Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)
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				Title: <strong>Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 02:14:36</strong>
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				"Oh ho ho!&nbsp; The Huntress is bearing her beastly fangs!" Silven began to laugh as he looked at her and walked forward around to her back not caring what she did before dropping a flipping a coin into the hospice and moving back around to Kynrind's front again to continue speaking.&nbsp; "Foolish Girl, what we were doing was noble despite some not so noble means.&nbsp; Did you fools even know what that machine did and what could have been had you not destroyed it?"&nbsp; Silven's anger was beginning to pulse inside of his head and he glared at the woman with hate filled eyes as he remembered the moment.&nbsp; The screams of so many of his people in their hovels as their city was over run with numerous Elves, Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes and Draeni.&nbsp; <br><br>"You destroyed that which you knew nothing of.&nbsp; Had you simply waited even one more day to exact your revenge.&nbsp; The demons would be no more, there would be nothing to here for us to worry about with the exception of Illidan and his followers, but they would fall just as quickly as the demons were banished.&nbsp; Our focus could then be shifted to Northrend where we could finally slay that bastard Arthus and we forsaken would be gone.&nbsp; No, you ended it all you ransacked through our city.&nbsp; Killed countless more than we had and in the end destroyed all the races last hope of ending this damn war!" Silven's rage began to pulsate within his weapon as he growled from beneath his mask.<br><br>"Yet you speak to me of civilization."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 02:30:03</strong>
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				&nbsp;She spat at his feet. "Bull fucking shit. If it was so damned important, you should have used your OWN people, forsaken or Scarlet Crusaders. Instead you captured and murdered thousands of Alliance for your cursed machine. Yes we knew what it did and guess what? The cost was too high for us. We should have let you commit that atrocity just because it would have benefitted everyone?"&nbsp; She spit again.<br><br>&nbsp;"There is a time when the cost for 'victory' comes at too high of a price. You pushed us past it. What would the Horde have done if we did the exact same thing? Would you have sat back and let us murder thousands of your people all on the name of 'victory'? MHhmm? No, you wouldn't. You'd have charged in just like we did because the cost being paid was too high for the prize being offered. So don't lecture <em>me</em> on civilized behavior Forsaken. I've seen your brand of civilization and it makes me sick," Kynrind tossed her head, the muzzle of her rifle having followed Silven as he'd circled her. <br><br>&nbsp;Inside the hospice, Anoriafell finished packing away the last supplies, closing the cabinet, she nodded to the Draenei, smiling as they said their goodbyes.&nbsp; Stretching her shoulders, Anoria hitched her cloak higher on her shoulders as she walked out of the building. The short pale woman blinked asshe saw the scene, a frown pulling at her lips. "Sister. Let us go. I'm tired and wish to rest."&nbsp; <br><br>Kynrind tossed her the reins of her mount, keeping an eye on the forsaken as Anoria mounted. Settling in the saddle. Her robe tightened on her figure enough to show she was&nbsp; well rounded for a night elven woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 02:41:58</strong>
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				"The point isn't about the sacrifice...THE POINT is the fact that the machine was about to function already.&nbsp; If it had been the Horde that it happened to.&nbsp; We wouldn't have sat around with our fingers up our asses and waited."&nbsp; &nbsp; Silven retorted sharply as her sister exited the hospice.&nbsp; He bowed to the fellow priest and nodded lightly.&nbsp; "Good Evening Sister of Elune.&nbsp; Despite the differences in our ways, It's always good to see another of the cloth."&nbsp; The Forsaken eyed her for a moment looking bored, but he bit down on his finger and ignored the thoughts and the urge to oogle the Night Elfs breasts.&nbsp; Instead, he summoned his own Undead Saberfang and moved back up to the upper levels of the city and kept his eyes on the elves via clarivoence when he could.<br><br><em>Arrogant bitch....Well I'll show her later, she doesn't have to worry about that.&nbsp; I'll make sure she begs forgiveness for what she said against the Forsaken and my wonderful machine.</em>&nbsp; Silven followed them, going wherever they went, but was wise enough to stay far enough away from them and eventually headed up to the Scryer's high rise and watched from a set in the shade of one of their orchrids.&nbsp; He knew he'd just have to wait for now, it wouldn't be long.&nbsp; He kept telling himself. It wouldn't be long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 02:57:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;Kynrind just snarled silently, her snarl matching her saber's growl as they both glared at the forsaken. Anoria&nbsp; shifted in her saddle, looking a bit discomforted as she felt her sister's agitation. At Silven's greeting, she nodded politely, murmuring, "It's good to see a cleric that serves the Light or Elune. There are too many shadows in the world these days, and too few willling to shine against them."<br><br>&nbsp;Giving him another nod she laid the reins against the neck of her nightsaber and the huge feline padded off. Kynrind's following. As they rode off, the huntress's head turned to keep him in view until they were manyh paces away, then she rode ahead of her sister to clear the way as they made their way up to the upper city and rode into the great building with A'dal in it.<br><br>&nbsp;Inside, Anoria bowed to the Naaru while Kyn turned her head, avoiding looking at it. Then the pair rode towards the Alliance portals to vanish through the Darnassus one.<br><br>&nbsp;In Darnassus, the sisters sighed in relief. Here, they could afford to relax and soon afterward, both were bathed, fed and in beds to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 03:05:42</strong>
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				Silven watched which portal they went through and bit his thumb slightly at the turn of events.&nbsp; He tore of a bit of flesh and restored it as he looked at the portal and debated.&nbsp; He could enter the portal, but he would be dead before he got two steps into the area.&nbsp; A grim family carressed his lips however as he walked back out of the room and began mixing a potion slowly.&nbsp; Finally it was done after adding in a few specks of netherdust.&nbsp; He drank the potion and found himself in the guise of a night elf.&nbsp; He removed the mask and hood and strapped them to his belt before entering Darnassus and moving about the streets staring around in slight wonder of the society.&nbsp; He kept it only to his eyes and not his head or mouth however not wanting to seem out of place.<br><br>He spoke carefully to other Night elves that passed him and finally took a seat on a bench and clutched his hearthstone.&nbsp; He looked toward the temple of Elune and thought little about it before pocketing the hearthstone again and making sure it was ready to immediately port him away.&nbsp; He closed his eyes then, under the shade of a tree.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 03:52:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;It was many hours before Kynrind rose. The huntress almost always rose before her sister and this day was no different.&nbsp; Kyn stretched and yawned scratching&nbsp; her back as she slipped out of bed to pad naked over to the window. Unconcerned she looked out over the night elven city for a minute before turning to dress in her armor and weapons. <br><br>&nbsp;Once she was dressed, she knelt beside Anoria, resting a hand on her sister's cheek in a gesture of kindness very few had ever seen from the huntress. A sad look flickered in her eyes before she straightened and left. Leaving an order to let her sister know where she was going.<br><br>&nbsp;Outside of the Temple, the tall huntress whistled as she took off running. From the grounds below, a huge white wolf ran up beside her, tongue lolling as the carnivore ran alongside her mistress.&nbsp; Kynrind smiles, digging the fingers of her left hand on the wolf's ruff. "Good girl Grond. Let's go practice. To the training dummies!" Smiling, Kyn and the wolf took off at full speed. The huntress managing to keep close to the wolf as they ran down the ramp and along the stone path towards the Warrior's terrace.<br><br>&nbsp;At the terrace, she stopped, hands on her knees, breathing heavily for a minute before she straightened and went to an unused training dummy. There she had Grind sit off to the side, then drew the polearm and sighting on the wooden post, attacked. <br><br>&nbsp;She leaped in, driving the point of the polearm into the wood with a loud 'thunk', then she spun, yanking it out to launch into a series of feints, attacks and blocks that flowed from one into the other. She danced around the wooden post in a lethal ballet. A vision of night elven grace, beauty and viciousness. <br><br>&nbsp;Several people watched her fight, keeping their distance from the huntress and one comment stood out, 'poetry in motion'.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 04:07:10</strong>
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				Silven rose at first light or what light there could had in Darnassus aside from those that were unnatural.&nbsp; He rose slowly and walked about still getting used to his night elf body.&nbsp; He wanted to get the pair as far away from Darnassus as possible as soon as possible, but right now he couldn't rush things.&nbsp; He just had to blend in and let everyone think he was one of them.&nbsp; Sighing he stopped by a vendor and paid for a few fruits and a loaf of bread before sitting the shade of a tree and offering a bit of his bread to the Guardian he had accidently seated himself beneath.&nbsp; Finding the Guardian rather pleasant, the two began a conversation which went something like this.<br><br>"So Guardian, just how long have you stood here?"<br><br>"Longer than I can remember young one.&nbsp; Longer than I can remember.&nbsp; I'm even relatively young compared to most of the guardians, but still I can not recall."&nbsp; <br><br>"That must be tiresome, to be unable to recall how long you have been at work amongst us."<br><br>"It is, but you all are so kind to the forest that we are happy to do so."<br><br>Silven nodded at that and grew silent before finishing the rest of his meal and moving through the city.&nbsp; He wandered at first, but eventually caught sight of the huntress walking through the streets and eyed her from a distance watching her fight with her polearm.&nbsp; She was amazing to watch and Silven couldn't take his eyes away as he sat on a bench and just gazed on her form.&nbsp; "I must have her..."&nbsp; He muttered to himself when someone sitting next to him turned to him.<br><br>"What did you say?"<br><br>"I said I must have hurt my foot."&nbsp; Silven responded calmly as he rubbed the bottom looked down at his feet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 05:24:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;Kynrind leaped back, spining and threw the polearm at the post. The heavy blade sunk deep into the wood and the night elven huntress spun around the vibrating haft a she yanked two swords out of the sheaths at her hips. Keening a shrill cry, she attacked the wooden training dummy with a ferocity that had several watchers back up as she moved around it, taking out chunks of wood. Still she was just as graceful as before.<br><br>&nbsp;Within several minutes&nbsp; the post cracked and Kynrind leaped back, propelling herself with a kick that pushed her high into the air. The lithe huntress spun forward, landing facing the thick post as it fell over with a thud, the haft of her polearm sticking up at a drunken angle. <br><br>&nbsp; Breathing heavily, Kynrind sheathed her swords, wiping sweat from her face with an offered towel. Then walked over to yank the ploearm out of the post. Several Sentinels grabbed the broken log, to drag it off with Kyn's help and start replacing it with a fresh one. <br><br>&nbsp;The huntress walked to a bench, plopped down, the polearm leaning against the edge of the stone bench as she loosened her chest piece and took a long drink of cool water.<br><br>&nbsp;Back in the Temple, Anoria stirred, sitting up with a yawn and stretch before climbing out of bed to relieve herself and dress. Downstairs she nodded as the keeper informed her of her sister's location and she smiled a thanks to hurry off to the training grounds. <br><br>&nbsp;This day's garb was a thin green and blue robe that clung to her body. Tight over her breasts and hips. "Sister!"&nbsp; She called just as Kynrind's head came up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 03:15:52</strong>
