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Post by Vanaria on Feb 29, 2008 18:27:29 GMT -5
“Run!” Came a voice from behind one of the chasms. Faelina felt no reason to disobey it. She sprinted towards the Dark Portal. The steps were covered in corpses of her fallen comrades.
Demons decorated them as they hacked away at those retreating to the portal. People of every sentient walk of life sprinted to their last hope. Their intentions were to escape Hellfire Peninsula.
Illidan had sent his emissaries to close the final portal. It would only be a matter of minutes before anyone in Outland would be stuck there without a way home.
The Elf sprinted up the steps, ignoring the carnage around her as the demons continued to spread chaos to the hapless refugees. She panted as she ducked under a felguard’s massive swipe. She tried to ignore him, knowing minutes spent fighting would be as bad as a decapitating blow if she wasted time fighting.
Her Lynx had not been as lucky in its escape. The beast had had it’s lower half severed. He cried out to his master in agony, begging for assistance from his loyal companion. Faelina turned around. She paused for a moment and drew her bow. One arrow straight through her pet’s heart was enough to end his suffering. She turned around and continued onward up the steps. Each one felt steeper than the last.
The end was in sight. Dozens of people crowded through the quickly diminishing portal onto their salvation. The other side was almost tangible as Faelina sprinted to it. She reached the portal with hope in her eyes. She could almost see the beautiful trees of Eversong woods and feel the warm fire in her abode. As she ran towards the portal a large gray mass blocked her path. It was a Doomguard.
The creature held a felsword. The Elf’s gaze fixated on it as she drew her two blades. There was no escape. She had to either fight the beast or be stuck in the forsaken wastelands that were Outland. The creature swiped at her in an attempt to make a decapitating blow. Faelina parried and quickly returned the strike. Her sword struck the creature’s chest as swiftly as a serpent.
The monster let out a shriek and slammed its sword down on the figure in front of it. She raised her swords to block. Both held their ground as time froze around them. Faelina looked at the portal and saw it continuing to close. She broke the block and decapitated the Doomguard with a scissors-like motion. It fell to the ground, motionless. Wasting no time, she ran to the portal. It was as big as her fist now. She leaped toward it. Hope was almost in sight.
She landed hard on the ground…still in Hellfire Peninsula. Her heart froze. She was in the same place as before only now the demons were much more apparent. Survival was the first thing to come to mind. She drew her bow and steadied herself, letting it fly to the first demon that caught her eye. She looked around at the carnage to find others that had been stuck in Outland with her.
Faelina felt fear for the first time in a long while. She was trapped with demons breathing down her neck. It would be a hopeless battle if she didn’t find relative safety soon. The demons continued their ascent towards the few remaining soldiers. Bloodlust filled their eyes.
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Post by kaioon on Mar 3, 2008 0:15:47 GMT -5
Kaioon gazed down grimly upon the chaos raging below her. The stair of destiny was over run. Blood-freezing screams issued fourth from the dying and the panicked as both Horde and Alliance ranks broke. Survivors of all mortal races turned and fled for the portal; Their last hope at salvation, lest they be stranded forever in the hells of Outland.
“They’re closing tha portal!” Her wing-man called out over the rushing wind and the sounds of the massacre below. He pointed to a group of Shivara priestess. They chanted as they cast their fel-magic. The neon green gateway to Azeroth shimmered and waned. Whatever enchantments that animated it where clearly being drained!
“I won’t be stuck ‘ere forever! Not like them fools at Honor Hold!” The dwarf chomped his cigar as he spurred his purple Eather-Ray. The fungoid creature screeched as he and several others broke battle formation and dove directly towards the portal. The fleeing air-men where met with a hail of arrows and bolts of fel-fire, they plummeted from the sky and crashed into the melee below.
“Curse Illidan for this treachery!” She spat, as though that name itself carried some horrible taste.
“By the Light! The Skyguard will not see this portal closed!” She stood in her stirrups, rallying what few pilots remained behind her. In bombing formation they dove at the Shivara.....The bombs struck a magical barrier. It shimmered and sparked under the pressure of the explosions, the demonesses beneath it safely continued their chanting. The offensive was brave yet hopeless.
“We’re too late, Ace!” Telkaan shouted to her, pulling along side her as he returned from a bombing dive. He motioned to the portal. Kaioon’s heart sank as the green glow faded from the mighty doorway. The survivors at its foot where now stranded.
