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Mortre paced in the depths of her caverns. “It just doesn’t make sense.” She grumbled. The contract, the death knight hunt, the stalking. What was going on? The worgen felt like she was missing a piece, a crucial piece, to this puzzle. She had almost worn a path into the stone of the cavern floor.
Sterixia entered the cavern. As she did, her form began to shift. It went temporarily incorporeal as she twisted into the form of an elf like creature. Sterixia still hadn’t mastered the ability, as the elf took form it looked like a strange, alien creature. Her skin was leathery and pink, with patches of black silk like scales dotting the surface. Her hair was not hair, yet a long, piece of leathery cartilage that she could somewhat move. Her ears were indented in a way that they almost looked like dragon wings. Off of each corner of her jaw was a small tentacle. Sterixia’s form held no clothing, rather an elegant pattern of black silk scales and membrane. As she came out of the incorporeal state, she smiled at Mortre.
Mortre regarded the netherdrake with a slight grin herself. “Getting better. I suppose you may look normal someday.” She chuckled to herself and resumed her pacing. Sterixia sat on a nearby stone and observed. “Sterixia… I just don’t know.” Mortre sighed. “I know someone is out for me… but who. Something seems so familiar, yet so foreign.” She paused and regarded the pondering netherdrake with softened eyes. Sterixia simply shook her head, having no idea herself. The muted woman stood and approached Mortre. She wrapped her arms around the worgen in a hug. Mortre’s face reflected a look of startled amusement, before she ran a clawed hand down Sterixia’s head. “Listen, if anything happens; go to Kersia. I am sure she will keep you safe.”
Sterixia pushed away from Mortre and looked at her confused. It was uncharacteristic of her to be so… warm. Whatever had been going on, it bothered the dark woman deeply, and that troubled Sterixia. Mortre was always so confident, so decisive. And here she was. Deeply troubled. Sterixia felt a bubbling worry fill her body.
“Well,” Mortre sighed. “You should go get something for food. Try to stay away from settlements okay?” Mortre grinned at her. Sterixia nodded and began to leave the chamber when something struck her. The world around her began to fade to black. She saw chains spring up from the stones, wrapping around Mortre. And then there was only darkness.
Mortre watched with horror as something flew from the corner of the cavern and struck Sterixia. “Who’s there!?” she shouted. Chains sprung from the stones, binding her body in place. I don’t understand!? I sensed no one! Has the earth betrayed me!? Mortre looked wildly around the room.
Laughter echoed down the tunnels and into the cavern. A figure took form, rising through what looked like liquid stone. He was human in appearance, garbed in what appeared to be formal attire. He didn’t look much older than eighteen, but he appeared sickly and ill. Dark circles could be seen under his eyes. He skin was bronzed in color, and his eyes were golden with elongated pupils. His hair was black and slicked back. He chuckled and shook his head.
“Finally found you, after all this time.” His voice was dark and operatic.
“Who are you!? What have you done with Sterixia!?” Mortre pulled against the chains, her face contorted into a snarl.
He took a few steps towards her. “Oh my, you don’t recognize me? It hasn’t been that long… mother.”
Mortre’s eyes grew wide. All the pieces snapped in place. “V-vinarion? You are alive? How?”
“Well,” Vinarion walked around her, speaking with a slow and deliberate tone. “After you abandoned us, after father’s death, I took leadership. I lead us all to safety… to livelihood. I created a safe haven! And now… we want you!”
A half elf female, garbed in black leather; with the same skin tone, eye color, and hair color as Vinarion, appeared behind Mortre. “Sorry, Mother.” She whispered softly into Mortre’s ear as she stuck a needle into Mortre’s flesh.
“Van… exia? You are alive… too?” Mortre felt the world spin around her as she fell to her knees. Vanexia was there, standing above her. Next to her was another high elf, his hair long and loose. He stood with a grin plastered on his face, revealing the jagged teeth that filled his mouth. He leaned against a great scythe as he watched Mortre on the ground. Mortre looked between the three, the borders of her vision blackening. “Vanzer… you too? You all… are-“ The world faded out of view, as Mortre fell into a deep slumber.
Sterixia awoke, some hours later. The cavern was empty, save for the metal chains. Panic washed over her as she stood. Mother! Sterixia ran in her two legged form around the caverns and tunnels, but there was no sign of her. Kersiagosa would know what to do. I need to find her.
Sterixia left the caverns. She shifted into her draconic form and melded with the shadows. Abilities she had been working on to better aide her mother, after she encountered another drake that had them. She flew to Shattrath as fast as she could, and sought out a shop with robes. It was dead of night, which Sterixia used to her advantage. She shifted into her two legged form and snuck into the shop. She selected a large robe; one to cover her features, and left. She made a mental note to come back with coins sometime, to pay for the robe. In the heart of Shattrath, covered in the robe, Sterixia made her way to the portal that lead to Stormwind. Fortunately the portal master left that one open, to avoid late night calls.
Once in the city, she made her way to the shop Kersia called home. She ignored the odd looks the night guards gave her as she pounded on the door to the engineering shop. A mechanically sounding voice spoke. “Lifeform detected. Scanners Initiated. Welcome, Sterixia.” The door opened and Sterixia made her way in.
Kersia yawned and rubbed her eyes. “Where is Mortre? Aren’t you two always together?”
Sterixia ran up to Kersia; the robe fell off; and grabbed the pandaren’s shoulders. She shook her as tears fell from her eyes. Kersia looked at her, confused. “Calm down, calm down.” She brushed the netherdrake’s hands from her shoulders and got a pad and pen. She handed them to Sterixia. Sterixia was still reeling from the events and tears still fell from her eyes, dampening the paper.
She wrote as best she could, but Sterixia still struggled with the characters. “Mordra gon, somthin nok me ot, not ther wen wake up.”
Kersia read it carefully, deciphering the horrible handwriting and spelling. A look of concern grew across the pandaren’s features. “Hmm, seems her suspicions were correct.” Kersia mumbled. She looked the distraught elf woman over. “I’ll send word to Vynianyx and Sylstyx. Xinaria is away, so I don’t know if she’ll come. Maybe see if I can drum up some adventures, put a posting on a call board.” Sterixia looked at the pandaren quizzically. Kersia sighed. Leave it to Mortre to dump her brainless kid on her.
Kersia sighed. “It’ll take some time, and I’ll explain what I know once we have some help. I don’t like doing it twice.”
On a billboard in both Stormwind and Orgrimmar, as well as other cities, a mysterious note was posted.
The bottom of the note had a date set for those to convene at the shop. Kersia had been looking into Mortre’s suspicions for some time, and based on her conclusion; she may need more than the help of a druid and a shaman.
Sterixia left the caverns. She shifted into her draconic form and melded with the shadows. Abilities she had been working on to better aide her mother, after she encountered another drake that had them. She flew to Shattrath as fast as she could, and sought out a shop with robes. It was dead of night, which Sterixia used to her advantage. She shifted into her two legged form and snuck into the shop. She selected a large robe; one to cover her features, and left. She made a mental note to come back with coins sometime, to pay for the robe. In the heart of Shattrath, covered in the robe, Sterixia made her way to the portal that lead to Stormwind. Fortunately the portal master left that one open, to avoid late night calls.
Once in the city, she made her way to the shop Kersia called home. She ignored the odd looks the night guards gave her as she pounded on the door to the engineering shop. A mechanically sounding voice spoke. “Lifeform detected. Scanners Initiated. Welcome, Sterixia.” The door opened and Sterixia made her way in.
Kersia yawned and rubbed her eyes. “Where is Mortre? Aren’t you two always together?”
Sterixia ran up to Kersia; the robe fell off; and grabbed the pandaren’s shoulders. She shook her as tears fell from her eyes. Kersia looked at her, confused. “Calm down, calm down.” She brushed the netherdrake’s hands from her shoulders and got a pad and pen. She handed them to Sterixia. Sterixia was still reeling from the events and tears still fell from her eyes, dampening the paper.
She wrote as best she could, but Sterixia still struggled with the characters. “Mordra gon, somthin nok me ot, not ther wen wake up.”
Kersia read it carefully, deciphering the horrible handwriting and spelling. A look of concern grew across the pandaren’s features. “Hmm, seems her suspicions were correct.” Kersia mumbled. She looked the distraught elf woman over. “I’ll send word to Vynianyx and Sylstyx. Xinaria is away, so I don’t know if she’ll come. Maybe see if I can drum up some adventures, put a posting on a call board.” Sterixia looked at the pandaren quizzically. Kersia sighed. Leave it to Mortre to dump her brainless kid on her.
Kersia sighed. “It’ll take some time, and I’ll explain what I know once we have some help. I don’t like doing it twice.”
On a billboard in both Stormwind and Orgrimmar, as well as other cities, a mysterious note was posted.
Seeking aide in tracking down kidnapped friend. Her name is Mortre, bronze skinned woman with black hair and golden eyes. Sometimes a dark furred worgen. Usually garbed in purple and black; and wears a gaudy headpiece with dragon horns attached. Any leads or assistance would be greatly appreciated. Please meet me at the inn at Booty Bay. Can talk of coin based rewards in person.
~Kersia
The bottom of the note had a date set for those to convene at the shop. Kersia had been looking into Mortre’s suspicions for some time, and based on her conclusion; she may need more than the help of a druid and a shaman.
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Day of the Date listed on the notice:
Kersia hoped her notice would attract people to help her find Mortre. All she knew was that the cult she was investigating on Mortre’s behalf was located somewhere in Tenaris. But Kersia had no idea where in the vast desert. Booty Bay was a good neutral ground to find members of both factions, should her notice bring in both.
The pandaren leaned back in her chair at the Salty Sailor and chuckled. She wondered how many horde would even leave her posting up. Her chuckle got her strange looks from her two allies.
Vynianyx looked the pandaren over from her seat. “What is so amusing?”
“Nothing, just wondering how many are even going to show.” Kersia sighed. She hoped Mortre had some allies… or herself even.
“Du vi ehvahn needzink ozzers?” Sylstyx asked as she sipped from her tea.
“I don’t know.” Kersia’s face took on a mournful look as she worried. “I don’t know how many forces her kidnapper has… or if the person is acting alone. But based on the intel I had, I felt like I should be safe instead of sorry.”
Vynianyx stood, and stretched. “Well, moping about isn’t going to do us much here. Why don’t we relocate to the room you payed for?” She smiled and helped Sylstyx stand.
Kersia grinned at the pair and moved as well. “Alright, we can start going over my notes… just in case no one shows.” She looked over at the barkeeper. “If anyone comes asking for Kersia, direct them to my room please.” The barkeeper nodded as the trio vanished into the tavern halls.
The room Kersia rented was large, with a large table in the center. It was more designed as a meeting room instead of a resting room. The wood of the table was worn from all the maps and strategies discussed at it. Only it knew of the histories it had witnessed. Kersia pulled several papers from her pack and Vynianyx pulled out her journal as the trio sat and began discussing Kersia’s research, waiting for their hopeful aide to arrive. It was still noon in Booty Bay, but Kersia was sure people would start arriving soon. She hoped whomever had Mortre would be patient with whatever they were doing.
Day of the Date listed on the notice:
Kersia hoped her notice would attract people to help her find Mortre. All she knew was that the cult she was investigating on Mortre’s behalf was located somewhere in Tenaris. But Kersia had no idea where in the vast desert. Booty Bay was a good neutral ground to find members of both factions, should her notice bring in both.
The pandaren leaned back in her chair at the Salty Sailor and chuckled. She wondered how many horde would even leave her posting up. Her chuckle got her strange looks from her two allies.
Vynianyx looked the pandaren over from her seat. “What is so amusing?”
“Nothing, just wondering how many are even going to show.” Kersia sighed. She hoped Mortre had some allies… or herself even.
“Du vi ehvahn needzink ozzers?” Sylstyx asked as she sipped from her tea.
“I don’t know.” Kersia’s face took on a mournful look as she worried. “I don’t know how many forces her kidnapper has… or if the person is acting alone. But based on the intel I had, I felt like I should be safe instead of sorry.”
