memory while I rested last eve. Youmust find someone dat cannot be plagued to get it from Redcap's 'ands.One of yer blood knights perhaps... dey should be immune to plague astheir light-sworn Alliance counterparts. Do not let him cause anywounds wit dat blade... dat is when its powah releases... and if Qabianwas wounded by it, I would monitor 'is 'ealth. I will tell you morewhen we meet this eve in Hammerfall. Ensure the blade goes to someonewe trust, I may 'ave a need for it in the future..."
Anaie looked at the infected wound on her hand from where she cutherself with the blade and winced. The wound seemed to invigorate herbody, infusing it with a power that she had not felt since the dayswhen she served as one of Kel'Thuzad's assassins, and the short monthsafter she was freed from his control. She was remembering more and moreof her past in the past months as she remained in the Outlands, free ofhis attempts to gain control of her mind again. But with those memoriescame an exhaustion and weakness that she never felt before. Anaieplaced her wounded hand across her belly, not to mention the return ofsome of her more human bodily traits.
"What da 'ell is wrong with ya... " she muttered to herself.
Anaie looked at the infected wound on her hand from where she cutherself with the blade and winced. The wound seemed to invigorate herbody, infusing it with a power that she had not felt since the dayswhen she served as one of Kel'Thuzad's assassins, and the short monthsafter she was freed from his control. She was remembering more and moreof her past in the past months as she remained in the Outlands, free ofhis attempts to gain control of her mind again. But with those memoriescame an exhaustion and weakness that she never felt before. Anaieplaced her wounded hand across her belly, not to mention the return ofsome of her more human bodily traits.
"What da 'ell is wrong with ya... " she muttered to herself.
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[Cwen, Anaie, Chaindog]
"A blood knight? One of those arrogant meanies?" Whispers Cwen. "Why would I trust one of them?"
"Give me one good reason I shouldn't just get it myself?"
She then speaks to Redcap, "Meet me in Hammerfall. Bring the blade, hide it on your person so Anaie doesn't see it."
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Anaie sighed, something was different about Cwen... she was not herusual self it seemed. Lifting her stone to her lips, Anaie whisperedvery softly so noone else would hear, "That blade is called"Plaguebringer" and unless you elves are immune to horrid wastingdiseases, I would suggest you find one dat is. It is da daggah I usedta use to kill fer Kel'Thuzad.... Considerin' da dangers we be takin'meetin' in Azeroth, I will be comin' unarmed... and I suggest ya bewillin' ta run if tings go poorly."
Anaie lowered her stone and thought who she could bring with her to themeeting, just in case... Grogkor couldn't do what needed to be done,and she swore to him that she wouldn't utilize Lupens servicesanymore...
"Chaindog... I require yer services dis eve in Hammerfall... pleasecome wit da utmost secrecy." Anaie spoke into the stone. Chaindog hadas much to lose if Anaie was lost again as Anaie did.
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With annoyance in her voice she says blindly into her heartstone, "Just show up damn it!" [Cwen]
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"Yous gonna be on da old world? If you sure, me will be dere. Me gonnacome ready for you more, unflavourable side. You gonna bring yousboytoy?"
Chaindog heads away from the vendors on the upper ring in Undercity andto the bank where she digs out a set of really powerful and expensivearrows.
A young orc peers at her from his vault area and she's "Hah, stoopid troll, you wasted your money dumbass!"
Chaindog kicks out her right foot and it connects with the side of theorc's knee. Sounds of poping of the joint, ripping of the tendons isheard as the knee is caved to the other side ways. The orc's mouth gapsin a soundless scream. Chaindog then throws a right handed two knucklepunch in the side of the jaw. The jaw pops, dislocates and a bottomtusk smashes in to top tuck and chips the tusk.
She then grabs his shirt and flips him over herself onto his back. Theweight of the orc cause his shirt to rip. She then raises her foot andthrusts it downward and she stomps him in the head several time causinghim to jerk and spasm. With his face pulped and bloody she finallystops.
Not caring what anyone else thinks, she yells at his unconcious form dying on the floor. "Me GRIM! Know yous place maggot!"
Then in an about-face, she says to Anaie, "Me be dere Anaie, yous not see me, but me will be dere. Me know just da spot."
She then walkss up to the flight master and catches a flight to Hammerfall.
