May042008
11:26:13 pm
11:26:13 pm
Past Role Play Segment - World of Warcraft
The following is a role play I had started December 19th, 2007 which revolved around my WoW character and my boyfriend Tony's WoW character. I am only including my posts, so every other person that had replied is left out, which leaves you with the job of piecing the story together. Please excuse any and all mistakes, as I'm sure there are many.
It was late afternoon and the sun was barely visible now across the sky, struggling with every ray of light to shine through the dense foliage of the jungle canopy, creating dots and patches of light across the mossy earth. Creatures of all sorts contributed to the chorus of sound and natural melody that was easily heard all the way from the Rebel Outpost down to Booty Bay. On the western side of Stranglethorn Vale, the ocean hugged the coast, rising and falling up the beaches with each new wave. Guarding the eastern most point of the jungle were mountains, housing numerous strange and dangerous caverns.
At the southern tip of Stranglethorn, down at the docks of Booty Bay, making various purchases and restocking her knapsack, was a very peculiar being, blue-skinned and tall, easily towering over the goblins and even standing higher than any human. She was a draenei, an alien to this world, though she and others like her were quickly making this their new, and hopefully permanent home. Her name was Ilandi and it was clear just by the way she dressed that she was a hunter, though one might be more inclined to believe so by the rather large gun she somehow managed to carry. Her hair, adequately short, too was blue, though darker than her skin tone. Eyes white and appearing to be shining with some otherworldly light, she was really quite a sight. The draenei stood on two hooves and playfully allowed her short tail to sway behind her with each step she took. To some humans, she might have appeared odd or even intimidating. To her own kind though, she was a sight of pure beauty, ageless and delicate.
"Please," Ilandi spoke with growing desperation, "you must have some sort of ammo here. You're a weapon smith, are you not?" she asked in her native gypsy-like accent. "My bandolier, as you can clearly see, is rather light."
"Nope, sorry," replied the little goblin in an uncaring tone. "Only weapons. You can buy that sorta stuff some place else. Now leave me be!" he ordered in a rude sort of tone.
Ilandi glared at him with dislike, but didn't say another word. She motioned to her companion, a black wolf by the name of Graev, and the two left the building in search of another where they might be able to find more ammunition for her gun.
Booty Bay was confusing, to say the least. The entire town was composed of different layers of wooden docks and planks leading up and down to one another. Finding one particular place was nearly impossible unless you already knew your way around town. Ilandi was finding it difficult to even achieve any sort of help in being guided through the place. Usually, she had quickly found, there were guards at each city willing to help travelers find their way through the town. If there was such a thing here, she was too unfortunate to even find them. Browsing each individual shop, she at last came upon a place on the upper part of town that could repair a few of her items that had been worn and used. Her armor had withstood battle on more than one occasion as of late, and was in need of some attention. Unfavorably though, she was forced to wait for them to be finished before she was able to continue her search for more bullets. Unsuccessful, the draenei, heaving a sigh of utter disappointment, made her way to the lowest part of the town and down to a small goblin standing atop a wooden box who had acquired quite a little crowd of people. He was an auctioneer, she had realized. Then perhaps, Ilandi thought to herself, he would be selling some ammo.
Approaching the small creature, she waited with the utmost patience as he sold off items of varying types to those amongst the small crowd, until at last, she asked loudly above the other's voices, "Do you have any ammunition?"
"No!" cried the little green goblin coldly and continued on with his business.
She was starting to think that not only the locals of Booty Bay were rude, but that they also didn't sell the one thing she really needed. Accepting defeat for now, the proud draenei turned around and walked back up to the hotel, followed closely by Graev. He would snarl every so often at the passerbys who would stare at him for just a moment too long, sending shivers up their spines before turning around and acting as if nothing had happened. He was, for the most part, a solitary and indifferent wolf with a nature for being cool towards those he was unfamiliar with. Ironically enough though, he and Ilandi had become very close right away. Perhaps it was the fact that she had just lost her prior guardian and he could sense her loneliness, just as she could sense his own. He was, after all, a lone wolf before becoming her companion. Now, amongst the crowds of Booty Bay, the black wolf felt claustrophobic and as if he had no room to even so much as breathe. Despite the whine or whimper every so often though, he managed to put up with it.
Entering the Inn, Ilandi was disappointed but not so surprised to see that it too was just as full of people as the rest of this small shipping town. Graev appeared even more discouraged, lowering his head in angst. If only their luck would change and a room at this strangely tall inn would be open. Approaching the front desk while maneuvering around the varying races that made up the crowd inside, Ilandi was unsettled by the fact that the inn keeper, too, was a goblin. So far, she had not had such great experiences with their kind.
Instead of greeting her with a high-pitched, "Wassap!?" in a raspy voice, this goblin's voice was deep and low as he asked her, "Yeah, whaddya want?"
"May I inquire as to if there is a room free?" she asked with little hope, biting her bottom lip out of anxious habit.
"Well sure," replied the goblin in a sarcastic-type voice. "That'll cost you one gold."
"Gold!?" she exclaimed at the price. "I never even mentioned how long I would be staying!"
"One gold, miss. We're in high demand this season! The price is the same no matter how long you're here for," he explained in a matter-of-face sort of tone.
Ilandi, rolling her eyes as he turned away for a moment, sighed and glanced down at Graev. An intelligent wolf, she had no doubt he knew what was happening, and consequently howled shortly in discontent. "Fine," replied Ilandi with the same stubborn tone. She laid the gold down on the dusty wooden table and, without any further word, turned and began walking up the stairs.
"Hmph!" snorted the goblin as she left.
The first floor housed more of another sitting and meeting area rather than rooms, so the duo carried onward in hopes of stumbling upon some hidden treasure amongst this sailor's town. The third floor was a maze of boards set across the ceiling of the second floor in a real dangerous sort of way. The room they had was inside what literally appeared to be a hole in the wall. Nevertheless, it had to double-sized beds and would more than satisfy their tired feet and weary bodies. For now, this would be their new, but certainly not permanent home.
At the southern tip of Stranglethorn, down at the docks of Booty Bay, making various purchases and restocking her knapsack, was a very peculiar being, blue-skinned and tall, easily towering over the goblins and even standing higher than any human. She was a draenei, an alien to this world, though she and others like her were quickly making this their new, and hopefully permanent home. Her name was Ilandi and it was clear just by the way she dressed that she was a hunter, though one might be more inclined to believe so by the rather large gun she somehow managed to carry. Her hair, adequately short, too was blue, though darker than her skin tone. Eyes white and appearing to be shining with some otherworldly light, she was really quite a sight. The draenei stood on two hooves and playfully allowed her short tail to sway behind her with each step she took. To some humans, she might have appeared odd or even intimidating. To her own kind though, she was a sight of pure beauty, ageless and delicate.
"Please," Ilandi spoke with growing desperation, "you must have some sort of ammo here. You're a weapon smith, are you not?" she asked in her native gypsy-like accent. "My bandolier, as you can clearly see, is rather light."
"Nope, sorry," replied the little goblin in an uncaring tone. "Only weapons. You can buy that sorta stuff some place else. Now leave me be!" he ordered in a rude sort of tone.
Ilandi glared at him with dislike, but didn't say another word. She motioned to her companion, a black wolf by the name of Graev, and the two left the building in search of another where they might be able to find more ammunition for her gun.
Booty Bay was confusing, to say the least. The entire town was composed of different layers of wooden docks and planks leading up and down to one another. Finding one particular place was nearly impossible unless you already knew your way around town. Ilandi was finding it difficult to even achieve any sort of help in being guided through the place. Usually, she had quickly found, there were guards at each city willing to help travelers find their way through the town. If there was such a thing here, she was too unfortunate to even find them. Browsing each individual shop, she at last came upon a place on the upper part of town that could repair a few of her items that had been worn and used. Her armor had withstood battle on more than one occasion as of late, and was in need of some attention. Unfavorably though, she was forced to wait for them to be finished before she was able to continue her search for more bullets. Unsuccessful, the draenei, heaving a sigh of utter disappointment, made her way to the lowest part of the town and down to a small goblin standing atop a wooden box who had acquired quite a little crowd of people. He was an auctioneer, she had realized. Then perhaps, Ilandi thought to herself, he would be selling some ammo.