Vynianyx stood, and stretched. “Well, moping about isn’t going to do us much here. Why don’t we relocate to the room you payed for?” She smiled and helped Sylstyx stand.
Kersia grinned at the pair and moved as well. “Alright, we can start going over my notes… just in case no one shows.” She looked over at the barkeeper. “If anyone comes asking for Kersia, direct them to my room please.” The barkeeper nodded as the trio vanished into the tavern halls.
The room Kersia rented was large, with a large table in the center. It was more designed as a meeting room instead of a resting room. The wood of the table was worn from all the maps and strategies discussed at it. Only it knew of the histories it had witnessed. Kersia pulled several papers from her pack and Vynianyx pulled out her journal as the trio sat and began discussing Kersia’s research, waiting for their hopeful aide to arrive. It was still noon in Booty Bay, but Kersia was sure people would start arriving soon. She hoped whomever had Mortre would be patient with whatever they were doing.
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Aliyara stood in the courtyard of Stormwind’s Trade District, balancing a lit joint atop of a thick bottom lip. Its bright cherry illuminated a distressed face beneath the shadow of a large, leather hat. Beads of sweat speckled her skin. She cursed Stormwind’s heat in her mind, tilting her head up, and squinting as she looked spitefully into the sky. She had lived here for years, but in recent time, she had renewed her preference for the Northern woodlands of Kalimdor.
She shuffled where she stood, feeling the sweat on the inside of her beige pants, and the heat of the cobblestone burning through her boots. Her eyes scanned the Hero’s board with only mild interest.
Missing person… Probably dead. She thought to herself. Booty Bay… Probably picked up by some pirates. With luck they are ransoming her, with some pulled strings, could maybe double dip on reward money and a cut of the ransom money.
Aliyara moved her hands to her falx, rolling the joint in her mouth before simply letting it fall, her boot crushing it on the cobblestone. She gave a lack luster shrug and turned her body, walking from the Hero’s board.
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Aliyara arrived in Booty Bay, turning her eyes to the sky and squinting her nocturnal eyes at the brightness of the day. At least it wasn’t too hot... but the humidity made it just as bad. She huffed and moving into the inn, walking toes-to-heel like a dancer. Despite the gruff exterior her armor gave her, she carried herself with a flippant, almost child-like demeanor. Her eyes ever-scanning with a sense of wonder.
“Can I help you?” The barkeeper spoke in her direction, Aliyara not able to respond even if she wanted too. Her eyes moved about, scanning the inn with only a vague recollection of the last time she was here.
“Miss?” The barkeep said before Aliyara just wanders down the next hall. Her ears twitch as he makes her way, stopping and closing her eyes as she makes out the muffled sound of voices. A few more steps…. Bingo, she moved into the adjacent room, folding the brim of her hat over her head to reveal her full, happy-go-lucky face with a childish smile spread widely from end to end. She looks to the people meeting around the table and greeted with an enthusiastic wave.
She shuffled where she stood, feeling the sweat on the inside of her beige pants, and the heat of the cobblestone burning through her boots. Her eyes scanned the Hero’s board with only mild interest.
Missing person… Probably dead. She thought to herself. Booty Bay… Probably picked up by some pirates. With luck they are ransoming her, with some pulled strings, could maybe double dip on reward money and a cut of the ransom money.
Aliyara moved her hands to her falx, rolling the joint in her mouth before simply letting it fall, her boot crushing it on the cobblestone. She gave a lack luster shrug and turned her body, walking from the Hero’s board.
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Aliyara arrived in Booty Bay, turning her eyes to the sky and squinting her nocturnal eyes at the brightness of the day. At least it wasn’t too hot... but the humidity made it just as bad. She huffed and moving into the inn, walking toes-to-heel like a dancer. Despite the gruff exterior her armor gave her, she carried herself with a flippant, almost child-like demeanor. Her eyes ever-scanning with a sense of wonder.
“Can I help you?” The barkeeper spoke in her direction, Aliyara not able to respond even if she wanted too. Her eyes moved about, scanning the inn with only a vague recollection of the last time she was here.
“Miss?” The barkeep said before Aliyara just wanders down the next hall. Her ears twitch as he makes her way, stopping and closing her eyes as she makes out the muffled sound of voices. A few more steps…. Bingo, she moved into the adjacent room, folding the brim of her hat over her head to reveal her full, happy-go-lucky face with a childish smile spread widely from end to end. She looks to the people meeting around the table and greeted with an enthusiastic wave.
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A soft green glow dimly lit an oppressively dark room showing an unrecognizable humanoid shape slouched over. It's hands reached out into the black before pulling towards it's face. The creature made a few obnoxious slurping sounds before throwing whatever it just reached for to the ground, the soft echoes of the material the only noise heard in the stale darkness. The figure snapped it's fingers simultaneously torches lit aflame casting the darkness aside illuminating the room in a sickly green glow. The floor was cobblestone, dank and faded from years of neglect in sunless darkness. A cobweb riddled bookcase with dusty old tomes lined one of the walls with a personal alchemy station close by. The other wall was decorated with ornamental's and curiosities, strange crystal globes, faded portraits of nobody knows, a ship in a bottle for some reason and a small liquor cabinet filled with very old bottles of apple cider to ferment along with an assortment of sweets.
"..Yes," The being finally spoke.
"Forgiveness please!" A scantily clad succubi pleaded as she sauntered towards the thrown cup bending over to pick it up in her humiliating maid outfit that was 2 sizes bigger than her, her skirt down to her horned calves. "Lord Fell, I merely do as the master wishes. And it wished for me to clean." She curtsied formally placing the clay cup back on the shelf.
The skeletal being mumbled silently to itself hoarsely rasping out dead words. "You're a clever underling, tis why I keep you around." It finally relented the tiny victory to the demon. "Well that and I could never quite get my zombie minions to have high enough motor skills to do things like pick up cups. And then who would have to pick up the cup? Me? I think not!"
The succubus rolled her eyes trying desperately to hide how much she infact loathed her undead Overlord. "Will that be all Sire?" She asked half turning toward the door.
"Yes-" The lich's voice stopped her mid stride. "What news of the world above? Any interesting information gathered?"
"Um," The succubus thought placing her index finger upon her temple and tilting her hips to the side. "Not really. Just your usual trivial mortal stuff. This town's water supply is poisoned, someone is going to war with someone else, and people are missing. You know I just can't get them, so frail and have such short lives but all they do is cause each other problems."
"I didn't ask for a lecture on morality minion." The undead pointed out. "But your right-on both accounts. However I wouldn't rightly be doing my job if I didn't look at it. Go fetch me my papers." He wafted his fingers shooing the demon to run along before she came back with this weeks mail, more precisely known as bulletins stolen from the board.
The lich grazed over the documents. "Junk, Junk, Super junk, Oh look a discount on swords keep that, junk." Morbent threw each crumbled paper over his head after reading it until he stopped. Seeking aide in tracking down kidnapped friend. Her name is Mortre, bronze skinned woman with black hair and golden eyes. Sometimes a dark furred worgen. Usually garbed in purple and black; and wears a gaudy headpiece with dragon horns attached. Any leads or assistance would be greatly appreciated. Please meet me at the inn at Booty Bay. Can talk of coin based rewards in person.
~Kersia
He paused squinting the fel essence within his hollow eye sockets as if that made him read better. "Mortre..I know that name..where have I?" Morbent stopped turning completely still. "OH MY GOD!!" He roared, fel fire fuming from his deathly jagged maw causing the succubus to stumble and fall at the sudden outburst. "Underling! Lock up shop and fetch me a ride," Morbent commanded. "I swear to whatever god that dirty undeserving to live impudent...I Will Mount Her Head On My Wall!"
"..Yes," The being finally spoke.
"Forgiveness please!" A scantily clad succubi pleaded as she sauntered towards the thrown cup bending over to pick it up in her humiliating maid outfit that was 2 sizes bigger than her, her skirt down to her horned calves. "Lord Fell, I merely do as the master wishes. And it wished for me to clean." She curtsied formally placing the clay cup back on the shelf.
The skeletal being mumbled silently to itself hoarsely rasping out dead words. "You're a clever underling, tis why I keep you around." It finally relented the tiny victory to the demon. "Well that and I could never quite get my zombie minions to have high enough motor skills to do things like pick up cups. And then who would have to pick up the cup? Me? I think not!"
The succubus rolled her eyes trying desperately to hide how much she infact loathed her undead Overlord. "Will that be all Sire?" She asked half turning toward the door.
"Yes-" The lich's voice stopped her mid stride. "What news of the world above? Any interesting information gathered?"
"Um," The succubus thought placing her index finger upon her temple and tilting her hips to the side. "Not really. Just your usual trivial mortal stuff. This town's water supply is poisoned, someone is going to war with someone else, and people are missing. You know I just can't get them, so frail and have such short lives but all they do is cause each other problems."
"I didn't ask for a lecture on morality minion." The undead pointed out. "But your right-on both accounts. However I wouldn't rightly be doing my job if I didn't look at it. Go fetch me my papers." He wafted his fingers shooing the demon to run along before she came back with this weeks mail, more precisely known as bulletins stolen from the board.
The lich grazed over the documents. "Junk, Junk, Super junk, Oh look a discount on swords keep that, junk." Morbent threw each crumbled paper over his head after reading it until he stopped. Seeking aide in tracking down kidnapped friend. Her name is Mortre, bronze skinned woman with black hair and golden eyes. Sometimes a dark furred worgen. Usually garbed in purple and black; and wears a gaudy headpiece with dragon horns attached. Any leads or assistance would be greatly appreciated. Please meet me at the inn at Booty Bay. Can talk of coin based rewards in person.
~Kersia
He paused squinting the fel essence within his hollow eye sockets as if that made him read better. "Mortre..I know that name..where have I?" Morbent stopped turning completely still. "OH MY GOD!!" He roared, fel fire fuming from his deathly jagged maw causing the succubus to stumble and fall at the sudden outburst. "Underling! Lock up shop and fetch me a ride," Morbent commanded. "I swear to whatever god that dirty undeserving to live impudent...I Will Mount Her Head On My Wall!"
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The whitewashed glory of Silvermoon city was tarnished from its former glittery self. Dart was reminded of this every time he walked down the path of Elders. He remembered it as a shining example of perfection. Tall white and red spires. Clean walkways and guards keeping everything orderly.
There were still elemental Guardians roaming the city keeping order. Sometimes their messages sounded disturbing. He ignored them as he made his way to the message board. He was bored and his mentor had admonished him to investigate something. ANYTHING!
Dart was happy to roam Silvermoon City and watch the high class ladies in their fancy dresses and hats. Oh he dare not approach any of them, no matter how beautiful they were. He would only stand there stammering foolishness until they laughed at him and walked away. Few took the time to speak to him or even pretend to be friendly.
Sighing with frustration, he glanced over the board. A missing person? Wait, it was a worgen. Why would a notice go up in a Horde city for an Alliance race? He was intrigued. There must be something special about this one.
While he was casually reading the notice and pondering the wisdom of seeking this person, he suddenly noticed the silence around him. His eyes flickered around the busy fountain square and noticed an all too familiar scene. Everyone around him was frozen in place!
His nerves tingled and he had a mental picture of a great Bronze dragon shaking his massive head at Dart. Sure enough, someone began walking through the crowd, careful not to touch anyone as he passed. "You know, that one is almost always in trouble. Has been from the beginning. But she is not all bad. At least she has escaped the madness that drove her father. You should offer your services to Kersia. The odds are they will need your help in many ways." He stopped in front of Dart and offered a condescending smirk.
In his hands he carried a small ornate hourglass. A silver chain dangled from it, obviously meant to be a necklace. "Try not to lose it again. It gets very bothersome to find it for you, even your companion, Sylvestian, is having trouble keeping track of it."
Dart blushed as he took the hourglass from his mentor and placed it around his neck once more. "I swear! I only put it down so I don't break it! I will try not to lose it..."
"Well Dumbletime, see to it you don't mess this one up. Events are in motion that will affect Azeroth. You must let things take their course. But the help you offer is valuable. Just don't abuse your powers. Now go, holding these people in place is tiring, and I have others to lecture." He waved a hand and the illusion of frozen time disappeared, along with himself.
