Post by Sanara on Apr 7, 2007 21:38:03 GMT -1
The rain fell over the gloomy Zangarmarsh as it always did, the dull sound of drops impacting with the top of the mushrooms drumming rhythmlessly.
The large black vessel, decorated with ornaments of clearly demonic origin crept lowly in the sky, only a slight bit over the forest-roof, the large, flaming 'engines' humming hoarsely as they propelled the vessel from the Blade's Edge invasion-points to the very capital of the Naaru, the sword enemy of the Legion, the city of Shattrath.
The Legion knew that a large-scale assault on Shattrath would be futile with the Naaru's magics protecting it, however the purpose of this small force was much more complicated.
Looking out over the mushroom-forest below, one of the Wrathguards turned his head to his sister in arms.
-"Are you ready, Mamba?"
-"Ready as I can ever be..." the female Eredar responded, removing her Wrathguard helmet and letting her hair fall.
-"I hope you are." the black-skinned male said with a toothed smile, nodding at the smaller Wrathguard.
The vessel landed quietly next to the mountains near the border between Nagrand and Zangarmarsh, and the fifteen Wrathguards stepped out on to the lush, green grass.
-"Are you sure y-"
-"You're very sweet to pretend that you worry, Karnak." she cut him off with a grin, "but this is not the time."
Karnak grinned at her, readying the large polearm in both his hands.
The other Wrathguards formed a perimiter around the two as the vessel went back into the air and hovered away into the mists, securing their weapons and keeping their eyes open.
Nodding at her brother-in-arms, Larem began to remove her armor-plates, placing them on the ground, and putting her blade down beside it.
Karnak nodded and took out a spellbook hung in a chain to his waist and opened it, raising his free hand with a palm open at Larem.
They had practiced the ritual several times and the words came fluently through his mouth, a faint light emitting from his hand and beginning to dance around the female's body, whose black skin brightened, giving it a dark-blue tone.
As the larger Eredar chanted, the ripples of energy began transforming the physical body of the lesser Wrathguard, shrinking her considerably from the towering giant to barely knee-high to her brother.
Her muscular build lessened, giving her a lean, lanky appearance, and her stature went from the proud Wrathguard stance to slightly slumping down, her arms reaching just above her knees.
Her tail shrunk, hanging in the air instead of brushing in the ground, and her horns bent down, giving them a less malicious appearance, and her feet, claws and all, slowly began to melt into thick, pitch-black hooves.
The green glow emitted from her eyes turned to a blue, soft glow and her protruding fangs grew into her mouth, alinging themselves with the rest of her teeth.
-"Excellent..." her brother stated, looking down at her, "But not complete..."
Another Wrathguard broke formation and stepped into the ring, up to the now Draenei-looking Wrathguard. He opened a pouch by his waist and took out a set of clothes, like doll's-clothes to an Eredar, but perfect for Larem's needs.
She took the garments on, then gave the second Wrathguard a crooked smile.
-"Pink?"
-"If you're being turned into a pansy, we might as well go all the way." he responded, barely able to contain his laughter.
The woman shook her head, somewhat amused, and then turned back to her brother.
-"And now..?"
-"Remember what you've been taught. Nothing must reveal you. Kill our own if you have to, we cannot afford you to be discovered, seeing as what Sironas' failiure led to, Mamba."
-"I will not fail, Karnak."
The Wrathguard nodded grimly, then reached his foot back and kicked her in the stomach, knocking her on her back and ripping part of her clothing with his claws.
Larem stood up, and turned to the road, and began to run, while the other Wrathguards waited patiently behind.
Shortly, she reached the entrance to the Aldor rise, where they daily sent out their Neophytes to fight at the Forge Camps in Nagrand. The elekk-mounted Sha'tar guards quickly rode up to her, with their weapons prepared.
-"Identify yourself, stranger..." one of them said, pointing at her with his blade, "And tell us what did this to you..." he continued, motioning to her torn clothing and the small bleeding on her stomach.
She simply stared at him, blinking her eyes that she had stained with water, and faked a stuttering "W" several times before she pointed down the road behind her and stated;
-"Wrathguards."
In that moment, the Wrathguards broke cover and charged up the road, quickly approaching the slope that led to their position. Suprised but not helpless the Sha'tar Peacekeepers turned to the tunnel behind them and shouted, their voices resonanting all the way down the tunnel and the message being carried on by Neophytes who now charged up the tunnel to face the Wrathguards.
