Shadowcraft: A Warcraft Story (Hemingway and Calison)
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				Title: <strong>Shadowcraft: A Warcraft Story (Hemingway and Calison) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>03-02-2014, 06:52:01</strong>
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				The world of Azeroth is in an age of heroes--an age where hundreds of each race's finest emerge as daring adventurers and powerful soldiers to fight for the advancement of their ilk and against the evil forces that would see all they hold dear stripped away. From local issues to city-toppling plots to world threats--the heroes of Azeroth are rising up to face the challenges. And while some stories will be sung by the bards well into the following ages, others will happen quietly behind closed doors and within the confides of the shadows. For those secretive players on the world stage, if their deeds go unsung, then they have done their jobs properly. This is one such accounting of deeds, that will otherwise remain in the shadows of history, of a young blood elf rogue and an orc warrior.&nbsp; <br><br>Orgrimmar at sun-up. A Zeppelin from Tirisfal Glades docks at the platform just outside the city gates. Among the disembarking passengers is Aelara Highseeker. Though few would be hard pressed to identify the blood elf noblewoman. She was dressed for travel and for not drawing attention to herself. While the hard-boiled leathers she wore were of quality--expect nothing less of Sin'dorei craftsmanship!--they still weren't a silk gown or something...airier. What they were was good for blending with the other warriors and gloryseekers on the <em>Thundercaller</em>. The leather armor, while plain and practical, at least flattered the blood elf's athletic form, hugging her closely and more than alluding to her shape. All that could be seen of her face were her glowing green pupils staring out from beneath her hood and face mask. <br><br>The streets of the Valley of Strength were teeming with activity. Mostly rabble, even if distinguished rabble showboating weapons they found during their adventures and mounts that marked them as a notable figure in one faction or another. Aelara couldn't be bothered. She made a beeline for The Drag. And from there the Cleft of Shadows. She had a meeting with the head of the Shadowswift Brotherhood and Aelara didn't intend on making them wait. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowcraft: A Warcraft Story (Hemingway and Calison) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>03-02-2014, 16:40:45</strong>
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				Oolaora - who generally went simply by Laora - waited in the Cleft of Shadows, along with the head of the Shadowswift Brotherhood. Laora was an independent contractor, of sorts, and the Brotherhood had hired her to work with one of her former partners. At that time, however, waiting impatiently in the Cleft, she was aware both of her partner's identity, and of the nature of their mission. If she'd known the latter, she might have skipped on the mission alltogether - unless she knew the former would be there.<br><br>The Orcish woman was both as tall and as strong as one would expect of Orcs - and then some. She was built like the toughest warriors, but with a tight quickness in her step, akin to the great cats of Stranglethorn.<br><br>In her appearance, she was likewise typically orcish: The leather armor she wore was minimal, adapted to the climate of Orgrimmar rather than made for maximum coverage. Half her head was shaved short, while the hair on the other half was kept mid-length and swept to the side. As was common among Orcs, her nose was pierced with a single large hoop. Whenever she lifted her arms, a light fuzz could be seen underneath. Otherwise she wore nothing in the way of jewelry or decoration, keeping her entire appearance strictly business. In the next few days, however, that was going to change considerably - and as much as she would have denied it beforehand, she was going to enjoy it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowcraft: A Warcraft Story (Hemingway and Calison) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 08:50:34</strong>
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				The cave in which the Cleft of Shadows resided in was definitely cooler than the hot, dusty streets of the rest of the orc capitol--something the blood elf immediately appreciated; working up a sweat from just walking around would not do. That said, once she was in the Cleft, Aelara immediately found a spot to change out of her traveling clothes. No one she wanted to not see her in the dark underbelly of Orgrimmar would be present. <br><br>When the blood elf arrived at the meeting spot she would be wearing an airy, red gown. The fabric flowed as Aelara walked, like flames trailing behind her. Emerald mounted earring hung from her ears--they matched the hue of her glowing green eyes. Aelara's fair locks were pulled back in bun, kept in place by a pair of ornate sticks. She had run into a pandaren with the style and simply had to copy it. The neck of the red gown dipped down, going so far as to part cleanly between the valley formed by the swell of her breasts. Unlike the form-fitting nature of the leathers she just had on, the gown allowed Aelara to put her favorite piercings back in: a pair of silver hoops for her breasts.<br><br>To say she was surprised that Laora was present at the meeting would have been an understatement. The head of the Shadowshift just said he'd find Aelara some muscle to accompany her if things went south. Given the nature of the...operation, Laora would have been her last choice. Seeing the orc warrior raise an arm and reveal the hair hiding in her pits made the elf cringe. <br><br>"Master Shadowshift," Aelara Highseeker said to the troll. She gave the man a bow and the smile that diplomats gave, the ones of refinement, respect, and, ultimately, put on--though Aelara made it look genuine to many. She turned her head and regarded Laora. The orcish woman was good for many things. This mission, Aelara was convinced, wasn't one of them. "Laora. You haven't changed a bit."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Shadowcraft: A Warcraft Story (Hemingway and Calison) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>20-02-2014, 16:23:25</strong>
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				"Oh, I promise you I haven't," Laora said, snickering. The last time they'd worked together, the blood elf hadn't complained too much, though she had been loud. "You haven't changed much, either, it seems," the orc continued. Aelara was still very much as she'd been last time; entirely too concerned with her appearance, entirely too soft and too feminine. Perhaps that was why working with her was something of a guilty pleasure for Laora.<br><br>"You might still have some fun with this one, Lara," Laora said, using the short form that, much to her amusement, was so similar to her own nickname. "Apparently, I wouldn't look entirely in place where we're going. I'll have to, mm, disguise myself. You're going to help with that."
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