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"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

(Double Post)

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Rae'liel - The Honored Guest

As the Captain drew nearer to the Sin'Dorei in all her bristling rage, Rae could not help but the slightest smirk in response as the unbearably tense moment seemed to cling desperately onto the air. The moment she shifted however, was when the Paladin reacted in kind. In a deft click of metal, her shield came to bear just in time for the foot to come upward in a brutally rash surprise attack. Unable to brace herself properly in time, the light-touched warrior was flung and across the table, landing hard against the chair before collapsing to the ground.

Uninjured thanks to both her armor and agility alike, she quickly stood just as the towering Night Elf bellowed yet another barbaric insult even in spite of her dishonorable surprise attack. Scowling only subtly, Rae still kept her shield in her grasp as the door shut with a thunderous rattle.

"I'm fine, Sharon. You know all to well that I've been dealt worse." She responded sharply to the first question to her condition. As Frederick came into the room in a clout of worry, she watched silently as he slumped in relief to see that the gathered and weathered party was in healthy condition. At the mention of ice however, the Paladin simply held her hand up in protest.

"I shan't need it, thank you though. Yet it will be wise to still retrieve some. The captain, Serphia, was it? She will need it direly so soon." Marching across the room and brushing past a newly panicked Butler and a likely dumbfounded Sharon and Line a as the sliding of steel could be heard as her sword was drawn from her scabbard. "Fret not, I will only repay what has been dealt to me. It is only fair in law, no? The did shoot first on both occasions for little reason other than poor judgement."

Then disappearing from the doorway as her fingertips brushed past the oaken lined doorway, she headed off in the direction where the Huntresses had gone with only one objective on her mind: Retribution.

Catching up to the group was an easy enough task, as was garnering their attention. "Oh captain! My captain!" The Sin'Dorei called out in a mocking tone, bringing the gaze of the entire troupe to focus upon her in the hallway. "Silvermoon fell to the Lich King, surely it did. That does not mean, however, that we are weak. The blood of family still stains the Dread Scar. So, speaking ill of their sacrifice tends to....bother me a little I suppose."

Her voice was chipper, almost too chipper as she was continued to be glared at in an odd mix of confusion and poorly suited anger. Digging her plated toes into the ground as her sword was held at her side, her whimsical expression turned to one that was far more grave than before; as if she carried a burden of her own. This time as she spoke, her voice was deadly quiet, yet her tone carried so well across the distance.

"I would remind you of something."

Upon the final syllable, the Paladin launched herself towards the Troupe, of which naturally reacted with the draw of their own weapons. As she drew closer, light blessed her with speed never seen before as she left a streak of dazzling Holy Magic through the air as she sprinted forward with blinding procession. The majority of the other Night Elves quickly brought their weapons to bear and the second her heel impacted the ground, a consecration of white holy fire spread across the ground to force their retreat.

Brilliant golden magic then coursed through her shield as she took another step in these split second moments, and she launched the shield forward directly at Sherpia and forcing the remaining Night Elves to duck and move quickly to the side to avoid it. More importantly, this created a gap for her to punch through directly at the Captain, even as the skilled massive night else deflected the Shield directly back towards her. Guided by the magic she controlled, the Sin'Dorei felt the Shield click into place and in less than a handful of chaotic seconds, she was now just a few feet away from the Captain; now she was in melee range; the place where a dance like hers was at it's best.

With hasty procession, and Sherpia's weapon came screwing for her blood, but this time, when the Blood Elf could see the attack coming, she was ready. Twisting her own sword about, Rae created a transfer motion as she parried the sword from an outside angle. Simultaneously she stepped in perpendicular with the strike, moving swiftly to the Captain's newly formed blind on the outside and to her flank. The initial parry had set new things in motion as the momentum brought about Rae in a pirouette, bringing the wall of her shield to strike with remarkable force that was unbelievable for her size.

CLANG!!!

This time, the Captain was given a flight of her own with a remarkble feat of incredible and unexpected strength from the Sin'Dorei. Enough to send her crashing into the wall she was shield slammed towards, if not through it entirely. The damage itself would only be minor to her, but more than enough to prove a point as the dust sprung into the air, leaving the newly intimidating figure of glistening plate armor standing with her Shield still facing the direction the Captain had been flung.

"I would remind you of this, Captain. We Blood Knights function on one key rule." She spoke as the main troupe of Night Elves stood in complete shock. "Eye for an eye. Your dishonored surprise assault for the one that you could clearly see coming. Do not underestimate my people and our strife. Ever. Again."

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

I think so! You'd have to wait for Sin to give the green light though. ^_^

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Rae'liel - The Honored Guest

The atmosphere in Sharon's study certainly bore a heavy weight, as if a grave burden had thrust upon his shoulders for him to bear. This impression still lingered on her mind as the Sin'Dorei met the Quel'Dorei eye to eye and his mood seemed to lighten. Perhaps the situation was more dire than she thought, and lives had already been taken or lost. Silently nodding with her perception of the current status of his well being at a passive darkened state noted, she quietly listened as introductions began, only to be interrupted before she could get a word in edgewise.

"There she is, mistress! That's the featherless Harpy I spoke of!"

