Felsi Druyar

IC Stories and Journal, Westfall Human, SI:7 Agent, Alliance - WRA

[felsidruyar]

To The Dearly Departed

The box was placed on the desk, the agent tasked to clean out Druyar’s locker reached in to pull a rather thick folder out from the box’s contents, “Sir.” he moved to hand it out to the Overseer. The man hesitated for a brief moment as the other shooed him away taking the folder in hand, “What are they going to do with her stuff?” the agent asked. A sigh emits from the Overseer, his hand had been about to open the file when he looked up at the Agent, leveling him with a ‘you should know better than to ask’ type of look. “They’ll be sent off to next of kin, if there’s none, then to whomever her will stated would receive the contents of her belongings.” The Overseer lifts a hand as if motioning to the agent if there was anything more, the agent shakes his head, “Be on about your day, Agent Grant.” That was right, she had a will, written up since the beginning. At least the facade was over. How long had it been? Three.. no four years.. pretending he didn’t have doubts if the operation involving Agent Druyar would even pan out, it had been a long shot. Taking his seat behind the desk he pulls the file to his lap and turning, so that he could read while his peripheral caught movement coming to his desk, the lip of the folder was flipped up and the first page of the document’s revealed. So much of it was blacked out, redacted, and the little parts that she had been allowed to read had been an overview of the events that lead to her retirement. He moved to pick up the page, but something was off, it shimmered and then crumpled into a pile of dust. This wasn’t the file, it wasn’t the real file. He almost slammed the front of the file shut into his lap before tossing the ash filed parchment onto his desk, “F-mmm. She knew.. she had to of known..” he muttered before moving out from behind the desk, he went down the hall to the records and coming up to the window began to write out the short request before handing it to the assistant. They read it and went off searching through the SI:7  archives. The next few moments would determine a lot of what would be required to clean up this mess. The assistant returned placing an envelop down and then his request, “Sir, this file has already been checked out.” the assistant calmly stated. “By whom?” the Overseer asked. “By Former Agent M, Sir.” that made his jaw set, that man was dead, and also shouldn’t of had access to even obtain such a file. He balls up a fist and past tight lips he mutters, “Thank you.” as he slips from the window and starts to stalk down the way, Agent Druyar when she had been alive had been at the death of Agent M, he remembered reading her report of watching a blood elf ride away and coming upon Agent M bleeding out. There was nothing she could do for him, nothing to save the retired Agent, and she had found his place empty... empty. The Overseer groaned, she lied. She had found his secret stash, the files he had taken from the agency, and in them.. in them.. she found her own.. fully open file.

The thing that seemed quite odd was the lack of reaction she had to it, if she knew, then why hadn’t she come at them? Why did she commit suicide? Her handler had sworn that she was not one to do that, that something else was at foul play. To the eye, it had been clear what had happened, she threw a fit and in the end sunk her own blade into her heart. The handler had shown up, pointed to things and said there had been a struggle, a fight, but it was an open and shut case. The agency chalked his accusations of further foul play to work related stress and having gotten to close to the agent. If anything that was something Agent Druyar had been good at. Making people lower their guard, getting them to feel a sense of loyalty to her, friendship. The Overseer had pondered these things as his footfalls lead him to standing right outside Shaw’s office. “Sir!” he said as the very busy man’s aid came out, “Sorry, miss.” he said to her as he caught glimpse that the office was empty, “Do you know when the Director will be back?” to that the aid looked up at him and shook her head, “Sorry, he said to postpone all meetings till tomorrow, I think he’s out. Do you need to relay a message?” she asked sweetly. “No. No. I’ll handle this myself.” He then turned and headed off, Agent Druyar’s Will and Testament was still in his hand. Settling back at his desk he brushed the ash remains of the folder onto the trash and broke the seal to read the Will. “To whom it may concern, I leave my house to the people of Westfall, to be sold and it’s proceeds to be returned back to Sentinel Hill, to further strengthen their protection of the farms that feed the city. My horses, to the care of my neighbor. The engagement ring be sent to Caerow Danvers with the note attached. The contents of my locker to one Ishbaneer Schatten, and lastly a final request. That Azokon be given no notice of my passing.” The Will was signed and dated in the late Agent’s hand to which he laid the will down lifting his fingers to rub at the rough shadow that was growing at his chin. He knew Azokon, he had been her first handler, secretly and she had fallen in love with him, even were to be married. They had broken that up with sending her on her first long-term assignment and sending Azokon on a deep cover assignment in the polar opposite direction. He had chosen to be considered KiA and they had used that, told Agent- Felsi.. that her fiance was murdered in the city streets. The lies they had weaved went both ways, but what was really the truth? The missing file had it all, her origin, how she came to be.. and what they had done to her. It unsettled him that he didn’t know where the file was and looking to the box of her belongings he leans forward and pulls it to him before dumping it out upon the desk. To his eyes there was nothing special, only what an agent typically needed and one personal gift, a pair of daggers with a note, signed by a JH. He put everything back in the box and writing off the tag he sealed its contents and passed it off to an agent with instructions to take it to be dead dropped to one Ishbaneer Schatten. For now, nothing had surfaced about the missing file and the Overseer would pull out parchment to write up a report on what he had learned before sending it off. 