The tiny whelp sitting on Dart's shoulder chirruped. He was ready. "Well, I guess it is time to go. Booty Bay? That is a LONG flight. We might as well get started. Where have I heard that name before? Kersia...Mortre...hmmm...it will come to me as we fly, hopefully."
Walking calmly out of Silvermoon, Dart went to the edge of the city where the bay opened up and sea birds wheeled in the air. No one was near by to see him transform into a gangling young adult dragon. Liftin ghis wings he gave a few powerful thrusts and was soon in the air, heading south.
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The balmy air of Booty Bay wafted up from the jungle below. Dart's keen eyes looked for a likely landing space, finally settling on a small hill overlooking the road. The busy city below was full of goblins and other races. A conglomeration of both Horde and Alliance. As a neutral city it enjoyed the benefit of trade between the two factions. A lucrative venture for the goblins.
Walking down to the road, Dart opened his bag and pulled out a small trinket. Setting it on the ground, he invoked his magic. The puff of smoke cleared and revealed a shiny mechano-hog, Dart's favorite ride. It fit rather well with his black leather and dragonscale armor. It had compartments for storing things like his weapons and various needful things, like a tent and sleeping bag, and a full cooler of food and drink. Thanks to the foresight of his Mentor, these things always regenerated everytime Dart put the bike away.
Hopping on the shiny chopper, Dart roared off down the road to Booty Bay, not even stopping as he whipped around corners throwing dust and thick black smoke wherever he drove. Narrowly missing a Kaldorei woman who happened to be strolling down the boardwalk, he yelled an apology as he thundered up to the Salty Sailor. He invoked his magic once again and the bike shrank down to the small trinket. He casually put it in his pocket, then checked to make sure he had his daggers and short sword attached to his belt. He had a jaunty leather safari hat on his head with a small bronze plume of a feather in the band.
Marching in to the tavern he smiled brightly at the bartender. "I am here to meet a Kersia. Can you direct me?"
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There were still elemental Guardians roaming the city keeping order. Sometimes their messages sounded disturbing. He ignored them as he made his way to the message board. He was bored and his mentor had admonished him to investigate something. ANYTHING!
Dart was happy to roam Silvermoon City and watch the high class ladies in their fancy dresses and hats. Oh he dare not approach any of them, no matter how beautiful they were. He would only stand there stammering foolishness until they laughed at him and walked away. Few took the time to speak to him or even pretend to be friendly.
Sighing with frustration, he glanced over the board. A missing person? Wait, it was a worgen. Why would a notice go up in a Horde city for an Alliance race? He was intrigued. There must be something special about this one.
While he was casually reading the notice and pondering the wisdom of seeking this person, he suddenly noticed the silence around him. His eyes flickered around the busy fountain square and noticed an all too familiar scene. Everyone around him was frozen in place!
His nerves tingled and he had a mental picture of a great Bronze dragon shaking his massive head at Dart. Sure enough, someone began walking through the crowd, careful not to touch anyone as he passed. "You know, that one is almost always in trouble. Has been from the beginning. But she is not all bad. At least she has escaped the madness that drove her father. You should offer your services to Kersia. The odds are they will need your help in many ways." He stopped in front of Dart and offered a condescending smirk.
In his hands he carried a small ornate hourglass. A silver chain dangled from it, obviously meant to be a necklace. "Try not to lose it again. It gets very bothersome to find it for you, even your companion, Sylvestian, is having trouble keeping track of it."
Dart blushed as he took the hourglass from his mentor and placed it around his neck once more. "I swear! I only put it down so I don't break it! I will try not to lose it..."
"Well Dumbletime, see to it you don't mess this one up. Events are in motion that will affect Azeroth. You must let things take their course. But the help you offer is valuable. Just don't abuse your powers. Now go, holding these people in place is tiring, and I have others to lecture." He waved a hand and the illusion of frozen time disappeared, along with himself.
The tiny whelp sitting on Dart's shoulder chirruped. He was ready. "Well, I guess it is time to go. Booty Bay? That is a LONG flight. We might as well get started. Where have I heard that name before? Kersia...Mortre...hmmm...it will come to me as we fly, hopefully."
Walking calmly out of Silvermoon, Dart went to the edge of the city where the bay opened up and sea birds wheeled in the air. No one was near by to see him transform into a gangling young adult dragon. Liftin ghis wings he gave a few powerful thrusts and was soon in the air, heading south.
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The balmy air of Booty Bay wafted up from the jungle below. Dart's keen eyes looked for a likely landing space, finally settling on a small hill overlooking the road. The busy city below was full of goblins and other races. A conglomeration of both Horde and Alliance. As a neutral city it enjoyed the benefit of trade between the two factions. A lucrative venture for the goblins.
Walking down to the road, Dart opened his bag and pulled out a small trinket. Setting it on the ground, he invoked his magic. The puff of smoke cleared and revealed a shiny mechano-hog, Dart's favorite ride. It fit rather well with his black leather and dragonscale armor. It had compartments for storing things like his weapons and various needful things, like a tent and sleeping bag, and a full cooler of food and drink. Thanks to the foresight of his Mentor, these things always regenerated everytime Dart put the bike away.
Hopping on the shiny chopper, Dart roared off down the road to Booty Bay, not even stopping as he whipped around corners throwing dust and thick black smoke wherever he drove. Narrowly missing a Kaldorei woman who happened to be strolling down the boardwalk, he yelled an apology as he thundered up to the Salty Sailor. He invoked his magic once again and the bike shrank down to the small trinket. He casually put it in his pocket, then checked to make sure he had his daggers and short sword attached to his belt. He had a jaunty leather safari hat on his head with a small bronze plume of a feather in the band.
Marching in to the tavern he smiled brightly at the bartender. "I am here to meet a Kersia. Can you direct me?"
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The bartender glanced up and down at Dart and snickered. "You here again? I told you she is upstairs, the third room on the upper hallway, now get lost before I call the bouncers!" He muttered to himself as he went back to cleaning the bar. "Crazy blood elf!"
Dart looked at the whelp on his shoulder. "How many times..." The whelp chirped three times. "Oh...I stepped out on the roof the first time, didn't I? The second time I pissed off a Worgen rogue who was trying to pick a Tauren's pocket...This is the last time! I swear...carefully now. Up the stairs to the second floor. Third room on the upper hallway..."
He stepped carefully this time and slipped into stealth mode past the Tauren, who was still grumbling about 'crazy blood elves". When he found the right room, he gazed inside to see the Pandaren standing at a large table.
"Excuse me..." he began as he walked into the room. Only realizing suddenly he was still hiding on the shadows. "OOPS! Sorry, I had a slight incident in the hallway.." he explained as he appeared right in front of the Pandaren. He gave her a bow with a flourish and extended a hand. "Darthanion Duskhaven, at your service. That is I hope you will allow me to accompany you. The missing person...yes, I know it is a bit unnerving for someone to appear suddenly in front of you, but I assure you I mean no harm!"
The tiny bronze whelp on dart's shoulder clung to him as he bowed, giving an irritated chirp as it struggled to stay on. It gave Kersia a soft purring sound in greeting.
Dart looked at the whelp on his shoulder. "How many times..." The whelp chirped three times. "Oh...I stepped out on the roof the first time, didn't I? The second time I pissed off a Worgen rogue who was trying to pick a Tauren's pocket...This is the last time! I swear...carefully now. Up the stairs to the second floor. Third room on the upper hallway..."
He stepped carefully this time and slipped into stealth mode past the Tauren, who was still grumbling about 'crazy blood elves". When he found the right room, he gazed inside to see the Pandaren standing at a large table.
"Excuse me..." he began as he walked into the room. Only realizing suddenly he was still hiding on the shadows. "OOPS! Sorry, I had a slight incident in the hallway.." he explained as he appeared right in front of the Pandaren. He gave her a bow with a flourish and extended a hand. "Darthanion Duskhaven, at your service. That is I hope you will allow me to accompany you. The missing person...yes, I know it is a bit unnerving for someone to appear suddenly in front of you, but I assure you I mean no harm!"
The tiny bronze whelp on dart's shoulder clung to him as he bowed, giving an irritated chirp as it struggled to stay on. It gave Kersia a soft purring sound in greeting.
A few days earlier...
Margaretta hurriedly dragged her brother through the busy streets of Stormwind, rambling excitedly as she worked on picking her way through the Dwarven District. "I'm telling you Mori, this is gonna be a great opportunity for us to get out and do something!" Morician merely rolled his eyes, heaving an irritated sigh as his sister continued to pull him along. The siblings soon came to a halt in front of the notice board, with Retta gesturing to one of the more recent bulletins.
"See? I told you! Someone's friend has been kidnapped, and they need help getting her back! Says there's a reward being offered, and we're to meet the contact down in Booty Bay." Morician frowned and nodded, studying the bulletin as his sister continued her monologue. "Maybe pirates did it, and this person is looking people to help track them down and offering a share of the plundered treasure as a reward? In any case, it can't be that hard of job, can it? We gotta help them!" He rolled his eyes again at the remark--though his twin wasn't lacking in enthusiasm, her planning could still use a little work. The missing person didn't really concern them, and there were certainly easier--and safer--ways for them both to earn money closer to home. At the same time...well, past events had proven that if he didn't do something, his sister was likely to take matters into her own hands.
"Retta, look..." he began, heaving a heavy sigh and shaking his head slowly. "We barely know anythin' about the events listed in that note..."
"But Mori!" Retta retorted, shooting a pleading look up at her brother.
"Which is why you're gonna stay here while I go and see what it's all about," he finished, gazing sternly at his sister. "No sense in both of us goin', and if I recall correctly, you're supposed to be replenishin' the supplies from our last trip."
Margaretta nodded, giving her twin a quick hug. "Just...be careful, okay? And try to keep me posted on what's going on, if you can." Morician nodded, cracking a slight smile before giving her a small reassuring pat on the shoulder. "I will--now shoo. I've got to go get Steel ready for the ride down there."
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Muttering a few curses under his breath, Morician carefully guided his deathcharger through the bustling streets of Booty Bay. Goblins scurried to and fro, carrying all manner of boxes and goods in addition to paying very little attention to where they were going. Utmost care had to be taken to ensure that the massive horse did not step on one of the unfortunate souls...not that some of them wouldn't deserve it given their refusal to get out of the way.
Ignoring the occasional startled yelps or shouted obscenities, Morician pressed his way onward, finally reaching the stables. Breathing a sigh of relief, he slid to the ground with a heavy thud, giving Steel an affectionate rub on the shoulder. "All right, Steel, just you wait here and try not to cause too much trouble, y'hear? Might try to find an apple or somethin' to bring back for you if you behave yourself." He then handed the reins over to the awaiting stablehand, before turning and heading for the tavern.
Once inside the door, he paused for a moment to remove his hood and let his eyes adjust to the dimmer interior lighting. He reached into a small pouch on his belt and pulled out a rather crumpled copy of the bulletin, studying it for several long moments before glancing around the room and frowning. Everyone else that he could see seemed to be the usual sorts you'd find in a bar, not people planning a rescue mission. Maybe somethin' in the note was wrong? Not quite willing to give up the search yet, he walked over to try his luck with the bartender. Perhaps the person looking for help was elsewhere in the tavern.
"Uh, excuse me, is there somebody by the name of..." Morician paused for a moment, squinting at the note before turning his attention back to the bartender. "...Kersia, around here?" The bartender studied the brawny death knight for a few moments, before slowly nodding and pointing the way to the correct room. "Right...thanks," Morician replied, giving a terse nod to the bartender before turning and heading the direction he was pointed in.
He hesitated for a few moments outside the door, questioning the wisdom of the venture one last time before entering the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. A quick glance around the room revealed that several people had already gathered--a pandaren, two night elves, a draenei, and a blood elf. Still unsure as to who was the one looking for the help, he cleared his throat before asking, "This the place to find Kersia?"
Margaretta hurriedly dragged her brother through the busy streets of Stormwind, rambling excitedly as she worked on picking her way through the Dwarven District. "I'm telling you Mori, this is gonna be a great opportunity for us to get out and do something!" Morician merely rolled his eyes, heaving an irritated sigh as his sister continued to pull him along. The siblings soon came to a halt in front of the notice board, with Retta gesturing to one of the more recent bulletins.
