"Please, pardon the interruption. Do you know where I might find a tailor? My attire has been quite brutalized." He said, announcing his presence.
"Ger, the Blood Elf. His stance is--" "I know, brother." Gerasaris said out loud. "He's more than he appears to be. Just as I am." Gerasaris sighed, then gestured to Damalys. "Of course, having heard me respond to a ghost out loud, I'm sure you must think me a touch mad... which is correct, just not for that particular reason."
"Ger, are you sure you want to do this? If you're wrong, and he turns out to be less-than-neutral, then there's really not a lot I can do to help-- I mean, just look at how thin his miasma is." Gerasaris nodded. "That's why I'm taking that risk, brother."
Damalys watched as Xiinistera emerged from her void like hiding place into his garage's secret compartment. "Possibly,you alright? That was a rather long pause before you finished your question.."11/03/2018 02:00 AMPosted by Xiinistera“I assume you’ve heard about the prisoners, do you have-” Xiinistera stopped mid sentsence. A guard! A guard stood behind the Steel Maverick! Betrayal! Betrayal! Draw your spear! Attack! Kill him! Xiinistera shook her head, the guard disappeared. She continued. “Do you have some sort of plan?”
He then blinked curiously seeing a nightborne emerge asking something of a tailor "Well...not sure who you are but in terms of a tailor,there's one 2 buildings across from here ran by Rizzo Copperdust. So if I may make query,who are you exactly?" He kept a weary eye on the new stranger as he pulled the repaired helm from the water placing it on the shelf to return it later,and perhaps somehow coax a bit of information about the whereabouts of this prison cart from Rina without blowing his cover. Snytz went through the passageway that took him back to the counter of the repair shop and peered about while thinking of an excuse to buy Damalys time come pick up time for the blood elf client.
“Huh?” Xiinistera paused. Had it really been that long of a pause? She shook her head. There. See. Traitor. Over there. There. Xiinistera looked around. Another elf had appeared. She blinked. Was he really there? Her eyes went wide for a moment. Attack. Attack him. You have to attack him. Kill.
The Steel Maverick began talking to the other elf. Xiinistera shut her eyes and shook her head. She put her hand on her forehead as she resisted the fear that was building in her. He wasn’t an enemy.
She started fidgetting with her fingers as the pair conversed. She didn’t know what the sin’dorei had planned, but she wanted to be a part of it.
Damalys shook his head and while waiting for the nightborne to respond to him, walked up to Xiinistera “The way you were able to trail me so quickly our first encounter shows you’re an expert in subterfuge,I may need your help in intercepting that prison cart once an exact location is known.” He rummaged through his jumpsuit pocket pulling out a small gnomish com device “Here,if you somehow spot this cart coming through these parts before I do,you can use this to contact me and I’ll get to the location as quick as possible,and if the other way around,I’ll contact you and you can join in and let loose any frustrations you may carry on the dirt bags who signed their loyalties willingly to the banshee wench.It also has a built in tracking mechanism so if you ever run into danger,I’ll be able to come find you and help.” He gave a grin “Sound good?” Damalys then made his way to the nightborne handing him a small com device. “Seeing as the cat’s out of the bag you should take one too,this way if you too get caught in such a hellish circumstance,help will be on the way. Their both rigged to resemble a piece of jewelry or some semblance of an accessory so it can hide in plain sight.”
Damalys grabbed the freshly repaired helmet and made his way up one of the secret entry ways “Also,there should be an emergency exit to the left of you,be sure you’re not seen. In the meantime I need to keep up appearances or we’re all screwed.”
Gerasaris nodded to Damalys. “Gerasaris Millioux, my good man.” He answered shortly. After hearing that the man was looking for the selfsame prison cart he was in, he cleared his throat. “Actually… I was on the cart you are referring to. It should be in the Crossroads at this time. I was released from it… perhaps a bit too easily. 'Ware that I might have grown a tail.” Gerasaris warned quietly.
Neran blinked, invisible to the world. He hadn’t thought of that. “Ger, you think that woman might have…?” Gerasaris looked to the ghost of his brother. “You don’t wear armor that vicious without a less-than-noble approach to life.” He said, giving a telling glance to the helmet, one he recognized.
Rina tossed a small bag of gold coins onto the merchant’s desk. “The Horde thanks you for your loyalty.” She said with a soft smirk. She followed the directions of the greedy merchant, so eager to sell out another townsfolk all for the gold. Rina shook her head in disgust for the merchant. “Typical goblin.” She said coming around the corner, face to face with the man she was looking for.