[protectermaji]

So ends the life of a lover and a spy.

[arcusxx]

[felsidruyar]

The Farm in winter.

[felsidruyar]

Recovery

She sat, the ropes had branded her skin with burns at her struggles against them as each new prod produced its bloom of pain that flushed her body with more fever. At this rate her torturer would kill her before getting anything from her, she still replayed the grenade she’d had ready, tucking it away as she sent the children out of the house. Their parents dead, laid in pools of blood that dripped to the floor below, in their backs pieces of parchment stuck to them by the weapons they’d wield against their attacker. She knew their faces and now they were burned into her mind, retired, SI:7 agents.. They had built a life after retirement, were raising a family, and all of it was lost now. Those children, their sobs echoed a haunting sound she couldn’t escape and no matter how much her tormentor prodded the sliced open wound, the blood oozing from it. There was a chance that she would lose the leg and all because.. she bit down on the gag in her mouth. The tip of the blade piercing her skin, the warm spurt of blood that came from the smashed femur underneath the skin and muscle. The long drips down her leg, the sweat and trembling as she attempted to calm herself, he’d taken his pleasure in smashing the limb. She had sustained the torture, she’d made it out the other side and as she came too, the face of one she’s been working with, and another.. a familiar face that being here scared her more than she thought it would. They made the exchange, some mage for her? Now she wondered what had made the mage so important as they wanted him back. She was taken from there, brought to the cathedral and laid on the ground, there they took their time seeing to the femur, healing it with magic and conventional means, and in the hall she spoke to the one that she never thought she’d be scared to see, but in that moment the fear that he might be known, that the ones she’d been tortured by might find out what his connection was to her. It began to play in her mind the sight of seeing him face down in blood pooled around him, their children crying. It was to much, to much to contain, and so she pushed him away. This was how she kept those she loved safe, keep them far away from her and the reckless danger that seemed to plague her life. Talking with the man who’d become her partner in all this mess, the one who had found this mage and negotiated her exchange, saved her life if she were honest. He spoke to her in her broken state, unsure what to do, uncertain if she would heal despite the abounding magics of the priest who aided her. She felt more broken now than any torture could do to her, but rest called to her, rest and recovery. The next day those at the cathedral patted her back and told her she was mended, the numb sensation of the binding on the wound and the supply of magic they had infused her with, she went on a walk. There in the mage quarter she came upon James. The one person who’s known her better than any, as his words met her so her palm met his cheek in a sharp slap, “I deserve that.” he’d said and then she kissed him, “Not sure I deserved that.” he said, but he didn’t protest. In the raw moment she spoke to James about life, about the troubles that had been along with each new twist and turn, and the threat that still loomed in Westfall. He saw right through her, saw her broken state and she wanted to heal, for that James took charge. First was chastising her for being up on her leg if she really wanted to heal it, so he took her piggy back across the city to a room where he wrapped the wound with a salve of his own making. Then put her on bed rest. There she stayed. As time passed she got to walking again with a cane, then slowly with no cane she limped and as the limp subsided she began to walk with just a slight hitch to her gate. It had been some time now, but she was as recovered as she was going to get. Eager now to get back into the field, deal with those who were hunting retired SI:7 agents.

