Be Careful What You Wish For (Andronica & Datawych)
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				Title: <strong>Be Careful What You Wish For (Andronica &amp; Datawych)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andronica</strong> on <strong>28-06-2016, 22:59:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/16ODtirxiR8/maxresdefault.jpg)</div> Dalaran, the&nbsp; city of magi and home to the Kirin Tor. One of the few truly neutral cities in Azeroth that housed districts explicitly for the Alliance and Horde, with the Violet Citadel in the midst of it all. Ilariah and her master Kaelen Dawnfury, a renowned mage and Sunreaver, had come there with he rest of his entourage from Silvermoon to meet with the Council of Six. Something dark and strange was brewing in the Outlands alongside Kael'thas and his demons, an, with help from the Alliance that they could not ignore, the blood elves and other members of the Horde came to meet and discuss the matter in peace. It was a rare sort of get together that Ilariah was present for only twice in her life.<br><br>The feud between Horde and Alliance was somewhat exaggerated to the small folk of Azeroth, and the lines between the factions were actually quite blurry in comparison to the rigid beliefs many citizens held. At least when it came to the upper echelons of society, there consisted many like-minded individuals who did not care for war with their enemies, but merely a mutual understanding. The sin'dorei in particular only joined the Horde out of necessity and still retained their traditionally haughty demeanour, believing themselves to be above all creatures rather than a particular faction or race. <br><br>Ilariah however, did not seem to have that kind of superiority ingrained in her like the Scryers and Sunreavers, rather, she would use anyone and everyone indiscriminately if it suited her. She was a rogue, a spymistress to be Kaelen's eyes and ears, so it was entirely in her nature to be neutral and concerned with her self interests. As she and Kaelen's entourage walked through the heart of the city to the Violet Citadel, all she was thinking about was their next possible move.<br><br>"You're oddly quiet today," Kaelen said calmly without even looking down to the shorter, black haired rogue at his side clad in dark leather. He liked to flaunt her by his side so others would know he was not a weak magic user but rather, a man with many connections who ought to be respected. After all, Ilariah made excellent contact for him in the Cleft of Shadows and in the Undercity already.<br><br>"I'm always quiet," Ilariah pointed out through sumptuous dark red lips that hardly seemed to move, and Kaelen harrumphed in response. She also kept her smouldering green eyes forward as they approached the Violet Citadel. The guards took note and in unison moved aside with a clank of heavy armour to allow the entourage entry into the great hall, where many other groups were already assembled. Ilariah recognised a few leaders from each capitol and prominent groups like the Cenarion Circle and Earthen Ring who sent members in their stead. There was a whole plethora of tabards on show which the rogue took stock of.<br><br>"I'll report anything of interest while you're indisposed," she told Kaelen. The Sunreaver acknowledged her faintly as he inclined his head in her direction, causing rivulets of his long golden blond hair to fall across the back of his lavish scarlet robes. It was the custom for only those welcomed by the Council to proceed forward. Everyone else had to remain in the antechamber. Only the heads of each faction were present at the table while their underlings stayed behind to quietly talk amongst themselves. While the antechamber had a spacious and relaxing atmosphere, the tension in the air was thick enough to cut as many tireless bodies waited anxiously.<br><br>Slowly the rogue began to falter in her steps as Kaelen walked forward to meet with one of the members of the Council of Six, who was taking stock of the head count around the large circular table. Ilariah caught sight of the room before the large double doors closed behind Kaelen and a few others who were the last to pass the threshold. Then she walked toward the far wall and leaned against it, with her vibrant eyes roving from group to group. Each reflection was beautifully rendered on the mirror-like surface of the polished marble floor.<br><br>There Ilariah stood, clad in black and set aside from the light haired elves of Silvermoon. She herself didn't seem imposing or particularly notable besides a pretty face. The rogue's high cheekbones, small chin and pointed nose showed off the delicate features common to the sin'dorei, as well as the characteristic lean form that contrasted greatly with their taller, more athletic night elf cousins. Her agile body and soft curves were accentuated by Ilariah's leather outfit which kept her covered and gave her free range of movement, while also showcasing her feminine charms.<br><br>Ilariah's arms crossed over her chest and a seemingly bored expression settled onto her fair visage as the murmurings in the adjacent room began. The look on her face was deceptive as she was, in fact, busily taking note of new faces. A strong curiosity overtook her and she looked over to the group of Draenei representing the Exodar. The newest addition to the Alliance. They <em>intrigued</em> her, so she decided to keep her eye on them until the Council disbanded for the day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be Careful What You Wish For (Andronica &amp; Datawych)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Datawych</strong> on <strong>30-06-2016, 01:31:27</strong>
