WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)
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				Title: <strong>WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>14-04-2014, 19:45:16</strong>
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				I am from Gilneas. My name is Damien Remington. A person from Gilneas is referred to as Gilnean. Like our leader, Gilnean people are often burly and gruff. Extremely isolationist, we supported the Greymane Wall's construction. We speak the common language and have our faith in the Holy Light. How we get our resources are a secret only known to us. Moreover, the Gilnean costumes, weapons, architecture, and accents have Regency connotations; along with the cold and rainy weather of the peninsula, it gives the feeling of being in the London of the early nineteenth century.<br><br>I have lived a long time, but maybe it was our arrogance that was our downfall…<br><br>The Greymane Wall and the Third War<br><br>Sometime after the Second War, Greymane constructed the Greymane Wall, an enormous stone barrier that now separates Gilneas from Lordaeron. Attempting to forever remove his nation from what he considered "other people's troubles", he barricaded Gilneas behind the wall. No one, not even other humans, was allowed to enter Gilneas. Even during the Scourge's invasion of Lordaeron, while human refugees came begging to be allowed in, the Greymane Wall remained closed.<br><br>In order to keep the Scourge out, Greymane ordered his court archmage, Arugal, to unleash a "secret weapon" against the Scourge: the worgen, who had been contained for millennia. Unfortunately, after attacking the Scourge, the worgen began attacking humans living in Silverpine Forest and infecting Gilnean soldiers beyond the wall. Before long, the affliction had advanced through the legendary barrier and gradually ate away at Gilneas’ humanity.<br><br>Meanwhile, refugees and other nations entreated Gilneas for aid from the Scourge. These unfortunates never saw a Gilnean and became easy prey for the worgen that occasionally strayed south from Shadowfang Keep. Gilneas was not affected by the Scourge. Although the land connection to Gilneas was closed, ships from this self-isolated nation were spotted throughout the world, such as the pirate ship Heedless, captained by Baron Longshore. A small group of soldiers known as the Gilneas Brigade joined the Human Expedition led by Jaina Proudmoore during the Third War; they had been dispatched by Lord Darius Crowley.<br><br>Civil War<br><br>Lord Darius Crowley, upset about Greymane's isolationism, launched the Northgate rebellion, and later on, the Gilneas civil war. Lord Crowley was eventually captured by Greymane's forces. However, as wild worgen spread and attacked Gilneas City, causing massive harm, Crowley was released by Gilnean adventurers and convinced to give aid to Greymane, who had ordered the evacuation of Gilneas to lands controlled by the night elves. In order to divert the worgen's attention from the fleeing citizens, Crowley led a group of sane Gilneans to stand against them at Light's Dawn Cathedral. Crowley and his followers were overwhelmed and became worgen themselves.<br><br>The worgen curse that started from Shadowfang Keep and swept across Gilneas left its people irrevocably transformed. Almost the entire human population has been turned to the beastly worgen, a humbling failure for Genn Greymane in his efforts to keep his people safe. The reaction of the people to this change will likely be greatly varied, and has yet to be revealed. Preliminary dialogue from Cataclysm has revealed that Gilnean mages and healers went to great strides to fight the affliction. Gilneas has undergone deep changes in the wake of its cursing, and while the people maintain their free will, the impact of the curse remains to be seen.<br><br>The Cataclysm<br><br>I was there, those who stood fast Light's Dawn Cathedral with Crowly and a few others. It was then we were overwhelmed and transformed forever… Then, so much time had pasted, but I could not see. I was trapped as the new found feral instincts took over and when I ‘awoke’ again; I found myself trapped again as I was bound in a pillory. Archmage Arugal had just given me and it gave me control of myself again. It was there, I was brought up to current events, but then… the forsaken attacked again.<br><br>From there, I helped my fellow Gilneans fend off the Forsaken, rescue survivors and gather the remaining to get them off to the ships the Night Elves brought in. I was skeptical, but they were helping us… offering trust. They were an ally. I eventually came across Lord Darius Crowely… a man I served under before I turned and found he too, had become a worgen and welcomed me with a smile. It felt good to fight with him side by side. He was the leader of the Gilneas Liberation Front. This front, we fought back the Banshee Queen’s ghouls, her commander and Sylvannas herself. Pushing her back out of our decimated home, letting our weapons of claw and steel rend her flesh and sear our rage into her bones!