Approaching the small creature, she waited with the utmost patience as he sold off items of varying types to those amongst the small crowd, until at last, she asked loudly above the other's voices, "Do you have any ammunition?"
"No!" cried the little green goblin coldly and continued on with his business.
She was starting to think that not only the locals of Booty Bay were rude, but that they also didn't sell the one thing she really needed. Accepting defeat for now, the proud draenei turned around and walked back up to the hotel, followed closely by Graev. He would snarl every so often at the passerbys who would stare at him for just a moment too long, sending shivers up their spines before turning around and acting as if nothing had happened. He was, for the most part, a solitary and indifferent wolf with a nature for being cool towards those he was unfamiliar with. Ironically enough though, he and Ilandi had become very close right away. Perhaps it was the fact that she had just lost her prior guardian and he could sense her loneliness, just as she could sense his own. He was, after all, a lone wolf before becoming her companion. Now, amongst the crowds of Booty Bay, the black wolf felt claustrophobic and as if he had no room to even so much as breathe. Despite the whine or whimper every so often though, he managed to put up with it.
Entering the Inn, Ilandi was disappointed but not so surprised to see that it too was just as full of people as the rest of this small shipping town. Graev appeared even more discouraged, lowering his head in angst. If only their luck would change and a room at this strangely tall inn would be open. Approaching the front desk while maneuvering around the varying races that made up the crowd inside, Ilandi was unsettled by the fact that the inn keeper, too, was a goblin. So far, she had not had such great experiences with their kind.
Instead of greeting her with a high-pitched, "Wassap!?" in a raspy voice, this goblin's voice was deep and low as he asked her, "Yeah, whaddya want?"
"May I inquire as to if there is a room free?" she asked with little hope, biting her bottom lip out of anxious habit.
"Well sure," replied the goblin in a sarcastic-type voice. "That'll cost you one gold."
"Gold!?" she exclaimed at the price. "I never even mentioned how long I would be staying!"
"One gold, miss. We're in high demand this season! The price is the same no matter how long you're here for," he explained in a matter-of-face sort of tone.
Ilandi, rolling her eyes as he turned away for a moment, sighed and glanced down at Graev. An intelligent wolf, she had no doubt he knew what was happening, and consequently howled shortly in discontent. "Fine," replied Ilandi with the same stubborn tone. She laid the gold down on the dusty wooden table and, without any further word, turned and began walking up the stairs.
"Hmph!" snorted the goblin as she left.
The first floor housed more of another sitting and meeting area rather than rooms, so the duo carried onward in hopes of stumbling upon some hidden treasure amongst this sailor's town. The third floor was a maze of boards set across the ceiling of the second floor in a real dangerous sort of way. The room they had was inside what literally appeared to be a hole in the wall. Nevertheless, it had to double-sized beds and would more than satisfy their tired feet and weary bodies. For now, this would be their new, but certainly not permanent home.
After only a few very short minutes of rest on the what could only be described as far from fresh bed sheets that laid unmade upon the beds, a bit commotion from down one what sounded like the first floor reached the ears of first Graev and Ilandi soon after. Graev's long and thin ears perked up as he adjusted himself, sitting up in the bed he had so happily claimed his, listening attentively. Ilandi's eyes narrowed out of confusion. If at all possible, the inn was beginning to sound even more crowded by the minute. She heard the rustling of feet on the floor boards beneath her and could hear jumbled voices mixing in to one another. Deciding to check things out for herself, she, with a little bit of effort, forced herself out of the poorly-kept bed and out of the hole in the wall. Graev eagerly followed at the first sign she was getting up like an obedient pet. Peering over the railing of the stairs, it took a moment for the draenei to even see anything, minus all the people.
At last she spotted the source of all the excitement. There, lying helplessly and perhaps even badly wounded on the floor, clearing a small opening in the gathering crowd, was a female blood elf. Ilandi's eyes grew large, her pulse quickening and a bubbling hatred rising. Adrenaline began pumping through her veins as she stood, transfixed, staring at the blood elf in a horrible rage. Graev's eyes darted back between Ilandi's and the fallen elf, and, quickly picking up on her radiating anger, began growling in a low and deep tone.
Her ghostly, empty white eyes grew even larger as she watched as a human went to assist the blood elf. NO! she thought in desperation. You can't do that! Stop! But the words never formed on her lips. Hopelessly, she watched, first as the healer did whatever it was to save the victim, and then collapse soon after, drained of life, perhaps? It was so hard to tell from Ilandi's vantage point, not to mention, it was rather hard for her to concentrate on anything else besides the blood elf.
It wasn't as if she didn't have good reason for her consuming loath for the race, however. Ilandi's home planet -- both of them -- were stolen from her, first by the evils that tore her kind apart, and then by the corrupt and evil Illidan and his army of Blood Elves. Twice, her kind had lost two worlds, gone now from their control. Their proud race was diminished to surviving here now on Azeroth. Both through common knowledge and her own experience, the draenei had come to learn that the race of blood elves, proud as well, were uncaring about any others, even those they aligned themselves with. They were, in her opinion, the epitome of evil.
Making a fist with her hand, Ilandi glared down at the female blood elf, eyes never leaving her, a definitive frown, unchanging, formed on her once pleasant face.
At last she spotted the source of all the excitement. There, lying helplessly and perhaps even badly wounded on the floor, clearing a small opening in the gathering crowd, was a female blood elf. Ilandi's eyes grew large, her pulse quickening and a bubbling hatred rising. Adrenaline began pumping through her veins as she stood, transfixed, staring at the blood elf in a horrible rage. Graev's eyes darted back between Ilandi's and the fallen elf, and, quickly picking up on her radiating anger, began growling in a low and deep tone.
Her ghostly, empty white eyes grew even larger as she watched as a human went to assist the blood elf. NO! she thought in desperation. You can't do that! Stop! But the words never formed on her lips. Hopelessly, she watched, first as the healer did whatever it was to save the victim, and then collapse soon after, drained of life, perhaps? It was so hard to tell from Ilandi's vantage point, not to mention, it was rather hard for her to concentrate on anything else besides the blood elf.
It wasn't as if she didn't have good reason for her consuming loath for the race, however. Ilandi's home planet -- both of them -- were stolen from her, first by the evils that tore her kind apart, and then by the corrupt and evil Illidan and his army of Blood Elves. Twice, her kind had lost two worlds, gone now from their control. Their proud race was diminished to surviving here now on Azeroth. Both through common knowledge and her own experience, the draenei had come to learn that the race of blood elves, proud as well, were uncaring about any others, even those they aligned themselves with. They were, in her opinion, the epitome of evil.
Making a fist with her hand, Ilandi glared down at the female blood elf, eyes never leaving her, a definitive frown, unchanging, formed on her once pleasant face.
What sort of fate had befallen this draenei and her wolf companion on this day to have unwittingly stumbled upon this very inn? Of all the places in all of Azeroth, in all of the Eastern Kingdoms even, how had she managed to find herself, literally face-to-face with her worst and most terrible enemy? Not only this, but her inner senses which she had acquired through her hunter training here on this world were signaling to her that more foes were about, perhaps even more Horde.
She did not wish to take on more than one creature or being at a time unless it was absolutely necessary. Ilandi herself, though large in comparison to the majority of the races of Azeroth and physically fit, was not trained nor skilled in the ways of combat, especially melee. Without Graev here beside her, she was fully aware she would be nearly useless in a fight. This did not bother her though as much as one might think. She was, after all, a draenei, a true believer and follower of the Light, a lover of all living creatures. Before ever even landing her on this still strange planet, she was merely just a citizen of Draenor, living peacefully with her family before the blood elves had suddenly shown up. Now here, in this cramped and overcrowded dusty inn, she was finding it hard to hold herself back from this pitiful blood elf.
Graev, still snarling in a low and continual growl, never let the blood elf out of his sights either. Ilandi placed a caring hand on his head, glaring at the elf in disdain. Her boiling anger nearly reached its peak when the wretched blood elf had the nerve to stick her tongue out tauntingly at her. This, in turn, caused Ilandi to literally shake with anger. Those around her even started to notice, backing up and giving her what little more space they were able to.