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				The delegation from the Exodar couldn't help but turn heads the moment they entered the Floating City. Even among a city full of magic-users, the Draenei stood out. Their height and their vibrantly-colored skin made them easy to spot - much like the Trolls of the Horde - and their heavy utilization of glowing arkonite crystals only served to emphasize their difference from the other groups that had gathered for the summit. And then of course there was the distict <em>clop, clop, cloping</em> that heralded their arrival, similiar to that of the Tauren.<br><br>Known for an affinity with magic as deep as the Blood Elves', nearly all forms of magic users were represented in the delegation. Familiar arcane runes flared and fizzled around Mages and coronas of holy light gently radiated from robed and hooded Anchorites. Several important-looking Draenei lead the entourage, flanked by heavily-armored Vindicators wielding large arkonite warhammers. Toward the rear of the party - almost forgotten - was a single Shaman, who could be identified as such by what she was wearing. <br><br>A heavy skirt made from the hide of some exotic beast wrapped around her waist, obscuring nearly all of her lower body save the bottoms of her hooves. Her muscled midriff was left bare - a common theme that seemed to be shared by the female shamans of the other races present - and a leather harness contained her significant bust. The entire ensemble was covered with primal adornments - horns, scales, and even the occasional feather - that contrasted heavily against the flowing robes and elegantly curved plates worn by the rest of her delegation. She had particularly large horns for a Draenei, which sprouted from her temples and swept far past the back of her head. Her facial features, however, were soft and delicate, clashing with the defined musculature of her arms and stomach. Dark brown hair set off blue skin that was so pale it was almost white.<br><br>Farseer Nobundo had been too preoccupied to attend, and so one of his disciples had been sent in his place. While the Draenei as a whole had great respect for the Farseer, many Draenei had yet to forgive the Orcs' betrayal and so mistrusted that particular brand of magic.<br><br>Aevetra was perfectly alright with being mostly ignored, though. She had never been one for internal politics and silly posturing, and even if the whole delegation hated her - which she knew for a fact was untrue - she still had plenty of people to talk to. It just so happened that others were usually incapable of seeing them. <br><br>Walking through the antechamber, however, made Aevetra extremely uncomfortable. Only a few short years had passed since the Exodar had crashed on Azeroth, and it was impossible to deny that her species exhibited many features that the world's sentient races associated with demons. Horns and hooves looked like they belonged on a Tauren, whereas they made the Draenei look distinctly alien, or even worse when they were looked upon by those who had personal experience with the Man'ari. Aevetra even swore she could pick out a few warlocks who were eyeing delegates like a predator looked at prey.<br><br>The Kirin Tor may have done their best to make the Draenei feel welcome, but they could not force their other guests to do the same.<br><br>When the delegation approached the entrance to the council chambers, it halted momentarily as its leaders exchanged a few words in Eredun, then the head Anchorite spoke to the guards in heavily-accented Common. The guards moved aside to allow a handful of delegates into the chamber while the rest joined the other delegations in the antechamber.<br><br>Aevetra headed toward the least-occupied corner and settled into a kneeling position. She reached into a small pouch on her waist, withdrew a handful of crystals, and set them carefully on the floor. They began to glow in various colors as she arranged and rearranged them, whispering to them in a language that few could understand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be Careful What You Wish For (Andronica &amp; Datawych)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andronica</strong> on <strong>04-07-2016, 17:20:25</strong>
