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Post by
Neonhyper
Character
: Romuel Starfrost, Altari Wrenwell
Location
: Azshara, Ashenvale Border
Chaos took over the Corps' encampment in an instant. One leather-garbed Kaldorei veered from the main horde crowding around the western border to the command tent, throwing it open and shouting something inside. The other Corpsmen were already pitching conversation with whichever Blade they could find who wasn't already being interrogated.
Romuel looked through the crowds to where he heard his name, "Taliria!" he shouted back, catching sight of her and darting in her direction. Altari pushed people out of the way for his benefit.
" 'scuse us! Comin' through! Lovebird reunion!" the girl exclaimed.
Post by
lightnstuff
Narwen Ashfall/ Raiana Duskshadow
Ashenvale
The two cloaked in a veil of darkness, watched the Night Raven outpost from a place across the south fury gorge. While they were still almost entirely invisible, neither of them were particularly adept at invoking the shadow. The cost of such a powerful effect was mandatory stillness. Yet their distance had given them the luxury of speech, something not always afforded to them. Particularly prior to joining the Ravenguard.
Without looking the pale, almost white skinned, gray haired elf spoke to the other, "Are you prepared?"
"That is a silly question," the blue skinned, violet haired woman insisted.
"It is not," Narwen claimed quietly, "These were your people. Are you truly prepared to stand against them?"
"They are no more or less my people than the innocents we fight for," Raiana said dully, her flat tone tinged only slightly with frustration.
"And Suris?"
Raiana was quiet, "My faith is absolute."
Post by
morginar
Character
: Alythera Ætherstar
Location
: Duskwood
"Aren't you spiders? Isn't puting up traps and webs your thing?" Alythrea critically asked the demigodess .
Post by
Atik
Broodmother Arana
Duskwood
"Do you think we are blind? That we don't feel every movement that happens within our domain?" Arana questioned, stepping towards the Elves. "These webs offer more knowledge than you can imagine. Every breath, every shift in weight, every fallen leaf. I feel it all through them." She stated.
She leaned down, close to the Ravenguards. The jewels upon her head seemed to flash, until it became clear they were actually blinking; four red eyes set within her hair. And with all six eyes total, she glared. "If you have words to make, then speak them now. I grow tired of this intrusion."
Taliria Blindhawk, Blades of Elune
Azshara
Taliria rushed forward, through Blades and Night Ravens, reaching Romuel and Altari. "By Elune, I'm glad you're all okay."
Post by
lightnstuff
Silvais/Bren'Corryn
Duskwood
"Humanity is spreading like a disease," Silvais said quickly, "They will roll over the hills and woods and the forests with axes and fire, much like they did before. And both our kind and yours may not survive it this time. Are you willing to take the risk of such a thing?"
Bren'Corryn examined the Night Elf critically, "How bold..."
Post by
Stabhorn
Character
Silvarun Dustdancer
Location
Tirisfal Glades
Silvarun Dustdancer delicately wiped her sickle-shaped swords clean of the black blood of the loathsome abomination that lay dead at her feet. At least ten other undead were strewn within five feet of her, their frozen arms clutching at slit stomachs that were no longer bleeding.
The night elf turned her back to the carnage, long black cape brushing over the corpses softly. Silvarun glanced up at the full moon above her. It made the onyx armor that covered her from her feet to her neck glint dangerously. Silvarun despised the loathsome thing. It betrayed her presence; eliminated her darkness.
"W-who are you?" said a wheezing voice. Silvarun turned quickly, her waist length silver hair framing her pink, heart shaped face. But her beauty was marred by the intensity of her eyes. They glowed like silver augers of malevolence.
The speaker was a dying Forsaken male; a soldier who had probably been a boy in life. A farmer, perhaps old enough to have a wife, but barely if so, "Why...are you...doing this?"
Silvarun stepped forward, kneeling next to the dying undead. She was dazzling, her armor reflected the light of the stars like a beautiful chandelier. Her lush, full lips curved in a petite smile. She brushed a gauntleted hand lightly down the Forsaken's cheek. "I am simply death," her voice was like a chorus of silver bells, "I am a raven of the darkness; the talons of the night. I am a blade of the shadow..."