-"Get out of here!" the first Peacekeeper barked at Larem, and faking a horrified scream, she obeyed the order and left the Wrathguards to their fate.
She rushed down the tunnel quickly, but she could still hear the sounds of battle and bumped into several armored Vindicators and Neophytes that came rushing past her to aid their allies.
She had reached the Inn by the time the battle ended, and she knew the Wrathguards had all died fighting desperately. For her.
She would've shed a tear if her mission didn't quickly return to her mind, and she entered the inn.
-"H-hello..?" she stuttered at the innkeeper.
-"Yes, how can I help you?" she responded with a smile costumary to innkeepers all over the universe.
-"I would.. Would like to have a h-.. Hearthstone..."
The inkeeper nodded and bent down, picking up a small stone from behind the counter, and engraved a magical rune in it with her finger, and then binding it to Larem in the same motion, before handing it to her.
-"Just hold it tightly and command it to return you here, and you'll be sent here whenever you wish, friend. Now, can I offer you something else, a room, a drink? You seem like you've been through quite something."
Larem gave an appreciative smile but shook her head.
-"I have to get moving..."
-"Well, I will not stop you. Light bless your path." the innkeeper nodded, turning to a troll and began talking to him in Orcish.
Larem simply moved on, to the elevator, laughing inside her head but trying to look miserable on the surface.
She reached the Terrace of Light and treaded lightly, nearly cowering in fear at the sight of A'dal himself and his two bodyguards, afraid they would see through her disguise.
Supposedly, none of the gathered Aldor, Horde, or Alliance could, but the Naaru were most likely vastly more powerful and wise, so she tried to keep her mind clear lest her intentions would be revealed and she would be slain on the spot.
She found the banners of the Alliance and three portals, leading to the three major Alliance capitols, Darnassus, Stormwind, and Ironforge.
After some thought, she turned to the Ironforge portal. The Dwarves and gnomes were not as zealously devout to the Light as the humans and not as hostile and xenophobic as the Night Elves, and the cold climate outside Ironforge would help her shape her path as an Ice-Magi, leaving nothing of her Eredar past to be seen to the outsiders.
She stepped into the portal and was slung through the nether in a familiar surge of energy, before appearing before a small gnome woman dressed in a blue robe. The gnome smiled widely.
-"I'm a gnome mage trainer, and you're a mage!" she exclaimed, almost overjoyed to find someone who would pay for her assistance.
Perfect.
The large black vessel, decorated with ornaments of clearly demonic origin crept lowly in the sky, only a slight bit over the forest-roof, the large, flaming 'engines' humming hoarsely as they propelled the vessel from the Blade's Edge invasion-points to the very capital of the Naaru, the sword enemy of the Legion, the city of Shattrath.
The Legion knew that a large-scale assault on Shattrath would be futile with the Naaru's magics protecting it, however the purpose of this small force was much more complicated.
Looking out over the mushroom-forest below, one of the Wrathguards turned his head to his sister in arms.
-"Are you ready, Mamba?"
-"Ready as I can ever be..." the female Eredar responded, removing her Wrathguard helmet and letting her hair fall.
-"I hope you are." the black-skinned male said with a toothed smile, nodding at the smaller Wrathguard.
The vessel landed quietly next to the mountains near the border between Nagrand and Zangarmarsh, and the fifteen Wrathguards stepped out on to the lush, green grass.
-"Are you sure y-"
-"You're very sweet to pretend that you worry, Karnak." she cut him off with a grin, "but this is not the time."
Karnak grinned at her, readying the large polearm in both his hands.
The other Wrathguards formed a perimiter around the two as the vessel went back into the air and hovered away into the mists, securing their weapons and keeping their eyes open.
Nodding at her brother-in-arms, Larem began to remove her armor-plates, placing them on the ground, and putting her blade down beside it.
Karnak nodded and took out a spellbook hung in a chain to his waist and opened it, raising his free hand with a palm open at Larem.
They had practiced the ritual several times and the words came fluently through his mouth, a faint light emitting from his hand and beginning to dance around the female's body, whose black skin brightened, giving it a dark-blue tone.
As the larger Eredar chanted, the ripples of energy began transforming the physical body of the lesser Wrathguard, shrinking her considerably from the towering giant to barely knee-high to her brother.
Her muscular build lessened, giving her a lean, lanky appearance, and her stature went from the proud Wrathguard stance to slightly slumping down, her arms reaching just above her knees.
Her tail shrunk, hanging in the air instead of brushing in the ground, and her horns bent down, giving them a less malicious appearance, and her feet, claws and all, slowly began to melt into thick, pitch-black hooves.
