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"Rune? Aorune? Hello?" called Luptia's searching voice.

"What is it, Lup?" Aorune asked, turning a corner in Fenris Keep, nearly colliding with the other Worgen. The event caused a chuckle from both of the commanders, but Luptia's face morphed into one Aorune couldn't exactly recognize-Fear? Sadness? Concern?

"Aorune....What was the name of your sister, back in Lordaeron?" Luptia asked, unsuredly. Aorune saw her hands behind her back, unusual for Silverfang.

"Judiel, her name was, I believe. She died of a fever as the Scourge began to manifest in northern Lordaeron. Not the Plague, just another evil bug that took her life. We buried her inside the city, in the tomb next to our home...Why?" Aorune returned, tilting his head.

"I talked with a ghost last night," Luptia replied, "Judiel. She's been ressurected as a Forsaken, and tried to get to you, but ended up speaking with me over the stone instead....I'm sorry, Rune."

Judiel, raised to Undeath by the Banshee Queen? Aorune's worst nightmare...was reality. With a roar of anger, he took a knife from his belt, turned, and quickly threw it at a painting on the wall. When it hit, Luptia promptly placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Why? Why would they do this? She was a simple priest, barely in the order by the time she died. Why..Why would they do such an evil?" Aorune cried, not hoping for or recieving an answer.

"I don't know...But she sounded like she wanted to join you again. I couldn't promise her she could..For obvious reasons," Luptia said, backing away.

"I wish to speak with her...if she must be killed, I shall...But I woud do my best to see the good from her living days still in her."
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Aorune and Luptia stood outside their inn, on the Hillsbrad side of Lordamere Lake, and watched as a young Forsaken woman slowly walked up to the inn. "R-Runy! I-I'm glad to see you. And this is Luptia?" Judiel asked, smiling. "I heard a little something about you two," she continued, prompting a quizical look by Aorune to Luptia, who chuckeld a bit.

"You know that...Judiel, who ever you've spoken to on the other side...We're against. After you died, Lordaeron and Stormwind became hated enemies of each other, thanks to the Undeath of our people. We've both killed many Forsaken, some that I'm sure I would have drink with in better times...But these are not," Aorune proclaimed, Judiel watching unwaverlingly as he spoke. Luptia only gave a nod in affirmation.

"I don't want to be enemies, Runy," Judiel stated, "but how can we not? I've already been forced to kill your soldiers..only a few, and I hated it. But I've seen how they torture, Aorune. It is more frightening than the fever I died from."

Aorune clenched a fist, cursing. "Don't give me a reason to strike you down, for I do not want to," he commanded, feeling once more like a commanding brother from years ago. He felt a good deal of remorse for saying what he did.

Judiel brought a hand to her face, shocked. Luptia gave a concerned look to her partner, but didn't say anymore. This was not her sister, but Aorune's.

"What..what if I could join you? I don't want to have anything to do with the Dark Lady, and you know me! I only want a simple life again!" Judiel suggested.

"It..isnt possible. The Grand Alliance is a great enemy of the New Horde..I don't know, Jul, I don't...." Aorune began to say. "Damn the War Council! Why did I ever give in to it?" he asked himself. "I don't want anything to do with it anymore!"

Luptia from what Aorune could see out of his watery eyes, looked full of pain..And Judiel watched over as well. As the night passed, Aorune and his partner bid farewell to Judiel, the last member of Fireblade's family, with the pain of knowing he had the hardest choice he could have ahead of him. Close, close ahead.

((Very neat turn of events. Looking forward to seeing what happens next!))

(( Loving it so far! :D ))

The Light did not give much rest for the weary Fireblade. Aorune couldn't remember much, but from what he could gather was that two nights after meeting Judiel again, the Forsaken attacked. Viciously. The Worgen of the Night were homeless now, and he sat down with Luptia in a makeshift tent.

"Aorune, I'm glad you came here. I was not going to send for you, but we need a new base quickly. The Forsaken are again in full control of Lordaeron, and it isn't safe to stay here any longer," Luptia said, looking up from a map.

Aorune thought for a few moments. "We could go to Gilneas. Its still fought over, and we can get the Alliance help we always needed."

Luptia nodded. "You're right. In fact, I remember a perfect place to replace Fenris. The Greymane Manor is very large, defendable, and it is in a great location for our forces."

Aorune nodded to Luptia, although he knew very little of this Manor. "The Forsaken wil hunt us like animals unless we get behind our own lines. While it pains me to get farther from Lordaeron, to go to Gilneas will give me another chance to make that dream happen."

So the commanders directed their pack through the Greymane Wall, encountering Horde now and then, untill reaching the great Manor. Luptia cringed at the sight of Duskwood, sunken and ruined, as they approached. However, she turned to the nearby Manor and asked, "What should we name it, Rune?"

Aorune wasn't expecting that sort of question, but an idea quickly came to him. "Lordneas Keep. For Lordaeron and Gilneas, this Keep shall stand against the Horde."

And so anotehr chapter for the Worgen of the Night began.

