En route to serve... (Saerra and Aiden)
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 00:47:23</strong>
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				<strong>"What the matter now! Pray for the light to give you an upper hand!"</strong><br>Varius mocked the paladin in training he kicked to the ground after defeating him in a duel, the other future blood-knights looking at him in contempt. The red-headed, spiky haired blood elf warrior grinned wickedly as he slung the elongated curved sword he had grown to cherish like a friend over his shoulder and mocked them all with a gesture with his free hand. <br><br>Working extra hard when he had a chance, he had managed to collect enough ore on his own time to forge a strong metal. The results of his labor: a longer and wider than average curved long sword that almost bordered on being a two handed weapon. He named the weapon "Steelsunder" to give the sword life, the name etched down the spine.<br><strong>"Anyone else?"</strong><br><br>"That's enough Varius..."<br>A heavy sigh was heard as the heavy armor clad foot steps of Knight-Lord Bloodvalor were heard as he left the headquarters of the Blood knights. The young warrior was different from everyone else, the light did not flow through him, nor was he adept in nothing else but combat and he was stubborn to boot. <br>"You have been summoned..."<br>The man handed Varius a neatly folded letter which he opened once his sword was sheathed on his back. <br><strong>"Outland? Why me?"</strong><br>The young male scanned the basics before looking up at the man who had taught him all he could about combat, the knight shook his head.<br>"I do not know...but you leave soon...gather your things and meet within the Blood knight hall, had you bothered to read you would know you are escorting a pilgrim to the dark portal she has been waiting for you " <br>Truth was, they wanted to get rid of the trouble maker, the papers asked for someone else but the higher rank knights took this as a chance to send their nuisance away instead. While some blood elves were eager to journey to serve the heroic Kael, Varius was not one of them, he cared little for anything besides&nbsp; his goal to become a respected general. <br><br>With a shrug he looked back at the paladins and smirked.<br><strong>"See you girls in Outland, rematch when we see one another, if you have the balls."</strong><br>Without a proper departure he turned to collect the belongings he would need for a long term trip. The young elf had never been anywhere past the Ghostlands, and even then he only flew into Tranquillian. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became for the trip. It took him about an hour to prepare his pack, forcing himself to wear his chain mail suit to build the strength to one day sport the plate of some of the higher ranking knights wore with honor. With a grin on his face he entered the hall, packing lightly to prevent slow travel. <br><br>Saying good bye to his small barracks he shared with a few other adepts he walked into the lavishly decorated hall and looked around for anyone out of place.&nbsp; He only had a few good byes for the few Farstriders, most of them being spread out in the world already. Finally finding someone who looked like a traveler he approached the young looking woman and stepped in front of her. <br><strong>"Hello I am Varius Sunbreaker are you..."</strong><br>He dug out his assignment papers looking for a name but did not find one, glancing up at her as he looked for a name to address her as...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 03:14:08</strong>
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				<strong>"Doral ana'diel, Ronae?"</strong> was the first thing the young girl heard that day as she entered the Sunfury Spire.<br><br>She had been summoned and was uncertain of the reason. The High Priest who had send her on her way had seemed excited, the slight twitch to his ears now and then as he spoke had spoken of his emotion even if his expressionless face had not. Her only instructions were to report to Magister Sunsorrow and bring traveling goods with her.<br><br><strong>"Sinu a'manore, Magister Sunsorrow."</strong> The man who had addressed her nodded lightly, a hint of a smile on his face. Something was definitely going on here. Ronae tried to recall if she had done anything wrong, her brow furrowing as she contemplated.<br><strong>"I have very positive news for you, Novice.."</strong> the Magister said low as he handed her a scroll.<br>Her hands shook as she took it and unrolled it, her eyes recognizing the writing as her own. It was her request for a pilgrimage to Dreanor. It was accepted!<br>Widened eyes darted up towards the Magister who now smiled rather broadly at her.<br><strong>"There is need of those as you in the field, Ronae. Do not think lightly of this. Your exceltent work in the Dead Scar only a few years back had surely been enough to accept your request earlier, but the needs of our people came first. We could not let you go that easily that soon."