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				Silven moved slowly across the courtyard and found his way to the training grounds, he found everything to be just like the training grounds back at home and it made him feel nostalgic.&nbsp; He smiled a little when a group of warriors began to crowd him chuckling.&nbsp; They were insight of the priestess and her huntress sister and obviously were seeking to impress the pair.&nbsp; "Hey, Priest we were just about to have a tournament to see who was the best fight amongst us.&nbsp; We need the courts unless you want to join."&nbsp; A laugh rose up through the warriors, but Silven was already dis robing and stood only in a pair of black cloth pants which contrasted with his blue toned body in his night elf form.&nbsp; The potion was working wonders and he was glad that the effect lasted so long.&nbsp; He was sure he'd have to replinish it by tomorrow, but he had numerous vials prepared for that.<br><br>Removing his mask and hood, the forsaken posing as a night elf stood there his green hair flowing from his head down the back of his neck and white eyes shone from their sockets.&nbsp; "Alright, I'll fight with you."&nbsp; Silven responded and took a normal staff from one of the racks nearby and stepped into the ring.&nbsp; "Who will be my first victim."&nbsp; The warriors laughed heartily not thinking they could be bested in physical combat and the youngest of them came forward wielding a broadsword.&nbsp; The youth charged thinking the priest easy prey but was met with a furious assult of blows to his head and neck which soon sealed of the air ways.&nbsp; Silven playing the part of the priest well cast renew on the young man and wanted him snap back to reality. <br>"Keep your guard up."<br><br>Silven took in a deep breath and waited for his next challenger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 03:45:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;Anoria sat down beside Kynrind as the huntress moved her polearm. They greeted each other, Anoria smiling as she took a drink from the offered waterbottle and Kyn removing her shoulders and chestpiece. Underneath a thin cotten shirt stuck to her chest, the sweat moulding the cloth to her firm high breasts and catching many eyes. Most of which turned away at the look in the huntresses eyes. <br><br>&nbsp;The group of warriors caught her attention for a moment and both sisters looked on as Silven swiftly dispatched his challenger. Kynrind only sneered, turning away while Anoria looked on with interest. Rising to her feet when the youth's throat was almost crushed.<br><br>&nbsp;"Leave him Anoria," Kyn snapped, grabbing her sister's arm. "He's fine and there is no need for you to waste your healing on trainees and practice." She said, her voice cold as she looked at the men. <br><br>&nbsp;Anoria frowned, pulling her hand from Kyn's. "I heal who I may and who needs it. I take no favorites, Kynrnd, you know that. It's a nice morning, let's not spoil it&nbsp; just yet," the pale haired priestess said, sitting on the end of the bench. Kyn grumbled, and turned away, looking at the female Sentinels practicing, preferring to ignore the male warriors while Anoria just sat and watched Silven spar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 04:18:05</strong>
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				Silven's next three opponets were dispatched as quickly as the first each making the same mistake.&nbsp; The fourth one on the list was much wiser and choose to circle around wielding a pole arm.&nbsp; Silven watched each movement carefully as sweat began to bead on his well defined chest; the clash began shortly after a brief look into each others eyes. There was respect there for both parties.&nbsp; Silven always had respect for Night Elves and their devotions, but they were still his enemies so it was a silent respect.&nbsp; "Come, lets she what you've got!"&nbsp; The priest said and swung around wide striking out for his opponents legs.&nbsp; His opponent nimble lept over the attack and swung down toward Silven's skull.&nbsp; Silven leaned away at the last moment letting some of his hair get chopped away.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good, you'll last much longer than those other three."&nbsp; Silven said quickly as he jumped back avoiding an arcing slash towards him and leapt forward closing the gap between him.&nbsp; Spinning in a tight circle he sent a few blows at the legs and chest of his opponent using both ends of his staff.&nbsp; Each was parried and then came heavy stabbing motions from the pole arm. He dodged to the best of his ability which kept him from taking much more than a few scratches.&nbsp; Leaning forward and right and even backwards at times to keep from taking any damage.&nbsp; He looked into his opponents eyes and saw the next strike being told there.&nbsp; He leaned left as the blade went right and swung his leg grasping the pole arm with the nook there and spun again.&nbsp; His staff came around toward the trapped duelist as it traveled in a circle around Silven's head and collided with the night elf's jaw shattering it into several pieces as teeth flew away from him.&nbsp; His weapon fell to the ground and Silven crotched down laid hands on the Elf and mumbled an incantation.<br><br>"Good spar, now breathe easy for a moment Brother.&nbsp; Your jaw will be healed shortly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 04:42:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;Kynrind ignored the fight, but Anoria watched intently. Her long ears flicked back as they were hit.<br><br>&nbsp; She stayed on the bench until the last fight and immediately rose to dash over and kneel beside the downed night elf. Glancing up at Silven, she laid her hands on the bleeding man's jaw. "Be still, you will be healed," she said, closing her eyes. "<em>Your pain is mine, I take it into me, to heal and mend, broken flesh and bone. With Elune's grace and power, you will be whole once again..</em>&nbsp; The priestess said, lowering her head.<br><br>&nbsp;The man groaned, then his eyes widened as Anoria's hands glowed with a silvery light.&nbsp; Reminiscent of the moon's light, it grew in intensity, overshadowing the morning sunlight. The pale priestess's body shivered and she turned her head, her jaw audibly breaking, welts rising on the skin as she spat out a mouthful of blood and several teeth.<br><br>&nbsp;The man felt his jaw and stuck a finger in his mouth, finding the broken teeth were whole once more. <br><br>&nbsp;Kynrind ignored the&nbsp; healing until Anoria's jaw broke and with a quiet cry, she turned and dashed over to her sister, sliding to a stop beside her, shooting Silven and the elven man a furious glare. She held Anoria close as her sister whimpered, the wounds on her skin fading and her jawbone mending into one piece. <br><br>&nbsp;When the healing was done, she sagged against Kynrind, breathing heavily as blood dripped from her mouth and chin.<br><br>&nbsp;"Goddess curse it, Anoria, WHY do you have to heal every wound? You'll kill yourself one day if you keep this up!" Kynrind hissed, holding her sister protectively. The man stood, bowing as Anoriafell wiped her mouth and chin, nodding to the man.<br><br>&nbsp;"I heal who I need to Kynrind. You know I do not play favorites. I heal all who need it," Anoria said calmly, sitting back and giving Silven a smile. <br><br>&nbsp;"You keep this up and they'll kick you out of the Temple. You heal the Horde as often as the Alliance. That's wrong, Anoria," the huntress said, forgetting how her sweat stuck her shirt to her breasts. She wasn't as well endowed as her sister, but she had plenty on her chest.<br><br>&nbsp;Rising to her feet, she helped Kyn to hers. "I heal who I heal. I <em>can't</em> let a wounded man pass by. You know this. They know this." She said smoothing out her robes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 05:00:42</strong>
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				"I could have handled it priestess, you need not have worried your sister over that injury."&nbsp; Silven said bowing, his voice had changed as result of the potion and nothing had been felt to give them any inclination it was the forsaken they had met in Shattrath.&nbsp; Moving away slowly, he placed the staff back onto the rack and looked toward the huntress.&nbsp; "I'm sorry for any trouble I've caused, if there is anything I can do to make up for this then please let me know."&nbsp; He said quietly as he reapproached them and hoped that the pair would get busy arguing with each other or do something else.&nbsp; The warriors meanwhile were slinking away except for the one who had just been healed.&nbsp; He was laying there rubbing his jaw and eyeing Silven.<br><br>"You are a priest yet you fought like a monster.&nbsp; What are you and where did you learn to fight that way?"&nbsp; The warrior asked quickly glaring evily towards him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Martial skills can be learned by anyone friend.&nbsp; You shouldn't doubt anyone just because of their choosen walk in life.&nbsp; A member of the cloth can wield a weapon just as well as anyone else.&nbsp; Its just a matter of how much dedication you're willing to put forth.&nbsp; You should remember that next time."&nbsp; Silven said with a friendly smile and offered the elf a hand to help him stand up.&nbsp; Lifting him, the Elf turned and began walking away after gathering his things.<br><br>"I'll thank you on his behalf since he seems to have forgotten."&nbsp; Silven said quickly and looked at the two maidens and their figures and blushed before averting his eyes. He was acting of course and wasn't at all abashed to see their bodies.&nbsp; Turning his head back to them after his brief moment of shyness he addressed them.&nbsp; "May I get your names?&nbsp; I'm Thornin Stormcalmer."&nbsp; He answered quickly to them coming up with a name on the spot that he knew should fit.&nbsp; He wondered how well he could become part of this society and if it would be worth it.&nbsp; All he needed to do was secure an escape or get these two out of alliance territory.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 05:47:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;Anoria finished smoothing her robe and dabbed at her&nbsp; face, removing the last of the blood. She brushed a lock of hair back from her face, nodding as her sister stalked back to the bench to get her polearm and armor. Kyn stared at Silven with an intensity that many found unnerving as she strapped the armor back on. <br><br>&nbsp;She was walking back when Anoria answered&nbsp; the disguised forsaken. "I'm Anoriafell, priestess of Elune. My sister is Kynrind-"<br><br>&nbsp;"Anoria! You do not need to tell everyone you meet our names. I need a bath and we both need something to eat before we leave. Let's go," Kyn gestured, her tone sharp as she stared at Silven with a distinctly hostile look. <br><br>&nbsp;Anoria sighed, giving Silven an apologetic smile. "Please forgive her, she is right though. we do need to be leaving soon. Elune adora," the priestess said, bowing before turning to join her sister and both women walked off towards the Temple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 05:53:30</strong>
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				"Elune adora."&nbsp; Silven muttered and redressed in his equipment before moving down the path and heading out of the Alliance town.&nbsp; He had, had enough of the place to last one life time and seeing now that Kynrind was going out of her way to over protect her sister and herself.&nbsp; He wondered what he could do; stopping at the portal that lead away from the place, his head turned back toward the city.&nbsp; Maybe he could work this to his advantage.&nbsp; He began making his way back and stopped on a bench sitting there for a moment and drinking another of the transformation potions that allowed him to stay as he was.&nbsp; He carefully picked out the thoughts that needed to be there and tied them together along with a plan to either seperate them or get them out of the city.&nbsp; <br><br>Rubbing his hands together for a little bit of warmth he looked up toward the sky and could see no signs of what time of day it was by it.&nbsp; He merely resigned to the strange place and stretched out on the bench wondering what his horde breathen were doing and what they would think of him now.&nbsp; Sighing at that, he supposed he needed to find lodging and made his way to the nearest inn to do so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 06:20:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;The two women bathed and ate, leaving for the portal to Rut'theran Village. They lead their mounts, the wolf, Grond close behind her mistress as the duo walk down the path to the portal. At the purple hazed portal, they step aside as a troop of night elves pass through it into the city, females in the armor of the Sentinels. <br><br>&nbsp;As they wait, Kynrind took out a skinning knife, drawing the edge over a whetstone, while Anoria just waited.
