A plan long in the making

Cenarion Circle and Sisters of Elune
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Kaellar’s horse stamped and tossed its head, reined in sharply by his master as the others appeared, one by one. Light but it had been a long time, and still they were loyal to an old, fallen friend. “Arlston Cross has been disturbed from his rest,” Kaellar says sharply, and nods toward the sea and the oily slick left in the wake of a ship. “This is where I’ve followed the magic to.” He keeps his voice low, but his voice echos the way it only does when he’s honestly angry.

Catalyst snorts frosty fire, and Kaellar turns the horse’s head away from the others. “A ship leaking that much oil and moving south can only be heading toward the Bay.” He frowned. “As many enemies as Arlston had, there’s no telling who it was, but anyone powerful enough to use shadow magic to pull a soul from rest is… well.” His expression softens slightly at Eigga–loyal like her aunt, it seems–but he straightens back up and looks over them all. “If you’re with me, we head south.” He looks to Minnu, a face had honestly hadn’t expected to see. “Is there any chance of a portal, lass, or are we riding?”

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She pats Ironbeak’s proud neck as they land, his wings ruffling slightly as he folds them in. She inclines her head respectfully to Kaellar, before glancing out at the water. “If they’re headin’ fer th’ Bay, d’ye think we should be alertin’ miss Mithara and her folk?”
She turns her attention back to Kaellar, frowning faintly.
“Nothin’ else, they can be keepin’ an eye on any ship that docks. Especially one leakin’ that much oil. E’en fer a goblin ship, tha’s a wee excessive.”

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“Portal’s easy, Bay’s not all that far.” Min nods at the collected group. “We should leave something if anyone comes behind — but waiting is, as mentioned, a bad plan.” She pushes dark hair out of her face and moves until her hooves are on firm beach and not in the waves.

The draenei’s expression turns to one of focus, drawing intricate runes in the sand and bringing them to glowing life with exacting movements of her hands and murmurs until a sheer, shimmering portal appears. “Right, mind you tell the bruisers you’re with Min. They get jumpy when people just show up out of thin air.” An airy bow and invitation with her hands. “After all of you.”

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Witheeis lifted an eyebrow at this. “Arlston Cross must’ve ticked the wrong person off, if they’re willing to delve into necromancy.” He turns his attention to the portal. “I suppose they may be a bit less jumpy if a Feather steps through first.” With that, Witheeis and his hawkstrider stepped through the portal, emerging in the Bay.

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((Do we wanna keep doing this here, or do we perhaps wanna see if we can arrange something for this in-game? I can stealth through Booty Bay without too much trouble, and I think Gennic mentioned he’d like to have an in-game thing at some point for this?))

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((I’m cool with that if everyone else is and we can manage to herd cats xD))

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((If we can find a way for everyone to agree, I’ve got a certain goblin already stationed in BB for you guys if you’d like. Also, I did not quite foresee THIS many people being interested…))

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((You stole the wrong soul :joy: ))

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((Any day but Tuesday or Friday- the later on Saturdays the better. I’m your huckleberry. Or slightly snarky draenei mage. :wink: ))

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((For the sake of keeping everyone together, and progression…))

Gliven Greesegut had watched the two Forsaken stalk off into the night when the Shiny Queen had returned to Booty Bay, and to his mind, he’d have it no other way. The two creeped him out, especially the one missing eyes.

Tying his boat off at the wharf, and finally plugging that damn motor leak had taken some time, so Gliven was anxious to return home. He trudged back, eyes almost frantically darting from person to person, hoping no one had noticed his passengers, or the unusual (for him) return at this late hour.

Getting back into his home, Gliven shut the door behind him, slid the lock into place, and sank to the floor, using the door as his backstop. “By Thrall’s balls I’m glad that’s done with. Shoulda charged 'im extra for the spooky factor of the blind weirdo.” Shaking his head, and thinking that nothing could be traced back to him other than the occasional stranger taking note, Gliven stood and sighed.

He was back to living his retirement, though it wouldn’t hurt to break out his old bruiser gear…

Just in case.

Little did he know, that the next evening, a bright, unusual portal would be opening into the city, and with it, several individuals whom he dearly hoped would not find him.

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Eigga glances around at the gathered group, before shrugging. “Aye. Meet ye on th’ other side.” With that she leads her gryphon through the portal behind Wit.

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Jon wasn’t welcome in Booty Bay, and it was no secret. If he was going to accompany them, and like hell was he going to sit this out, he would need to be careful. Stealth was a part of his training, but he would need a little boost for this particular endeavor.

Jon’s ring glowed though his glove as he weaved a spell around himself to hide from sight. He was no mage, but he’d long since made use of various utility spells in his arsenal. This would be the first time he’d attempted to make practical use of any sort of invisibility spell, however. He could only hope it would hold up. This wasn’t the time to get embroiled in a Goblin bloodbath.

Jonathan stepped through the portal to Booty Bay.

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((So, considering that this is unresolved, and I have failed you all at trying to coordinate a time for this, we can retcon this several ways. Arlston can be returned to his rest, and you can all take credit for tracking down and brutally murdering Gennic, or Arl’s soul can be continuously missing, and anyone still wanting to continue can contact me in-game on Radlen/Roedran alliance side to continue.))

I apologize to all for the lack of support and time I could give to this.

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((I’d argue for Gennic escaping alive, but Arl’s soul being recovered. Allows Gennic to come back for another plot should you ever feel the urge to, but also doesn’t leave Arl’s soul to a terrible fate, as that would make mine hurt :frowning: ))

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