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“Hi…” Kathlin said slowly as she stared up at the gigantic purple face of her rescuer. On a friendliness scale of 1 to Janessa, this one at least seemed a lot less malevolent than the last lot. On the other hand, if she changed her mind about that, the size difference would make the result a very quick battle.

“That's actually a very good question”


“…why….wouldn’t I be?”

A quick glance around the room revealed too many reasons to list and Kathlin grimaced as she looked up at the elf, whose eyebrows had only risen higher on their trip to the ceiling. “…it seemed like a good idea at the time, okay? Don’t question it.”

“I really hope you have a plan, Li…”

*

“I need a plan.”


Thought Liaena as she made her way carefully through the passage, keeping a sharp look out for any traps thoughtfully left for her by Falere and trying to make as little noise as possible. Taking a route that circumvented the room with the cheerful din seeping in through the walls, she paused by one of the dusty doors built into the wall to put her eye to the keyhole.

The view was partially obscured by the net curtain hiding the servant door, and also the large ass of a Night Elf just then passing though her line of sight. As the latter wandered out of the way, she could just about make out some of the room, with scantily clad Night Elves everywhere. Craning around she could just see Shani, flopped in a chair but looking over at a bunch of elves clustered around a table with interest.

“Rrggh….why can’t you just be a good target and just leave the room? I thought you were supposed to be on duty!”

Moving away from the door, Liaena propped herself against the wall of the corridor and thought as she considered her options.

With a bit of work, she could be the elf on the gate….but she couldn’t speak the language, and in a room surrounded by elves was exactly the wrong time to get busted.

She could be Serphia, but with her luck Serphia would pick exactly that moment to get out of her bath and it would all go to hell.

Besides, under the circumstances it was exactly the wrong time to put the idea that Li-could-be-anyone into a Night Elven head.

“Maybe I should bomb the room and be done with it…they have had it coming for a while”
Hmm, I didn't take so long with this one at least :p Yesterday doesn't count, I was out all evening and I never post on thursdays anyway.

Janessa and Li are fated never to get along....regardless of who 'Li' actually is, it would seem
Marshall glowered back, looking none too happy at Sharon’s answer in the negative. “You put a lot of faith in this ‘brother’ of yours’ caution. He was bold enough to walk right into the capital of this land to put some petty grudge to bed, I gather”

Pulling his chair forward to eye the parchment closely, Marshall scowled at it as he considered Sharons request. “It…is the Church’s responsibility, to purge evil, and protect the sancity of its citizens. Fine, Dal’dieb. I’ll write you your letter. The Cathedral should know of the scale of the danger, anyway”

Picking up the parchment, Marshall stood up from his chair in his way of signalling the audience was over. “I have a girl with me who can run back to the Cathedral. Or…you can send it in that new mailing system. Whichever”

*

"You and I have some unsettled business."

“…So I gather” Kathlin mumbled as she backed away from Janessa uneasily. The Night Elf didn’t appear to be in any hurry to follow her, with the one that seemed to be charge of the tournament still taking bets – all universally in favour of Janessa – from the excited crowd. A second organiser, one that seemed to have worked out the obvious financial implications of what was going on, was hurriedly scrawling up odds of the fight across the wall behind them. From that, Kathlin gathered that her percentage chance to win insofar as Night Elves were concerned was ‘Infinity + 1 to 1’. None of the elves actually betting seemed to have noticed that.

“So, I guess I’m Li. So what would Li do?...”

Kathlin glanced down at the satchel she was wearing slung across her body. “Potions are Cheating!” screamed out one of the elves clutching a betting slip immediately, and Kathlin turned to give her a dubious look.
“Hey. You could also say that the way she’s twice my size, is cheat—“

“BEGIN!”

“Oh crap”

Janessa jumped up in the air, blowing a few kisses to her ‘fans’ before starting to storm towards the small girl, fists raised. Kathlin reached out a hand, and suddenly the elf was a couple of inches raised off the table, floating in the air. Still sliding rapidly forward from her own momentum and having lost all friction and contact to arrest her movement or even turn, Kathlin backed hurriedly out of her line of trajectory as Janessa slid past her with a scream of rage and straight off the table, rapidly losing altitude to vanish from view and presumably crash into a Night Elf or a wall somewhere.

“……..”

The cheerful merriment and noise surrounding the table ended very abruptly as Kathlin looked around at her audience nervously. Many of the night elves, mostly those that had bet against her, looked annoyed. Others looked amused. One lone elf looked as though Christmas had come early for her as she inched slowly towards the ‘pro-Jannessa’ pot of gold.