"See? I told you! Someone's friend has been kidnapped, and they need help getting her back! Says there's a reward being offered, and we're to meet the contact down in Booty Bay." Morician frowned and nodded, studying the bulletin as his sister continued her monologue. "Maybe pirates did it, and this person is looking people to help track them down and offering a share of the plundered treasure as a reward? In any case, it can't be that hard of job, can it? We gotta help them!" He rolled his eyes again at the remark--though his twin wasn't lacking in enthusiasm, her planning could still use a little work. The missing person didn't really concern them, and there were certainly easier--and safer--ways for them both to earn money closer to home. At the same time...well, past events had proven that if he didn't do something, his sister was likely to take matters into her own hands.
"Retta, look..." he began, heaving a heavy sigh and shaking his head slowly. "We barely know anythin' about the events listed in that note..."
"But Mori!" Retta retorted, shooting a pleading look up at her brother.
"Which is why you're gonna stay here while I go and see what it's all about," he finished, gazing sternly at his sister. "No sense in both of us goin', and if I recall correctly, you're supposed to be replenishin' the supplies from our last trip."
Margaretta nodded, giving her twin a quick hug. "Just...be careful, okay? And try to keep me posted on what's going on, if you can." Morician nodded, cracking a slight smile before giving her a small reassuring pat on the shoulder. "I will--now shoo. I've got to go get Steel ready for the ride down there."
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Muttering a few curses under his breath, Morician carefully guided his deathcharger through the bustling streets of Booty Bay. Goblins scurried to and fro, carrying all manner of boxes and goods in addition to paying very little attention to where they were going. Utmost care had to be taken to ensure that the massive horse did not step on one of the unfortunate souls...not that some of them wouldn't deserve it given their refusal to get out of the way.
Ignoring the occasional startled yelps or shouted obscenities, Morician pressed his way onward, finally reaching the stables. Breathing a sigh of relief, he slid to the ground with a heavy thud, giving Steel an affectionate rub on the shoulder. "All right, Steel, just you wait here and try not to cause too much trouble, y'hear? Might try to find an apple or somethin' to bring back for you if you behave yourself." He then handed the reins over to the awaiting stablehand, before turning and heading for the tavern.
Once inside the door, he paused for a moment to remove his hood and let his eyes adjust to the dimmer interior lighting. He reached into a small pouch on his belt and pulled out a rather crumpled copy of the bulletin, studying it for several long moments before glancing around the room and frowning. Everyone else that he could see seemed to be the usual sorts you'd find in a bar, not people planning a rescue mission. Maybe somethin' in the note was wrong? Not quite willing to give up the search yet, he walked over to try his luck with the bartender. Perhaps the person looking for help was elsewhere in the tavern.
"Uh, excuse me, is there somebody by the name of..." Morician paused for a moment, squinting at the note before turning his attention back to the bartender. "...Kersia, around here?" The bartender studied the brawny death knight for a few moments, before slowly nodding and pointing the way to the correct room. "Right...thanks," Morician replied, giving a terse nod to the bartender before turning and heading the direction he was pointed in.
He hesitated for a few moments outside the door, questioning the wisdom of the venture one last time before entering the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. A quick glance around the room revealed that several people had already gathered--a pandaren, two night elves, a draenei, and a blood elf. Still unsure as to who was the one looking for the help, he cleared his throat before asking, "This the place to find Kersia?"
Torin sat in her small camp in Stranglethorn vale. This place was very much still wild. He stood to his feet upon hearing the sound of foliage ruffling. "Who's there?" He asked aloud. He drew his blade looking around him. From the undergrowth came three humans, each bearing the colors of the Blood sail pirates. The lead one, a female spoke up.
"Look what we have here. A blind night elf alone in the jungle. Look old man, give us your stuff and we will let you live. There's too many for you to fight off. I think this is a good deal for someone with your... handicap." She said with a laugh. Her gruff voice giving away the rough life she lived.
Torin looked between the three. "Young lady if you value your life I suggest you leave now. This is the only warning I will give you. You and your two friends can walk away and I will forget this incident even happened." He said sternly. He hoped the three would listen.
"Look pal, from where I'm standing you are in no condition to be making demands. Get him!" She barked as her two accomplices charged the elf. Torin took a firm stance as the first one swung his cutlass brazenly at the night elf. He ducked beneath his clumsy blow and counter attacked, his blade biting deep into the human's chest. He pulled his blade away, parrying the blow from the other man. His counter attack nearly severing the attackers head. Only a thin piece of flesh kept it connected.
"Foolishly you attack an opponent you know nothing about. You assumed just because my eyes are covered with this blindfold that I am blind. Well child your friends have paid the ultimate price for your arrogance." He said slashing his blade through the air, blood spraying from it. With a quick wipe it was clean again. The green metal that made up his katana almost glowed in the sunlight.
The female pirate stumbled backwards in shock. He had moved so fast and was so deadly efficient with his blade she could hardly tell what happened as her friends fell. It didn't take but a moment for her to flee the camp. "Next time you won't be so lucky!" She called out behind her as she fled.
Torin sighed as he packed up his things and headed in to Booty Bay. Walking through the crowd most avoided him, but he managed to avoid bumping into anyone as he walked to the bulletin board. Torin looked at the board, the message mentioned Kersia, a known accomplice to the one he was seeking. He saw the date was for today. "I arrived just in time then. Perfect." He said with a grin as he walked to the Inn and went up to the Barkeep. Said Barkeep directed him to a room.
"Umm you sure you don't need any help finding it?" He asked waving his hand in front of Torin's face. Torin caught his hand and grinned. "Do not worry, I will be fine." He said as he walked down the hall to the room specified. He knocked before letting himself in. Looking over the faces in the room he spoke up. "I am here for the calling. Though no offence Kersia, you are not the one I seek." He said aloud before spotting Vynianyx. He walked up to the druid and knelt before her.
"My lady Vynianyx Forestwalker, my name is Torin. With recent activities of late The one I serve has asked that I find you and keep you safe. You may not remember me, but you came to us when you were small. I was there when you first entered the dream. Now so long later I am here again to ensure your protection. My sword is yours I will lay down my life to protect you." He said. He had only hoped she would accept his proposal.
"Look what we have here. A blind night elf alone in the jungle. Look old man, give us your stuff and we will let you live. There's too many for you to fight off. I think this is a good deal for someone with your... handicap." She said with a laugh. Her gruff voice giving away the rough life she lived.
Torin looked between the three. "Young lady if you value your life I suggest you leave now. This is the only warning I will give you. You and your two friends can walk away and I will forget this incident even happened." He said sternly. He hoped the three would listen.
"Look pal, from where I'm standing you are in no condition to be making demands. Get him!" She barked as her two accomplices charged the elf. Torin took a firm stance as the first one swung his cutlass brazenly at the night elf. He ducked beneath his clumsy blow and counter attacked, his blade biting deep into the human's chest. He pulled his blade away, parrying the blow from the other man. His counter attack nearly severing the attackers head. Only a thin piece of flesh kept it connected.
"Foolishly you attack an opponent you know nothing about. You assumed just because my eyes are covered with this blindfold that I am blind. Well child your friends have paid the ultimate price for your arrogance." He said slashing his blade through the air, blood spraying from it. With a quick wipe it was clean again. The green metal that made up his katana almost glowed in the sunlight.
The female pirate stumbled backwards in shock. He had moved so fast and was so deadly efficient with his blade she could hardly tell what happened as her friends fell. It didn't take but a moment for her to flee the camp. "Next time you won't be so lucky!" She called out behind her as she fled.
Torin sighed as he packed up his things and headed in to Booty Bay. Walking through the crowd most avoided him, but he managed to avoid bumping into anyone as he walked to the bulletin board. Torin looked at the board, the message mentioned Kersia, a known accomplice to the one he was seeking. He saw the date was for today. "I arrived just in time then. Perfect." He said with a grin as he walked to the Inn and went up to the Barkeep. Said Barkeep directed him to a room.
"Umm you sure you don't need any help finding it?" He asked waving his hand in front of Torin's face. Torin caught his hand and grinned. "Do not worry, I will be fine." He said as he walked down the hall to the room specified. He knocked before letting himself in. Looking over the faces in the room he spoke up. "I am here for the calling. Though no offence Kersia, you are not the one I seek." He said aloud before spotting Vynianyx. He walked up to the druid and knelt before her.
"My lady Vynianyx Forestwalker, my name is Torin. With recent activities of late The one I serve has asked that I find you and keep you safe. You may not remember me, but you came to us when you were small. I was there when you first entered the dream. Now so long later I am here again to ensure your protection. My sword is yours I will lay down my life to protect you." He said. He had only hoped she would accept his proposal.
"Get your fresh bread here, fresh baked bread!" It was early morning hours as Thomas, one of the bakers within the city was calling out to the morning rush as people went off to do their things. Richard really did enjoy the morning rush himself when he was here on most days. Lately it hadn't held that same charm as it used to.
Something...was different. As for what, he didn't know. He supposed life was just catching up to him. It seemed he was always on the run or in a rush that during the past few years settling down had some interesting effects.
"Get your potions, flasks, and more, right over here!" Richard stood at his usual corner, just by the lamp post that had gained sentience for all of ten seconds due to some magical mishap. He liked this lamp post. Though during that time it seemed the lamp post had hated him. That made it more worth while as the post could do nothing as it was an inanimate object.
A woman approached him, brunette hair and blue eyes. She was a rather pretty woman, that's for sure. "You got any thing for aches? My husband took a nasty fall a week ago and is still recovering. Light knows it' could have been worse. I just figure something ought to help a bit with the pain."
"Ah, I think this should help. It's rather invigorating so warn your husband about its effects. Don't let him go run around, even if he may feel like it." Richard said, pulling a greenish blue bottle out of his satchel. "That'll be twenty-five silver pieces, please."
"Oh, I'm sure he'll be so happy. Thank you!" She took the potion and handed Richard the money.
"You have a nice day now, don't be afraid to come drop by my shop, Parker's Potions down in Duskwood. Tell your friends, I could always use more business!" He called out to her as she walked away.
The rest of the morning went rather smoothly. He sold a few things and made his money's worth. "Hrm. I suppose that's good for today." He figured, some-time around noon. "Might as well check the message board."
There were sales, calls to arms for the war, a missing cat poster, a few other odds and ends. He was about to walk away when something caught his eye. A poster detailing a missing person.
"Motre, eh. Interesting name. The kind of interesting worth checking out." He hadn't been on any sort of adventure in over a year. Perhaps this is what he truly missed, the call of the open road. He didn't quite know. "Eh, what's that date again?" He checked the paper. "In a few days. Perfect, gives me just enough time to pack some supplies for Booty Bay, though I'll have to leave early morning to even get there in a few days time. I bet Synthara will be happy to hear about this. We could both use a bit of an outing, and this does sound enticing. Even promise for a bit of pay. A bit dangerous though. Bah, I'm sure it won't be that bad."
Seemed like he already made his own mind up, it did. He set off back to Duskwood. Hours later he sauntered into the Scarlet Raven Tavern. The place was a bit worn and a bit dark, much like the rest of Duskwood itself. in fact, compared to the rest of the area it was rather happy. There were a few stragglers it seemed, off in their own corners doing who cares what.
"Is that?" What luck it seemed one of the few friends he may have was one break. Fell, a dark furred worgen himself was off duty for the time being. "Greetings." Richard said, sitting down beside Fell who was guzzling down a mug of ale.
"Hey Richard. You seem to be in a bit of a chipper mood today. What's got ya so giddy?" The worgen looked down at his red-hatted friend.
"Going down to booty bay to help look for a missing person. With luck it won't take too long. I need to get out of the house you know. Something different from selling potions once in a while, eh."
Fell sighed, shaking his head. "Thought ya left that life behind ya."
"Truth to be told, I intended to. But lately I've just been in a rather dour mood, as I'm sure you know.
Perhaps one last adventure ought to pick me up."