“We will not lay them bare to their fate. Go in low, grab as many survivors as your ray can carry! We fall back to Shattrath!” She spurred her Ray hard, the cantankerous creature screamed but obeyed.
Diving beneath the cloud cover and pillars of smoke, Kaioon’s ray flew to the ground like an arrow, coming to a hover just above the blood-stained masonry of The Stair. She thrust her hand out to the nearest survivor.
“With me! Hurry! We must be off!”
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Post by Firstt on Mar 3, 2008 0:45:24 GMT -5
Firstt looked upon the mass of Demons at the Dark Portal. He felt something, something... differant. Emotion the one time he's EVER felt emotion... He wasn't going to be stuck in Outlands, never would he be stuck. He may be Forsaken... but he wasn't going to be stuck here...
Firstt patted Selrida. "Well my dear. It seems this may be our last stand. Or perhaps, one of our many stands. Are ya ready? Selrida nodded curtly and smiled. "Yes Master. I am ready." She'd say in her 'cute' voice. So, he nodded and rode towards the mass of demons, not sure if the Portal had been closed yet. Him being an extremely powerful Warlock, had an ability to summon 10 demons, although weaker we're still a force to be reckoned with, since they were backed by him. 10 Doomguards, the most powerful demon a Warlock had ever summoned. He had pushed himself to summon these.
As Firstt approached the flank of the Demons he quickly began to send out his Seed of Corruptions, making sure to put all of them on differant targets, to hit everything so many times. Once again, he felt something new. The Light. The Light had forsaken him, he thought... but it didn't. He felt it empowering him, driving him to go on. He shouted a warcry, no other Forsaken had cried. "For the Titans!"
As he shouted this, several of the back demons turned around and growled. Advancing as they clashed with his Doomguards. All the doomguards had to do, was hold them. He had put Shadow Wards upon them, to protect them. Just then, in a massive BOOM! A bit of the Stairs of Destiny exploded, along with many of the demons. Just from so many Seed of Corruptions, all of which went off at once.
He nodded, although he looked at the portal, it was fading... He couldn't fight through all those demons to get there... He sighed, looking over at Selrida. "Well m'dear. It seems we've losted.. Ah well. Lets make a stand shall we?" Selrida smiled, nodding again. He and his Doomguards, aswell as Selrida charged. Him swinging his Spellblade, Malczam, and the demons swinging their battle axes and whips, every now and again, Firstt would cast Shadowfury, or buffing his pets with a Shadow Ward.
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Post by Vanaria on Mar 3, 2008 23:43:46 GMT -5
Faelina pulled her blades from another felguard, adding to her growing number of corpses. Half a dozen demonic corpses laid sprawled on the stairs, slowing but not halting the continuing wave. Sweat trickled down her face. She knew the next wave would be her last. "If you sons of *****es want my blood, your going to have to work for it!" She shouted as two more felguards made their way past the barricade of bodies.
Her bow was at her feet and her adrenaline was coursing through her veins. She was ready to die heroically. At least I died with a clean slate.
The felguard brought his blade down. Faelina dodged and dug her blades into his chest. Kicking the massive grey block of flesh off her blades, she turned to the other demon, but was too late. His blade stabbed deep into her shoulder as she tried to dodge.
She spilled to the ground, fumbling for her bow, grimly grateful that demons enjoyed and watching their prey suffer before the final blow. With the fluid motion of a snake, she drew it and let an arrow fly into the felguard's chest.
She laid motionless, until a voice called out. “With me! Hurry! We must be off!” "I'm here! Please don't leave me!" She called back, unsure if anyone heard.
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Post by kaioon on Mar 4, 2008 0:23:03 GMT -5
"I'm here! Please don't leave me!" A faint voice cried out, barely distinguishable over the din of battle and the clashing of swords. A prone figure of an elf lay at the foot of the stairs, her bow lay at her feet. Demons now closed ranks from all directions. Pensively, Kaioon’s Eather-ray chomped at it’s bit, anxious to be safely air-born once again.
Kaioon bared her teeth as she reached back, grasping a mighty axe strapped to her saddle. With a furious kick of her hooves, the draenei rider sprung from the back of her steed. Axe held high above her head, a bellowing war-cry issued from her mouth.
