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Æthelgyth was in pain. The message that she and Vectus were to send had ended badly, the slave they brought with them almost got her killed. She was angry at the weakness that she had shown, she had fled the battle, and she felt her honor was diminished. The battle was in favor of the alliance, and she had faltered, she had hidden in a basement and ran, like a beaten worg, and so she was beaten in spirit.

Her mind wanders, the strength they had in the first war, had regained in the third war. Grom's great betrayal. The demons blood, she loved the power it bestowed, she loved the rage that it enticed, and more.. she wanted it once more. Her thoughts once more return to Mannoroth, her savior, the source of her old power. And she craved it once more, and so it was settled.. She would return to the ruins of Draenor, she would scour the Citadel, and hopefully she could find more Demons blood...

She had riden far, her worg was tiring, as she reaches the gates of the Dark portal. "It has been long since I have been back here... The situations vastly different, and the worlds in chaos once more.." She rides through the portal, coming back to the chaotic Outlands. Her mind reels at the changes since she had last been here, the demons were sparce, and the Citadel quiet in the distance. Calling her drake, she rides towards the Citadel, Maybe some of the blood was left over from long ago, though she doubted it, her hopes would have to go towards stumbling upon another pit lord, as the 2 she knew of were dead.

Mannoroth's blood had been pumped from his body by the fel orcs for years, creating hundreds, if not thousands of the abominations. She growled at the memory of the Fel orcs, they were weak. The Chaos orcs of the Warsong Clan were powerful! And she craved that power once more...

(( Loved those chaos orc levels in warcraft 3! ))

((A really interesting development, doubly so after the story Aethel told at the tavern last night. ^^ Looking forward to seeing what happens next!))

((*runs through thread with nothing save a banana hammock, turns at end, dances*))

(( Really interested to see how this turns out. I get the feeling we might have unintentionaly nudged her a bit off that path last night though. :P ))

((Also, I am so dusting off my copy of WC3 tonight.))

Æthelgyth marches into the Modas Sanctum, looking around quickly, then walking up to Thelinna. "Claviger, Are you busy? I need to speak with you." The Blood Elf looks to Æthelgyth, "Only if its quick."

Æthelgyth explains her situation, and her need for power.. for the Demons blood. And Thelinna shakes her head, proclaiming no.

The orcess storms from the Modas Sanctum, hitting the wall on the way out, ignoring the others calling behind her.

She had returned to the sanctum, in a foul mood, she was looking for the troll slave to beat, to torture, something to let her anger out on. However, instead she found Akuzul, the troll death knight, and she winced, yet the troll calls to her. "We be hearin you be needin da demons blood. We goin now to da demon. Ja in?" Æthelgyth's attention is taken quickly. "Yes! I am on my way!" she proclaims as she runs from the Sanctum, and flys to the dark portal, all her attention on the task at hand.

She reaches the portal, enters it, and meets with Malthaes and Akuzul, before charging into the beasts home. Quickly they dispatch of the front guards, and Æthel runs to the edge,

"So close! I can almost taste it!!" She grins as she charges down the slope, slaughtering the remaining guards. She snarls as she charges the Pit lord, the Death knight and Warlock behind her...

((huzzah:D))

She hits the pit lord, cleaving wildly with her swords, Ak close behouzul and Malthaes close behind her. The battle is short, but tiring, Aethelgyth grins widely at the pit lord fallen at their feet, the blood was in her grasp! She had waited for this moment for far too long, she quickly drops to the ground, and pulls several flasks from her bag. All of her alcohol, she carried a lot, and then she unstoppered them and poured them out on the ground, refilling them with the demons blood. After putting a stopper in the last flask, she looks up, watching Akuzul drag the pit lord through a portal, shrugging she follows Malthaes out of the cavern, her goal accomplished, the blood safely in her bag...

Ratchet, the tavern there was owned by people she knew. The Homelanders, and she would make it her new tavern of choice, choosing a table she sits, far from the entrance, but facing it. She grins as Kagran and Drakehide sit at the table as well, they order up some drinks, and sit around.

"AEthel, its your turn to tell a story" Kagran grins,
she sits there, thinking for a moment, only one story came to mind. Ashenvale.

She recants the story, the betrayal of Grom, the murder of Cenarius, the battle of Ashenvale. She pauses often, thinking of the darker side of the demons blood. Her initial excitement of the blood giving way to the memory of the horrors past. She sighs as she finishes the story.

"You must be a truly powerful warrior" Drakehide replies, lacking entirely of the word Glorious.

"Luck, I was lucky."

((Still very much looking forwrd to seeing what happens next. ^^ Drake, ICly, will be kind of out of commission for the next few days, but I'll very much be watching this thread!))

Aethelgyth, was she a hero of the Warsong tribe, a great warrior of times gone past, friend to the Homeland, and now co-owner of a brewery?

Or was she the cruel, twisted orcess that beat and tortured slaves, took slaves from their homes, and cut down any who would stand in her way?

She gazed into two glasses, sitting side by side, one of frog venom brew, the other of a felled pit lords blood. Her life was quickly turning chaotic, as the lives collided and were brought to light. She did not wish for Kagran, Drakehide, or any of the Homelanders to know her atrocities, she did not wish their judging eyes upon her. This council Judiel had invited her to... it would be a combination of both her lives. They would see her atrocities. They would fear her...

Aethelgyth grabs the glass of frog venom brew, raises it, then pours it into the demons blood. She grabs the remaining glass and takes it back, quickly. Her lives were one. She was everything they all saw of her. And more.

Pain! It welled up inside her chest, and burst from her flesh, she was aflame, the fires of rage consuming her, the pain and frustrations burning away to anger and... power.

The pain subsided, and she realized she was on the floor, the chair knocked aside. She growls something, before raising an arm to lift herself up. It was red, her skin was red once more, muscled bulging from her figure, she grins inwardly as she raises herself to her feet.

The power! And yet there was nothing in her mind this time to control her. Except rage.

((Uh oh. There goes the neighbourhood! In all seriousness, though, I am WAY enjoying this plot arc.))

((All of my posts, the story has been reposted on the Modas forums))

((Blast, I thought I replied to this. Really good stuff here. I hope you continue it.))

((I would like to thank everyone and their support by the way! I was going to quit after the first couple posts when I didnt see any, but you guys made this happen!))

(( Really enjoying these posts so far! I should be back on tomorrow. Had company drop by. :( ))