Feychild

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Hi Drew :) I'm Fey. You should recognise me from all the OOC posts something along the lines of: "Feyyyy, you're being a slow butt", "Li ultra lazypants!" etc etc

Welcome to the thread. Don't mind the Rithy, she doesn't bite (much) :p

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Liaena scooted over to plant herself firmly in between Vashi and Sharon, giving the elf a glare cold enough to freeze the sewer as she turned to look at both of them. “No, that’s okay. I’ve got it”

Although no harsh words were being flung as of yet, Liaena was not-so-subtly fuming to herself as she turned to Sharon and unrolled another length of bandage. Instead of using the acidic concoction she had unleashed on Serphia, she smeared a greenish tincture into the underside of the cotton pad after a long, close look at the injury to check for any diseases or poisons that could be taking effect. This felt chilly, and slightly slimy, but no burning pain. “Possibly, a better way of keeping him safe would be to stop sending his bodyguards to chase shadows like crazed lemmings”

“Li…”

“I’m sorry, but you abandoned him earlier? Remember!?” Liaena brushed off Sharon’s beginning attempts at damage control to take a half step towards Serphia as her voice rose in anger. “You let everyone get split up, probably exactly as they had planned. You nearly got killed, and so did he. And now we were finally together, you send them all off AGAIN! FOR ONE HUMAN! One. Normal. Human.”

Liaena’s voice had dropped to an angry hiss as she paused over her final sentence. “One human. Meanwhile we have an undead, a ghast, whatever it was that beat you up and a death knight all gunning for Sharon. You’re injured, so is Sharon, Vashi’s one mage and I don’t know what you expect me to do. I thought you were supposed to be a tactician”

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

“You have some bandages and antiseptics, do you?”

“Yes”

Unrolling a roll of bandages from Sharons supply as she spoke, Liaena was studying the wound closely, looking back at Vashi at her suggestion. Producing a pad of cotton wool, she dripped some liquid from a bottle onto it carefully, which promptly began to smoke. “Fine…just don’t overdo it. Else we’ll be picking the bullet out of you instead”

There was a stifled snort of laughter from an eavesdropping Rithrynn at Liaena telling somebody not to ‘overdo it’. Liaena shot her a half-hearted scowl in response, before returning her attention to Serphia sardonically as Vashi readied her spell: “Just stay still….and this’ll only hurt a lot”

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With a ping, a small shard of lethal metal ripped itself way free to shoot off at considerable velocity and embed itself into a wall somewhere. In very much character with her grizzled determinator persona and to her credit, Serphia didn’t make a sound. As blood gushed forth Liaena slapped the cotton pad on and applied pressure, causing it to hiss and smoke even more enthusiastically. Exactly what the ‘antiseptic’ was, few could say. But it certainly hurt….more than a lot.

As the hissing slowly ebbed away, so too did the flow of purple blood now soaking through the pad. Liaena applied another pad of cotton wool on top of the first one, pinning it to a bandage which was then wound around Serphia’s midriff, covering the wound several more times before finally being tied off. Liaena fumbled with the ends of the linen slightly in her grubby fingers before managing to tie a knot as she looked up at Serphia with a smile. “You should probably change these when we get out of here, but the wound’s clean. Not so bad, was it?”

Looking at Serphia’s face, Liaena noted the slightly red glint in her eyes as the elven captain stared balefully down at the tiny human.

“Not sure if going to get punched…or not”

“Nothing a seasoned Veteran like yourself couldn’t handle, I’m sure”

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

"Better than the idiots who thought they could stop me... "

“That sounds about right”

Liaena thought as she studied the mounds of bones that littered the floor. Tracking with her eyes were the piles were thickest up to where a balcony was built out of the wall above them, she eyed the trickles of deep red blood that were running down the side and dripping down onto their level. Stepping back to get a better look, her hopes faded into nothing as she picked out a tuft of brown hair, and clearly humanish features. “Dammit”

“Hey, was there anyone else in here?”

This question was directed at Vashi, who had disentangled herself from the horsehead and was busy bashing it into non-animation with the end of her staff. Glancing at Liaena, her interests in playing up the magnitude of the host they had quelled clearly overwhelmed her sensitivities in talking to a human. “Ohhh, yeah. They ran in fear rather than face the wrath of my Mistress. Human filth, fel na-thar!”