[regular-love]

[felsidruyar]

Through Fields They Roam

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.” -Norman Cousins

Felsi walked the fields of her old home, the farm land had been given to a nearby farmer and the family had started to till the ground for crops again. Then there was the clear field which corralled a handful of horses, one in particular saw her walking along the edge and lifted it’s head to whinny in her direction. Her lips pressed as she sighed, the tightening in her chest telling of the sense of loss she felt over her mare that had been in the stables which had been demolished by a siege engine from outside the gate. The years she traveled with Rosie were lucky that she’d survived so long, and now coming back to the once abandoned barn, to the horses that now resided. Daisy had been Rosie’s pasture mate and now she was coming home without the mare. Laying her hands on the fence boards she watched as the small herd ate the grass, only Daisy came up to the fence line by her looking for her friend. Felsi put out her hand to the large mare and watched as she quietly nickered, blowing soft breathes against her knuckles before sniffing the empty warmth of the woman’s palm. “I’m sorry girl, she’s gone, and I can’t bring her back.” Whether the mare knew the tone of her voice or understand her words, the large mare moved to bump Felsi’s cheek with her soft muzzle. The woman lowered her head and the muzzle traveled over her head as the mare stepped forward and curled her neck to waggle her head brushing Felsi’s back with her muzzle.

Raising a hand to the side of the large mare’s neck she laid her forehead against the nearside of the horse’s neck. “Loss sucks.” she said softly. Daisy fussed with her for just a moment longer before stepping back and going back to grazing. The Westfall woman continued on her way toward the barn, she would need to clear out the stall that had been used for Rosie, and clean up anything else left behind. Her mind was turning on what she should do, having a reliable mount, was important and did she risk losing another majestic animal. For a moment all she could think of was all that she’d lost, voices and faces that seemed to flash and fade, some she could recall easily, but others were harder. She hated that the people who felt like the most important were the hardest to recall their voice and what they looked like, the features of their faces. It was making her steps towards the barn heavier and she pictured getting into the safety of the building, sitting down and allowing herself to just cry.

There is a thick smoke in the air as the shouting of the Captain rings out, they were to brace themselves as the ship was headed straight at the shore, it would swiftly run aground, the vessel was already severely on fire, and soon would be fully consumed before it broke down into the water. They had sustained heavy damage, thrown about the decks as cannon fire ripped through the sides of the ship, it had made it hard to tell who was alive or dead, splinters of the broken wood was in the air and breaches that left the inner level of the ship’s guts exposed. Now the navy man and lady mage were up on the deck and she’d caught a little to much smoke into her lungs and couldn’t stop coughing, she’d followed suit, but she couldn’t find Azo.

Azokon, a man whom she felt closer to than any, she had his back as he had hers and she’d desperately needed that in this battle. She was here with unfamiliar people who knew nothing of her, but that she was Allie’s ally. He’d shown up and it was like she could breathe again, for once someone she’d lost came back, but she’d kicked herself for pulling him into this mess. In the splintering of the ship she’d lost track of him, with an arm up covering her mouth to breath through the fabric as makeshift filter she shifted up to the top deck. Hoping he had made it there as well, she followed suit to swing down from the ship to the beach, but upon landing she didn’t have the time to check where he landed. Sprinting forward she’d engaged with the forces on the beach until there was none left to fight, in the aftermath she looked to the ship, but it was fully engulfed in flames and she knew if he hadn’t made it off, he wouldn’t be aboard and alive still. A heaviness had set over her, foolish woman, you lose and lose and lose again, just get used to it.

Her gut clenched as she laid in the infirmary, a shattered arm being tended to before she headed out to the city, she couldn’t be here, it just kept reminding her of her own stupidity and loss. It was Tiara that had given her pause when she was looking for a way out, the woman was a fireball usually, her emotion and dampened state was the current state of most at the keep. A commander and leader had been killed, a man that men had looked up to, and Felsi felt for her, that man had been her father-in-law. It felt ironic that Felsi who was not really a religious sort gave the woman the only words she could to comfort, “Maybe when all else fails, faith can uphold and give hope where there seems none.” she offered.

