Feychild

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

It would be nice for me as well.

I still have no Internet. I don't really know how long it will take to get some...probably up to another week. My flat apparently has all sorts of interesting problems attached, the main thing being is virgin thinks it's actually an office. Pbbbbt

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

I have spent the last few days moving house, and unfortunately due to some bureaucracy I won't have Internet for around a week...optimistically. As typing on my phone is a colossal asspain I am
limited to taking my laptop to a cafe with free wifi...which I shall try and do tomorrow. No promises though. On the flipside, I am finally out of limbo with a new job and flat, which should hopefully make me less erratic. I've been living out of a suitcase for nearly a month :-P

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

It would be more efficient if the reasons for my slow-pokeness were within my control. Sometimes they are admittedly, but more often not :p

I think this last post from me should be the last one of the night (Liaena is going back to Sharons mansion), and we can thusly fast forward to the events of the morning. You're up, Rithrynn.

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Liaena raised an eyebrow at Donald. “I don’t know exactly which blades you are talking about, but I think I’m good”

Reaching into her satchel and rummaging for quite some time for a vial, Liaena pulled a saucer towards her and poured a small measure of the liquid into it, enough to barely cover the bottom as she pushed it back towards Donald.

Glancing down at the proffered liquid, the little assassin gave Liaena a brief askance look before bending down to scoop some up in a hand. Liaena returned the look with a deadpan. “Sorry, I would join you. But I don’t feel like being a giant”

Taking a mouthful of the liquid, Donalds eyes widened momentarily as a numbing feeling of lethargy crept over him….before he collapsed on the table, both having a) returned to his original size and b) fallen fast asleep.

“….”

Ignoring the now even more high pitched squeaking from Astrid, Liaena studied the man in silence for a minute before pulling one of the less stained pieces of parchment from Doins desk towards her and locating a functional pen. Writing reasonably slowly as she gathered her thoughts, she glanced through it once when she was finished, folded and inserted it into the inside pocket of the mans coat.

The parchment in question read thusly:

Good morning.

You’re free to go as per our agreement. Sorry, but I will be keeping your girlfriend with me as insurance should you try and interfere with me in the future. Assuming I survive this and you don’t double cross me, I promise I will release her as soon as Sherpa is dealt with.

I hope you don’t take this personally, as you said yourself that I have no reason to trust your word. I don’t even want her any longer than I can avoid, but unfortunately I can’t afford to take any chances.

There was no signature. There was however, a postscript.

If you happen to remember anything else that could help with the surviving part, the dwarves know where to find me.

L

Leaving the room and closing the door carefully behind her, Liaena caught the arm of a red Vanguard member that was walking past. The place was mostly deserted, it was the early hours of the morning after all and the fuss of the White Hands visit had died down. “Hey. There’s a guy asleep in there who might be a bit angry in the morning. If anyone asks, he’s free to leave whenever he wants and I said it was fine”

“Uhhh….right” The Vanguard member said after a pause, during which time he gave her a very funny look before realising she was entirely serious. “And who are you, exactly?”

“Oh, nobody important” Liaena smiled back, before making for the stairs, already heading down them. Outside, the darkness of the night was eerily quiet after the excitement it had seen. “Fran knows me. Goodnight”

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

I've been at my grandmothers house all of this week up to this evening and she didn't have wifi. Or internet at all actually, I found out belatedly. I'll post tomorrow as its kinda late now.

You still with us and not died of frustration, Rithrynn? :P

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“Everyone’s expendable to him” Liaena replied darkly in response to Donalds remark. The girl was once again only paying minimal attention to the assassins final words, as she was brooding over what he had told her. “Arnoff. I need to find him. If he thinks that he’s a dead man, anything could happen. Although would he try and hurt me? I haven’t done anything to him”

Liaena shot Donald a quick look, the assassins gaze remaining annoyingly impassive.

“Light, I can’t read him. Does he know…or not?”

“You have been helpful” Liaena said begrudgingly after a long pause. Kathlins blue eyes swept up and down Donald again, evaluating him carefully before she spoke again. “So where do we go from here?”

“I’ve already said that I don’t particularly want either of you causing trouble while Sherpa is still not taken care of. And besides…while I might believe you are sensible enough to leave town and never come back, I’m not convinced by her”

Here Liaena glanced down at her satchel, which contained Astrid. “Your friend does seem the sort to take things personally. She’s very…how to put this…Esmeraldaish?”