Maneuvering slightly down the staircase so as to see just who else she had sensed moments ago, Ilandi caught a glimpse of the now very filled doorway, though couldn't make anything useful out. Quickly, she used another ability of hers she had only recently come learn, focusing her eyes and allowing them to adjust for a second before zooming in, over the heads of the crowd, seeing through the eyes of a hawk. She was able to see now outside the doorway, past it, and into the open air outside. It was then, that the draenei noticed the creature she assumed she had been able to sense. It was, unmistakably, a tauren. She had run into their kind before, though it had not been a pleasant experience. Though she had heard and learned things about their kind since coming to this planet, for instance how gentle and peaceful they normally are, the tauren that she had met were nothing like the stories she heard. Choosing to be cautious, she allowed her vision to return to normal, her focused look fading as she lowered her head to return her attention to the blood elf and now collapsed human on the floor.
What was she to do? This blood elf deserved no pity, no help, and no mercy. This human, though by no means no enemy of hers, had given life back to this nearly defeated foul being and that left Ilandi wondering just who this person really was. Were they in fact allies with the blood elves now? Were they conspiring against the rest of the Alliance? Or perhaps was this human healer just merely trying to help out out of the kindness in their heart? She didn't fully understand the ways of the humans, or any other race here yet, and so decided not to pass judgement until there was further evidence.
Until then, the draenei and her wolf slowly began walking down the stairs, shoving past those that were gathered staring in shock, and neared the fallen human. Looking down at her with confusion, head turning to gaze upon the body so unlike her own, she felt a sort of pity. Humans still had much to learn. She kneeled slowly, making a desperate attempt not to meet the eyes of the blood elf's, and placed a hand on the fallen human's head. Ilandi was by no means a healer, and could only guess as to the reason this human had gone unconscious, but she, like the rest of the draenei, had the Gift of the Naaru, a blessing from the beings of higher power. With this, she would, she hoped, be able to heal this human female. It had, in the past, worked not only on herself, but others as well.
A light past from Ilandi's hand on the woman's head down into the very spirit of the human. In turn, a symbol illuminated with light appeared above Ilandi's forehead, a sign that she was blessed with this gift of the Light. After she had finished, she rose from her kneeling position, and turned to gaze upon the disgusting elf creature whom she was receiving dark and abnormal vibes from.
"The Naaru will destroy your kind," she spoke in a low and most hateful tone in her native tongue, eyes narrowed in distrust.
She did not wish to take on more than one creature or being at a time unless it was absolutely necessary. Ilandi herself, though large in comparison to the majority of the races of Azeroth and physically fit, was not trained nor skilled in the ways of combat, especially melee. Without Graev here beside her, she was fully aware she would be nearly useless in a fight. This did not bother her though as much as one might think. She was, after all, a draenei, a true believer and follower of the Light, a lover of all living creatures. Before ever even landing her on this still strange planet, she was merely just a citizen of Draenor, living peacefully with her family before the blood elves had suddenly shown up. Now here, in this cramped and overcrowded dusty inn, she was finding it hard to hold herself back from this pitiful blood elf.
Graev, still snarling in a low and continual growl, never let the blood elf out of his sights either. Ilandi placed a caring hand on his head, glaring at the elf in disdain. Her boiling anger nearly reached its peak when the wretched blood elf had the nerve to stick her tongue out tauntingly at her. This, in turn, caused Ilandi to literally shake with anger. Those around her even started to notice, backing up and giving her what little more space they were able to.
Maneuvering slightly down the staircase so as to see just who else she had sensed moments ago, Ilandi caught a glimpse of the now very filled doorway, though couldn't make anything useful out. Quickly, she used another ability of hers she had only recently come learn, focusing her eyes and allowing them to adjust for a second before zooming in, over the heads of the crowd, seeing through the eyes of a hawk. She was able to see now outside the doorway, past it, and into the open air outside. It was then, that the draenei noticed the creature she assumed she had been able to sense. It was, unmistakably, a tauren. She had run into their kind before, though it had not been a pleasant experience. Though she had heard and learned things about their kind since coming to this planet, for instance how gentle and peaceful they normally are, the tauren that she had met were nothing like the stories she heard. Choosing to be cautious, she allowed her vision to return to normal, her focused look fading as she lowered her head to return her attention to the blood elf and now collapsed human on the floor.
What was she to do? This blood elf deserved no pity, no help, and no mercy. This human, though by no means no enemy of hers, had given life back to this nearly defeated foul being and that left Ilandi wondering just who this person really was. Were they in fact allies with the blood elves now? Were they conspiring against the rest of the Alliance? Or perhaps was this human healer just merely trying to help out out of the kindness in their heart? She didn't fully understand the ways of the humans, or any other race here yet, and so decided not to pass judgement until there was further evidence.
Until then, the draenei and her wolf slowly began walking down the stairs, shoving past those that were gathered staring in shock, and neared the fallen human. Looking down at her with confusion, head turning to gaze upon the body so unlike her own, she felt a sort of pity. Humans still had much to learn. She kneeled slowly, making a desperate attempt not to meet the eyes of the blood elf's, and placed a hand on the fallen human's head. Ilandi was by no means a healer, and could only guess as to the reason this human had gone unconscious, but she, like the rest of the draenei, had the Gift of the Naaru, a blessing from the beings of higher power. With this, she would, she hoped, be able to heal this human female. It had, in the past, worked not only on herself, but others as well.
A light past from Ilandi's hand on the woman's head down into the very spirit of the human. In turn, a symbol illuminated with light appeared above Ilandi's forehead, a sign that she was blessed with this gift of the Light. After she had finished, she rose from her kneeling position, and turned to gaze upon the disgusting elf creature whom she was receiving dark and abnormal vibes from.
"The Naaru will destroy your kind," she spoke in a low and most hateful tone in her native tongue, eyes narrowed in distrust.
Deep in the heart of Duskwood, in the southern Eastern Kingdoms, surrounded entirely by the lofty ridges of the mountains which shielded the area inside (or perhaps it was the other way around...), rode a most dashing man on the back of an equally handsome cat. His mount, large and sturdy, was painted with deep blue fur, covered in armor, and bared a set of two large fanged teeth. The man sat high on a finely-crafted saddle which allowed for maximum comfort. This man, however, was no man. He was a night elf, lavender-skinned and pointy-eared, though, despite the vast differences between himself and the other varying races, it was rather difficult to even make out his identity, for his dark clothing covered much of his body, and a hood lay low over his eyes, hiding his normally brilliant yellow orbs.
Dismounting with an air of grace and ease, the male night elf placed a tender hand on the neck of the feline, scratching it gently and in turn, causing the cat to purr pleasingly. He smiled in the most serene yet solemn sort of way. It was a smile capable of melting the hearts of all those lucky enough to witness it, and though he knew not himself of his shielded beauty, even for that of a night elf, he still carried himself with confidence. Maybe this was more due to the fact that this night elf, having lived through numerous millenniums, had been through and experience more in his life than most any other being could even hope to imagine.
The dragon of The Twilight Grove was massive. Blue and purple scales glittered its reptilian body. A short beard hung from his chin, and horns sprouted up from his head in a threatening manor. Each step he took on the soft earth rumbled the length of the mountain-enclosed area. Casually walking with no particular destination in mind, this dragon appeared overly bold and cocky.
For a moment, a split second, during which time one may be able to blink, the night elf disappeared from his current position beside his mount, and then could be seen some distance off, cloaked behind the leaves and thick foliage of the trees. Carefully, silently, he watched as the beast unknowingly approached. 10 seconds. He waited, pulse normal, leaning up against the trunk of a massive tree. 5 seconds. His eyes focused, a soft but luminescent shield surrounding his body, he stood, readying himself. 3...2...1...
~
"You alright?" asked the draenei to the woman, transfixed on her sudden change in expression. For some reason, the human whom she had assisted just a few moments ago, now appeared at a loss for words in confusion. Feeling a weighing sort of awkwardness, Ilandi peered over at the blood elf and said cooly, "You should not have spared her life. She and her kind have no place in this world. They have already conquered ours," she remarked with some difficulty. "I cannot bare to see them here as well."