Turning her head to look back past her shoulder, Rae'liel's expression sharply grew into a scowl on two parts. First, just who was she calling a Harpy; and second, did she just abandon her post to enlighten the Warband's leader of her offended and trivial nature? Sharply turning with a disgusted expression already crossing her features as twelve more Night Elves poured into the room, surrounding the three in a crescent's shape with their fangs bared accordingly.

Just as savage as always....they're not as far removed from the trolls as they would lead others to believe..

In a flare of dramatic theatrics, their towering leader stepped forward through the heavily armed masses and stared at the two Highborne for a long moment of silence before relinquishing her weapons from their sheaths and brought one blade to within millimeters from Rae and Sharon's pupils. Yet even with this action, the Paladin did not flinch, she did not move, other than returning the scathing glare to each pair of Night Elven eyes that glowered so furiously at her.

Sharon then awkwardly introduced the woman whose fang was so dangerously close to the Paladin, and without the least sign of fear or worry, she returned the ferocious glare of the Captain with a tenaciously righteous one of her own.

"Is this a joke? I'm not sure, but the discipline of your sisters most certainly is." Rae retorted sharply to Sherpa's scathing comment. "First, your front door guards possess the mantra of shoot first, ask later, even when there is a clear path of logic to follow. Second. That very same guard abandons her post to warn you of me, a person who is your ally in this moment, to which you set forth the drums of War against someone who isn't even affiliated with the Horde you so despise!" A judgemental glare met Falaani at that moment as Rae'liel finished her point. "Any Scryer who would do the same would have been dealt fifty lashes or death."

Quickly, her tone turned even to a mocking state as her arrogance further found words. "No wonder the Orcs, in all their stupidity and blood lusting savagery have been so successful in the deforestation of Ashenvale; they've been fighting another race that is just as equally idiotic and uncivilized. Green or violet skinned, it matters not; both are equally foolish." Shaking her head with another roll of her eyes, she took the thought of something far more grave.

"Did you ever think at all in all your zealotry against someone who is not even your enemy, Captain? With all of your huntresses here, just who is guarding the home of the Quel'Dorei you've been assigned to keep safe? I'm surprised that the house hasn't already been infiltrated and begun to burn."

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How about a flying shield enhanced by holy magic?

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

They'll change their minds soon enough! Just because she is a Sin'Dorei, doesn't mean she fights for them!!

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I tend to be relatively quick. ^_^;

Next time I'll state that I'm working on a post in OOC to prevent that, sorry again! >.<

My my though, they do not like Rae, do they?

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OMG I AM SO SORRY RITHY! D:

If I had known you were posting, I wouldn't have done anything. I AM SO SORRY. :(

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Rae'liel - The Honored Guest

"Only one?"

Almost sorrowfully, the Elven woman glanced upward to the human as he professed his lament when it came to the profession of his only grandson. Gently patting his shoulder reassuringly with the heavy weight of her armored hand, she would shake her head slowly.

"Fret not upon your Grandson's profession, dear Frederick." She spoke quietly as they stepped over the unconscious and obviously drunken Night Elves that lay sprawled haphazardly across the floor. "I'm sure in due time he will make you proud. After all, not every child follows in the footsteps of their parents! My mother was a Priest, and my father a Warrior. As you can see, I followed neither."

Pausing at the threshold that lead to Sharon and his apparently new loved one, Rae simply lofted herself to the tip of her toes and gently kissed the elderly man's cheek in gratitude. "Thank you for your hospitality, Frederick; but I'm afraid the inquiries I have remaining are for Sharon." Nodding with a flushed face from the thankfulness she displayed, the Butler then hurried away to the sound of shattering glass and cackling laughter from below; no doubt the workings of the troublesome guards that were on the lower floors.

Sighing at the very thought of having to work with these foolishly acting Elves, the Sin'Dorei inhaled a slow breadth deeply and regained her usual hardened composure as she slipped the goggles off her eyes. Glaring at them in disgust over the fact that she had to hide her appearance in the face of others even in spite of her neutrality, she simply left them hanging in her grasp with one hand before placing the heavy shield she bore to where it belonged on her back.

Then pressing her palms against the solid wooden doors, the first thing the high elf and his lover would see was an armored form with ominously luminous eyes of green. With the creak of the doors ceasing at long last, the heavy footfalls of her plated boots marked the cadence of her inexorable footsteps as she stepped forward into the dim flickering light. First, her eyes in all their high borne pride found Liaena with a judgemental loft of one brow higher than the other, and with it a long silence followed her obvious interruption.

"Long time no see, Sharon." The Sin'Dorei simply stated concisely to the Quel'Dorei without a hint of emotion. "The last I remember of you was the evacuation of the northern human settlements, though I understand you have a tendency to keep in trouble; judging by your letter anyway." The apathetic stare soon softened however, as she continued to speak. "And you found yourself love and....well....peculiar company. Even the Darkspear have more discipline than the harlots you keep in your basement. If they're your guards, I'm surprised that you haven't been killed already, are you certain you don't wish for me to call for some Blood Knights? They would teach your inebriated foolish company the meaning of duty and discipline."

Was she a bit too critical? Perhaps, but getting attacked for no reason tends to further stain an already venomous tongue.

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Green eyed midget. :(

XD

Lovely posts all around.