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"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Was away over the weekend again. Will try and post tomorrow.

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

“That should not have happened”

Was the overriding thought running through Liaena’s mind, consuming all others and momentarily stunning her into inaction as she stared after the departing Champion. The girl had seen enough broken bodies to know that when a breastplate was opened up like that, it tended to mean that the vulnerable flesh it protected underneath was severely damaged, in all likelihood beyond repair. Instead he was up, and walking like it was nothing - which she had also seen more than enough of in her life.

“…How many of them are there!? Ten? Twenty?”

Eyes running over the amount of silent White Hand members to try and quickly count them, Liaena shrunk even further into the shadow of the building – just in time to see her doppelganger run out of the building over to the men assisting Doin.

“No! What are you doing!? Get out of there!” Liaena hissed helplessly from her vantage point on the roof. Muzzle of the gun wavering between Severian and the Champion, she opted to train it on the latter as her finger tightened on the trigger, but still hesitating to pull.

“Please, let me help. I’ve been…trained for this” Kathlin assured the two Red Vanguard members hastily as they picked Doin off the snow between them, sounding as convincing as she felt at the dwarfs grievous injuries (i.e: not very). Bobbing along next to them, the girl gulped as she untied the wreckage of the dwarf’s shoulder plate with gentle fingers. Glancing over her shoulder to see what the white hand were doing, she froze briefly at what she saw.

Turning back quickly to face the other two Red Vanguard again, the girl leaned in towards the elder one to mutter quietly to him as she wrapped her cloak up into a sausage between her hands, using it as a pad to briefly staunch the elder dwarfs blood. “Their champion. Why isn’t he bleeding?”

Behind them the snow was grey and smashed from the turmoil of the fight, with splatters of blood littering the ground and a congealing pool where Doin had fallen. There was none however, in the departing tracks of the Champion, or on the man himself, save on his metal greaves, gauntlets and sword blade. “He should be bleeding”

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Hidden in the shadow of the chimney stack, Liaena peered down at the events unfolding below. Doin, while his voice could be clearly heard, was out of sight to her over the edge of the roof. The White Hands and their leader on the other hand, were clearly visible in the lamplit square as she studied them carefully.

“Do I know that guy?”

Eyeing Severian, something about him did seem familiar….although from where exactly, she found it impossible to place. This in and of itself, was hardly unexpected. Liaena had already done the rounds of pissing off virtually every large organisation in Stormwind, at some point or another. And her memory had been somewhat erratic as of late.

Drawing out her elephant rifle, a tap restored it to full size. Pulling a vial out of her bag, she screwed it into the muzzle carefully while balancing it on her knees, before turning to aim down into the yard where the White Hand were as she watched the proceedings carefully.

*

“I’m not worried”

Remaining where she was as the two dwarves legged it off down the stairs, Kathlin turned to plant her elbows in the frame of the broken window, after pushing away any errant shards of glass that might have remained after its recent assault-by-rock. “well, maybe a little bit”

“…This is a duel until yield, right?” the girl enquired as an afterthought to the empty corridor. Unsurprisingly enough, nobody answered her. “I assume that’s the….default, if nobody specifies it?”

“……”

Pulling a ‘yeesh’ expression, Kathlin shook her head as she also watched what was going on.

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Liaena’s head had also turned quickly towards the door when the volley of gunshots had echoed through the room. The stillness of the night made the silence afterwards stretch out even longer with no additional shots. “That’s either good…or really, really bad”

“….”

“Looks like we’re going to have to take a break, I’m afraid. You guys can have a chat, and actually agree on something first” Liaena informed the diminutive Astrid lightly. Swooping down, she picked up the small human to drop her back into the sock and into her satchel. “I’lll probably talk to your boyfriend next time, anyway. He seems more sensible”

“That came from the corridor…”

Turning her back on the door, Liaena looked up at the wreckage of the skylight before dragging over a chair and using it as a legup to get a foot on one of the broken beams. Hoisting herself up, she carefully avoided the broken glass as she crawled through the hole and onto the roof above. Accidentally bashing her elbow and knees on broken tiles as she clambered through the narrow gap, she grimaced as glass poked through her clothing. “Ugh. Being bigger is actually kind of annoying”

“….”

“I can’t believe I just thought that”

Much of the snow on the part of the roof she eventually pulled herself onto had already been shaken off by the activities of Night Elves earlier. Remaining crouched over and staying as close to the roof as she could, Liaena crept towards the side of the building that faced the main street, the area that distant shouting was now emanating from. Reaching the ridgeline in the roof, she huddled in the shadow of the building as she looked down at the drama that was developing down below.

*

“….That escalated quickly” Kathlin mumbled quietly as she looked down at the events taking place from their vantage point of the window. Glancing over at the two dwarves, they both appeared enraptured by what was going on down below. “Could I see that paper again?”

