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Post by Vanaria on Feb 25, 2008 2:07:41 GMT -5
An inviting wind blew through the forests of the Eversong woods. On the path to FairBreeze village trudged a lone High Elf with a nervous tension in her eyes.
Vanaria, a meek elf who had been chased, threatened and nearly killed by the Blood Elves was responding to a summons made out to 'all of the sin'dorei's long suffering cousins'. The meek elf nearly burst into tears when she had received the letter. This is a trap. They're just luring me here so they can corrupt me. The girl thought to herself as she walked, taking more and more effort to continue north.
At least she was prepared for danger this time around. At least she had arcane crystals to sate her hunger. At least she had learned some new spells from her mentor. At least she had a wand. At least, at least; it seemed like the fabric of her being was comprised of those two words.
Something was different, had been different about the frail elf as of late. The one constant in her life had always been her addiction to magic. No matter where she went or how often she meditated, there was always a hunger for magic, always a hunger to follow the path of her corrupt kinsmen.
Now, as she neared her old homeland, the hunger was weakening, starving as it had starved her over the years. "I must be hallucinating" She told herself, "The only thing that could reverse this pain, the only hope that any Elf would ever be rid of their addictions again was if the Sunwell was restored."
Fairbreeze Village had come within sight. The guards could now see the meager Elf and carry out the orders they had been given regarding High Elves. They would charge her, consume her magic so she couldn't fight them off, and then carry her to Silvermoon for 'reeducation'.
"I'm not afraid. I can do this." The Elf said as she gazed at the small village. People traveled to and fro each building, going about their lives despite the sight of the Elf. "I can do this." Vanaria repeated with a less convincing tone.
As she neared the village, the summons clenched tightly in her hand, she was grabbed. Vanaria struggled to break free from her captor's hold but the arms were not the arms of spell breakers. They were not cold and punishing but warm and inviting, as if a long lost family member had come home.
A female Blood Elf dressed in a formal party gown hugged Vanaria warmly. "Rejoice, sister!" She cheered "For our struggles are at an end. The SunWell has been rejuvenated!"
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Post by shatterlune on Feb 25, 2008 23:39:18 GMT -5
((bumping a relevant thread.. whenever is possible admin should delete the crap lol))
Ryette approached the joyous pair, and thumped Vanaria on the back, as a soldier might congratulate another. Her easy stance, battered mace, and the red rust stains on her white robe all attested to the fact that this was a warrior priest - someone used to dishing out damage and taking blows.
"I'm a medic, ladies. Jus' got me bruised old self back from the front in the Ghostlan's. And I find out that the Sunwell been restored. I don' have to work no mo'." The soldier spoke with the careless syntax of one who has become wise through battle- one who has learned that speakin' fancy matters little when your life is on the line.
((where is this going to go? any plot ideas I should play along with?))
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Post by Vanaria on Feb 26, 2008 1:19:41 GMT -5
((Ty, glad to see my thread wont die . Right now the plot is pretty much the Blood elves want the high elves back, but can a simple apology make up for half a decade of prejudice and oppression? For how you play along...well, it depends on how your character feels about High elves and Kael'thas.)) This had to be a trap, an elaborate trap set by the Blood Elves to trap as many High Elves as they could. Unite or die was the only choices Vanaria had received for the past four years. What made now so forgivable? The frail Elf forced a smile as a soldier patted her on the back. She had to ask. "How, how was the sunwell reborn?" Her tone showed an ample amount of fear. The woman that had hugged her gave a meek smile. She sensed Vanaria's discomfort and responded calmly, "Our beloved prince is responsible. He removed the taint from the well and now offers forgiveness to all High Elves that had doubted him." Forgiveness?! After everything we've had to endure from his 'policies', he forgives us?!Never the less there were already several High Elves already at the village. A table had been set out with elegant food, Blood Thistle and fine wine. Long hostile cousins were basking in each others company, but several Elves, Vanaria included, didn't like the situation. There was a musty ambiance that lined the festivities of the welcoming celebration. "Please, help yourselves," The woman was addressing both Vanaria and the medic that had patted the frail elf. She gestured at the large, elegant table. There was something crooked about her smile... Vanaria sighed. If it was a trap, she had wandered too far to avoid it now. She turned to the soldier. Her armor was an intimidating sight in the eyes of the meager elf. "Perhaps you'd like to share a drink while we wait for the main festivities to kick off?"