“Fetavie Aka-hatchi!” The line from an ancient Argus war-song cut the air like a crack of thunder. The demons gathering at the elf’s body staggered in shock as the draenei slammed the nearest one with a shoulder-charge. Toppling the fel creature, sending it reeling down the blood-soaked stairway.
With an arching cleave her axe, she hewed the sword arm of the next beguiled fel-guard. The weapon and the severed appendage clattered harmlessly to the floor as the demon howled in pain and fury. The fountain of black gore that hissed from the wounded demon washed both rider and fallen archer in a sticky coating of dark blood.
Taking advantage of the confusion, Kaioon reached down harshly and jerked the elf off the ground, draping the body over her shoulder. Kaioon tried her best at holding the body in place, despite the slick blood-soaked armor that clad her shoulders.
“Was she conscious ? No time to check!” Kaioon thought, deftly dodging a raking claw from the flailing demon. The others gathered closer now, as their crippled comrade slowly sank to the masonry, black blood still leaking from its cloven arm.
Taking one small leap back before turning and breaking to a full run, Kaioon dashed desperately towards the ray that she hoped was still there. Though she had only been on the ground for seconds, there’s no saying if the flighty animal would remain where she left it.
“Praise The Light.” She gasped as she loaded her living cargo into the saddle before leaping into the stirrups herself. With a powerful slap from the flat of her axe, she spurred the creature sky-wards.
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Post by Firstt on Mar 4, 2008 15:16:37 GMT -5
Firstt growled as he saw a Nether Ray go off, it had a Draenei and a Blood elf it looked like on it. He realized there wasn't going to be an escape. So he let his last Doom Guard die, sent Selrida back to the Nether and then disappered. Using his hearthstone to get back to the City of Light.
He growled, now in Aldor Rise. "I can't believe this. Illidan, that IDIOT! Why in the Titan's name would he DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS???"
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Post by Vanaria on Mar 6, 2008 0:24:53 GMT -5
Faelina's vision smeared with the blood. "Anar'alah belore; there's just too many." She said drearily. The abominations below her cackled madly at their prey. She glared coldly at the creatures she had hoped to siphon not three hours ago. Now they all looked like one giant terrifying entity, with no separate pieces. Damn I must have, what did the humans term it, shell shock?
The closest of the monsters made its way up the stairs. It gave a confident expression, until a large, purple mass hacked it into two. The stunning action caused the other demons to waver for a brief moment. The blurred mass helped Faelina up, guiding her to another blurred mass. The creatures hide felt foreign to the huntress. "Thank you." The elf breathed in thalassian. "Illidan, that Kim'jael will regret damning us here." It never occurred to her that her rescuer might not understand thalassian.
The two were off, soaring out of reach of claws and weapons in seconds. Faelina tried not to look down, knowing that she would only spot corpses to be. Instinctively, she took out a bandage and began wrapping her shoulder. "Where are taking me?" She asked bluntly, this time in common.
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Post by kaioon on Mar 6, 2008 1:29:56 GMT -5
"Where are you taking me?"
Kaioon sighed silently in relief, her rescued passenger was indeed alive, though her faint voice was barely intelligible over the whipping howl of the winds. The draenei did not respond as she silently scanned the aft horizon for any of her comrades that may also be escaping the slaughter. Her brows furrowed, searching in vain for even one of her friends riding to safety. It was not to be.
“Dyoniss Aka, My brothers.” Her solemn whisper was immediately swallowed by the merciless roar of the winds.
The wind howled, as though it sought to fill the silence left by the stoic rider. Her ears twitched as she detected movement from the figure seated behind her.
“Do not move.” She shouted over her shoulder, her voice dulled by loss. “You are badly wounded, and will need the aid of a skilled priest.” Kaioon tugged the reigns and spurred her Ray, imploring it to travel with all speed..
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Post by Vanaria on Mar 7, 2008 1:32:13 GMT -5
Priest? Draenei? A trap. Faelina struggled to move her injured arm into a comfortable position. "I don't need your people's help. I don't need anyone! All I need is a quiver and my...pet." Faelina trailed off. She had neither now. Both of her prized objects had been replaced by a deep gash. The realization was more painful than the wound.
