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Making sure that Jhulina is unconscious, she glares at the Fel Guard. Grinning wickedly she raises her swords, dropping them down into the demons chest, watching it dissipate before her eyes. Walking over to Bralox, she cuts the whip, freeing Bralox. "Bralox. Been trying to find you, seems that I was right on time."

As Aethel dealt with the demon minions, Bralox did something a rogue had showed him once. He sucked in his gut, and held his breath, rendering the chains loose.

Wigglewigglewigglewigglewiggle. Ah.The chains were off, a pile on the floor. Bralox stepped forward, going over to Jhulina. "She's mine." He growled out. "I intend to make this as painful as possible for her." With a smile, Bralox withdrew a few shamansitic herbs, a quick brew concoction rendering Jhulina in a heavy sleep state for several hours, or until a counter herb was spent.

"You claimed to be searching for me?" He asked her, as he began to settle Jhulina into a makeshift animal couriering case. "What did you have me do?"

She nods. "I need you to speak with the ancestors for me... I need to know my path.." She sighs. "I need to know if I'm doing on the right path...

The orc regarded her quizzically. "For such, we must travel to Nagrand." He mused, "But I have prior buisness first." He glanced at the sky, squinting as he settled the drugged elf in a box onto his back. "Bring yourself to Garadar in a time six days hence. Wear not the garb of a warrior, but that of a shaman initiate. I shall meet you there to guide you." He nodded, saluting, and trudged off, bound for Ratchet and the Barrens.

She nods at Bralox. "I will be there. Thank you Bralox..."

Having reached the more or less safety of the Homeland tavern in Ratchet, Bralox found it to be deserted. Good for his purposes, he set his cargo down, penning out three letters, one of them merely a copy of another.

The first, addressed to homeland, was left on the bar. It read as follows.

To the Family of Homeland.

It is my unfortunate duty to inform you, that one Jhulina (Last name unknown) Was found dead today by the AAMS couriers, slain by her own Demon in the region of Ashenvale. THe demon was executed and banished as it was descovered. No body was recoverable. The spirit was granted passage into the afterworld, according to Orcish customs.

Sincerly,

Bralox, Senior Shaman of the Redwalker clan (Des.)
Senior Courier of the AAMS.

The second letter, penned twice, was forwarded one copy Each to Gentyle and Nymara. It simply read.

You shall have a package arriving for you at noon today, outside the walls behind the Mage district. It is being brought by an Orc Courier.

Signed, AAMS.

The first of the letters was left on the empty bar, the orc slipping out with his cargo, bound for Booty bay.

The later two letters were sent onward by Air Elemental, intended to reach the targets before the courier did.

((Power keeps blinking on and off. might miss the package, unfortunately.))

Quietly, she waited near the edge of the wall, observing the back of the mage district before moving over. The letter had been quickly penned and sent, and read only as sent by the AAMS. She could trust it, then. She only wondered, what was the package?

She eyed the rising sun in the sky, pondering.

Almost Noon...

When Jhulina awoke, she had a raging headache. She was laying on her back, looking up at a bright blue sky. The trees around her swayed with the wind, their leaves rustling. She tried to sit up, but someone was holding her down.

"Let me go! I have done nothing!" she cried, struggling against her captor.

She felt odd for a moment. Neeltom. They....destroyed you. She could no longer feel the demon's presence in her mind. Suddenly, she could hear voices. She cleared her mind and tried to listen to what they had to say.

She looked over the elven woman, raising a brow under her hood.

"T-This... was not h-how I expected us t-to first meet..."

She sighs and bows softly to the woman, releasing her bindings. Her dim yellow gaze eyes the woman curiously.

"I-I am Nynra Lirann L-Lightheart. I had heard y-you required aid i-in fleeing from the Horde. I-If you will give me a-a chance to do so, I-I would be honored to help you. Y-You will simply need to trust m-me."

She eyed the woman again, realizing that, of course, she doesn't speak common. She reiteriated in orcish, still remembering the tongue from her days in Homeland. She hoped that the woman would at least listen to her offer.

Sir Taelanas Forgewight looked up as a rather dead dwarf bustled into an interview to demand the Sepha's attention. It seemed that the Sepha had a package to be delivered, but was occupied interviewing a lively paladin who's name was only slightly less ridiculous than his antics.

He was soon dispatched to see to the delivery, and upon reaching the delivery sight, he was soon treated to the sight of an elf's head sticking out of a box.

After some back and forth about this elf, who's name proved to be Jhulina, he learned she was an attempted spy who was found out and since shipped to his Sepha, and thusly himself. After some inner debate he asked the kindly dwarf courier to send the elf on to Hearthglen to await himself and the Sepha.