Graev let out an agreeing bark-like cry, shifting around in place beside her. Clearly agitated and perplexed, the wolf was not having an easy time here. Submissively and obediently though, he allowed his owner to continue on as she pleased.
Before she could stop herself from speaking, Ilandi soon heard herself asking, "Do you feel that?"
Those around them that had gathered in the inn looked around at one another, puzzled. Soft mumbling and inaudible speech broke out amongst the people. Others, no longer entertained, decided it best to leave. The innkeeper though, thinking it better for business, darted around to all those he knew weren't staying there, shouting out pleas and discounts. His endeavors were in vain though, as more civilians got up and left merely because of his pressuring.
Graev's head tilted sideways. He was obviously trying to figure everything out. Ilandi, concentrating now on the fluid sort of sensation she had gotten earlier, completely disregarded the blood elf for a moment, perhaps even slightly letting her guard down. Graev though was on top of things as usual, sniffing the air and investigating the nooks and crannies of the dusty, old inn.
Ilandi said nothing for a minute, white eyes hidden behind her eyelids. When she opened them, it seemed to almost take longer than usual for her vision to adjust. Lights appeared brighter and all things seemed hazier. A blurred calm overtook her, until at last Graev's tongue licking her hand down at her side brought her back from this strange and unexplainable illusion.
"Sorry," she blurted, immediately putting a blue hand to her forehead. "Did you feel that?" she repeated, almost in a tone that would imply she had forgotten asking earlier.
Dismounting with an air of grace and ease, the male night elf placed a tender hand on the neck of the feline, scratching it gently and in turn, causing the cat to purr pleasingly. He smiled in the most serene yet solemn sort of way. It was a smile capable of melting the hearts of all those lucky enough to witness it, and though he knew not himself of his shielded beauty, even for that of a night elf, he still carried himself with confidence. Maybe this was more due to the fact that this night elf, having lived through numerous millenniums, had been through and experience more in his life than most any other being could even hope to imagine.
The dragon of The Twilight Grove was massive. Blue and purple scales glittered its reptilian body. A short beard hung from his chin, and horns sprouted up from his head in a threatening manor. Each step he took on the soft earth rumbled the length of the mountain-enclosed area. Casually walking with no particular destination in mind, this dragon appeared overly bold and cocky.
For a moment, a split second, during which time one may be able to blink, the night elf disappeared from his current position beside his mount, and then could be seen some distance off, cloaked behind the leaves and thick foliage of the trees. Carefully, silently, he watched as the beast unknowingly approached. 10 seconds. He waited, pulse normal, leaning up against the trunk of a massive tree. 5 seconds. His eyes focused, a soft but luminescent shield surrounding his body, he stood, readying himself. 3...2...1...
~
"You alright?" asked the draenei to the woman, transfixed on her sudden change in expression. For some reason, the human whom she had assisted just a few moments ago, now appeared at a loss for words in confusion. Feeling a weighing sort of awkwardness, Ilandi peered over at the blood elf and said cooly, "You should not have spared her life. She and her kind have no place in this world. They have already conquered ours," she remarked with some difficulty. "I cannot bare to see them here as well."
Graev let out an agreeing bark-like cry, shifting around in place beside her. Clearly agitated and perplexed, the wolf was not having an easy time here. Submissively and obediently though, he allowed his owner to continue on as she pleased.
Before she could stop herself from speaking, Ilandi soon heard herself asking, "Do you feel that?"
Those around them that had gathered in the inn looked around at one another, puzzled. Soft mumbling and inaudible speech broke out amongst the people. Others, no longer entertained, decided it best to leave. The innkeeper though, thinking it better for business, darted around to all those he knew weren't staying there, shouting out pleas and discounts. His endeavors were in vain though, as more civilians got up and left merely because of his pressuring.
Graev's head tilted sideways. He was obviously trying to figure everything out. Ilandi, concentrating now on the fluid sort of sensation she had gotten earlier, completely disregarded the blood elf for a moment, perhaps even slightly letting her guard down. Graev though was on top of things as usual, sniffing the air and investigating the nooks and crannies of the dusty, old inn.
Ilandi said nothing for a minute, white eyes hidden behind her eyelids. When she opened them, it seemed to almost take longer than usual for her vision to adjust. Lights appeared brighter and all things seemed hazier. A blurred calm overtook her, until at last Graev's tongue licking her hand down at her side brought her back from this strange and unexplainable illusion.
"Sorry," she blurted, immediately putting a blue hand to her forehead. "Did you feel that?" she repeated, almost in a tone that would imply she had forgotten asking earlier.
Understandably taken aback, the draenei subconsciously took a few steps away from the group, namely the human woman. Still so unfamiliar with these other guests in the Salty Sailor Tavern inn, it suddenly occurred to Ilandi that she was unaware of any of these other being's names. Not that it bothered her any. That isn't to say she thought herself better than rest like the blood elf no doubt believed, but simply that, prior to the outburst of startling words of the voices that came out of the human's mouth, it had never once crossed Ilandi's mind that she would be in their company any longer than it took to sort out these strange matters that had brought them within the comfort of the walls of this place to begin with. Now that both blood elf and human were cured, if that was indeed what you could call it, and seemingly in better health, it was unclear as to whether or not this human woman was truly herself or if she was under the control of others, possessed by an unseen force, in which case, Ilandi had no desire to stick around any longer.
After the woman, or rather, the voices passing through the woman had spoken, the draenei hunter, side-glancing her wolf companion, made no notion to speak, both at a loss and utterly confused. What had she meant? Why was she meant to accompany these strangers? What purpose did this totem have to begin with? Not to mention, what sort of power lay within it? Enchantments were beyond Ilandi's knowledge. She had not practiced such a craft, and thus had no clue as to how hard it would be to grant such an item with such power nor no knowledge as to how much energy could be enclosed within such a thing. All she knew, was her own journey, her own quest. She had made it her duty to eventually one day return to Outland, to the rest of her people who had not escaped, and bring them here to live amongst not only these other foreign races, but reunite them with the other draenei in The Exodar. Now, to be set so off course, it put Ilandi in a state of confusion and puzzlement. Was this truly the path fate had taken her on? Was this something she was meant to do before traveling to the other planet, or planetoid rather?
Breathing out silently a long and slow breath, the hunter managed to get ahold of herself, at least for but a moment. Staring blankly at the recently collapsed woman, she realized she felt no fear for the human. Perhaps only because of the recent startle this woman gave them, speaking in voices unworldly amongst the rapidly dispersing crowd while the grinning goblin innkeeper desperately pretended not to have heard a word, attempting to calm those that remained with a cup of their brew on the house.
Graev was perhaps one of the first to react, lowering his head to first sniff and then nudge the woman. Determining her unthreatening, it caused Ilandi to relax somewhat, her breaths coming in easier now and more slowly, her heart not needing to pump so much blood. Graev whined as if in pity of the girl, and then began licking her face to revive her. Ilandi had never in her time with her pet seen him act in such a way. In part, it worried her, and yet in another way it also put her mind more at ease. If Graev were comfortable around this human priest, then perhaps it was safe for Ilandi to trust her as well. She still stood uncertain about the blood elf and recent tauren company, however.
When the priest stirred, Ilandi offered out a hand, her first true attempt to make peace and offer alliance to this human. She could not, though, force any sort of smile on her clearly concerned and rather confused face.
"Something quite odd happened," she explained, though not knowing where to begin. "I think some force used you to speak through... Go now..." she repeated after the voices. "Where? What just happened?" she managed to ask to no one and everyone. Though basic was not her first or primary language, Ilandi had quickly learned and caught onto it in a way very inhuman to absorb such knowledge. She did, however, still possess an accent. "I'm sorry," she apologized, almost fearful she would upset those that had caused the sudden outburst, "but I'm afraid I just don't understand." She wondered if the war the human had seemingly unknowingly spoke of was the war the Burning Legion had brought upon them.
