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Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Teldrassil, Darnassus
"Aka'Magosh Gurka," Vashadya greeted the shaman in turn, though the priestess left the question unanswered. In spite of her keenest efforts, her heartfelt smile was edged with strain. "I am afraid we called for..."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka, Dag'rema
Location: Darnassus
Gurka nodded and stood, stretching out and taking a deep breath, letting the spirit of wind flow into her lungs and blood. After a full breath out, she answered. "I am not as rested as I might have hoped, but I am ready."
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Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Teldrassil, Darnassus
Vashadya did not comment, for she felt she was neither. The priestess looked to Rotha. "Sister?"
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Vashadya Duskwind
Teldrassil, Darnassus
"It is time," Vashadya affirmed.
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Skreeran
Character: Gurka, Dag'rema
Location: Darnassus
Gurka nodded to Vashadya, still feeling exhausted. She wasn't sure if she was ready to do this, but now was the time, whether she was ready or not.
"It was like this when you killed me, wasn't it?" Dag'rema asked from the bed, her olive face still the picture of defiance.
"More than you know," Gurka replied, giving a sigh. "It was in this very city. I stabbed you in the heart. I was so afraid to do it, but the others urged me on, and I did. Apparently it was a fulfillment of destiny. In that world, I was avenging your sister's death."
"And you don't think it will happen the same way this time?" Dag'rema asked. The way she asked the question made it sound sarcastic and mean-spirited, but Gurka could read a subtle amount of fear and despairing fatalism in her expression.
"I don't think so," Gurka answered. "I used to think that you were fated to become the Dag'rema that I killed, and that the best thing I could do for you was to kill you before you got to that point. Now though, I think I misjudged you. Really I feel sorry for you."
Dag'rema sneered, but Gurka simply gave a weak smile in return.
"You're a product of your circumstances. I feel bad that you were filled with so much pain and hatred, but I think that you've already taken the first steps away from that path. And this new path you've chosen is uncertain and none can say where it ends. It takes a certain kind of courage to choose a path like that. But it's not the path that led you to Elune's temple in my world. Perhaps... after this, we might be friends even."
Dag'rema gave a harsh chuckle, but said nothing.
"I'll leave it up to you," Gurka stated, "but I think that a friend might be exactly what you need. It's hard to deal with pain by yourself. If I had no one to help me bear my pain, I think I could have ended up just as full of hatred and despair as you were when I killed you..." she added, closing her eyes and taking another deep breath.
"Let's go."
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Vashadya Duskwind
Teldrassil, Darnassus
Her even stride masking the tense strain of their task on her, Vashadya led them to the great moonwell where they had summoned the master craftswoman, expecting to find Adalis there. If she saw the spirit, for there was little doubt she did, she did not let it show in her stoical expression. Their success hinged upon a lot, she was not going to endanger it undermining her companions' resolve.
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Skreeran
Character: Gurka
Location: Darnassus
Gurka followed after Vashadya and Rotha, fidgeting with the fistblades on her belt to help keep her focused on the task ahead instead of the foreign setting and the probing eyes of the city's inhabitants. Soon this would be all over, and she could go settle down in Orgrimmar and...
She paused for a moment. Even after this, it really wouldn't be over. Her family was still dead, left behind in a doomed universe. No one from this universe's Orgrimmar knew her. It truly would be starting from nothing. The truth hurt, bringing tears to her eyes, but she swallowed the lump in her throat and pushed the pain back down. What was important now was to end Nightbane's pain.
Taking long strides to catch up with her friends, she followed just behind Rotha. "Are you ready?" she asked, though the question was directed more to herself than to the worg.
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Vashadya Duskwind
Teldrassil, Darnassus
Although mentally beyond exhaustion, Vashadya held Rotha up.
"Adalis. She would not wear the apron unless she had earned it," the Feralassian elf reminded the elder.
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Skreeran
Character: Gurka Witchkiller
Location: The Temple of the Moon, Darnassus, Teldrassil
Gurka quietly observed the elven smith. She was acquainted with the arts of smelting and metalcraft, as all in her family had been, but she dared not speak up. Her skill was crude and utilitarian in the orc fashion, and she was not familiar with elven craft. Instead, she deigned to simply watch quietly and learn what she could.
At the back of her mind, though, she could feel cold dread of what this ceremony would bring. When Nightbane, her old friend who friendship had been severed by the blade of betrayal, manifested before her, could she truly bring her to peace? If Nightbane remained tied to this world as long as her betrayer remained within it, Gurka subconsciously wondered if she would have the courage to step into the void and share the fate that her last sister was doomed to. The unconscious thought sent a chill down her spine.
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Character: Gurka Witchkiller
Location: Temple of the Moon, Darnassus, Teldrassil
Gurka, though incredibly tired, nevertheless watched the whole smithing process unfold. She had never seen an elven smith before, let alone had any insight into elven craftsmanship. It was incredible to see, half ritual, half art form. The process seemed incredibly divorced from the brutal orc metalworking that she was familiar with.
Nevertheless, in spite of her awe towards the elf smith's work, she was still tensed up, knowing that this was the end. The end of their quest to free Nightbane, and possibly the end of her own life too. She had no idea what was going to happen, but she presumed that it was going to be unpleasant.
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Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Teldrassil, Darnassus
Vashadya sat cross-legged atop an absent smith's stool, where, were her eyes open, she could see the group. The Feralassian priestess was deep in meditation though her elven brow was lightly-furrowed, troubled.
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