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Morning Light: Thread 1: In Media Res The Foreword!jSaxman3BgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550358[Last 50 Posts]

#ask/invite #canon: lost light universe #era: six hours before high noon #no but for real it's a fantasy au #era: morning light

It is a time of legends.

The world has never known more peril than it does in these halcyon days, nor has the sun above it ever shone brighter for the brave and noble souls that stand against the forces that want the mortal world for themselves.

Twenty years have passed since the greatest of Man's princes turned traitor and took up the mantle of the Lich King, sitting in his citadel of ice and bone in the far north of the world, plotting the downfall of all things good and pure in existence, and yet all his necrotic might and icy hatred has been for naught against the heroism of the cities that were once his and the arms and armies of other cities still that never trusted him, even in the days where he yet possessed a soul of his own.

It has been ten years since the disaster at Kaprika, an entire civilization vanishing overnight, sucked screaming into the realm of Chaos and leaving behind a frigid hellscape of capering demons and embittered, haggard survivors, a place where the veil between material and immaterial is treacherously thin and the unknowable things that wish to gnaw on the bones of the myriad mortal races and spit the gristle out claw feverishly at the bars of their cages, shrieking and gibbering where none can hear, but for every demon that bursts through reality like a swollen, diseased pustule, there are twenty silver-armored figures of the Seventh Legion to stamp it out, purple bolts of witchfire splashing off their armor like greasy smoke and tortured, inhuman shrieks falling on deaf ears as these few elite among Stormwind's countless defenders condemn the beast to another eternity of seeking an entrance into the materium.

It has been five years since the formation of the Orders, fraternal organizations that seek to look beyond border disputes and age-old blood feuds to protect their various homes and ensure all are ready for the next inevitable crisis, for there are always more crises, more than could ever be put into words; those named are but a few among innumerable, just as the glories and honors of these days. The orcish warriors of Orgrimmar raise a shout of joy and pride to rival any cheer of Stormwind's human sons at news of slain titanic beasts or repelled demonic incursions; the archmagi and nether-scholae of the College work tirelessly to bring new arcane wonders into the world just as eagerly as the dwarvish blacksmiths and runesmiths of Ironforge show off their newest inventions to the merchant-lords of Reeve. Every war sees new wonders created and discovered in tandem, every spat between Horde and Alliance is in spite of how well their soldiers have overcome the Fallen Son's latest plans. It is a world of contradictions and sureties, myths and mysteries.

Rejoice in what it means to know honor and glory, for these are words that mean a million things to a million beings but have never been more universally understood. Marvel at the wonders of the age, for to live here is to witness an epoch of discovery and remembrance, to see gods and science existing side by side.

It is a world where adventure can be found wherever it is sought, and where the battle must never be forsaken, no matter how dire.

It is merely a matter of time.

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>the term "Lost Lands" could mean many things to many different people, and across many different places
>but for the locals, their Lost Lands were a grim reminder of a harsh life: the woods found in the area weren't necessarily thick, but they carried with it a much worse curse
>very few things lived in those woods, for the vegetation had found a way to prevent it; the few species of plants and trees that survived there were almost universally poisonous
>exactly how this happened had been a subject of speculation for generations, with theories raging from a spell gone wrong, to the mad experiments of a dwarven scientist
>whatever the real cause, the soil was tainted and useless for farming, and the nearby populations could do little but pray the poison seeped into the ground never spread onto the waterways

>that wasn't to say entrance into the Lost Lands was an immediately death sentence; far from it, those who knew how to navigate through the woods with the right equipment and protection, covering themselves in special ointment to protect from the poison, could do so quite freely

>but even if one could, very few ever actually wanted to, for the Lost Lands had proven to be a safe haven for dangerous raider gangs that could slip in and out of the woods with impunity

>and today, it would seem that these raiders had gathered for what seemed to be a sickening display

>six raiders in total, elves in the majority, gathered around a ring of fire, striking metal buckets in a frenzied rhythm as they hollered and laughed loudly at the flames
>and in the center of those flames, sitting atop a boulder, was a small figure with her hands and legs bound together
>and the longer this went, the flames only seemed to burn higher, getting precariously close to the young girl inside the circle of fire...

Tesya!2/0gPatch.Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550385

>Tesya called herself a nomad
>really, she just wandered to places that she was curious about. From the more dangerous places to the mundane.
>being a minotaur, most of the time she stood out, standing above even the tallest of humans.

>wandering through the woods "Lost Lands," taking a bite of one of the dry rations she brought with her, the minotaur was oddly cheerful looking for the dangerous and poisonous environment. Her larger body and biology likely meant she would survive the poisons, but she didn't want to take chances, a bit of poison resistant ointment was applied before hand.

>it was then she noticed the fire.

>making her way over, making a ruckus through the branches, she took a look...
>Raiders... And they had a hostage.
>she had to do something about it!

>a stealthy approach was the best option.

>The raiders would be greeted by the sight of a 8 foot something bovine girl, trying to slowly sneak up on the group, her hooves thumping with each step.

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>shockingly, the raiders had taken a bit of time before they realized what was coming towards them
>the loud banging of pots and pans might've helped it, but eventually they'd notice
>one of the elves turned her head, blinking as she noticed the giant minotaur approaching
>the other slowly came to a stop as well, all eyes now on Tesya's attempt at being stealthy
>with a unanimous grunt of "The fuck...?", the raiders quickly reached for their swords and axes, getting up from the floor to quickly charge at Tesya with frantic war cries

Tesya!2/0gPatch.Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550388


>Nope! Stealth didn't work!

>time for Plan B: The one she usually ended up resorting to: Punching them until they stop moving.

You won't be burning this girl!

>she said, swinging a fist in the direction of two of the attacking bandits. Attached to her built was a large metal hammer that swung back and forth. An emergency weapon if things got really dangerous.

>her skills in combat were impressive to say the least, especially foes stronger than her. Even grabbing one foe by his ankle and using him as a weapon

>with the bandits taking care of, the minotaur huffed and looked to the fire.
>rather than do the sensible thing and using a blade to cut the ropes and free her, she took a more blunt approach: Pushing the boulder the boulder away from the bonfire, suffering a few mild burns though. It took a bit of traction to get it moving after all.

Don't worry, Tesya's gotcha! Think you can get down now
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>amidst all the battle sounds and the roaring flames, the girl... didn't really do much
>she kept a very vacant stare on her wide eyes, only occasionally blinking them one at a time
>even once the giant horned lady approached, the girl remained sitting still and perfectly quiet as the boulder was dragged out of harm's way
>"Think you can get down now."



>the girl fell over onto her side, slowly rolling off of the boulder and landing on the floor with a light "fwoof!"

>she then rolled again onto her back, lifting her face from the dirt to stare up at the sky, not looking at all bothered by her hands and feet still being roped together
Land dwellers have weird rituals...

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>Next step was to cut the ropes. Picking up one of the daggers the bandits had, barely able to hold it in her large hands, she went back to the frog girl.

Yes, very scary rituals. Are you unharmed?

>she asked, kneeling down, cutting at the ropes tied around her ankles.

>she had her share of fights with bandits. A rough bunch. Highwaymen, purse snatchers, and robbers. Human sacrifice was a new one; at least she thought that the girl was human.

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>once the ropes were cut, the girl sat up properly
Sure. Why wouldn't I be?
>she looked at the strange horned land dweller, then over at the bandits lying on the ground
So... is this part of the initiation too?

No offense, but I'm starting think this group's not for me.

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>moving behind her with as much grace as a minotaur could use, she began to cut at the ropes around her wrists.


>The minotaur's face froze in confusion.

>Did she interrupt something she shouldn't have?

>she shook her head, laughing nervously

Haha! No no, any group that burns their initiates isn't a good group to join.

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>the girl hummed quietly
Well, I think the point was to not get burned... I think?

I was supposed to do something, but then forgot what that something was.

>shrugging her shoulders, the lanky girl pushed herself onto her feet, but remaining hunched over

Well, it's not important anymore. I should get back on my way. Lost a lot of travel time with this.
>she looked around, mostly just seeing a lot of trees and more trees

I might be lost...

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>Usually she was the clueless one. Somehow big eyes is more lost than her.

>pointing a thumb over her back, Tesya pointed the way she came.

>I least she thought it was the way she came. Everything in this forest looked the same to her.

I can show you the way out, I just came in here because it sounded like a good challenge to get through.

>grinning, the bovine beamed with pride, she put her hands on her hips.

They called it a deathtrap for adventurers! I took it as a challenge.

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>"I can show you the way out..."
>the girl turned to the minotaur, waiting for her to take the lead
>I took it as a challenge."
Do you often take certain death stuff as a challenge?


Is that why you have those things sticking out of your head?

Tesya!2/0gPatch.Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550398

I take danger as a challenge! It hasn't killed me yet. A dangerous monster attacking farms, a notorious criminal preying on the weak, or a dangerous place full of danger! What is life without a bit of certain death to keep you alive!

>she pumped her fist, seems like she only had one volume setting: Boisterous.

>as she looked for the way out, she paused at the comment.

My horns?

>she said, pointing to them.

A minotaur's horns are their most proud feature! You like them? Polish them every day.
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>"What is life without a bit of certain death to keep you alive!"
...that makes sense.
>the girl followed along, following the minotaur's steps and only moving when she did
>"A minotaur's horns are their most proud feature! You like them?"
Not really. They look like a headache.

My dad had a big pointy tooth growing out of his upper lip and kept complaining about how it always got in the way. He got stuck on doors a lot.

Having two of those on the sides of your head doesn't seem any more appealing.

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>Crossing her arms, the minotaur looked down at the smaller girl.
>how dare she insult her horns! Even after explaining how they were a minotaur's pride and joy.

>Tesya shrugged, making a quiet snorting sound.

Well, they don't get in the way for me. Unless I'm in a narrow space.

>looking over her shoulder, back to the bonfire.

>she hoped those people would be alright. They were bandits, but they would surely die if they were left there.

Er, come on, we'll cover more ground if I carry you.

>she said, picking up the odd girl like a doll.

I'm Tesya!

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>the girl seemed to either be oblivious to the offense she'd cause, or simply didn't care that much
>those eyes weren't very easy to read
>when Tesya's large hand grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, the girl almost instinctively reacted by tucking in her legs and arms near her chest, being carried around like a bag
>despite this, she didn't sound like it bothered her as she continued to speak normally
I thought you were a minotaur.

Well, nice meeting you anyway. Most people call me Hei Yu.

Not sure why; it's not my name, but everyone seems to know me for it, so it makes traveling easier.

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>ooooh dear
>this girl was a few cards short of a deck. A few notes short of a song, a few... something of something. Tesya wasn't too good with metaphors.

>looks like it was gonna be a bit of a long walk back to society. So she had some time to explain herself

Yes, I'm a Minotaur. My name is Tesya.

>Hei Yu... "Hey you?"

I think "hey you" is a greeting. What's your actual name?

>Little Ones were so funny. While confused and concerned, she was getting a bit of mild amusement out of it.

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>"I think 'hey you' is a greeting."
Huh... Didn't know my name actually meant something.
>she paused for a moment, remaining perfectly still and having to problem with being carried the way she was
>one thing Tesya might notice was how her hair felt a bit more wiry than one would normally expect hair to feel
>"What's you actual name?"
How am I supposed to know that?
>she glanced up at Tesya, but her expression didn't change in the slightest
...well, I guess I used to be called Notty down at the farm. Does that sound more like an actual name?

Tesya!2/0gPatch.Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550406

Er... Sure.

>she said, confused, but playing along with her.

You're an odd one!

>stepping over a bridge made from a fallen tree, made recently by Tesya from the hoof prints around the area, she pinched a lock of Notty's hair as she continued the conversation.

Where you from, Notty? Maybe I can drop you off there?

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>"Where you from, Notty?"
My village.

I'd be very grateful if you could drop me off there.

>she glanced up at Tesya again

I've been lost for days now, so finding someone who knows my way back is very lucky.

So thanks for taking time off from trying to kill yourself to do that, Two-Horns.

Tesya!2/0gPatch.Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550413

Could you point me to your village then! I'm sure they will be happy to see you return!

>she let out another loud laugh.

As long as they're fine with my type and my two horns stopping by briefly! Haha...

>her laughter drifted off though, as she realized a contradiction in their statements...

...Wait... You don't know your way back to your village, do you? It's not in the woods is it?

>she said, actually able to see the clearing outside of the woods far in the distance, any foliage and branches broken and trampled by the minotaur passing through earlier.

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>Notty blinked one eye, followed by the other eye, glancing up at Tesya again
I thought you were supposed to know that.
>she focused forward again, seeing the trees start to give way at last
No, I don't. Got caught in a storm and was washed away.


>she brought a finger up to her lip, thinking:

Or did I just wander off while searching for food...?

>lowering her finger again, she resumed:

Well, the end result was the same. I got lost, and haven't seen my village in days. Lots of them.
>she held up ten fingers
More than this many.

>glancing up at Tesya again, she then asked:

Are you lost too?

Tesya!2/0gPatch.Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550416

No, no, I am not lost.

>she said, continuing for the clearing.

>tapping her chin, she pondered... She couldn't just leave Notty alone. The girl didn't seem like the type who would last too long while along.

Let's stop by an inn first, how does that sound? Get some food, get some rest, then we'll figure out where your family is. I don't know where your family is, but I know people who can help find them!

>She was certain there were some missing person's fliers out now. Notty did stand out, so finding her family shouldn't be hard.

