“There’s the beast!” shouted some commoner, gaining the attention of Judiel Fireblade, who squinted her eyes at the man. She turned to Aorune, just-turned out of his bestial form. “Party’s over Rune, we have to go, now.”
Judiel watched as spellbreakers slowly walked towards Judiel and Aorune, the other Council members too immersed with the return of Captain Glorious to notice. The self-named Forsaken reject brought her hands to chest level, and with only a thought, created a ring of intense fire which she pulled her brother through, and then herself.
“Oh, Light. I screwed up, Aorune. Pretend not to be you and don’t kill anything,” Judiel said, gazing around the all-too familiar expanse of the Undercity. She wasn’t looking, but Aorune was surely gritting his teeth and wanting to wrap his hands around Jud’s neck. “Pretend to…be…a Sindorei Death Knight. You have three-fourths of it covered, just pretend to know stuff about Silvermoon .”
Aorune frowned and clenched his fist. “Whatever you did, can you not do that again?” he asked, grabbing for his runeblade.
“Put that weapon down! Oh, and no…I need reagents. All out. What? STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT. Its not like I should know how Blood Elves will react to a worgen in their midst. And mind you, should of transformed BEFORE going through Fehlira’s portal.”
Aorune closed his eyes and breathed a few breaths carefully and slowly. “How do we get out now? Someone will notice if we suddenly buy a flight to Gilneas, and…Wait, I realize something. I can just go to the Ebon Hold from here. Death Gate.”
Judiel frowned. “I was totally planning an adventure scenario in my head. But fine! Be like that! LEAVE ME HERE TO BE BORED!”
Aorune arced a brow before stepping through his made Death Gate to Archerus, leaving a rambling Judiel to herself. “Now I’m gonna be hunted in Silvermoon for harboring a worgen. Hah! And I thought that one time I likened the Envoy’s tabard to the Scourge was bad. …Note to self, don’t practice Fire Gate on Silvermoon.”
Judiel watched as spellbreakers slowly walked towards Judiel and Aorune, the other Council members too immersed with the return of Captain Glorious to notice. The self-named Forsaken reject brought her hands to chest level, and with only a thought, created a ring of intense fire which she pulled her brother through, and then herself.
“Oh, Light. I screwed up, Aorune. Pretend not to be you and don’t kill anything,” Judiel said, gazing around the all-too familiar expanse of the Undercity. She wasn’t looking, but Aorune was surely gritting his teeth and wanting to wrap his hands around Jud’s neck. “Pretend to…be…a Sindorei Death Knight. You have three-fourths of it covered, just pretend to know stuff about Silvermoon .”
Aorune frowned and clenched his fist. “Whatever you did, can you not do that again?” he asked, grabbing for his runeblade.
“Put that weapon down! Oh, and no…I need reagents. All out. What? STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT. Its not like I should know how Blood Elves will react to a worgen in their midst. And mind you, should of transformed BEFORE going through Fehlira’s portal.”
Aorune closed his eyes and breathed a few breaths carefully and slowly. “How do we get out now? Someone will notice if we suddenly buy a flight to Gilneas, and…Wait, I realize something. I can just go to the Ebon Hold from here. Death Gate.”
Judiel frowned. “I was totally planning an adventure scenario in my head. But fine! Be like that! LEAVE ME HERE TO BE BORED!”
Aorune arced a brow before stepping through his made Death Gate to Archerus, leaving a rambling Judiel to herself. “Now I’m gonna be hunted in Silvermoon for harboring a worgen. Hah! And I thought that one time I likened the Envoy’s tabard to the Scourge was bad. …Note to self, don’t practice Fire Gate on Silvermoon.”