“Uhuh”

Cupping a hand around a bleeding injury on her chest, Serphia was clearly injured and pretending that she didn’t care. Liaena walked over to the elf to stop in front of her about a meter away, just about out of grabbing range. Looking at Serphia she studied the elf’s body language carefully, ready to beat a rapid retreat backwards if she spontaneously decided to make a lunge for her. “I could take a look at that for you”

Giving the growing spread of blood a pointed look; Liaena looked up to meet Serphia’s eyes and raised an eyebrow at her. From the glare she received in return, it was probably a massive elven faux pas to insinuate that the great and powerful sentinel captain was even capable of shedding blood, much less to a mere human. If that were in fact true, Liaena couldn’t bring herself to care as she spread out her arms in the universal ‘shrug’ motion. “You know. If you want me to.”

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

“…No…” Liaena muttered in agreement as she stared down the corridor that Rithrynn had gestured to, and from where the horrible scream had emanated.

Somewhere down there was Serphia, presumably in dreadful danger. Liaena realised that she was failing to care at all about this, a realisation that was immediately followed by guilt for said apathy. Serphia was, in the loosest possible sense of the word, her ally, and a better person than Sherpa.

Not that that was saying much.

Climbing to her feet awkwardly, Liaena managed to find an unsteady footing by steadying herself against the sewer wall, picking up the knife on her way and giving Graymoon a half smile in recognition of the gift. For lack of anything else to use, she wiped her face and hands on Rithrynn’s cloak before the elf had time to object. “We go after her then. All of us”

“Uhm, Li…”

“Shani! Nar’du felore! Snap out of it!”

“Oh” Liaena muttered. Turning around, she looked back over at Shani and the other two sentinels, who were dividing their time between giving the screaming tunnel extremely worried looks and trying to get their fallen friend back onto her feet. Shani for her part was freed from the gunk by the help of her friends, but sunk deep into shock by recent events.

The unfortunate elf was one person that Liaena did feel deep sympathy for as she looked at her. The sympathy was mingled with hopelessness with the situation, and the burden of an incapacitated ally in a hostile situation (a fifteen-stone-plus-armour incapacitated ally, no less), leaving them with the glorious alternatives of abandoning her to their enemies, loosing yet another fighter as her protector or dragging said fifteen-stone-armoured-butt around with them the entire time. No. Whatever Shani’s mental state was, she had to be got back onto her feet, for better or worse.

Stepping up to where Rithrynn was calling to other elves across the watery gulf, Liaena bawled at the shell shocked elf as loudly as she could, which for a rather small human was a fairly small volume. In light of what probably made Elves Tick, Liaena tried to inject as much ‘Vile Drill Sergent’ Serphia style into her tone as possible, although she had to admit she was nothing on the master herself. “SHANI!! YOUR MISTRESS NEEDS YOU TO FIGHT ALONGSIDE HER RIGHT NOW, SO GET MOVING! ARE YOU A SOLDIER OR NOT!?”

Glancing at Sharon and Rithrynn, Liaena gave them a dour half-shrug of resignation “…that’s all I’ve got. I’m a doctor, not a psychiatrist”

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If she had to choose between a fingernail in the brain and a dagger in her butt, it was true that on reflection, Liaena would choose the dagger. This fact mostly failed in making her feel any warmth towards the elf responsible for providing that glorious alternative as she rolled onto her side – a process that elicited a considerable amount of Ache and Pain – to look up at Rithrynn with a groan. “…five minutes ago would have been good, too”

“Why are you even here, again?”

“Oh yeah. I asked for you. That was stupid, wasn't it?”

“…thanks” Liaena finally added belatedly and after a long pause. The girl sounded distinctly dubious in her offer of gratitude. Climbing gingerly onto her hands and knees, she reached around with one arm to the dagger embedded in her butt, which responded to her attentions by beginning to stab with pain even more ferociously. “Ow.”

“I really wish I didn’t have to do this…”

Wrapping a hand around the handle, Liaena gritted her teeth against the flare of agony as she shifted it from side to side to work it loose. Luckily – or unluckily – the blade was extremely sharp, and one swift yank was enough to pull it loose with a large gout of blood. Dropping the dagger, Liaena was quite happy to sink back down to the floor and pull her sodden satchel towards her awkwardly. Luckily, she had at least had the foresight to wrap up the bandages against water, along with other things that were supposedly sterilised. Not that under the circumstances sterilised bandages made any amount of difference, Liaena reflected as she picked apart a packet.