"Woteva ya say, Richard. Woteva ya say. Hey, if ya want ya can borrow my horse, Swiftwind. She's been on boats before if you happen to need to travel on one. "
"You mean it?" Richard asked.
"Sure, sure. Just make sure the horse gets back to me or I'll rip you to shreds. And if you happen to die on your mad quest I'll find your corpse and then rip that to shreds."
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Something...was different. As for what, he didn't know. He supposed life was just catching up to him. It seemed he was always on the run or in a rush that during the past few years settling down had some interesting effects.
"Get your potions, flasks, and more, right over here!" Richard stood at his usual corner, just by the lamp post that had gained sentience for all of ten seconds due to some magical mishap. He liked this lamp post. Though during that time it seemed the lamp post had hated him. That made it more worth while as the post could do nothing as it was an inanimate object.
A woman approached him, brunette hair and blue eyes. She was a rather pretty woman, that's for sure. "You got any thing for aches? My husband took a nasty fall a week ago and is still recovering. Light knows it' could have been worse. I just figure something ought to help a bit with the pain."
"Ah, I think this should help. It's rather invigorating so warn your husband about its effects. Don't let him go run around, even if he may feel like it." Richard said, pulling a greenish blue bottle out of his satchel. "That'll be twenty-five silver pieces, please."
"Oh, I'm sure he'll be so happy. Thank you!" She took the potion and handed Richard the money.
"You have a nice day now, don't be afraid to come drop by my shop, Parker's Potions down in Duskwood. Tell your friends, I could always use more business!" He called out to her as she walked away.
The rest of the morning went rather smoothly. He sold a few things and made his money's worth. "Hrm. I suppose that's good for today." He figured, some-time around noon. "Might as well check the message board."
There were sales, calls to arms for the war, a missing cat poster, a few other odds and ends. He was about to walk away when something caught his eye. A poster detailing a missing person.
06/28/2016 12:14 PMPosted by MortreSeeking aide in tracking down kidnapped friend. Her name is Mortre, bronze skinned woman with black hair and golden eyes. Sometimes a dark furred worgen. Usually garbed in purple and black; and wears a gaudy headpiece with dragon horns attached. Any leads or assistance would be greatly appreciated. Please meet me at the inn at Booty Bay. Can talk of coin based rewards in person.
~Kersia
"Motre, eh. Interesting name. The kind of interesting worth checking out." He hadn't been on any sort of adventure in over a year. Perhaps this is what he truly missed, the call of the open road. He didn't quite know. "Eh, what's that date again?" He checked the paper. "In a few days. Perfect, gives me just enough time to pack some supplies for Booty Bay, though I'll have to leave early morning to even get there in a few days time. I bet Synthara will be happy to hear about this. We could both use a bit of an outing, and this does sound enticing. Even promise for a bit of pay. A bit dangerous though. Bah, I'm sure it won't be that bad."
Seemed like he already made his own mind up, it did. He set off back to Duskwood. Hours later he sauntered into the Scarlet Raven Tavern. The place was a bit worn and a bit dark, much like the rest of Duskwood itself. in fact, compared to the rest of the area it was rather happy. There were a few stragglers it seemed, off in their own corners doing who cares what.
"Is that?" What luck it seemed one of the few friends he may have was one break. Fell, a dark furred worgen himself was off duty for the time being. "Greetings." Richard said, sitting down beside Fell who was guzzling down a mug of ale.
"Hey Richard. You seem to be in a bit of a chipper mood today. What's got ya so giddy?" The worgen looked down at his red-hatted friend.
"Going down to booty bay to help look for a missing person. With luck it won't take too long. I need to get out of the house you know. Something different from selling potions once in a while, eh."
Fell sighed, shaking his head. "Thought ya left that life behind ya."
"Truth to be told, I intended to. But lately I've just been in a rather dour mood, as I'm sure you know.
Perhaps one last adventure ought to pick me up."
"Woteva ya say, Richard. Woteva ya say. Hey, if ya want ya can borrow my horse, Swiftwind. She's been on boats before if you happen to need to travel on one. "
"You mean it?" Richard asked.
"Sure, sure. Just make sure the horse gets back to me or I'll rip you to shreds. And if you happen to die on your mad quest I'll find your corpse and then rip that to shreds."
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"Erh, alright then. Thanks for the horse lad. She'll get back to you, I swear on my life."
"She better, Richard, She better." Fell said, staring longingly into his empty cup. "Another ale, please." He said to the tavernskeep. "Coming right up." He said, getting the worgen his drink within a moment.
"Right then, I'll be off. Need to prepare for the coming journey. See you when I get back."
"See you then, Richard. See you then."
Richard walked over to his shop, entering his key into the lock. It turned open and he was immediately jumped on. Synthara bowled him over the floor. In all the years he known her this seemed to be her favorite thing to do when he came home or met anyone new. Knock them over and pretend to be complacent. "Gah. You large panther. You know you're crushing me, just get off."
She replied with an affectionate rub against his face before slinking off the man and sitting by, giving herself a bath as if she did no wrong. "Say, Synthara. You up for a journey? Going to go help find a missing person."
The panther turned her head. Truth to be told Richard had no idea if she ever understood him beyond some of the commands. He always liked talking to her though, he felt like she knew what he was saying. Sometimes what he was thinking.
The panther then walked up and pawed at the door. "Oh, right." He let the panther out as she went off to do her business. "Well then, now what to bring? Some food that should last me a number of days. Perhaps my guitar. Yes, of course. We may need musical accompaniment if the journey is long. Some bandages and potions, of course. Never know what you might need." He went off, gathering his supplies. First he grabbed some extra clothing that one would swear was exactly identical to what he was wearing at this moment.
Hey, the guy likes his outfit, he can't be faulted for that. He grabbed some potions of healing and and some bandages, just in case things go wrong they may help out. He put some fruits and some bread into his satchel, tucked away rather nicely, as well as Some raw meats for Synthara. Once it was all packed up he set his guitar beside it. "There, all settled now." (Sorry about not mentioning this earlier. I meant too in my sign-up. He sings and plays guitar.)
He paced around his wooden floor a bit, thinking if he was missing anything."Nope, that covers it. He went over, opening the door to let Synthara back inside. "Right now. Rest up, lass. We've a bit of a journey in the coming days, who knows how long it sha'll last."
They went off to slumber as Richard finally had something else to do but keep shop. He awoke rather early before the sun had even risen. "Right, today's the day. Good thing Booty Bay isn't that far away. With that horse we should get there by the evening hours."
He got up, grabbing his satchel and ushering himself and Synthara out the door. The panther yawned as she walked beside him. "Best get ready for a trip girl, we'll have to run if you don't mind." The panther stretched her legs and arched her back just a bit as if to say she was prepared. At least, that's how he interpreted it. He was already dressed, his prized gun holstered on the left side of his belt.
At the stables was Fell, here to see him off maybe. "Didn't expect to see you just standing around." He said to the Worgen.
"My post for today is around here anyway. Figured I could spare a few moments as I correctly guessed you'd leave rather early. Be safe out there, Richard."
"Oh, right!" He took his key and handed it to the worgen. "Water my plants for me when you get the chance and keep ample enough candle-light on them. I'd rather not come home to a bunch of dead plants." Richard said. "Feel free to take some potions or whatever else you may need though, think of it as a bit of my thanks for doing that and giving me the horse."
Fell grumbled snatching the key. "Fine, just be easy on her. She's a good horse Richard and I don't want to see her get injured." He pat the horse, a Chestnut Mare, on her snout. He looked towards her. "You'll be going with Richard for a while, Swiftwind. Don't get yourself into a lot of trouble, you hear me." The horse neighed.
Richard gingerly got on top of the horse. "Thanks again." He ushered the horse onward as he and Synthara left Duskwood towards the cape of Stranglethorn, where Booty Bay lies.
Grabbing his guitar, he strummed as the horse plodded on. He kept himself balanced and tied down well enough to play while riding. He began to sing a song.
"Now You all know
The bards and their songs
When hours have gone by
I'll close my eyes
In a world far away
We may meet again
But now hear my song
About the dawn of the night
Let's sing the bards' song.."
(Con't 2/3)
"She better, Richard, She better." Fell said, staring longingly into his empty cup. "Another ale, please." He said to the tavernskeep. "Coming right up." He said, getting the worgen his drink within a moment.
"Right then, I'll be off. Need to prepare for the coming journey. See you when I get back."
"See you then, Richard. See you then."
Richard walked over to his shop, entering his key into the lock. It turned open and he was immediately jumped on. Synthara bowled him over the floor. In all the years he known her this seemed to be her favorite thing to do when he came home or met anyone new. Knock them over and pretend to be complacent. "Gah. You large panther. You know you're crushing me, just get off."
She replied with an affectionate rub against his face before slinking off the man and sitting by, giving herself a bath as if she did no wrong. "Say, Synthara. You up for a journey? Going to go help find a missing person."
The panther turned her head. Truth to be told Richard had no idea if she ever understood him beyond some of the commands. He always liked talking to her though, he felt like she knew what he was saying. Sometimes what he was thinking.
The panther then walked up and pawed at the door. "Oh, right." He let the panther out as she went off to do her business. "Well then, now what to bring? Some food that should last me a number of days. Perhaps my guitar. Yes, of course. We may need musical accompaniment if the journey is long. Some bandages and potions, of course. Never know what you might need." He went off, gathering his supplies. First he grabbed some extra clothing that one would swear was exactly identical to what he was wearing at this moment.
Hey, the guy likes his outfit, he can't be faulted for that. He grabbed some potions of healing and and some bandages, just in case things go wrong they may help out. He put some fruits and some bread into his satchel, tucked away rather nicely, as well as Some raw meats for Synthara. Once it was all packed up he set his guitar beside it. "There, all settled now." (Sorry about not mentioning this earlier. I meant too in my sign-up. He sings and plays guitar.)
He paced around his wooden floor a bit, thinking if he was missing anything."Nope, that covers it. He went over, opening the door to let Synthara back inside. "Right now. Rest up, lass. We've a bit of a journey in the coming days, who knows how long it sha'll last."
They went off to slumber as Richard finally had something else to do but keep shop. He awoke rather early before the sun had even risen. "Right, today's the day. Good thing Booty Bay isn't that far away. With that horse we should get there by the evening hours."
He got up, grabbing his satchel and ushering himself and Synthara out the door. The panther yawned as she walked beside him. "Best get ready for a trip girl, we'll have to run if you don't mind." The panther stretched her legs and arched her back just a bit as if to say she was prepared. At least, that's how he interpreted it. He was already dressed, his prized gun holstered on the left side of his belt.
At the stables was Fell, here to see him off maybe. "Didn't expect to see you just standing around." He said to the Worgen.
"My post for today is around here anyway. Figured I could spare a few moments as I correctly guessed you'd leave rather early. Be safe out there, Richard."
"Oh, right!" He took his key and handed it to the worgen. "Water my plants for me when you get the chance and keep ample enough candle-light on them. I'd rather not come home to a bunch of dead plants." Richard said. "Feel free to take some potions or whatever else you may need though, think of it as a bit of my thanks for doing that and giving me the horse."
Fell grumbled snatching the key. "Fine, just be easy on her. She's a good horse Richard and I don't want to see her get injured." He pat the horse, a Chestnut Mare, on her snout. He looked towards her. "You'll be going with Richard for a while, Swiftwind. Don't get yourself into a lot of trouble, you hear me." The horse neighed.
Richard gingerly got on top of the horse. "Thanks again." He ushered the horse onward as he and Synthara left Duskwood towards the cape of Stranglethorn, where Booty Bay lies.
Grabbing his guitar, he strummed as the horse plodded on. He kept himself balanced and tied down well enough to play while riding. He began to sing a song.
"Now You all know
The bards and their songs
When hours have gone by
I'll close my eyes
In a world far away
We may meet again
But now hear my song
About the dawn of the night
Let's sing the bards' song.."
(Con't 2/3)
It was a bit of a journey, though mostly a lonely one. Thankfully nothing too dangerous was on his travels towards the road. In fact, it seemed a bit odd to not at least run into a stray raptor or something. Ah well, didn't matter. They had made good pace and arrived just around eleven.