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Post by Van'nal on Feb 26, 2008 15:11:12 GMT -5
Van'nal grumbled as he sat away from many of the others. He detested the Blood Elves, his own people, to enough of an extent that he wished the corruption had never touched him and he had been a High Elf still. There was also the fact that the strange coloration of his body, the problem of a magical malady, made many mistake him for one of the Wretched, though he still walked with that arrogant and proud posture most Blood Elves did. He really hated that fact.
Looking toward the table of food and water he sniffed some, Might as well eat, not like I got many meals in a day. He thought grudgingly, standing and shuffling over. A few turned away from his approach, he didn't even notice it, used to the treatment. Grabbing a mug of wine he felt the slight warmth to it instantly disapate, drinking the cold wine he gave a small shrug and a smile, tasted better cold.
He picked at a few more pieces of food and looked around the rest of the area quietly. Mostly there were Blood Elves, he saw a few High Elves but not many. He looked ahead and saw two women, one of them a High Elf, walking toward the table, Can't wait to see how a High Elf reacts to me.
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Post by shatterlune on Feb 26, 2008 17:39:42 GMT -5
((Ryette is extremely sensitive and easily addicted to all 'drugs' i.e. alcohol, blood thistle, etc.. so she stays far far away from all of them. Naturally, she's suspicious of anyone who offers her those things.))
Ryette inclined her head a fraction of a degree, her eyes narrowing. "I-I don't really like wine," she said lightly. "But I'm hungry."
The priest's speech patterns seemed to be adjusting rather rapidly to the more cultured accents of those around her. "Let's get us some grub."
Ryette strode briskly over to the table laden with food, picking up a plate and loading it with the fare of the blood elves - crispy meats cooked in pale sauces, vegetables stewed briefly and spiced expertly, loads of fresh fruit cut almost artistically, and pieces of pale soft bread. She bumped into Van'nal accidentally, and cursed automatically. Blushing slightly, the blood elf moved away.
"Yer a cold one, darl," she noted bluntly, slipping back into soldier-speak, something she seemed to do when disconcerted. "Wot's with ye? Got some sort of sickness? I got cures and can prolly spell everything up to a high fever offa ye."
Ryette exchanged a sheepish glance with Vanaria, as if seeking her input. "Wotcha think's wrong with th' lad?" she hissed under her breath. Unfortunately, the medic was tactless. Her whisper was audible to everyone. Party-goers started to turn and stare at Van'nal.
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Post by Van'nal on Feb 26, 2008 17:52:21 GMT -5
Van'nal's cheeks colored more than even he would think possible at the stares and cleared his throat some. "Th-thank you but I am quite fine miss." He murmured almost a barely audible whisper, "Now if you'll excuse me." He said trying to shuffle away from the loud battle priestess. He started off and stopped, cursing vividly as he remember he left his food back at the buffet table. Marching back he took the plate and sighed, "besides I have been cured more times than forty years worth of leather in a tannery." He murmured, it was not the truth having guessed the problem to be a matter of his unstable control over magical frost.
"I thank you for the offer though, it was a very kind thing to offer me, such kindness I am not used to among our people." He gave a slightly shaking bow and turned to leave again. He still felt staring eyes and heard an occassional snicker.
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Post by mammona on Feb 26, 2008 22:32:53 GMT -5
A lone figure sat at a dark corner, watching the proceedings unfold before him like some obscure presentation. Varindar stood with red-sleeved arem crossed over a slender chest. The sleeves formed part of a sweeping red robe, with gold trim sewn into the sleeves and neck. A golden cord was cinched around a narrow waist, beneath which the fabric of the robe concealed long legs. The sin'dorei shook his head slightly, in a gesture of bemusement at the rather tactless comment made by the warrior-priest. Shiny back hair moved with the motion, rustling slightly in concert with the robe.
Varindar was a researcher, and his current project had caused him no end of disappointment. Through the use of science and alchemy, he had attempted to find a chemical means of ending the magical addiction that plagued his kind. So far, he had been successful in alleviating the tugging urge for only a few minutes, before it came back again in full-force. Eventually, he began to dsespair, until he began to examine the histoy of his race. It soon became clear that the answer lay with the high-elves. Somewhere along the course of our development, we ceased to be our own people, and became addicted. If I can recreate that moment...