Blood loss was starting to play tricks on the huntress' mind. She felt light headed and weak. Combined with the fact that she had never flown before, she was hit with a strange sensation of unease. She tied her bandage tighter over her jade leather vest. She would have to trust the Draenei until they reached wherever it was they were going. "Anu belore dela'na" She reassured herself.
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Post by kaioon on Mar 7, 2008 2:41:21 GMT -5
Kaioon gazed down upon the expanse of Razerthorn that choked the landscape marking the boarder-lands between Hellfire Peninsula and the forest Terrokar. The Rider cautiously slowed her ray, all too aware of the nether-borne landmasses that floated freely so close to the shattered edge of the broken world of Dreanor. The massive earthen obstacles rotated and revolved on a thousand chaotic orbits, impossible to predict and difficult to avoid. They presented a deadly hazzard to novices and the careless.
"I don't need your people's help. I don't need anyone! All I need is a quiver and my...pet."
The elf’s protests fell on deaf ears as Kaioon veered slightly to avoid yet another wandering boulder-sized chunk of terrain. She gently patted the ray’s head and whispered words of assurance to it; the vile fungoid creature showed no visible response to the tender words.
The Razorthorn bramble below slowly gave way to the towering trees of Terrokar with their luminescent fruit glittering like a thousand stars amongst the shadows. Like a beacon on the far horizon was the pillar of holy light that marked the city of Shattrath. It shone like the sun amongst this otherworldly forest of stars. The perpetual grey cloud cover over the forest hung low as the hellish winds of the peninsula quickly gave way to calmer skies.
Kaioon’s heart lightened momentarily at the warming sight of the “City of the Light”. So long as its beacon shone into the heavens, blessed A’dal still remained enthroned within. With the wisdom of the Sha’tar would foil any of The Betrayer’s plans. Kaioon was sure of it.
“We fly to the Aldor Rise. It is a holy place... The priestess there will heal your injuries.” She addressed her passenger.“If you remain still and refrain from aggravating your wounds, you may yet survive. We will arrive within the hour.”
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Post by Firstt on Mar 7, 2008 8:36:58 GMT -5
Beginning to slowly realize, that the Aldor rise Guards, knew his Scryer Bloodgem around his neck, began to advance. He sighed. "Bloody hell..."
Putting his hand to his forehead as the Guards reached him, they began questioning him as to why he was on Aldor Rise, and if he was a spy sent to kill the High Priestess. A few patrons of the Aldor gathered, watching as he argued with the Guards.
"What? Big deal! I happened to screw up my teleportation spell! BIG DEAL! I'm a WARLOCK, I'm not trained in portal magics, you bloody goat!"
Continue his bombardment of Insults and keeping up his end of the argument, it turned into a bloody battle of words.
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Post by Vanaria on Mar 8, 2008 20:40:24 GMT -5
The city lights of Shattrath stabbed through the growing darkness of Outland. Guards were scurrying to and fro, preparing. Illidan had secured the Dark Portal. His next move was obvious. A'dal had no intention of letting anyone of his citizens die by the hands of a madman and his crazed pack of demons.
Faelina's heart lightened at the sight of other refugees who had made it out of Hellfire Peninsula. She gave a comforted sigh. She didn't care so much about the refugees but more what the represented, hope.
The refugees were getting larger as Faelina grew more and more dizzy. Several of the Aldor guards were eying the huntress from their posts. "I don't suppose your people have any magic." She grumbled. If not, the Scryers would offer her some.
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Post by kaioon on Mar 9, 2008 2:47:03 GMT -5
Kaioon reigned her Nether Ray to a halt on the tan and crystal blue masonry of Aldor Rise. The normally tranquil sanctuary of the Aldor was now a buzz with activity as soldiers and civilians alike rushed too and fro in preparation of the storm that was surely coming.
From the disorder stepped a large male Draenei clad simply in brown leathers and green felt cloth. The bright blue male walked confidently up to the Ray as it chomped its bit. Placing one hand on the creatures head to steady it, he looked up at Kaioon, a warm smile spread across his lips.
"You are safe. We all worried so." He said plainly, offering her his free hand.
"Chronokai Kristor, You have no need to fret over my safety, Zoya." She replied plainly, taking his arm and dismounting the animal, leaping gracefully out of the saddle.