Taelanas had a raging headache. She suspected he hadn't drunk enough water earlier while he was training, trying to get back in shape after the run in with Aziel. When Khrogim arrived and insisted the delivery was for her alone, Taelanas was rubbing his temples. Her Justiciar flinched when Dunkin yelled "Charge!" and dashed up the stairs to kill a rat.

The new recruit was enthusiastic...to say the least.

"Sir Taelanas, would you mind accepting the delivery while I finish the interview with Mr. Dunkin?"

He nodded gratefully.

While Dunkin was a bit odd, she sometimes thought that was normal for Pia, he was energetic and very eager to do the right thing. He had a great desire to join the Holy Guards after watching them for a while and she thought he would be a perfect fit.

She finished the interview and invited the paladin to the order. Taelanas contacted her later. The delivery was the woman who had offered to spy for them. They would, of course, give her sanctuary. Even though Gentyl had declined her offer, she felt partially responsible for the woman's predicament. Apparently someone had found out about it.

Or maybe the woman had just shipped herself to them. Light, who knew what was going on?

The package had indeed returned to the orc, a few quickly exchanged words to explain the nature of the new transportation requirements. Bralox nodded, slinging the snoozing elf over the back of his Devilsaur, he hightailed it for Grom'gol and the closest access he had to the Plaguelands.After dealing with the goblin flight attendants and slipping through the Bulward, Bralox found a cave where he could unpack the elf, laying her on the bedroll, ready to wake.

This time, he had taken precautions, magical bindings on her wrist to prevent casting, yet not impede her freedom of movement.

At least not more than a little.

With that, he muttered the counter spell, allowing the elf to drift into wakefulness once more.

((*prods thread with spatula*)

Jhulina awoke with a start. Through her hood, she could only see a faint light. She tried to push herself to a sitting position, but found her hands bound. She realized with slight panic that she could no longer feel any of her demons' presences in her mind. She looked around, and found a familiar orc.

"Gods. You again." She said. She noticed that the male paladin was no where near. "Where am I?"

Jhulina looked around. The orc had brought her to a cave. She looked up at him with disdain.

"Wasn't I supposed to be delivered to Hearthglen, orc?"

((I SOWRY!! I've been super-leveling an alt!! *resurrects thread*))

The orc nodded, before grunting. "and with how many people are around Hearthglen that would gladly try and turn you in.. perhaps going inside as a wanted criminal isn't the best idea?" He snorted, before reaching into a bag. Slowly, he withdrew a rather rare artifact. An orb of Deception. "Here." He grunted, shoving it towards her. "This should help immensely."

Jhulina tried to hold her tongue as she took the orb from the orc's hand.

"This won't make me look like you, right?" She asked him.

he shook his head. "No, if I'm correct, it should give you the appearance of a human woman." He scratched his head. "It does seem fond of turning me into a Draenei." He mused, turning his back and withdrawing clothing that would look suitably more alliance like, he tossed them at her. "I'll wait outside."

With such, he withdrew to the outside of the cave.

(( Ooohhh just popping in to say oooooo and ask that you might let me know if I can toss Dolingen in here at any point that actually works. *wanders off to fight with Blizz laggro*))

Jhulina watched the orc depart. She looked down at the robes he had thrown at her feet. Red, orange and silver: colors of a Fire mage. A disguise, more or less. Not caring whether he saw or not, she pulled the corruptor hood off of her head and placed it gently on the ground. She shed her bloodstained raiment and hurriedly put on the borrowed robes. As she looked back at the ground, she found a set of three red, glowing beads that seemed to vibrate of their own accord. Jhulina scooped them all up in one hand and tried to study them, but the closer they got to her face, the more they vibrated. At eye level, the beads suddenly zoomed to the top of her head, where they began to spin in a circular pattern around her head. A nice touch. She thought. Cinching the belt around her waist, she picked up the orb of deception again. Remembering the orc's comment of turning into a Draenei, she wondered what appearance she would gain. Her glowing green eyes focused on the orb and she began to feel a magic wash over her.

She watched as her long, graceful fingers grew into shorter, stub-like digits. The cave walls looked as though they were melting, when in fact, she was merely shrinking to a more human-like size. She felt for her ears, but only found small round things on either side of her head. And as she moved her hand in front of her face, there was no more green glow coming from her eyes. Jhulina was a blood elf no longer.

Feeling a sudden fear and a lack of confidence, Jhulina walked out of the cave, hearing the beads whirling around her head.

((Izby!! You are more than welcome to post something :D I'm going to try to get to Hearthglen, then out of Hearthglen, then maybe Dol and Jhuli could meet :D))

The orc deadpanned as the elf woman came out "Scuse me Miss." He murmured, taking his hat off his head. "But ya wouldn't have happened to see a Blood elf in that cave, would you?" He winked, before heading into the cave himself. A fwooshing noise later, the clothes she had been wearing burned and buried. "We can get going now." He nodded to her.