However, Varindar needed a high-elf before he could continue with his next stage of research. It was a simple few tests, which caused not pain of all. However, finding a high-elf willing to subject himself to them was proving most difficult.
Which was why, as he sat in his corner, nursing a glass of wine, he found the assembled high-elves so interesting.
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Post by shatterlune on Feb 26, 2008 22:57:07 GMT -5
Ryette nodded immodestly. "Ye, I'm purty soft-hearted for a soljar, ent I?"
She motioned for the frost mage to wait a moment. "I got jest the thing," she said loudly, unfortunately drawing more attention to the scene. She pulled out a strange reddish herb.
"This 'ere is fire-root, goo' fer if yer cold in bed an' kent please yer lady. One feller I rem’ber took it and his dearie left ‘im the nex’ day. Betcha she was fine wit’ the former state o’ things." she practically shouted. Laughter now. Ryette appeared to be oblivious to the scene she was making. Shoving the herb into Van’nal’s slack grip, the medic headed off to a table. She sat down and ate loudly, smacking her lips and placing her elbows firmly on the table.
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Post by Patsee on Feb 26, 2008 23:48:21 GMT -5
Shade Voc'zaco, a sin'dorei Rogue, made his way through the city with curiosity. Lately he has heard rumors about his 'prince' and the Blood Knights, so he had to see for himself. As he paced his way, he felt completely out of place, even though he is a blood elf. He has come back from the Barrens in Kalimdor, wearing a leather vest, armbands, gloves, trousers, and boots, all with fur outlining the edges. By the stitching, they were handmade professionally. One look at him compared to everyone else, they would think that he was raised in the tribal wild.
Shade hated the idea of comming back here after the way the blood knights have treated him in the past. Because of them, he was forced to live outside of the city. But now that he was back, there were alot more High Elves here. By the commotion, it seems that the Sunwell has been rejuvenated. Now that opened his eyes. The last time he talked about the Sunwell was when he heard that some of the last of the Sunwell's power was incased in 'Sunwell rings'. If he was to find one of them, his hunger for magic would be a thing in the past, and he would no longer suffer from withdrawls. Now the Sunwell is back? The idea just sounded too good to be true.
He made his way inside the Inn and saw how crowded it is. Deciding to eat light, he meerly took a small amount of fruit and a cup of blood thistle. Keeping out of the crowd, he went to a chair in the corner to finish his small meal. "I wonder," he asked himself, "...are we all on the same side, or are the High elves merely being used for an unknown purpose?"
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Post by Vanaria on Feb 26, 2008 23:57:28 GMT -5
"I-I don't really like wine," she said lightly. "But I'm hungry." Vanaria nodded meekly. She had never been a heavy drinker herself. Alcohol was better left to the dwarves, as the saying goes. Still, it was a celebration. Something had to be consumed in honor of the well. Vanaria followed behind the soldier, eying any signs of a trap or fel magics in the area.
The spread was gorgeous. When she got to the deserts, she noticed the the soldier bump what looked like a frozen Blood Elf. A wretched?, Vanaria thought, but didn't say out of politeness. The soldier offered to heal him, but the Blood elf refused. Vanaria gave the Elf an uncomfortable glance, and then tried to refocus on the variety of cakes that had been set out. Her attention was pulled back to the blue Elf as the soldier spoke loudly and boldly about some plant that could cure him. The frail Elf couldn't understand a word she was saying. "Maybe we should leave him be" She mumbled under her breath.
The soldier had drawn unwanted eyes to her. Several of the more formal party goers stared in confusion at the scene. Vanaria took a step back, instinctively avoiding the center of attention. As she retreated, she tripped over a small basket. Her foot knocked over the basket, spilling out several fel crystals for everyone to see...
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Post by Patsee on Feb 27, 2008 0:18:18 GMT -5
Shade, being as clever as a fox, raised up from his seat and kneeled down to helped Vanaria. Making sure nobody was looking directly at him, he quickly swiped up a few of the fel crystals that were scattered.
"It's not easy to get around a thick crowd like this." he spoke casually as he helped Vanaria up to her feet.
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Post by shatterlune on Feb 27, 2008 0:32:22 GMT -5
((just in case ya'll have the impression that ryette is an imbecile...most of it is an act; she's nervous so her grammar - and articulation fail. Let’s just say she’s uncomfortable around cultured company…she CAN speak properly around people she feels comfortable with... heh))
Ryette, already done with her plate of food, burped loudly. A few diners sitting by her shifted away, eyeing her with varying degrees of disgust. "Wotchar lookin' shivved up for?" she demanded rhetorically, leaving the table in a huff.