After such words and reassurances, she promised to return, then Felsi found herself in Stormwind. There she was on her way to sort out supplies and apply to be reinstated into SI:7, she needed to be back doing what she was productive doing, trying to work on her own had gotten more people that she valued killed. She wanted back in and maybe then she could die and be reunited with those she’d lost. Morbid as her thoughts were it didn’t prepare her for the messenger that gave her a note, “Meet down at the docks.” This is the second cryptic message she’d gotten. Setting her jaw as she glanced to the dented daggers at her sides, she hadn’t gotten a chance to fix her gear yet, or wash her clothes, if more blood was going to get spilled it would be on her already soiled attire. She moved tiredly towards the docks and came around the heavy machinery to a line of gear and weapons setup for the reserves to take what they needed before heading to the next station.

The slight echo to Kakon’s voice sent a chill down her spine, had she not gotten a report that he had died. Yet, here he was, “Report.” he said to her and she told him what had been going on, but she was unsure why he’d called her down to the docks. “Azo is alright, he’s been resting.” she couldn’t believe his words at first, her friend was alive. For a moment she was light hearted until Kakon added, “Please don’t blame me for what had to be done to save him.” and her stomach sank, “He’ll meet you out at your place.” The Ebon Blade Knight spoke of looking to aid the King and she told him that times were growing desperate and he might find them open to his help.

Felsi had watched as Kakon had moved off before she made way to her home, the once run down place, where the still scorched remains of her home had not been cleared away, but the barn had been reinforced and now housed a handful of horses. She’d flown into the local town before walking out to the farm.

Azo’s voice caught her as she paused in front of the barn, she turned to find the man limping up to her and without a thought she called out to him before moving forward to meet him. Lifting a hand she had gone to touch his cheek, but he shied away. It made her realize how long it had been since they’d done anything besides fight at each other's side, how long had it been since death wasn’t what they were dealing and they had actually spoken. They spoke now and in a moment her joy of knowing he was alive shifted as he revealed the ‘cost’ of his survival. He stepped back and transformed into a worgen the painful sounds of flesh ripping, bones breaking and reforming, the curse that now sustained him. She couldn’t help feeling responsible, “I’m so sorry.” she said to him, but their conversation was short lived as a neighbor came upon them.

Rose! She hadn’t seen the girl in some time and it took a moment to realize the girl was drunk and also missing her right hand. What had caused that? She didn’t have a moment to think further on it because Azo reacted to her presence immediately and snarled at her causing Felsi to step between, “She’s a friend.” she told him before turning back to Rose, hoping that he had been given proper treatment for him to retain his humanity still under the curse. After speaking to her childhood neighbor she let her know that horde forces were shifting in the south attempting to head north and that they should be ready to retreat to the city. It was all she could tell the girl before she ran off to inform her family.

That left Felsi to stand again with Azo, with a motion she headed into the barn, her plan of having a moment to herself to cry and mourn would have to wait. He had asked for aid and she would give it, without question.

@alliesweetsong-wra, @livironheart, @roserigsby, @tiararoyal (for mentions)

[felsidruyar]

Self-Knowledge: The Freelancer

LOYALTY

You are good at sticking with people, even when things get awkward and tricky. You give people a second and third chance, because fundamentally, you are good at recognizing people’s good sides (even when there’s quite a lot about them that is not so attractive). Partisanship is actually your strength: you stay on someone’s side for more than intellectual reasons – because they feel like a part of who you are.

RATIONALITY

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesize and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

RESILIENCE

You have a tendency, after a setback, to turn your emotions towards reclamation. What attracts you is the idea of wiping out a humiliation by resumed action – overcoming weakness, repressing your fear. Because part of your motive is pride, you can sometimes be unwilling to admit weakness or to receive aid. But at heart, tour insistence on coming back and never folding has taught you a valuable pessimism: you know that important journeys are never easy.

[felsidruyar]

Felsi’s RPG Stats

Felsi LV.36 Ranger HP ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜ MP ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜ ATK ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜ DEF ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜ LCK ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜ SPD ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜ STA ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜ Did her last name too.

Druyar LV.40 Knight HP ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜ MP ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜ ATK ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜ DEF ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜ LCK ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜ SPD ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜ STA ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜ That seems about right. Take the quiz: Here

[felsidruyar]

Hmmm...

