The small packet of powder lingered temptingly in Renzly Silvertip’s pocket. The cravings had begun while she was still in Stormwind, but so far she’d resisted them. The numerous headaches, the aching muscles, the nagging feelings of self-doubt…. All that could go away with just one drink, but no. Alcohol had at least helped with similar mind-numbing properties.
It’d been an interesting few weeks since she had killed Crankshaft in Elwynn. She hoped the wolves had made a good meal of the goblin’s body. Stormwind had proven to be a relatively safe place to hide out while the rest of the drugs had cleared her system; she’d even made a friend of sorts. She had less luck with contacting any of Stormwind’s more open-minded citizens, as she was completely in foreign territory. With the holiday long over, a goblin’s presence in the city was becoming more conspicuous. Fortunately the death knight hassling her was more interested in getting rid of her than anything else. He’d removed the Tallowit’s tracking band and let her go free.
She didn’t wait long until taking a strike back against the Tallowits. She was still riding the high of watching the Midnight Lady burn in smoldering flames off the coast of Stranglethorn. Zurom had recommended Ahdes for aiding her revenge, and the rogue had not disappointed, even if she’d been initially perplexed by bringing along that naive goblin mage. Finna Sterling was not going to be pleased by the loss of her favorite ship; Renzly simply wished her aunt could have been aboard while it burned.
Ahdes and Swizelle had taken money and other treasure from the ship as their payment. The only thing Renzly grabbed was some more packets of Vimgo and the officer’s silver earring bearing the Tallowit Consortium’s emblem. Zurom had already helped her recover her father’s notebook and the bit of Tarnik’s horn that had allowed them to capture her and the imp in the first place. Renzly wasn’t sure what she was going to do with the Vimgo, but stashed the drug in a safe place just in case. She had quite a collection of hidden caches around the world, most unreachable without Tarnik’s assistance.
Perhaps just a little bit of Vimgo will get rid of the headaches without the mind haze…
Renzly cringed and squashed that thought down. Every day, her mind and her memories were growing clearer. Even some of the spell-forms her father had laid on her were growing looser; for the first time in years, she’d been able to even talk about the mental restrictions. She couldn’t risk undoing that progress.
Beside her, Tarnik chirped something that sounded concerned.
“I’m fine,” she assured the imp. “Ready to go? Feralas next, I think.”
He bobbed his head in assent while chattering in demonic. He jumped on Renzly’s shoulder and a moment later, she felt the tug through the nether before they reappeared high in the forest of Feralas at a disused camp.
It took about ten minutes to dig up the emergency pack filled with some coin, a few survival supplies, and a change of clothing. There was also a small photo of a dark haired elf; a sudden flash of memory told her the name ‘Adassos.’ One of the people she’d been ordered to forget, apparently. She concentrated on the memories trying to evade her grasp. He was someone she’d trusted well enough to invite to her photo lab. She’d never even taken… taken what’shername there.
Now, Renzly’s home on the outskirts of Bilgewater was long gone. Her lab was burned down months ago and the remains picked over by scavengers. It included the loss of her camera, not that she had much intention of returning to her job at the magazine. Whatever thoughts she’d entertained about settling down and living a quiet life had gone up with smoke along with the lab… and the Midnight Lady… and everything else Renzly intended to bring to ruin.
((I’ve been maintaining a thread on the AAMS’ website about Renzly’s exploits but as more people have gotten involved, figured I’d join the fun here and add to the RP posts ^.^ ))