It had started out as simply raising a glass of cherry grog to future adventures. Raising morale. Gentyl thought. Light! How her bunch needed it. After all the death and pain and sweat and fear, a little play time would do them good. Probably even sharpen their edge.
She was hopeful with some of the new initiates. The ranks had been falling, but now, the guild, was almost back to full strength. Getting them trained to fight together, as a unit, as a family...that was a different story. Soon, she thought, we'll work on one problem at a time.
After raising her cup almost a dozen times, Gentyl's bladder let her know that it was time to go home and seek out her bed. Light! Even her teeth were numb. Maybe she should have declined Cray's fourth, or was it sixth, offer of grog. However, this was a tasty batch. After half a dozen, it's hard to keep count.
"Farewell, friends. It's time for me to find my bed." With a salute, and amid various plea's for her to stay and drink, she left the Blue Recluse. Hoping that the cool night air would clear her ringing head a little, she decided to meander through the Mage Quarter. Better be able to walk before I ride, she thought.
After ambling down the pathway for a few minutes, she caught the faint blue glow off a pair of eyes from someone unnaturally tall. Blinking her eyes and getting into a battle stance with her hand on her hilt, the great beast stepped into the moonlight.
"Helhammer! You nearly scared me to death! You need to learn to make some noise and let people know you're there." She said, smiling at her newest recruit. She knew little about the big Worgen. She didn't trust him yet, but she felt, somehow, like she could. He had danger in his stride, but sadness in his eyes. Eyes that have seen too much and sorry for every bit of it. Kind of reminded her of her husband's eyes.
He was still about twenty five paces away when she saw that he wasn't smiling. His lips were curled into a snarl and the runes on his armor and weapons were a glow. A sure sign that a Death Knight was preparing for battle. She was terribly confused so she dropped back into a defensive stance.
He dropped to all fours and took two leaping bounds almost faster than she could track with her eyes. At the second bound, he threw his hammer at her with all of his might and continued his bounding leaps at her.
She watched the hammer come at her, not knowing even if she was sober if she could avoid the weapon. She flinched and closed her eyes for a moment and felt the hammer come so close that it tugged on her pony tail as it passed. Opening her eyes, the Death Knight was only a few feet away with claws outstretched and the cruel look of death in his eyes. She barely had time to whisper the word, "why," when he lept over her and she realized she'd heard a decided "thud" behind her when the hammer passed.
She turned around in a daze, in time to see a portal slamming shut and Hel standing there growling with a fist full of cloth, claws dripping blood. He raised it to his muzzle and sniffed it. With a look of disgust, he threw it to the ground and retrieved his weapon. Looking over his shoulder, back at Gentyl, he growled. "Hit him straight in the chest and he got up and made a portal. Not many can do that after I connect. I'm sorry I failed you."
Dazed, still a little confused, sober now as a priest, Gentyl said, "you didn't fail! Thank you! I thought that you were...well...I don't know what I thought."
"I have his scent now, Sepha. He won't escape me again if we meet. Next time I'll be ready for his little trick."
"Did you recognize him? Or can you give a description?" Gentyl was afraid of the answer.
Helhammer bent back over and picked up the cloth. "Tabard. I saw the sigil of the Modas on the front. Undead, by sight and obviously by his smell. Mage. I'll know him when I see him again."
"Tyrexus. Light I hate him."
Helhammer snorted. "Stupid name."
Gentyl shook her head. "Don't let that fool you. Dangerous, wretched creature. Takes sport in killing children and taking eyes. Sometimes they're still alive when he does it. We have a kill on sight order for him."
Gentyl could see by the look on Hel's face that Tyrexus and the Modas would be in for a treat when they met him on the battlefield. One thing she did know was that Hel loved children. He would go down to the orphanage and let the little ones ride him.
"Sepha. Let me walk you home. There are dangers in the night and Master Turncutt would skin me and use me for a rug if he knew I let you walk home alone."