BOLD ALL THE THINGS YOUR MUSE HAS DONE OR WILL DO.

murder / manslaughter / assault / robbery / breaking & entering / theft / embezzlement / kidnapping / torture / blackmail / arson / trespassing / treason / libel or slander / obstruction of justice / lying to law enforcement / creation of a weapon / espionage / riot / escape from lawful custody / contempt of court / public intoxication/ conspiracy / accessory to a crime / harboring a fugitive / bribery / perjury under oath / resisting arrest / identity theft / corporate fraud / tax fraud / document forgery / destruction of evidence / assassination / counterfeiting / sale of a controlled substance / purchase of a controlled substance / failure to pay child support / hacking crimes / threat / pick-pocketing / shoplifting

[felsidruyar]

Interview with a Freelancer

► Name ➔   “Felsi Druyar”

► Are you single ➔ “Yes.”

► Are you happy ➔   “I consider happiness a choice, so yes.”

► Are you angry? ➔  “No.”

► Are your parents still married ➔   “Yes, also deceased.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Westfall.”

► Hair Color ➔ “Redish Brown”

► Eye Color ➔ “Blue”

► Birthday ➔ “Twelfth day of July”

► Mood ➔ “Inquisitive, how many more of these questions are there?”

► Gender ➔ “Female.”

► Summer or winter ➔ “Winter.”

► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Afternoon.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “No, not at the moment.”

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “No.”

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “Not sure.”

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔  “Yes.”

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “No.”

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Yes.”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “If I have, they’re still a secret to me.”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “No.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Lust, it’s safer.”

► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Horse.”

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “I have many regular friends.”

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “Wild night out, always have better stories.”

► Day or night ➔ “Night”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Nope.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “As a kid, yes. Now, no.”

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Yes, the loss of it was terrible.”

► Wanted to disappear ➔ “Sometimes, when I need a break.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “Eyes. Can tell a lot in them, the nature of someone, if they’ll stick by your side or stab you in the night.”

► Shorter or Taller ➔ “Taller.”

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔  “Attraction..”

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “Hook-up.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “Most are dead or missing.”

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “I’ve had my challenges, but far from messed up.”

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “No.”

► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “No.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “No.”

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “I consider them to be themselves, good or bad.”

► Who is your best friend ➔ “I can’t rightly say, those I hold closest at the moment. Darrow Marr, Roxxie, Allie, and James. ” @jameshaywoode @highborne-warhound @alliesweetsong-wra

► Who knows everything about you ➔ “A man who’s no longer alive.”

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Tagging: Anyone that wants to do it!

[felsidruyar]

Journey of a Lifetime

There was a serene stillness in her mind as she reminisced on the past, a blissful simplicity to it that she knows was lacking when she walked the steps up to the door as a child. The telltale smells of the manure from the animals spread across the field, the damp dew that hung in the air in the morning as her brother and father would check the fields, her sister inside helping her mother and she would sit on the steps waiting for the sun to peek up over the horizon. A smile creases the corner of her eyes as she wades through the turmoil of thought that went through that child’s head, her own head at that age. She was knee high to a straw stand and still her mind was full of imagination, creative little musings, and imaginary friends.

When the first homeless approached the house they were begging and she was overly friendly smiling to them and standing from the steps, “Food.. please..” she heard them request. She leaned back to look in the house, “Ma! T’ere’ssum peopel ‘ere.” It was her father that scooped her up from behind as his son went inside, “You all need to leave here, this ain’t a place for you. The town is the only one with the food to spare.” he said gravely before plunking the 4 or 5 year old Felsi inside the house and closing the door. She remembered going to the window as her father spoke to them, but it was their raised voices and her mother’s grasp on her shoulder that told her it was time to step away from the window.

From then, there was always a loaded rifle by the door, a pistol hidden in the kitchen, and the children despite seeing these things never made a mention of it and she couldn’t remember ever feeling unease, even on the night the first shot was fired out at the barn. Her young mind couldn’t assemble that they were being invaded or under threat. The eldest of the three, her brother Dani, he was the first to come home with any sign of trouble, a puffy black eye. Curled up in her bed she heard her father speaking with him about what happened and that he should keep away from those Defias boys.