</strong><br>As her fingers played over the crest of Silvermoon City, the mark that her request had been accepted, the young woman but nodded, a bit too shaken to be able to respond in words.<br>Slipping his hands into the opposite sleeves of his robe, the Magister laughed quietly.<br><strong>"Such manners. Very good, young Priestess."</strong><br>He turned on his heels and rummaged through a bookcase, humming to himself and Ronae raised a brow. Magisters were known to drift in and out of reality. Had he allready forgotten she was here and that they were talking? To make certain, she coughed into her hand and the Magister turned back to blink owllike to her.<br><strong>"Ah, I nearly forgot. ..so much work to do.. You have been assigned a Protector from the forces of the Blood Knights. You will find him in the halls themselves. Al diel shala, malanore."</strong><br>At this time she positively beamed back at Magister Sunsorrow, nodding a few times before pulling the hood of her cloak up. If she had her way she'd run out of the Spire, but that would not be fitting and very much frowned upon.<br><strong>"Thank you, Magister Sunsorrow. Shorel'aran.</strong> she mumbled, trying to hide the blush as she backed up a bit, seeing if he'd permit her to leave. But the Magister only turned back to his bookcase and started to rummage through it again, clearly once again having forgotten all about her.<br><br>Her heart was beating so fast it felt as if it was attempting to escape her ribcase and she nearly tripped when she entered the Blood Knight halls. Should she had informed anyone of her pilgrimage? Surely it would be the news for days, maybe weeks, in the monastery.<br>The Magister had failed to give her the name of her Protector and she couldn't help but sigh when she lowered her bag down to her feet. Her eyes scanned the hall. It was such a big place and all these men and women in shining armor was rather intimidating to her. She nearly missed a young man addressing her.<br>My word, he was rather young, was he not?<br>Somehow he stood out and it was not but his attire. Were most in the hall were either wearing bright, shiny plate armor, or were very clearly Farstriders hanging around with smug faces, this man was wearing mail armor.<br>Asides that, it felt odd to be around him. She couldn't sense magic in him. As if she would be unable to tap mana from him.<br><br><strong>"Anaria shola, Blood Knight."</strong> she said, lifting her chin even if the hood of her cloak shadowed most of the rest of her face. This could not be her Protector, for certain.. Could it?<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><em>Doral ana'diel, Ronae?</em> : How fare you, Ronae?<br><em>Sinu a'manore, Magister Sunsorrow.</em> : Well met, Magister Sunsorrow.<br><em>Al diel shala, malanore.</em> : Safe travels, traveler.<br><em>Shorel'aran.</em> : Farewell.<br><em>Anaria shola. </em> : Speak your business<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 04:09:25</strong>
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				The word blood knight struck a nerve in him, forcing him to clench his teeth and glance around for a brief moment at those he only sought to humiliate for their past treatment of him. He shook his head and took a deep breath, finally finding her name on the documents he was leafing through. <br><strong>"Ronae!"</strong><br>He nodded his head once and gave her an obvious look over, excited that he had found a name, the crest on her clothing was unknown to him but as long as she was not a blood knight he did not care. <br><strong>"I am Varius, I will be your escort to Draenor." </strong><br>The young male had a complex over his appearance, everything he had he got by the sweat of his own brow or the ache in his back. It would not be hard to understand why he looked down at the aristocratic blood knights with such dislike. Years of repairing and fixing his own equipment had left him a rather skilled craftsman, the burn scars and cuts on his arm were proof of his past mistake when he thought himself to be more powerful than the metals he forged and molded. <br><strong>"Are you ready?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 04:50:40</strong>
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				She winched as he blurted her name out. What was she to him? Cattle? Such ill mannered behavior rubbed her the wrong way in so many ways.<br>Gritting her teeth, she straightened her back, very glad she hadn't removed her hood yet. His unshielded glance over her surely gave her cheeks a fluster.<br>So this would be her Protector? They would be dead before they had left the Ghostlands, surely. The man looked too brazen, too uneducated and too.. scared. Her own gaze dropped to his arm and she winched once more. What did he do to obtain such scars anyway? Could he not heal them up so he'd look half decent?<br><strong>"I am novice Ronae Ban'dinoriel, Varius."