~
Dropping the massive and now rotting head of the great dragon beast so unfashionably on top the table in the room of the mayor, the night elf stood, not displeased, arms crossed in success, head tilted ever so slightly with a faint hint of a grin on his finely chiseled face, glowing from head to toe in brilliance. Darkshire was not a town that he made an effort to traverse to often, if ever, a place he rather despised out of loathing for the gloom and sorrow that seemed etched in the atmosphere of the place. In the light of the rapidly setting sun which entered the large, open room through the numerous windows lined in dust and grime, for they had never seen a cloth or been so fortunate as to have even thought of being cleaned, Orophin, for that was the name that was so thoughtfully chosen for him, appeared a striking presence, tall and muscular, hidden behind the mask that was his hood.
"Ah!" exclaimed the porky mayor with pleasure. "I see you have done what I've asked," he spoke, his words formed to sound almost as if her were surprised. "Not that I didn't think you could," he quickly added with a little wink as to not disrespect the man that stood before him, for he did, indeed, succeed in performing a great deed to not just the mayor, but the entire town itself, however little the town was. "Now that the beast is ridden of us, it can haunt our tradesman and travelers no longer. We are free of this curse, Orophin!" cried the mayor, roughly patting the superior night elf on the shoulder.
As he left town, mounted so high on the back of his night-colored cat, Orophin left as sudden and undetected as he had arrived. Though he was a sight to go hard to miss, he had, through careful yet unintentional timing, exited Darkshire just as the townspeople had collected outside the mayor's building to see for themselves the head of their dragon which they were no longer slaves to. During the mayhem and chaos of the up-roaring crowd, the night elf simply approached his feline mount around the corner of the inn, and slipped out, unnoticed. It suited him just fine. He did not expect nor desire any sort of praise or congratulations. After collecting his gold, he had no more need to remain in this town. He was a vigilante, traveling from place to place, never settling, only helping those in need when law and rule would either ignore them or go against whatever Orophin deemed to be the correct solution to help its people. He was a savior in his own right, a cloaked and unknown angel hidden behind modesty and lack of appreciation for the common conversation. No one knew his name expect for his enemies. Those that he met only hired him because of his sheer ability to convince them of his worth. Now that his work was done in Duskwood, he traveled south, through the mountains and down the path that led him through the Rebel Outpost in Stranglethorn Vale, and towards the next town that could use his assistance.
His face formed the look of determination, unchanging and serene as he rode with a grace and ease that only a night elf and it's cat could accomplish. As they journeyed south to whatever fate, the sun lowering itself off the coast, reflecting radiant warm colors into the peaceful waters, a tooth attached to a leather necklace, larger than any most had ever seen, a recent accessory, danced from the neck of the elf, bobbing up and down with each stride of the feline beast.
After the woman, or rather, the voices passing through the woman had spoken, the draenei hunter, side-glancing her wolf companion, made no notion to speak, both at a loss and utterly confused. What had she meant? Why was she meant to accompany these strangers? What purpose did this totem have to begin with? Not to mention, what sort of power lay within it? Enchantments were beyond Ilandi's knowledge. She had not practiced such a craft, and thus had no clue as to how hard it would be to grant such an item with such power nor no knowledge as to how much energy could be enclosed within such a thing. All she knew, was her own journey, her own quest. She had made it her duty to eventually one day return to Outland, to the rest of her people who had not escaped, and bring them here to live amongst not only these other foreign races, but reunite them with the other draenei in The Exodar. Now, to be set so off course, it put Ilandi in a state of confusion and puzzlement. Was this truly the path fate had taken her on? Was this something she was meant to do before traveling to the other planet, or planetoid rather?
Breathing out silently a long and slow breath, the hunter managed to get ahold of herself, at least for but a moment. Staring blankly at the recently collapsed woman, she realized she felt no fear for the human. Perhaps only because of the recent startle this woman gave them, speaking in voices unworldly amongst the rapidly dispersing crowd while the grinning goblin innkeeper desperately pretended not to have heard a word, attempting to calm those that remained with a cup of their brew on the house.
Graev was perhaps one of the first to react, lowering his head to first sniff and then nudge the woman. Determining her unthreatening, it caused Ilandi to relax somewhat, her breaths coming in easier now and more slowly, her heart not needing to pump so much blood. Graev whined as if in pity of the girl, and then began licking her face to revive her. Ilandi had never in her time with her pet seen him act in such a way. In part, it worried her, and yet in another way it also put her mind more at ease. If Graev were comfortable around this human priest, then perhaps it was safe for Ilandi to trust her as well. She still stood uncertain about the blood elf and recent tauren company, however.
When the priest stirred, Ilandi offered out a hand, her first true attempt to make peace and offer alliance to this human. She could not, though, force any sort of smile on her clearly concerned and rather confused face.
"Something quite odd happened," she explained, though not knowing where to begin. "I think some force used you to speak through... Go now..." she repeated after the voices. "Where? What just happened?" she managed to ask to no one and everyone. Though basic was not her first or primary language, Ilandi had quickly learned and caught onto it in a way very inhuman to absorb such knowledge. She did, however, still possess an accent. "I'm sorry," she apologized, almost fearful she would upset those that had caused the sudden outburst, "but I'm afraid I just don't understand." She wondered if the war the human had seemingly unknowingly spoke of was the war the Burning Legion had brought upon them.
~
Dropping the massive and now rotting head of the great dragon beast so unfashionably on top the table in the room of the mayor, the night elf stood, not displeased, arms crossed in success, head tilted ever so slightly with a faint hint of a grin on his finely chiseled face, glowing from head to toe in brilliance. Darkshire was not a town that he made an effort to traverse to often, if ever, a place he rather despised out of loathing for the gloom and sorrow that seemed etched in the atmosphere of the place. In the light of the rapidly setting sun which entered the large, open room through the numerous windows lined in dust and grime, for they had never seen a cloth or been so fortunate as to have even thought of being cleaned, Orophin, for that was the name that was so thoughtfully chosen for him, appeared a striking presence, tall and muscular, hidden behind the mask that was his hood.
"Ah!" exclaimed the porky mayor with pleasure. "I see you have done what I've asked," he spoke, his words formed to sound almost as if her were surprised. "Not that I didn't think you could," he quickly added with a little wink as to not disrespect the man that stood before him, for he did, indeed, succeed in performing a great deed to not just the mayor, but the entire town itself, however little the town was. "Now that the beast is ridden of us, it can haunt our tradesman and travelers no longer. We are free of this curse, Orophin!" cried the mayor, roughly patting the superior night elf on the shoulder.
As he left town, mounted so high on the back of his night-colored cat, Orophin left as sudden and undetected as he had arrived. Though he was a sight to go hard to miss, he had, through careful yet unintentional timing, exited Darkshire just as the townspeople had collected outside the mayor's building to see for themselves the head of their dragon which they were no longer slaves to. During the mayhem and chaos of the up-roaring crowd, the night elf simply approached his feline mount around the corner of the inn, and slipped out, unnoticed. It suited him just fine. He did not expect nor desire any sort of praise or congratulations. After collecting his gold, he had no more need to remain in this town. He was a vigilante, traveling from place to place, never settling, only helping those in need when law and rule would either ignore them or go against whatever Orophin deemed to be the correct solution to help its people. He was a savior in his own right, a cloaked and unknown angel hidden behind modesty and lack of appreciation for the common conversation. No one knew his name expect for his enemies. Those that he met only hired him because of his sheer ability to convince them of his worth. Now that his work was done in Duskwood, he traveled south, through the mountains and down the path that led him through the Rebel Outpost in Stranglethorn Vale, and towards the next town that could use his assistance.
His face formed the look of determination, unchanging and serene as he rode with a grace and ease that only a night elf and it's cat could accomplish. As they journeyed south to whatever fate, the sun lowering itself off the coast, reflecting radiant warm colors into the peaceful waters, a tooth attached to a leather necklace, larger than any most had ever seen, a recent accessory, danced from the neck of the elf, bobbing up and down with each stride of the feline beast.
