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Going Home
(Posted by Arston in the Like Missing Thread)
Arlston wished he was somewhere else.
It had been only a short while ago that Lady Vanressa had tasked him to finding this Tauren for her purposes. Once he had received his orders, and all preparations had been completed, he gathered his usual tricks of the trade, and boarded the ship for Kalimdor.
Upon arrival, he left the neutral town of Ratchet to begin his search. The notice that he had read while aboard the ship said the Tauren was heading east, towards the Barrens, from Mulgore. It was a place to start.
The heat from the Barrens was stifling, but Arlston was quite cool from the breeze as he rode Dusk, the dark colored Gryphon who would be nigh impossible to spot at night. Watching and noting everything below his as he flew, he approached the large crevice that now divided the Barrens.
Arlston skimmed the ground closely, his face expressionless as he searched for any sign southwards of the large fissure. Keeping his altitude low, and trusting Dusk to remain silent, he knew that he was in a for a fun interrogation and torture if the Horde found him in their territory. The Horde races would execute him painfully, or take him prisoner, just like the human Priestess he had been informed of had been taken.
And Arlston didn't have any combat hardened bodyguards with him...
Arriving at the entrance to Mulgore from the Barrens, Arlston quietly contemplated the options possible. Knowing there were skirmishes fought all along these lands, he instead headed south, towards Razorfen. Surely a wizened old Tauren wouldn't head alone into battle against an entire Alliance regiment or outpost? He'd want to avoid the majority of the warfare, and the only available option was....South...towards the Razorfen.
Arlston dismounted Dusk and let him soar high above, watching the Gryphon circle above him carefully. Sighing quietly to himself, Arlston set off at a fast pace, hoping to find and possibly capture this "Liko" before anybody else did.
And hoping to find the missing Tauren, before the Horde found Arlston...
((Sad thing is...nearly died when I flew too close to some Horde guards....))
Arlston wished he was somewhere else.
It had been only a short while ago that Lady Vanressa had tasked him to finding this Tauren for her purposes. Once he had received his orders, and all preparations had been completed, he gathered his usual tricks of the trade, and boarded the ship for Kalimdor.
Upon arrival, he left the neutral town of Ratchet to begin his search. The notice that he had read while aboard the ship said the Tauren was heading east, towards the Barrens, from Mulgore. It was a place to start.
The heat from the Barrens was stifling, but Arlston was quite cool from the breeze as he rode Dusk, the dark colored Gryphon who would be nigh impossible to spot at night. Watching and noting everything below his as he flew, he approached the large crevice that now divided the Barrens.
Arlston skimmed the ground closely, his face expressionless as he searched for any sign southwards of the large fissure. Keeping his altitude low, and trusting Dusk to remain silent, he knew that he was in a for a fun interrogation and torture if the Horde found him in their territory. The Horde races would execute him painfully, or take him prisoner, just like the human Priestess he had been informed of had been taken.
And Arlston didn't have any combat hardened bodyguards with him...
Arriving at the entrance to Mulgore from the Barrens, Arlston quietly contemplated the options possible. Knowing there were skirmishes fought all along these lands, he instead headed south, towards Razorfen. Surely a wizened old Tauren wouldn't head alone into battle against an entire Alliance regiment or outpost? He'd want to avoid the majority of the warfare, and the only available option was....South...towards the Razorfen.
Arlston dismounted Dusk and let him soar high above, watching the Gryphon circle above him carefully. Sighing quietly to himself, Arlston set off at a fast pace, hoping to find and possibly capture this "Liko" before anybody else did.
And hoping to find the missing Tauren, before the Horde found Arlston...
((Sad thing is...nearly died when I flew too close to some Horde guards....))
((Unless anyone objects, I'd like to get this up on the Cenarion Circle Wiki. Does anyone *not* want their posts placed there?))
((Cray I'm still trying to update. First two pages are done. Hopefully I can get the Booty Bay fiasco sorted out and written tonight.))