>as she talked, the clearing in the forest got closer and closer.

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>"Let's stop by an inn first, how does that sound?"
Like "let's stop by an inn first". But that's not a bad idea, actually.
>she glanced up at Tesya
I haven't eaten in a while, so food is appreciated.
>she paused, then looked up again
Do you think these people could help me find a woman too?

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I know a place that will cook you up a good meal! Whether you're vegetarian or a meat eater!

>honestly she could go for a bite to eat too. Those rations she had earlier didn't do anything to fill her up.

...And um... I am a woman. What are you looking for a woman for? Looking for some romance?

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>"I am a woman."
>Notty glanced up at Tesya
...wow, they work fast.
>looking forward again, Notty let out a short breath, looking a bit impressed
>"Looking for some romance?"
Huh? No, I just need a wife.

Well, I don't need one right now, but I'm gonna need one eventually. Since I'm already lost, I figured I'd go looking for one and save some time.

>she glanced at Tesya again, turning her head just slightly despite the way she was being carried

So, will you be my wife?

Tesya!2/0gPatch.Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550432


>Tesya laughed again, shaking her head.

Sorry, little one, don't swing that way!
<"Plus, she's a bit too small for me. Don't think she'd survive a romance with me."

But I'm sure you'll find a good wife, there's plenty of girls who like girls. Especially in the cities.

>making it through the clearing and a good distance away from the poisoned earth of the forest, the minotaur set Notty down, patting her on the head like a kitten.

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>"Sorry, little one, don't swing that way!"
>who said anything swinging...?
>as she was placed down and patted, Notty didn't seem to mind it
>she just kept walking along with Tesya
Well, I sure hope so. It's hard enough to find a woman, but none of them ever want to be my wife.
>reaching up, the scratched the side of her head
This is a lot harder than dad said it'd be...

Tesya!2/0gPatch.Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550435


>at this point, the minotaur wasn't even sure if the odd girl knew what a woman was... Despite being a woman herself.

>but, Tesya too knew what it was like to have trouble finding a lover; her cousin always said that a woman needs a man to protect her... Thus, the minotaur decided the only person who can marry her, was one that was stronger than her.

Hm... I see. There are plenty of lovers out there that will like a cutie like you!

>looking into the distance, looking for the nearest inn, any small roadside stop for adventurers to rest.

>overly excited and loud, the minotaur clenched her fists.

It's my duty as an adventurer to help people! If you need me, I will help you find love.

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>"If you need me, I will help you find love."
I'd still prefer to just find a wife, so if you can help with that, I'd be grateful.
>Notty didn't seem to looking anywhere as they drew nearer civilization, her wide eyes never quite seeming to focus on anything in particular
>her expression hadn't once changed ever since she was taken off of that rock, remaining that mysterious, almost inhumanly blank gaze all throughout the journey
>her mind seemed practically impenetrable, her thoughts an absolute mystery in these moments of silence
<"...should I tell her she just said doody...?"
So are we eating or not?
>she looked up at Tesya again
If there's a river nearby, I could gather up a nice dragonfly meal for us.

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No worries, the inn is just a short walk away. Plus, dragonflies aren't very nutritious for someone as big as me.

>Despite their cattle appearance, the Minotaurs were omnivores by nature.

>She did have half of mind to ask what the hell Notty was. At this point she doubted she was just a weird looking human. But you can't just ask someone what species they are.

>pointing into the distance, to a small house at the end of the road, there was an inn. No other buildings nearby, the inn simply served as a place for weary travelers or merchants to stop.

We can stay there. I'm a regular there! Very nice people!

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>"Plus, dragonflies aren't very nutritious for someone as big as me."
<"Nut... what? Is that like delicious, but...?"
So you just eat nuts? I guess that makes sense. Dragonflies are more "dragonflicious", then.

I tried some nuts before, but they tasted kinda like nothing. Some kids were playing with them on the road, which is just a waste of food, right?
>she reached into one of the pouches she carried around the harness over her chest, pulling out a small brown bag
>opening it would reveal a bunch of marbles inside
Even if they're not all that tasty, you shouldn't play with your food. They're kinda pretty though, so I actually try not to eat them unless it's an emergency.
>she reached inside, pulling out a few of the brightly colored spheres onto the palm of her hand and holding it up to Tesya
But you can have some if you want.

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<"Very singleminded. Tesya had to be careful."

>Tesya took one of the marbles, staring at it. Definitely not for eating and won't go down well. Regardless, she put it in her pocket.

I'll save it for later, but thank you, little one, for the gesture!

>Might as well ask

Where are you from, little one? Are you a traveler like myself?

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You're welcome.
>Notty said as Tesya took the marble, closing up her bag and storing it back in its pouch
>"Where are you from, little one?"
The village.
>"Are you a traveler like myself?"
Well, I have to travel back to the village, so I guess so.

It's not very fun. Too much walking everywhere. I suppose it's nicer when you find other people, but most of the time, you're just walking.

At least when you're near water, you can just float. That's always nice.
>she turned her head, staring at Tesya for a few moments

Can you even float?

Tesya!2/0gPatch.Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550452


>Well, to put it lightly, no.

I'm not a swimmer. We minotaurs avoid water. The last thing we want is soggy fur and to nearly drown!

>Okay, that was one hint: Her village was near water. So it definitely wasn't landlocked. She'd have Notty back to her village in no time at this rate!

>stopping in front of the inn, the minotaur snorted.

Think a map's in there. So here's the plan, adventurer always has one, get some food, get some rest, and find your village.

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>"I'm not a swimmer."
That sounds terrible.
>she bluntly stated, her face actually contorting slightly to show some discomfort at the mere idea that it was possible for someone to not be a swimmer
>she had to quickly shake her head, and push the thoughts if such a hideous fate off of her mind
>"So, here's the plan, adventurers always has one, get some food, get some rest, and find your village."
That is a plan.
>Notty affirmed with no actual tone in her voice to indicate sarcasm or anything
>it seemed like she had completely taken to following the minotaur wherever she went, for whatever reason

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>she said, slowly nodding, hopping that the weird girl understood her.

>usually her plans involved "Punch thing until it stops moving," and "If punching thing doesn't work, then use hammer," AND " Use horns if needed."

>opening the door to the inn, ducking under the doorframe, the Minotaur welcomed the patrons and the innkeeper in her usual loud voice. Most of them stared at her with neutral expressions.

Greetings fellow travelers! I made a friend today! Say hello to Notty!

>she said picking up the strange girl again, holding her like one would a kitten.

She is looking for her village!

>most of the patrons went back to what they were doing before the minotaur barged in. It was a relatively small in. A little seedy, but nothing too bad. A lot of the patrons too looked like adventurers as Tesya stated earlier.

>Looks like she was a regular there, if a chalkboard at the end of the room showed: Arm Wrestling, showing a series of tallies marking victories, with several of them next to Tesya's name.

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>Esterhall was, for most all that lived in it, a peaceful town. It's inhabitants were, for the most part, kind and thoughtful, and the town itself was a simple community of traders and merchants. Prosperous and simple, most would think trouble could never find its way to an idyllic existence like this one... but perhaps it was this peaceful existence that invited misanthropy.
>Esterhall was not currently a happy town. The nightly curfew had been set to keep people safe, and each night people were afraid. Bandits on the road had taken to tormenting the town as of late. Instead of burning and raiding, they'd taken to the more sinister tact of draining the town's funds and hopes, slowly but surely terrorizing it into submission. Each night they came, and each night they demanded a little more. This had become regular enough to be routine, each night people scrounging what they could give, those that could give nothing dreading what would visit them in the night, but tonight was not to be a repeat of the nightmare plaguing this town... Tonight was quiet, but for the distant sound of clashing steel, yelling men, crackling fire, and the roaring of some incredible beast off in the rain soaked night.
>Gwen would find her cabin door beaten on in the middle of the night, a stranger wordlessly seeking entrance to her home. The bandits hadn't come tonight... but something entirely different had.

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>This is what it is like to be Rogal Dorn now. The driving night wind howls around you, feeling like a thousand hands at your battered armor seeking to pull you down. The stone in your hands is heavy as you carry it to the half-finished wall before you.

>You do not care. You will finish it. You will finish many more just like it. This will be done. It will be finished. And when it is finished, you will begin again, where things are right. It is needed.

>How long have you been here? You do not know. Almost a decade, perhaps, or maybe more, the days slipping through your hands like-

>You do not care. Enemies assault you, gibbering beasts of chaos seeking to gnaw the carcass of this broken land and devour you alive. You do not care. Your blade and your heavy fists make short work of them. You do not care. They do not matter.

>They will not hold.

>The stone you place within the walls is strong, all of them are. The mortar that holds them together is stronger, yet grim, made of ash and bone. It is strong, all of it. It will hold.

>This is not the first fortress you have built up in this hell, alone and unaided aside from the supplies uneasy members of the Seventh Legion leave you. You do not speak to them. They do not matter. They will not hold.

>Not without these, anyway. They offer you help at times. You rarely deign to answer. They cannot help. They cannot build as you do, tirelessly and constantly. They will bring such small comforts as they have to your fortresses, their beds to rest in and their fires to huddle wearily around. You do not care. They do not matter. They will not hold.

>Only gates and towers and walls will hold.

>And so you build. You will build and you will build even as the doubts come, the worries and the whispers within. You do not care. They do not matter.

>They will not hold.

>Fortess after fortress have risen, are rising, or will rise under your hands. And one day those hands will break, your mind shatter, and you will die alone in this uncaring hell on earth.

>You do not care.

>You do not matter.

>You will not hold.

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>Notty held up her hand as Tesya introduced her to the uninterested parties in the inn
Hello, Notty.
>lowering her hand, she slowly blinked one eye, the deafening silence in the inn stretching as nobody really seemed to pay them any mind
>following behind Tesya, she glanced up at the minotaur as she blinked the other eye
Your friends seem nice.

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Hahaha! She's a funny one!

>she said, patting Notty on the head again.

>the minotaur made her way across the room. Now on a hard floor instead of a dirt path, her hooves made a thumping sound which each step.
>speaking to the innkeeper, she put some money down on the table

A 2 bed room please! Also some klav kalash!

>not many people liked the dish due to its taste. Tesya being one of the few people who enjoyed it.

>"You should anything at least once." She always said, when it came to food.

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>Things were supposed to be different here. At least, that was what Gwen had hoped when she first settled into Esterhall. It was quiet and out of the way, the people were friendly and didn't try to get into her personal affairs. It was perfect.

>Unfortunately, such things never really lasted too terribly long, even in a quaint little village like this. Sometimes the woman felt as if she were the one to blame, trouble always seemed to follow her no matter where she traveled to and no matter how hard she tried to keep herself hidden away from it. Now with these bandits draining everyone of their hard earned money, running off to find a new home was proving to be difficult.

>Thankfully, and unfortunately, sleep was never really easy for her, but that still didn't stop Gwen from nearly jumping out of her skin at the sudden banging on her door. A slight sense of unease came over her as she felt around for her cane and held it tightly to herself, a means of comfort as well as protection.

>Very cautiously she approached the door, keeping a vice-like grip on her cane as she slowly opened it slightly and prepared herself for whoever... or whatever was on the other side of it.

Hello? Who is it?

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>Well, it wasn't no response, so Baraquiel was doing better than he thought he would... The figure outside stopped his banging, before a light, jovial voice came through the door.
"Oh, you know, nobody special. Just the one that did away with your bandit problem..."
>That was replaced by wet coughing and a pained groan, as Diogo held his side. One of the bandits had actually managed to get a scratch in, and it had gone deep...
"I heard you were the local healer, and I could use a little bit of medical assistance. I'll be honest... I'm not feeling very hot right now."
>He said, a loud thump coming from the doorframe as he slumped against it for support. The rain and cold weren't helping.
"I've got gold if it makes a difference."

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What...? Ah, hold on sir!

>Well at least her sudden visitor wasn't another one of those bandits sent to bully her out of her belongings. Or worse. Gwen let out with a sigh of relief and quickly opened the door, not wanting to waste anytime in helping this stranger. While she wasn't too keen on it, she set her cane aside and carefully felt around until she came into contact with the man, hoping she could help him inside and into the bed she used for her patients.

Here, let me help you. We can talk about payment later, but let's take care of your injuries first!

>The inside of her home was just as warm and inviting as the village it was nestled in. It was simple, with only the most minimum of furnishings, nothing too terribly fancy. The little fireplace was still lit, making the place a nice respite for anyone coming in from the cold and rain.

>In one corner of the place was a simple bed with several things set near it on a table - bandages, ointments, a few bottles of varying sizes and colors, etc.. Yes, this was definitely the home of a healer, if the strong smell of herbs wasn't enough of a giveaway.

>Unbeknownst to Gwen, there was a tiny snake resting among the collection of potions on the table, its dark green scales just barely shining in the dim light of the nearby fire.

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>Baraquiel felt a little silly. He had to be getting old and rusty. It was just a little stab wound, it shouldn't hurt this bad... unless, you know, one of the little shits had picked up something enchanted.
>You know, that would explain why it wouldn't stop bleeding. Gwen's fingers would come away sticky as Bara stumbled in, collapsing on the bed with a groan.
"Oh, a fair maiden to tend a man in his deathbed... To be tended to by such a beauty, I must of come across a stroke of luck, wounds and all."
>He said, pushing said luck. She could decide to not cure him, but his indomitable roguish smile never faltered, even as he held his guts in.
>You know, maybe there wasn't a time for flirting.