"A blood knight? One of those arrogant meanies?" Whispers Cwen. "Why would I trust one of them?"
"Give me one good reason I shouldn't just get it myself?"
She then speaks to Redcap, "Meet me in Hammerfall. Bring the blade, hide it on your person so Anaie doesn't see it."
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Anaie sighed, something was different about Cwen... she was not herusual self it seemed. Lifting her stone to her lips, Anaie whisperedvery softly so noone else would hear, "That blade is called"Plaguebringer" and unless you elves are immune to horrid wastingdiseases, I would suggest you find one dat is. It is da daggah I usedta use to kill fer Kel'Thuzad.... Considerin' da dangers we be takin'meetin' in Azeroth, I will be comin' unarmed... and I suggest ya bewillin' ta run if tings go poorly."
Anaie lowered her stone and thought who she could bring with her to themeeting, just in case... Grogkor couldn't do what needed to be done,and she swore to him that she wouldn't utilize Lupens servicesanymore...
"Chaindog... I require yer services dis eve in Hammerfall... pleasecome wit da utmost secrecy." Anaie spoke into the stone. Chaindog hadas much to lose if Anaie was lost again as Anaie did.
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With annoyance in her voice she says blindly into her heartstone, "Just show up damn it!" [Cwen]
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"Yous gonna be on da old world? If you sure, me will be dere. Me gonnacome ready for you more, unflavourable side. You gonna bring yousboytoy?"
Chaindog heads away from the vendors on the upper ring in Undercity andto the bank where she digs out a set of really powerful and expensivearrows.
A young orc peers at her from his vault area and she's "Hah, stoopid troll, you wasted your money dumbass!"
Chaindog kicks out her right foot and it connects with the side of theorc's knee. Sounds of poping of the joint, ripping of the tendons isheard as the knee is caved to the other side ways. The orc's mouth gapsin a soundless scream. Chaindog then throws a right handed two knucklepunch in the side of the jaw. The jaw pops, dislocates and a bottomtusk smashes in to top tuck and chips the tusk.
She then grabs his shirt and flips him over herself onto his back. Theweight of the orc cause his shirt to rip. She then raises her foot andthrusts it downward and she stomps him in the head several time causinghim to jerk and spasm. With his face pulped and bloody she finallystops.
Not caring what anyone else thinks, she yells at his unconcious form dying on the floor. "Me GRIM! Know yous place maggot!"
Then in an about-face, she says to Anaie, "Me be dere Anaie, yous not see me, but me will be dere. Me know just da spot."
She then walkss up to the flight master and catches a flight to Hammerfall.
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Anaie stood before the portal to Undercity and checked the power levelon her teleporter one final time. If things went bad, this device couldsave lives... including her own. She did not like being unarmored andunarmed, but it was the safest way to be in Azeroth. For a moment sheconsidered filing down her claws but smirked as she imagined Grogkor'sreaction if she returned from this meeting.
Anaie sighed softly as she thought of her lover. She had a note left inthe spot they often shared in Shattrath in case she did not return,explaining the circumstances and that he was not to take any actionagainst those involved. She was doing this on her own, it was notanyone else's fault, especially Chaindog's if she were to have to putan arrow through her heart.
" 'opefully dat ain't necessary" Anaie mused to herself quietly.Chiandog is plenty skilled to achieve what was discussed in private.Sighing once more she stepped through the portal, and made haste toHammerfall.
Anaie sighed softly as she thought of her lover. She had a note left inthe spot they often shared in Shattrath in case she did not return,explaining the circumstances and that he was not to take any actionagainst those involved. She was doing this on her own, it was notanyone else's fault, especially Chaindog's if she were to have to putan arrow through her heart.
" 'opefully dat ain't necessary" Anaie mused to herself quietly.Chiandog is plenty skilled to achieve what was discussed in private.Sighing once more she stepped through the portal, and made haste toHammerfall.
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Redcap wandered along somewhere, it didn't really matter.
He sauntered along smiling and twirling the obsidian blade. He wouldoften pause and hurl it into a freestanding piece of wood, every cityhad them.
Grinning he would try and race the dagger to the landing, the dagger always beat him thonking into the wood with a sharp retort.
Seeing a picture of a advertisement for some goblin hair growing cremehe pulls back his arm and throws the dagger with all his might.
The dagger tumbles end over end as Redcap races to beat the dagger to its latest sheath.