“Hello Devyn. So glad to see you here, didn’t you get reported dead years ago? Yet here you are, alive and well.” Rina said as the elf man was now very noticeably nervous, looking for another way out of the alleyway. A blow to his lower back staggered him as the forsaken rogue came into view. “Sorry Captain, saw you tailing this guy. I followed the target, but lost him in a damned crowd.”
Rina sighed. “We will talk about this later.” She said looking back to Devyn. “So you’ve been going by the name of Hassron here. Terrible name.” She said taking a step closer to the blood elf. He looked up at her as he tried to recompose himself. “Rina… Please…”
Her eyes narrowed. “What? Forgive you? Forget your treason? No…” She turned away for a moment. “Forgive me…” She began. She spun back around, her blade in her hand. Devyn gasped as it pierced his chest. She turned the blade and forced it deeper into his chest cavity. “…but to me you’ve been dead for years.” She ripped her blade from the body and let it lay in the alley, blood gushing from the open wound.
Xiinistera took the device and held it in her hand. She turned it over a few times. Trap. A trap. It will poison your mind. He plays games. Xiinistera shrugged and shook the voices away.
“Your assessment is correct. The void shields me.” Xiinistera spoke as she put the piece on her ear. A void portal opened next to her. She blinked for a moment, staring at it. Vicious beasts burst forth… But they never were there. She shook her head and looked back at the Steel Maverick. “I shall stalk Crossroads for your caravan.” She vanished into the portal, closing it behind her.
Darak instead of leaving the town, he and the forsaken trooper went around asking about a sin’dorei who called himself the maverick steele.
most not giving a single answer, however one appeared brave enough to ask, “What’s in it for me Eh? maybe slide somethin shinny my way too open these lips…”
The trooper exhaled a irritated sigh at request, he began digging into his pockets for anything he might be able too bribe em with.
however, before he could do anything, Darak gripped the goblin by the neck, putting pressure on his neck.
“I loath your kin’s corrupted greed goblin… if you have information, you will tell me now… or i will make you suffer…”
The goblin gasping for air as he is being choked, “O-… okay!” is all he said, Darak loosened his grasp but kept his hand on his neck.
“Okay! … oh geez!”
he takes a minute for a breather, “Alright… i don’t know anything besides the fact that he’s a Elf, but i heard a few people been prying for information! something about a slave cart, kids or something, swear, all i know! besides somethin about a human that’s been takin pot shots at forsaken troops.”
The forsaken trooper crosses his arms, giving off a hum, while Darak himself let’s go of the goblin, the greedy creature runs away from the death knight as fast as he can.
“You seem to know of this…” muttered Darak as he gazed at him, the trooper shrugs slightly, “Yeah we are having a slave cart full of nightborne prisoners, plan to sell em as slaves or experiments or something, though i am amazed how they found out…” he mutters.
“Because you lot know nothing of secrecy obviously, however, these prisoners will be targeted, most likely soon from my guess… however, i can never pass an opportunity to see an elf suffer.”
Darak grabs the trooper by the collar of his gear, “Take me to that caravan…” he let’s go of him and the trooper immediately began dusting himself off, he looked towards the location of the cart.
Shortly arriving by horse back towards the crossroads, he hated seeing orcish buildings… he hated orcs in general, but not as much as an elf, so it was in control.
he spotted the Caravan, dismounting he approaches the guards a hand raised to greet them.
“So these are the prisoners i heard of… they are definitely slightly different than night elves, thinner, more magical… but still vile by appearance.” he mutters to himself as he inspects the cart, focusing his attention on the nightborne one’s while ignoring the other ones.
The trooper himself walks up to the leader of the group, “Yes… umm, we will be joining up with your squad, we have reasons to believe of a threat that maybe attack, and we believe this threat is our target.”
Darak stares at the cage, looking over the nightborne, taking mental notes on there appearance, or intentionally scaring those that look back at him.
Rina walked through Ratchet with her forsaken friend on her flank. She entered the shop finding it seemingly empty out front but that was not surprising. She tapped on the small counter bell. She began to look around. When the young blood elf came out with the helmet she smiled. “It looks great.” She said looking the helmet over. The forsaken seemingly blended into the background. “So have any plans this evening? Or can you buy a girl a drink?” She asked with a grin.
“Well I did promise to pick up some spare parts tonight for our current project…but that isn’t for a while.” Damalys flashed a charming smile to Rina “So consider your request granted,I’ve never been one to be able to turn down a the wants of a beautiful woman.” He gave a playful wink as he offered his hand to her “Shall we? It may not seem like much but the tavern keep down the way knows how to whip up a fine cocktail.” He then walked with her towards the tavern and gave a cordial greeting setting some coin onto the bar “A bourbon for me and anything she wants.”