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>Once she was sure the man was comfortably settled into the bed, Gwen immediately set about getting everything gathered that she needed. She was a little concerned with how much blood she felt coating her fingers, but it's nothing she hadn't dealt with before.

>Oh no... The minute the stranger started laying on the dramatics and the compliments, Gwen felt her mood drop. Great, this one was one of THOSE types and most likely just trying to sweet talk her into a discount for her services. She sighed and quietly wondered why this was her life.

Sir, you're not dying, please don't worry about that. You're in good hands.

>And he was. As much as she suddenly regretted letting this man in and wanting to toss him back out into the cold, she made an oath to help those in need. So, with an exasperated look she started to clean up the wound as best as she could before even attempting to heal it. This was definitely going to be a long night.

So, you said you got rid of those horrid bandits?

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>Diogo got comfortable on the bed, and she heard the sound of two blades clattering onto the bedstand. He groaned, perhaps a touch too pitifully before he recounted the tale.
"A truly pitiful band of ruffians. Didn't know when to judge when they picked their fights, and it cost them. Trust me, you should see the other party."
>He said, chuckling before coughing wetly. That can't be good... Looking her over, he finally saw the serpent, and his curiosity shifted from lustful to genuine as he looked over the hut.
"You know, keeping a viper in a place of healing is usually counterproductive... In my experience at least."
>He said warily, though he gave it a knowing stare. The snake itself would likely know more than she did the nature of the man on her bed.
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It was a name that anyone with even passing knowledge of the political state of the continent of Kalimdor would know, for better or for worse: established years ago by the founding members of Thrall's 'new Horde'- the center of his 'Dominion of the Horde,' he had called it in that momentous speech- it was a beating heart of civilization in an arid landscape that would have much preferred it not be there at all, a monument to the pride and tenacity of those freedom-seeking races that had come together out of a mutual interest in survival so many years ago. Orcs, tauren, trolls, Forsaken... many more had come since then, as well. All manner of races, if not seeking brotherhood in the Horde, then seeking sanctuary from those that would take their perceived rights and justices from them, looking for protection behind those high walls of thick iron and patrols of ever-vigilant wyvern riders and, in most cases, finding it. No one came into Thrall's city with the express intent of bringing harm to another, unless the slight was justified, and even then he had dictated honor would be served through the correct channels. There was neither anarchy behind those spiked parapets nor inside those canyon-pocked districts of co-habitation, no matter what Alliance propaganda might have said to the opposite effect; it was outside of those walls you had to be careful of.

In effect, the Dominion had created a 'No Monarchies Allowed' clubhouse with a population of at least several thousand.
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I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see much of anything, but I'll take your word for it. It's nice to know those knaves won't be a nuisance anymore, so thank you.

>The sound of his coughing and the fact that the bleeding didn't seem to be stopping at all really had her concerned. Was there magic involved here? Or perhaps some sort of poison? Either way, his bleeding needed to be stopped quickly.

Hm...? Ah! Cosette!

>She had jumped slightly in surprise when she felt said viper slowly slithered out, and wrapped itself around Gwen's wrist when the woman picked up one of the many bottles on the table. She made a light scolding sound and lightly tapped the snake on the head before returning to whatever concoction she was making.

Perhaps for those who are not followers of Pharika's teachings. Don't worry, Cosette is as sweet as a kitten... as long as you don't upset her. Here, drink this. Try to endure it, this will stop that bleeding

>Gwen carefully passed a cup of a rather noxious-looking brew to the man, completely unphased by the strong and very bitter smell it was producing. Meanwhile the snake was very much staring the man down, its coils wrapping just slightly more tighter around Gwen's wrist.

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>The massive front gates of Orgrimmar were made of weathered granite, of beaten iron and fortifications paid for in blood, sweat and tears. Fifty foot gates that resisted both siege and magic, they had kept the denizens safe since its founding.
<“I suppose it would do for a garden wall.”
>Caelia thought to herself as she walked over the relatively tame wastes. Mighty steppes to smallfolk were to her gentle hills, and their towering canyons were gulleys and clefts. She was of course, a giant, and the sentries at the gates would see her coming with more than a half hour’s warning. She struck a towering figure in gleaming red silks and bronze armor, a shield fit for a warchief’s table on her back, accompanied by a spear not even the heaviest ballista could hurl. The colossus That strode over the wastes was over fifteen yards in height, and was visible for miles... and she was self conscious about being small for her race.
>Walking up to the gates, she was able to look the sentries on the parapets in the eyes, her blazing red gaze giving them all a stern look over before she spoke, in a surprising gentle voice, even if the volume scared off birds across the city.
“I’d like to barter entrance. I have business to conduct with your merchants.”
>She spoke simply, setting down a sack that had been slung over her shoulder. The contents nearly crushed a nearby wagon, to which the only apology was her foot nudging it away from anybody that might be in imminent danger.

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The little creature Caelia had nearly crushed with her day's hall was known as a grummel. They were small, hairy, diminutive creatures that were rarely seen outside their homelands to the south and seemed to be interested in very little but trading for various bits and bobs. This one's name was Uncle Showshoes, as far as anyone had been able to determine, and he had been traveling for months to reach the homeland of the Horde to peddle his wares of grain, corn, and coarse furs. This was in stark contrast to the hulking brute of an orc warrior that had happened to be manning the walls at the time of Caelia's approach, a proud fighter named Gowren who favored using a claymore as broad as his chest as if it was nothing more than a shortsword. He had seen battle many times, and he would see it many more.

In that moment, grummel and orc were equally perplexed and just a little bit worried.

The orc, clearly not used to looking anyone in the eye who looked to enter the city, shifted his weight a bit, glancing to his comrades as if for confirmation before returning his attention to Caelia. "Of course," he finally managed, nodding even as he scratched the side of his neck with a bit of tense energy. "What do you bring in way of trade, giant?" There was a bit of a pause after that as something else occurred to him. "And what news from the north? Does the line hold?" He didn't say the name, but they all knew it: those three words that had been on everyone's lips for decades now, skulking around like a half-remembered nightmare, waiting for its opportunity to rear its hellish, undead head.

The Lich King.

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>There was a tightening to Caelia's eyes as she heard the questions the orc asked. The answer to the first was simple, and as she opened the bag which would happily hold ten orcs, he could see there were several carcasses. Buffalo, mostly, but there were some wild deer as well.
"Meat and furs. I require a butcher, and a tailor. The kills are fresh, not even a day old."
>Looks like Orgrimmar would be having a barbecue... or salting a lot of meat. That was enough to feed a whole barrack for a month. As for the second question, Caelia smiled, an emotion that looked more out of place on her face than the frown had.
"The mountains will break before Akros does."
>She said, stern look returning as she hefted her sack, shouldering it once more as if it was nothing to carry enough to feed a garrison with one arm.
>Turning to the gate itself, she was presented with a conundrum. She'd have to go over, or under. Both would likely scare the populace...
"Would you prefer I went over or under?"
>She asked, looking at the gates as she chewed her lip, trying to decide...

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Gowren looked past him at the jagged spikes lining the crossway over Orgrimmar's main gate, but he certainly wasn't going to tell Caelia what she could and couldn't do; she'd made it this far, after all. "We've got butchers and tailors aplenty," he replied, tusked grin widening as he stepped to the side before looking over his shoulder and barking something in guttural Orcish to everyone else on the ramparts: the general gist of it seemed to be 'Move it or lose it,' if the way the rest of his crew scattered to either side to give Caelia plenty of wiggle room should she choose the high road was any indication. "Stay right in the Valley of Strength," he indicated, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to indicate one of the yawning canyons into which the city's winding, dusty streets disappeared. "It'll take you straight into the Drag; you'll find more merchants there than you know what to do with. Lok'tar, Northerner."

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>Pharika? Diogo raised his eyebrow at that, giving a puzzled look she wouldn't see. The snake sure would though. Where had a little blind girl like her wandered to pick up a religion like that? Giants up north? Missionaries? Passed down through generations? He'd have to ask about that, once he was done bleeding. Taking the potion from her, he had a staring contest with the snake, looking wary as he sat up against the headboard.
"I've been in Dwarven mead halls, my Lady. I'm sure if I can stomach that swill, I can stomach whatever brew you've cooked up."
>He said with a good natured laugh, that hurt more than it was probably worth. Shutting up, he put the brew to his lips and realized he was a fucking liar. As vile as it was, he knew the medicine was supposed to taste like poison, because it was. Drinking his hemlock with only a pitiable whine of disgust at the end, he leaned back and let the magic run its work... He didn't want to let her know he was wrong, so he simply weighed the burning in his throat with the bleeding of his liver and tried to decide which was worse. He'd survive, either way, and it seemed he'd just be suffering in silence... or as silent as he could get. Weakly, he moaned out;
"So, how's a sweet girl like yourself learn about a god like Pharika? That's a little out of the ways..."
>Poor guy, sounded like he'd been stabbed.
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>The few people on foot in the gate were smart to move. Caelia herself gave the bag a short toss, the giant burlap sack landing with a wet thump on the other side of the gate. Backing up, she took a good look at the gate, and at the orcs exchanging coin, hastily bartering. She rolled her eyes at that sort of foolishness, before beginning to run. She was not stepping light now, and the tremendous, thunderous falls of her boots shook dust off the walls. Picking up speed, she seemed poised to jump, before she dropped down, sliding through the open gate like a runner to base. Standing up on the other side, she dusted herself off and shouldered the bag as a few orcish soldiers lost their bets.
>Taking the sentries advice, she made her way into Orgrimmar, occasionally ducking under the odd low flying wyvern or airship. Heading to the Drag as she was instructed, she was annoyed by how slow progress went. The crowds of shoppers below weren't quick enough to get out of the way of her footfalls, and it was grating on her patience. The lives of smallfolk went so very quick, and they were so slow about getting there... It was a quick shop down to the butcher. Asking to keep the skins was an easy task, and they were far better at handling the animals than she was. They weren't small, but they were more delicate than the fauna in her home country. Best to let the smallfolk take what they wanted. Taking whatever the butchers gave her for the goods, (the coins were too small for her to count anyway.) she made her way to the artisan's district... hopefully there she could find a leatherworker.
>Hazshara would find her shop jumping. Rhythmic earthshaking thuds were accompanied by the crowd outside her workshop generally fleeing the other direction, until the source of the thumps stopped outside her shop. A huge boot, encased in bronze armor, touched down outside, followed by a burlap sack large enough to hold most of the shop's contents. The giant being outside crouched down, looking into the shop with an inquisitive eye.
"I was told I could find a leather tanner and tailor here. Was I lied to?"

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>that night, the minotaur slept soundly. Snoring a bit but not enough to keep the other residents up. The strange girl she found earlier didn't even sleep in her bed! Choosing to sleep in the bathtub.
>not that it mattered, Tesya liked to give her hammer its own bed, so it was a win win.

>but that morning, when she awoke, the girl was missing. Nowhere to be seen! So, the minotaur set out a one woman search party, asking everyone around the nearby town.

>even a group of elves who looked a lot like the group found in the forest... They were quick to run away. A shame, Tesya liked them.

>Tesya even went as far to make a small flier for Notty.

>including a drawing: Circle for a head and eyes, a line for a mouth, a thicker line for hair... She wasn't an artist.
...Has anyone seen this girl? She likes water, dragonflies, and responds to a lot of things. Big enough to be picked up by me. Not afraid of fire. I think she's human but I'm not sure. Definitely not a minotaur.

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>Alhaz stared blankly at the flier the minotaur lady had stopped her in the road to show her. what was she meant to take from a few circles and lines, exactly? and the description wasn’t much more help.

W-well, I haven’t seen… that necessarily, but I did see a kind of odd-looking girl pass by just a few minutes ago. Small, greenish hair, really… wet, for some reason? That might be who you’re talking about, right?

>the half-dragon took a step back to make some space, scratching at her chin in thought.

I was going to ask if she needed any help on account of that last part, but she didn’t seem to be in any trouble. she looked like she knew where she was going, so I thought it would be rude to stop her.

<Plus those eyes were kind of creeping me out a little.

Erm, sorry I can’t really tell you more, but I can definitely try to help you find her!

>despite being a huge intimidating dragon person that stood a head above even Tesya and casually carried a sword longer than most people were tall as if its weight was nothing to her, she seemed oddly enthusiastic about the idea of dropping what she was doing in favor of finding a random runaway weirdo. she rocked back and forth on her feet like an excited child with a warm smile on her face while her tail swished a little semicircle in the dirt behind her, creating a slightly strange atmosphere between “towering winged lizard monster” and “adorably naive young girl”.

I’m pretty tall and I have really good eyes, I should be able to spot her easy!

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>a few passersby would curiously stare at a strange girl draped over the enclosing fence around the cattle pen

>her gangly arms and legs dangled off the ground, the girl seemingly locked into a staring contest with one of the cows within the enclosure




>mooo, the cow said


You're not very talkative in the morning, huh Tesya?


>mooo, it replied

>Notty slowly reached forward, prodding the bronze bell to hear it clank some more
I like your new sense of fashion though.

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>Tesya liked the dragon lady
>She was one of the few people that was taller than her around these parts.Plus, if that sword was anything to go by, she had good taste in weapons (Tesya still preferred hammers and axes)

She is an odd looking girl, yes!

>Tesya said, excitted by the response.

You see, I am an adventurer, I found her in the forest and she's away from home. So I am helping her to find her village again. A second pair of eyes is always welcomed!

>putting her hands on her hips, the minotaur just looked happy to meet someone friendly

Haha! I like the cut of your jib though! I'm Tesya!