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				Ilariah's bright green eyes - green like the taint of fel magic, really - scanned through the opulent circular hall as she continued to make her mental rounds. She recognized some faces of underlings and the factions they were supporting, as most groups bore a tabard, sigil or banner to announce their cause to those around them. They were all assembled in fairly peaceful neutrality as the same anxieties knotted their stomachs and made them strange bedfellows for the time being. Yet as the rogue peered around the room to take stock of any particularly interesting people her master had dealings with, or might benefit from knowing, she found something else that caught her off guard.<br><br>A female Draenei crouched on the other side of the room, clad in her primal leather and with her bare midriff exposed in a similar fashion to the orc and troll shamans who boasted equally proud hard bodies, with the added incentive of womanly curves. Power and beauty in one lovely package was hard for Ilariah to ignore and although she was more professional than to give into her appetites, she also needed something to keep her occupied while the meeting with the Council was underway.<br><br>Slowly the rogue began to follow the wall of the antechamber as she walked with a determined but quiet pace over to the Draenei woman. One or two of Kaelen's guards looked up to see the rogue leaving them behind and she supposed a few pairs of eyes from other factions were upon her, though no one would try anything nefarious in such company. When that realization likely dawned on those few keen observers she felt the heat leave the back of her head as they went back to talking amongst themselves. Her bright, sharp eyes noted the colourful crystals the shaman looked like she was divining with. Or playing with. Ilariah wasn't one to judge given the mind numbing atmosphere of the situation.<br><br>"What have you got there?" inquired the rogue as she flanked the Draenei's lefthand side. The sin'dorei swiftly crouched beside her, causing her raven black ponytail to jerk down at such a sudden movement before falling across the front of her shoulder.<br><br>Ilariah spied those Draenei ambassadors from the Exodar on their way into the city earlier and although she took stock of their strange kind before, she never had the possible pleasure of being so close to a Draenei. She wasn't evens sure if the female spoke the common tongue, but at the very least Ilariah wasn't disappointed by the sight. Retroactively the rogue wished she'd been more curious in the past, created a false reason to get Kaelen to visit with the Aldor who were constantly butting heads with the Scryers in Shattrath city, with the pretense of forming a shaky truce in such dire times. <br><br>Although in the present, she was well enough intrigued with the lovely creature beside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be Careful What You Wish For (Andronica &amp; Datawych)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Datawych</strong> on <strong>05-07-2016, 01:49:52</strong>
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				Aevetra had brought the arkanite crystals for several reasons. First and foremost, they provided her with something to do while those who were now in the council chambers discussed and debated. Magic users were a rather capricious lot at the best of times; add a whole slew of racial tension and differing allegiances... Well, put simply, Aevetra would be incredibly shocked if they managed to reach a decision quickly. The crystals were more than a simple time waster, however. People in their current situation often felt the need to conduct small talk, which Aevetra was positively abysmal at. She just could not wrap her head around the notion of conversing about nothing, simply so that neither party had to sit in silence. Honestly, she preferred the silence.<br><br>Different colors radiated from within the hearts of the crystals as Aevetra arranged and re-arranged them, sometimes bright and intense, sometimes pale and flickering. Her off-white skin only added to the display, reflecting whichever color currently burned brightest. Occasionally a crystal would flicker and shift colors unexpectedly, causing Aevetra to curse under her breath.<br><br>Several of the Vindicators gave Ilariah appraising looks when it became apparent that she was approaching one of their own, but they did not make any attempts to stop her. The Blood Elf woman <em>did</em> appear to be a rogue - and if anyone would attempt something in such a situation, a rogue would likely be a good bet - but there were far too many people gathered in the antechamber for her to get away with anything. They kept their eyes on her for several minutes as she attempted to nonchalantly approach the distracted shaman, but lost interest when they were satisfied that she wasn't attempting anything unscrupulous.<br><br>Aevetra failed to notice Ilariah's approach - she was distracted by a large crystal that glowed a brighter and brighter red until it eventually became opaque. The Draenei smiled to herself and tucked the crystal back into the pouch she had produced it from.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What have you got there?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The question made the shaman jump, causing her to lose her balance and nearly topple over. A vivid cobalt flush flooded Aevetra's cheeks at her clumsy display, which only grew more intense when she looked up at the speaker. She was incredibly fair, even as a member of a race known for its fairness.<br><br>"Elementally-attuned arkonite crystals. Or... well, that's what they're going to be." Her accent was typical of her kind; thick and otherworldly, but more or less understandable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be Careful What You Wish For (Andronica &amp; Datawych)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Andronica</strong> on <strong>06-07-2016, 18:48:03</strong>