<br><br>However… the land was crumbling beneath our very feet and we made our way to the boats. Everyone is on board and the night elves made good on their word and more. As I come over the hillside road… I see a battlefield of Worgen and night elves fighting side by side against hellscream’s orcs and orges. Night Elf Glaives launch devastating blades and wood spirits fight numerous enemies…<br><br>This is where the adventure, begins…<br><br>Damien Remington (http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/_YBGj_ADuqk/hqdefault.jpg) stopped with the group to gaze upon the battlefield as the night elves held the lane just before Keel Harbor. This was it, so many battles and terrain crossed and now, they made it. “C’mon everyone! Let’s get ready!” Lord Darius called and Damien nodded. Damien and the group ran as fast and werewolf back legs could go. Soon, they would be heading off to Rut'theran Village in Teldrassil.<br><br>The afternoon air was cold and damp and the skies were cloudy with a slight fog covering the land. The humidity in the air made his dark grey fur slightly damp and left a thin layer of dew on his plate armor and the dual axes currently sheathed on his back. As they entered the middle of the harbor; a Night Elf came up to Lord Darius and explained that there was a stranded night elf out in the battlefield. Damien reached up and put his hand on Lord Crowley’s shoulder pad. “Sir…” He started in a low, beastly tone of voice. “Lemme go get her. If I don’t make it; at least it’ll be only two lost.” Darius turned his head and gazed seriously back at Damien for a moment. He growled deeply in his throat before answering the fury warrior, Damien. “Normally, I would say no, but I have seen you fight… Go and bring her back.” Damien removed his hand and nodded. “Sir… It is and has always been an honor.” Damien then hastily speed waked passed survivors and night elves alike, heading towards to the gliaves that held the line on a sloped battlefield. Since they were at the bottom and the field was not all that big. He could try and look for his ‘target’. As he came to the front line, he peered out into the war zone… looking for a fighting female night elf or body. He just hoped, he was not going to be late…<br><br>OoC: Thanks to the WoW Wiki to save my lazy ass. =P
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				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>20-04-2014, 15:27:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://8c4625.medialib.glogster.com/media/86209853198b501cbb0950e1dc3a8fc8965873901f9685e0a39f109c70c17892/wc3-night-elf-full.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Until the rage consumes you...</em></span></div><hr><hr><br>Squeezing her purple fingers around her polearm, her moonlit eyes glowed with knowledge that this could be the last battlefield before she met a warrior's death. Left alone, so very distant from the line of her people, the knowledge hardened her resolve to give the boat enough time to flee the shores of this dying land. Her silver adornments tickled across her tattooed face quietly under the sounds of the battle raging around her, sounding almost like a death knell as she folded herself between the heavy swing of an orc. The ground was littered with blood and gore of the less than clean deaths of orc, undead, worgen and night elf alike. Evaeana Silvergrove remembered peace once upon a time, but here in the gloom and damp- friend and foe was beginning to blend together. Her wild tangle of night dark blue hair swept over her shoulders, faerie fire bursting from her fingertips into the face of an Undead. <strong>"Burn..."</strong> She snarled, her muscles coiling as she fought both to avoid the wild swings of weapons and to keep her footing on the ground.<br><br>Evaeana screamed with all the power of her rage, the same feeling as adrenaline coursed through her veins. The bear wanted to take over, to Rend and Thrash everything in sight. To give yourself to the rage was to give yourself to Death. She may not be reborn, but it would be the final point. A few more moments, a few more... The scream that was ripped from her slender throat was more animal when a blade caught her high on the ribs. Even the armor felt like nothing more than paper, the hot, searing heat of her blood coating her clothing made her shiver despite its warmth. She was going to die... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>20-04-2014, 16:23:53</strong>