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				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 06:42:10</strong>
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				Silven finished up securing his lodging and moved through the town tracing the pair of Night Elves steps.&nbsp; He walked slightly in the distance and wandered about for a while so not to arrise any suspicions before walking along with the troops for a moment.&nbsp; So many Sentinels, he thought to himself in awe for a time, then moved back around to head through the portal.&nbsp; He wondered just how far he would end up going before he finally returned to Shattrath or undercity.&nbsp; His hearthstone was primed, but just how quickly could he use it?
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				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 06:54:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;The elven woman passed through the portal after the Sentinels finished entering the city. At the village, they went to the building before the docks. There Anoria went inside while Kynrind wandered down to the shoreline, moving behind a large root to crouch down and toss stones into thw water. Hidden from the rest of the village for the moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 02:43:36</strong>
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				Silven or rather Thorin Stormcaller had moved through the city examining it.&nbsp; While it was truly much smaller than the city they had just left it was still too heavily guarded for him to try anything. Letting his eyes wander through the network of elves and eventually finding Anoria and Kynrind before they seperated, he walked towards them.&nbsp; Seeing that Kynrind was heading toward the beach, he wandered if she was going for a swim and crotched down to spy as he walked along the beach, but found that she was just sitting behind a large root. Curiosity always got Silven and he moved close to the branch and just watched her throw stones in the water for a moment.&nbsp; He stayed like that in silence for five minutes, then finally asked from the otherside of the root.<br><br>"What are you doing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 04:25:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She tossed the small rocks at the waves, watching the waves swallow them with barely a splash. The only acknowledgement of Silven's presence was a flick of an ear. "What does it look like?" she asked, throwing another one. It plunked into the water, followed by another one. "Why are you following me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 04:37:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven shrugged and sat down against the log on the other side.&nbsp; "I wasn't really, I was passing through on my way out to the Burning Steeps to gather some samples.&nbsp; I noticed you and your sister, she didn't seem like she needed any company.&nbsp; You on the other hand, you're always setting yourself apart from everyone,&nbsp; especially males."&nbsp; Silven ran his heel into the sand before turning his back to the log and sitting down.&nbsp; He leaned into it and stared back at the village.&nbsp; "To be honest, I'm a little curious.&nbsp; What happened to you to make you so averise to people, I've never met someone in the village so abashed towards anyone or anything.&nbsp; Except maybe the forsaken and their body odor.&nbsp; <br><br>Silven was referring to the smell of new forsaken that had been created or the abominations.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 04:47:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Kyn's lips pulled back form her teeth. " I do not like men. Always pushing, asking and poking things where they shouldn't." Standing, she tossed the rest of the stones into the water, brushed her hands off on her pants. "I survive, you won't if you are around me for long."<br><br>&nbsp;Placing her hands on the root, she leaned over it to glare at the top of his head. "The forsaken," spits at the water, "are foul rotting abominatons against nature. Pity more were not given the final death in Undercity." The huntress straightened and walked to the shoreline, folding arms over her chest as she stared out over the water.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 04:56:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not pushing you or trying to 'poke' you.&nbsp; I'm asking a question yes, but hostility won't get you very far right now."&nbsp; Silven said quietly rolling a coin between his fingers before looking skyward.&nbsp; "I doubt you could kill me anyway huntress."&nbsp; The disguised forsaken said as he lulled his head back against the log and sat still.&nbsp; Innerwardly he wanted to strangle the woman for her words against his people, but he would have to just be quiet about it.<br><br>"I'll agree with you, but even they have their place at the moment.&nbsp; If not for them Arthas would have long overrun us and everyone else.&nbsp; They may not be on our side but at least their doing <em>something</em> thats benefiting all of us.&nbsp; I hate what they have done, I hate what they are and I hate what they stand for, but right now.&nbsp; Right now, I would sooner kill one than send him away to fight demon's or the other undead."&nbsp; Silven said to her as he laid there for the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 05:05:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;She shot him a disgusted look over her shoulder. "I have shot annoying men before, so back off," she growled, looking back out to sea. <br><br>&nbsp;Kynrind shrugged her bow off her shoulder, idly thrumming the taut string. At his words, she laughed butterly. "Yes, just like they were <em>doing</em> something when they made that abominanation of a machine. The only thing I could ever see them doing right is being used as cannon fodder. Worthless rotting fuckers," she spat, snapping the string several times and listening to the low hum as it slowly faded.<br><br>&nbsp;(she did not break the string, just plucked it like a guitar string)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 05:18:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven shut his eyes and jut listened as he faced away from her.&nbsp; "Somethings are worth doing, they chose to do something good for everyone, then fucked everything up with how they went about doing it."&nbsp; Silven gave a harsh laugh.&nbsp; "The fuckers didn't even think twice about sacrifacing us, instead they stared throwing anyone they could get their hands on in the damn thing.&nbsp; Should have used demons themselves or themselves.&nbsp; Would have done us all a favor."&nbsp; <br><br>Taking the book from his side he began to read and turned his head slowly back to her.&nbsp; "You're very good at that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 05:44:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Good intentions or not, their methods did not justify the means. There's no such thing as a good forsaken. They're just as bad as the Scourge," laughing harshly, she nocked an arrow and drew it back, tracking a seagull. "I should have told that to that rotting piece yesterday. It was so mad I expected it's tongue to fall out." <br><br>&nbsp;Kynrind let the bow relax, then turned to face him. "<em>Why</em> are you talking to me?&nbsp; Go away." Sliding the arrow back in the quiver and slinging the bow over a shoulder, she strode past him. Intent on heading to the building her sister was in, moving with the same uncinscious grace as before.<br><br>&nbsp;Inside, Anoria knelt by a bed, resting her hands on a child as she healed the young boy
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 05:53:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I merely wish to learn more.&nbsp; You are unusual."&nbsp; Silven answered honestly, but stood up and walked away all the same knowing that if he prodded any further it would probably end badly.&nbsp; "Forgive the intrusion."&nbsp; He called out and moved away making his way toward the exit of the village.&nbsp; He stopped sort and found a vendor near him selling alchemical items and paid for a few then bought a single vial before sitting down and beginning to mix something.&nbsp; He watched the vial turn red, then slowly swirl into a purple color before he pocketed it and walked out of the village.<br><br>He wondered what the two were doing even as he walked through a forest and was attacked by stray beasts that were killed before they so much as managed to get within three feet of him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 06:26:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;The two women talked, one in heated tones before they left, headed back to Darnassus. In the city, Anoria purchased some supplies while Kyn dickered with a merchant over the color and quality of a bolt of mageweave and lace. Both women paid for their purchases, packing them away carefully. Then activating their hearthstones, vanished in a green leafy haze to the Aldor inn in Shattrath. <br><br>&nbsp;Kynrind checked the straps on the saddles, tugging a loose one tight before mounting. She waited for Anoria to mount and with Grond padding alongside, the two elven women rode out of Shattrath into the Terokkar forest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 06:41:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven walked along in the forests surrounding the Night Elf captial then hearthstoned back to the Undercity and drank the antidote before he was attacked.&nbsp; Moving slowly through the town, he came to the portal to Shattrath and mounted his undead saberfang, he rode swiftly out of Shattrath and into the forests of Terokkar for some alliance hunting to settle his nerves.&nbsp; He always had that habit whenever things weren't going his way, head into Terrokkar kill or rape or whatever in the place and then go back to Shattrath for a nice cold ale.&nbsp; The thought of the frothy beverage put a smile on the undeads masked face as he moved carefully through trees and then sighted them.<br><br><em>What...perfect...luck.</em>&nbsp; The forsaken thought in complete disbelief as he stared at the two women and thought how best to go about this.&nbsp; A psychic scream might be good if he could get both them in his radius, but first things first.&nbsp; He needed to incapicate the priest, then go after the hunter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 07:00:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;The two women rode along the southeast road, heading towards Tuurem and possibly Allerian Stronghold. They passed the Cenarion thicket, headed towards the Broken overrun village.&nbsp; Kynrind had her rifle out, keeping a wary eye out for any danger as their mounts trotted along the well worn pathway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 07:15:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven moved in carefully and smiled as he hammered Anoria with several damage over time spells such as power word pain, devouring plague, vampiric touch and burn damage from a dark attributed Holy Flare he had been researching.&nbsp; The spell was exactly the same as a regular holy flare except it was black instead of blindingly white and dealt out shadow damage instead of holy damage.&nbsp; Silven smiled as&nbsp; he ran about in the shadows of the tree line and quickly pulled a bubble around himself waiting to see what the priestess would do.&nbsp; He knew he could interupt any of her spells before she began them, but he had to keep his eye on the huntress as well whom he had also inflicted his curses upon.<br><br><em>Let's see who will win this round my pets.