Damalys waited patiently for the barkeep to work their mixology magic returning with their drinks alst while hoping he could subtly gather information from Rina about the prison wagon that was to depart tonight. “So,tell me a bit about yourself Rina.”
Rina ordered herself a nice drink, as nice as they come in these backwards parts of the world anyway. She looked over to Damalys. “I have to admit I was not expecting to find much when I was assigned to come here. As you can probably tell I am a captain. Before I served the Horde I served Silvermoon, as a priestess then a Blood Knight. I do like to be clear with this. I serve the Horde, but my loyalties are forever with Quel’Thalas.” She said as she took her drink from the waiter.
“Unfortunately I was called from the front lines to deal with a unfortunate situation here. I do not know if you know, but a lunatic called the ‘Steel Maverick’ has been attacking horde caravans nearby. Probably a loon in a cave, but here seemed like a good place to look.” She took another sip of her drink. “I did locate a traitor earlier, but not the one I was looking for. Someone from long ago…” She trailed off clearly becoming unwilling to elaborate. “So what brings a handsome and single elf so far from home?”
Damalys listened to Rina talk a bit about herself and her reasons for being in the Barrens while taking a sip of his bourbon hoping to hear some bit of information he could work with when the time came to re-don his mask and cloak. “Yeah,Silvermoon went through its tough times,I joined the farstriders when I turned 18,received my basic training from a woman by the name of Sandara,that was one woman who could put the fear of god into you if you stepped out of line,I was probably about 21 when Silvermoon City got hit,that was a crap time for everyone. Her daughter’s now in the farstriders kicking a** and taking names all while being a major help in keeping my baby brother out of trouble while I’m away.”
“Unfortunately I was called from the front lines to deal with a unfortunate situation here. I do not know if you know, but a lunatic called the ‘Steel Maverick’ has been attacking horde caravans nearby. Probably a loon in a cave, but here seemed like a good place to look."
He internally smirked taking another drink from his bourbon while nodding to her “Aye,as I’ve said I’ve heard hes been causing quite a bit of a ruckus,he even stole a shipment my boss needed for a commission piece we’ve been tinkering on between jobs and slow days. Hope you’re able to find what you’re looking for,it sounds like the extra work load has kept you away from home for a while.”
“Well,after the scourge invasion happened I was in a coma from a strong blow to the head and was nursed back to health by a traveling shaman who found me and got me to a spot where it wasn’t infested with the Lich King’s ghouls. I awoke after a few months according to her and for a while,had no memory of anything before that. I retrained my body in combat and kept myself busy with books on engineering when not contributing to the efforts in Northrend. It was that day when happening upon an Argent Crusade encampment for a short respite, I got a glance of what looked like my baby brother,Kalithos studying to be in the medical field he recognized me immediately. It took time,but I got my memory back with his help and eventually met the goblin I call my boss and began working with him as an engineer and a mechanic,it’s not Silvermoon City but Ratchet has its charms when you get to know everyone well enough.”
Arriving off the boat from the harbor is a mix of mostly goblins and a few races coming into town, the only thing odd is what appears to be a young human girl, carrying a bag on her back.
She begins walking towards the tavern.
moment she appears in the tavern bartender shouts “Hey! we don’t serve kids!”
the little girl jumps at the comment about her, “I- i’m not- i am just trying too find someone!” he says a bit with nervous at people trying too sound aggressive towards her.
The bartender grumbles and keeps a eye on the kid as she goes looking around, she finds a spot in the center of the room.
“Everyone, umm… can i- umm… please get yer attention! Sorry…” she says nervously, showing she’s not use too such a thing.
“Yes, my name’s Emily Hawkens and i just want to say i am offering a job to help find my dad! i- i got plenty of coin of course, so if anyone is interested at all can you please meet me outside? Sorry again.” she hops down and leaves the tavern, waiting outside, all the while being glared at by the barkeeper.
the barkeep behind the tavern grumbles somethin about how he hates kids or somethin else not heard.
Xiinistera appeared in the shadows on a rooftop in Crossroads. As soon as she stepped through, she nearly screamed. It felt as though someone was trying to pull her back in for a moment, but the feeling passed and she remembered herself. Her panic was still high and had her on alert as she oriented herself to her surroundings. She placed herself in the shadow of the roof as she peered around, looking for the caravan.