Mulgore, a hot, desert-like area with nothing she wanted. She sat at a small, circular table inside a well drawn up tent. The dead body of an orc lay in the corner, a Da Doctas tabard fit her form nicely, but she was utterly and truly dead. Her hands had been tied behind her back with what looked like a whip. Her neck had been slit open by a very sharp blade, the blood ran down the side of her body into a puddle on the ground. Her death had been fairly quick, it seemed.
She had seen the Orc in the city. She was bargaining with a troll on rice prices. The tabard had been easily spotted, and so it was not hard to follow the orc out into Mulgore, to what appeared to be her home, and kill her. The orc seemed...immature for battle. She had actually been disappointed, she remembered a time when the Doctas, all of them, had been battle-ready. The times they remained in the Crossroads, when Selima still remained a teacher there. But those times, they had long passed, now the Doctas were few in number and no longer had a campus.
She shook her head, clearing her mind of thoughts, and sat down at the wooden, circular table in the middle of the tent. It'd been quite a few months since her deliveries. And still no one had sought her out. It had gone well. She didn't want to be found out so quickly now, that ruined the rest of the fun that was soon to be had. The Modas was gone. There was no group to cause mischief, mayhem, destruction, and the occasional panic. People had started to become quite boring. She watched them, like little animals in the streets of Orgrimmar. In the Undercity. In Silvermoon, even. And she had even gone to Thunder Bluff, though that trip had proved to be quite entertaining. Nevertheless, people had become too boring. And she wished to change that.
"I'm bored. That...chat with Stefan only made me think of more trouble to cause." That chat with Stefan, a boring little thing that had proved of no immense value. Well, that's not completely true. She found out that him and Aleanda may be fighting. Of course, that did not much matter to her anymore. Maybe once before, in the past, but now? No. And she was almost positive it might be a ploy to simply gain her trust. Hmph. That was gained in more difficult ways now, far more difficult.
"Whom shall we go after this time, my little demon? There are numerous groups... numerous people, even." The succubus didn't answer. Armaya pulled out a bunch of small pieces of parchment out of a small pouch at her belt. Quietly she tossed the papers onto the table and muttered a soft word watching happily as the papers burst into flame. "Upon the ashes, sit ruin." It was an odd thing to say, as if it had significant value. She placed her hand over the parchments, swallowing the flame within her hand and letting it disappear into the air. "Destruction, shall it be." Most of the pieces of parchment had been destroyed, laying, in ruin, in ash. But one survived mostly intact, at the bottom, she slid out the parchment, and her eyes grew wide as she read the name upon it.
"Well, well, well, fate does seem to have a sense of humor. This.....this will be quite fun."
She cackled, sitting up quite quickly, letting the wooden chair underneath her go rolling down to the floor. "Kalona, go." She didn't need to say more, the demon simply bowed and disappeared into the nether. Armaya continued to peer at the piece of parchment, before her fingers flickered to the corner the orc sat in, the tabard it wore burst into flames, and so did the dead orc. She turned, muttering a word, and the opposite corner caught fire. She tapped the table, and again, fire began to burn up the side. She tapped her hearthstone, letting it take her out of the tent, letting the fire consume the burning home, as it should. For fire is not for creation, but for destruction, and she just loved destroying things...
She had things to do, now she simply needed to seek out those like her. Those that wanted to cause trouble, simply because they had the power to do so...
She had seen the Orc in the city. She was bargaining with a troll on rice prices. The tabard had been easily spotted, and so it was not hard to follow the orc out into Mulgore, to what appeared to be her home, and kill her. The orc seemed...immature for battle. She had actually been disappointed, she remembered a time when the Doctas, all of them, had been battle-ready. The times they remained in the Crossroads, when Selima still remained a teacher there. But those times, they had long passed, now the Doctas were few in number and no longer had a campus.
She shook her head, clearing her mind of thoughts, and sat down at the wooden, circular table in the middle of the tent. It'd been quite a few months since her deliveries. And still no one had sought her out. It had gone well. She didn't want to be found out so quickly now, that ruined the rest of the fun that was soon to be had. The Modas was gone. There was no group to cause mischief, mayhem, destruction, and the occasional panic. People had started to become quite boring. She watched them, like little animals in the streets of Orgrimmar. In the Undercity. In Silvermoon, even. And she had even gone to Thunder Bluff, though that trip had proved to be quite entertaining. Nevertheless, people had become too boring. And she wished to change that.
"I'm bored. That...chat with Stefan only made me think of more trouble to cause." That chat with Stefan, a boring little thing that had proved of no immense value. Well, that's not completely true. She found out that him and Aleanda may be fighting. Of course, that did not much matter to her anymore. Maybe once before, in the past, but now? No. And she was almost positive it might be a ploy to simply gain her trust. Hmph. That was gained in more difficult ways now, far more difficult.
"Whom shall we go after this time, my little demon? There are numerous groups... numerous people, even." The succubus didn't answer. Armaya pulled out a bunch of small pieces of parchment out of a small pouch at her belt. Quietly she tossed the papers onto the table and muttered a soft word watching happily as the papers burst into flame. "Upon the ashes, sit ruin." It was an odd thing to say, as if it had significant value. She placed her hand over the parchments, swallowing the flame within her hand and letting it disappear into the air. "Destruction, shall it be." Most of the pieces of parchment had been destroyed, laying, in ruin, in ash. But one survived mostly intact, at the bottom, she slid out the parchment, and her eyes grew wide as she read the name upon it.
"Well, well, well, fate does seem to have a sense of humor. This.....this will be quite fun."
She cackled, sitting up quite quickly, letting the wooden chair underneath her go rolling down to the floor. "Kalona, go." She didn't need to say more, the demon simply bowed and disappeared into the nether. Armaya continued to peer at the piece of parchment, before her fingers flickered to the corner the orc sat in, the tabard it wore burst into flames, and so did the dead orc. She turned, muttering a word, and the opposite corner caught fire. She tapped the table, and again, fire began to burn up the side. She tapped her hearthstone, letting it take her out of the tent, letting the fire consume the burning home, as it should. For fire is not for creation, but for destruction, and she just loved destroying things...
She had things to do, now she simply needed to seek out those like her. Those that wanted to cause trouble, simply because they had the power to do so...