Upon receiving no response whatsoever, the girl reached over to carefully disentangle the paper from Doins clenched hands. Smoothing it out to read out, her brow creased as she scanned the lines rapidly. “It doesn’t say how he died. Why doesn’t it say how he died? Surely it’d be a giveaway as to who did it whether he was stabbed, or poisoned, or…”

Glancing up to catch Frarn looking her way, the girl gave a little embarrassed shrug. “…It’s kind of an important point to leave out. Ehm.”

Clearing her throat self-consciously, Kathlin glanced between Frarn and Doin quizzically. “So are either of you two going to be duelling?”

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Liaena studied the angry little Astrid, the girl wearing a clear I-am-not-impressed expression all over her face. “Oh, come on. We’re really going to do this again? I would have thought at least one of you would have some sense”

Looking down on the satchel on her lap, Liaena bounced it up and down gently on her knees, a move that would likely cause Donald trapped inside some considerable discomfort. “I already know you two mean something to each other. You want him back, he presumably wants you, I don’t want either of you or any more idiots trying to kill my boyfriend. So why can’t we come to some accord where we all get what we want? I can negotiate”

Gazing down at Astrid, Liaena’s tone took a noticeably colder edge. “…Or, you can just go and do what Esmeralda did, and piss me off further. You’ve done a decent job of it so far…but I really wouldn’t advise it”

*

“That’s okay” Kathlin said lightly as she edged cautiously down the corridor, keeping a sharp look out for any more flying rocks coming in from the windows. “So who are the White Hand?”

Reaching the rock, the girl crouched down to start carefully dislodging the newspaper that was crumpled around it, shaking away shards of glass as she did so. Smoothing out the page and beginning to read, Frarn ran up again with a wooden blunderbuss with a trumpet-shaped head to the barrel. Handing it to his father, Doin leaned out of the window to spray out a rapid volley of uneven pebbles and gravel on the figures down below.

BLAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM

“ARGH!”

“FUCK YOU, MAAAAAN!”

Withdrawing the blunderbuss from the window as running footsteps faded, Doin handed it back to Fran with a snort and a shake of his head. “yellow pisspot lilies”

“Excuse me, Mister…?”

Looking behind them, Kathlin stood there; wearing an apologetic look as she held the scrap of newspaper out to them. “I think I was pretending I knew your names and so I never got them. You might wanna see this”

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Hopefully.
(last night was not my fault, the site was down)

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Yes. That. I've been away over the weekend again... I had a job interview on Friday actually. I will do my best to post tomorrow (currently sitting on a train station bench in the south west)

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

I'm not sure how well maintaining a relationship with Sharon and Sherpa at the same time would work. You might have to keep them in two different orifices so they don't start to fight.

Also, you may have just driven Rithrynn into the arms of Sherpa, Sharon... :O

(Not that she needed much help)

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

“’If’, ‘If’. I didn’t know such highly trained professionals needed to make excuses” Liaena remarked mockingly at the satchel. Whether or not Astrid might have a point about the Night Elves consistently bailing her out of confrontations with the assassins, she conveniently chose to ignore. In her mind at least, she was victor over both.

Kathlin pulled a weak grimace at Doins words, before looking over at the other girl pointedly. “Yeah….you’d have to be really stupid to do something like that. Liaena.”

Distracted by her satchel, Liaena spared her a brief glance. “What? I do trust you”

“…Anyway. I guess I’m sticking around for a while too, if that’s okay with you guys” Kathlin mumbled after a pause. Looking over at Doin and Fran, she gave them a shrug and a faint smile. As always, it was drastically unlike any facial expression Liaena would pull. “At least ‘til I find out whether I’m on Stormwinds Most Wanted yet –“

“—Good idea. You should go and sort out our rooms. Go on, shoo” Liaena butted in loudly and cheerfully. Pushing Kathlin stubbornly towards the door, she steered the two dwarfs that way as well by virtue of positioning herself to slowly shift them back and plenty of smiles and good cheer. “Could you give me a few minutes? There’s something I need to sort out. I’ll come down and join you when I’m done, if that’s okay with you guys. Let me know if any more elves show up”

-SLAM-

With that, Kathlin found herself very succinctly on the opposite side of the heavy wooden door, along with a somewhat bemused Doin and Fran.

*

Inside the room, Liaena’s smile had melted away the moment she was left alone. Turning the table –dwarven height, so closer to a coffee table by any human standards – the right way, she pulled a chair up to it. Sitting down and placing her satchel on her lap, she opened it to feel around inside until she found the cloth bag that was alive. Untying the top, she yanked out Astrid and set her on the tabletop before tying a tight knot in the top again and throwing it back into her satchel with Donald still inside.

“Hi again.”

Leaning forward, one of her arms encircled the satchel possessively as she smiled at the little woman. It was not at all a nice smile, with a distinct tinge of malice to it. “…So, are you two dating, or something? You seem very close”

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

The amount of raw fish does leave a risk I guess, but the Japanese usually seem to manage
As it happens I do have wifi in the hotel so I will be online sporadically, but the lack of a proper pc will make posting seriously difficult (currently writing from my phone)

And is rithrynn trying to start her high elf harem? :-o