>thus, with someone to help her out, the minotaur looked for her lost companion. She doubted she could've gone far... The scary part was what trouble she might be getting into.
>if any bad guys got her again, she knew what to do.

She looked a lot like that girl over there!

>she said, pointing to Notty, near the cattle pen.


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>Alhaz gently smiled, grabbing the ends of her coat and leaning down in the beginnings of an entirely-too-formal curtsy, but she froze in realization halfway through.

Oh! Uh, heh! Sorry, uh, you know how old habits are.

>she stood back up, offering a much more appropriate, yet still polite, greeting.

My name is Alhaz. Pleased to meet you, Tesya; I’m something of an adventurer myself!

...Or, well, trying to be, at least. Finding work has been a lot trickier than I’d expected, considering a lot of things were made with someone a lot… smaller in mind, in more places than one.

>she gently opened her wings for a moment for emphasis, even just partly unfurling them taking up a large portion of the width of the street.

My mother always said I was a little too big for my own good, but as long as finding your friend doesn’t entail any small spaces or fragile objects, I’m more than ready to help!

>and speak of the devil. that was certainly the odd girl Alhaz had seen passing by earlier, though she was slightly less damp by now. still, she would recognize those eyes anywhere. and probably would in her dreams for the rest of her life. and not that Alhaz really knew the girl yet, but just from the look of her, awkwardly dangling through a fence and silently bothering livestock seemed like an… appropriate pastime.

>she approached Notty, needing to sit down on the ground just to reach eye level, and spoke in a soft voice.

Excuse me, but do you need any help? You look stuck.

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>as the dragon lady lowered herself to her level, the girl known as Notty slowly turned her head to face her
>one eye slowly blinking before the other, she didn't take too long with a simple response of:
Nah, I can get down just fine.
>she turned her head away from Alhaz... and dangled there for a few seconds



>a few more seconds



>before she sloooowly started to slide forward, and-

>land face-first onto the dirt inside the enclosure
>her body soon fell to the side, allowing Notty to simply push herself onto a crouched, hunched stance
>blinking one eye, she glanced at the fence between her and Alhaz
... I think I'm stuck.
>she casually exclaimed, approaching the fence to simply lean on it with her face
>she then glanced at Alhaz, asking curiously:
Have we met before?

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>looking back to the dragon woman, taking her eyes off of Notty for a moment, she gave a thumbs up.

Birds of a feather fly together, as they say! A silly saying, as we are a minotaur and a dragon.

>regardless, she had found a fellow big adventurer like herself.

>Tesya's tail swished back and forth happily.
You don't have to worry, I avoid those as well! I know what it's like for your strength and size to cause trouble.

>she was escorted out of a museum once. She hadn't even broken anything! The rude owner of the museum must've had something against her.

Now then... Think our friend needs help...

>approaching the pair, Tesya gave a wave.
Ah ha! I was worried that you were taken by another group of bandits!
>Tesya said, arms crossed, looking like a pet owner watching their cat do something stupid; a mixture of confusion and amusement.

If you wanted to go see the livestock all you needed to do was ask.

>she said, patting one of the cows on the head. It even had a similar fur pattern to her, brown and white.

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>this was… honestly about what Alhaz had expected from this weird looking girl. still, even if it was expected, she was still honestly struck speechless by the way Notty just sort of… oozed out of the fence straight on to her face. on the wrong side of the fence, to boot. and to top it all off, she somehow didn’t seem to understand the option of just… climbing back out the other way.

>she was… okay, right? like, she was supposed to be like this? she didn’t, say, hit her head on anything?

Uhhhh… well, no, we haven’t met, but your friend was looking for you, and I kind of agreed to help. Speaking of which, I can just, um.

>she stood back up to her full height, easily reaching over the fence to gently pick Notty up and lift her up and over, setting her softly on her feet beside Tesya.

>after which, she sat back down to eye level to offer Notty a polite, if kind of awkward, handshake.

My name is Alhaz. What’s yours?

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Cosette, stop that, I'm trying to work...

>Gwen lightly chided the snake like one would a misbehaving dog, obviously unaware of the staring contest that had taken place. Eventually the little creature gave it up and slithered her way further up her mistress's arm so she could drape herself around her neck, finally deciding this man wasn't a threat afterall.

>Gwen couldn't help but give her patient a faint look of pity, still hearing the pain and distaste in his voice, even if he tried masking it. She did have to give him credit for at least trying to brace himself through it. It was really the only thing one could do when they had something quite literally burning out whatever sort of affliction they got hit with.

I've heard stories of that lot. They sound like a rowdy but very interesting bunch. I wouldn't mind meeting a dwarf someday...

>The least she could do was talk to him and try to keep his mind off the pain. And perhaps take care of his wound on the surface while the potion took care of it on the inside. Very carefully and as gently as she could, she applied bandages that were treated with a much more soothing solution than the brew she made him drink. A dour expression crossed her face, of all the question he had to ask...

...About a year or so ago, I met a giant that taught me about Her.

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>Notty calmly lets herself get picked up and placed on the other side of the fence
>she slowly looked around, then looked up at Tesya
Oh, hi Tesya. You're back on your feet.
>she paused, glancing between the cow inside the enclosure and the cow outside of it


<"Did I hit my head or something...?"

>but before she could consider that thought:
>"My name is Alhaz. What's your?"
>turning to the other giant lady, she quickly answered:
Some people call me Notty. Are you sure we haven't met? I feel like-...
>she paused, stuck staring at the dragon for a moment
>then slowly turn her head to stare at Tesya
>then the cow
>when she turned her head to stare at the ground, Notty seemed very confused
M-maybe I'm still dreaming...?
>she then suddenly straightened up (or as straight as she could be while still hunched over), quickly aiming two fingers at Alhaz, Tesya and the cow, constantly changing between all three of them
>while taking on an accusatory tone but not actually turning to either woman
Which one if you is the octopus!?

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Haha, she's a full time job!

>she said, looking down at the weird girl. She was certain she had to get the town authorities in on this.


Last time I checked, I'm a minotaur.

>she looked to Alhaz

And she's a dragon...

>then to the cow which looked to be causing a bit of confusion for Notty.

...And that's a cute ol' dairy cow.

>She wouldn't mind having 8 arms like an octopus though

>Imagining the things she could do with 8 arms: 4 times the punching, able to hold 8 objects, be able to hug more people...

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>oh, so she was just gonna… ignore the handshake, then. that’s fine! Alhaz’s ego was only slightly bruised, but she still maintained a soft smile even as she awkwardly set her hand back in her lap.

>”Are you sure we haven’t met?”

Oh! Well, um, I’m terribly sorry, but if I have I can’t remember it. Maybe we--

>”Which one of you is the octopus!?”

>Alhaz couldn’t even answer, frozen completely in place mid-word, still staring and smiling right through Notty. seriously, was this girl supposed to be like this? Tesya wasn’t saying anything about it, so…?


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>Notty blinked slowly, still staring off into space as Tesya tried to explain the situation
>"Last time I checked, I'm a minotaur."
I thought your name was Tesya.
>she blinked the other eyes, glancing between all three people around her
>slowly turning to face Alhaz again, she stared in silence at her for a few uncomfortably long seconds
>while it was difficult to tell exactly, it seemed that the girl still held some suspicions towards the dragon, and was trying to decide whether or not she could be trusted

Well, alright... I'll trust you with my sponge.
>reaching into the pouches she carried, she pulled out... a very soggy wool sock, with a rather striking bright pink and purple pattern
>gently carrying it in her hands, she held it out to Alhaz
He's asleep, so be careful. He gets cranky when he's woken up.

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...Yes yes... I'm Tesya.

>she pointed at herself

My name is Tesya. Species, Minotaur. We are a bit rare around these parts.

>Watching Notty pass the wet sock over to Alhaz, Tesya continued to be concerned for Notty... She had to get her back home quick.
>leaning over to Alhaz, she whispered, as quiet as she could (which honestly wasn't too quiet)

She's an odd one... I don't get it either. Makes me laugh though.

>looking back to Notty, she played along with her.

Haha, what is your sponge's name? I'd hate to wake them up and ask them.
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There weren't many creatures that would consider Orgrimmar's arid, sunny climate in the middle of Kalimdor a particularly pleasant one. Vulpera and trolls were near the top of that list of hardy species. The orcs and the tauren of the plains could tolerate it, naturally. Goblins were nothing if not adaptive. Elves could, if in a pinch and supplied with the necessary supplies, tolerate it for however long it took to correct whatever misinterpreted directions had landed them in that environment to begin with. Maybe the worgen, as long as when you left them behind in the caravan you made sure to leave the windows down and out of direct sunlight.



As for the aqrabuamelu, more colloquially known as 'those half-scorpion-looking fellows,' they felt right at home haggling in the bazaars of Orgrimmar thanks to their desert upbringing. Their penchant for it, along with how skilled many of them had usually become in such professions as tailoring and leatherwork out of sheer necessity, meant it was more often than not easy pickings for them, and it wasn't much less uncommon for one of those strange hybrid breed to even have a storefront of their own. One of them was Hazshara, which, colloquially translated to 'That one half-scorpion-looking lady that goblins don't fuck with' after one unfortunate and very memorable incident. She had just been in the middle of finishing an order of very delicate fire-resistant leather caps that were meant for a scouting mission into the Searing Gorge to ascertain the Ragnaros situation. It was very important she get this done on time, otherwise they'd either be sending their scouts out not as well defended as they could be or remaining blind to the Firelord's--


"Sun and stars!" she blurted out, heart leaping into her chest as she whipped around with blinding speed, stinger raised and claws menacingly open in the direction of... the eye. The eye that was now busy looking into her shop and inquiring about her business. "No," she answered after a moment, aggressively defensive stance slowly relaxing but not quite abating all the way. "No, you were not."

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>Diogo would have had an insight on that story, but he was too busy trying to not scream. At least he knew he'd come to the right place. When his wound began to sizzle and smoke due to the enchanted brew breaking down the spell keeping his wound open, he was remarkably silent, the sound of heavy breathing through his nose the only sound he made as he let her tend to him. No snarky comments, no remarks on how nice it was to be tended to... no, he was busy trying not to die... though Gwen might have a bit to ask about the wound itself. Normally, the venom burned, but not literally. As it coursed through his veins though, the enchantment in the wound, the venom in the cure, and the dragonfire in his blood literally caused the incision to smoke, and incapacitated as he was, he was able to offer no explanation other than a weak smile.
"I think someone left the oven burning..."
>He joked weakly, not looking forward to answering the questions that came next.

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>Caelia struggled to find a position where she could engage with the small bug lady, without blocking the street. She eventually gave an exasperated sigh, slapping the street and leaving a handprint, before she said;
"Would you come outside? I will not fit inside the tent."
>She then got up and sat down between Hazshara's tent and the next shop, unphased by the noonday sun. She seemed... unhappy about the predicament, and how many small things she thought were trash were important things, like crates of supplies. She'd been having to strain her eyes. If Hazshara came outside, she'd be greeted by a sack of dozens of gold coins hitting the ground near her, obviously dropped by the giant.
"Payment. I require the services of a tailor. I have traveled the icy north, and this is my only garment."
>A brass breastplate in the middle of a desert, with nothing for padding but a thin leather inner layer? That seemed pretty hellish.
"I have also brought raw material. I was hoping you could create something... softer... in the chest area."

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You're doing fine, it should be over soon enough. Just hang in there.

>Gwen took his sudden silence and the heavy breathing he was doing as a sign that the potion was doing its job and she did her best to help him through it. The medicines that Pharika's followers created were not gentle, but they were effective. Maybe a little too effective as she realized that the bandages she was trying to apply were quite literally getting burned off and the smoke hit her sensitive nose.

>Well that was... different. Her brew couldn't have been that potent, could it? No, something else had to have been going on here, especially considering she could feel Cosette's coils tightening ever so slightly around her neck. The little beast only did that when she was nervous... or trying to warn her mistress of something. Gwen gave her patient the most deadpan expression in existence, her sightless gaze looking right through whatever excuses he tossed at her.

Sir... why are you on fire? My potions aren't that strong.

>Well, at least this kept him from asking more questions about her... or she hoped so anyway.

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>Alhaz still didn’t answer, just keeping up that blank stare and frozen smile while Notty offered up her… pet.

>seriously, what was up with this girl? was she even an adult? was Alhaz dealing with a kid here or something?

>well, may as well roll with it. if there was a chance this was some sort of weird child, Alhaz would never be able to bring herself to ruin her fun. and even if Notty wasn’t a child, then it would be just plain rude!

No no, you hold on to him. I’m sure he’s happier with you than he would be with anyone else! But thank you for introducing us!

>she gently pushed Notty’s hands aside, allowing her to feel how abnormally warm Alhaz’s skin was.

Besides, I’d probably just dry him out by accident; dragon, remember? It’s a bit toasty inside my pockets.

But anyways, Tesya said you’re trying to find your way home, right? Is there anything you can remember to help find it?

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>Notty blinked, staring at Tesya with an odd look on her face and a slightly quirked eyebrow
...he's a sponge. Why would he have a name?
>looking down at the sock in her hands, she tilted her head slightly
I don't think he can even hear anything.
>"I'm sure he's happier with you than he would be with anyone else!"
>Notty looked up at Alhaz, her expression not necessarily changing from its usual muted look, but somehow looking rather happy still with that thought
>"It's a bit toasty inside my pockets."
Oh, can I have some then? I haven't a thing all morning.
>she stored the sock back inside its proper pouch
>"Is there anything you can remember to help find it?"
Yeah, sure. I remember a lot of stuff. It was a village, with stone roads. I lived with my dads in a house. There were lots of houses, really.