Commander,
I thought of you last night as I sat at the lighthouse watching the sun go down. I can see your love of the sea. Coins of gold seemed to ride the gentle waves in the gloaming. I almost imagined mermaids darting to and fro among the waves to catch them as a dancer might at midsummer faire.
It's good to have Faithe home though the cost was high and my reputation is most likely ruined for lack of planning. Tis the calm after the storm and I welcome the quiet.
Were it up to me, I would hunt this goblin down and have him sliced to ribbons, but it is too much to ask of anyone to risk more. I do believe the Grims need to be taught some manners, however. I will speak to you soon about this.
Truly,
Gentyl
I thought of you last night as I sat at the lighthouse watching the sun go down. I can see your love of the sea. Coins of gold seemed to ride the gentle waves in the gloaming. I almost imagined mermaids darting to and fro among the waves to catch them as a dancer might at midsummer faire.
It's good to have Faithe home though the cost was high and my reputation is most likely ruined for lack of planning. Tis the calm after the storm and I welcome the quiet.
Were it up to me, I would hunt this goblin down and have him sliced to ribbons, but it is too much to ask of anyone to risk more. I do believe the Grims need to be taught some manners, however. I will speak to you soon about this.
Truly,
Gentyl
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A little something from an old friend.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRzJFvXIgw0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRzJFvXIgw0
That is absolutely awesome. Thank you so much.
(The thread is updated through page four now.)
Faithe sat in her room, perched on the window sill.
Her new room.
Gentyl had moved her to the ground floor after finding her standing on the edge of the pa!**%t.
The flowers in the gardens below were in full bloom. The heady scent of perfume roses Gentyl preferred, mingled with the honeysuckle climbing up the wall to her right. Faithe fingered a lily she had plucked from the bouquets Byte sent her. Such a thoughtful little woman.
The lily was white as snow and velvet soft as she traced her thumb across the petal. Snow. She had lost her kitten in the rescue. Yet another sigh escaped. Cats were remarkably self sufficient. The kitten would survive. Maybe someone would find her had adopt her.
She reached up and rubbed the brand above her left breast. Even through her robes she felt the puckered scar. He had kissed her shoulder after they branded her as a mother might kiss a sc!**% on a wailing child to make the hurt go away. She shook her head and forced her attention back to the flower garden. Many of the herbs were ready to pick. She should make some potions.
As if in answer to the thought, Teriis knocked timidly on the door. She recognized his soft rapping as surely as if he had spoken. He could speak, but it was extremely painful and the mute only did so when it the need was dire.
"Come in, Teriis."
He opened the door and came in, juggling a tray with food in and a package tucked under one arm. He closed the door behind him to block out the sounds from the hall and set the tray down on her desk, then walked over to her and handed her the package.
She looked at him, puzzled by the gaily wrapped package. He shrugged and pointed to the name on the outside.
From Rusty to my favorite fishing partner
Faithe smiled. She had beaten him with a fishing pole the first time she met him for scaring the fish. They had become fast friends after that and he often sent her exotics from around the world he picked up in his travels.
Teriis smiled, like a small child and urged her to open the package. It was an assortment of rare herbs he had carefully preserved for her. She definitely needed to make more potions now.
Teriis smiled and jotted something on his notepad. "He is a good friend."
Faithe nodded. Indeed he was. He had sent a note soon after she returned, chastising her because no one contacted him to tell him about the rescue. Would he still send her silly notes and gifts if he knew...if he knew what?
She pondered the question.
If he knew how tainted she was now. Tainted, that was a good word.
Teriis had an uncanny ability to read moods and frowned at the turn hers was taking. He patted his stomach and pointed to the food, then made eating motions.
"Yes, Teriis. I'll eat."