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				Damien quickly moved his head, sniffing the air, seeing the battlefield and keeping his ears open for what was described to him. What caught his attention was the near feral scream of a Night Elf female. He head snapped in the direction and could see her just as a blade gashed across her torso. His worgen eyes went wide seeing the events unfolding. His for claws dug into the damp earth as he reared back and let out a fierce how into the cloud ridden sky. He jerked his body forward and begun to run on all fours. His paws pounding hard on the soft ground as he ran. He even jumped onto and left off some incoming weapons and undead as he raced towards the female elf. His heavy plate armor clanked with every muscle movement he made. Nothing stopped him, not even the blood and corpse ridden ground.<br><br>Coming closer, Damien lept high into the air, reaching back to grab his battle axes, he came down in a power and thunderous movement that crushed an undead underneath the force of his might and weight. He then wildly swung his axes horizontally to the left and cut down the few remaining enemies responsible for felling the night elf. He turned and looked down at the purple skinned elf. He leather armor shredded, her beautiful and smooth looking skin littered and smeared with blood and dirt. Her silky blue hair looked just as bad with it soaked in bloody mud. Damien knelt down beside her and put his large paw behind her dirtied head and lifted hit. He spoke, his voice was thick with Gilnean accent, but gruff due to being a worgen. “Hey, c’mon lady. Stay with me. Your job is done. I am here to take you back, just hold on a wee bit longer.” He then reached for his axes, sheathed them and picked the night elf woman out of the bloody muck bridal style and begun running back to the harbor.<br><br>Naturally, the way back wasn’t going to be so simple. While little the wood guardians the night elves brought did not manage to get, came towards Damien. Letting out a ferocious growl, he weaved, dodged and ran through the storm of shining steel. His wolven feet pounded the blood soaked earth and corpses of many before making it to the group in the harbor. He got there just in time too as the last of the Gileans with Lord Darius were being boarded along with retreating Night Elves. After boarding, he brought her down below decks and into what became a medical quarter and laid her on the bed. The white sheets under her instantly became a horrid mix of browns and reds from the dirt and blood. He took a step back as night elf healers came to heal her wounds and keep her possibly alive. His bronze armor across his chest and on his gauntlets and arm guards were dirtied from carrying her, but he was more concerned for the Night Elf druid, Evaeana Silvergrove.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>20-04-2014, 17:17:41</strong>
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				The world spun, lights bursting before her eyes as shock began to seize her bones. Weak, the gash in her side ragged and gushing down her side to pool around her booted feet. Her armor covered limbs were heavy, blocking strike after strike. The rage that fused her blood began to wane, her soon-to-be killers toying with her. Perhaps killing her was the last thing on her mind. Torture, death- it was all the same now. Evaeana did not know when she collapsed to the ground, the blurry image of a creature above her with weapon raised in brawny arms. The shadows of movement made her head spin as she lay in the blood swirled muck. <br><br>Sounds popped in her ears, muffled behind the hold of shock and the coating of mud across her pale purple skin and streaking through her dark hair. The foe above her vanished in a roar of fury, and her eyes fluttered. The end... She had no knowledge of what transpired, only the gravel and heavy accent of Gilnean. Was she imagining it in her last moments?<br><br><em>“Hey, c’mon lady. Stay with me. Your job is done. I am here to take you back, just hold on a wee bit longer.”</em><br><br>She whimpered as arms wrapped around her slender form, pain radiating from her side. <strong>"Noooo, leave me, Gilnean. Save yourself,"</strong> Evaeana moaned, fur caressing her grime coated body as she was crushed to the broad chest. The Druid fought against the jostling of his movement, until she let go- begging for oblivion to take away the agony. Voices filtered in as she came to, hands on her and she screamed- flailing beneath the light touches. Confusion muddled her reaction to her own people, her brain unable to focus on anything but the pain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>20-04-2014, 17:43:39</strong>
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				Damien watches as the night elves chanted their spells and placed herb created healing ointments after they cut way some of her ruined armor with a knife and begun to clean the gashed area. Despite being so close to death, she seemed to have the strength to scream and flail. “Worgen, help us, hold her down!” One of the elves hastily spoke to Damien. He nodded and stepped back into the circle of elves to aid them. He reached out and put his large werewolf hands on the joint of her elbows and held them down so she could not make use of her arms while two male night elves held down her legs. The night elf that asked his to help smiled. “Thank you.” Damien again nodded, but smiled. Damien spoke this time as the healers continued to focus on healing Evaena. “You night elves came to our aid in our time of need… This is… the least we can do. That is, to help you with your wounded.” The Gilnean’s never reached out and asked for help, but the night elf druids came in anyways, full bore and ready to fight and evacuate them. Despite Gilnean pride, they were indebted and would help the night elves that came and still live. Right now, it was healing and bringing to life this one Night Elf Druid. ‘Stay with us…’ Damien mentally said to himself as he looked from the elf talking to him over to the face of Evaeana’s.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 15:50:26</strong>