Bella, her older sister, was in her own world, while she helped mama cook and clean, helped milk the cow, even went into town a few times. She was only bothered once by a homeless outside the town before she wasn’t allowed to go in no more. She amused herself about the farm, venturing out to see the boys who worked the fields next to ours. Tending to wear those paisley dresses and carrying whatever wildflowers she picked, somewhere in there Felsi lost her nativity, she remembers clearly being jealous of her sister’s carefree attitude to all that seemed to be happening. Remembering only that her sister cried the night after her horse was killed.. the homeless being bold enough to come in and lead it from the barn before harvesting it for meat. Her father and brother didn’t find the horse till the next morning laid out in the field past the barn toward Moonbrook. From there she remembered not being able to sleep well, wondering if the hooting outside was an owl or more rioters, but that was soon answered as red masked men, looking like bandits were seen walking the perimeter of their farm.

[exorcist-on-paws-blog]

Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

[felsidruyar]

ASK! Please!

[felsidruyar]

Wrinkle In Time / Felsi

Sitting next to Kev she smiles gently her gaze shifting up towards the morning skies, “I’m dropping my plan.. it’s just not worth the hassle.” They had met at the ship to discuss a party and all the intricate workings for it to go down the way she’d hoped, but now. From Atro’s rune work, her final expression of the tucked away grief from the loss of her fiancé, and utter lack of seeing Vanderall or Elbralt in the past week. She was just ready to move on, there was work to do.

She sat under a tree in a little alcove at the corner of Cathedral Square, the evidence of tears in long lines down her cheeks as she spoke to Darrow. This man who had started out just a secure worker for hire, rocky as their business relationship had been at times, she had grown to trust him. He had become to her as close as family, in a sense, and here she was asking him to put her to work.

“You know I’m good at being a liaison, to generate connections and work, so let me work.” She’d pleaded with Darrow as he kept watching her, his hand coming up to wipe the tears from her cheek.

She had closed her eyes finally that night feeling a lot less weight on her shoulders and when she opened them she wanted to get out and into the sunlight. Walking the city streets and appreciating for a moment the chance to work once again doing something she knew well.

(@bastard-blackstone, @highborne-warhound for mentions)

[alliesweetsong-deactivated20260]

Day One

Allie growls as the blonde haired woman is knocked to the ground and punched in the face, they had walked straight into a trap. Pulling her right pistol out, the void elf watches her new boss get knocked to ground as well. Inhaling she pulls the hammer back and aims at the closest bandit and pulls the trigger. Blood sprays on the tent canvas as the man slumps to the ground dead. As fights break out all around her, Allie pulls her second pistol out of it holster as she too feels a sharp pain on her back and she falls to the ground…

One week Prior:

Allie watches as the the red head flings all force she has into the back of the mans face that had grabbed her from behind. Raising an eyebrow Allie tucks her thumbs into her pistol belt and looks at the woman “Miss is everything alright?” she asks in a curious manner as she watches the woman place a hand on her side 

“We are fine, now leave.” the man says as he checks his face regaining his composure. 

Allie maintains her look at the woman as she tucks her thumbs in between her pistol belt near the buckle cowboy style in a relaxed manner “I was not talking to you, I was talking to her.” she says nodding her head towards the woman once more “Is everything okay miss?” she repeats. 

Without warning the man produces a whistle and blows on it. Moments later three more would appear seemingly out of thin air. One in finer clothing stands between Allie, the woman and man and glares at Allie.

“Ya messing with our boy’s prize are ya?” he asks of the void elf clearly the leader. 

“No just making sure the woman is alright.” Allie says as she pulls her focus to the human standing before her repeating once more 

“She fine..and you should leave.” the leader replies as his eyes begin to glow red .

Rolling her eyes clearly not impressed Allie smirks “I will as soon as i make sure she is on her way.” she says nodding to the woman as she starts putting distance between herself and the man in case she needed to act. Snarling the man looks at Felsi and then back to Allie 

“You will regret this.” he says in a threatening manner “lets go boys.” he says as Allie watches the woman holding her side walk off. 