She moved to the desk and sat down. It was a wonderful vegetable soup with chunks of beef. She closed her eyes and inhaled the aromatic steam. Rosemary. She looked at the tray. He had drizzled the bread with rosemary oil before toasting it.
"Thank you, this is wonderful."
He folded his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow at her.
She knew he wouldn't leave until she had eaten. He mothered over her like a setting hen over her continuing weight loss. She took the first bite and closed her eyes in pleasure, but by the time she had finished half the bowl she was so full she felt like she would explode if she took another bite.
Teriis frowned when she pushed the bowl away.
"It's wonderful, but I can't eat any more," she said. "I'll keep the bread and snack on it later."
He smiled slightly, but there was still a ghost of a frown. He worried. They all worried. She was the only one who didn't seem worried. Why worry about things you can't change? She knew the truth. Meshka would never let her go. He had told her so.
Her new room.
Gentyl had moved her to the ground floor after finding her standing on the edge of the pa!**%t.
The flowers in the gardens below were in full bloom. The heady scent of perfume roses Gentyl preferred, mingled with the honeysuckle climbing up the wall to her right. Faithe fingered a lily she had plucked from the bouquets Byte sent her. Such a thoughtful little woman.
The lily was white as snow and velvet soft as she traced her thumb across the petal. Snow. She had lost her kitten in the rescue. Yet another sigh escaped. Cats were remarkably self sufficient. The kitten would survive. Maybe someone would find her had adopt her.
She reached up and rubbed the brand above her left breast. Even through her robes she felt the puckered scar. He had kissed her shoulder after they branded her as a mother might kiss a sc!**% on a wailing child to make the hurt go away. She shook her head and forced her attention back to the flower garden. Many of the herbs were ready to pick. She should make some potions.
As if in answer to the thought, Teriis knocked timidly on the door. She recognized his soft rapping as surely as if he had spoken. He could speak, but it was extremely painful and the mute only did so when it the need was dire.
"Come in, Teriis."
He opened the door and came in, juggling a tray with food in and a package tucked under one arm. He closed the door behind him to block out the sounds from the hall and set the tray down on her desk, then walked over to her and handed her the package.
She looked at him, puzzled by the gaily wrapped package. He shrugged and pointed to the name on the outside.
From Rusty to my favorite fishing partner
Faithe smiled. She had beaten him with a fishing pole the first time she met him for scaring the fish. They had become fast friends after that and he often sent her exotics from around the world he picked up in his travels.
Teriis smiled, like a small child and urged her to open the package. It was an assortment of rare herbs he had carefully preserved for her. She definitely needed to make more potions now.
Teriis smiled and jotted something on his notepad. "He is a good friend."
Faithe nodded. Indeed he was. He had sent a note soon after she returned, chastising her because no one contacted him to tell him about the rescue. Would he still send her silly notes and gifts if he knew...if he knew what?
She pondered the question.
If he knew how tainted she was now. Tainted, that was a good word.
Teriis had an uncanny ability to read moods and frowned at the turn hers was taking. He patted his stomach and pointed to the food, then made eating motions.
"Yes, Teriis. I'll eat."
She moved to the desk and sat down. It was a wonderful vegetable soup with chunks of beef. She closed her eyes and inhaled the aromatic steam. Rosemary. She looked at the tray. He had drizzled the bread with rosemary oil before toasting it.
"Thank you, this is wonderful."
He folded his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow at her.
She knew he wouldn't leave until she had eaten. He mothered over her like a setting hen over her continuing weight loss. She took the first bite and closed her eyes in pleasure, but by the time she had finished half the bowl she was so full she felt like she would explode if she took another bite.
Teriis frowned when she pushed the bowl away.
"It's wonderful, but I can't eat any more," she said. "I'll keep the bread and snack on it later."
He smiled slightly, but there was still a ghost of a frown. He worried. They all worried. She was the only one who didn't seem worried. Why worry about things you can't change? She knew the truth. Meshka would never let her go. He had told her so.