“Uhhhh…so, does that mean I win, or something?”
It is something of an occupational hazard.

Sure, go ahead with sitting on her or whatever it is you've got planned. I was going to have her show up at the living room in my next post anyway :p

This plan mostly revolves around the idea that Night Elves have no sense motive to speak of whatsoever. Which seems to be a reasonable assumption, thus far, at least XD
Yeah, bad Sharon! Bad! Rithrynn totally innocent of any such behaviour! lol.

So I have finally managed to get up to date on exactly what Li is up to.

I found some of your theories about dangling Marshalls assistant into a pit of lions amusingly close to the mark Sharon, although only in the figurative sense of course :P
“Hrrrmph” Marshall grunted irritably, showing no interest in proclaiming his admiration for the tactics of cultists. The old man glared at Graymoon, giving him a sharp look. “How many of your men have you lost, man?”

“I confess myself to be unclear on the exact numbers….but upwards of fifty, at the last count” Graymoon responded darkly, already deep into the cup that Frederick had handed him. “The five that accompanied me today are definitely dead, but the others…I am not sure, although I always assumed…”

“—in any case, if this brother of yours is the recruiter, then the priority should be to hunt him down and destroy him” Marshall proclaimed to the room at large. The man scowled at Sharon, but a small spark of something that could possibly be fleeting approval showed in his eyes. “You did well to find their base of operations at least, Dal’dieb. I assume you purged the room of all vile traces? Destroyed their pentacles? Sanctified it to the Light?”

*

Downstairs, Marshalls assistant was making a hasty exit from the ugly scene at the atrium, down one of the many corridors in Sharons mansion when a door in the wall creaked open and a dark shadow lunged, grabbing the hapless girl by the wrist and pulling her into the servant passage as the door shut behind her with a quiet click.

“Shhhh!”

“Oh hi, Li”

The other said amicably, whereupon Liaena dropped her hand to frown up at her. Despite there not being the vast disparity there was between Liaena and the Night Elves, she was a good inch shorter than the other girl. “I need you to help me out with something. Come on”

“Oh. Okay”

*

Upstairs in the corridor outside Sharons room, a door flush with the wall creaked open and Liaena spilled out, dragging Kathlin along by the sleeve as she took a quick look around for Night Elves and then made a bee-line for Sharons room. Shutting the bedroom door behind both of them, she locked it before heading straight to the wardrobe. Bowls of warm water and towels were already set out, courtesy of Frederick.

“Wow…” Kathlin mumbled as she took slow backward steps into the room, the better to take everything in. “Li, your boyfriend has a really nice house. A really, really, really…”

“Would you please focus!?”
Liaena snapped as she pulled two identical sets of navy robes off hangers and threw them onto the bed, to which Kathlin turned around and smiled at her. “Oh sorry. How have you been?”

“What? Fine.” Liaena responded confusedly as she started to strip out of her filthy clothing, pulling the chainmail shirt off for it to land with a loud clank on the floor. “Now listen. I need you to be me for just a little while”

“…that sounds unhealthy”

“Shut up. I have a potion that’ll make you look just like me, so all you need to do is wear my clothes and sit in that room with the Night Elves until I get back” Liaena retorted as she produced a small vial out of her bag for inspection. “See? You’re going to be my alibi”

“….right” Kathlin mumbled as she took the vial and held it up to the light. The insides were pitch black and slightly translucent as shimmery bits floated around within the glass. “An alibi for what?”

“Gngh. There’s an elf with a black cloak in there, and she’s got something that I want back. It’s important” Liaena chewed on the inside of her cheek before responding finally. Washing herself down as rapidly as possibly from the basins that Frederick had left, she dunked her head in the water to claw out the dried on gunk before coming out again dripping. “So, will you do it?”

“Sure!” the girl responded cheerfully, before immediately throwing the vial a dubious look as though she was already regretting her rash decision. “Although Li….how long does this last?”

“Uh” Liaena was already rummaging in her wardrobe to produce a similar looking satchel, taking a few vials out of her own to populate it. Pulling one of the sets of blue robes over her head, she gave the other girl an isn’t-it-obvious-look as her head popped out of the collar. “…Till you take an antidote?”

“And you have an antidote?”

“Yes!”

“…..”

“I have an antidote, and it’s even been tested” Liaena said sniffily after a few seconds of being on the receiving end of a sceptical look. “And what would be so bad about being me forever anyway?”

“Your grades are terrible. When will you be back then?”

“Uhh….soon” Liaena said carefully, already edging away towards the door. “Ohhh, and…could I have some of your hair, too?”