"But," rasped the Forsaken, shaking as blood oozed from his grimy mouth, "Why...us?"
"My blades," said Silvarun, "The wounds they inflict look like the axes of the orcs, yes?" The elf laughed, a sound that resonated like harp. The Forsaken could smell roses, why would an assassin where perfume? The night elf continued, "Isn't that interesting? I wonder what the Dark Lady will make of it?"
SIlvarun withdrew her hand, her face came closer to the Forsaken's, lips tantalizingly close, "You've expierenced an unfair death once..." Her sickle sword slid easily into the undead's throat. The Forsaken gurgled in surprise, then going limp, "So why would a second one surprise you?"
Oh yes, the night had fangs and claws. The longest of which was named Silvarun Dustdancer...
Post by
morginar
Character
: Alythera Ætherstar
Location
: Duskwood
"If you know so much, why do you fear the humans. Why are you reluctant to lure them to a trap or slay them. With our help. You shall no longer live under fear of humanity." Alythera said to the spiderling,
Post by
Atik
Broodmother Arana
Duskwood
"Such assumptions." Arana balked. "Your kind thinks itself so wise, so old." She hissed. "Our progenitor sowed us into one of yours. When your kind was still feebly reaching into the darkness. Your tiny hands had just begun to breach the barriers so many mortals think absolute."
She leaned back upwards, rising to into the air and stepping forward. "And here you think we fear the tiny, scurrying... things you call humans."
Post by
lightnstuff
Silvais/Bren'Corryn
Duskwood
"Yet you hide in the dark, rather than striding above them like queens. You desire this?" Silvais barbed politely.
Post by
Neonhyper
Character
: Romuel Starfrost, Altari Wrenwell
Location
: Azshara, Ashenvale Border
Romuel threw his arms around Taliria and hugged her tightly, "Goddess, I feel the same way."
Altari milled nearby awkwardly, "Heeeeeeeeeey," she added.
"Make way for the Commander!" came a shout from further back in the crowd. All of a sudden the Night Ravens parted, including Romuel gently pulling Taliria and Altari out of the way. A lithe man, with forest green hair falling past his shoulders, sauntered with a calculated stride down the open passage of the men and women under his command.
"Who leads this party?" he asked with a resounding voice.
Post by
Atik
Broodmother Arana
Duskwood
"You call it hiding, we call it living." Arana stated. "Why would we desire to live like queens? We care nothing for you mortals. What desire would there be in ruling them?" She asked. "Would you desire to be ruler of an ant-hill?"
Taliria Blindhawk, Blades of Elune
Azshara
Taliria raised a hand, pulling herself away from Romuel. "That would be me, sir." She stated, bring her arms down to her sides.
Post by
Neonhyper
Character
: Romuel Starfrost, Altari Wrenwell
Location
: Azshara, Ashenvale Border
There was a lengthy silence as the Commander appraised the young Blade.
"Hey is she allowed to lead stuff?" Altari whispered to Romuel.
The chief Corpsman of the encampment stood at attention, hands clasped behind his back, and tipped his head to Taliria, "Corps Commander Jeren Shalemoon," he introduced himself. "I request a status report concerning the main outpost and the lack of communications we've received."
Post by
lightnstuff
Silvais/Bren'Corryn
Duskwood
"If ants could think and speak and were dangerous to everything around them, then yes I would, or at the least intervene," Silvais put tactfully, "the mortal races will destroy themselves and everything they know if not stopped."
Post by
Atik
Broodmother Arana
Duskwood
"And you want us to stop that." Arana added. "You want us to help your little goal."
Taliria Blindhawk, Blades of Elune
Azshara
"The outpost is fine." Taliria replied. "We were actually set here to investigate the status of
your
camp." She explained. "We haven't received word since our last report."
Post by
Neonhyper
Character
: Romuel Starfrost, Altari Wrenwell
Location
: Azshara, Ashenvale Border
The commander was silent, then sighed, "Then I fear our correspondence has been intercepted."
"Horde, sir?" a Night Raven asked.
"Or worse," Jeren mentioned.