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				Satisfied that the Draenei delegation - and others - were no longer leering at her from a distance with curious, alert glances seemed to embolden the rogue some more. Although she didn't move from her crouched position as she hovered beside the female shaman it was clear that she wasn't going to leave any time soon. Whether that was because she genuinely hoped to pass the time with one of the few females in the company of all these magic users, or because she wished to keep herself entertained by interacting with the strange Draenei, was entirely up in the air. As per usual Ilariah kept her motives to herself and was not so easy to read if someone looked upon her face.<br><br>Her arrival clearly surprised the Draenei though and the act of nearly falling over prompted a small amused chuckle from the blood elf. She didn't mean it to sound condescending of course though that was a hard distinction to make when someone hailed from such a haughty race. Ilariah may not be so proud and prone to hubris as Kaelen or others who took their sin'dorei bloodline as a mark of superiority, but that didn't mean she was exempt from falling into such bias.<br><br>"Arkonite crystals?" repeated the rogue, as her curious bright green eyes darted toward the pouch where the Draenei deposited her little rocks. "I'm not very familiar with them, I'm afraid," she said in hopes of making small talk. As grating as it was to do they had no choice while in present company. "How do you plan on making them elementally attuned? I've never had a mind for this kind of magic," Ilariah pointed out with a lopsided grin as she tried to show genuine interest in the Draenei's pastime.. even though it was the Draenei herself that she was interested in. <br><br>Standing in a single fluid movement, the blood elf then extended her hand down to the shaman and invited her to do so as well, as opposed to their awkward display of crouching. "Perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me more about what you do... somewhere less stifling?" inquired the rogue. She nodded her head toward the door leading to the foyer of the Citadel which was empty. It was impossible for such an question to appear innocent even when it was, given her status and race. Yet it was all meaningless small talk to help pull down the Draenei's guard if she were wary of Ilariah and nothing suspicious for the nearby Vindicators and Anchorites to be concerned with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be Careful What You Wish For (Andronica &amp; Datawych)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Datawych</strong> on <strong>20-07-2016, 05:49:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"How do you plan on making them elementally attuned? I've never had a mind for this kind of magic."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Aevetra produced a fresh crystal from the pouch after stowing the one she had managed to turn red, then began arranging them once again.<br><br>"Well, each crystal has a different personality, based on how they're shaped, how hot it was when they were formed, how many facets they have... A lot of things like that," she began to explain, focusing her gaze back on the crystals in order to give herself a moment to regain her composure. "When I arrange them like this, I can listen to how different spirits react to them. When they're arranged just right, they'll start to resonate with elemental energy. Then, if I ask the proper spirit in just the right way, the spirit will agree to temporarily inhabit one of the crystals."<br><br>The shaman arranged the crystals in an angular geometric pattern and began whispering again. A large crystal near the center of the arrangement flickered with a soft green light.<br><br>"See? Earth spirits like this pattern, and one of them is interested in this big crystal. But not all earth spirits are the same; there are lots of different kinds of stones just like there are lots of different kinds of earth spirits."<br><br>Having something else to focus on appeared to relax the Draenei, and she didn't look quite so flustered when she looked back up at Ilariah.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me more about what you do... somewhere less stifling?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The blue flush that had just begun to recede from Aevetra's cheeks came back full-force. Why would a Blood Elf be interested in spirit magic? It wasn't something that they practiced, as far as Aevetra knew. And by the way her new acquaintance was dressed and equipped, she didn't appear to be interested in any kind of magic at all. Could it be some kind of trick, perhaps? She clearly had some kind of ulterior motive...<br><br>"Well I.." Aevetra reached up and allowed the elf to help her into a standing position. It was a somewhat awkward exchange, considering that the Draenei was nearly two feet taller than Ilariah was. "..do you think that's a good idea? What if the council comes to a conclusion and we aren't here for it?" Despite her protests, Aevetra allowed the Blood Elf to lead her toward the door. She stammered a few more unintelligible objections, which seemed to fall on deaf ears.
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