Teriis closed Faithe's door quietly behind his exit to let her rest, but leaned against the door for a quiet moment. Faithe seemed to be the only one who didn't find her condition to be worrisome, and it bothered him.
Since the attack on Ironforge, Taelanas had been on him about the injuries he sustained, but as Teriis headed back to his room, the wounds were the last of his worries. His precious music box had been damaged. Teriis locked his door and sat on his bed, trying in vain to repair the small crystal box. Gentyl had promised to have it repaired, but he hadn't managed to open the box when the attackers returned and damaged it.
The box contained a voice which spoke a story he'd heard all his life. The story of the man who held the world in his hands. The story itself, however, was not what Teriis feared to never hear again. What worried him was that he'd never hear its speaker's voice again. The voice in the box belonged to Almark Raines, Teriis's father.
Since the troubador night of music and tall tales, Teriis had only left his room to tend to Faithe and his chores, but quickly retreated back to his room without so much as a smile to a passing Holy Guard...
Since the attack on Ironforge, Taelanas had been on him about the injuries he sustained, but as Teriis headed back to his room, the wounds were the last of his worries. His precious music box had been damaged. Teriis locked his door and sat on his bed, trying in vain to repair the small crystal box. Gentyl had promised to have it repaired, but he hadn't managed to open the box when the attackers returned and damaged it.
The box contained a voice which spoke a story he'd heard all his life. The story of the man who held the world in his hands. The story itself, however, was not what Teriis feared to never hear again. What worried him was that he'd never hear its speaker's voice again. The voice in the box belonged to Almark Raines, Teriis's father.
Since the troubador night of music and tall tales, Teriis had only left his room to tend to Faithe and his chores, but quickly retreated back to his room without so much as a smile to a passing Holy Guard...
(Updated through page six. Once again I am reminded how awesome this server is.)
(A new post by Turncutt is at the top of page 8.)
Gentyl walked through the hall, glancing at the Guards lounging about. Teriis was setting up a chessboard. He was quietly determined to draw Faithe out of her ever-increasing shell.
Time was the best healer, but would the wounds ever really heal? Faithe ate, a little, talked even less and preferred no visitors. Gentyl respected her wishes, but there was still some things she had to insist on. So the request went out.
"Imperon, can you see about testing her for bonds as you mentioned?"
Lord Wolfgaar wouldn't be happy about it, but if Faithe were recaptured, Gentyl knew the truth. They wouldn't have to worry about mounting a new rescue attempt. Faithe would take things into her one hands one last time and do her best to kill Meshka, hopefully dying in the process.
Time was the best healer, but would the wounds ever really heal? Faithe ate, a little, talked even less and preferred no visitors. Gentyl respected her wishes, but there was still some things she had to insist on. So the request went out.
"Imperon, can you see about testing her for bonds as you mentioned?"
Lord Wolfgaar wouldn't be happy about it, but if Faithe were recaptured, Gentyl knew the truth. They wouldn't have to worry about mounting a new rescue attempt. Faithe would take things into her one hands one last time and do her best to kill Meshka, hopefully dying in the process.
A smallish ghost wolf approached Hearthglen hesitantly, a small bag hanging around her neck and a gleaming AAMS identification badge held in her teeth. As she recognized the tabard of one of the Holy Guard sentries, she hustled up to the man, dropping the badge at his feet. She whined softly, shaking the bag loose to fall to the ground as well.
Tied to the bag was a piece of paper with the word "Faithe" scrawled on it in crude Common script. Inside the bag was an apple and a hunk of old cheese.
The ghost wolf bent down, picked the badge up in her mouth, then turned and hustled away into the Plaguelands.
Tied to the bag was a piece of paper with the word "Faithe" scrawled on it in crude Common script. Inside the bag was an apple and a hunk of old cheese.
The ghost wolf bent down, picked the badge up in her mouth, then turned and hustled away into the Plaguelands.
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