The medic approached the food tables again, gnawing half-heartedly on an apple. “You alright, darls? Never caught your names, both of you,” she stated, jerking a thumb at Shade and Vanaria.
“Call me Ryette, but my tights ((friends, not article of clothing…yeah, Ryette has a lot of idiosyncratic phrases..slang sorta stuff)) call me Rye. And I figure ya’ll are gonna be my tights, aren’t ya?” As a gesture of goodwill, the priest waved one of her hands oddly. A burst of light descended on the two others.
“Gave you both some more fortitude…ye can take a few more hits now,” she announced, grinning.
((Let’s have this dissolve into some exciting combat sometime…?))
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Post by Patsee on Feb 27, 2008 0:58:27 GMT -5
Shade looked at the light in her hands and frowned. He hated his addiction to magic and tried to resist as much as possible. He was able to do so well in Kalimdor from meditation, and now with easy access everywhere, it was hard to avoid the temptation. "I'm Voc'zaco, but you can call me Shade...." He glared at the light and asked. "What source of magic are you wielding?" He hoped this magic was pure as if from the sunwell. If it was Arcane Magic, he wanted nothing from it.
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Post by Vanaria on Feb 27, 2008 20:15:27 GMT -5
“Gave you both some more fortitude…ye can take a few more hits now,” Vanaria was dumbfounded by the moment, but decided to go along anyway. "Um-thank you. I'm Vanaria" a sharp object jabbed the young Elf in the back as she struggled to get back up with the help of mysterious Blood Elf. She pulled the object from under her, discovering to her terror that it was a fel crystal. She threw it as far as she could, praying by everything she held dear she hadn't absorbed any of it's energy. "Why are there still crystals around? We shouldn't have use for them is the Sunwell is truly..." Vanaria trailed off. Vanaria began to question things she should have paid more heed to in the village. Why did the nobles look so mischievous? How long had those spell breakers been idling just out of scope of the party? Why did some of the sin'dorei have knives under their robes? The sound of an object tapping on glass made the party deathly silent as one Blood Elf stood out from the rest. His eyes were malevolently green. His ears were tied back with a head band and he wore the platings of a blood knight. He began a speech. "Friends, this is truly a joyous occasion. We celebrate a new age for our people and a whole new beginning." There were loud cheers, silenced as the man held up his hand. "Our long lost cousins have returned to us, seeking forgiveness, and prince Kael'thas is overjoyed to accept them back into the fold." The man gave a cold smile. The nobles produced baskets similar to the one Vanaria had stumbled over. "There is however one condition Kaelthas asks of you High Elves..." Vanaria went wide eyed. The pieces came together all at once as terror filled the Elf. "We have to go!" The girl whispered aloud. Vanaria was on her feet and making her way back south as the Spell Breakers began forming a circle outside the party. The High Elves began to murmur amongst themselves, confused by the soldiers and the baskets. "To rejoin society and receive the benefits of the Sunwell, you Elves must be reborn! Our prince demands you do nothing that your thoughts haven't previously compelled you to do." The nobles tore the sheets off of each of the baskets, revealing numerous fel crystals. Horrified gasps resounded through the party. "You must become children of the blood!" The spell breakers charged in and began detaining High Elves. Half of them were in a state of panic and confusion. Few had expected such treachery. One High Elf male approached the blood knight bitterly. "I would sooner die!" "So be it" Was the response. The only glimpse Vanaria had seen was blood trickling from the man's throat as he fell to his knees. The bloodKnightt began cleaning off a knife with a piece of cloth. A spell breaker caught Vanaria's arm as she began to sprint from the party. In a state of panic, the girl conjured a wave of searing heat, incapacitating him for the moment. He clutched his burning face in agony. "Why can't they leave us be?" Vanaria asked somberly. She scratched her arms fervently as she ran to the trail leading south. The fel magics were stirring up the Elf's addiction. (now we get to kill things . Sorry ifmy char comes of a bit timid. vanaria doesn't have much experience with people.)
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Post by shatterlune on Feb 27, 2008 20:32:55 GMT -5
"My spells, they're good stuff. Come from the gods, I s'pose," mumbled Ryette. She tossed an apple core. It missed the ground, clipping a haughty blood elf on the side of the head. "Sorry!" shouted the medic.