</strong> she spoke slowly as she attempted to not only stay eloquent in her wording but also seem unfazed by this... <em>boy</em>.<br><strong>"My escort.. Very well."</strong> she mumbled low <strong>"Yes, I'm ready."</strong><br>A hand raised to rub her forehead under her hood. Would it be very ill mannered to ask him why she couldn't sense any magic in him? A quick glance around revealed not many Knights nearby. Biting her lip she decided against it. Maybe this boy was ungifted and ashamed of it, like he should be, and bringing the subject up could cause problems. This close to starting, where ever it might lead, her pilgrimage, she didn't really want to start anything but that travel.<br>The same hand dropped loosly aside her, a finger pointing at her bag discretely so he'd know to pick it up even if he didn't possess enough mental ability to do much more then raise a sword and get.. scared.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 06:25:39</strong>
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				<strong>"Then let's set some trail." </strong><br>The unrefined elf made a crude gesture at the banner of the blood knights as he shouldered her bag effortlessly and added it to his own load to carry. Leaving Silvermoon almost seemed like a reward the more he thought about it and mindlessly walked onto the main road that led towards the exit of the city. It took him nearly an hour to remember he had company! He quickly turned to see if she was following or not, but when she was at his side he decided getting to know her would be for the best.<br><strong>"So you are a novice? Of what are you a magi or a demon talker?" </strong><br><br>Varius was not the most educated when it came to magic and many other subjects he should have been at a young age. He glanced at her one last time before stopping a vendor for a piece of exotic fruit from the lands known as Stranglethorn, whatever that was. He got two and offered her a piece, biting into his deeply which left a purple juice dribble down his chin which he wiped off with the back of his hand. <br><strong>"Should try it, they are rare in this city...it is very sweet."</strong><br>Transportation by air was provided but only to Tranquillen, past that they were alone but they still had quite a walk to the flight masters. 
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 03:57:04</strong>
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				The gesture at the banner startled her. What was up with this boy? Why disrespect his own order this way? Had he no honour to begin with to do such a thing? Once more Ronae was glad her hood was still up and tugged it a bit further over her face to hide her expression. She couldn't recall to have ever met a boy just like this.<br>It had seemed he had forgotten about her instantly the moment they left the halls. Not that it mattered much to her, she took the time to study him and contemplate about what her senses told about him. He moved so easily, such power to his step. But there was a crudeness and a lack of the natural grace she had always associated with Blood Knights. She also couldn't let go of the lack of magic in him. It was so odd to her mind that the fact kept whining in her mind for addressing, only her good manners held her back.<br>His question actually made her jump up a bit. It was rather out of the blue, even if it had been something to expect.<br><strong>"Neither. I study in the magics of the Light and the use to mend and cure ailments."</strong><br>Taking the piece of fruit he offered, she tilted her head. It didn't seem familiar to her. Taking a moment to see what he did and, granted, to see if he got any side effects from eating this strange fruit, Ronae's fingers trailed over it slowly.<br><em>'Anar'alah, he can't even eat without making a mess of himself..'</em> shot through her mind at the spilling of juice.<br>Nibbling at it as it didn't seem the boy would keel over and die, she found herself moaning softly. It was, indeed, a very tasty piece of fruit.<br><br>Tranquillen was the same dreadfully boring place as she recall from the last time she had been here on but an errant for the monastery. Inclining her head lightly at the Magister they passed, she felt a slight pang of joy and wished she had a bit less restrain so she could word her feelings, even just once.<br>The journey had began, for better or for worse.<br><br><br><hr><em>Anar'alah</em> : By the light<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 23:06:22</strong>
