Karrie grinned as Rachel snapped and leaned back into her succubus' arms.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Good... let yourself go. Sate yourself... but everything you do to me, I'm going to do to you tenfold."</span>She would occasionally wince in discomfort, but after a while was able to start fully enjoying Rachel's attention.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"A new report, Priestess. You aren't going to like it." </span>Crimzon entered the office and laid out the scroll on Tyrande's desk.<span style="color: #b30000"> "More slaughters have been reported, even some of ours now. But Nalo has been absolved. There was an attempted attack on an unknown village to the North, mages have identified the... magic trails... or something. The Silvermoon spies and observes were slain by someone from Silvermoon itself. Or... something." </span>Crimzon locked the door and returned to her corner of the room.<span style="color: #b30000">"There is a new Nalo, or another one. This one commands her army or something similar."</span><span style="color: #ff0000">"Your lack of knowledge on the subject is cute. They're avatars of a machine. A very, very dangerous machine."</span>Nalo took a seat at the desk and looked at Tyrande without her usual smirk.<span style="color: #ff0000">"It's a bad and dangerous machine. And before you try to draw comparisons. I was self-contained. This one, and I can scare believe is actually functional now, creates... how can I dumb this down...?" </span>She paused and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "It makes bodies that act as its hands. So if you kill its body, it just makes a new one and continues. What you need to be concerned about is that someone found a power source strong enough to get it functioning and what this means for the rest of the world."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>