The green glow emitted from her eyes turned to a blue, soft glow and her protruding fangs grew into her mouth, alinging themselves with the rest of her teeth.
-"Excellent..." her brother stated, looking down at her, "But not complete..."
Another Wrathguard broke formation and stepped into the ring, up to the now Draenei-looking Wrathguard. He opened a pouch by his waist and took out a set of clothes, like doll's-clothes to an Eredar, but perfect for Larem's needs.
She took the garments on, then gave the second Wrathguard a crooked smile.
-"Pink?"
-"If you're being turned into a pansy, we might as well go all the way." he responded, barely able to contain his laughter.
The woman shook her head, somewhat amused, and then turned back to her brother.
-"And now..?"
-"Remember what you've been taught. Nothing must reveal you. Kill our own if you have to, we cannot afford you to be discovered, seeing as what Sironas' failiure led to, Mamba."
-"I will not fail, Karnak."
The Wrathguard nodded grimly, then reached his foot back and kicked her in the stomach, knocking her on her back and ripping part of her clothing with his claws.
Larem stood up, and turned to the road, and began to run, while the other Wrathguards waited patiently behind.
Shortly, she reached the entrance to the Aldor rise, where they daily sent out their Neophytes to fight at the Forge Camps in Nagrand. The elekk-mounted Sha'tar guards quickly rode up to her, with their weapons prepared.
-"Identify yourself, stranger..." one of them said, pointing at her with his blade, "And tell us what did this to you..." he continued, motioning to her torn clothing and the small bleeding on her stomach.
She simply stared at him, blinking her eyes that she had stained with water, and faked a stuttering "W" several times before she pointed down the road behind her and stated;
-"Wrathguards."
In that moment, the Wrathguards broke cover and charged up the road, quickly approaching the slope that led to their position. Suprised but not helpless the Sha'tar Peacekeepers turned to the tunnel behind them and shouted, their voices resonanting all the way down the tunnel and the message being carried on by Neophytes who now charged up the tunnel to face the Wrathguards.
-"Get out of here!" the first Peacekeeper barked at Larem, and faking a horrified scream, she obeyed the order and left the Wrathguards to their fate.
She rushed down the tunnel quickly, but she could still hear the sounds of battle and bumped into several armored Vindicators and Neophytes that came rushing past her to aid their allies.
She had reached the Inn by the time the battle ended, and she knew the Wrathguards had all died fighting desperately. For her.
She would've shed a tear if her mission didn't quickly return to her mind, and she entered the inn.
-"H-hello..?" she stuttered at the innkeeper.
-"Yes, how can I help you?" she responded with a smile costumary to innkeepers all over the universe.
-"I would.. Would like to have a h-.. Hearthstone..."
The inkeeper nodded and bent down, picking up a small stone from behind the counter, and engraved a magical rune in it with her finger, and then binding it to Larem in the same motion, before handing it to her.
-"Just hold it tightly and command it to return you here, and you'll be sent here whenever you wish, friend. Now, can I offer you something else, a room, a drink? You seem like you've been through quite something."
Larem gave an appreciative smile but shook her head.
-"I have to get moving..."
-"Well, I will not stop you. Light bless your path." the innkeeper nodded, turning to a troll and began talking to him in Orcish.
Larem simply moved on, to the elevator, laughing inside her head but trying to look miserable on the surface.
She reached the Terrace of Light and treaded lightly, nearly cowering in fear at the sight of A'dal himself and his two bodyguards, afraid they would see through her disguise.
Supposedly, none of the gathered Aldor, Horde, or Alliance could, but the Naaru were most likely vastly more powerful and wise, so she tried to keep her mind clear lest her intentions would be revealed and she would be slain on the spot.
She found the banners of the Alliance and three portals, leading to the three major Alliance capitols, Darnassus, Stormwind, and Ironforge.
After some thought, she turned to the Ironforge portal. The Dwarves and gnomes were not as zealously devout to the Light as the humans and not as hostile and xenophobic as the Night Elves, and the cold climate outside Ironforge would help her shape her path as an Ice-Magi, leaving nothing of her Eredar past to be seen to the outsiders.
She stepped into the portal and was slung through the nether in a familiar surge of energy, before appearing before a small gnome woman dressed in a blue robe. The gnome smiled widely.
-"I'm a gnome mage trainer, and you're a mage!" she exclaimed, almost overjoyed to find someone who would pay for her assistance.
Perfect.