Post by
lightnstuff
Silvais/Bren'Corryn
Duskwood
"There is nothing little about it," Silvais said coolly, "Nations shall fall."
"Hmm," Bren'Corryn hummed to herself, "this shall take thought..."
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Silvarun Dustdancer, Melana Moonblink
Location:
Tirisfal Glades
"Silvarun!" Another elf arrived on the scene, wearing armor identical to Silvarun. That was where the similarities ended, however. Whereas Silvarun was well curved and sleek, the newcomer was a heavily muscled female, imposing and powerful. Hair as black as the new moon hung to her shoulders, highlighting her violet skin. Black tattoos stretched across her cheeks, halting at her silver eyes, which flickered with a dim golden light. She held a long sword in her left hand, her right was clamped firmly on her hips as a dark look of disapproval spread across her features.
"What is it, Melana?" Silvarun intoned dryly. She resented the other elf for her beauty, one that matched, or maybe even surpassed, Silvarun's.
Melana pointed to the corpses, "And what do you think you are doing here?"
"I am merely inciting dissension between the orcs and the Forsaken, Melana," Silvarun laughed coyly.
"That is
not
what we are supposed to be doing! We are supposed to find legitimate proof of an infraction of law!"
Silvarun shrugged, "Murder will work just as well."
"And if the orcs can prove their innocence? This will blow our cover!" Melana started tapping her foot.
"You give them to much credit, Melana!" Silvarun laughed again, "They aren't elves; they are brutish thugs. More like an animal than a creature."
Melana growled, "Our leaders give you too much free reign, Silvarun." Black cords of energy erupted from her sword, striking the eleven corpses. They turned to dust, which scattered instantly, "Their disappearance will be hard enough to clear up! But I think I can manage it..."
Silvarun sniffed, "
You
can manage?"
The other elf glared at Silvarun, "Do not deviate again, Silvarun."
"As you wish, Melana..."
Post by
Monday
Character
: ?, ?
Location
: Stormwind
The now cloaked man stepped into the streets of Old Town, setting his hat onto his head. He set off at a swift pace, moving along the dark, drizzly streets towards the Keep of Stormwind. Lightning flashed briefly overhead, revealing sleek brown hair (currently very wet) framing dark green eyes (currently darting about the street, looking for potential followers). Eventually, the dark streets of the Old Town fell away behind him and were replaced by the well lit, well maintained (and well patrolled) pathways of the Keep itself.
As he neared, a palace guard held out a hand. "Halt, sir."
"Yes?" the man said, slowing his swift pace and coming to a stop next to the soldier. "Can I help you?"
"Name and address, sir," the guard said, approaching the suited man and coming to a stop. "It's late, well past visiting hours. If you wish to petition the king, I'm afraid you must wait until morning."
"Ah, of course. One moment," the man with the hat said, reaching into his jacket pocket. With a flourish, he produced a sheet of paper, which he handed to the guard.
The guard raised an eyebrow, but quickly scanned through the paper. After a moment, his eyes widened and he read through it again, then carefully folded it and returned it to the man in the suit. "My apologies, sir," he said, giving a low bow. "Welcome to the Keep."
"My thanks," he said, returning the paper to his jacket and setting off again.
Post by
Atik
Broodmother Arana
Duskwood
"Anthills will always crumble given enough time." Arana replied to the claim.
Taliria Blindhawk, Blades of Elune
Azshara
"Then it seems like we have a problem..." Taliria stated.
Post by
Neonhyper
Character
: Romuel Starfrost, Altari Wrenwell
Location
: Azshara, Ashenvale Border
"All right, everyone!" Jeren shouted. "Back to your stations! The camp is on lockdown until further notice! No future plans are to be enacted or followed through on until my word is given!"
With that, the Corpsmen began to grudgingly disperse from the border and head back to their positions. Commander Shalemoon rubbed his forehead, glancing at Taliria, "I'll have to request your men remain in the encampment until this is sorted out. If you'll come with me," he then asked, gesturing for her to follow as he made his way back to the command tent.
"Well. You're important today," Romuel gave Taliria a pained smile.
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