"Well, we're here." He said, mostly to himself as the entrance to the city came into sight. "Booty Bay, such a fine Goblin settlement. Sure there's debauchery, banditry, low lifes, and plenty of ale and priates, but that's as good as anywhere else."
The horse strolled into the city, the clopping of her hooves upon the wooden boards were rather dull. He was a man on a mission really. Still the salty sea air was a welcome bringing back some rather fond..and some unfortunate memories of his days as a mercenary on a ship, the Damsel's Distress as it was named. Sadly that ship had been lost to a sea kraken of which he and only a few other members were lucky to escape from.
"Bah. " He said, as they weaved their way through the place. It was a neutral settlement so beings of all sizes roamed around. They arrived at the tavern not much long after. IT seemed there was some posts to tie keep your mounts and pets secured. There were already a number there with guards. "Payment is five gold per pet and mount. We are not held liable if they go missing or are stolen." The goblin bruiser said bluntly. "Pay the taverns-keeper inside when you get in there."
Ah, goblins. Turning everything into a game of profit. "Fine, fine."
He looked down at Synthara. "Just going to have stay here for the time being girl." The panther sighed as she was tied up and the horse in a similar fashion. He made his way into the tavern.
He handed the taverns-keeper ten gold. "For a few friends tied up outside." He said. The taverns-keeper took the money and looked at the fellow. "So, what will you be having?"
"Ah, a nice ale should do me fine. I'm looking for someone as well, a Kerisa, I think. Do you happen to know if she has arrived."
"Sure thing, bub. She told me to tell folks to meet her in the room she rented up stairs. A nice big one too. You guys got a meeting or something?" He said, hadning the fellow his ale.
"Something like that." He said, paying the goblin his fair due. "Thanks for the ale." He took a drink and wandered upstairs to where the room lied. Seemed there were a number of folks there already."
"Greetings." He said, raising his hand that held the mug, a slight bit splashing onto the floor below. He took a drink. "I'm here about that missing person notice you posted up."
( 3/3 A bit long of an opener. Hope you don't mind it though. I can assure you most my other posts will remain within 1 if it can..)
"Well, we're here." He said, mostly to himself as the entrance to the city came into sight. "Booty Bay, such a fine Goblin settlement. Sure there's debauchery, banditry, low lifes, and plenty of ale and priates, but that's as good as anywhere else."
The horse strolled into the city, the clopping of her hooves upon the wooden boards were rather dull. He was a man on a mission really. Still the salty sea air was a welcome bringing back some rather fond..and some unfortunate memories of his days as a mercenary on a ship, the Damsel's Distress as it was named. Sadly that ship had been lost to a sea kraken of which he and only a few other members were lucky to escape from.
"Bah. " He said, as they weaved their way through the place. It was a neutral settlement so beings of all sizes roamed around. They arrived at the tavern not much long after. IT seemed there was some posts to tie keep your mounts and pets secured. There were already a number there with guards. "Payment is five gold per pet and mount. We are not held liable if they go missing or are stolen." The goblin bruiser said bluntly. "Pay the taverns-keeper inside when you get in there."
Ah, goblins. Turning everything into a game of profit. "Fine, fine."
He looked down at Synthara. "Just going to have stay here for the time being girl." The panther sighed as she was tied up and the horse in a similar fashion. He made his way into the tavern.
He handed the taverns-keeper ten gold. "For a few friends tied up outside." He said. The taverns-keeper took the money and looked at the fellow. "So, what will you be having?"
"Ah, a nice ale should do me fine. I'm looking for someone as well, a Kerisa, I think. Do you happen to know if she has arrived."
"Sure thing, bub. She told me to tell folks to meet her in the room she rented up stairs. A nice big one too. You guys got a meeting or something?" He said, hadning the fellow his ale.
"Something like that." He said, paying the goblin his fair due. "Thanks for the ale." He took a drink and wandered upstairs to where the room lied. Seemed there were a number of folks there already."
"Greetings." He said, raising his hand that held the mug, a slight bit splashing onto the floor below. He took a drink. "I'm here about that missing person notice you posted up."
( 3/3 A bit long of an opener. Hope you don't mind it though. I can assure you most my other posts will remain within 1 if it can..)
Kersia sighed as she looked over her notes. If her research was correct, this... Vinarion... fellow had amassed a decent following. She would need to keep her goal in mind and not waste time quarreling with his followers. Titans know how many he has. It was troubling, and her brow was deeply grooved as her contemplated. She was certain he had aerial forces as well, well equipped for combat in the clouds... Something Kersia wanted to avoid at all costs. She cursed herself... It was almost a certainty that he would know they would be coming... Had she realized he would take Mortre like he did... she would have kept her probing far more silent.
"Kersia?" Vynianyx mumbled.
Kersia snapped back to reality. Footsteps down the hall indicated someone was approaching. Perhaps their 'heroes' would arrive afterall. Kersia did a mental prayer to the titans; that she may receive semi-competent help.
An elf... with a slap happy grin and an exuberant wave. This... is what the titans send me? Kersia bit her tongue. Now, now. Don't judge so hastily. "Hello! Are you here about the missing-"
A disembodied excuse me... followed by an oops... interrupted her. Kersia raised her guard as suddenly a blood elf appeared right before her. A blood elf with a peculiar scent and aura about him. Kersia looked him over very carefully as he rambled. "Darthanion Duskhaven, at your service. That is I hope you will allow me to accompany you. The missing person...yes, I know it is a bit unnerving for someone to appear suddenly in front of you, but I assure you I mean no harm!"
He held out his hand for her to shake, which she gingerly did. She wasn't sure if he was to be trusted... but he seemed honest enough.
"This the place to find Kersia?"
Okay... titans... slow down... sheesh. Kersia grumbled and waved towards the undead human in the door. "Yes, I am Kersia please come-"
A knock interrupted her as another let himself in. Vynianyx and Sylstyx both exchanged amused grins.
"I am here for the calling. Though no offence Kersia, you are not the one I seek."
Kersia looked at the elf with a bemused expression as he suddenly walked to Vynianyx. What the f-
Vynianyx shared Kersia's baffled expression as the elf knelt before her and spoke. "My lady Vynianyx Forestwalker, my name is Torin. With recent activities of late The one I serve has asked that I find you and keep you safe. You may not remember me, but you came to us when you were small. I was there when you first entered the dream. Now so long later I am here again to ensure your protection. My sword is yours I will lay down my life to protect you."
"Um," Vynianyx looked at Kersia and Sylstyx, both of whom simply shrugged. At a loss, her face turned a little flushed. "A-are you asking to..." Kersia elbowed her in the side, which allowed her brain to catch up to what was going on. "Oh!" Vynianyx chuckled lightly. "Yeah... um sure? I don't really understand but the more the merrier?" She chuckled.
Kersia just sighed. It was too much to try and figure out what all was going on at once, but she could at least get everyone seated. She went to speak once again, but was cut off by a human with a mug of something. "Greetings." Whatever was in the mug sloshed onto the floor. "I'm here about that missing person notice you posted up."
Kersia didn't speak... didn't say a word for several seconds. She simply observed and waited. Any more interruptions? She mused... Five people... more than I thought but less than I hoped. Maybe more will trickle in later. The pandaren took a long breath and stood.
"Thank you all for coming... for whatever reason that brought you here." She glanced at Torin. "Please, have a seat. My name is Kersia, a close friend of a woman known as Mortre. Several nights ago, her netherdrake came to me and informed me someone kidnapped her. I rallied Vynianyx," she pointed at the night elf druid at her side, "And Sylstyx," she pointed at the draenei, "to help me find her."
Kersia paused. "Well, Mortre and I had been investigating some cult stationed in Tenaris that worshiped the black dragonflight. I am certain they took her. Based on what little I do know about this cult, I decided my two comrades may not be enough. So I put up posters in every city I could... benefits of teleportation... to try and draw in a group to help me get her back."
((1/2))
"Kersia?" Vynianyx mumbled.
Kersia snapped back to reality. Footsteps down the hall indicated someone was approaching. Perhaps their 'heroes' would arrive afterall. Kersia did a mental prayer to the titans; that she may receive semi-competent help.
An elf... with a slap happy grin and an exuberant wave. This... is what the titans send me? Kersia bit her tongue. Now, now. Don't judge so hastily. "Hello! Are you here about the missing-"
A disembodied excuse me... followed by an oops... interrupted her. Kersia raised her guard as suddenly a blood elf appeared right before her. A blood elf with a peculiar scent and aura about him. Kersia looked him over very carefully as he rambled. "Darthanion Duskhaven, at your service. That is I hope you will allow me to accompany you. The missing person...yes, I know it is a bit unnerving for someone to appear suddenly in front of you, but I assure you I mean no harm!"
He held out his hand for her to shake, which she gingerly did. She wasn't sure if he was to be trusted... but he seemed honest enough.
"This the place to find Kersia?"
Okay... titans... slow down... sheesh. Kersia grumbled and waved towards the undead human in the door. "Yes, I am Kersia please come-"
A knock interrupted her as another let himself in. Vynianyx and Sylstyx both exchanged amused grins.
"I am here for the calling. Though no offence Kersia, you are not the one I seek."
Kersia looked at the elf with a bemused expression as he suddenly walked to Vynianyx. What the f-
Vynianyx shared Kersia's baffled expression as the elf knelt before her and spoke. "My lady Vynianyx Forestwalker, my name is Torin. With recent activities of late The one I serve has asked that I find you and keep you safe. You may not remember me, but you came to us when you were small. I was there when you first entered the dream. Now so long later I am here again to ensure your protection. My sword is yours I will lay down my life to protect you."
"Um," Vynianyx looked at Kersia and Sylstyx, both of whom simply shrugged. At a loss, her face turned a little flushed. "A-are you asking to..." Kersia elbowed her in the side, which allowed her brain to catch up to what was going on. "Oh!" Vynianyx chuckled lightly. "Yeah... um sure? I don't really understand but the more the merrier?" She chuckled.
Kersia just sighed. It was too much to try and figure out what all was going on at once, but she could at least get everyone seated. She went to speak once again, but was cut off by a human with a mug of something. "Greetings." Whatever was in the mug sloshed onto the floor. "I'm here about that missing person notice you posted up."
Kersia didn't speak... didn't say a word for several seconds. She simply observed and waited. Any more interruptions? She mused... Five people... more than I thought but less than I hoped. Maybe more will trickle in later. The pandaren took a long breath and stood.
"Thank you all for coming... for whatever reason that brought you here." She glanced at Torin. "Please, have a seat. My name is Kersia, a close friend of a woman known as Mortre. Several nights ago, her netherdrake came to me and informed me someone kidnapped her. I rallied Vynianyx," she pointed at the night elf druid at her side, "And Sylstyx," she pointed at the draenei, "to help me find her."
Kersia paused. "Well, Mortre and I had been investigating some cult stationed in Tenaris that worshiped the black dragonflight. I am certain they took her. Based on what little I do know about this cult, I decided my two comrades may not be enough. So I put up posters in every city I could... benefits of teleportation... to try and draw in a group to help me get her back."
((1/2))
Vynianyx spoke up. "Regardless of if you care about Mortre or not, this cult is up to no good. Most of the black flight had fallen to corruption, and whatever this cult is planning will be harmful for Azeroth, I am certain." She looked at all the faces gathered thus far. "So Torin here already introduced himself, and I assume since he is here to protect me, he will be coming. I think it is easier to work with people with names, if you catch my drift. Names, questions, comments, concerns?" She chuckled.
"Yes, might as well get introductions in order. It will give some time for others to arrive." Kersia sighed. She hoped this gaggle of what appeared to be interesting folks had some level of competence.
Vynianyx pulled out a quill, ready to jot down notes of everyone. She addressed Torin with a whisper. "So if you were there when I first dreamed... would that make you one of Ysera's? Why me? Why now?" She paused. "Glad to have the extra power regardless. It can be an ordeal keeping the queen of space brains from wandering into trouble."
Sylstyx sneezed. "Uuh," she glanced around. "Ziz beink ze duzd mi zinkink." she mumbled.