</em>&nbsp; He thought to himself as he began to channel through his inner focus and call upon a shadow beast to wrestle with the pet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 07:34:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Anoria gasped in pain when the first spell hit. She grabed the saddlehorn, doubling forward as the shadow magic began to eat into her. Instantly, she&nbsp; began to cast a Cleanse on her, dropping a bubble on herself. The huntress, half a length in the lead turned in the saddle, her eyes wide as Anoria reached out for her. <br><br>&nbsp;"Sister, ride!" The priestess shouted as both clapped heels to their mounts as they tried to race out of the range of the unseen attacker. Kynrind broke into a sweat as she was afflicted by the magic and Anoria groaned, feeling the pain from her sister as she cast her Cleansing spell again and again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 23:26:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven watched the pair try to ride away and chuckled as he looked at Anoria and cast silence at her.&nbsp; Walking a few steps out, he blew the whistle that the Netherdrake had given him and the beast appeared beside him before he had time to take more than three steps in the sisters direction.&nbsp; Mounting, he took to the skies and shot forward following the pair and casting a mind blast at the huntress.&nbsp; He hoped to induce the mental pain that the spell so normally created and make her scream out in agony from it.<br><br>His eyes turned back to the priestess.&nbsp; She was groaning under the weight of his spells and her repeatedly casting of dispel was beginning to annoy him.&nbsp; Growling, he sent a mana burn down at her wanting to take that advantage away from the night elf.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 05:56:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Kynrind rode along, bent over the saddle, gripping the reins heard as pain tore through her body. Behind her, Anoria gasped, barely staying in her saddle as she cast cleansing spells on herself and her sister. The bond they had letting her feel her sister's pain. The pair flew down the road.<br><br>&nbsp;Before long Kyn reined to the north, guiding them around the Broken controlled ruins of Tuurem. She stopped in a thicket, scannign the wood around them for the Broken guards that patrolled around the town. Behind her, Anoria drank a mana potion as she cast several healing spells on the two.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 02:29:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven flow over the town and hovered looking for the pair while his mana regen.&nbsp; He spotted them but made no motion before them.&nbsp; Instead, he flew just out of their line of sight and cast levitate on himself landing on a tree limb and crawled silently on his belly across it while his dragon flew off.&nbsp; Smiling to himself, he found himself looking down upon the Elves.&nbsp; He knew not if they noticed him or not, but right now he was just observing to see how they would react to his attack.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 05:13:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Kynrind and Anoria pulled up in the thicket. Kyn huddled in the saddle, sweating heavily as the curses ate into her body. Anoria, whiter faced than normal, managed to cast several cleanses on herself and her sister. Removing&nbsp; most of them, but&nbsp; both were obviously in pain. <br><br>&nbsp;As the curses were removed, Kyn raised her eyes to scan the skies around them. Switching from her rifle to the bow. The huntress snarled silently, handing her sister a waterskin. Which she gratefully drank from.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 03:45:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The priest now sitting cross legged far above the pair watched curiously and let himself ease against the side of the tree.&nbsp; He wondered how he might continue to play with them for a while, but it was obvious they were now alert to his presence far more than they had been.&nbsp; He watched and continued to watch until the trade off of the water skin.<em>They have the advantage at the moment, I need a distraction.</em> He thought quietly to himself as he absentmindedly sipped some water of his own which a mage from Shattrath had been kind enough to provide.&nbsp; Never letting his eyes fade from the two, he finally waved his hand and let a shadow beast appear at the base of the tree.&nbsp; The beast was a slimy mass of darkness, wrapped in the shadows of the realm between, it scurried hurriedly toward the pair with no legs and only it's arms.&nbsp; The creature was no bigger than a Doberman or a wild boar.&nbsp; Smiling at his ploy, Silven hoped it would buy him enough time as he dropped down from the tree catching a few branches along the way before hitting the ground.<br><br><em>Just have to keep them from healing up, I can out last them if they can't heal.</em>&nbsp; The sick Forsaken told himself as he darted behind trees as his beast made a lunge at Kynrind, attempting to swipe the rifle from her hands and penetrate through the armor to strike her torso.&nbsp; Silven meanwhile was getting closer into range for his spells and watched carefully for an opening or the moment to strike.&nbsp; He began to prepare a mind blast spell and was ready to cast it on Anoria the moment his beast faded away into nothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 07:46:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Kynrind stayed in her saddle, bow out and eyes alert for any danger as Anoria raised the skin to drink deeply. As she drank, Grond growled. A low threatening rumble as the shadow fiend burst from the bushes. Instantly Kynrind reacted. Snapshooting a concussive arrow at the fiend, following with an explosive shot and arcane, as Grond leaped to attack the fiend.<br><br>&nbsp;Knowing the attack had a purpose, Anoria drank quickly, knowing she had little time to regain her mana. Even as Kynrind attacked, she drank, nudging her mount forward with her knees to stay away from the fight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 08:06:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven's attack burst from his finger tips, the dark magic sailing straight toward's Kynrind's mind.&nbsp; His shadow fiend meanwhile was busy wrestling with Kynrind's pet before being overcome by the two shots.&nbsp; The beast surging to keep it's form relaxed as it came back and charged again on Grond, before it's fragile connection in this world was severed and was forced back to the area between.&nbsp; Silven clapped as he stepped forward grinning devilishly as he looked at the two sisters.&nbsp; "Oh Bravo, bravo.&nbsp; You managed to defeat a shadow fiend."&nbsp; Silven's voice cackled with lust and foul play as he took steps forward and the ground beneath his feet began to rot as the land became blighted from him.&nbsp; It would be healed as soon as he left, but the longer he stayed the more the blight would focus.&nbsp; He chuckled again turned his eyes to Grond and Kynrind, he was in range of their firing and he'd probably take a bullet before he got the spell off but so be it.<br><br>His eyes grew wide and he screamed, but with that scream sharp psychic pains rushed into any around them and forced them into a horrified state.&nbsp; Only those with items to protect against it could ever hope to get away from it, it was a short lived fear though and Silven was using it for a ploy.&nbsp; He wanted Kynrind and Grond away from him for a moment and he had just enough distance between him and Anoria for her to remain unaffected.&nbsp; Eyeing her he waved his fingers in a subtle motion and moved toward her.&nbsp; "Come here girly...I promise I won't hurt your sister if you come here."&nbsp; The forsaken cooed at the priestess as he stepped closer to her, his eyes gleaming with hatred, lust and an all consuming desire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 04:59:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Kynrind, seeing the forsakan step out, snapshot at him. She wasn't stupid and knew what a priest's shadowfiend was. Her sister used one occasionally. Grond snarled and rushed at Silven, jaws slavering for the taste of forsaken. Kynrind shot a black arrow and a serpent sting at him before the sheer hated and fear of the scream sent her nightsaber racing off in terror, Grond not far behind. All she could do was hold on to keep from being thrown from the saddle.<br><br>&nbsp;Anoria looked at Silven with huge eyes, but she kept drinking. As he walked closer, she lowered the waterskin, wiping her mouth. "What is your business with us forsaken?" She asked, taking the reins on hand and moving away slowly. "You're not actng like the suave priest my sister was arguing with&nbsp; yesterday."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 05:13:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I tend to follow the golden rule deary.&nbsp; I treat people the way they treat me and your sister treated me like a right piece of shit.&nbsp; You, your fine, but your related to her and it tends make the suffering of those who are ill to others so much great, when you can strike what they care about."&nbsp; Silven's side was pierced by the black arrow, but had been stepping ahead and was only scraped by the serpent sting.&nbsp; The poison stung for a moment as did the pain in his side, but a quick renew and cure disease rid himself of the afflections, he had the upperhand from the start and hadn't sustained much damage though he sure as hell was cautious about it.&nbsp; His bones were brittle enough and what little was left of his body didn't work the way it used to, though he got around with it.<br><br>His eyes turned back to her again and he stretched out his hand.&nbsp; "You come with me and I'll stop all of this right now or you can choose to resist and things will turn poorly for everyone here." He said moving his head over to her sister being run off by her nightsaber and Grond following behind.&nbsp; His eyes slit to her for a moment as he cast mind flay upon her sister, sending the blue beam of magic hurtling right towards her.&nbsp; "What is your answer?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 08:31:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Kynrind held on, managing to keep ahold of her bow and arrows, but wasn't able to shake her mount's paniced run. <br><br>&nbsp; Anoria sat straight in the saddle and she dropped a shield around herself.&nbsp; "That isn't very noble of you then. She has reason to be bitter, as do many of the Alliance. The methods used were.. deplorable," she said, edging her mount back from him. "I have little reason I will be kept safe and unharmed by you, priest or not. The reputation of the forsaken is well deserved, is it not?" Keeping an eye on him, she shook her head. "I'll have to decline," and took off after her sister.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 01:21:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I gave up nobility a long time ago priestess.&nbsp; I can act like a gentleman when I want, but for now I think I'll just be a royal ass."&nbsp; He laughed at her as she rode away and told her she declined his offer.&nbsp; "So be it, I'll see to it that you both suffer."&nbsp; The Forsaken summoned his undead nightsaber and rode it hard toward the pair aiming his glowing eyes toward the priestess sister and beginning to chant.<br><br>"Dark flames of sacred fire, rise from the depths of black hell and engulf this priestess of the light, show her now the might of the shadow."&nbsp; Slipping into shadow form, Silven chackled and unleashed a black holy fire upon the maiden of Elune.&nbsp; It had taken him two years to figure out how to unleash that spell, but finding a shadow version of a holy based attack was well worth it.&nbsp; "Give in Priestess, you two are already too weak to continue to stand against me and I have plenty of mana potions."