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				The day was more than half way gone and even if it was hard to tell the time of day in the Ghostlands, the roads became less secure when there was less guards roaming the mains roads. Even from their location, the massive ziggurat that towered over the forest could be seen and getting past that when their was a chance of help was better than none at all. Varius followed after the light caster, curious to why she was not a blood knight like all the others who wielded the light but excused those thoughts when he glanced around the depressing mood the small outpost seemed to create. <br><br><strong>"I think it would be best if we stay here for the night and leave early."</strong><br>The carelessness in his tone was gone, the symptoms of magical withdrawal kicking in which had his right hand clenching and expanding. Walking with her to the inn he made sure they each had a room and his own items except his sword were taken. <br><strong>"I need to go...I will wake you if needed in the morning."</strong><br><br>With a sudden surge of haste he backed out of the inn and looked for a way to feed the hunger he could feel surging through him. No one, the city was silent, shop keepers already preparing to close their shops for the day. He did not even check if he was being followed as he left the magical barrier walls that protected the town and went off the road towards the black scar. The undead were endless, killing them was only done when their forces needed to be thinned out but he knew no other way to quench the growing thirst he felt. Without hesitation he charged at the first risen deformity he ran across, the creature being cleaved in half but still clawed its way towards him until he crushed the skull with plated boots. <br><strong>"Yea..."</strong><br>Varius felt the thirst stop, the commotion string a few more wandering zombies in his direction, an actual skeleton within the ranks. The young male picked a discarded crusty shield from the soggy earth, no doubt belonging to a fallen blood knight during the invasion long ago and rammed into one of the creatures before he hacked and cleaved everything that came within range until piles of scattered gore. Exhausted, filthy and covered in the stench of the dead he let out a triumphant roar that made his lungs feel they would erupt in fire. His body fed of the adrenaline, his normally magic less body flared unexceptionally high for that moment until his body finally calmed. The thirst was sated for now all he had to do now was return to the inn, clean his armor and sword and get a good nights rest. 
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 02:34:28</strong>
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				The shift in tone of the young man didn't really made Ronae think twice. He probably needed to tap and wanted to do so in private. The girl herself was eager for her crystals and she but shrugged at his statement he would go out, too distacted by her hunger for magic to really care.<br>In her room, and she thanked the Blessed Sun there were two rooms, she finally cast her cloak off, pooling it to the ground, revealing a lithe figure in a robe that matched her white cloak all too well.<br>Shaking her deep red curls loose, allowing herself to mess up her hair beyond what the hood had done to it, Ronae set her bag on her bed and dug through it until she had found a manacrystal.<br>She nearly purred as she undressed for the night, leaving nothing but skin as she always had slept in the nude, and took the crystal to bed with her.<br>Closing her eyes, her fingers curled lightly around the hard object, her body itself curling up protectively as her mind delved into the crystal and started to slowly drain the magic within.<br>It wasn't long before she fell asleep, dreaming lofty dreams of future deeds, the depleted crystal slipping from her grip to fall from the bed and fall to the floor with a soft tinkling sound.<br>It didn't once cross her mind that she most probably didn't have enough crystals for the full duration of the pilgrimage.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 05:20:29</strong>
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				Whatever was considered dawn rose in the gloomy woods, but the young blood elf male was hard at work at an anvil, hammering away. He had managed to earn a few pieces of gold to help the local smith, the older elf did not have the desire to pound away at the crude iron until it was beaten into a soft alloy to mold. Working in the heat and the hard labor was a pleasure to the young man, the thick heavy padded undershirt was not but he wore that and the heavy apron to prevent any unneeded burns and cuts from sparks and scattered scraps. The morning exertion was enough to get his heart pumping and grant him that sip of magic he was naturally addicted like all his fellow blood elves. One day he would learn he was his own source of power, but that day was not any time soon. <br>"Thanks you young man...you have made my day much easier for me, farewell."<br><br>The elf gave the young man his payment and a little more to show his appreciation. Varius whipped the sweat from his brow and stripped out in the open, earning a few glances, of the smock and apron. With his leather shirt tugged on after drying off&nbsp; the chain mail followed. He returned to the inn and ate from a table he saw which was decorated with breads, cheeses and other meats. After a small meal he simply waited to get going, the road ahead of them the most secure it would be at this time. 