She took his offered arm and patted it. "You're right, he would. But I think after what you did tonight, he'll put off making your hide into a pair of slippers for another night."
She was hopeful with some of the new initiates. The ranks had been falling, but now, the guild, was almost back to full strength. Getting them trained to fight together, as a unit, as a family...that was a different story. Soon, she thought, we'll work on one problem at a time.
After raising her cup almost a dozen times, Gentyl's bladder let her know that it was time to go home and seek out her bed. Light! Even her teeth were numb. Maybe she should have declined Cray's fourth, or was it sixth, offer of grog. However, this was a tasty batch. After half a dozen, it's hard to keep count.
"Farewell, friends. It's time for me to find my bed." With a salute, and amid various plea's for her to stay and drink, she left the Blue Recluse. Hoping that the cool night air would clear her ringing head a little, she decided to meander through the Mage Quarter. Better be able to walk before I ride, she thought.
After ambling down the pathway for a few minutes, she caught the faint blue glow off a pair of eyes from someone unnaturally tall. Blinking her eyes and getting into a battle stance with her hand on her hilt, the great beast stepped into the moonlight.
"Helhammer! You nearly scared me to death! You need to learn to make some noise and let people know you're there." She said, smiling at her newest recruit. She knew little about the big Worgen. She didn't trust him yet, but she felt, somehow, like she could. He had danger in his stride, but sadness in his eyes. Eyes that have seen too much and sorry for every bit of it. Kind of reminded her of her husband's eyes.
He was still about twenty five paces away when she saw that he wasn't smiling. His lips were curled into a snarl and the runes on his armor and weapons were a glow. A sure sign that a Death Knight was preparing for battle. She was terribly confused so she dropped back into a defensive stance.
He dropped to all fours and took two leaping bounds almost faster than she could track with her eyes. At the second bound, he threw his hammer at her with all of his might and continued his bounding leaps at her.
She watched the hammer come at her, not knowing even if she was sober if she could avoid the weapon. She flinched and closed her eyes for a moment and felt the hammer come so close that it tugged on her pony tail as it passed. Opening her eyes, the Death Knight was only a few feet away with claws outstretched and the cruel look of death in his eyes. She barely had time to whisper the word, "why," when he lept over her and she realized she'd heard a decided "thud" behind her when the hammer passed.
She turned around in a daze, in time to see a portal slamming shut and Hel standing there growling with a fist full of cloth, claws dripping blood. He raised it to his muzzle and sniffed it. With a look of disgust, he threw it to the ground and retrieved his weapon. Looking over his shoulder, back at Gentyl, he growled. "Hit him straight in the chest and he got up and made a portal. Not many can do that after I connect. I'm sorry I failed you."
Dazed, still a little confused, sober now as a priest, Gentyl said, "you didn't fail! Thank you! I thought that you were...well...I don't know what I thought."
"I have his scent now, Sepha. He won't escape me again if we meet. Next time I'll be ready for his little trick."
"Did you recognize him? Or can you give a description?" Gentyl was afraid of the answer.
Helhammer bent back over and picked up the cloth. "Tabard. I saw the sigil of the Modas on the front. Undead, by sight and obviously by his smell. Mage. I'll know him when I see him again."
"Tyrexus. Light I hate him."
Helhammer snorted. "Stupid name."
Gentyl shook her head. "Don't let that fool you. Dangerous, wretched creature. Takes sport in killing children and taking eyes. Sometimes they're still alive when he does it. We have a kill on sight order for him."
Gentyl could see by the look on Hel's face that Tyrexus and the Modas would be in for a treat when they met him on the battlefield. One thing she did know was that Hel loved children. He would go down to the orphanage and let the little ones ride him.
"Sepha. Let me walk you home. There are dangers in the night and Master Turncutt would skin me and use me for a rug if he knew I let you walk home alone."
She took his offered arm and patted it. "You're right, he would. But I think after what you did tonight, he'll put off making your hide into a pair of slippers for another night."