The blue male frowned; clearly not satisfied. . "This animal is untrustworthy. Next time I will fly out with you." The ray bucked and hissed, as though it understood the insult. The wounded elf was jostled in the saddle wildly.
"Ishta! Easy Heldring!" With that stern command from its master, the fungoid settled slowly to the ground. Its luminous eyes closed.
"We have wounded, Zoya." Kaioon announced, suddenly remembering her passenger. “Will you fetch a priestess?”
"You will be hard pressed to find one. The Aldor gather with A'dal in the city's heart. News of the Portal's closing has reached Shattrath quickly. The Aldor and Scryer forces have assembled."
"What of the Skyguard?" Kaioon inquired, her hand on her hip.
"They rally at Blackwind Landing." Zoya replied flatly as he walked over to the wounded elf, offering her his arm to aid her out of the saddle. "Illidan's forces have massed at The Stair of Destiny. It is rumored that the whole of Karabor is emptied...The Betrayer himself is said to be staying at the Hellfire Ramparts...
“And of the Dragonmaw?” Kaioon tilted her head with interest.
“My brothers inform me that all of The Ledge has been mobilized. The Fel-Orc riders could attack at any moment.
" Zoya...See to our Elf. Then together we fly to Blackwind Landing. Make ready our supplies." Kaioon turned on her hoof, within moments she disappeared into the chaos of Aldor Rise.
A malicious grin spread across Zoya’s face, exposing rows of filed teeth. “Yes. I will do just that!” He threw his head back and let loose a hearty laugh.
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Post by Vanaria on Mar 10, 2008 19:25:34 GMT -5
Faelina jerked on her saddle as the Draenei calmed the nether ray. She cursed under her breath in Thalassian, wishing she had bothered to learn the Draenei language. It was all she could do not to demand to know what they were saying.
The Draenei that had rescued her ran off into the the crowd, leaving Faelina to her own devices. The male shouted something back as she left.
Faelina slid off the nether ray with ease. The beast was rather tame compared to most life in Outland. She was about to ask if he spoke common, when the sight of an undead struggling with guards caught her eye. She ignored the man and charged towards the guards. "Stop! What are you doing to that refugee?" She demanded to know.
(sorry Kai, I'll edit if they were speaking common).
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Post by Firstt on Mar 12, 2008 14:44:23 GMT -5
The Forsaken looked at an elf, who was infact running towards him. "Eh? Girl, you're hurt, get the hells away from here, the Guards are angry that I'm with the Scryers. Its being handled."
The Guards nodded at the Forsaken, as they walked off, the Forsaken running towards the elf. "You shouldn't be running, I saw you get hurt at the fight. You shouldn't be moving." He wrapped an arm around her, to keep her stable, seeing some of her wounds. "Selrida! Grisha gahz vok!" Yelling in Demonic as his Succubus appeared, again arguing with him in demonic as he yelled something, she helped the elf aswell.
"Sorry about the arguing, I have a nack to piss people off.."
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Post by Vanaria on Mar 13, 2008 0:07:15 GMT -5
Faelina struggled against the aid, but was too weak from blood loss to put up a fight. "I'm fine." She said weakly. All of her strength had been sucked out of her, leaving her as helpless as a child. She saw hallucinations, family members walking by. A furry mass that was once her pet rubbed her hand, demanding attention. She snapped back to consciousness as a Succubus helped steady the Elf.
"Sorry about the arguing, I have a nack to piss people off.." "It's understandable, given your line of work." Faelina replied. The huntress tried to loosen the Succubus' grip.
"I appreciate the help, but I'm alright. I just need some magic and a new bow and I'll be fine."She said, almost jerking her injured arm loose.
The sound of marching could be heard far off. Soldiers were being mobilized, prepared to deal with Illidan. I should be with them
"To all able bodied denizens of Shattrath City." A Draenei called. He wore he decorated armor of an officer. "The Sha'tar request your aid for defense against the Betrayer. Those who are willing and able should report to Mi'xi at the heart of the city. The naruu will reward those who aid them in battle."
The officer repeated the message several times before continuing off to his next task. Faelina's lustrous eye gazed intently on what she had to do. "It was nice to see I could be of aid, but now I must be off." She clamored.
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Post by Firstt on Mar 13, 2008 0:47:05 GMT -5
"Hah, you're not going anywhere beautiful." He laughed, making sure not to let her go. He yelled out, in broken common since he was in Aldor Rise. "Need a healer over here!"