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 02:55:45</strong>
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				Blinking a few times, rubbing her eyes, the naked girl slipped out of bed and wondered if Varius was allready up or not. Maybe he was training his skills like many Blood Knights did at the crack of dawn.<br>Was it actually dawn? Squinting she looked out of the window, her fingers going through her red mane as she sucked in air, hissing somewhat. What a dreadful place they were in. She couldn't see the sun at all, but it was certainly more light then during the night.<br><br>About half an hour later she sat down at a table to have some breakfast, randomly picking break, cheese and fruits while she contemplated the road ahead, only having nodded at Varius.<br>It would have been the first time he'd have seen her with her hood down. Not even she ate breakfast with her face hidden.<br>She had done her hair again, it being intricately woven in braids that created a fine pattern alongside her head and down her face to land on her shoulders. For some reason the standard monastery robe seemed ill fitted, as if the finely embroidered fabrick hesitated on certain places to come to close to her body where on other parts the robe embraced her most intimately.<br>It had never occurred to her that her robe accentuated the curves of her body. It wasn't something a priestess in training would think of.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 04:57:40</strong>
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				The further Varius got from the choking presence of Blood Knight related made him feel free and at ease. The damp smell of mist and rot that lingered in the air did not matter to him, the young man actually found himself smiling and eager to get further out. He had even caught himself eying and greeting his traveling companion when she presented herself with a whistle. <br>"I like when the hood is off, can you keep it that way unless it gets to cold?"<br>He smirked and was happy to start their walk once more. <br>"Did you rest well light weaver?"<br>The energetic male asked and tried to pull her into conversation as they walked, the well protected roads were free of the undead. Every once in a while small groups of elven prtectors and rangers were heard or seen mowing down any undead from their festering graves. Even the wretched ziggaraut which was always a place of vile sorcery seemed empty, signs of demolishing well under way as Silvermoon made reclaiming of the Ghostlands a high priority. <br><br>The calm travel did not last long, in the distance over a hill in the road the sounds of screams and commands were heard.<br>"Come! Someone might need help."<br>The young man ran ahead, blade drawn with the packs he burdened for the two of them fell in the middle of the road as he reached the top. The sounds were louder and he saw the battle raging. A massive giant constructed of unidentified parts was battling with a group of guards. Two men guarded against the blows from the scythe and chains in its hands, another lay dying on the road, zombies and skeletons rushing to devour him. <br>"Selama ashal'anore!"<br>The trained guards did not look back and risked getting cleaved in half but were relieved of any form of aid. With his war cry he ran and sliced at a zombie that was about to make a meal of the dying elf who shouted his gratitude as he was able to drag himself further into the road and recuperate from the wounds in his torso. The guards fought the larger creature until the smaller ones were handled by a slashing and roaring Varius, every kill fueling the blood lust he could feel, fueling his addiction and in return strengthening him. All three men who fought took their own wounds, but none like the one in serious condition on the road. <br>"Ronae!"<br>Varius called for her help, hoping her abilities could be useful in anyway against the scourge. <br><br><br><br>[Selama ashal'anore = Justice for our people]<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 05:25:12</strong>
