((Seeing as how the monk reroll messed up the nameplates on the last post (thanks for pointing that out, Alelybear!) here's a newer, shinier version.))
Lahkin was still sleeping in the chair in the Infirmary when a rough hand on his shoulder grabbed him and shook.
His seized the offending fingers in an instant, twisting them as training and reflex dictated. There was a cry of surprise and pain and the hand disappeared. Lahkin jumped to his feet, swung around, and almost scared the beejeezus out of the courier boy now backing up swiftly towards the door.
Lahkin let out his tenseness in one big whoosh of breath. He ignored the courier for a few minutes as he tried to regain his bearings. There was the usual bustle of healers and attendants in the Aerie Peak Infirmary, and Lahkin bit his lip to see Kordrion still draped across his pillow as if lifeless. Little had changed.
Why the feeling of tightness inside me? Lahkin asked himself as the courier continued to stammer and apologize and edge towards escape. What has gone wrong?
He remembered a bad dream. An explosion, leaving ruins across a city, reminiscent of the Theramore attack, but the taste had been of darkness rather than mana. The architecture too, was nothing like he had ever seen in his short time in this timeline.
Jade, serpentine dragons, black and white faces of bear-like creatures.
The Darkness. Twisting, feeding on emotions.
Sha.
He looked back the courier, who now had his hand on the doorknob and was trying to open it with shaking fingers. Lahkin eyed his hand, saw nothing amiss there, and then looked the boy in the eye.
"What is it?"
"M-m-m-"
"Message, right. Yes. Of what?"
The courier tossed a scroll at him. As Lahkin stooped to pick it up, the boy took the opportunity Lahkin's distraction presented and bolted out the door.
Lahkin ignored him, chewing on his lip as he broke the seal of Stormwind and unrolled the letter.
The letter went on in the overly pompous tone for several more paragraphs, but Lahkin had already read as much as he needed to. He set the half-open scroll on Kordrion's nightstand, staring sightlessly past his bedposts.
So it began...
Lahkin was still sleeping in the chair in the Infirmary when a rough hand on his shoulder grabbed him and shook.
His seized the offending fingers in an instant, twisting them as training and reflex dictated. There was a cry of surprise and pain and the hand disappeared. Lahkin jumped to his feet, swung around, and almost scared the beejeezus out of the courier boy now backing up swiftly towards the door.
Lahkin let out his tenseness in one big whoosh of breath. He ignored the courier for a few minutes as he tried to regain his bearings. There was the usual bustle of healers and attendants in the Aerie Peak Infirmary, and Lahkin bit his lip to see Kordrion still draped across his pillow as if lifeless. Little had changed.
Why the feeling of tightness inside me? Lahkin asked himself as the courier continued to stammer and apologize and edge towards escape. What has gone wrong?
He remembered a bad dream. An explosion, leaving ruins across a city, reminiscent of the Theramore attack, but the taste had been of darkness rather than mana. The architecture too, was nothing like he had ever seen in his short time in this timeline.
Jade, serpentine dragons, black and white faces of bear-like creatures.
The Darkness. Twisting, feeding on emotions.
Sha.
He looked back the courier, who now had his hand on the doorknob and was trying to open it with shaking fingers. Lahkin eyed his hand, saw nothing amiss there, and then looked the boy in the eye.
"What is it?"
"M-m-m-"
"Message, right. Yes. Of what?"
The courier tossed a scroll at him. As Lahkin stooped to pick it up, the boy took the opportunity Lahkin's distraction presented and bolted out the door.
Lahkin ignored him, chewing on his lip as he broke the seal of Stormwind and unrolled the letter.
Commander Stoneheardt,
Under the lawful and most righteous authority of the King, we are hereby reassigning your order, as part of the standing militia of the Church and thus under the lawful authority of the city of Stormwind and His Majesty King Wrynn, to duty in the newly discovered and highly dangerous continent of Pandaria--
The letter went on in the overly pompous tone for several more paragraphs, but Lahkin had already read as much as he needed to. He set the half-open scroll on Kordrion's nightstand, staring sightlessly past his bedposts.
So it began...
Edited by Lahkin on 10/1/2012 9:03 PM PDT