Ilandi made an effort to explain as best she could, trying desperately not to meet the eyes of Mentasa as she talked, attempting to recall everything before glancing up to see her reaction. It was as she had assumed. The draenei, still unsure about the situation, observed their little group once more. It was quite an odd sort to be teaming together, if that was truly what they were intended to do. Two of the Horde and two of the Alliance. Well balanced, to say the least, but complete strangers and utter opposites. For a group such as them to accomplish something so great and to overcome their own feuding would be a major achievement in itself.
Coughing, as to break the growing tension, Ilandi's white, pupil-less eyes jumped from one to the other, and at last, she said rather awkwardly, "I'm Ilandi, by the way..." more to the human woman than anyone else, though she made an effort to meet the eyes of the blood elf and tauren as well. Graev barked, so as not to be forgotten. "Oh, and this is my wolf, Graev. Sorry about that," she quickly added to the priest, eyeing the slobber her pet had gotten all over from his endeavors to wake the fallen woman. "It appears," she started, glancing up at the goblin innkeeper so as to make sure he or anyone else for that matter were no longer interested in listening in on their conversation, which was all but wishful thinking considering the almost demonic-like voices that had only just erupted moments ago, so Ilandi spoke more quietly, "that we have a great task on our hands."
The sun though was already in the process of setting. It wouldn't be wise for anyone to travel in the danger of the night, especially when the destination was so unclear. Just as the draenei was considering all their options, a tall figure appeared in the doorway, blocking out what little rays of sun were left. His features were almost impossible to make out, as his clothing covered the length of his well-built body. He wore some armor, which lead to the conclusion that he was no stranger to battle, and the way that he carried himself was enough to make those around him clear a path so that he may be allowed to enter the inn.
His presence was so demanding in fact, that even the small group of the tauren, blood elf, human, and draenei stopped to observe him as he brushed past them and made his way to the deep-voiced goblin innkeeper. "I need a room," he spoke in a hushed yet surprisingly not so demanding way. Taken aback, as if this man, whoever he was, would harm him, the goblin stumbled for words.
"Uh, yes, yes right this way," he ushered, holding a hand out to the staircase. "You'll find an empty one on the top floor at the very end." Ilandi pictured the room directly next to her own.
"Thank you," nodded the man hidden behind a hood. He didn't even have to so much as pay as Ilandi had.
He glanced over only for a moment at the group of them, a few of the only ones left now in the cramped and musty old inn, and Ilandi, sensing a bit of familiarity, was sure she saw a vague smile on his lips, that and his nose the only things evident on his face.
Coughing, as to break the growing tension, Ilandi's white, pupil-less eyes jumped from one to the other, and at last, she said rather awkwardly, "I'm Ilandi, by the way..." more to the human woman than anyone else, though she made an effort to meet the eyes of the blood elf and tauren as well. Graev barked, so as not to be forgotten. "Oh, and this is my wolf, Graev. Sorry about that," she quickly added to the priest, eyeing the slobber her pet had gotten all over from his endeavors to wake the fallen woman. "It appears," she started, glancing up at the goblin innkeeper so as to make sure he or anyone else for that matter were no longer interested in listening in on their conversation, which was all but wishful thinking considering the almost demonic-like voices that had only just erupted moments ago, so Ilandi spoke more quietly, "that we have a great task on our hands."
The sun though was already in the process of setting. It wouldn't be wise for anyone to travel in the danger of the night, especially when the destination was so unclear. Just as the draenei was considering all their options, a tall figure appeared in the doorway, blocking out what little rays of sun were left. His features were almost impossible to make out, as his clothing covered the length of his well-built body. He wore some armor, which lead to the conclusion that he was no stranger to battle, and the way that he carried himself was enough to make those around him clear a path so that he may be allowed to enter the inn.
His presence was so demanding in fact, that even the small group of the tauren, blood elf, human, and draenei stopped to observe him as he brushed past them and made his way to the deep-voiced goblin innkeeper. "I need a room," he spoke in a hushed yet surprisingly not so demanding way. Taken aback, as if this man, whoever he was, would harm him, the goblin stumbled for words.
"Uh, yes, yes right this way," he ushered, holding a hand out to the staircase. "You'll find an empty one on the top floor at the very end." Ilandi pictured the room directly next to her own.
"Thank you," nodded the man hidden behind a hood. He didn't even have to so much as pay as Ilandi had.
He glanced over only for a moment at the group of them, a few of the only ones left now in the cramped and musty old inn, and Ilandi, sensing a bit of familiarity, was sure she saw a vague smile on his lips, that and his nose the only things evident on his face.
The night elf's reaction to the blood elf's spell was nothing less than what could be expected. Turning in place so quickly that the tiny flame was put out by the mere wind of the turn, he locked eyes with the race he, like the draenei, despised the bloods elves greatly. "Do not take me for a fool," he said in a deep voice. "Your actions do not go unnoticed." He eyed her pockets where the money went, then back up to her, and then turned and left, uncaring.
At first, Ilandi was infuriated by the bold and foolish words of the wicked blood elf, but, as she continued to speak, allowing herself to sound all the more arrogant with each venomous word to pass through her vile lips, it appeared as if she almost didn't know with what she spoke of, pulling insults from thin air. As Cersei finished, the draenei found herself not quite as insulted as she was more humored, attempting to hold back a grin. Besides that, the ever-young appearing draenei had different things slip into her mind at the moment.
She side-glanced the staircase to where the recent guess had departed. She was unable to make out whom he was, though his presence was intoxicatingly familiar and comforting. Though she could not see the face that lie under his hood, she had the vague idea that he was, in fact, a night elf. Unable to put her finger on it at the moment, Ilandi's instincts were telling her to believe it to be so. Momentarily distracted, she had completely lost sense of her surroundings, even forgetting the crude blood elf, whom she had deemed juvenile, though she kept her thoughts to herself, not wishing to cause any more setbacks if they were to have to travel together like it was appearing they would. Graev's faint brush up against her goat-like legs brought her back down to Earth, eyes fixating on the the tauren now. Though in allegiance with the Horde, her feelings towards the bovine-looking creature weren't entirely unwelcoming and she found that Serddek's quiet nature was rather appealing.
"Don't flatter yourself," countered Ilandi with an air of grace, the words floating off her tongue in a cool yet tranquil manor, "I wouldn't taint my name by coming near you."
The loathing for their race, she realized, was everlasting. What they did to the draenei's second home and to them was unforgivable. And even when you got one of their kind alone, they still acted and behaved just as the whole lot of them had come to be expected to. She would, Ilandi decided, put up with just this one, for now, but only because it was what the fates commanded. The Light, nevertheless, would be her protection through all.
"Graev," Ilandi spoke so abruptly and intensely that it caused her companion to stand up straight and face her with readiness. "Upstairs," she instructed clearly, referring to their room. "I think it's time we turn in for the night," she suggested to the rest of them. "If you need a place to stay," she added, moving in towards them and hushing her voice some, "may I suggest finding some place different," Ilandi said through gritted teeth, eyeing their less than fabulous surroundings. "We can meet at the gryphons tomorrow morning, 8 AM sharp. Does that sound alright to you all?" she asked, sternly meeting the eyes of the blood elf so as to make it clear she was to pass on the information to the tauren. "Whatever job we have to do," Ilandi continued in a low voice, more to herself than anyone, "I only hope it won't be worth all our lives..."
She had much to think over that night, mainly as to where they would be headed in the morning. That part was never made clear in the least. All that she knew, was that they were, somehow, on the brink of war. Perhaps restoring this strange amulet to its rightful place could prevent it then? That seemed wishful thinking, but the draenei's hopes did not falter, as her alliances were with the Naaru.
After the group had gone their separate ways, Ilandi disappeared up the stairs of the now dark, candlelit inn. Graev was already passed out on the bed next to her own, curled up at the foot of the bed, snoring slightly. She smiled inwardly to herself, about ready to enter the room through the hole, but something stopped her. She had the unmistakable feeling of being watched. Turning, she made sure no one had followed her up the stairs. The entire floor was dark and, apparently, empty. Her feelings told her otherwise though. She remembered the man from earlier who was staying in the room right next to hers, and, unable to stop herself, she silently approached his door, expecting it to be closed. Instead though, it was wide open, revealing an empty room inside. Stunned, she gasped, confused. Simultaneously, a soft chuckle could be heard from the corner of the upstairs area at the end of the hall. Turning in one quick pivot, she spotted him, still wearing his cloak, though without his armored shoulder pads any longer. He was standing propped up against the wall, arms crossed, head tilted down, the same hint of a smile present on his lips.