I figure if we just find a house with one of my dads living in it, we'll be on the right path to find my village.

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>"Why would he have a name? I don't think he can even hear anything."
<"Things that can't hear can have names..."
>she said, briefly looking down at her hammer.

>tapping her hooves on the stone bricks at the ground, then looking around the immediate area, seeing all the houses, she scratched her head.

That doesn't quite narrow it down but I've worked with less!
>Always an optimist...
<"Plus she has two dads! How cute!"

>then looking over to Alhaz, she looked a bit confused on where to go next...

...Any ideas?

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>Diogo coughed out, the sound distinctly rough, almost as if there was something... combustible in the back of his throat.
"I'm afraid I have more secrets than most, my lady. My blood runs hotter than you might imagine, it's quite temporary, I promise you."
>He said, before he seemed to calm down, the last of the enchantment burning out with a pop and a sizzle as the bleeding stopped. Taking the bandage and helping her wrap it up, he seemed to be getting over being stabbed with remarkable speed. A regular man might be in bed for weeks, but he was already sitting up and seemed to be getting color back in him. She wouldn't be able to see his eyes flash silver, but she would be able to hear his question.
"I do hope you're more open minded than some. I'm not quite human madame. I assure you, it's nothing to worry about."
>He said, taking deep, soothing breaths as he sat up and crossed his legs, looking better as the moments passed, though his eyes were on the snake.
"So... I never did introduce myself. Sir Baraquiel Diogo, Sire of the Order of the Platinum Drake."
>He said, before giving a searching glance.
"Might I in turn have the name of my savior?"

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>That cough had her mildly concerned, but she wasn't going to bother him about it, especially since he claimed it was nothing to worry about. Still, that didn't stop her from planting herself in a chair near the bed once the mending was taken care of.

Alright sir, if you say so. And honestly, you could be a troll for all I care, I just help those in need. Someone like me really has no right to judge others...

>She mostly mumbled that last bit out as she briefly glanced off to the side, nearly reaching up towards her forehead where a strip of cloth was wrapped beneath her hair. And where that damnable eye lay hidden from the world. Yes, she was definitely the last person that should be criticizing others for who... or what they were.

>The little snake was still wrapped pretty firmly around Gwen's neck and almost seemed to give the man a knowing glance when he introduced himself to her mistress, well as much of a knowing glance a simple viper could give anyway. Gwen on the other hand was obviously very unaware of the man's true nature and gave him a nod.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir Diogo. Gwenaelle Val--

>Gwen quickly stopped herself, almost looking nervous for a very brief second before her usual sullen expression returned to her face.

Voclain. Gwenaelle Voclain, though just Gwen is fine by me.

>Diogo wasn't the only one with secrets it seemed.
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Hazshara's pincers clicked and clacked slowly and uncertainly as she eyed the oversized drifter, but it was't much longer before her mind was made up and she moved outside with a cautious scuttle. That caution was quickly forgotten as she saw the sack of gold that was supposed to pass for payment; the aqrabuamelu's eyes flicked from the coinpurse to the giant, her entrepreneur's spirit almost immediately overriding her warrior's zeal. "Indeed you have," she noted at that penultimate comment, arms crossing over her chest even as her pincers lifted the opening of the bag and held it open for her to inspect. Her poised stinger swayed idly behind her as she thought over the offer, but not quite as idly as she chewed on her bottom lip, lost in a realm of possibilities.

"Well," she resumed after a moment's contemplation, "It would depend on what you are looking for in particular, if anything." She let the bag slump back shut as she returned her attention to Caelia, arms still crossed. "If what little I've heard about Northrend is any indication, you don't need any help with traversing any harsh elements Kalimdor might have to offer." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Metapod or Kakuna excretions could harden a leather exterior enough to protect against arrows or javelins if you're going through kal'dorei territory..." If Caelia offered a blank expression at the name, Hazshara would offer a helpful: "The night elves." That done, she resumed. "It's a tricky enchantment, but there are creatures that can disguise themselves with their environments... if you're trying to draw less attention to yourself, I could give camouflage enchantments a shot." Her pincers raised up to chest height and clamped together, giving her a nice convenient surface for her to clasp her hands together in a business-like gesture. "What are you looking for?"

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>alright, now it was starting to click. granted, Notty wasn’t making any more sense, but at least Alhaz was starting to get a feel for her particular flavor of weird.

Eheh, not literally toasty, Notty. I just meant it’s really warm. Buuuut…

>she paused to shrug off her backpack, briefly checking for any small food she’d had left over since she’d arrived in this town. some dried fruit, some bread, some – oh! she still had some of that really good beef jerky she got a few stops back, that should be perfeeeeeeeccccccc…

>Alhaz froze in place for a moment to glance back at Tesya out of the corner of her eye, then to the dried meat in her backpack. on second thought, Alhaz elected to just give Notty the bread instead.

>anyways, back to the subject at hand. she did find Notty’s mention of having more than one dad a little peculiar, but, I mean, it’s not like she was closed-minded or anything. it’s just not something you hear about every day, right?

>...more importantly, why did she say “one of my dads”? that phrasing was a little weird, right? why wouldn’t they be living together? wouldn’t she just say “either of”? did she have multiple dads? this girl’s whole family situation sounded very strange, but one thing at a time.

Well, um, anything more specific that you can tell us? Does your village have a name? Anyone important or well-known you can remember? The nearest city, recognizable landmarks, anything like that?

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>"Not literally toasty, Notty."
>before she could really pose a question, the sight of food snapped her out of her curious state
>Notty quickly held out her hand towards Alhaz, hopping slightly in place as her fingers made "grabbing" motions, eagerly waiting for the bread
>as soon as Notty took it, she brought it up to her mouth to begin hungrily nibbling on it
>"Anything more specific you can tell us?"



>"Does your village have a name?"




>"Anyone important or well-known you can remember?"



>more silence...

>"The nearest city..."

>still silent
>"...recognizable landmarks, anything like that?"
>this actually gave Notty pause amidst her silent breakfast
>she stopped her nibbling on the bread, bringing a finger up to her her bottom lip in a gesture that very clearly indicated she was thinking


Well... there was the obelisk outside the village. Everyone gathers there once a week and prays for a while.
>another pause, Notty actually trying to remember any more details
Dad says it's there to protect the village; that the Suzerain of Storms is able to watch over over all of us through it, and guide us in our times of need...
>she looked down at the piece of bread, growing silent for a few seconds
...I never understood how He could see us if the obelisk was underwater though. You can't see the village at all from it.

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>Oh? Now his interest was piqued. Why would this young healer feel the need to hide her name? He hadn’t missed the skip... but he wasn’t going to pry either. He owed her that much. Sitting up in the bed, he seemed to relax, the healing magic doing its divine work. Now all he needed was a drink.
“So, Miss Gwenalle... how has a blind woman such as yourself stayed safe with all these ruffians about? I imagine little Cosette’s been doing his part to keep the lady of the house safe?”
>He said, giving a questioning look at the serpent. He didn’t quite speak the language, but he knew enough about the body expression to know when the snake was protective.

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>Caelia gave a small snort at that. The idea of smallfolk arrows giving her anything more than pinpricks was absurd, but the enchantments she spoke of would help...
“You misunderstand, artisan. My armor will already deflect a giant’s blade.”
>Indeed, it was nearly a foot thick in places, and the shiny bronze-brass metal looked sturdy and strong as iron. Even if unenchanted, it had to be at least a ton of protection.
“If you have anything that will protect against chill weathers, I would be grateful... But my reason for coming is to have an undergarment fashioned.”
>She said, before she leaned down and tried to whisper... the thing was, it was a giant trying to whisper. It wasn’t very quiet at all, and everybody for a dozen yards could hear her voice.
“My nipples have chafed since Northrend. I would very much like something to wear that is not Celestial Bronze armor.”
>She said, not having the good graces to look embarrassed. Going by the fiery red mane of hair, and the slightly ashen tone to her bronzed skin, she was a fire giant. Equally at home in this desert as they were in the heart of the fire lands. No wonder she’d asked for cold weather gear in a place like this...
“If the gold is not enough, I can pay in services. I’m sure there is some task which would benefit from strength and resilience.”

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>while Alhaz was starting to get a rhythm for understanding Notty, Tesya was however, not that clever. Too straight forward of a thinker.

Yes, I've been all over the country, name a landmark and I should be able to recognize it.

>but, it looked like Alhaz was starting to get the hang of things.. >>41550685

>even though Notty was taking some time to respond.

>Wait... Did she say underwater?

>scratching her chin, Tesya hummed.
>Well shoot, that is quite the search... For all she knew, it could be somewhere in the whole ocean.

Heh, well, that certainly narrows the search down.

>she said, nodding, punching her fist into her open palm for emphasis.

Got to look for any large bodies of water that are deep and big enough to have a village. Might just run into some murlocs along the way. Is your home in salty water or not salty water though?

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>Almost as if she had read Diogo's mind, Gwen got up from her chair and carefully made her way over to a nearby kitchen area, where she then proceeded to gather up various herbs and boil some water. Once that was done, she went back over to Diogo and held the cup of hot tea out to him, the pleasant smell of peppermint and lavender coming from it.

Here, I know the potion wasn't all that pleasant, but this should help get the taste out of your mouth. It will settle your stomach and help you rest too.

>At his question, Gwen brought her hand up to the little viper still very much clinging to her neck and gently pet its head, the moody expression on her face never leaving.

By giving into their demands... And she did, but she is just one little creature and some of them even threatened her if I didn't give them what they wanted. The ones that got a little too handsy did learn their lessons though.

>When she said this, the viper almost looked smug, or at least as smug as a creature like that could look anyway. Gwen on the other hand looked as if she wanted to ask something, but was hesitating, even if she tried not to show it.

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>Alhaz tried (and failed) to suppress a smile at Notty’s little grabby-hands display. she had already figured out that Notty was a bit strange, but only now was it starting to click that she was kinda super darn cute, too.

>she similarly tried and failed to resist the urge to gently pat Notty on the head like a puppy while she ate in silence. maybe she would take offense, Alhaz didn’t know. but dang it, she just couldn’t not.

>she was so distracted by this that she hardly even noticed Notty wasn’t answering any of her questions, only snapping back to reality when Notty finally spoke again.


>hang on, what?

>Obelisk outside of village, everyone goes there once a week

>Obelisk is underwater

>Alhaz paused in her Notty-petting to take a second look at her with a curious expression. a few things were possible here; either Notty misspoke, her village has some sort of magic capacity to go underwater, or she’s not as human as she initially appeared.

>not that anything would be wrong with that, of course! it would be kind of bizarre for a girl with no drop of human blood anywhere in her to have that kind of bias. it was just surprising to think about is all.

Uh, Tesya, I don’t think she meant the village is underwater.

>did she take everything on face value like that? guess she and Notty were like meets like.

Still, that helps narrow it down a lot! So we’re looking for somewhere along the coast that worships the, uh, “Suzerain of Storms”, you said?

>Alhaz put a finger to her chin in thought, unconsciously mirroring Notty’s gesture.

I can’t really say I’ve ever heard of them, but I’m sure if we do some research, we can narrow down our search area!

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>"Is your home salty water or not salty water thought?"
My home is wood.
>she quickly answered
>as Alhaz began her thinking, Notty brought her own finger up to her bottom lip at the same time
>she slowly lifted the bread for another quick bite, just letting the conversation mostly fly past her

Ah. There was a river nearby too...
>she spoke up again, slowly remembering some more details
Yes, the Suzerain of Storms. He keeps us safe.

Dad also called him the Sultan of Sea. But dad called him the Father of the Foam, while dad just called him Lord of the Sea.
>she tossed the last bit of bread into her mouth, munching it up quickly and swallowing
...but more names is a good thing, right? That means we have more stuff to ask people.

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"Ah." Hazshara pursed her lips, doing her best to keep her cool in the face of a very private proclamation that had been made in a very public place. "Rrrrright." She clapped her hands together, her pincers clacking sympathetically. "So! An under-armor piece, light frost enchanting. Should be simple enough." She took a moment for another once-over that probably took a few seconds less on her usual clientele. "Possibly a bit time consuming, however," she tacked on. "I can likely fashion the beasts' fur into something presentable as well, should you fancy a cloak or clasp." The last comment, though, got a thoughtful look from her. "Nothing that requires my immediate attention, thank you; if you're looking for a way to soften the hit to your coinpurse, though, you could probably look at the announcement board at the intersection deeler inside the canyon." She nodded further down the opposite direction from where Caelia had come. "All sorts of job postings and monster hunter requests on there. Some of them even come from Warchief Thrall, I've heard. No idea if it's true," she finished with a wry snort. "I've always made do with what those adventurers bring me."