Judiel walked through the Ruins of Lordaeron, thinking things over. She'd met, or rather seen, three suspicious fellows in a hushed conversation outside the throne room. There was a Forsaken man, and a Sindorei and Orc, both women. When Judiel leaned into the conversation, she was shooed off by the Sindorei, and she snuck behind a building to overhear what was happening. Judiel didn't pick much up, however, given that there were a lot of bats flying through the towers. She directed her attention to them instead.

The next day, she met the Big Brother of Homeland in Silvermoon, who invited Judiel into the fold. She accepted the offer, and before going into Gilneas and then Orgimmar, she bought herself a beautiful red robe and a staff, both considerably newer han what she was ressurected in.

When she approached the flight master in Brill, a good amount of unwanted attention was placed on her after she asked for a flight to Gilneas. Judiel's wish was granted however, and she flew on a giant...bat.

Judiel had heard of Aorune's troubles with Fenris, and saw the Keep shattered and occupied by her 'people' as she flew. Judiel knew that her brother was somewhere in Gilneas, in Lordneas Keep. She liked the name. The bat wouldn't go any further than Keel Harbor, spotting a Worgen patrol ahead. Judiel ran behind a quaint little cottage, recognizing Luptia and some Gnomish ally.

Luptia sniffed the air and turned. "Show yourself," she commanded. Judiel did as commanded. "Judiel? Rune's sister?" Lup asked, less aggressive than before.

"Y-yes, Alpha Luptia. I h-heard about what happened in Fenris, and I wanted to see how you were doing," Judiel explained. The Gnome whispered something into Luptia's pointed ear. "I-is Aorune around?"

Luptia shruged. "He's most likely back in Lordneas, over there," she said, pointing over yonder to a keep and tower partly hidden by a jagged mountain."

Judiel nodded. "I hope I'm not intruding?" she asked, looking at the Gnome.

"This isn't claimed by anyone, so you cannot intrude on this village," Ettinjandy stated.

Judiel turned her attention to the cottage after a brief conversation with Luptia and her friend. Walking into it, she smiled. "I do like this house," she stated, lighting the fireplace.

Luptia nodded. "This town used to be my home, but you can have this cottage I suppose. It seems furnished, and an enemy of Sylvannas is a friend of mine," she said, walking in.

Judiel conversed with her brother's lover and the little pink-haired woman until she asked for time alone in her house. She munched on an apple in front of the fire, enjoying the normalness of it all in an Azeroth that didn't seem normal anymore. She greeted Aorune when he arrived, but to Judiel's sadness, he had work to attend to. Understandable, but disheartening.

((I am not suspicious!!! Good Read so far though! :P))

Much transpired after Judiel settled into Keel Harbor. The Modasi launched the plague. Homeland aquired a new tavern in Ratchet. And then the merry band of Homelanders took over a ship.

As Keedriel and Drakehide conversed over a topic she knew little about, Judiel set out to explore the city, finding a narrow and shaded path outside. While walking through it, Judiel was caught off-guard by more than one Theramore shouting babble about Northwatch, swords swinging at the frail Forsaken figure who was Lightblade. With a faithful yet painful call for aid from the Light, the two fell in a burst of a shining orb. Judiel staggered back into Ratchet, shivering, as the Homelanders searched for Judiel, who had yelled in surprise.

When found, Judiel showed them the path, and three more Theramorians were found and dispatched. When the group reached the end of their path, they were shocked. Theramore had landed for invasion, ammasing a great force. Meanwhile, an alarm sounded back at the city, so Judiel and Kagran ran back in response while the Sindorei of the band stayed behind to scout.

Upon entering the city, Kagran lifted his brow. "All seems calm here. I wonder why the alarms sounded?"

Judiel shrugged, stating, "Perhaps they have discovered what we have." She turned around, only to find a Theramorian commando jumping toward her, sword aimed at her thin neck. Kagran skillfully shot the ambusher in the face, saving Lightblade's unlife.

"As I was saying!" Kagran joked, quoting a statement from not too earlier.

The pair ran back to find the others gone. After a quick skirmish, they found Drakehide as he ran off the boat. "Come on, there isn't much time!" he shouted.

On deck was Akira, but Keedirel was strangely absent. The others joked about it, yet Judiel was nervous all the same untill she spotted him watching at a nearby cliff. A descision was made not only to turn the ship against the Theramorians, but to also dock it in Ratchet and benefit from the ship's store of drink.

"Avast me hearties!" Judiel exclaimed after claiming to be the /supervisor/ of the operation, sparking a chuckle from Akira. "Ah, the nostaliga of this all," he stated. Kagran made sure the sails were up while Drakehide hoisted the anchor.

"Theramore soldiers, and one of Jaina's officers!" Judiel exclaimed, seeing a small squad run to the ship. However, the Homelanders quickly dispatched the would-be Alliance heroes.

As a merry band of adventurers, they sailed to Ratchet, and had a wonderous and eventful night. And /somehwat/ more pay.

((...Until they got drive-by-gas-bombed by Eldantios. xD Awesome writeup, Judiel! The RP yesterday was GLOOOOORIOUSLY fun.))

((Agreed, agreed, *whacks everyone per habit* Awesome writeup, JudeAo!))

((Thanks for the positive feedback! And JudeAo? That actually could work!))