&nbsp; Silven chuckled opening his cloak to reveal it was lined with numerous vials of mana.<br><br>Breaking off from the pair he darted into the woods, just in range to cast spells and be seen by the two.&nbsp; Though it would make it much harder for any of them to get a good shot off of each other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 05:46:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Anoria raced after her sister, shouting as Kyn smacked the nightsaber in the back of the head. "Stop running!" The huntress shouted at her mount. The saber shook it's head and took off after Anoria's. <br><br>&nbsp;Anoria looked back over her shoulder. Throwing up an arm as he cast his spell. It sent her reeling in her saddle, but she stayed in it as the two raced off to the north of Tuuren.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 02:19:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven gripped the reins on his saberfang and watched them ride ahead of them, he needed something to really get their attention.&nbsp; Grinning to himself, he blew the whistle that the Netherdrake had given to him.&nbsp; The beast read his mind had flew like a bullet straight toward the pair crashing down to the Earth in front of them and roaring loudly in front of the two saberfangs.&nbsp; If their courses were not change immediately the pair would collide with the Drake; Silven watched with great interest in what they would do next as he spurred his saberfang harder towards them.<br><br>"Give up!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 03:28:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Kynrind reacted instantly. Nocking an arrow, she snap-shot an explosive shot at the dragon's mouth, even as she guided the saber's mount to the left to head around the beast. Anoria flicked out a hand, casting a Shadow Word: Pain on it even as she followed her sister's lead. They had to get out of there now!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 03:47:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Dragon's head snapped back and roared out loudly, it was in pain but it would die from the sister's combined attacks.&nbsp; It shook it's massive head stunned from the shock of the explosion.&nbsp; Silven rushed passed it and glared headlong at the two sisters.&nbsp; The chase was lasting too long, he had expected it to be over by now; his mind was clouded in the haze of the hunt and the lust in his body.&nbsp; <br><br>"Anoria, Kynrind...how long can you keep this up?"&nbsp; Silven called out to them riding just with in range of their offensive abilities as he pointed his finger at Anoria.&nbsp; "You, priestess you're job is to protect is it not?&nbsp; You're not doing a very good job of protecting your dear sister!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 02:51:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Looking over her shoulder, Anoria shouted, "we can keep it up as long as we need to. Your hospitality, we do not want!" She leaned forward, laying along the saber's back as they raced along. <br><br>&nbsp;Kynrind turned in the saddle, snapping a shot back at Silven. She didn't know if she was hit him or not, she was just hoping to slow him down. The forsaken were NOT good people to be a captive of. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 04:09:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven's shoulder erupted in a spray of blood and flesh, his eyes turned slowly to grievious energy as his renew spell slowly made it reform.&nbsp; He would be feeling that later; rubbing his hand over it, he thought that those to had better be damn well worth it.&nbsp; His eyes turned into dark slits as he chased after them, pushing his undead saberfang harder than a normal saberfang could ever run.&nbsp; The pitiful looking creature rushed forward faster, no longer burdened with the limits of a living body, though it couldn't move much faster than made five percent faster than the saberfangs in front of him.&nbsp; The beast closed in slowly as Silven's shoulder closed back up painfully, drawing his staff he groaned and swing it in a full circle about him aiming to strike the huntress in the front and the priestess in the back.<br><br>Meanwhile, his eyes were examining his situation.&nbsp; He had gotten himself between the pair and that could be both beneficial and very bad for him as well.&nbsp; Any strike from either one could be deflected off to the other sister, but it also put him in a situation to receive grievious blows if he wasn't careful.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 06:42:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Kynrind, sensing he was close looked to her left and seeing him, shouted. "Forsaken between us!" Immidiately, they split, but not fast enough as Silven's staff hit Anoria in the back knocking some of the breath from her lungs and Kynrins in the chest. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;The huntress snarled, grabbing at the staff while Anoria threw back her head and screamed [Psychic Scream], which she hoped was enough to drive him back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 03:20:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven's eyes widened with the sudden fear and anguish of the psychic scream.&nbsp; His eyes lulled back for a moment as he fought internally to gain control as did his saberfang.&nbsp; It continued to rush forward as they split moving away from them.&nbsp; After a good twenty yard distance had been put between them, Silven's forsaken will power [Will of the Forsaken] over came the fear as his eyes turned back.&nbsp; His mount was still running wild, when he turned his eyes back to Kynrind and Anoria.&nbsp; The alchemist in him smiled as he pulled out a vial of poisonious gas and winked at both them.&nbsp; It was plague gas, a fast acting agent that unless cured would quickly make them ill.<br><br>"Hmm...let see you two survive this."&nbsp; Silven ran after them, holding the vial ready to launch it at them when the moment was right.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 18:35:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;The sisters had used the opportunity to race ahead. they were nearing the northern boundary of Tuuren and began to turn east when Anoria ran into a Broken. The mutated Draenei squealed and attacked, clawing at her&nbsp; as it was shouldered aside. <br><br>&nbsp;Kynrind screamed, snap shooting it from the saddle. She snarled, as feral looking as her wolf or mount as they raced on past. Reaching out, she grabbed&nbsp; Anoria's shoulder. "Stay in the saddle, we'll go no- Fuck!"&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;They'd come across one of the streams that ran through the ruined village. As fast as they were running, the sabers crouched at the shore in the midst of their run and leaped. Soaring almost all of the way across the stream. Water splashed as the mounts landed, soaking them and their riders as they started swimming, heads and broad paws churning the water to froth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 22:04:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven smiled at the new situation, he was just barely in range to cast a spell at the water and he knew exactly what to do.&nbsp; His saberfang continued to rush forward while he chanted and watched the sisters move through the small stream; the power of shadow magic filled him, then the spire formed a few feet behind the sisters as the dark flames shot down from the sky into the water instantly causing the stream to hiss and steam as it's temperature steadily rose.&nbsp; He knew that such heat would be a great annoyance to both of the sisters and their saberfangs.&nbsp; Especially as the water's heat would continue to rise for a few moments after the spell was cast.&nbsp; <br><br>"Arscis, veer right."&nbsp; He commanded to his saberfang as it veered off approaching a long path of rocks and leaped onto one attempting to avoid the same distress, it however slipped off and into the stream at the half way point and swam quickly through the boiling water as froth filled it's mouth.&nbsp; The pair felt the discomfort of the heat, though pushed through it and kept their eyes situated on the prize ahead, the two lovely night elves.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 04:40:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;All four of them, the night elves and sabers hissed and growled as the water heated up. When the sabers scrambled out of the water, Anoria quickly set a healing spell on them to ease their discomfort while Kynrind looked around for the priest. She wanted to kill something. Badly...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 02:06:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fuck this."&nbsp; The undead tired of the chase dismounted and walked over to the pair anger flashing in his eyes as he drew his staff and moved towards them with little interest in prolonged this maddening dance they had been playing.&nbsp; "Come and get me you Night Elf shit.&nbsp; This game of Cat and Mouse is over!&nbsp; Fight me now on this soil or run from me forever.&nbsp; The choice is yours!"&nbsp; He called them, rushing head long with a shield around him as he aimed his staff toward Kynrind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 07:24:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;As pained as she was, Kynrind grinned. "You're the one that started it corpse!"&nbsp; Kicking off her mount, she landed and started shooting at him. The shots weren't to hurt him, but they would wear down his shield. Between shots, she set down a freezing trap, backing up a step with every shot. If he was stupid enough to charge her, she'd make sure he paid for it. Grond howled as she charged, Her long teeth savaging the shield.<br><br>&nbsp;Anoria dropped a shield on her sister as she cast several fortifying spells on them both. Further draining her mana somewhat, but needed in the situation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 05:47:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven didn't bother any preparation, he still had his in effect from earlier, watching Grond he simply smiled and waved his staff in the air.&nbsp; "Here Puppy, fetch the stick!"&nbsp; He laughed as he spun smacking the animal across his jaws with the Fel enchanted pieces of stone.&nbsp; He kept moving forward as he eyed Kynrind and let his eyes move back and forth between her and Anoria.<br><br>"I will make sure you go through hell for this insult."&nbsp; He sputtered out as he spun his staff, casting a mind blast from it's tip that sliced through the air toward Kynrind's skull.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 08:55:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Grond yelped in pain as Silven's staff caught on the muzzle. The blow stunned her enough she staggered off to the side for a moment.<br><br>&nbsp;Kynrind was grinning fiercely as she shot at the forsaken priest. Just as Grond was smacked, she threw down a frost trap and leaped backwards, only to fall into the bushes when the mind blast caught her.&nbsp; The Kal'dorie's screams ripped the air as the spell ate into her flesh, echoed by Anoria as she felt the pain rippling down their bond.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 20:18:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven absently stepped on the trap as he continued to move forward and felt the surge of frost echoing across his body.&nbsp; Soon bits of frigid cold were clinging to him encasing him in his own personal cage.&nbsp; The process wasn't as fast as normal and Silven took that to his advantage by sending a Power Word Pain at the priestess before he found himself up to his neck in the frost.&nbsp; "This trap won't last forever."