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				Somewhere between the last of the healing and being held beneath the strength of the Worgen and her kin, Evaeana fell into a confused healing sleep. The gash on her side closed slowly, another she-elf moving around the Gilnean to clean the streaks of blood from her tattooed cheeks. Cleaner, the Druid's head lolled toward her savior, chest rising and falling in a near drugged sleep. The near Death experience colored her dreams, and she sleep uneasily as the healers rushed about the room to keep her kin from succumbing to their injuries.<br><br>Evaeana woke slowly, curled up in a narrow cot- her side aching in pain. Where... Was she? More importantly... How did she get away? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 16:21:02</strong>
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				After the night elf calmed and he watched as confusion swept over her feature, but her body was calm and that was most important. This was the first time though, he had seen a night elf so close. Though her skin was a pale purple with darker purple markings on her face. She looked, beautiful... exotic even. What strands of her teal hair remained untained by blood and muck seemed to be like fine strands of silk. Yet, why did she come to squander or rather, bet her beauty and longevity on just to save what Gilneans she could? It made him recall when he say Lord Darius for the first time since the Light's Dawn Cathedral incident that changed their lives forever. The night elves knew of the 'curse' the worgens were under and the artifact he helped retrieve from Sylvanas's grasp. Damien slowly released his grip on her arms and straitened himself. After a few more moments of pondering and gazing upon Evaeana's beautiful face; he left her side to do what he can for both Gilneans and night elves alike for the duration of the boat trip.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.scrollsoflore.com/gallery/albums/wow_art/darnassus.jpg)</div><br>When next Evaeana would wake up, she would be in the night elf capital with other resting night elfs that returned from the battles in Gineas alive.Damien himself over the past day had busied himself with the Worgen in both Darnassus and Rut'theran Village; as well as helping the night elves with random errands to help each race get settled back. Though, with Evaena, he carried her so much where the healers needed to be as he felt obligated to do as much for her. After all, he watched her get cut down on the battlefeild. In war, it was one thing to watch nameless and faceless being to be killed, but to know of ones name and face was another. Plus, he would not allow another night elf to give their lives for Gilneas, they paid too much already when they did not have to. He was a miner and a blacksmith. In what little time he had left, he collected ores and stones and helped make weapon and armor or repaired to the best of his ability.<br><br>Damien was now in a night elf blacksmith house hammer in hand as he brought it down and finished the last bit on a weapon he just crafted. Picking it up, he sharped the weapon and then walked over to the place they had all of the night elves from the Gilnean battles. As he walked, he took a moment to admire Darnassus. It was full of dark colors, but somehow... bright. A part of him felt at... home here. Trees were tall and huge with pale purple leaves, the grass green and lush and there was a mystical and enchanting beauty to the architecture of the buildings. Once again, he took a huge wiff of the air, picking up the fragrance of various flowers and plants that just filled the air with its sweet fragrance. Of course, no sooner did her start to get lost in thought, he came upon the inn that was used for the recovering night elves. He came inside, his powerful hind legs causing a heavy clapping sound on the wood. he climbed up a series of ramps and moved over to Evaena's beside, putting the newly forged polearm to rest against the wall. Then, he turned his attention to the night elf woman, to check up on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>23-04-2014, 14:16:56</strong>