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(Ooh))((This being the dust me thinking))
((2/2))
"Yes, might as well get introductions in order. It will give some time for others to arrive." Kersia sighed. She hoped this gaggle of what appeared to be interesting folks had some level of competence.
Vynianyx pulled out a quill, ready to jot down notes of everyone. She addressed Torin with a whisper. "So if you were there when I first dreamed... would that make you one of Ysera's? Why me? Why now?" She paused. "Glad to have the extra power regardless. It can be an ordeal keeping the queen of space brains from wandering into trouble."
Sylstyx sneezed. "Uuh," she glanced around. "Ziz beink ze duzd mi zinkink." she mumbled.
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(Ooh))((This being the dust me thinking))
((2/2))
- Draconyxion -
Draconyxion had accompanied Sir Bowen back to Stormwind after the events that has transpired regarding the confirmed rumors of rogue Death Knights in Northrend. While waiting for an audience with King Varian Wrynn Draconyxion's mind was getting restless. He kept thinking back to what Mortre had told him about her enchantments and how a friend of hers who may be able to help had a shop in Stormwind. At some point they would have to seek out this establishment and inquire about him getting a set of his own. While bangles or whatever them things were hanging from Mortre's horns are not his style, maybe something else could suffice in their stead.
Finally the King was free and the pair of Dwarves were able to see him. Sir Bowen lead the way as they both entered the War room with King Wrynn standing on the other side of the table. Draconyxion watched as the Wildhammer gave a respectable salute to Stormwind's King before detailing the events in Northrend followed swiftly with further details regarding the mastermind behind the whole plot and how the Knights of the Ebon blade were made out to be the hostile party. Even though it was a ruse by the true culprits to drive a wedge between the Knights of the Ebon Blade and those of the Crusade and all of Azeroth.
Sir Bowen continued on like this for what seemed like hours as he was detailing every aspect of their mission to make sure his report was complete and precise. Through the entire lengthy process Draconyxion remained silent; his mind on other things. Eventually King Wrynn gave a nod, being satisfied with the Wildhammer's report. The King turned and faced away as he contemplated to himself what to do about the amassing cults. This was growing into a bigger problem then simple a few rogue Death Knights wanting to bring a new Lich King to the throne.
With a wave of his hand and a final thank you, the King dismissed the pair. Sir Bowen gave a final salute and responded "Aye, Meh'Lord." Before walking out of the war room with Draconyxion in tow. The hour was late and so they opted for a room for the night.
Morning came soon enough for the pair of Dwarves as they to ready to meet the day. "Sir Bowen..." Draco began to start in, "Do you think that we could try and find this shop of Mortre's friend so that I may see about getting some special enchantments of my own?"
Sir Bowen simply looked at his friend. "I have something I need ta take care of, but ye may do yer own search if ye like. We can meet back up later some time. But don't be gettin' ye'self inta any trouble." Sir Bowen puled out a flyer with a pair of faces printed on it looking it over. He'd heard the pair may have been spotted over in Old town and he needed to check out the lead for an old friend.
"Thank you Bowen. I hope I can find her as it would be a great help with my condition." Draconyxion said goodbye to the Wildhammer before the pair went their separate ways. Draconyxion had spent all day combing the streets of Stormwind until he came to what he hoped was the shop he desired. When he tried to enter he found the door locked. She must be closed for the day. He thought to himself. Feeling a bit defeated but no less discouraged he had finally found the shop at least. he could always come back tomorrow and try to catch her.
Draconyxion tried several times but each time he returned to the shop it had been closed. It was as if the Old gods were mocking him and preventing him from getting what he desired. The Dwarf grew angry as he stormed off and eventually found himself near one of the boards put up around Stormwind. He had seen Sir Bowen skim over them a few times so he figured why not. Reading several of the flyers he found one behind several others with most of it covered. It was the letters r.t.r.e. and the word Dragon that caught his attention first. Brushing several of the other flyers aside he read the rest of the note.
There was a date at the bottom. Draconyxion looked the note over. It was not that long ago he'd seen Mortre, how could she have been kidnaped? One she was not a kid, and two, she is way too powerful to be simply taken. The Dwarf looked the date over along with the name at the bottom. His fury had quelled slightly as he now understood why the shop was always closed. It's owner had not been there as she had moved her operation to Booty Bay to aid her friend. He needed to get there quickly. Too quickly to take the time to alert Sir Bowen. He hated leaving the Wildhammer without a word but this was an emergency.
(1/2)
Draconyxion had accompanied Sir Bowen back to Stormwind after the events that has transpired regarding the confirmed rumors of rogue Death Knights in Northrend. While waiting for an audience with King Varian Wrynn Draconyxion's mind was getting restless. He kept thinking back to what Mortre had told him about her enchantments and how a friend of hers who may be able to help had a shop in Stormwind. At some point they would have to seek out this establishment and inquire about him getting a set of his own. While bangles or whatever them things were hanging from Mortre's horns are not his style, maybe something else could suffice in their stead.
Finally the King was free and the pair of Dwarves were able to see him. Sir Bowen lead the way as they both entered the War room with King Wrynn standing on the other side of the table. Draconyxion watched as the Wildhammer gave a respectable salute to Stormwind's King before detailing the events in Northrend followed swiftly with further details regarding the mastermind behind the whole plot and how the Knights of the Ebon blade were made out to be the hostile party. Even though it was a ruse by the true culprits to drive a wedge between the Knights of the Ebon Blade and those of the Crusade and all of Azeroth.
Sir Bowen continued on like this for what seemed like hours as he was detailing every aspect of their mission to make sure his report was complete and precise. Through the entire lengthy process Draconyxion remained silent; his mind on other things. Eventually King Wrynn gave a nod, being satisfied with the Wildhammer's report. The King turned and faced away as he contemplated to himself what to do about the amassing cults. This was growing into a bigger problem then simple a few rogue Death Knights wanting to bring a new Lich King to the throne.
With a wave of his hand and a final thank you, the King dismissed the pair. Sir Bowen gave a final salute and responded "Aye, Meh'Lord." Before walking out of the war room with Draconyxion in tow. The hour was late and so they opted for a room for the night.
Morning came soon enough for the pair of Dwarves as they to ready to meet the day. "Sir Bowen..." Draco began to start in, "Do you think that we could try and find this shop of Mortre's friend so that I may see about getting some special enchantments of my own?"
Sir Bowen simply looked at his friend. "I have something I need ta take care of, but ye may do yer own search if ye like. We can meet back up later some time. But don't be gettin' ye'self inta any trouble." Sir Bowen puled out a flyer with a pair of faces printed on it looking it over. He'd heard the pair may have been spotted over in Old town and he needed to check out the lead for an old friend.
"Thank you Bowen. I hope I can find her as it would be a great help with my condition." Draconyxion said goodbye to the Wildhammer before the pair went their separate ways. Draconyxion had spent all day combing the streets of Stormwind until he came to what he hoped was the shop he desired. When he tried to enter he found the door locked. She must be closed for the day. He thought to himself. Feeling a bit defeated but no less discouraged he had finally found the shop at least. he could always come back tomorrow and try to catch her.
Draconyxion tried several times but each time he returned to the shop it had been closed. It was as if the Old gods were mocking him and preventing him from getting what he desired. The Dwarf grew angry as he stormed off and eventually found himself near one of the boards put up around Stormwind. He had seen Sir Bowen skim over them a few times so he figured why not. Reading several of the flyers he found one behind several others with most of it covered. It was the letters r.t.r.e. and the word Dragon that caught his attention first. Brushing several of the other flyers aside he read the rest of the note.
Seeking aide in tracking down kidnapped friend. Her name is Mortre, bronze skinned woman with black hair and golden eyes. Sometimes a dark furred worgen. Usually garbed in purple and black; and wears a gaudy headpiece with dragon horns attached. Any leads or assistance would be greatly appreciated. Please meet me at the inn at Booty Bay. Can talk of coin based rewards in person.~Kersia
There was a date at the bottom. Draconyxion looked the note over. It was not that long ago he'd seen Mortre, how could she have been kidnaped? One she was not a kid, and two, she is way too powerful to be simply taken. The Dwarf looked the date over along with the name at the bottom. His fury had quelled slightly as he now understood why the shop was always closed. It's owner had not been there as she had moved her operation to Booty Bay to aid her friend. He needed to get there quickly. Too quickly to take the time to alert Sir Bowen. He hated leaving the Wildhammer without a word but this was an emergency.
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- Draconyxion -
If somebody had indeed abducted Mortre then they could be after the magic of her enchantment. If anyone was going to get it, then it would be him. It was also possible that this may have been the work of the Black Prince. As far as Draco knew Mortre may be one of the last living Dragons of her flight and if he had somehow discovered her, how long before Wrathion came after him? Draco knew she was old and there was so much she could teach about the old ways before the corruption and whispers took hold.
Booty Bay was at the southern tip of Stranglethron. A good distance from Stormwind as he would have to travel south through Elwynn Forest, past Duskwood, and then Northern Stranglethorn. If he wanted to get there in time he needed to leave now. The Dwarf made his way south until he departed the gates of Stromwind and the Valley of Heroes. He had no idea why they called it that. It wasn't a valley at all. More like a large mote with a bridge over it.
Once Draco was clear of Stormwind he looked to the sky. The trip was going to be a long one but if he flew swift in his true form then maybe it would be faster. However a 50 foot Black Dragon flying South would likely turn some unneeded heads. So the Dwarf opted to fly while still in disguise. Yes it would take a bit longer but he'd be less likely to bring attention to himself. Bartering for the fastest Gryphon he could afford Draco saddled up and was soon airborne. Oh yeah, this felt nice. he thought to himself as he traveled south. Flying without flapping a single wing. Now he had a better idea why Dwarves rode these beasts all of the time. True they did not compare to Dragons but they had their uses as he soon found out.
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Draco upon his Gryphon landed on one of the roosts in Booty bay. There were other Gryphons nesting there and customers each trying to get at Gyll the Dwarf Gryphon Master hoping for a ride somewhere. Draco handed off the Gryphon with some coin for the trip before it was hastily sent off with another passenger to parts unknown.
Draco carefully descended from the Gryphon roost and made his way over the docks of Booty bay before resting his eyes on the tavern where he was expecting to meet with this Kersia about both the enchantments he needed from her and the unfortunate predicament Mortre seemed to have gotten herself into. Having no idea what this Kersia looked like, it seemed he neglected to ask this information of Mortre when last he'd seen her. If she had mentioned anything it must have slipped his mind. As it stood he knew the best place to find information was with the one who saw everything. The Bar tender a Goblin in serious need of a bath was the likely suspect who held the information he sought.
Walking up to the bar Draco quickly dispensed with the pleasantries. "Greetings Goblin, I am hear to find one Kersia. I have reason to believe that she may be here somewhere. Would a smart Goblin like yourself mind pointing her out to me?" The Goblin gave a sly grin at the Dwarf who approached. Yeah he was smart but was this dwarf smarter?
"Do you see a sign anywhere that says free anything bub? That is because this is a bar and people come to purchase what they want. If you want to know where your friend is, it will cost ya? So drop some coin and drop the nice act cause I sell, I don't buy."
Draco was taken back by the boldness of this creature. He knew Goblins were misers when it came to Gold, but to actually charge for something like pointing out a patron? The Dwarf gave a sigh before taking some silver out of his pouch and placing it in the Goblin's open hand. he watched as the little green elf counted the silver pieces before pointing to a room upstairs. Draco quickly left the bar and the Goblin behind to pursue his real goal.
Walking up the flight of stairs he made his way towards the suggested room. When he arrived he noticed there was quite the gathering already within the room with a large worn table at its center. "Excuse me, I am looking for an Kersia, would one of you ladies be her?" Looking around the room he recognized Both Vyn and the Draenei as member's of Mortre's trio in Northrend. This meant that the only other female in the room had to be Kirsia. She was a Pandaren of all things. Draco could smell the magic on her and he knew he'd found the one he sought. Walking up to the table he looked directly at her, his amber eyes giving a knowing sheen to them as they flickered with the molten earth he commanded.
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Notes: No references to quote just a quick note about Draco's appearance. He is dressed in his armor from his sign-up and while his wings are not currently on display his horns are.