Before Ilandi could say anything, he said, in an almost seductive tone, "I wondered when you'd be coming to bed."
Hesitating a moment, she took in his words. So familiar they sounded, so almost dream-like. She knew she had heard his voice before. He stood only feet from her, not far from his doorway, and suddenly the scent of him entered her nose, fresh and sweet. And then, the memories flooded back to her -- fields of evergreen, shards of crystal, walking amidst the horror and beauty, sharing in their stories and tales, forever forming a bond unbreakable. Orophin, the night elf. It was he whom she had first met since crashing on The Exodar, he whom she, unknowingly at the time, had begun to fall in love with. They had met only once since then, and it was but for a brief moment, but one in which she had not forgotten. He had acquired new armor and clothing since then, but he carried the same valiant air about him.
"Orophin," she spoke in a heartfelt whisper, nearing him until they were only inches apart. "I thought I recognized something about you. Why didn't you...?" she trailed, eyes searching his own.
"You seemed busy," he explained, mouth opened somewhat in a curious smile.
She lowered her eyes. Already she had forgotten about the strange group and her serious duties she would be taking on not so lightly. She didn't have to explain though. He lifted her blue-skinned chin so as to meet her brilliant white eyes, glowing faintly in the dark once more. She offered a kind smile, so very glad to be in his company once again. Lifting her hands, she brought herself to pull back his hood to reveal the elven face beneath, long ears and purple-blue skin now clearly evident. Her smile grew and he watched in roused curiosity her every move. Lowering his head, he lingered but a moment, her soft lips tingling at the near touch of him. Then he embraced her, long and passionate until all the world seemed to melt away behind him and nothing, not all the wars or Legions or blood elves themselves seemed to make a difference.
"Come," he spoke gently afterwards. "I will keep you warm this night."
At first, Ilandi was infuriated by the bold and foolish words of the wicked blood elf, but, as she continued to speak, allowing herself to sound all the more arrogant with each venomous word to pass through her vile lips, it appeared as if she almost didn't know with what she spoke of, pulling insults from thin air. As Cersei finished, the draenei found herself not quite as insulted as she was more humored, attempting to hold back a grin. Besides that, the ever-young appearing draenei had different things slip into her mind at the moment.
She side-glanced the staircase to where the recent guess had departed. She was unable to make out whom he was, though his presence was intoxicatingly familiar and comforting. Though she could not see the face that lie under his hood, she had the vague idea that he was, in fact, a night elf. Unable to put her finger on it at the moment, Ilandi's instincts were telling her to believe it to be so. Momentarily distracted, she had completely lost sense of her surroundings, even forgetting the crude blood elf, whom she had deemed juvenile, though she kept her thoughts to herself, not wishing to cause any more setbacks if they were to have to travel together like it was appearing they would. Graev's faint brush up against her goat-like legs brought her back down to Earth, eyes fixating on the the tauren now. Though in allegiance with the Horde, her feelings towards the bovine-looking creature weren't entirely unwelcoming and she found that Serddek's quiet nature was rather appealing.
"Don't flatter yourself," countered Ilandi with an air of grace, the words floating off her tongue in a cool yet tranquil manor, "I wouldn't taint my name by coming near you."
The loathing for their race, she realized, was everlasting. What they did to the draenei's second home and to them was unforgivable. And even when you got one of their kind alone, they still acted and behaved just as the whole lot of them had come to be expected to. She would, Ilandi decided, put up with just this one, for now, but only because it was what the fates commanded. The Light, nevertheless, would be her protection through all.
"Graev," Ilandi spoke so abruptly and intensely that it caused her companion to stand up straight and face her with readiness. "Upstairs," she instructed clearly, referring to their room. "I think it's time we turn in for the night," she suggested to the rest of them. "If you need a place to stay," she added, moving in towards them and hushing her voice some, "may I suggest finding some place different," Ilandi said through gritted teeth, eyeing their less than fabulous surroundings. "We can meet at the gryphons tomorrow morning, 8 AM sharp. Does that sound alright to you all?" she asked, sternly meeting the eyes of the blood elf so as to make it clear she was to pass on the information to the tauren. "Whatever job we have to do," Ilandi continued in a low voice, more to herself than anyone, "I only hope it won't be worth all our lives..."
She had much to think over that night, mainly as to where they would be headed in the morning. That part was never made clear in the least. All that she knew, was that they were, somehow, on the brink of war. Perhaps restoring this strange amulet to its rightful place could prevent it then? That seemed wishful thinking, but the draenei's hopes did not falter, as her alliances were with the Naaru.
After the group had gone their separate ways, Ilandi disappeared up the stairs of the now dark, candlelit inn. Graev was already passed out on the bed next to her own, curled up at the foot of the bed, snoring slightly. She smiled inwardly to herself, about ready to enter the room through the hole, but something stopped her. She had the unmistakable feeling of being watched. Turning, she made sure no one had followed her up the stairs. The entire floor was dark and, apparently, empty. Her feelings told her otherwise though. She remembered the man from earlier who was staying in the room right next to hers, and, unable to stop herself, she silently approached his door, expecting it to be closed. Instead though, it was wide open, revealing an empty room inside. Stunned, she gasped, confused. Simultaneously, a soft chuckle could be heard from the corner of the upstairs area at the end of the hall. Turning in one quick pivot, she spotted him, still wearing his cloak, though without his armored shoulder pads any longer. He was standing propped up against the wall, arms crossed, head tilted down, the same hint of a smile present on his lips.
Before Ilandi could say anything, he said, in an almost seductive tone, "I wondered when you'd be coming to bed."
Hesitating a moment, she took in his words. So familiar they sounded, so almost dream-like. She knew she had heard his voice before. He stood only feet from her, not far from his doorway, and suddenly the scent of him entered her nose, fresh and sweet. And then, the memories flooded back to her -- fields of evergreen, shards of crystal, walking amidst the horror and beauty, sharing in their stories and tales, forever forming a bond unbreakable. Orophin, the night elf. It was he whom she had first met since crashing on The Exodar, he whom she, unknowingly at the time, had begun to fall in love with. They had met only once since then, and it was but for a brief moment, but one in which she had not forgotten. He had acquired new armor and clothing since then, but he carried the same valiant air about him.
"Orophin," she spoke in a heartfelt whisper, nearing him until they were only inches apart. "I thought I recognized something about you. Why didn't you...?" she trailed, eyes searching his own.
"You seemed busy," he explained, mouth opened somewhat in a curious smile.
She lowered her eyes. Already she had forgotten about the strange group and her serious duties she would be taking on not so lightly. She didn't have to explain though. He lifted her blue-skinned chin so as to meet her brilliant white eyes, glowing faintly in the dark once more. She offered a kind smile, so very glad to be in his company once again. Lifting her hands, she brought herself to pull back his hood to reveal the elven face beneath, long ears and purple-blue skin now clearly evident. Her smile grew and he watched in roused curiosity her every move. Lowering his head, he lingered but a moment, her soft lips tingling at the near touch of him. Then he embraced her, long and passionate until all the world seemed to melt away behind him and nothing, not all the wars or Legions or blood elves themselves seemed to make a difference.
"Come," he spoke gently afterwards. "I will keep you warm this night."
The night was but a moment's passing in time, seemingly brief but unforgettable all the same. Ilandi woke beside Orophin, her hands clinging to his heck and his wrapped around her side. She had to sigh, unable to hold back a smile as she blinked her eyes open to the most gorgeous sight she herself was able to picture. He too woke with her, smiling down at her. His bare chest, rising and falling with each passing breath made Ilandi's mind tease with thoughts.
The two were able to go about their morning business in a silent yet blissful way. Graev, still asleep in the next room, was so passed out that he had not even noticed that his master had never come to bed last night. When she was ready, Ilandi went next door to wake her wolf. Doing so for anyone else was a risky and dangerous thing to do. Even she herself had to be somewhat careful. He awoke with an irritated snarl, whining, and then rolling out of bed. Ilandi snickered.