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				She blinked a few times at Varius' question, pulling her hood back up almost instantly.<br><strong>"I keep the hood up to prevent eyes from seeing the woman and ignoring the skill.."</strong> she said softly, blushing for a moment. She cursed herself for her reaction, but she couldn't help it. In more then one way the novice was wet behind the ears.<br>Plucking at a slice of bread she had taken from the table, she lowered her gaze and nodded <strong>"The bed was comfortable and I have rested well. Thank you, Varius."</strong><br><br>Ronae hated the Ghostlands. It tore her apart what had happened here to the beautfull lands of her people. It did worse things for her when she recalled the fight in the Scar and she hoped they could stay clear of it. For a moment her eyes closed as the memories flooded her and she saw her people fight and die there once more. The Scourge had been an unstoppable force it seemed and blood had been spilled as easily as water would in a storm.<br><br>It almost seemed the past bled into the present as she heard screams and her eyes opened wide to dart left and right, positive she was back in there and then.<br><strong>"Varius! Be carefull!"</strong> she shouted, but he had allready took off and left her no choice but to follow him.<br><strong>"Anar'alah belore..."</strong> she mumbled breathlessly when her gaze fell on the abomination.<br>It was the past come alive before her very eyes! A hand raised to attempt calm her beating heart, but seeing a wounded of her kind made her dart to him and drop to her knees, sullying her robe on the dirty ground.<br>She couldn't care less about the fighting around her, a lesson she still had to learn ; to keep herself save. It the fight was over or not, she had no clue, all she could care about was this injured guard.<br>Her consciousness reached out to the flesh, claiming a hold so she could explore just how bad his injuries were, and she gasped for breath. What in the name of the Sun had happened to him? She wasn't sure she'd be able to heal him.<br>Reaching deep within herself, shoving the possibility of exhausting and even harming herself aside, she took controle of her magic and laid her hands on his chest. Completely shut out from the world, her mouth formed words so low no one could possibly hear it, a golden glow forming around both her and this man.<br>The glow didn't hold but seemed to fall on the man, diving into his flesh as it raged through his form and made his body arch upwards under her hands. But the flesh healed, pulling itself back to where it belonged, growing where it had been removed, until nothing of his injuries, not even a scar, remained, a slight golden twinkling staying around the man for a short moment before fading.<br><br>Exhausted, not able to even utter a word, Ronae just fell from her kneeled down position and fainted.<br><br><hr><br><em>Anar'alah belore</em> : By the light of the sun<br><br>Spell : Greater Heal.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 06:25:35</strong>
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				The undead came in endless waves of rotting flesh and creaking bone but their abomination overlord lay dead at long last which only worsened the assault. After what seemed an eternity new guards came to reinforce the two remaining men and the blood elf warrior who was so lost in his blood lust his eyes glowed greener than any archmage lost to his magical trances. The unconscious woman and the recently saved guard were carried away and after a valiant effort of the others the undead threat was vanquished and the roads were cleared of the gore filled wake. A magistrate who commanded the nearby sanctum right at the cross-roads of the battle immediately sent out a small attachment of men to find the source, the defenders with Varius among them allowed to rest as long as needed, most of them stripped nearly nude as they were tended to medically in the main hall after the recovering female was given her privacy. <br><br>"By the light...had your friend not been there...my children would be fatherless..."<br>The man who unidentified himself as Viridiel spoke to Varius. <br>"I must make haste and leave...I need to request more men to secure the safety of our people. Please thank her for me warrior and for you I leave you this..."<br>A few eyes diverted their attention as if they were about to witness a crime and in a way were.<br>"This is the shield of our people, given to those who swear to protect all before themselves...I can only hope that I can repay the favor of life through you." <br>Varius saw the other men he had fought with side by side nod in approval, his heart swelled from the emotion he had never felt before as a nuisance to the Blood Knights.<br>"Our ways are dying...before the Blood Knights we breakers were the backbone of our people...and from the looks of it...you are one of the few to carry on our legacy."<br>Patting the young male on the shoulder he soon departed and left him to his own thoughts and silence.&nbsp; Exhaustion finally got its grip on him, falling asleep in the safety the small sanctum turned military outpost could provide. 