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				Her body ached as she tried to curl into a different position, peering around for anyone else in vicinity. Evaeana had only flashes of damp, and the heavy clanging of weapons hitting on each other. The mind only remembered what it wanted, but the dull edges of pain were the most clear when she tried to remember the last few hours. She pulled herself into a sitting position, struggling to maintain the position as she rested heavily against the pillow, one long fingered hand braced on the mattress. The light and flowy garment around her body split open as her fingers ran over her bandaged side. Her blue-green hair fell forward to obscure the ethereal curve of her face as the Worgen entered the room.<br><br>The naked curve of her breast was exposed if he looked, and she looked up- silver, glowing eyes meeting his. Her stomach muscles flexed as she made a small motion to hide, even if nakedness was nothing new to her and her kin. It never bother them... But the Gilnean? The soft lilt of her voice moved over him, and she took him in, <strong>"Hello, Gilnean..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>23-04-2014, 14:36:16</strong>
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				Damien watched as Evaeana either just woke up or had been awake. Either way, he watched her as she moved, exploring her now bandaged wounds and trying to move. In this case, succeeding in standing up. His own glowing red eyes gazed upon her glowing eyes when she was sitting in or on the edge of the bed and looked up at him. "Druid..." he said simply in his gravely tone of voice. Granted he felt a bit awkward with how much she was... exposed, but he made sure to stay focused on her eyes and face. She was a beautiful woman, no doubt, but he was not one to be rude. "Do not move so much. You may have escaped death... but do not endanger yourself. I came by to see how you were... and to... deliver something." He motioned towards the polearm he made that he just left at her bedside. "Your comrades said that your weapon was left behind... I thought to replace it. I did my best work with it. I hope you find it... usable." He paused. "If you can answer, why did you druids come to help us? Night elves are not known to welcome just anyone, but... to offer us sanctuary... It's... well, odd."
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				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>02-05-2014, 22:37:11</strong>
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				She spared albeit pointless smile at the grating sound of his voice across her eardrums. It was an oddly comforting sound, and she tried to focus on his words and not the swirling the room was doing. He gave her a firm command, and she sank back against the pillows with an almost grateful noise of relief. Sitting up would come later, possibly much, much later. Her body was on the mend, but the stretch of her jagged wound made her head spin. Evaeana was surprised she did not see stars yet as she fixed her loose robe around herself and draped the blanket across her thighs. <br><br><strong>"Deliver...."</strong> Interest sparked her moonlit eyes, able to turn their focus on the polearm. It was a gorgeous piece of metal and gems, but she refrained from asking to hold it. It was likely that the weight would strain her healing muscles. It chaffed to be confinded to bed rest, and she was grateful this Gilnean had taken some time to check on her. <strong>"It is beautiful..."</strong> The she-elf's brow furrowed, the purple tinted flesh wrinkling as she met his gaze. <strong>"Why wouldn't we? You were beseiged by the Forsaken and their allies, we could do nothing less. With the loss of your home, ours has enough space..."</strong> Evaeana smiled at him, running her finger tips over her lips in a way that said she did not realize she was doing it. <strong>"Personally, it was the right thing for us to do... I regret nothing about coming to the aid of the Gilneans."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>03-05-2014, 00:32:39</strong>
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				Damien could not, but feel a sense of... lost kindness in her tone of voice and words, but nothing more than that besides the fact she was genuine in her words. Though, she did look relieved to be laying back down. Who wouldn't be after the beating she took and to nearly escape the Val'kry's grasp? Still, she complimented his work and it was nice to see that she liked it. It always made the time and effort put into it worth every second. "You night elves are a strong people, I'll give you that." He paused before speaking. "Still, you all are not without your troubles... Word is being sent that Darkshore is under attack and the front line is failing. Naturally, we Gilnean's are not so prideful as to forget an ally... Even though we left the alliance years ago. A bunch of us are leaving soon... myself included to help out and see what we can do for your people in Darkshore. We hear that beyond the elements and spirits being torn apart... there maybe the work of a sinister group holding out in the area." He reached over and put his hand on her shoulder. The cold metal of the clawed gauntlet threatened to take whatever warmth was in her body. "Rest easy."&nbsp; He removed his hand. "Oh, that's right. I forgot introductions. Sorry for my manners. My name is Damien." He said, introduced himself; as late as it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>08-05-2014, 10:03:47</strong>