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>Caelia shook her head, beginning to take out the rolled up hides with a gentle hand, to make sure she didn't rip them in haste.
"I do not need smallfolk currency. I've found they are more than willing to take Jotun gold. I simply did not know how much I was paid by the butchers for the meat."
>She said, reaching deeper into her travel sack to retrieve something a bit more delicate than Hazshara might be expecting. It was a clamshell coin purse, but the giant clam it was made of showed to be filled with coins the size of dinner plates when she popped it open. The loud metallic clang of the iron prongs said it was secure enough as she closed it again. Putting it back in the sack, she relaxed against the canyon wall, and crossed her legs to keep from blocking traffic. As for the conversation...
"An undergarment only. A cape would be ostentatious."
>She said, pulling a bushel of apples she'd bought from the market place, taking them a small handful at a time and eating them like one would sunflower seeds or some othersuch food. Thoughtfully, she looked down.
"You seem to know a lot about the board. Do you act as signpost only, or do you have experience with adventuring yourself?"
>She asked, a little brusquely but interested enough. She seemed to be staying in case Hazshara needed measurements, though she'd likely need a few more meters of measurement tape.

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>Diogo took a deep drought of the tea and seemed to relax. Leaning against the headboard, he seemed to stare off into space listening to her story. Damn him... if he'd gotten here just a little sooner. Oh well... Seeing the hesitation on her face though, he gave an encouraging smile.
>It was only after several seconds of learning curve he remembered she couldn't see, and said, blushing deeply;
"Ahem... well I'm sorry to hear that. You shouldn't of been left to their devices as long as you were. I can see the questions you still have, and I'm going to be bedridden for hours. Might as well pass the time."
>He said, before giving her a few seconds and in a softer voice.
"Trust me. There's nothing you can ask that I'm embarrassed to disclose, my lady."

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It's alright Sir Diogo, I assure you I have had to deal with much worse circumstances...

>Gwen just trailed off with that statement, a positively jaded expression on her face as she sat back down in the chair by the bed. There was very clearly much more to the young woman than just being a simple healer in a quiet village, but she obviously wasn't too keen on talking about herself too much. She flinched slightly at his statement and stared down at her lap as she fidgeted with the hems of her sleeves.

Oh, I... I'm sorry, it just seems selfish of me to ask, especially since you came in here nearly bleeding to death. It's just... I know you adventuring sorts sometimes tend to collect the ill-gotten spoils of those you defeat. Most do anyway.

>She glanced back over at him, making a fairly large circular shape with one of her hands. Might as well just ask the man about it.

One of those bastards took a necklace of mine during a time I couldn't pay them in gold. It was really important to me... It has a rather good-sized medallion with an intricate knot pattern and a gem inlaid in the middle of it. It's pretty worn too. You... didn't happen to see anything like that, did you?

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Maybe it is underwater! Dwarves have villages underground, why can't we have underwater villages.

>she said, idly twirling one of her hair braids.

>she was very glad that Alhaz was with them though. Tesya was always more of a follower than a leader; either she worked on her own or she listened to someone's orders, never giving them.
>with Alhaz being both nice and smart, this quest would certainly gain some traction.


>Guess Alhaz was right in that the village wasn't underwater.

>Nodding, she listened to the various names, each following the trend of (male leader) of (ocean thing)

>Crossing her arms, she put on a determined expression, as if placed with a difficult task.

I know one place we could use... But it's a place I rarely visit... One I get a lot of mean looks when I go in. A library.

They should have something on our Suzerain of Storms.

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That brightened Hazshara up considerably. She'd been given an opportunity to talk about herself, and Caelia had opened the floodgates. "Not adventuring per se, but I have been hired on with war parties for armor repair and remembrance work!" she exclaimed, one hand going into a sack tied around her waist as her pincers briskly zipped off a tie of thin rope that had been around her lower and/or rear carapace. The show of multitasking was, quite simply, astounding: at the same time her lower, more chitinous limbs tossed the measuring tape over and around and crossways of Caelia, Hazshara took every second she was anywhere resembling in front of the recumbent giant to show off scrolls that had been painstakingly woven and painted, presumably by herself, to show different vistas across the globe.

"This one is from an expedition the Warchief sent to investigate the re-emergence of the continent of Draenor," she explained, the panorama in front of Caelia showing a shattered expanse of dust-choked land, watched over by a yawning portal with robed stone guardians standing to either side to form the pillars of the towering archway. Just from what she could tell of the environment around the gateway and the way even the armored orcs in their makeshift forward bases were dwarfed by it, it wouldn't be difficult for Caelia to surmise that it would be easy for two of even her kinsmen to march through that stone doorway two abreast. "It was once a lush country," the scorpion woman explained further for her client's benefit, "before Chaos got its claws into the orcs' ancestors and their enslavement to their dark magic killed the land itself. I hear tell Chaos planned the same fate for the rest of us, before the first Alliance was formed and held them back long enough for the orcs to break their bonds of the dark gods." She shrugged. "No one even knows what its name used to be. It only goes by Draenor now; no guesses as to who gave it that name." The scroll zipped shut, the rope tugged uncomfortably tight around Caelia's waist, and another of the remembrancer's archives was procured.

"Ah, this is from when I had the honor of accompanying Silvermoon archaeologists to the ruins of Uldum! They were rumored to have been constructed by the Titans themselves, and the stronghold of Al'akir the Windlord himself is theorized to be in the highest reaches of the sky-palaces to the south..." It certainly seemed a reasonable enough theorem to look at the place. Hazshara herself certainly sounded like a well-traveled merchant.

Now the question was how much longer she would keep proving that.

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>Caelia was remarkably still as Hazshara crawled around, and on her. It'd be impossible to measure her arms or neckline without her helpfully offering a hand to stand on. As she spoke though, Caelia's smile slowly dwindled into a flat, deadpan look.
"Oh. She's not an adventurer. She follows an adventurer around and writes down what they do."
>Once she was completely satisfied with her measuring, she looked to Hazshara with an inquisitive eye.
"You have been to Draenor, and seen Chaos? It is... more than I expected."
>She said, avoiding the end of that statement and avoiding saying "from someone like you."
"Al'akir, Ul'duum, these names are unfamiliar too me... but you seem far traveled. Tell me, slæger, where would you go, if you had help to lend?"
>She said, seeming thoughtful. She wanted to help, she really did. The scourge was consuming the land, travelling south quickly... it had to go somewhere, stymied as it was in the north. She'd had to wipe the muck off her boots more than once.
"I came here not for odd jobs, and bounties. I came to help any force that would oppose the Master of Icecrown."
>She said, looking at this city, prepped and primed for a fight on their terms. Perhaps it was mighty to smallfolk, but it seemed tragically undefended. The thought of what would happen to this city should the Lich King take Theros made her shudder. What a force of half a dozen her brethren turned death knights could do, she daren't think.

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>Diogo turned red as a beet. Of course he'd taken his payment from them. Dead men carried no coins into Cocytus, and he'd carry them to the nearest brothel. There was a momentary flare of draconic greed as he thought of the necklace. She didn't need to know he had it... he could lie, take it, add it to his hoard of riches...
>And just as deeply, that thought was quashed as Diogo reached into the pocket of his jacket, and retrieved a drawstring bag.
"You're in luck Lady Gwen. I had hoped to return the riches these men hadn't spent to the town..."
>He'd hoped no such thing.
"And you will be the first to have your belongings restored."
>And the last.
>Taking out the pendant with a sour look on his face, he handed it over with a begrudging smile, glad she couldn't see his regret. He was a gentleman after all. It hadn't been his to claim.
"Other than the gem being worth some small fortune, what exactly is the value to you of the bauble, miss?"
>He said, curious, and a little envious as he got up to lay it in her hands.

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...because most people can’t breathe underwater, Tesya.

>despite the rather obvious correction, Alhaz’s tone didn’t carry any real judgment; more just genuine confusion.

But, uh, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, Notty.

>...and speaking of confusion, just how many dads did Notty have?

>still, despite that strange assertion, Tesya was on the right track, though she definitely seemed a lot less comfortable with the idea than Alhaz was. she could definitely relate to feeling too big for such a space, but she’d still spent most of her life prior to her growth spurt buried in a pile of books; no amount of awkward stares could make libraries feel any less like home.

Mhm! Either libraries or any sort of religious centers are probably our best bet. I’ll start looking for any sort of lead we could use, but in case we don’t find anything –

>Alhaz turned a bit, pointing back to the road, then to the east.

– if you two don’t mind a few days’ walk, there’s a city down the road that has a pretty huge library, and I’d bet good money they’ll have what we’re looking for. I was actually already heading that way soon anyways, so it’s really no inconvenience for me to try to help!

>sure, helping a weird lost little possibly-a-fish girl find her way home wasn’t exactly the glamorous start to Alhaz’s adventuring career that she’d daydreamed about, but she wasn’t about to turn down the chance to assist someone in need!

>...plus, it helped that Tesya seemed pretty nice and Notty was sort of adorable, in kind of a “weird puppy” sorta way.

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Hazshara's briefly upbeat mood withered quickly once Caelia invoked that hateful title, as if she'd felt a brush of cold wind from the halls of the damned themselves. The giant didn't need to say the name itself for the gut-punch effect to be roughly the same.


He had a million titles: Master of Icecrown was one of the more incidental among them. Lupercal, Warmaster, the Arch-Traitor, Elfbane... and of course, the Lich King.

"If I had help to lend, I would be right behind the first landing party that managed to make a beachhead fortress on Northrend's ghoul-choked beaches to the south and follow the Warchief all the way up to that wretched black ice throne and put an end to the undead once and for all," she grunted, her many legs criss-crossing over each other as she got back down to ground level and re-evaluated her measurements based on the markings on the string and eyeballing Caelia to cross-reference what she'd gotten by good old common sense, even as she talked. "Of course, as soon as we did that, the High King of the Alliance would swoop right in and take everything from Orgrimmar to Thunder Bluff, just as we would take Stormwind to Ironforge if they committed themselves to all-out war with... with him." She sighed. "The only time we're not at each other's throats is when Chaos deigns to throw another mass of their aberrations through the Tomb of the Mad Titan, and by the time Icecrown can focus enough to throw that scale of assault at our shores, it'll probably be too late for any level of cooperation."

Her train of thought was interrupted by a mighty, lowing war-horn somewhere in the distance, its echoing bass finding a few pebbles that hadn't yet been shaken loose from cliff faces to clatter to the ground amidst thin trails of dust. "Who knows?" she finally admitted. "Maybe Rotan amassed the military might to rival the Dominion and the Alliance at the same time while I wasn't looking. Maybe the College or the Reeve or the Ferasans are hiding an ancient dragon amongst their leadership." She snorted, looking back to her measurements. "Maybe the Guardian will get his bony ass out of Kharazan and wish Arthas away," she finished with a surly mutter, the tone of voice of someone who'd stopped believing in the promise of progress and cooperation a long time ago and decided it was easier to just go with the flow until the flow had been sucked completely down the drain.

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>Gwen was actually taken aback in surprise at hearing this, mostly expecting Diogo to tell her that he hadn't seen anything of the sort, whether in truth or a straight up lie. Honestly, he could have easily taken the necklace for himself and she would have been none the wiser about it, something that was unfortunately a common occurrence to those in her condition. A ghost of a smile seemed to cross her usually somber expression for once.

Oh, thank goodness, I thought for sure it was gone for good! It truly is a blessing that you arrived when you did and I'm sure the other townsfolk would be grateful to you. The world needs more people like you, Sir Diogo.

>Sure enough like she had described, the necklace was a good-sized medallion, which was clearly made of gold, attached to a simple chain. Etched into the medallion was a pretty complicated knot pattern, which surrounded a beautiful and deeply red ruby in the dead center. Upon closer inspection, one could see the medallion was indeed worn, little nicks and scrapes here and there and even the ruby having some tiny chips out of it. Even still, it was a very beautiful necklace.

>The moment Gwen came into contact with it, she felt the enchantment attached to it immediately take hold and she breathed a sigh of relief, the constant hum that was always in her mind finally quieting down to a more tolerable level. She nervously hoped Diogo wouldn't take notice of the flow of magic that seemed to surround her suddenly cutting off... if he could even sense such a thing to begin with. She gently ran her fingers over the medallion as she listened to him, a little hesitant on answering his question. But what were the chances that this random adventurer would even know the crest of her family, especially since the noble house of Valerian was all but gone by now? Or so she figured anyway.

It's priceless. It might seem like a simple bauble to you, Sir Diogo, but it's more than that to me. It was my father's.
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>Caelia seemed puzzled. They were stuck here. This canyon stronghold was mighty, yes, but they were rats in a trap, with enemies on all sides. It was a sobering proposition, how trapped these people felt... but they couldn't do anything to escape it.
>But she could.
"You have Chaos to the south. Enemies to the east. The Scourge to the north. Uncertainty to the west."
>She said, before smiling down at her half scorpion friend.
"Do you know what my general, Kalemne, would say in this situation?"
>She said, leaning back and chuckling as she did so. Deepening her voice, and putting on a scowl, she grinned.
"Gather your allies, and march. For when there are enemies on all sides, there is no direction you can go where you will not find victory."
>She said, a plan set in motion at that very moment. Reaching into her bag, she retrieved a writing kit; A leather tube about five feet tall. Within was a cauldron sized ink pot, a bottle tall as Hazshara, a brush that had to have a whole horse's worth of hair, and a few sheafs of paper, appropriately sized. Caelia then began to write, in a steady, even, practiced hand, even if the words were overlarge.
"Are there rules about the job board, Hazshara? What can be put there?"
>She said, suddenly knowing how she could put her knowledge to the best use. She'd been leader of a phalanx once... She could be again, even if they were a bit small.

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>"...because most people can't breathe underwater, Tesya."


