The Tangled Webs We Weave (Andronica and Imjessme)
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				Title: <strong>The Tangled Webs We Weave (Andronica and Imjessme)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>27-05-2016, 02:30:28</strong>
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				In a bar, somewhere in Shattrath City, a Death Knight was getting drunk.<br><br>Well, that's not exactly accurate.&nbsp; She was trying to get drunk, but failing.&nbsp; It seemed that the best that Liaria could do on the cheap grog was slightly tipsy, and even then only just barely. That was fine, though: she should have known not to expect more.&nbsp; Before her death, when Liaria had been human, this much alcohol, even of the poor quality available, would have had her stumbling-drunk.&nbsp; That was her life now, her after-life. Disappointment and rejection were becoming old friends, now that the world had no further use for her.<br><br>"Another!" Liaria shouted in an oddly modulated voice, holding her empty stein aloft to signal the bartender, then slamming the wooden mug back to the bar top.&nbsp; The surface wasn't even polished, but rather just raw wood, roughly planed and prone to splintering.&nbsp; Such was the condition of the lower levels of Shattrath.&nbsp; It's not like there hadn't been time.&nbsp; No, once the action had moved from the Outlands, once the Lich King reared his head, Shattrath had been nearly abandoned, suffering a simple lack of interest, especially in the lower, poorer levels.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course, that's why Liaria had come here, wasn't it?&nbsp; To be forgotten, just like what was left of the city?&nbsp; Light knew she certainly didn't want to be remembered.<br><br>"Yes, coming!" came a strong, basso male voice, booming from down the bar.&nbsp; It came with a thick accent that was somehow both alien and not, heavy, and yet attractive in its way.&nbsp; The massive, blue-skinned bartender clomped toward Liaria, his hooves clattering on the floor.&nbsp; "I'm coming, calm down.&nbsp; You'll scare away the other patrons."&nbsp; He took her mug, then turned to fill it from the giant keg behind him.&nbsp; Liaria glanced around, trying to find "the other patrons", and spotted one: an older Dwarf, tottering on his bar stool, muttering into a stein identical to her own.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hey, keep it down, Death Knight!" the Dwarf slurred in her general direction.<br><br>Liaria's eyebrows furrowed.&nbsp; "Just what makes you think I'm a Death Knight?" she called back.&nbsp; She truly was surprised.&nbsp; Before even coming into the bar, she'd shed herself of her armor, leaving it in her modest room across the city.&nbsp; She now wore only a simple cloth robe that indicated absolutely nothing about who and what she was, but also didn't exactly hide her imposing frame.&nbsp; Liaria stood almost six feet tall, with black hair that fell a little below her muscular shoulders.&nbsp; She'd kept it cropped shorter before, back when she served... well when she served, but it seemed nearly pointless now.&nbsp; Her body, on the other hand, was still in peak physical form, for a dead woman anyway.&nbsp; The cloth robe, if not hiding her height, did at least manage to keep her fit, lean body a secret.&nbsp; She had never exactly been buff, not by the standards of human men or Draenei... anything.&nbsp; But still, she was quick, deadly, and strong.<br><br>Her strength did not, however, prevent sensual curves, in the right places.&nbsp; Her breasts were not massive, but were certainly appropriate to her frame.&nbsp; Her hips were round, full, and gentle when compared to her nearly-chiseled abs.&nbsp; Liaria had, even before her resurrection to serve the Lich King, been unabashedly proud of her body.&nbsp; Now, though, after the rejection of the Death Knights by not only her own people, but by practically all, she tried to keep herself more or less to herself.<br><br>The Dwarf turned in Liaria's direction slowly, as if afraid that he'd fall from the stool if he moved too quickly, and he probably would.&nbsp; He said nothing, but simply pointed to one of his eyes, then nodded.&nbsp; Liaria blinked, then remembered that she was, forever and always, marked as one of Arthas' own.<br><br>"Right," she muttered, then turned back to the bar.&nbsp; The Draenei was just setting down what was to be her third, and not final, stein of grog.&nbsp; Liaria hoisted the stein, put the rim to her lips, and tipped it back.&nbsp; It was empty in two large gulps.<br><br>"Another!" she shouted, despite the fact that the bartender was directly in front of her.&nbsp; The blue-skinned behemoth rolled his eyes, and Liaria belched.
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