A sickly green glow starts to emanate from the dagger, and Redcap feels a tug on his soul.
The dagger and Redcap both disappear from the busy thoroughfare, no oneeven notices, people portal out from every inch of the city on mostdays and seeing the rogues colors caused those who were inquisitive toquickly find something safer to do than wonder where or what one of theGrim had gone to.
Redcap felt the familiar pull of a summoning spell but knew he had tobe attuned before the magics would normally work on him so he was atfirst concerned but like all young males he was more sure of hisimmortality than his head first plunge into danger.
Redcap hears the dagger bounce off of steel and sees a sight both horrifying and strangely sad.
Before him stands three females, two blood Elves and one Forsaken,behind the forsaken is the largest axe-wielding demon he has ever seen.
Redcap does nothing more than assume a stance anyone familiar with him would recognize.
"Orisa, my sister how nice to see you I see the rumors of our sisters return were not exaggerated."
The slender elven lass smirks in what is surely a genetic trait amongstthe Dawnspire clan. "Brother, you do remember Mahakali don't you itseems she has returned from where ever it is she was"
A older elf dressed in plate mail carrying a shield and at her side aflaming sword nods to Redcap. "Well brother you seem to have grown up,thank the Sunwell you are not using your real name, you are stillplaying with the most dangerous of toys."
Redcap looks between the two sisters the stamp of their heritage apparent on all their faces.
The gloom parts just a little as the Forsaken steps off her dreadsteed.
"What no quip for me, no hug, no kiss for your eldest sister? " says the forsaken pushing back the hood on her cloak.
Redcap blanches and starts to stammer "Ven... Vendaria you died, you .... they said your unit was... "
The warlocks eyes glow like balefire "Silence mortal! ... sorry mybrother it is hard to hold ties of family sometimes I remember oh how Iremember the red taste of .... another time perhaps. You will give theobsidian dagger to Mahakali, and she will be nice to you. Father isgone and Mother is busy doing whatever it is mother does, that means Iam the eldest and my word is law, if either of you shadowwalker orblood knight so much as torments the other over a slice of bread, Iwill feed you to Haaghun here and lets see how well Orisa can raise youwhile you are being digested. "
Redcap had already gathered the dagger to his hand after steppingthrough the portal the action seemed automatically like breathing forthe young elf.
Recap's eyes started to glow with a sickly green taint and he pulledback his arm, his other hand brushed across the handle of his Blade andfor a brief moment a hammer ringing and the sweet smell of sunshineflooded the area.
Redcap lowered his arm and smiled. "Well it's not the first time i have wanted to give you a dagger, let's hope its the last."
With the glow fading from the shadowwalkers eyes he placed the obsidian blade in the palm of Mahakali.
"So i am off to Hammerfall to await Cwen, you should join me." Redcap says to his sister.
With the traditional Dawnspire grin the Forsaken sends her two younger siblings hurtling through a portal to Hammerfall.
He sauntered along smiling and twirling the obsidian blade. He wouldoften pause and hurl it into a freestanding piece of wood, every cityhad them.
Grinning he would try and race the dagger to the landing, the dagger always beat him thonking into the wood with a sharp retort.
Seeing a picture of a advertisement for some goblin hair growing cremehe pulls back his arm and throws the dagger with all his might.
The dagger tumbles end over end as Redcap races to beat the dagger to its latest sheath.
A sickly green glow starts to emanate from the dagger, and Redcap feels a tug on his soul.
The dagger and Redcap both disappear from the busy thoroughfare, no oneeven notices, people portal out from every inch of the city on mostdays and seeing the rogues colors caused those who were inquisitive toquickly find something safer to do than wonder where or what one of theGrim had gone to.
Redcap felt the familiar pull of a summoning spell but knew he had tobe attuned before the magics would normally work on him so he was atfirst concerned but like all young males he was more sure of hisimmortality than his head first plunge into danger.
Redcap hears the dagger bounce off of steel and sees a sight both horrifying and strangely sad.
Before him stands three females, two blood Elves and one Forsaken,behind the forsaken is the largest axe-wielding demon he has ever seen.
Redcap does nothing more than assume a stance anyone familiar with him would recognize.
"Orisa, my sister how nice to see you I see the rumors of our sisters return were not exaggerated."