They can't?
>she looked up at Alhaz, her empty look of confusion never actually changing from its default position, but actually feeling appropriate for the situation
>her eyes blinked, Notty tilting her head slightly as she thought
I guess that would explain why nobody wants to go dragonfly hunting with me...
>looking up at Tesya when she offered her suggestion, Notty actually nodded
Hey, yeah! That's a great idea, Tesya! We just have to go to the library and find everything we need!
>she placed her fists on her hips, nodding again with a confident tone to her voice
This should be easy!
>another nod, before her head turned to Alhaz
What's a library?

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>A few days walk
>A huge library
>Perfect, they were on the right track for adventure
Do I mind a few days walk? Let me tell you, these hooves were made for walking!

>she said, lightly stomping her hooves on the ground. It went without saying that minotaurs were a tough species. Walking around and traveling far were second easy, no matter the terrain.

I'll even carry stuff if needed.

A library is like a place where they take a bunch of books and put them all in one place.

>she said, reaching her hand as high as she could for emphasis

Shelves as high as you can reach! Books about all sorta things! My favorite book at my village's library was the cookbook.

>she could read that recipe on how to make fondue over and over again.

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The merchant pursed her lips at the proclamation. "Sounds like your general knew what she was all about," she mused, but she couldn't pretend that there wasn't something admirable in the saying... something that the Warchief and his generals would probably appreciate, at least. Her latest question, however, replaced that burgeoning patriotism with confusion and maybe a slight bit of trepidation.

No, definitely a slight bit of trepidation.

"I honestly never thought to check," she admitted. "As far as I know, if you have a quest or a job that needs to be done and you can- and do- pay the amount specified upon the job's completion, then you have carte blanche." A brief pause. "Wwwwwhy?" she dared to venture.

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>Diogo sat up, interested. The magic in this room, which he'd attributed to the shrine in the corner, suddenly damped as soon as she put the medallion around her neck. He gave a smile as the mystery deepened.
"And who would your sire be, My Lady? I need to send them a token of my thanks as well."
>He said slyly. He didn't recognize the crest on the amulet, though it looked familiar... He was sure he'd heard whispering of a girl like this, if only he had a name. It was killing him now, and he had to know.

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>And just as quickly as it had appeared, the faint smile on her face immediately vanished and she was once again in her usual gloomy mood, her sightless gaze turned away from him as she stared out at nothing in particular.

Then you would be sending thanks to the dead, sir. My father passed from this realm a good number of years ago, as well as my mother...

>And the entire Valerian household, including her elder sister, in one bloodstained blaze in a single night. Gwen's hands clenched slightly as she still remembered everything - from her father's shouting at herself and her sister to get away, to the smell of smoke and the feeling of the flames as they scorched her flesh. And this was all because of the existence she was forced into - a living relic of immense magical power.

>Just the thought of being chased after again by those that merely saw her as a tool to be used made her stomach twist. Not wanting to dwell on all this anymore, Gwen took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind before speaking up again, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes appearing as she glanced back over to her guest.

It is rather late. I really think you should get some rest now, Sir Diogo.
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"I don't think I'm the only one!"
>He said, relaxing back in the bed, annoyed that his roguish good looks hadn't won him the maiden fair. Still though, he wasn't bleeding out in the street, and that was a fair improvement over what could have been! He couldn't complain about a mystery, especially when she had saved him.
"My physician knows best Ma'am. I shall get my bedrest, and we can hold a better conversation in the morning, no?"
>He said, settling into bed with a sigh. He'd been so nicely treated here... he'd need to bring a gift to the town, next time he visited. Perhaps something shiny from the vault...
>He dwelled on these things as he rested, and slowly drifted off... normally he wouldn't feel this welcome in a stranger's home, but for a knight, he wore no armor she could steal, just two simple daggers that he'd put on the table. If she wanted to kill him and steal his stuff, that'd be all she got... Ultimately though, he'd helped her, and that was enough to earn him a good night's rest anyway.
"Goodnight, lady Gwen."

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>Caelia continued writing, the brushstrokes short and brusque. Seems she could write in Common, but it wasn't elegant. At the size of the letters, it was easy to read as she wrote it.
To all warriors in Orgrimmar not currently stationed; Giant in area requests soldiers for expedition into Scourge territory. Pay will be rendered up front, weapons and arms made by Jotun hands. Vengeance against the Lich King is, naturally, its own reward.
>She was going to gather allies, and march.
"I plan to take action with a small group of men. I plan to harden them the way I was, and arm them the way I am armed. I will then carve a path for this city to follow."
>She said. Caelia was not a woman of words, or inaction, and just as swiftly as she'd made her decision, she began making her way to the bounty board, though she stopped and turned her eye to Hazshara.
"How long will it take to finish the garment I have requested?"

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You are right, perhaps I can sleep easier now that those dreadful thieves are gone.

>Or she would at least try. The bandits hadn't been the only thing that would trouble her sleep at night, but that was yet another thing she kept to herself. She really didn't say much about talking with him in the morning, other than a little 'hm' in response. Debating on whether or not to sleep in the chair near the bed, she made her decision and got up to prepare for sleep. She figured he was bedridden enough to not go snooping around while she tried to get some much needed rest and she was mindful to keep any personal things very hidden.

>Before making her way upstairs to the small room where she slept, she made sure to put the fire out and gently deposited her little viper companion onto her shrine dedicated to Pharika. Cosette seemed to hesitate for a brief moment as she watched her mistress, before slowly vanishing into a hidden crevice within the shrine. Gwen then gathered up an extra blanket and brought it over to her patient before finally making her way up to her sleeping quarters.

Goodnight Sir Diogo, rest well and don't be afraid to call for me should you need help.

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Hazshara blinked at the missive being written in front of her, then blinked again as she looked up at Caelia and struggled to process the question while she simultaneously marveled at the sheer display of audacity. A lone giant, walking right through the front gates of the heart of the Horde, to declare her intent to take the fight directly to Arthas Lupercal. She was insane; worse than that, she'd be lucky if the Warchief or one of his generals didn't see this as some sort of attempt to usurp power!

... wouldn't she?

"Erm," her answer began helpfully, "if I can focus on just your order, I can hopefully have it done by this time tomorrow. Should give you plenty of time to..." She trailed off, glancing at the crude proclamation again. "... find some hopefuls," she decided on after a while.

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>A great island that lie off the cost of the mainland which had the distinction of being 90% mountains and valleys. It was difficult to imagine that anything could live on the island, and yet nobody had managed to tell the inhabitants that. For the island thrived. Farmers, merchants, chefs all. A simple life was eked out by those who lived there, and they had very little to complain about. There was no real technology or advancement, and even mages were on short supply.

>But what Kuka had in return was Mugen Temple.

>'Temple' had been a misnomer for a very long time, but that's still what it was referred to. More accurately, it was a Martial Arts academy. A place for men and women to hone their bodies and minds, to transform themselves into stronger and better people through martial knowledge and discipline. One of the most important tenants of all martial arts is that one should use their skills to defend the weak, and Mugen took that particular idea to heart.

>For as well as a Martial Arts academy, the students were also there to aid those who needed it. Be it as a bodyguard, manual labour, pest exterminator, anything you could think of. Some money went to the student, some went back to the academy, a sustainable method of paying off the cost of learning at the college, as well as gaining worldly experience and the chance to apply their talents, as well as continually train.

>Which is why the temple was no strangers to visitors. Prospective customers coming in to see whosoever might wish to hire one of their students to help however they wish...As long as their intentions were pure and without harm.

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>A lone traveller climbed up the stairs to this great temple. This traveller did not wear the attire suitable for a traveller, the light orange fabric that barely clung to her curves exposed most of her figure to the world and left very little to the imagination of onlookers. It was clearly the flowing frills and enticingly minimal outfit of a dancer.

>Yes, a dancer who had come a fair ways to this island determined to buy the services of one of it's many great martial artists. Someone with her looks and charm needed a good strong arm to keep onlookers for breaking the golden rule of "look, but don't touch." Only the best would do.

Finally... so many stairs here, I think my legs got more of work out just getting up here then anything I did back at the college.

>Thus Sherry Palomino, a fresh graduate of the Claudia Augustine College of Prefomance Arts Excellence, found herself at the doors of the this great temple. Who would she end up hiring? What would they be like? Were the allowed to drink wine? All very important questions she hopped would be answered...

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>The main courtyard of the temple bustled with activity. Some students at practice in corners, going through kata in quiet sequence under the watchful eye of their trainers, other students in smaller groups, quietly talking among themselves or engaged in practice of their own. Some were simply reading in the shade of the trees that grew around the courtyard.

>As Sherry walked around, it was plain to see the effect that her...attire was having on the courtyard. Students mid drills would find their eyes wandering over to her, faltering in their exercise. Even those who weren't in the middle of practice would find their gaze caught, staring at the provocatively dressed newcomer. All eyes were on her.

>It took a master, a powerfully built man in his 40s, to approach her and clear his throat, bowing his head low.

Excuse me miss, would you be a visitor to our order? I can help guide you to your destination, if you are.

>Cool headed, calm gaze and not even the slightest hint that he was ogling her alluring form. This was certainly a martial arts master all right.

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It was a fundamental rule of the world that magic, no matter its school, required mana. Whether the spellcaster drew it from the world around them or from pre-made holding gems, funneled it directly from a nearby leyline, or were fortunate enough to be the eighth son of the eighth son of a mage and were blessed enough to generate their own stores of mana, the end result was the same. No fireball could be cast without it, no scrying spell could peer into the aether in its absence, no would-be lich could raise their undead armies in a land tapped of the ethereal stuff.

Imagine, then, the potential of an eighth son of an eighth son that had been chosen as the Guardian of Sylvestrun, installed into a position of power that bestowed upon him the might of six fellow archmagi, situated in a tower of ancient arcane history that sat atop a leyline convergence point. One could be forgiven for not being able to comprehend the arcane might of such an individual; those that tried often regretted doing so, for it indirectly opened their eyes to the horrors that faced their world. Chaos was one thing, yes, as was the Lich King in the far north, but these were mortal affairs. The Guardian might lend his strength to ward off the latest black crusade launched by the Ruinous Powers, but he spent most of his days sequestered in the great tower of Karazhan, vigilant, silent, ever watchful for those that wished his world harm. There were few in the world that comprehended the full scope of what visitors from 'Outside' were capable of, in the absence of the Arch-Traitor and He Who Sits on the Throne, and so the plane's Guardian sat atop his lonely tower, peering into the swirling pool of nebulous magic, alone in his knowledge and content in that solitude, his dark, sunken eyes staring intently as a swirl of mana curled into a shoal of void energies, creating a small, lazy maelstrom of deep blues and black-purples that would have taken the breath of anyone who was a mere bystander, marveling at the beauty of the crystalline pool that glittered and reflected in the grand library at the top of the Guardian's home; to him, however, it was a portent, a sign that an ancient, unspoken contract had been breached, and that his attention was now required.

The Guardian turned without a word, his feathered black cloak billowing around him as he strode to the balcony overlooking the surrounding countryside, flipped his cloak in a grand gesture... and disappeared in a swirl of black feathers and sundered magic. In his place, an unassuming raven took flight, soaring quickly up and away, in the direction of what his obscure readings had told him of...

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>Sherry knew everyone was looking at her but she didn't mind one bit. She was use to that sort of thing, she was basically paid to let people look at her. What was more important was that she know had someone to help her!

Ah yes, I am a visitor here! I'm looking to hire a bodyguard! Someone big, powerful, and intimidating.

>She gives the older man before her with inquisitive eyes.

Kinda like you maybe? Yeah, arms like tree trunks and legs for days. That'll work.

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The mortal world had a complicated relationship with Hell.

This is hardly a controversial statement, and probably requires elaboration.

The Circles of Hell were a known phenomenon, and their reputation as a place of suffering for deserving mortal souls was indeed a well-earned one; torture and slavery weren't at all out of the question, and more often than not an infernal city-state would function on a brutal system of meritocracy where the slightest gaff could result in a high-ranking demon either being humiliated and stripped of their power to become a lowly, gibbering imp, or outright annihilated mind, body, and soul so their arcane makeup could return screaming to the mysterious primordial soup from which the Hells had been born. This gave the denizens of those cities a vested interest in amassing their own bases of power, and that often involved amassing enough mortal souls and riches to place a comfortable buffer between themselves and their enemies. Of course, there was also nothing stopping them from trying to undermine their enemies and taking their belongings as well. It was a place of backstabbing and politicking and paranoia, pocked by hedonism and reveling in what one has managed to accrue.

Small wonder that several demons chose to try to strike it large in the mortal plane, or maybe even swear themselves to the enigmatic powers of Chaos... or even the Lich King's lieutenants, if they were truly desperate. Such runaways fell under the purview of the Guardian, and most of them were either banished back to their home realm or allowed to go about their business once they'd been made to squirm a bit: more often than not, a scheming demonic entity would slink back to the Circles of their own volition once they knew Medivh was watching them. Of course, not every demon sought to bring ruin to Sylvestrun, and some of them even truly desired redemption: the draenei, the self-named 'exiles,' were examples of this.

The ones that felt guilt were the outliers.

Deep within the alleyways of the magical hub of Mox Nine, a jagged hole in space itself was ripped open, crimson lightning dancing madly around the haggard edges and nothing visible within it but a roiling maelstrom of black-red smoke- at first, anyway. It wasn't long before a lithe figure stepped out, red horns curling down to frame an equally crimson face from which yellow eyes glanced around. "Looks clear enough," he mused to apparently no one, the figure hopping out and brushing his long, black-leather duster to make sure it was clear of the portal before looking down to the curious metal pendant clutched in his fingers. "Hope this thing works," he continued, but this time a little more to no-one in particular; he'd been promised by a friend of a friend of a friend that it was an artifact of the legions of Chaos, a bauble that could obfuscate the Guardian's gaze and allow them to go about their business, whatever that business might be. "Give us free reign of a city of patsies, right?" Mox Nine had something of a reputation for being more tolerant of their kind than fanatical cities such as Stormwind or Orgrimmar; now it was time to take that trust and abuse the hell out of it.