If somebody had indeed abducted Mortre then they could be after the magic of her enchantment. If anyone was going to get it, then it would be him. It was also possible that this may have been the work of the Black Prince. As far as Draco knew Mortre may be one of the last living Dragons of her flight and if he had somehow discovered her, how long before Wrathion came after him? Draco knew she was old and there was so much she could teach about the old ways before the corruption and whispers took hold.
Booty Bay was at the southern tip of Stranglethron. A good distance from Stormwind as he would have to travel south through Elwynn Forest, past Duskwood, and then Northern Stranglethorn. If he wanted to get there in time he needed to leave now. The Dwarf made his way south until he departed the gates of Stromwind and the Valley of Heroes. He had no idea why they called it that. It wasn't a valley at all. More like a large mote with a bridge over it.
Once Draco was clear of Stormwind he looked to the sky. The trip was going to be a long one but if he flew swift in his true form then maybe it would be faster. However a 50 foot Black Dragon flying South would likely turn some unneeded heads. So the Dwarf opted to fly while still in disguise. Yes it would take a bit longer but he'd be less likely to bring attention to himself. Bartering for the fastest Gryphon he could afford Draco saddled up and was soon airborne. Oh yeah, this felt nice. he thought to himself as he traveled south. Flying without flapping a single wing. Now he had a better idea why Dwarves rode these beasts all of the time. True they did not compare to Dragons but they had their uses as he soon found out.
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Draco upon his Gryphon landed on one of the roosts in Booty bay. There were other Gryphons nesting there and customers each trying to get at Gyll the Dwarf Gryphon Master hoping for a ride somewhere. Draco handed off the Gryphon with some coin for the trip before it was hastily sent off with another passenger to parts unknown.
Draco carefully descended from the Gryphon roost and made his way over the docks of Booty bay before resting his eyes on the tavern where he was expecting to meet with this Kersia about both the enchantments he needed from her and the unfortunate predicament Mortre seemed to have gotten herself into. Having no idea what this Kersia looked like, it seemed he neglected to ask this information of Mortre when last he'd seen her. If she had mentioned anything it must have slipped his mind. As it stood he knew the best place to find information was with the one who saw everything. The Bar tender a Goblin in serious need of a bath was the likely suspect who held the information he sought.
Walking up to the bar Draco quickly dispensed with the pleasantries. "Greetings Goblin, I am hear to find one Kersia. I have reason to believe that she may be here somewhere. Would a smart Goblin like yourself mind pointing her out to me?" The Goblin gave a sly grin at the Dwarf who approached. Yeah he was smart but was this dwarf smarter?
"Do you see a sign anywhere that says free anything bub? That is because this is a bar and people come to purchase what they want. If you want to know where your friend is, it will cost ya? So drop some coin and drop the nice act cause I sell, I don't buy."
Draco was taken back by the boldness of this creature. He knew Goblins were misers when it came to Gold, but to actually charge for something like pointing out a patron? The Dwarf gave a sigh before taking some silver out of his pouch and placing it in the Goblin's open hand. he watched as the little green elf counted the silver pieces before pointing to a room upstairs. Draco quickly left the bar and the Goblin behind to pursue his real goal.
Walking up the flight of stairs he made his way towards the suggested room. When he arrived he noticed there was quite the gathering already within the room with a large worn table at its center. "Excuse me, I am looking for an Kersia, would one of you ladies be her?" Looking around the room he recognized Both Vyn and the Draenei as member's of Mortre's trio in Northrend. This meant that the only other female in the room had to be Kirsia. She was a Pandaren of all things. Draco could smell the magic on her and he knew he'd found the one he sought. Walking up to the table he looked directly at her, his amber eyes giving a knowing sheen to them as they flickered with the molten earth he commanded.
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Notes: No references to quote just a quick note about Draco's appearance. He is dressed in his armor from his sign-up and while his wings are not currently on display his horns are.
Aliyara moved into the room, her boots falling onto the hardwood floor softly, her eyes glancing downward as she notes the loose, flexible boards wobble beneath her weight. Her eyes narrowed as she considered if she were fat or simply sloppy workmanship from the green-skins. A hand traveled below her breast-plate, idly poking at the exposed area of her lower stomach. She was thin, perhaps –too- thin than what would be healthy, but that did not stifle a brief look of self-consciousness cross her face. Such display of weakness was short lived, and her head picked up at the words of the Pandarian .
‘Oh Fel, a cult…’ She thought. It was not the ideal circumstance for the rogue, fanatics were difficult if not impossible negotiators, and nearly non-manipulatable. Aliyara moved her hands to a small, leather pouch at her hip, pinching some dried, brown herb between her fingers and sprinkling the mixture into a thin sheet of folded paper, rolling it expertly between her fingers. She released a sigh, a slight smirk coming to her face as she brought the lit match to the end of her vice, igniting the cherry. The thought of how her sister would approach this situation made her laugh.
She leaned against the make-shift wall of the room, made up of worn boards of wood that creaked behind her weight. Smoke expelled from her lips and into the room, uncaring of politeness or who she would annoy with her addiction. Bright, white eyes travel to the blood elf, who arrived only just after she did, her lips pursing in his direction, a smoldering gaze and a wink given to him as a form of passive flirting. She was limited in terms of communication, and she had to entertain herself somehow until talk of payment.
‘Oh Fel, a cult…’ She thought. It was not the ideal circumstance for the rogue, fanatics were difficult if not impossible negotiators, and nearly non-manipulatable. Aliyara moved her hands to a small, leather pouch at her hip, pinching some dried, brown herb between her fingers and sprinkling the mixture into a thin sheet of folded paper, rolling it expertly between her fingers. She released a sigh, a slight smirk coming to her face as she brought the lit match to the end of her vice, igniting the cherry. The thought of how her sister would approach this situation made her laugh.
She leaned against the make-shift wall of the room, made up of worn boards of wood that creaked behind her weight. Smoke expelled from her lips and into the room, uncaring of politeness or who she would annoy with her addiction. Bright, white eyes travel to the blood elf, who arrived only just after she did, her lips pursing in his direction, a smoldering gaze and a wink given to him as a form of passive flirting. She was limited in terms of communication, and she had to entertain herself somehow until talk of payment.
Vynianyx pulled out a quill, ready to jot down notes of everyone. She addressed Torin with a whisper. "So if you were there when I first dreamed... would that make you one of Ysera's? Why me? Why now?" She paused. "Glad to have the extra power regardless. It can be an ordeal keeping the queen of space brains from wandering into trouble."
"Where ever Vynianyx goes I will follow." He said aloud. Getting a chair he sat next to Vyn so that they could speak a bit more privately. No need for all these others to know too much. He listened to her questions and grinned. He whispered back in response. "My true form would be a bit... cumbersome. Yes I am of the Green flight. When you first came to us half dead after the deaths of your parents, you crawled next to me. I have changed since then. I am not sure you would recognize me now. That is a discussion for another time though." He said pulling up a sleeve on his arm, showing a series of scars on his skin.
*Pause for Vynny*
Torin turned to watch the dwarf come into the room asking for Kersia. Instinctively he reached for his weapon, resting his hand on the hilt of his blade. "Careful... this one has a familiar aura to him." He whispered to Vynn. "As for your other questions, just know the Awakened one has asked for several of us to watcher certain druids. With the recent attack on Sentinel Hill we have to be more proactive. This case, it is keeping you alive. You have a destiny to fore fill. While in the waking world his eyes were covered by a blindfold, he saw the world through the dream. Its purist form was always visible to him. It was a unique way of seeing things that others might miss.
"Where ever Vynianyx goes I will follow." He said aloud. Getting a chair he sat next to Vyn so that they could speak a bit more privately. No need for all these others to know too much. He listened to her questions and grinned. He whispered back in response. "My true form would be a bit... cumbersome. Yes I am of the Green flight. When you first came to us half dead after the deaths of your parents, you crawled next to me. I have changed since then. I am not sure you would recognize me now. That is a discussion for another time though." He said pulling up a sleeve on his arm, showing a series of scars on his skin.
*Pause for Vynny*
Torin turned to watch the dwarf come into the room asking for Kersia. Instinctively he reached for his weapon, resting his hand on the hilt of his blade. "Careful... this one has a familiar aura to him." He whispered to Vynn. "As for your other questions, just know the Awakened one has asked for several of us to watcher certain druids. With the recent attack on Sentinel Hill we have to be more proactive. This case, it is keeping you alive. You have a destiny to fore fill. While in the waking world his eyes were covered by a blindfold, he saw the world through the dream. Its purist form was always visible to him. It was a unique way of seeing things that others might miss.
06/28/2016 08:10 PMPosted by KersiaVynianyx spoke up. "Regardless of if you care about Mortre or not, this cult is up to no good. Most of the black flight had fallen to corruption, and whatever this cult is planning will be harmful for Azeroth, I am certain." She looked at all the faces gathered thus far. "So Torin here already introduced himself, and I assume since he is here to protect me, he will be coming. I think it is easier to work with people with names, if you catch my drift. Names, questions, comments, concerns?" She chuckled.
"Yes, might as well get introductions in order. It will give some time for others to arrive." Kersia sighed. She hoped this gaggle of what appeared to be interesting folks had some level of competence.
Morician stood quietly in the background, carefully listening to Kersia as she began to explain the details of the troubles at hand. Though he hadn't expected her to be a Pandaren, it was the mention of the cult that he was more concerned about. A cult that worshiped black dragons? Here? He frowned as Kersia continued her monologue. One would have expected that such a cult would have been wiped out with the destruction of Deathwing, but apparently that wasn't the case. Then again, cults were nothing if not resilient.
When the time came for introductions, he merely folded his arms and leaned back against the wall, choosing to wait for someone else to take the lead while he himself inspected the others in the room. Not much had changed, other than a dwarven warrior had joined the crew, as well as an older night elf. Judging by the blind one's seeming familiarity with Vynianyx, he was guessing there some sort of intimate connection there.
After staring at the two kaldorei for perhaps longer than was polite, he forced his attention back to Kersia. Much to his dismay, no one else seemed to really be responding to the call for introductions. He hesitated a few more moments, trying to piece together the words properly in his head before finally speaking.
"Right, names...mine would be Morician Blackborne," he began, trying his very best to avoid mucking up the introduction. "I guess the main question I have is, what's the plan we're workin' with for rescuin' this Mortre? I assume we're not gonna charge in there just to see what happens." Unwilling to spend a lot of time talking, he fell silent, adjusting his position against the wall slightly as he waited to see what the others would say.
A frown had rested on Tandrina's face as she read the letter she remembered Mortre as one of the individuals who had rescued her from being sacrificed by Tharendir and folded the paper neatly settign it back on Seirus' desk. "Poor dear, Tandrina are you sure you want to go through with this? This mission sounds very dangerous and you've only recently began your lessons with Kalel!" Tandrina gave a nod and a weak smile "Papa please,we went over this I need to go out into the world in order to progress my magic,besides she saved my life it's only fair that I save her now." Seirus couldn't help but sigh and return the weak smile "You're right, I'm sorry sweetheart old habits die hard and I nearly lost you so I can't help but worry,especially since yours and Leon's wedding isn't too far away from now."06/28/2016 12:14 PMPosted by MortreSeeking aide in tracking down kidnapped friend. Her name is Mortre, bronze skinned woman with black hair and golden eyes. Sometimes a dark furred worgen. Usually garbed in purple and black; and wears a gaudy headpiece with dragon horns attached. Any leads or assistance would be greatly appreciated. Please meet me at the inn at Booty Bay. Can talk of coin based rewards in person.
~Kersia
Tandrina grabbed her spellbook and wand adjusting her glasses "I promise I'll be careful papa,let Leon know I'll return to him safely and once this situation has been resolved we can look forward to the sound of wedding bells." She gave her father a hug before walking up to her mechanohog gifted to her by a goblin Seirus hired as her bodyguard, revved the engine and took off down the road refraining from letting out a squeak of surprise from the bike's power. Seirus sighed and closed his eyes as though praying. Stay safe...My little Tandy I hope you and the others you meet are able to rescue that poor woman in time.