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 04:48:21</strong>
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				Her eyes opened to the sight of a ceiling she wasn't familiar with and for moments she couldn't recall what had happened or guess where she could have been. What was familiar, however, was the empty feeling in her mind, the exhaustion after having cast something that she shouldn't have only based on her need to aid.<br>A hand came into her sight and she felt gentle fingertips trail her forehead, a slight twinkle of magic in the air as a soft voice addressed her by simply saying her name. Immediately her sense of pride came back to her and she raised until she was seated, waving dismissively at the woman beside her bed.<br><strong>"I'm fine. Thank you for your care."</strong> she mumbled as she slipped from the bed and straightened her back. No one would see her as weak if she could help it!<br><br>Even if her legs still felt as if they had not been made to carry her full support, she made a near perfect effort to stride out of the room and into the main hall of the building, but had to lean against the wall when she got there, eyes going over the half dressed men around her.<br>A fist balled at her side as she noticed the injuries. She was spend, but this was work.<br>Only then she caught a glimpse of Varius and she breathed in deeply only to let her breath escape in a near hiss. He seemed to be lying down, what in the name of the Sun was he doing?<br>Wading through the mass of nearly nude men, she had to turn her face away now and then. Her near instinctive need to heal all of these men was only now and then overwritten by a marvel of the elven body. It coloured her cheeks brightly, but she she refrained to aid or to contemplate too much and linger to watch.<br><em>'Would a small spell be too much?'</em> shot through her mind, but she remained firm, wringing her hands until she reached her Protector.<br><br>Blinking a few times at the sheer fact he had apparently fallen asleep on the spot, she kneeled down and checked if he was injured, a soft touch that would probably not wake him from his slumber, then seated herself and glanced around a bit more, taking in the details of the building and inhabitants.<br>A slight shrug lifted a shoulder gracefully before she rested her gaze on his form. She couldn't care less about some of the other men around her openly staring at her. The sheer fact she was there between them was, surely, not a common thing. That didn't hold her back to make herself comfortable at his side and now and then glare at any who dared question where she was.<br>Like she'd let anything happen to her Protector. No matter how very illmannered he was..
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				Title: <strong>Re: En route to serve... (Saerra and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 02:04:55</strong>
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				Varius was sure he slept into the next day when he woke up, the battle itself had taken the majority of the day when they were finally relieved. His body was conditioned to wake up at the first signs of dawn even if the light forsake forest did not show it. At his first shifting he noticed he had someone at his side, his stripped body only covered by leather breeches. All his minor injuries were healing well but his body still ached and complained when he moved his soar muscles. Finally turning to face the person beside him in the room which had converted into a barracks/recovery ward for those with minor injuries he saw his traveling companion. <br><em>Was I injured in battle? Was she taking care of me? </em><br>Questions filled his mind as he stood up and stretched his muscles until they stopped complaining. Leaving his equipment behind he bent down low to take her sleeping form and carried her into the main room as he searched for a comfortable chair for her to rest on. Their journey could resume once she was awake. <br><br>She did not leave his eyesight, not that anyone in the sanctum was untrustworthy he just caught himself staring at her innocent looking dozing features as he cleaned and polished his battle worn armor. His new pride took the most care, he could not believe he had a shield of the Sin'Dorei. A strip of cloth was used to polish the steel and the leather strap inside fitted to to his arm. <br><br>It was still early so he let her rest, giving him the opportunity to step outside and practice on a target dummy with his new shield. It did not take long for him to work up a sweat, the more he moved the harder he found it to use the shield and sword at the same time but he refused to give up. It would take him time to learn the use but he accepted that challenge, vowing to master the style. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: En route to serve... (Saerra and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 03:44:16</strong>