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Post by Vanaria on Mar 16, 2008 0:54:04 GMT -5
Faelina's poor attempts to free herself only forced her to lean heavily on the forsaken. The feel of undead flesh was not a pleasant one, even in her delirious state. Without even realizing it, Faelina was beginning to drain some of the forsaken's magic for sustenance. she caught herself, grimacing at her own fatigue. "Sorry, It's an elf thing." She said apologetically.
A Draenei priest pushed his way through the crowds. His eyes eager to perform a selfless act, even if it was for a Blood Elf. He began chanting delicately, waving his holy staff above his head. Faelina cursed again in Thalassian. this would make it to Draeneis that she owed her life two. It was almost too much to bear for the anomic huntress.
"This won't take long, provided you hold still." The priest said in accented common.
"Just get it over with." Faelina grumbled, not realizing she had slipped back into Thalassian.
Lacerations began to mend, fractured bones were kneaded and torn flesh began to heal as the priest work scrupulously on Faelina's shoulder. Within moment's, the badly damaged limb was healed. The pinkish flesh showed no signs of previous wear, save for the torn leather that surrounded it.
"It would be wise to rest for awhile and let the muscle recover itself." Commented the Draenei.
"No time, I must be off to assist the Scryvers in preparing their forces. Perhaps you can lead me through this crowd, warlock." replied Faelina.
Truth be told, some horde company did help the Elf in a predominately Draenei city. She leaned against the Succubus, still weak from the blood loss.
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Post by Firstt on Mar 16, 2008 5:27:49 GMT -5
Firstt twitched a bit from the sudden loss of magic, but he didn't seem to mind. Hearing chanting and seeing a staff being waved, he stopped as a Draenei came forward, healing the elf's bones and wounds. He nodded, as she asked him to help her to the Scryer tier.
"Of course, my dear. You can drain my magic if you wish, I have far too much as it is. If you didn't notice, I am Firstt. High Warlock of Undercity. So, you can imagine I have no problems with my magic."
The Succubus didn't like an ELF leaning on her, but she allowed it, for her Master's sake as they went to the lift that went up and down from the Aldor tier. Getting upon the Lift, it went down as they walked through the city of Light, towards the Scryer tier rather quickly.
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Post by Vanaria on Mar 24, 2008 17:40:14 GMT -5
"Of course, my dear. You can drain my magic if you wish, I have far too much as it is. If you didn't notice, I am Firstt. High Warlock of Undercity. So, you can imagine I have no problems with my magic." "I appreciate the liberty, but self control is what separates me from the wretched. As for myself, I am Lieutenant Faelina Temperdawn of the Farstriders. I was here to hunt some wild prey, but now it seems I've been conscripted."
The demon and her master led the weak Elf to the Scryer's tier, which was just as panicked and chaotic as it's Aldor counterpart. Elven warriors, rangers and war mages were gearing up for what could be their last battle if they failed to push Illidan to his temple. None showed fear. After the fall of Silvermoon to Arthas, few Blood Elves refused to give into fear ever again, among them Faelina.
"Stop here for a minute." The elf commanded. She walked over to an innocent looking booth being maintained by a young Elf boy. "Sinu a'manore, sister of the blood. How may I aid you today?"
Faelina produced several gold coins. "I require a few arcane crystals, child. Nothing fel, mind you." She shoot a glance at the warlock. She meant no offense, but she had seen far too many of her comrades go insane from simply drinking demon blood.
"Here you are." The boy said as he slid her the crystals and change. Faelina slid both into her pack as she walked away from the booth. "Al diel shala" The boy called back.
Once she was out of sight from the child, she hungrily drained one of shards, taking pleasure in gorging it's magical contents. "We may continue now." She said to the warlock, feeling stronger by the second. The Elf stepped onto the elevator leading to the Hub of the tier.
What sounded like thunder could be heard in the distance. The Illdari were advancing. "We had better hurry and meet with Voren'thal before it's too late. Illidan won't be long now."
A large boulder burning green with fel fires slammed into what used to be the young boy's booth. Once the dust settled, an infernal formed, initiating the siege. "The first wave has arrived! Hold your ground!" Shouted one of the soldiers. Faelina cursed under her breath as the elevator ascended. It won't be long now indeed.
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