Even while Ryette apologized insincerely, the blood knight began making his speech. Uncomfortable with formality, the priest began to back away from the gathering. "I'll be going," she said under her breath, stuffing a few delicacies into her pouches.
"You must become children of the blood!" the blood knight shouted.
Ryette stiffened, her eyes flicking to Vanaria. The blood elf unstrapped her mace fluidly and brought it to a guard position. She smashed the spell breaker's face solidly after Vanaria had seared it, adding injury to injury. A loud thunk, and the man crumpled to the ground.
Another spell breaker was approaching, laden with a basket of fel crystals. A well-aimed kick caught him in the groin, and Ryette followed through by tapping his skull with her mace. She turned and jogged after Vanaria, looking back at the other high elves somberly.
She began mumbling in a soft tongue unknown to the others around her, obviously communing with some deity or other. A bloodied high elf standing on her last legs took heart and some of her wounds magically mended themselves.
Having used up all her resources for the moment, Ryette whirled and sprinted at a breakneck pace after Vanaria. During the excitement, the medic had sustained a few bruises and a cut on her leg. After a few yards of sprinting, Ryette was winded.
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Post by tyhlae on Feb 28, 2008 9:11:40 GMT -5
((Sorry to pop in late but this seems as good a time as any.))
A loud curse in Thalassian was heard from a tree near the fleeing party. Out stepped a young elf with teal-ish eyes and dressed in dark brown leather armor, a blue and red tabard with a mix of the Horde and Alliance symbols in the center. She nodded to the group and a dragonhawk appeared from behind the tree as well. From the tress beside her came an obviously human figure, though dressed in the unmistakable purple and white robes of a priestess of Elune. She grinned and spoke to them in Thalassian, a tinge of Stormwind human with Darnassian tainting her accent.
"Okay, loves," she called to them in Thalassian, "Let's go." Her eyes found the more timid high elf. "No worries, we won't let the nasty, icky Blood Knights get'cha," she added in Common, as she glanced at the huntress and dragonhawk who had run behind them, shooting off arrows at approaching Blood Knights. The dragonhawk stayed a comfortable distance away from the Blood Elves, alighting them with fiery breath if they approached her huntress.
"See, Tyh over there told me it was sure to be a trick. Guess she knows the Blood Knights better'n I do. And, well, we couldn't let down our fellow Quel'dorei buddies!" Her eyes flickered to a high elf running a different way and being chased by a Sin'dorei spellbreaker. She murmured a few words before her hands glowed with a dark blue light. "Elune-adore, love," she snickered as she released the spell on the sin'dorei, stopping him in his tracks as a violent migraine attacked his senses.
The huntress cursed and spoke in a much more typical Thalassian. "Do not worry. We are not going to let them corrupt you as long as we live. We've got Elune on our side, right, Lea?" She grinned and turned back to her fight, running and shooting along side them.
"Ah, well, o'course. Elune may not be your goddess of choice, bein' anti-Kal'dorei as you might be, but I'm here for yah, so she is too. Speakin' of...." she began casting some lighter spell, her mouth involuntarily turning into a small smile. A bright pale blue light encircled both women, healing a few of their minor wounds. "I'm seein' you're a priestess too. Nice to see another one of us who isn't a pansy little wimp." Leanessa grinned happily at Ryette.
((Hope I'm not interfering too much. Heh. ))
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Post by Patsee on Feb 28, 2008 15:17:16 GMT -5
Meanwhile everyone was fighting, Shade sneaked his way to the baskets of fel crystals. Keeping watch so he doesn't get caught, he dumped each basket in a sack. He snickered. "These crystals should be kept in a better place. Thoes Blood Knights wanted to give them away so easily? Well, it's their loss..."
"Halt right there, rogue!" Shade turned to see one of the blood knights with his sword drawn out. "Drop thoes crystals or die."
Shade smirked as he acted as if he was about to put the bag down but then spoke out. "I'll pick 'die', but it's not me I'm refering to..." drawing out his daggers, he charged against his opponent's sword. Sparks flew as their blades clashed again and again. The Blood Knight went to slash at his legs, but Shade was ready and he jumped right over and ontop of his sword. Before the Blood Knight can look up, he felt Shade's violent kick against the side of his head.
