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A lot has happened over the years he had lived amongst the alliance and amongst people he cared for and also dealt with the hatred of his own people. People he once considered family how times changed since then he stood there silently upon his room in his home in Darnassius over looking the sun setting out in the horizon his long white hair flowing down over his slender shoulders. letting out a long sigh he gazed upon his own hands and over looked where the guards stood by his entrance stationary as always as if keeping him safe; but in reality they were weary of him and keeping an eye on him this much he knew they said very little to him always casting sideways glances at one another. Did they think I was not oblivious?

He wondered with a chuckle to himself as he moved over and grabbed a dark leather book with some arcane symbols upon it. He’d begin to flip through the pages of the book he had gathered that a Priestess of Elune has stolen from him recently and that he has snuck into her house to retrieve it while she was away doing whatever it was they did. He glanced down upon his book and then turned to the soldiers who seem to not pay attention convenient he thought to himself, as he flipped through his pages slowly trying not to bother them with what he was doing He heard of the attacks placed upon Modas and the plaque, also knew that the others would be to busy to care and using the simple distraction his plans will finally take place something he’s been planning for years he scanned the spell as he recited what was on it and he turned to face the soldiers before him and as if something unexpected happen one off the soldiers grasped hold of her heart and soon dropped dead, the other one standing by his side looked nervous as she glanced around and as she soon turned around and she too felt a burning sensation upon his heart as he toppled over and fell quite dead

He paused at the effect his book has caused after reading it a grin spreads across his face as he over looked the bodies and he knew he’d have to bury them somewhere. As he moved over to grab them and then a sudden idea came upon him. He moved and grabbed the soldiers feet dragging them carelessly into his house and went for another laying them side by side, he turns around grabs the book as he walks out a simple spell was cast as he waves his wand in a circular motion and sends a ball of fire into his home allowing the fire to consume everything in there he soon turned and walked away as he made his way towards the exit.

Smoke, a strange scent to reach the nose so early, and in such abundance. A whiff of the air was all it took; the truth floated through it surely enough. It, her beloved bastion of comfort, was burning. Kixek, setting her book aside, rushed up her staircase to inspect the damage.

It was at this moment she learned she was incorrect: the cake wasn't burning at all, in fact, it smelled great. The sight of the baking dessert looked just as great, too. What, then, could she be smelling that did roast?

Shouts were heard outside the house; words in Darnassian she'd not yet learned. One strange smell as out of place as it was, yet, paired with the sounds of alarmed shouts, was a mystery. What, though, could be wrong?

It took not more than a glance out of her home in Darnassus to see the black smoke rising, and hear, finally in common, the shout of "Fire!" from down the path. The alarm in her mind instant, she stood frozen, unsure of what to do.

"Light preserve..." She whispered to herself, taking in her arms the pail of drinking water stationed among the rest of the kitchen area.

Pail in arms, Kixek Oddlight worked her way down her staircase as cautiously as she could manage in this hurry, her small cat following loyally. Together, they stepped onto the cobblestone path of the city, hardly pacing themselves as they raced toward the fire, intent on lending what aid was possible.