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				The she-elf was taken with the craftsmanship of the polearm, enjoying the glint of lantern light off its razor sharp edge. A touch of glee swelled in her warrior's heart, aching to return to the battle field to put to rest her body's aches and pains from her fight to get off Gilnean shores. So focused that she was, the word 'Darkshore' barely crossed her features. The glee of battle was erased the moment she turned her eyes to him. Heavy was the press of his gauntlet covered hand on her shoulder, all that kept her from jumping from the bed. She had spent many years guarding the shores of Kalimdor, the jagged coast line part of her favorite places to roam. Sorrow washed over her features, paining her eyes with a look of determination as she threw back the light coverlet. <strong>"You'll need help. It is my home away from home. Please, Damien..."</strong> Evaeana swung her body into a sitting position, clutching the edge of the bed in a white-knuckled death grip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 01:06:19</strong>
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				Damien watched intently as the news seemed to have affected her thoughts in a negative way. Thus, leading her to move to sit up, despite the pain she must be going through to simply do so. as she sat up, he looked down into her pale glowing eyes. He let out a soft, groan/growl from deep within his throat. This time, he reached down and put both of his gauntlet covered hands on her shoulders, looking down at the beautiful night elf. "I am not healer and while I admire your fighting spirit. I would suggest you stay in bed longer. From what I hear. These... elementals... you elves worship, are apparently going a bit wild. The land is destroyed with fissures, the land raised abnormally, some cult called the twilight is there and some of the wildlife have some sort of... decaying plague. Certainly more of a hazardous place than Gilneas and more demanding than what someone who nearly escaped death. You alone, nearly gave your life for those of my people who could not fight. It's the Gilneans turn to add our strength and help you defend your home." he paused for a moment before speaking. "No one will get away with defiling your home... We Gilneans know what that is like. I promise you." If he could offer her a smile, he would have given her a reassuring smile. Still, he could feel he was talking with a strong willed woman, but also one deeply concerned. After all, she never introduced herself when he introduced himself. Maybe it was a sort of night elf custom?
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				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>30-06-2014, 07:22:31</strong>
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				Frustration laced with the growing adrenaline of worry for her kin in Darkshore. Evaeana shook her head, even as her long-fingered hands came up to wrap around his gauntlets, a cool contrast to the heated skin that touched her shoulders. Her silver colored eyes were half unfocused as she debated how best to escape from the healer's quarters. The new polearm would serve her well, and she was grateful for the Gilnean's kindness. <br><br><em>"No one will get away with defiling your home... We Gilneans know what that is like. I promise you."</em><br><br>Focusing was difficult, and her clinging to him was just as subconsciously done. <strong>"My kin... I cannot let the Gilneans be the only ones. It is my duty as night elf and a Druid,"</strong> The she-elf murmured, pushing against his hold on her to try and stand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 21:57:23</strong>
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				Damien let off some slight sniffing sounds before speaking in his gravely tone of voice. “Fear not, other night elves will be the main force. We will just bolster and add our strength to theirs, but what I am trying to avoid is having you killed. You are better off living and ensuring no one else is hurt. So, please… focus.” He said as he kept his grip strong and to prevent her from moving. Naturally, he was stronger physically than her and it made it easier to keep her held down. “Besides, you never introduced yourself, young lady. There is time for us to talk. So please, just focus on the moment. You’re race taught us plenty and perhaps we can possibly give something in return; like some small talk to get to know each other, perhaps?” What Damien was thinking was that, maybe thinking of something to talk about would get her mind focused on conversation and less on wanting to rush to her death. Granted, he doubted that there would be any fighting right away, but better safe than sorry, so to speak. Though, he could not help, but want to try and help her get to Darkshore; her concern was… touching and he could feel for her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 11:57:13</strong>