The Blood Knight lost his balance and crashed into a stack of barrels full of blood thistle. Shade was ready to throw his dagger against his foe when he saw more Blood Knight on their way. He seathed his daggers, picked up the bag settling it over his shoulder, and mockingly waved at the Knights on their way at the charge. "Well I'd hate to drink, steal and run, Give my regards to our 'prince'" He sneered the word prince in disgust as he made his retreat.
(for thoes who want to join in, I have Shade making his retreat in Eversong at "Escape with the Fel Crystals")
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Post by Van'nal on Feb 28, 2008 15:29:07 GMT -5
Van'nal had stood slowly as the fighting began, one Spell Breaker was marching toward him snarling in thalassian. "Filthy Wretched! Who let you in here?! Well, no matter, once these crystals touch you you will probably die!" He laughed, drawing forth one and shivering at the energy coursing inside of him.
Van'nal's eyes narrowed, "I am tired of being called a Wretched!" He snarled, crying out in pain as he unleashed a wave of biting cold across the Spell Breaker. The elf's eyes widened but that was his last act, for now infront of Van'nal stood an ice sculpture of a very frightened Blood Elf, he had never unleashed a spell of such force before. But the mage had taken injury as well, the sleeves of his long robe and his gloves were gone, their grumbled remins on the ground. His arms were bordering on black. Ignoring the pain, and strange warmth, spreading from the backlash of his spell he rushed out quickly.
A frozen hand found the hilt of his blade and clutched it, bloody cracks spider-webbed across his hand as he felt the dampening effects of his blade spread through him, taking away some of the pain but otherwise not relieving it at all.
Looking ahead he saw a strange light, his eyes fluttered some and he stumbled on. If this is some trick of the cold, or Blood Elf trap, I'm done for. He thought grimly, after all he had never released a spell of that magnitude before.
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Post by Vanaria on Feb 29, 2008 0:06:34 GMT -5
(not at all Vanaria sprinted in full speed, completely forgetting the blink spell she had learned. A spell breaker was breathing down her neck as she ran. he had abandoned his shield in favor of velocity and pursued her with full vigor, that is until something caused him to clench his head in pain. The man crumpled, incapacitated by something. Vanaria gasped for precious air as an elf and human came from the trees. " Do not worry. We are not going to let them corrupt you as long as we live. We've got Elune on our side, right, Lea?" Came an accented voice. "Ah, well, o'course. Elune may not be your goddess of choice, bein' anti-Kal'dorei as you might be, but I'm here for yah, so she is too. Speakin' of...." The voice sounded odd to Vanaria. A human, here?"Thank you" Vanaria smiled at her newfound aid. "I don't carry the grudges of my ancestors. Besides, moonwells are alot better for elves than demons. My name's Vanaria" Vanaria said while she scratched at her arms. her addiction was setting back in. But how? Beads of sweat came from Vanaria. Her skin turned pale as she reached for an arcane crystal in her pouch. It's just regular magic, it wont hurt me. Frustrated, the girl closed her pouch and turned to the spell breaker. "Why do I still feel the hunger? I thought the well was restored" The man laughed menacingly. "You think the wells generating the same energies? No. Prince Kael has a surprise for all of you traitors, and that little party's just the beginning." A spike of terror shot down Vanarias spine. "What do you mean?! Tell me!" No good. Unconscious or dead, the man wasn't answering. Vanaria fought back panic. Every single elf is, was tied to the Sunwell. Anything that happens to it could be drastic to Elfkind.
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Post by shatterlune on Feb 29, 2008 9:57:46 GMT -5
Ryette watched Van'nal stumble, and bit her lip in concentration. She fingered the amulet at her neck, whispering under her breath.
A shower of golden sparks cascaded over the mage, glittering and restoring his arms to their former paleness. Nevertheless, the blood elf was still unconscious. The fight had sapped more than just his physical reserves.
"Some'un's got to carry 'im," Ryette called out loudly. She didn't volunteer for the task herself, instead rifling through her pack for something.
A moment later, she held up a sachet triumphantly. She broke the paper seal easily, then pried open Van'nal's mouth and dumped a brownish powder in. "It'll keep 'im from gittin real bad - looka like he taxed 'imself o'ermuch," she explained, casting about for someone to carry the mage.
Spotting Vanaria, the priest mumbled something incoherent and sent a minor healing spell her way. The renewing cantrip removed some of the high elf's pain, but did absolutely nothing for her hunger.
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