<br><br>He grimly reminded the pair as he knew at most it would hold him for thirty seconds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 22:27:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Anoria was shivering from the pain as she began healing her sister. After ten secoinds of healing, she turned to Silven, her eyes flashing dangerously. "You have chosen the wrong women to mess with priest. Words are just that, words. My sister has an abrasive tongue, but she wiwll not attack unless provoked."<br><br>&nbsp;Raising her arms, she cast several spells at Silven, taking advantage of the remaining time to get off a few spels.&nbsp; Shadow word: Pain, a Devouring Plague and Vampiric Touch. Which she hoped would cause him to rethink his options. As the ice prison cracked, she screamed, using her Psychic Scream.<br><br>&nbsp;Whatever happened, they needed to get away from him and into a clear area to fight better. <br><br>&nbsp;KYnrind, wracked wth pain, her face etched with the agony he'd inflicted on her, and looking somewhat damaged, crawled out of the bushes. Murder in her eyes as she got to her knees and drew back on her bow. "Die fucker!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 03:25:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven was gone when the ice cracked away, his body simply vanished into the thin air about them.&nbsp; He had of course used fade the moment the he was hit with the spells and went about dispelling them as quickly as possible though Vampiric touch reminded when the scream went up.&nbsp; He shot back rushing in fear into the shade of the trees at which point he stopped and regained his head.&nbsp; He could feel agony piercing his body as he stood calmly in the field and cast renew upon himself.&nbsp; Two enemies at once was proving difficult even for him.&nbsp; He sighed as he caught his breathe and moved casually around the tree line keeping them in his sight once.&nbsp; More.<br><br>"Hit and run isn't really working...so then lets see what I can do with this."&nbsp; Silven reached into his reagent bag and looked about for a small container, it was a tiny thing, just a square bottle of oil, but it had been mixed with the scourage plague and would rapidly spread once it hit the ground.&nbsp; Silven just grinned and hurled the vial at the sisters and readied a Holy Fire the moment the vial broke.&nbsp; Though he fired, he would soon be out of energy to continue if this ploy didn't work.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 19:24:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Kynrind shot at him, sending an Explosive Shot, followed by a Silencing Shot that she hoped would shut him up. Grind shook her head and with a howl, raced towards Silven. The huntress saw the vial fly towards them, while Anoria didn't since she was running to her sister.<br><br>&nbsp;The priestess's hands flicked out as she cast healing and cleansing spells even as Kyn surged to her feet and swung the bow at the vial to knock it away from her sister. "Anoria!" She screamed, the bow shattering the vial and splashing the oil and shards of glass all over her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 19:58:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven was rocked by the explosive shot sending him hard into a tree and hammering him straight into the ground as if he were a nail.&nbsp; The reverbrations of the explosion didn't stop his spell and since the silencing shot was flowing the first shot, it did little but graze him, though the effect started as the holy fire had begun to form.&nbsp; Silven had his checkmate, even if his chest had been penetrated and his body now pinned to a large tree which hung over him like a beast ready to pounce.&nbsp; Silven in his silence merely laughed as he pointed his finger at the two, no sound echoing from his cruel and cunning lips.&nbsp; The spell had been cast, the fates had been woven and now the fire would start.<br><br>At first there was naught but a simple spark, then a flash of brilliant light from spell erupted from the sky hurtling down to the ground in a stream of fire which caught the oil on the ground ablaze igniting the scourage tainted catalyst.&nbsp; The combined structure of the flames and the oil soon became a deadly combination, the rapidly spread scourage about the area was tainting everything in it's path and as it spread so did the fires soon igniting the entire region, though stopping short at the waters edge.&nbsp; Silven's vision was fading slowly as he coughed tendrils of blood, all he had left to do was to pour the scourage cure over himself and he wouldn't be burned, but his strength was so limited.&nbsp; He groaned as he found the vial and could feel the heat raising against his body.&nbsp; Just a little more he thought frantically fighting to pour it over himself, soon...he found it and burst it in his hands cutting himself in the process as it splashed about him and the ground around him.&nbsp; He was safe...for now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 03:58:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;The fire ignited with a <em>Whoooosh</em> and Kynrind shrieked as she was caught in it. Anoria's eyes widened and she shrieked, the sound one of agony and dispair. Heedless of the fire, she threw herself at her sister. Knocking down the burning woman.<br><br>&nbsp;The flames spread, burning her as well and she let open the wells of her healing ability as she bubbled&nbsp; herself and her sister. A low silvery light began to glow on her and she lay on top of Kynrind, pressing her face against the charred ruin that was Kyn. "Kynrind.. ," she gasped, tears running down her cheeks even as she began healing. She took on the grievious wounds as well as her own. Spending power recklessly in an effort to heal her sister. <br>&nbsp;<br>They lay there, bathed in the silvery light even as the fire died down. When it died down they lay unconscious in the ashes on the forest floor. Their clothing charred and ash smearing their skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 04:38:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Silven awoke to the scent of burnt flesh and the feel of an undead tongue against his cheek.&nbsp; His mount had come to him and was watching with through it's socketless eyes.&nbsp; Silven's own body was in shambles but at least his mana had regenned during the rest.&nbsp; He must have been out for hours; groaning from the pain of everything enveloping himself, he reached and yanked the arrow from his chest and cast a spell of greater healing on himself. It did wonders but the aches were still there.&nbsp; He could hardly move and grunted as he cast a regeneration as well; his body would be in agony for some time to come, but at least he could ease it with his spells.&nbsp; His mind caught up with him then...the night elves!&nbsp; Had they escaped?<br><br>"By the Lich King, I swear if I allowed myself to be put through such agonies to simply let those two escape!"&nbsp; He moved out of the forest and to the grove where the pair was still laying their bodies coated in ash and smeared with the char of the plants around them.&nbsp; He sighed hobbling over to them as his mount followed slowly.&nbsp; He nudged one, she must have been spent.&nbsp; He looked down at them and for a moment almost felt pity, but then it was gone.&nbsp; He had to give the young priest some credit, she must have had a powerful reserve of mana to sustain both of them for so long.&nbsp; Shrugging, he grunted and felt very weak, he barked a few orders to his mount who then laid down allowing itself to be loaded up with the pair.&nbsp; Carrying them nearly broke the undead, neither were very heavy, but the massive amount of wounds that his body had sustained were making them harder to handle.&nbsp; He grunted and groaned as he carried Anoria first to the undead saberfang, making sure to get a good feel of the night elf's bust before tying her to the saberfang's back, making sure to tighten the ropes securely so that she had no hope of possibly breaking the bonds.<br><br>Turning back around, the undead looked down at Kynrind and shook his head.&nbsp; He spit upon her before lifting her up and placing her in front of the saberfang, tying her arms bout the beast's neck as he had no fear of her possibly awakening and strangling the beast as it had no need for air, then tied her legs around the front as well so her ass would be forcably pointed upward.&nbsp; He mounted after that grunting in the pain of movement now and sat still with his cargo in tow.&nbsp; He whipped the reins around and told the saberfang to head home.&nbsp; If Kynrind happened to awake before they arrived the first thing she would awake to would be the hardness of the undead against her.&nbsp; Silven couldn't think of a better punishment for the bitch whom had given him such a challenging hunt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 08:54:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Anoria moaned quietly when he nudged her. The fire had burnt or charred and singed most of their clothing and armor, so large swathes of Anoria's body was exposed. Kynrind was less exposed. The chain having held together better than cloth.<br><br>&nbsp;Anoria groaned as Silven lifted her onto the dead saber. The effort she'd given to save her and her sister was etched on her face, the look of complete exhaustion. She hung across the back of the beast, and the breasts Silven had fondled were nearly exposed. Ash smeared into the soft pale skin.<br><br>&nbsp;Kynrind was much heavier than Anoria, being more muscular and armored, she was still bundled on the beast, arms and legs tied around it's neck. After awhile she awaoke, groaning from the pain and newer pain of her uncomfortable position. <br><br>&nbsp;"What the fel?" she asked, grunting as pain sent sharp stabs into her joints and limbs. Silver eyes widened as she smelled the stench of the dead cat. "Fuck!" She cried and pulled with all of her strangth at it's neck. She had a very good idea of who they were with and was trying to hurt or if she pulled hard enough, break the beast's neck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 22:25:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your awake good."&nbsp; Silven slowed the saber down to a halt and looked down at Kynrind's back end for a moment, he was exhausted and knew that even if she managed to break the beasts neck, it would continue to ride even without a head.&nbsp; Silven sighed for a moment and looked around the surrounding as he eyed the forest about him and the evergreens that were now repulsing his modified version of the scourage.&nbsp; The natural beauty of the land was returning almost as if nothing had happened to it in the first place. Looking back down at Kynrind, he shook his head then nodded back at her sister.<br><br>"Yes, you were captured though only barely.&nbsp; I must say that you put up much more of a fight than I initially thought you two ever would.&nbsp; That however isn't why I'm talking at the moment.&nbsp; I have a proposition for you Kynrind I believe that is your name.&nbsp; It's a proposition that will set one of you free and leave the other one in my care, with a promise that I will not inflict any bodily harm on the one that stays with in my care.&nbsp; You can take this proposition or I can have both of you...will you listen?"<br><br>Silven asked, his tone changed from the evil pursuer of the elves a moment ago.&nbsp; He was now much calmer and much more collected than he was in battle and he sounded reasonable, but what reason did he have to give up one of his spoils now?&nbsp; That much didn't make sense though whatever reason it might be, must have been evil was what was probably going through Kynrind's head right now.