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				She sank back under his large hands, not even having enough strength to resist the pressure of them. The tension in her jaw easing just enough that she exhaled a long breath, trying not to worry any more than necessary. In a mild amount of pain and struggling to get up, she had completely bypassed all manners involved in making the acquaintance of her savior. The druid shook her head ruefully, the soft blue locks snaking around his fingers on her shoulders. <strong>"I forget my manners. It is my honor to know we have help from the Gilneans in such a chaotic time. My name is Evaeana Silvergrove."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 13:13:40</strong>
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				"Evaeana..." Damien repeated in his gravely tone of voice as he slowly removed his hand from her shoulder. "Likewise... It is an honor to meet such a beautiful woman as yourself. Again, my name is Damien Remington. Still, I understand that it is a trying time fore you, After all, we all are suffering in our own way. The horde attacking and destroying Gilneas... These Twilight coming after the night elves." He soon knelt with one one knee before her and looked up at her face, into her glowing silver eyes. "At least now you are not standing alone against them now." He said, trying to be positive and reassuring. "Listen, we are still preparing the ship and assembling those who are willing to fight. If you rest, I'll see if I can get your comrades to let you come with me." He added as a bargain or deal with her Really, he just wanted her to heal her wounds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 14:24:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was strange to have a half man, half wolf kneeling before her, expressing concern for her injuries and complimenting her in a way she had not been. Night elves had no need to compliment, for it was common place to overlook those things. Instead they focused on battle prowess and the like. Gilneans were an honorable bunch, if a little prickly but kind sometimes. She smiled ruefully at his bargaining chip, tucking her legs up into a cross-legged position on the bed, leaning against the pillows. Staring at him next to her bed, Evaeana found herself quirking one of her eyebrows into a arch that wordlessly asked him if he was satisfied with her 'resting.' It was reassuring, yes, but there was still some nervous energy that she tried to let go for the moment. <br><br>When war came, and the destructing of so many towns, she had offered everything she was- yes, even her life- to defend those that needed their help. Gilneans were new to the alliance, but they had been shown no welcome from the Horde. The ache in her side was testament of that alone. As a Druid, she should have taken to animal form, to rend flesh and bone. It was her overconfidence that had landed her here, or perhaps her self sacrifice. To be honest, she would do it again... Especially if it proved that they would gain such an honorable ally in the Gilneans.<br><br><strong>"Thank you, Damien. Not only for agreeing to see me safely from this bed, but complimenting me. Its... Been some time since anyone has noticed me for anything other than my skill in battle.</strong> Evaeana had not meant to share that, but something put her at ease with this one. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: WoW: Love born from Cataclysm (Orochimaru and The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orochimaru</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 00:03:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Damien then grinned or as best of a grin as a worgen could do. "Even if I have to sneak you on board myself, but only if you let yourself heal in the meantime. Still, my pleasure. The least I can do for a woman like yourself." It was true after all, she was still a woman. An elf with a pale purple skin tone, teal hair and purple markings on her face and probably body, but still a woman in his eyes regardless. She was to be treated fairly in all regards. He took her hand and made a small lick on the back of her hand with the tip of his rough, worgan tongue. It was the beasts equivalent of kissing the back of her hand. He let her hand go, stood up, grabbed a nearby chair, brought it over and sat down. He had thought of a way to possibly distract her a bit longer from the events. Though it was working, maybe general talk topic that was meant to show interest; like him asking about the night elves and life style. "Though, if you would not mind. I have heard about this...'moonwell' as you all call it. If it pleases you, I would like to know about you or your culture." He stated, seeing if she would either talk about her or the night elves in general. Though, he hoped he was doing the right thing.
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