"Come on, you bum," she said, patting his back which was in arm's length from her standing position.
She had to take on more of a serious nature now though. It was, already, time to decide where they were to go. She was planning on thinking it all over more the previous night, but was rather distracted. And then, rather suddenly, it occurred to her -- she would have to say her goodbyes to the night elf.
Reentering his room with a small knock, she found him finishing up putting on the last of his armor. When he turned around to face her, he was entirely suited up again, looking all the more dashing in her eyes. He smiled but hers faded. Sensing something was off, he approached her slowly and placed a tender hand on her arm, eyes meeting, his searching hers for answers.
"I must go. I have to be somewhere. I'm..." she glanced up at the ancient clock on his wall, "already late," her tone dropping.
"I understand," he replied much to her surprise. "Then I shall go with you." The words formed and passed through his mouth, but they took double the time to register with Ilandi. Did he truly say what she desperately hoped he did? "I am certain you are in no need of a guardian," he spoke with assuredness, "as you already have Graev, not to mention your trusty weapons and natural ability in battle." He was being overly kind, she thought. "But I myself am a traveling vigilante. It is the duty I have put on myself to journey, endlessly, helping those that require my assistance. Wherever it is that you and those others venture, I will not ask as it is not my business to know, I have no doubt it would benefit me as well as you if I were to accompany your group."
As he finished, Ilandi, smiling from ear to pointy ear embraced him in a thankful hug. "Yes," she then managed to say, looking up at him. He was, after all, right about what he said. She knew how skilled of a warrior he was, a master priest, and he would no doubt come in very handy on their adventure.
As the group of three, Ilandi, Orophin, and Graev made their way up the planks to the griffyns that awaited riders from above, she was displeased to see that they were the last ones to be there. Somewhat embarrassed as she was the one to make it clear to be there at eight, she managed a shy-like smile, glancing over at her new companion. She was glad to see that the human priest had somehow managed to come across new clothes, happy for her.
"I'm sorry we're late," she then said, almost in a more thick gypsy-like accent. "I ran into a friend. He is a high priest, a master healer, and he wishes to travel with us for his own business while helping us along the way. I realize we already have a priest of our own," she acknowledged, "but we cannot go wrong with the more people that are willing to help our cause," she justified. "Would it be alright with all of you?" she asked hopefully in a tiny, feminine voice.
The two were able to go about their morning business in a silent yet blissful way. Graev, still asleep in the next room, was so passed out that he had not even noticed that his master had never come to bed last night. When she was ready, Ilandi went next door to wake her wolf. Doing so for anyone else was a risky and dangerous thing to do. Even she herself had to be somewhat careful. He awoke with an irritated snarl, whining, and then rolling out of bed. Ilandi snickered.
"Come on, you bum," she said, patting his back which was in arm's length from her standing position.
She had to take on more of a serious nature now though. It was, already, time to decide where they were to go. She was planning on thinking it all over more the previous night, but was rather distracted. And then, rather suddenly, it occurred to her -- she would have to say her goodbyes to the night elf.
Reentering his room with a small knock, she found him finishing up putting on the last of his armor. When he turned around to face her, he was entirely suited up again, looking all the more dashing in her eyes. He smiled but hers faded. Sensing something was off, he approached her slowly and placed a tender hand on her arm, eyes meeting, his searching hers for answers.
"I must go. I have to be somewhere. I'm..." she glanced up at the ancient clock on his wall, "already late," her tone dropping.
"I understand," he replied much to her surprise. "Then I shall go with you." The words formed and passed through his mouth, but they took double the time to register with Ilandi. Did he truly say what she desperately hoped he did? "I am certain you are in no need of a guardian," he spoke with assuredness, "as you already have Graev, not to mention your trusty weapons and natural ability in battle." He was being overly kind, she thought. "But I myself am a traveling vigilante. It is the duty I have put on myself to journey, endlessly, helping those that require my assistance. Wherever it is that you and those others venture, I will not ask as it is not my business to know, I have no doubt it would benefit me as well as you if I were to accompany your group."
As he finished, Ilandi, smiling from ear to pointy ear embraced him in a thankful hug. "Yes," she then managed to say, looking up at him. He was, after all, right about what he said. She knew how skilled of a warrior he was, a master priest, and he would no doubt come in very handy on their adventure.
As the group of three, Ilandi, Orophin, and Graev made their way up the planks to the griffyns that awaited riders from above, she was displeased to see that they were the last ones to be there. Somewhat embarrassed as she was the one to make it clear to be there at eight, she managed a shy-like smile, glancing over at her new companion. She was glad to see that the human priest had somehow managed to come across new clothes, happy for her.
"I'm sorry we're late," she then said, almost in a more thick gypsy-like accent. "I ran into a friend. He is a high priest, a master healer, and he wishes to travel with us for his own business while helping us along the way. I realize we already have a priest of our own," she acknowledged, "but we cannot go wrong with the more people that are willing to help our cause," she justified. "Would it be alright with all of you?" she asked hopefully in a tiny, feminine voice.
After it was decided that Orophin was a welcome member of their rather peculiar party, it was Ilandi whom, much to her disappoint, they seemed to have turned to for answers. A look of pure distraught told them, though, that she was just as lost as they were. Not exactly having the opportunity to think things over the night before, not to mention somewhat lacking in sleep, she was forced to think on the moment, weighing all the options, considering everything and all the knowledge she possessed at the moment, which, truth be told, wasn't a lot to go on.
Strangely enough, it was Orophin who made the suggestion. Ilandi had filled him in on their predicament on their walk up to the griffyns, though he had been kind enough to let her explain it and to not ask, athough he couldn't admit that he wasn't curious.
"May I suggest Menethil Harbor?" the night elf spoke, breaking the silence.
"Why The Wetlands?" Ilandi asked immediately, as it broke her concentration.
He offered an apologetic smile to her, and explained, "Well, you see, I've made my way south on my journeys through the Eastern Kingdoms as of late, and when I first docked at Menethil Harbor, there was strange talk about, the hushed sort that normally is kept indoors. This talk though was widespread, whispers making their way all about the town. I hardly could step into the weapon smith's shop without hearing word of war to come or foretold disaster." He frowned, as if thinking back deeply. "Yes," continued the night elf, holding his chin, "although I had my own business to attend to as I first arrived here, I couldn't ignore the gossip and chatter that the locals had bouncing between them. I cannot say where it is that you are meant to take this amulet, but I believe that The Wetlands may be a good place to start."
As he finished, Ilandi taking in his every word, nodded slowly. Although what he had to say was vague, it was the best they had right now. The black wolf at her side barked loudly in anticipation. Orophin watched the Tauren, seeking her approval first above the others. Though not of the Alliance, his experience with the mostly peaceful race had led him to earn their respect.
Strangely enough, it was Orophin who made the suggestion. Ilandi had filled him in on their predicament on their walk up to the griffyns, though he had been kind enough to let her explain it and to not ask, athough he couldn't admit that he wasn't curious.
"May I suggest Menethil Harbor?" the night elf spoke, breaking the silence.
"Why The Wetlands?" Ilandi asked immediately, as it broke her concentration.
He offered an apologetic smile to her, and explained, "Well, you see, I've made my way south on my journeys through the Eastern Kingdoms as of late, and when I first docked at Menethil Harbor, there was strange talk about, the hushed sort that normally is kept indoors. This talk though was widespread, whispers making their way all about the town. I hardly could step into the weapon smith's shop without hearing word of war to come or foretold disaster." He frowned, as if thinking back deeply. "Yes," continued the night elf, holding his chin, "although I had my own business to attend to as I first arrived here, I couldn't ignore the gossip and chatter that the locals had bouncing between them. I cannot say where it is that you are meant to take this amulet, but I believe that The Wetlands may be a good place to start."
As he finished, Ilandi taking in his every word, nodded slowly. Although what he had to say was vague, it was the best they had right now. The black wolf at her side barked loudly in anticipation. Orophin watched the Tauren, seeking her approval first above the others. Though not of the Alliance, his experience with the mostly peaceful race had led him to earn their respect.
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