&nbsp; Silven swifted himself into a more comfortable position, apologizing for the feel of his groin against her backside as he looked at the surroundings once more.<br><br>"We should be alone here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 06:51:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Kynrind pulled for a moment longer, then looked back over her shoulder at him. Growling quietly. As he spoke her ears flicked, but she quieted to listen.<br><br>&nbsp;"Why are you making this offer then? You have&nbsp; both of us, why would you let one go and.. ," her eyes nharrowed. "What about the mental health of the one that stays? How would she know if you kept your word? The reputation of the forsaken <em>is</em> deserved. You know that." The huntress said in a tense voice as she lay tied to the dead mount's neck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 20:48:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I promise you she or 'you' will be taken care of which ever you decide.&nbsp; If you deny it...I'll just fuck both of you over.&nbsp; Either way is fine with me, but if you are so intent on not hearing me out then so be it."&nbsp; Silven said for a moment and looked around for a moment seeking something in the wood side.<br><br>"You know as well as I do of the assualt by the demons and you know as well as I do the divisons between our clans.&nbsp; I what I offer now is you or your sister's freedom.&nbsp; In exchange for the other....I want the head of a particularly powerful demon residing in the Netherstorm at the moment.&nbsp; The magics in his body will provide enough mana to jump start a second dimensional rift sealer, which I am currently constructing.&nbsp; This one however as I've learned from my previous mistakes will only respond to Fel Magics.&nbsp; So you need not worry over your sisters safety in said manner."&nbsp; Silven finished and slowly leaned back into the saddle of his mount.<br><br>"What do you choose?&nbsp; The mission is suicide if you go alone I'll say that and most likely suicide anyway.&nbsp; "Besides what choice do you have at the moment to trust me or not.&nbsp; You can either trust me and do as I ask or let your sister do it, or you can not trust me and I can do as I please with the spoils of war i.e. you and your sister or you can try to make a daring escape after you think you've tricked me, but oh wait I have your weapons and will obviously wrap my hands around your sweet sisters skull with my most powerful spell armed before making that trade off as a safety pre-caution."&nbsp; Silven said boredly knowing he was holding all of the cards at the moment.<br><br>"Though I could extend out to you a fourth option.&nbsp; Which I doubt you would enjoy in the least of bit; especially with your aversion to men."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 07:42:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Her ears flicking back, Kyn was able to see him out of the corner of her eye.&nbsp; A low growl coming from her as he touched her. She did listen thugh, a feeling of dread creeping nto her heart as he spoke. <br><br>&nbsp;When Silven was done, Kynrind craned her neck. "You do not offer much of a choice. You want one of us to get a powerful demon in the Netherstorm? There's no fucking way one person can do that. I'd be killed, my sister would definately be killed. Unless I get a group with me, it's not going to happen and I don't think you'd want me to get a group." She said in a low harsh voice. <br><br>&nbsp;It was obvious she didn't like him. The hatred of him radiated from her bound form.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 19:43:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I couldn't give less of a fuck how you get the job done if you choose to accept it that is.&nbsp; You find your group and do whatever the hell you want; this was all I was trying to ask you for back in Shattarath.&nbsp; I sought aid instead I received a bow to my face how very delightful no?"&nbsp; Silven said coldly sending back the same dislike towards her.<br><br>"So then what do you bring to the table that could possibly sway my hand?&nbsp; I see nothing of value in my eyes on you, unless you count your body of course.&nbsp; Though, I very much doubt you would offer me that in exchange for both of your safety.&nbsp; My price still stands unless you can offer me something better."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 07:08:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;Kynrind scowled, but shook her head. "Let my lmbs go." After a moment. "Please." As he thought, she&nbsp; asked. "Why did you approach me? Why not ome of your own Hirde? They'd be more receptive of your requests than any Alliance would. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 19:32:44</strong>
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				"While I do admit, I might have had better luck with members of the horde, there was a level of attraction involved with my first approach of you.&nbsp; Needless to say, anger got the better of me when I saw how I was treated and as you can now see; I don't let little grudges go so easy."&nbsp; The undead's eyes flittered down slowly to the restraints and with a flick of one of his long gangly fingers released Kynrind's arms and legs.<br><br>"There your limbs have been freed, so what now?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 09:05:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;Released, Kyn fell off the mount, cringing as her cramped limbs protested the return of blood. Rolling so she was sitting on her rear, she rubbed her wrists and ankles. Keeping the male under a wary eye, she stared hard. "We both have prejudices. For good reasons." <br><br>Sullenly, she stood, "How long do I have and I'd like to speak to my sister first. She needs to know what deal we've got."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 16:32:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69561.msg3308473#msg3308473">Quote from: Zakharra on 17-07-2010, 09:05:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Released, Kyn fell off the mount, cringing as her cramped limbs protested the return of blood. Rolling so she was sitting on her rear, she rubbed her wrists and ankles. Keeping the male under a wary eye, she stared hard. "We both have prejudices. For good reasons." <br><br>Sullenly, she stood, "How long do I have and I'd like to speak to my sister first. She needs to know what deal we've got." Warily she eyed the forsaken priest. "Just to clarify, if I do this, I go free to get this demon of yours, and after I deliver it, my sister goes free as well ansd we're done with you? With no harm physically <em>or</em> mentally to her?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 20:00:08</strong>
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				The priest nodded his head quietly as he looked over at her sister and waved his hand, casting a Greater Heal on the young night elf priestess.&nbsp; He looked back down to Kynrind as he did so and simply answered her.&nbsp; "I will do nothing to her that she does not request, no blade, no hand, no blunt object shall touch her not even mine so long as she is in my care.&nbsp; Nor will anything cripple her spirits or&nbsp; her mind that was done by my hand or that could prevent it."<br><br>Silven vowed this sullenly before speaking to her once more.&nbsp; "You both are free to go once you return with the demon and you have as much time as you need.&nbsp; I'm undead, I have more time than this planet does."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 17:23:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;Kynrind stood, rubbing her hands. After the forsaken cast she spell, she sidled closer to her sister. <br><br>&nbsp;Anoria groaned. Every part of her body ached and she felt weak. She started when she realized she was tied and began to panic.&nbsp; Sucking in a deep breath, Anoria started to struggle when she felt Kyn's touch. "Sister, I'm here, " Kynrind said in their native tongue. "The forsaken has captured us, but is willing to offer us a deal." Quickly through the link, the premise of the agreement was explained and after it was done Anoria gave a tiny nod. <br><br>&nbsp;She didn't like it. Kyn didn't like it, but it was the best option avalible at the moment. Letting Kynrind's hand rest on her cheek, Anoria looked at the forsaken. "I will need some clothes. Carrying a half naked and singed elf through Shattrath will draw some attention. Where will I be staying?" She asked, her voice quavering only a little.<br><br>&nbsp;Kynrind looked at herself, grimacing. Her armor was charred and large pieces were missing. The repair bill was going to be hefty. Anoria was even worse. Neither was hurt, but her pale flesh was showing in many places, especially on her round bottom and almost one breast was entirely exposed.<br><br>&nbsp;"How will I get ahold of you again? It's not like I can stop on by Undercity to ask for your whereabouts," the huntress asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 19:54:56</strong>
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				Silven looked at her quizzically for a moment as if she had thought for a moment, he had not forseen all of this happening.&nbsp; "Here, take this babble, when your quest is complete return to Shattarath and show it to a innkeeper.&nbsp; He or she will give you directions to my location."&nbsp; He said simply reaching into his robe and pulling out a glass ball of unusual make and design and was radiating pure light dimly about it and seemed to possess some sort of healing properties.&nbsp; Turning his head back to Anoria he snickered slight and gave her a wink.<br><br>"You won't be going back to Shattarath, not yet at least...though I will get you clothed despite how much I enjoy seeing your flesh revealed to me."&nbsp; He said simply enough being brutally honest about the situation and looking back to the huntress once more.&nbsp; "Again as promised I will do nothing to your sister which she does not request or wish of me to do.&nbsp; I will see to it that all of her needs are met to and if you need further instruction on your quest; simply call out to me through the babble and I will respond."<br><br>At that point his undead mount was becoming antzy wanting to move and run quickly for to feed itself one or the other.&nbsp; A slight prance in it's step, it looked back toward Kynrind, it's undead eyes looking through her before staring out ahead once more.&nbsp; "Easy...easy Damien."&nbsp; Silven whispered to it before turning his head back to Kynrind and seeing her armor damaged so, a small smile crossed his lips as he reached down into his gold pouch and pulled out a hand full of coins.<br><br>"Here...for your troubles and the damages I've caused."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 21:35:03</strong>
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				&nbsp;Anoria flushed, but kept her composure as best she could. Not an easy task when tied and draped over the back of a mount like a sack of grain. Quickly she pressed her cheek into Kyn's hand, kissing the palm.<br><br>Kynrind flushed angrily, opening her mouth to retort to Silven when she caught her sister's glance.&nbsp; Jaw set, she took the bauble, sticking it in a pocket.&nbsp; "See that you do care for her and that she is unharmed." The 'or else' was left unsaid. The money she took reluctantly, a distasteful look on her face, placing it in a surviving pouch. "I might have to do that. What's this demons name, location and everything you know about it. There's a huge number of demons in the Netherstorm. Finding a single one will be difficult."&nbsp; It was plain she did not like the situation at all, but was trying to make the best of a bad situation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 21:41:00</strong>