Pun possibly intended.

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>The older master doesn't balk at Sherry's appraisal, he merely shook his head apologetically.

I'm sorry Miss, while I would be honoured to serve as your bodyguard, as an instructor, I am currently not able to take requests.

>He slid aside to point at the gigantic doors leading into the building itself, large and imposing and towering over the courtyard grounds.

However, you would be most welcome to seek out some of our students who are currently able to take on your request. Please go through the main doors, and speak to one of our members inside. Outline your request in full, and we will be able to point you in the direction of a class of students most eligible to take the request, before we enquire further as to your eligibility.

I do hope it all goes well.

>With that, he bowed once again, and walked back over to his class, which hurriedly began going through the exercises once more, all trying valiantly to pretend that they hadn't been staring at Sherry like an adolescent drunk on their first crush.

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>Oh well, it seemed she couldn't hire him. Though that's fair, if he was a teacher here then he couldn't very well abandon his students or lessons.

Thank you sir, I'll head right over!

>And thus she was on the move again, to serve as a walking distraction for more people within the temple itself. Her mind was racing with what type of person should hire. Would it be one of those blind monks who shoot lasers from their hands, one who's mastered a thousand weapons, or maybe one who can do the legendary one inch punch?!

>Or perhaps she'd read too many books on the way here and let her imagination get carried away. Regardless! She will find out soon enough, as she pushed open the main doors and walk inside.

Hello? I was told I could make a request of a bodyguard in here?

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>Greed was a driving force in this world, and any other. It could drive men to kill, it could drive kingdoms to ruin, and it could drive the world to disaster. How fortunate then, that in this case greed had driven two immortals to something far more noble, and far more destructive... Love. Stepping through the same rent in reality, the lightning rimming the edge went from red to a brilliant blue as the sultry form of a winged genasi stepped through. Wind whipped through the alley, electricity arcing between her horns as she stepped into place behind the red horned gentlemen. A black and svelte jacket was about the only hiding her modesty, and she seemed gleeful to be in a place that wasn't floating islands and roiling storms.
"Seems we made it sugar. Let's hope this plane's songbird hasn't flown his coop~"
>She said, strutting forward as she took in the warm desert sun. A marked decrease in temperature, all things told.

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Azma wasn't fond of going by his real name, frankly. It sounded silly and had far too many consonants in it and wasn't nearly as easy to make witty ice-breaking puns with. And so he did with it what he did with everything else about himself: he masked it. He put it behind a layer of subterfuge and parlor tricks and deflected attention from it.

As it turned out, that was easy to do when you were part changeling, part incubus, and had enough magic power in you to make an entire room take part in an impromptu masquerade ball with the lights off if you could get a little room to concentrate and were willing to deal with the mana hangover the next day.

He usually wasn't willing to deal with it.

"Here's hoping," he grinned at his partner in crime, fangs briefly glinting in the desert sun as he did so. "And if he has, probably not anything a quick shadowstep can't fix."

He pursed his lips after a brief pause. "Also if he has, that guy in the bazaar probably owes a bounty being put out on him." He leaned his weight back on one heel and used the momentum to lazily pivot to face Gale, toothy smile returning and hands spread to either side in a plaintive shrug. "So, two options: either we find a mark now to start making our scratch after Medivh bows up to us to kill the guy what screwed us, or... we find a mark to celebrate getting away with it."

How did his fang glint like that?

"Sound like a plan, sugarplum?"

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>One of the other attendants noticed Sherry as she came in, coming over to hash out the details of her request. Of course, just as she was before, the foyer of the temple seemed to grind to a halt as everyone stared at the Dancer's ample...talents.

>Sherry would be lead up many flight of stairs, and from one room to the next. Filling out her request formally in paper, the nature of what she was asking and the length of time, before she was lead into a room with a much older man looking at her cryptically. The silence would ring out for a long time in the room they were in until he nodded at the attendant that came in with her, thanked her for her time and allowed her to leave.

>Lastly and finally, the attendant lead her down a longer corridor, leading to a room at the end of it as she turned to talk to Sherry absently while they came along.

Sorry about all the fuss, we have to be sure about a great many things before any request is carried out, but since you've been approved by one of our elders, then we'll be able to cut right to the heart of the matter!

>She pushed open the doors to the class, and Sherry would be greeted with a similar sight to what she'd seen in the courtyard with the students practising their craft. It was deathly quiet here, not even the faintest sound of muttering or talking amongst themselves from the students, though there was a lull in their activity, as they all halted their actions, more than a few staring bluntly at the dancer. The attendant bowed low to the teacher.

I apologise, Master Kinok. This young lady here is looking to take out an extended request for a bodyguard position, and I was made aware of your class being on. May she have a look?

>The Master bowed his head in response, a warm smile crossing his face as he turned to Sherry.

Of course not, we're most welcome of your patronage! Class, cease with your katas at the moment, and please refrain from staring at our guest!

>He chuckled, his class echoing that with a touch more embarrassment, while they returned to a more relaxed posture, some chattering amongst themselves, most trying to covertly stare at Sherry. The attendant smiled respectfully back at their guest.

Please feel free to go and talk to the students, see which suits you best.

>Tall, short, martial arts uniforms of varying colours and shapes, all very very muscled. The men and women that stood in varying levels of ease waited with baited breath, to see which one of them the pretty newcomer would find interest in, and wherever that may lead...

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>Sherry took the whole process in stride. The novelty of the experience and the beautiful architecture around her made up for the paper work and such

Oh no it's fine, I understand that you have to be thorough.

>Entering the class and looking around at all the students she had the pick of, Sherry's hand come up to her chin as she pondered on who she should talk to first. They all looked so interesting and strong, any one of them could do the job well. It seems that it'll all be up to who she resonated with the best...

Hmmmm. . . Well, when it doubt... go with luck.

>Sherry placed the palm of her hand over her eyes, spun around twice and them pointed her free hand out in front of her in random directions.

Eenie meenie miney... you!

>She removed her hand from blocking her eyes to see who she was pointing at.

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>Eenie meenie miney, you!

>And what greeted Sherry's gaze was a man. This might already have been a misstep.

>Specifically, a tall man, not quite as heavily muscled as the Master she had seen before, nor as lean as the one teaching the class today. His build wasn't uncommon among the other students, but his uniform certainly was. Bright orange, compared to the whites, blacks and other muted shades of his classmates.

>It seemed to take him a while to realise he was being pointed at, the man looking left, and then right at the nearby students, before finally leaning forward slightly and pointing at himself dumbly


>The rest of the class grumbled and groaned as Sherry had made her choice, sighs of disappointment and muttered grousing among classmates echoed out in the room, while her lucky pick merely blinked in surprise, shock having taken the place of his previously mesmerised face.

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Yes you!

>Sherry strides up to the man and inspects him carefully from all angles, walking around him as she "hmmmm"ed and "aaaah"ed at the young man. While she does so, she starts asking him questions.

So, have you ever on bodyguard work before? Do you know what it entails?

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>He immediately straightened up, allowing Sherry to take a closer look as she walked around. From every angle, he certainly looked like a martial artist, if one garishly dressed. He also answered her questions with the practised ease of one used to enquiries.

Uh, yes ma'am. Never on an extended request, but I have served as a short term member of a guarding detail before for merchants on the mainland in caravans. Typically I was to remain on horseback at a distance, survey the area for possible threats, and eliminate any who would seek to pillage the cargo.

>Clinical, clear cut. The man recited off his experiences with familiarity, though his eyes still flitted about the room with nervousness, occasionally alighting on Sherry herself whenever she came around his front again. For someone as trained to attract the gaze as she was, it'd be all too easy to see exactly where his nervous eyes were going, though only for a few seconds at a time before he went back to staring as straight as he could.

...I believe my combat experience and capabilities will be more than adequate to guard you.

>Soft spoken, but determined. There was an iron in those words that didn't bend, even under scrutiny. He stood tall and proud, even against the jealous stares of his classmates, and some reproachful looks from some of the elders. Even despite his nerves, the iron would not melt, even under the heat of a woman such as her.

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Very good very good...

>He was too the point and professional, some glaces at her but not outright gawking, which was fair.

Though under my employment I imagine the most common thing you'll have to deal with is drunken men who want to get too close to me. It comes with the territory for a lady of my profession so having someone... imposing. Not many of the patrons will push the issue when up against someone like you between the floor and the stage.

Aside from that, it's all the common hazards of travelling with a beautiful young woman apply!

>...was she talking about bandits and monsters or something else regarding "hazards."

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>...What did that mean?

>His gaze faltered in confusion as he tried to figure out what precisely she meant by 'hazards.' Attacks on the road, the same drunkards she'd mentioned? Or did that mean more particular to travelling with a beautiful woman? Would they be sharing a room? Did she sleep naked? Did that mean that she was likely to do untoward things to him and he'd be powerless to resist?!

...I can handle any hazards or drunkards that you could think of, ma'am.

>He responded almost a little too fast after Sherry spoke of the 'hazards' that might befall him, to the sounds of more grumbled disapproval. Aside from his...active imagination, it seemed like nothing less than he could handle, to act as a strong body between the crowd and the dancer, and to keep the handsier members at bay. Yeah, he could do that, he could do that easily.

I'd be honoured to accompany you, if you'd have me, ma'am.

>He bowed his head low to Sherry, eyes unwittingly but not unhappily drawn along her exposed legs until he was looking down at the floor. He would be fine with it, no drunkard could beat him, no bandit could outfight him!

>...And any other hazard, he was far too curious to see...

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>Gale was far too happy to think of anything but the positives. She was here, she was out of that Mirran hive city, and she had a city full of wonderful, shiny things to take! Wrapping him up in a hug, she spun him around, and around, only to let him go so that she was in front now. This way she could stride out of the dark alleyway and bask in the sun!
>There was only one on this plane, how neat!
>Turning back to look at the love of her life, she smiled, and nodded.
"Perhaps, yes. But getting away from the stinking hole of mana burn so we're not followed would help? No offense love, but we both stink like ozone."
>She said, before waltzing back into the street, her tail the last thing to turn the corner, beckoning him as it did.

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>Sherry stayed quite for a few moments as she seemed to finalise her thoughts on her selection. Yep, he'd be perfect, plus their outfits matched!

Then you're hired!

>With a bright smile on her face, she holds out her hand to him.

I'm Sherry Palomino, I just know this will be the start of a wonderful partnership~!

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...Castell. Castell Rayaki.

>The monk reached out and warmly shook her hand, face changing from that of nervousness to a hearty mixture of relief and gratitude. The echoed disappointed groan this time couldn't be drowned out, accompanied by the chuckles of the class's teacher.

...I'm sure it will be. Forgive me for just one moment, I need to discuss with my teacher.

>Castell abruptly turned on his heel and walked back over to his master. Not that Sherry could see it, but once he'd turned around from her, the relieved smile had abruptly shifted into the widest smile that anybody could have ever hoped to make. The jealous stares of his classmates washed off of him like waves crashing against the smuggest beach imaginable until he got to his teacher. They exchanged some hushed talks, before the master patted him on the back, and handed him some scrolls, which Castell tucked underneath his arm.

>As Castell rejoined with Sherry, he bowed his head to her respectfully, face back to business.

Once I have packed some of my belongings, we will be free to depart whenever you so choose, ma'am.

>This brought another collection of mutterings and murmurs, though this time, with a shit eating grin of his own, the Master spoke up from his position.

Be mindful of your temper and your spirit, Rayaki. Try not to look too excited, hm?

>Castell at least had the good grace to flinch at the call out and look suitably embarrassed, his eyes broke from Sherry and he looked to the side, blushing profusely.

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>Castell! What a wonderful name! Though... what did his teacher mean by "Try not to look too excited"? Certainly going out into the world was an exciting thing right?

Okay! Once you're done we can head down into town! I set myself up with a performance at the local inn tonight so hopefully we'll bolster our travel funds!

>good think she set it up to be later in the night, going back down all those stairs was gonna make her legs tried again...

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>...That was probably for the best. Bringing her back to his quarters might have been awkward for him and for his dorm-mates. Instead of protesting it, Castell nodded calmly, and set off away from the training room.

>Once out though, it was hard for him to keep from punching the air. Not *only* had he been allowed to go out and see more of the world again, away from everyone else, away from the stuffy classrooms and structured lessons, he was being accompanied by what had to be the sexiest woman he'd ever laid eyes on. The scrolls he'd been given, even the bodyguard work he'd been informed he'd be doing felt trivial and meaningless compared to the reality of being the travelling companion of one so beautiful.

>It was an extended request too. That meant there was no strict time limit on how long he'd be out! He had all the time in the world to get to know her, watch her...'ply her trade' as it were for nothing at all, and all he had to do was beat up a few drunks every now and again? It seemed too good to be true.

>While Castell managed to refrain from whooping with joy, he did still allow himself a wide smile. For however long it took, whatever she needed of him during their partnership, he was free. And nothing could take that away from him. So he would enjoy it to it's damned fullest. Ogling the beautiful dancer, eating good food, breaking the face of anybody who tried anything.

>He had the world to enjoy again.

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