Sharon and Lord Graymoon appeared to have dealt with their adversary as efficiently as Rithrynn had dealt with hers, and were at that point in the process of making their way gingerly across the bridge across the cistern to join them. Holding a wad of cotton against her wound to try and staunch the blood, of which there was considerable, Liaena looked up at Rithrynn quizzically from her place on the floor.

“Where’s Serphia and the other elves? …Don’t tell me you split up with them, too”

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Yeah, yeah, Li lazy. I should be able to post tomorrow :p

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

The situation had devolved from just-about-holding-it-together to completely out of control in the space of just a few seconds. Liaena gasped for breath as she grappled with the hands around her neck. Janice was deceptively strong for her wasted form, and freezing cold.

The revenants attitude towards her was one of familiarity, almost as if they had met before. For the sake of her sanity, Liaena tried not to read too much into that. There were more pressing concerns at hand, as she struggled for her freedom. She had enough firepower to wipe out the tunnel if she felt so inclined, but that wouldn’t do much against a creature that apparently had the ability to turn incorporeal at will and float in and out of other peoples bodies. And even if she managed to get Janice to drop her – here Liaena twisted her head around briefly to look down at the dark, murky water – would she really be any better off?

Janice was taking care to angle herself so as to allow Liaena a panoramic view of the edge of the cistern, where Sharon was engaged in a fight to the death with – something – that had just crawled out of the murky waters.

Removing one of her hands from where it gripped Janice’s arm, Liaena wormed her hand into her pocket to drag out the Gimpsi-patented rifle. The weapon rapidly growing to full size in her hand, Liaena clamped the butt against her ribs with her elbow and aiming the muzzle with her free hand, the sights swinging around erratically with her limited range of movement as she shot a wild volley in the general direction of Sharons assailant. More by luck than by judgement, one gumball snagged the creatures cloak, plastering it stuck tight to the floor and jerking him back sharply by the ties around his neck.

Shrinking the gun and stuffing it back into her pocket again, Liaena returned to hanging on to Janice’s arms as she found the breath for one shriek, as loud as she could make it: “RITHRYNN!”

“…”

“RITHRYNN!!” Liaena screamed again, after a few seconds in which she gasped for breath and found the air to fill her lungs through her frozen throat. There was no immediate response from the elf, which increased the fear that she and the night elves had been led far enough by the assassins to not be able to hear her. There was however, under the circumstances, very little point in stealth any more. “WE NEED HELP! COME – BACK !”

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"Liaena, are you alright? You look as though you've seen a ghost"

“…”

“Li?”

Liaena did not reply. Instead, in one quick, fluid motion she pulled the small dart-gun she had reclaimed from Faleres ‘spoils of war’ back at the mansion out a pocket and emptied a full charge of the ammo into their guards neck. Shani staggered back, looking disorientated for a second and gave Liaena a chance to produce her rifle out of hammerspace and shoot her with that as well. The gel forced Shani back to slam into the dirty sewer wall and stick fast to it as Liaena scrabbled frantically in her bag for another round to the dart gun, find one, jam it into the chamber and shoot her in the neck yet again while Sharon and Lord Graymoon were still trying to find their voice from complete shock.

“LIAENA! What – why did you –“

“By the Light!” emitted Lord Graymoon, looking horrified and terrified all at once.

“She’s possessed! Look at her!” was all that Liaena managed to get out. Backing away from Shani as though it was contagious, Terror was rising up her throat and making her feel light headed as she turned to Sharon, gesturing dramatically towards the downed Shani. “There was that thing…didn’t you see that ghost, it flew right at her, and it’s done something to her. Sherpa did it to her. Didn’t you hear that scream? Didn’t you…”

But Liaena’s words died in her throat with the rustling noise behind her. Looking down at the Night Elf, she stared unbelievingly down her as in spite of the drugs, enough of which should have been enough to knock out a horse for ten hours straight, ‘Shani’ opened her eyes and smiled back. It was not at all a nice smile. But her eyes….those were completely blank.

“We need to go” Liaena muttered. Stepping back yet again to distance herself from Shani, she didn’t take her eyes off it despite the fact it was allegedly stuck to the side of the tunnel by goo balls. It was allegedly drugged to oblivion as well, and it didn’t appear to care about that either. She shot a desperate glance at Sharon. “Teleport us out of the sewer. You can do that, can’t you? Can’t you!?”