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				"Oh you will have no trouble tracking this one down.&nbsp; He finds his lodging at the gates of Tempest Keep, his name is Lauthering the Bloodsickle."&nbsp; Silven said calmly enough, Lauthering was a former general in the Burning Legion and had been demoted after his repeated failures against mankind.&nbsp; He had been stripped of his rank, but do to his time in the netherstorm had grown immensely powerful and had become a threat to the surrounding area.&nbsp; Silven's eyes twinkled for a moment as he ran a bony hand over his arm.<br><br>"I apologize if I've injuried either of you too seriously.&nbsp; Now then you have your instructions...I'll see you when you get it done.&nbsp; Your weapon is tied to the underside of my mount; take it and depart as will I.&nbsp; If you need anything do feel free to call in."&nbsp; He said with a chuckle as he readied himself to go.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 23:39:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;Kynrind's face twisted to an furious scowl. Reaching under the undead saber, she removed the polearm and bow. The arrows, she noted, were missing. Slinging the bow across her back, she backed up, the polearm in hand.&nbsp; "I expect you to keep your word, forsaken. Or my face will be the last thing you -ever- see in this unlife." <br><br>&nbsp;The huntress made to turn away, pauseing for a moment. "One other thing...,"&nbsp; and spun, swinging the polearm in one direction, then in another, just barely touching the mount's fur. Her strike a precise arc that sliced the ropes binding Anoriafell to the mount. "She can ride normally. There's no need for my sister to ride like a sack of grain." <br><br>&nbsp;With a nod and last look to her sister, Kynrind turned on a heel and walked off into the undergrowth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 23:46:33</strong>
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				Silven chuckled a little offering his hand to Anoria so she might fix herself on the mount and whistled back to Kynrind as she began to saunter off.&nbsp; "If your face was the last thing I saw night elf, then I could die very happily.&nbsp; There are much worse deaths than dying by the hand of a beautiful night elf."&nbsp; Silven smiled brightly at that behind his mask and waited for Anoria to right herself before his mount began moving rapidly through the forest at high speeds; much faster than it had been going before and mostly due to the downhill slant they were going.<br><br>"Hold onto something Anoria unless you wish to fall off.&nbsp; It might be best if you told me more about yourself as I expect it will be sometime before your sister returns and you don't seem like the type to remain silent for extended periods of time."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 02:10:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;Kynrind shot Silven a hateful look at his words, her hand tightening on the haft of her weapon. However she continued on her way. Out of sight of the forsaken, and earshot, she stopped to rest her head against a tree, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. "Elune keep you safe sister," she whispered, wiping her cheeks. Her pride would not let her cry where anyone could see and when she took out a hearthstone, Kynrind's face was dry.&nbsp; Green feathery leaves fluttered around Kyn and then she was gone. Hearthed out.<br><br>Anoria slid off the mount, rubbing her wrists and ankles. Looking to where her sister had gone, Anoriafell sighed and climbed up behind Silven. She held on securely. A flush darkening her face as her ample breasts pressed against his back. "There is not a lot to say. I'm a priestess of Elune. I am a healer and heal all who need the help. No matter who they are."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 02:16:56</strong>
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				"You were as I was in life.&nbsp; A kind soul who did what was needed for others and submitted your person to our teachings as a priest.&nbsp; I was the same way, but I was betrayed and forced along with my family to travel through the Burning Stepps and the Blasted lands all the way to Tirsfal Glades.&nbsp; My body was broken by the time I reacted the place, but my will was not and I forced myself away from the Lich king."&nbsp; Silven said casually as he road on and turned his head back to her once more.<br><br>"My human life...is a life I yearn to have back."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 03:59:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;"That's sad," she said, resting a hand on his shoulder, then held on tightly as the mount leaped over a fallen log. The jolt of landing pushed her hard against his back. Anoria shifted back some when they reached&nbsp; more level ground. <br><br>&nbsp;She knew that most forsaken were bitter and hateful. Being forced into slavery in rotting bodies was enough to sourt anyone's outlook. "I can only imagine what it is like, but there is no going back. If there was a way to reverse what the Plague did, I'd be reverting the Forsaken almost non-stop."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 04:04:09</strong>
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				"We've been working on that since we came into existence.&nbsp; I know spells that will allow me to resort back to my human form or another form for stretches of time, but I have nothing to make it permenant or even to put us back to rest.&nbsp; We've become almost immortal, constantly reraising in death and having to fight the Lich King's ever strengthening grasp."&nbsp; Silven said almost regrettfully as they came close to a cottage deep in what appeared to be a lush forest.&nbsp; The house was far from rotting, but it's location was so out of the way that no one would have possibly thought that it could have existed out here yet here it was.<br><br>Silven brought the saberfang close to it and dismounted before offering to help Anoria down from the mount.&nbsp; "I'm a dark priest as you know, a priest given into the dark ways and near demonology.&nbsp; I can still heal and use all my healing powers, but I have excess to the powers of the shadows and can weave a shadow like I can a thread."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 04:24:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;The cottage surprised Anoriafell, but she bore up well and dismounted after him. Folding her arms over her nearly bared chest, she looked arounbd. A rather peaceful place. She'd expected him to take her to Stonebreaker Hold instead. <br><br>&nbsp;"I know the shadow powers as well as the healing ones. Elune blesses me with my healing though and I answer to Her call."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 04:30:04</strong>
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				"Hmm...right...anyway lets get some clothes on you and settled in before your femininst sister starts screaming that I'm a pervent into my skull through that babble I gave her."&nbsp; Silven said throwing his hands up into the air wondering what happened to the night elf sluts that the orcs always talked about.&nbsp; He sighed and moved inside quickly ushering her in as he began to look through his collection of hand crafted robes and sought one she might like.&nbsp; Why, was the Dark Priest doing this one might have asked?&nbsp; Well, because the one creditential he maintained still was he was at least an honest man...to a point.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 22:16:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;"MY sister has her reasons for her attitude. She's very controlled in that she does not attack all men unless they touch her or make her mad." Anoria said. Taking the robe she held it, shaking it out. "Do you have some water and a cloth I can use to wash?" Gesturing at her ash and soot smeared body. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 20:58:12</strong>
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				"There is a bath upstairs, it's been cleaned throughly and was been awaiting you.&nbsp; I'm no savage and I still bathe, though it's becoming increasingly harder for me lately...I really need to rework the spell of reverse decay on myself."&nbsp; He said absently as he began to flip through spell books to look for the needed regents to inact the spell.&nbsp; He wasn't one for pleasantries and he wasn't used to guests; he half expected for Anoria to just come in search around and figure everything out for herself, but that wasn't how the world worked now was it?<br><br>He sucked in his lips for a moment and turned his back to her removing his mask and battle robes to reveal his forsaken body which would probably horrify any nature loving night elf.&nbsp; His hair fell down in slight clumps the dark black that it used to be now showing green like the foilage of a tree and his skin now horribly discolored like a bruise with bits of bone showing in certain places.&nbsp; It almost looked like a some cruel joke to see the walking body of decaying flesh dressed in such well kept clothes.<br><br>His torso wrapped in the blue silk of a button down and his legs kept warm by the black of some sort of slacks.&nbsp; The tips of his toes were showing through his worn shoes which were now all completely bone.&nbsp; It would appear that he spent some time in the ground or in the open before he stood once more.&nbsp; His glowing yellow eyes did not address Anoria as he began scanning the spell book and he simply pointed to a set of stairs next to a window on the far right of the house.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zakharra</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 06:23:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;Silven's appearance she took in stride. It nauseated her, but she didn't show it. <br><br>&nbsp;Taking the robe, she went up the stairs. Finding the room and tub. It was easy to figure out how to work the tub and soon it was fillinbg with water. As soon as it was filled enough, she stepped into it. Sighing as the liquid covered her body. She sat for awhile before reluctantly rising to wash herself off. <br><br>&nbsp;When she was clean, she&nbsp; stepped dout of the tub to dry herself off. Then put on the robe. Frowning as it caught at her bust and hips. The robes were made for a smaller male, not the&nbsp; taller curvy female night elf. She tried to adjust it several tiems, then gave up and brushed her hair till it was dry.<br><br>&nbsp;As she came down the stairs, she knew her cheeks were faintly colored. The robe had squished her ample breasts up, the outline of her nipples clearly visible and was almost uncomfortably tight at the chest and hips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fuel to the Fire: (Cardwolf and Zakhara)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cardwolf</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 06:28:12</strong>
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				Silven was looking remarkably better by the time she came back downstairs due to a magic rune he was sitting crossed inside.&nbsp; His eyes were closed and his death mask was covering his face once more, but thick black hair was spilling out behind it and his flesh had regained some semblance of the flesh of a noraml human though now it was pale.&nbsp; There was no longer any portains of bone sticking out from anywhere and at the sudden noise he stopped and stood up slowly.<br><br>"I take it you had a good bath?"&nbsp; He said quickly to her, his voice sounding much more human as he looked over his spell book for a moment and sighed as he moved past Anoria looked out the window with his arms crossed and posed a question to her.<br><br>"What do you think the goal of every forsaken is?"
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