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				Again the touch of hand woke her and again she felt disorientated. This time, however, the touch was less gentle. Then again, it also took her less time to recall where she was.<br>Two glowing eyes looked her over, the expression on the face a combination of disapproval and curiosity. The hands belonging to the eyes shoved a bread and some cheese in her hands without much ceremony before the man as a whole wandered off to supply the rest of those recuperating in the halls.<br>A quick glance around her told her Varius had woke allready and she had to ask where he had gone to a nearby fighter that was draped dramatically, despite his minor inflictions, on the ground.<br>"The redhead? Yeah.. I think he went for training or something.. My vision's blurred, so I'm not sure.. "<br>She couldn't help roll her eyes at the guy. Where was the backbone in him? His racial pride? Tsk!<br><strong>"Did you at least catch which direction he went?"</strong><br>A hand was raised slowly and carefully and the man grunted while he pointed at the door.<br><strong>"Thank you kindly for speaking to me on your <em>death bed</em>."</strong> she couldn't help but spit at him before she got up and wandered off.<br>Really! <em>Men!</em> All alike..<br><br>Outside it didn't take her that long to find the dummies and slip unto a nearby crate to study him.<br>Plucking the bread, her head inclined so her hood shadowed her eyes, trying to hide just how focused she watched him as he trained.
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				Title: <strong>Re: En route to serve... (Saerra and Aiden) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 01:38:00</strong>
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				As with everything he was ever a part of, Varius was lost in a wrathful trance against the target dummies. His long slender body gave him the speed to side step and spar with the enchanted device that would swing back, not with the greatest of accuracy but an careless elf could easily be hurt by the spinning counter attack. With only his leather breeches on, every muscle in his body tensed and flexed as if it was deliberately performing for his lone audience. As he crouched, his calves grew thick as the power built like that of a pouncing lynx. His back tensed and locked when he lifted his shield to block an attack, rising with a roar that matched any lion before he collided with a crash that ripped the dummy out of the earth keeping it airborne for a brief moment before his lighten fast slash down splintered the training dummy to pieces. Landing on his feet he heaved and gasped for air, the presence of magic thick in the air as he recovered. Beads of sweat slid down his back before he mocked the target dummy as if it was a defeated opponent, the chuckling continued as he turned to face his hooded traveling companion. <br><strong>"Ohh...how long have you been sitting there..."</strong><br><br>He felt rather foolish if she caught everything but he walked forward to lower his shield and sword and wipe the sweat of his body with a piece of smooth cloth he ripped off a nearby curtain, not that anyone would notice until they were gone. When he was dry he slipped onto the leather under armor before tossing over the heavy chain mail, bracers and greaves and boots that protected his legs. <br><strong>"You ready to go?"</strong><br>He looked up at her as the new shield was mounted onto his back with his sword, the packs added to the burden but hardly felt. Hands moved towards a punch of pilfered bread and cheese his sneaky hands had snatched, munching on it as she got ready and they finally set off. <br><br>The Plaguelands lay up before them and he had no idea what to expect once they were past that final barrier that tried its best to protect the majority of the scourge from seeping into the Ghostlands and the rest of the ruined home of the Bloodelves. <br><strong>"The man you saved...he told to repay his life debt by making sure you fall to no harm."</strong><br>Varius spoke to priest as they walked on along the road, motioning to the shield that proudly displayed the crest of Silvermoon. <br>"So don't go on doing anything reckless anymore...I am a man of my word."<br><em>I will be the strongest of the warriors the world will ever see! </em><br>He thought to himself, not wanting her to think his new goal in life foolish. <br><br>(I know traveling is long so In case we seem to be moving to slow we can find a way to speed it up or find mounts (Which is something I had in mind for later, but I want you to feel you can turn the story in anyway you see fit)) 
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