Saga - Part IX
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amarthielThe orc's eyes glazed over and a twist of energy appeared in her hands. I couldn't quite see it but I knew it was there; just a bit of dark force being manipulated by her slender fingers. Following up a slash on the guard by her side, I twisted, leaped, and delivered a kick to her midsection. Deprived of breath and concentration, her spell fell apart; the nether energies dissippated, going back to whatever foul place had spawned them. The warlock fumbled and tried to catch her breath; a rogue caught her from behind and dispatched her as I turned back to the guard, trying to kill him before he could get to our healers.
Rend Blackhand is no friend to the Horde. It felt odd to be slaying orcs, after so long a stay in Orgrimmar. But to these it did not matter which face I wore. And thus.. I felt no guilt. My philosophy has always been that anything trying to kill me is fair game... The less complicated that becomes, the happier I am.
We finished off the group, and I sat down to take stock of what wounds I'd received. As I shuffled through my small pack for some bandages, one of the priests took care of it; I shivered slightly at the touch of the Light, not having expected it.
"Where did you learn to fight like that?" someone asked.
I shrugged. "Just tried it, and it worked." There was no reason I couldn't have done so, after all. The truth was, it was a rogue trick. I had surprised myself by pulling it off in plate... Heat of the moment I guess.
Someone tossed me a few silver, which I dropped into my bag. We pressed on.
I rode 'home' slowly, once I got out of the Burning Steppes, taking my time strolling through Redridge. I stopped in the inn at Lakeshire for some time and nursed a cup of weak beer, but somehow it was less relaxing than I'd hoped... It was a relief to get into Elwynn, and under the shade of trees. It would be easier to disappear, here, if necessary. But that was a ridiculous thought, of course; I couldn't fade away here as I'd learned to there. To start with it would cause too many questions. And this was familiar, friendly territory- there was no reason to.
I patted the small leather pouch the druidess had handed me as I parted ways from her group.. it clinked dully. Glass vials wrapped in wool. I had not dared thank her aloud for it, but I'd nodded my appreciation as I mounted.
I'd taken up potion-crafting myself, hoping that, sooner or later, I'd be good enough to supply myself with the various alchemical cosmetics Amynnah had been supplying me with. For now, though, the druidess' contributions were more than welcome.
The sun was setting as I rode into Stormwind; I decided to try for a room in my old inn, not feeling up to riding all night to get back to Theramore. Perhaps tomorrow, I'd be able to track down the druidess... I didn't want to be gone from Orgrimmar too long. Didn't want my dearly-bought serpent to end up as stew.
Rend Blackhand is no friend to the Horde. It felt odd to be slaying orcs, after so long a stay in Orgrimmar. But to these it did not matter which face I wore. And thus.. I felt no guilt. My philosophy has always been that anything trying to kill me is fair game... The less complicated that becomes, the happier I am.
We finished off the group, and I sat down to take stock of what wounds I'd received. As I shuffled through my small pack for some bandages, one of the priests took care of it; I shivered slightly at the touch of the Light, not having expected it.
"Where did you learn to fight like that?" someone asked.
I shrugged. "Just tried it, and it worked." There was no reason I couldn't have done so, after all. The truth was, it was a rogue trick. I had surprised myself by pulling it off in plate... Heat of the moment I guess.
Someone tossed me a few silver, which I dropped into my bag. We pressed on.
I rode 'home' slowly, once I got out of the Burning Steppes, taking my time strolling through Redridge. I stopped in the inn at Lakeshire for some time and nursed a cup of weak beer, but somehow it was less relaxing than I'd hoped... It was a relief to get into Elwynn, and under the shade of trees. It would be easier to disappear, here, if necessary. But that was a ridiculous thought, of course; I couldn't fade away here as I'd learned to there. To start with it would cause too many questions. And this was familiar, friendly territory- there was no reason to.
I patted the small leather pouch the druidess had handed me as I parted ways from her group.. it clinked dully. Glass vials wrapped in wool. I had not dared thank her aloud for it, but I'd nodded my appreciation as I mounted.
I'd taken up potion-crafting myself, hoping that, sooner or later, I'd be good enough to supply myself with the various alchemical cosmetics Amynnah had been supplying me with. For now, though, the druidess' contributions were more than welcome.
The sun was setting as I rode into Stormwind; I decided to try for a room in my old inn, not feeling up to riding all night to get back to Theramore. Perhaps tomorrow, I'd be able to track down the druidess... I didn't want to be gone from Orgrimmar too long. Didn't want my dearly-bought serpent to end up as stew.