“….”

“why?”

“nothing-major-I-won’t-commit-any-crimes-with-it-honest-thanks-so-much-kind-of-in-a-hurry-right-now!” Liaena gabbled as she leaned forward, plucked out a hair and set off rapidly towards the door. “I’ll-see-you-later-you’ll-do-great-lock-the-door-behind-me-byeeeeee!”

“but…”

*click*
so, I ran out of time while writing the Li part of my post (again), so you get a Marshall to tide you over to tomorrow and to make sure I keep my promises....sort of.

Between your comments Sharon, and the time this is taking, I feel I am setting myself an unreasonably high bar of quality for the eventual time I manage to sit down for any length of time to do some writing. Ah well. :p
“The cult of the damned?” Marshall echoed Sharon, the old mans eyebrows contracting still further over his eyes as they gained a steely glint. “More than I care to, Dal’dieb. I fought them in the Third War”

The priest sat down in a large armchair without being asked and pulled it up to Sharons desk, placing the cultist staff atop it as he looked around at the other two men. “They were ordinary humans, following the path of the Light before they were corrupted by lies and false promises spread by demons and then that damned prince. They took over half of the northern kingdom that way; their corrupted ideals spread faster than the plague. And then, for any good man strong enough to resist them, came the real plague”

“…”

“…which, you should know if either of you pay even so much of a fleeting glance to the basics of modern history!” Marshalls voice had reverted to its usual abrasive bark as he glared at Graymoon in particular, looking as though he was one step away from whipping out a quill pen and setting the noble a pop-quiz. “So I’m going to ask you again Dal’dieb; where did you get this artefact from and how did it come to be in my city?”

Staring intently at Sharon, Marshall gave him a steely look as he dropped his tone. “Your people suffered as well in the Third War, Dal’dieb, so I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how serious this is. The cult hid and recruited in the northern cities until there were more of them than decent men. If they are here in Stormwind, they must not be allowed to remain”
sorry guys.....

I had people over all evening. And I'm going to bed now. I will try and get a post up tomorrow though. Promise! Promise!
“What’s that you’ve got there!?”

Marshall snapped out the moment he saw the old, knobbled staff that Sharon was holding. Immediately losing all interest in the Night Elves the man grabbed the staff from the High Elf, studying it closely all over before holding it gingerly at arms length as though the plain wood contained some form of contagious disease. “Yes. A relic of the damned, their work is clear on this. And you say you have more? …”

Staring at the satchel that Lord Graymoon held up for inspection for a moment, the old man shook his head before turning to march towards the staircase, carrying the staff with him as he stabbed his own ferociously into the marble floor and motioning for Sharon to follow. “You must tell me everything that happened Dal’dieb, where it was you found this and the nature of your encounter. If there is wickedness of this sort occurring in my city, I will not allow it to continue!”
“…plan?”

Liaena finally dragged her eyes away from Shani’s departing backside to look up at Rithrynn. A moments pause followed, before she switched her gaze over sharply to look at the butler. “Hey Frederick. Where are they all going, do you think?”

“….I imagine they will join their companions in the drawing room, Lady Rune. The majority of Master Sharons guests have settled there”

“Huh.” Liaena mumbled quietly to herself, before she seemed to remember that Rithrynn was still staring at her impatiently. Liaena gave her a blank look in return. “My plan is to clean off, and get into some fresh clothes sooner rather than later. I’ll be going up to my room as insofar as I can tell, your friends have taken over the bathroom…”

“If you desire it Lady Rune, I can arrange for some hot water and towels to be sent up to your room –“

“…that would be great, thanks” Liaena smiled wanly at the butler. Looking up at Rithrynn, she chewed on her lip as though she was thinking about saying something else, before thinking better of it. Patting the elf on the arm, she gave Rithrynn a light push towards the corridor. “Just…just go and join the others, would you Rithrynn? I’ll be down in a bit. And Rithrynn…”

Backing away from the Night Elf to head towards the stairs, Liaena turned back to give Rithrynn one final pointed stare before running up them. “…don’t question too much”

*

Running up the stairs and taking several sharp turnings down corridors, Liaena paused when she judged she had made sufficient distance between herself and the atrium. Listening keenly for any noise of pursuit, she looked carefully around the empty corridor to assure herself of the absence of any Night Elves, Sharon, or Marshal before she pushed a tapestry hanging on a wall back and eased open the door behind. Closing it carefully behind her, she let the tapestry fall back to where it had been as she disappeared into the hidden passage.
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