Present Day:

The bandit leader tilts his head against Allie’s revolver smiling 

“As I said you all are free to go, even if you kill me. But you will all be found, and put in your places.” 

Backing up slowly Allie rejoins her new crew keeping the weapon pointed at the man for several feet before turning around. Gathering up the remainder of their friends a whistle sounds as the bandits start swarming 

“Time to go!” Allie yells out as they start running to the exit.

And this was only Day One…..

@protectermaji @thepaletroll @serelia-evensong for mentions or relevance.

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Play Your Cards Right / Felsi

Walking into the Cathedral Square had been just where her feet had lead her, the commotion at the door to the ERU made her turn around and there she found herself facing someone she’d been eyeing the day before. Melody Spellestra, a songbird, the target of the late second’s attempts to recruit for the lively drunken nights aboard the Black Terra. She walked toward her with an amused little snarl to her lips, “Well well.. if it isn’t a songbird I’ve seen a few times now..”

Melody recoils as Felsi approaches, “Ah.. yes, that would be me I suppose.” This made the slightly stiff moving rogue quirk a brow as she paused, “What now?” she gives an amused little chuckle as her steps continue forward, “Do I frighten you?” the musician eyed the daggers at Felsi’s sides and continued to step back as the rogue continued forward getting ready to follow this woman if she were to attempt to bolt away, “I.. I don’t wanna start any trouble.” came her musically staccato words.

Felsi found her words rich of irony as she spoke in crisp clip to her tone, “You don’t. Sure. One of your friends did. You know that man that was on the bridge next to you. I saw you with him again.. and then he shows up when some bastard has sunk his dagger in me.. and there you are again.” Felsi’s left hand comes up to touch at her ribs where the man’s dagger had pierced between her ribs, “I have a hole where there shouldn’t be and your friend was helping cover for the man who attacked me.”

Melody’s hands come up defensively, “I-I know. But I had no part in that. Elbralt doesn’t want me to fight.” It was then that the flash of a metallic band about Melody’s finger caught Felsi’s gaze, “Oh that’s cute..” she lifts a finger to point at the band on the musician’s right hand, “Is- that a gift from Elbralt?” her expression becomes a mocking sweetness, “I want to know. Did that bastard live?” she asks as she looks past the ring to Melody’s features. She had prayed her twisting the blade in him would be the end of the man, but Melody’s dropped gaze seems to make Felsi’s lips press tight, “Y-yes..” she covers the ring protectively, “..it’s his first gift to me and yes, Van is alive.” that makes the muscles in Felsi’s cheeks ripple as her teeth clenched.

“Oh my dear lady.. to think all we wanted was to have you play for us, but now you’re with people who like to kill.. for their own sick desires.” she spoke from behind her locked jaw before working to ease it and shook her head, “If I see.. ‘Van’ as you call him. I will aim for his heart and next time I won’t miss.” she said with earnest intent to kill the man. The musician glanced again to Felsi’s daggers that still had not been touched, “I- I know that they have their bad points.. but they protect their own. Especially Elbralt.”

That made Felsi shift forward suddenly wanting to convey to this naive woman the seriousness of what she was saying, “That’s the issue, isn’t it.. can you say.. that this ‘Van’ is worth protecting?” she lifts her finger to point at her own face, “I didn’t do a damn thing, would of rather just had a nice chat, but no.. your man has to go stab me.. do you understand? He would of had my cold dead corpse on the ground, for what?” she asks rather forcefully as her head dipped to keep the musician’s gaze.

Melody blinked as she stepped back again to ease the tension of Felsi’s proximity, “Yes.. I know Van can be.. murderous. But when one of us is in trouble, he’s quick to our defense.” Felsi follows her retreat, stepping in once again as her finger turned from her face to point at Melody, “That’s great for you, lass. That’s great.” the finger drops back to Felsi’s side as she turns to look to the side, considering something, she then in quick motion goes to grab Melody’s right hand and lifts it up before her face, “Be careful.. being close to a man who harbors murderers.. it doesn’t end well for ladies like you.”

