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amarthielThe warrior took a moment to rest, grimly wiping demonic ichor from her blade and digging through her pack for something to bandage a wounded arm with. Before her was spread the chaos of battle, the uncoordinated but sympathetic efforts of a hundred men and women; human and orc, tauren and elf, all trying to stem the flood of demons from the fel portal the Legion had constructed here. There were enough for now, she thought; it seemed unlikely that her temporary absence would help the demons much.
Pausing, Amarthiel peered over the edge of the cliff, contemplating the rooftops and half-seen streets of Thrallmar, the Horde's answer, she supposed, to Honor Hold. She really wasn't certain...
The woman sighed softly, faintly regretting the fact that she'd not gotten far enough in her rogue's training to come here in another guise. She could manage, in her usual way; but it would be incredibly suspicious for her alter-ego to suddenly abandon newfound training and profess herself a talented warrior. No, she’d have to spend some time in Kalimdor yet, before she came out here. Still… She was eager to explore Draenor from both perspectives.
Better perhaps to begin with the Alliance she’d been born to; Amarthiel had come to the realization, as she strode through the Dark Portal, that she knew almost nothing of the shattered “Outlands” that lay beyond… which might be a problem. Draenor, she was vaguely aware, was the homeland of the orcs, as well as of the strange, blue-skinned beings who’d recently joined the Alliance forces. The Draenei seemed to feel kinship with the Allies primarily because of their belief in the Light; this did little to endear them to Amarthiel, whose dislike for the practitioners of that faith had only been magnified by staying with the shamanistic and druidic healers of the Horde. Still, they seemed nice enough.
Her ignorance concerning the history of the Outlands, however, didn’t seem appropriate for the other Amarthiel… She would probably be more aware of the history of her own people. It was, the warrior reflected, something she’d have to research before even thinking about heading to the Outlands as a rogue. Sighing softly, she again hefted her heavy blade and prepared to enter the fray... Although her journeys in Draenor thus far had been profitable and, well, somewhat interesting, she regretted the fact that it kept her away from continuing her training as a rogue… Her rooms in Theramore had no doubt been rented out to someone else by now, and she was glad that she’d brought all her possessions from Orgrimmar to Stormwind… most of them packed securely into a small, locked trunk. Her pet snake was back in her room at Honor Hold… it wasn’t entirely unheard of for such beasties to be traded through the goblin Auction Houses, and she didn’t know anyone well enough to entrust him to their care.
Frowning faintly, the warrior turned to face a felguard who’d wandered too close for comfort… Much more of this and, hell, she’d be more than willing to take a break, go back to Kalimdor and her training. For now… Amarthiel leapt off the rock she’d been sitting on, and charged the felguard. After all, she’d a job out here… The faster she finished it, the sooner she could go back to her own world.
Pausing, Amarthiel peered over the edge of the cliff, contemplating the rooftops and half-seen streets of Thrallmar, the Horde's answer, she supposed, to Honor Hold. She really wasn't certain...
The woman sighed softly, faintly regretting the fact that she'd not gotten far enough in her rogue's training to come here in another guise. She could manage, in her usual way; but it would be incredibly suspicious for her alter-ego to suddenly abandon newfound training and profess herself a talented warrior. No, she’d have to spend some time in Kalimdor yet, before she came out here. Still… She was eager to explore Draenor from both perspectives.
Better perhaps to begin with the Alliance she’d been born to; Amarthiel had come to the realization, as she strode through the Dark Portal, that she knew almost nothing of the shattered “Outlands” that lay beyond… which might be a problem. Draenor, she was vaguely aware, was the homeland of the orcs, as well as of the strange, blue-skinned beings who’d recently joined the Alliance forces. The Draenei seemed to feel kinship with the Allies primarily because of their belief in the Light; this did little to endear them to Amarthiel, whose dislike for the practitioners of that faith had only been magnified by staying with the shamanistic and druidic healers of the Horde. Still, they seemed nice enough.
Her ignorance concerning the history of the Outlands, however, didn’t seem appropriate for the other Amarthiel… She would probably be more aware of the history of her own people. It was, the warrior reflected, something she’d have to research before even thinking about heading to the Outlands as a rogue. Sighing softly, she again hefted her heavy blade and prepared to enter the fray... Although her journeys in Draenor thus far had been profitable and, well, somewhat interesting, she regretted the fact that it kept her away from continuing her training as a rogue… Her rooms in Theramore had no doubt been rented out to someone else by now, and she was glad that she’d brought all her possessions from Orgrimmar to Stormwind… most of them packed securely into a small, locked trunk. Her pet snake was back in her room at Honor Hold… it wasn’t entirely unheard of for such beasties to be traded through the goblin Auction Houses, and she didn’t know anyone well enough to entrust him to their care.
Frowning faintly, the warrior turned to face a felguard who’d wandered too close for comfort… Much more of this and, hell, she’d be more than willing to take a break, go back to Kalimdor and her training. For now… Amarthiel leapt off the rock she’d been sitting on, and charged the felguard. After all, she’d a job out here… The faster she finished it, the sooner she could go back to her own world.