The slender elven lass smirks in what is surely a genetic trait amongstthe Dawnspire clan. "Brother, you do remember Mahakali don't you itseems she has returned from where ever it is she was"
A older elf dressed in plate mail carrying a shield and at her side aflaming sword nods to Redcap. "Well brother you seem to have grown up,thank the Sunwell you are not using your real name, you are stillplaying with the most dangerous of toys."
Redcap looks between the two sisters the stamp of their heritage apparent on all their faces.
The gloom parts just a little as the Forsaken steps off her dreadsteed.
"What no quip for me, no hug, no kiss for your eldest sister? " says the forsaken pushing back the hood on her cloak.
Redcap blanches and starts to stammer "Ven... Vendaria you died, you .... they said your unit was... "
The warlocks eyes glow like balefire "Silence mortal! ... sorry mybrother it is hard to hold ties of family sometimes I remember oh how Iremember the red taste of .... another time perhaps. You will give theobsidian dagger to Mahakali, and she will be nice to you. Father isgone and Mother is busy doing whatever it is mother does, that means Iam the eldest and my word is law, if either of you shadowwalker orblood knight so much as torments the other over a slice of bread, Iwill feed you to Haaghun here and lets see how well Orisa can raise youwhile you are being digested. "
Redcap had already gathered the dagger to his hand after steppingthrough the portal the action seemed automatically like breathing forthe young elf.
Recap's eyes started to glow with a sickly green taint and he pulledback his arm, his other hand brushed across the handle of his Blade andfor a brief moment a hammer ringing and the sweet smell of sunshineflooded the area.
Redcap lowered his arm and smiled. "Well it's not the first time i have wanted to give you a dagger, let's hope its the last."
With the glow fading from the shadowwalkers eyes he placed the obsidian blade in the palm of Mahakali.
"So i am off to Hammerfall to await Cwen, you should join me." Redcap says to his sister.
With the traditional Dawnspire grin the Forsaken sends her two younger siblings hurtling through a portal to Hammerfall.
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Re: Necessity's Game by Qabian
Anaie stood on the wooden landing deck in Hammerfall, glancing around looking for Cwen. The girl was not immediately visable, but Anaie knew she would be here, if not already. Something in her voice sounded distressed and Anaie assumed she was hiding in a dark corner of the small Inn here at the outpost.
As Anaie walked forward to scan the courtyard one more time before entering the Inn she saw someone that made her smile slightly, Qabian just entered the hut of the local Doctor.
" 'ow nice of 'im to show up fer da meetin'...." Anaie said as she immediately took to the shadows and moved in on the mage. Only making half an effort to remain silent, she walked up to the back of Qabian and whispered softly in his ear, "yer presence is requested at a meetin' we be 'avin bout dat blasted daggah ya were so kind to 'ave found." Grabbing Qabians arm lightly, she materialized into view, and excused them both from the presence of the others. "Come wit me, if ya will."
As Anaie walked forward to scan the courtyard one more time before entering the Inn she saw someone that made her smile slightly, Qabian just entered the hut of the local Doctor.
" 'ow nice of 'im to show up fer da meetin'...." Anaie said as she immediately took to the shadows and moved in on the mage. Only making half an effort to remain silent, she walked up to the back of Qabian and whispered softly in his ear, "yer presence is requested at a meetin' we be 'avin bout dat blasted daggah ya were so kind to 'ave found." Grabbing Qabians arm lightly, she materialized into view, and excused them both from the presence of the others. "Come wit me, if ya will."
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Re: Necessity's Game by Qabian
The mage stiffened at the voice in his ear. Voices in his ear tended tomean bad things about to happen and were often accompanied by a bladesticking somewhere unpleasant. Hammerfall wasn't exactly the bestdefended locale, either. But it didn't take him too long to recognizethe voice. Still a rogue, but one that he could at least hope didn'twant him dead this very minute.
Qabian grinned awkwardly at Doctor Victor while Anaie excused themfrom the company of the somewhat surprised looking physician.
Qabian followed the pull on his arm, but looked confused as they wentdown the steps. "I'm not sure what else there is to know, but if youinsist."
Qabian grinned awkwardly at Doctor Victor while Anaie excused themfrom the company of the somewhat surprised looking physician.
Qabian followed the pull on his arm, but looked confused as they wentdown the steps. "I'm not sure what else there is to know, but if youinsist."