The musician flinched, her reflexes were naught compared to Felsi and she winces as her hand is raised, “H-hey- let me go!” for a moment the rogue holds Melody’s hand firmly, keeping her in place without injuring her delicate hands, Felsi blinks then lets go and just stands there looking at the musician. After a moment Felsi’s expression shifts as she just doesn’t get it, a soft huff leaves the rogue’s nostrils before she says calmly, quietly, “Have a good evening.. songbird.” 

Melody pulled her hand back rubbing her wrist indignantly, “Let your lover know..” Felsi starts to say, “..if he protectes that monster when I come for him, I will go through him.” that made the songbird glare at her, her musical tones rang out, “You’ll have to go through me first to get to El.” Felsi retorted blandly, “Then let’s pray he knows reason.” that made the lady swallow and with a curt nod she said, “I’ll pass your message. Goodnight, Miss Felsi.” The rogue stands there arms crossing as she waits for the woman to leave, Melody backed away before turning to go back the way she’d come. A smirk came to Felsi’s lips, “Now let’s see..” she waited and then headed toward the trade district, nice and public, a lot more guards, even at night, that’s where she’d wait.

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Eulogy for Andre O. Decker / Felsi

She stared at him, Andre O. Decker, still alive, healthy as a horse actually. The dice that he just rolled laying on the table next to her hand, he’d won.. A long shot and now she was left with having to write this very much living man a Eulogy. All because he wanted to go out with words in her sweet voice. Here it is.

Here lies, Andre O. Decker, we all knew him in one way or another, whether by his brilliant ability to solve complex problems of the magical and theoretical kind, this man.. This man was a gem. In one of the most adamant displays of valor for king and country, this man took it upon himself to search down the scumbags that you paid him to.. He went out on a limb for you. Doing much more than you’ll ever actually know. For none of you had to dredge through the marshlands or climb snowy peaks. None have pursued the desperate and devious like he has. He did this for you- each and every one of you, why? Because none would be so daring as to stick your foot up someone else’s arse like he would.. Just- for- you. If you looked at how many other people in the world would be so easily motivated to stick themselves in harms way, you would find it full of nothing. What makes you think you deserved this man? Deserve the sacrifice and dedication to bringing in your pieces of filth that you were too lazy to go get yourself.. This man did.. He’s your lover, listening to your every detail, waiting up at night to meet you, taking your breath away with his accent and fettered words to your ears, he was a good man.. A good man. When the time was called he took the banner of your cause, to seek revenge or recover a lost loved one. He patiently took down every detail and even went to the darkest parts at the ends of Azeroth to seek your lost souls. He was there for you when no one else would be, taking on obstacles that would keep you up at night. The nightmares that you had.. While sleeping in your cushioned four post he lived in his day to day travels to lands you’d never see because he took the journey for you. He stood opposite your enemies, fought your little wars, and all so that you could look into the face of your tormentors and do ‘justice’. This man has done your ‘justice’ for you. Whether you will acknowledge fully all that this great hunter has done in your stead or if you are part of his dear close, loved ones, be grateful. That you lived in a time when Andre O. Decker took your cry, your plea for aid, and actually helped you. Not many can say the same. May whatever powers you believe in guide and keep you, let this man rest in blessed peace never haunted and nor resurrected to do the toil of other men’s work.

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Time Gone By / Felsi

Sitting in the loft of this barn brought back memories, nostalgia playing across her mind as the man who laid to her back slept peacefully, well for all she knew it was peaceful. Despite the man’s brazen going against Elbralt, it had been her suspicion that he had other intentions, had not this man called the other ‘brother’? It was like watching it all playback in her mind and the leaf of Green Tea that she sucked only made her turning mind keep turning.

At one point she lost track of what she was thinking of, the sign of her exhaustion, and her mind slipped into a memory, her ears felt funny, long and tapered to the tips. Her hands were immediately drawn to them before she stepped over to look in the mirror. There stood before her a stranger, thinner, lithe, and with glowing green eyes. Felsi ran her fingers into her hair, the fiery fade of color from red to blond there again like she remembered. Her hands again those long thin digits, they were not her, she was always clear about that, and now she was back in this old skin. Panic seeped in and she went to stand.

She woke with a start, still sitting on the bale, her body shook slightly with exhaustion before she took a deep breath and stretched. The night was almost over and it had been quiet.