A flurry of squeaks were emitted from the satchel at this point, that while unintelligible, almost certainly contained the word: ‘bitch’.

“…And doesn’t know when to quit apparently. Do you want any deal I give you to include her as well, or not? She doesn’t seem like the brightest spark, but I get that you are involved and you cared what happened to her at least once before. Do you still?”

“….”

“…Ohh, and I think she might have been looking for you when I ran into her, near Sharons house” Liaena added helpfully, into the brief silence that followed. “Just as an FYI. You know”

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“Safe” Liaena responded absently. “Although she probably wishes she wasn’t”

Apparently somewhat distracted by her own thoughts, she spared a glance down at Donald. “Her latest plan was to annoy me, I think. It worked”

Sherpa hiding in the Cathedral district? His palace made of ice and black stone with crucified victims in the back garden seemed a far more thematic setting for Sherpa than the marbled terraced rows and detached mansions that made up one of the most affluent areas of the city. It was like King Varian conducting all of his business from a market stall in the trade district. It simply didn’t fit.

....Then again, if her previous experiences with Sherpa was anything to go by, he could very well be appreciative of the irony of the situation. And Liaena had to admit Donalds logic seemed sound – so long as he was telling the truth of course.

“So she was your boss. Was that whole shot at abducting me her plan then?” Liaena enquired belatedly, the amused tone in her voice indicating exactly what her opinion was of the late Esmeraldas efforts. The danger she had actually been in and the fear when the attacks had occurred had long since been eclipsed for Liaena by the smugness of victory. In her mind, the intervention of the Night Elves had had very little to do with it.

“...that would explain why she got so incredibly pissy at me. Irony’s a bitch”

“But anyway. Who was her boss? There must have been somebody else that she reported to”

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“Hopefully it will hit a nerve”

“Hrm”

Liaena said nothing, other than make a dubious noise at Donalds last comment. Astrid appeared to have quietened down somewhat, although the occasional squeak could still be faintly heard. The female assassin had far too little self control or common sense for her chosen career, Liaena had long since concluded. Donald arguably had a little too much, at least for her liking.

“A little more fear and a little less joking would be nice. I’m not sure whether he really knows nothing or is just that smooth”

Potentially it might have been a good idea to keep Rithrynn around after all. She did after all excel in her natural bad-cop role. As it was, Liaena was starting to feel underappreciated in the intimidation stakes. The idea that Donald was already asking for his freedom so soon certainly indicated that in spades. Serphia probably never had to deal with anything like that.

“You haven’t managed to tell me anything very helpful so far” the girl remarked after a long pause, in a falsely light tone of voice. “You were hired by Sherpa to kill Sharon – which I knew. And he decided to turn on you – which I don’t really care about. If this is supposed to be an exchange, I don’t see why I’ve been paid enough to let you go just yet. Where is Sherpa staying? Where did you normally meet him?”

“...”

“...Oh, and by the way, what was Esmeralda to you?” Liaena added, as an apparent casual afterthought in the way she threw out the question. “You worked together...so, was she also part of this ‘team’ of yours? Who did she report to?”

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“I’m sure you’ve met them all by now”

“I would hope so”

Liaena remarked in a deceptively light tone, before her eyes returned to the assassin. “Hired to do what, exactly? Kill Sharon? Is that it?”

The assassins story appeared to check out as far as her knowledge on the subject went....although it did indicate that Rithrynn was a scavenger as opposed to a warrior, contrary to her earlier assertions of glorious victory over the man. Which, given the general arrogance and glory seeking nature of Night Elves as a whole, wasn’t exactly a stretch of the imagination. “Damn it Rithrynn. This is important!”

“Do you have any idea why he left you for dead?”

The girl enquired, after a brief pause. Liaena gestured with one hand as she spoke, in an attempt to encapsulate the fallacy of the entire alleged scenario as she saw it. “I mean, you call yourself a professional. So presumably, you had no urgent plans to sell him out.... call me naive, but it’s idiotic to start infighting when you were already being hunted down by those Night Elves. And it’s even stupider to leave you alive after that. Sherpa isn’t stupid, and he knows how to kill people. How did you survive?”

From her tone, it was evident that Liaena had reached the crux of her interrogation. Leaning forward slightly in her chair so she could see the small assassin more clearly, she gave the man a frankly suspicious scowl with her final question.

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Yeah, my Internet died a death to those lighting storms that have been battering the UK as of late, so I won't be able to post until it gets fixed (probably on Thursday). Go me.