Grimscale Mercenaries

GRIMSCALE MERCENARIES  A community-oriented guild with a multi-faceted nature. On the surface, we are a mercenary company, banding together in search of profit and adventure  Beneath the surface, however, the group operates outside the bounds of Alliance law, working within the seedy underbelly of society for its own benefit. WrA Alliance, OOC known as Covetous Intent.  

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Fences

“So you’re all grown up, eh?" 

The deep baritone voice broke through the sound of the waves that crashed against the mountainside on the other side of the channel. A smile curled her lips as Covie turned around to look at the Kaldorei that she’d not seen in years.

Her hair whipped around her head from the brutal winds that swept through from the sea, looking much like a blackened halo. "Guess I had to at some point, huh?” Her gaze ran over the male’s form, and she let out a huff of laughter. “You haven’t changed a bit, Rem." 

The tips of his fangs appeared as he grinned, and a casual shrug was given as he stood on the far side of the dock. Where he’d come from, she didn’t know, since the place had been empty upon her arrival. There was no boat, and no gryphon like the one waiting for her nearby. Though he was fully clothed, one wouldn’t be able to mistake the corded muscles that ripped of a lean frame, and his dark blue hair was pulled back and up into a messy man-bun that would have looked ridiculous on anyone else. Couple that with the beard, and he was definitely a morsel to enjoy looking at. "There’s only so much changing I can do at my age, yeah?” He gestured towards the house. “Let’s talk.”

 A nod was given as she followed him towards what looked like a broken down house along the mountainside on the west coast of the Eastern Kingdoms. It was guarded on all but one front, and even then, looks were deceiving. One might find a dilapidated, abandoned home here if they didn’t know exactly what to look for, or how to make that illusion disappear. The Keeper stepped into the house with a watchful gaze. Having only been here a handful of times, her brother had always made her wait outside.

“I heard about your brother. Sorry to see him go, Cov.” It was the only words of sympathy offered before his hands clapped together and he turned around to face her. Muscled arms lifted to cross over his chest. “So you’re looking to step into his place, then?” Moving, the Kaldorei stepped to the unlit hearth, and leaned back against the stones as he watched the woman. 

 A shrug was given as she looked around for a moment, then finally returned her emerald gaze to his own blackened one. “I’m looking to test the waters, yeah. I already know the ins and outs, despite not being directly involved.” At the expression on his face, she arched a brow. “What, you didn’t think he told me everything?” She nodded, hands resting at her waist as she took a slow tour of the room. “I have something big coming up, and I need your services, Rem. It’s as simple as that." Pausing, Covie looked over her shoulder at the elf. ”Surely you don’t still see me as the child that used to tag along with her brother, right?“ 

An appreciative sweep of his gaze was given to her, and a single corner of his lips lifted into a smirk. "How could I, Covie Soames, Keeper of Grimscale Mercenaries? Contracted to the Baradin Wardens out on Tol Barad, and living on a ship docked off the coast.” It was his turn to smile at her expression, a deep but quiet laugh rumbling out. “I don’t just handle what you’re looking for, Cov, but I have informants all over. Tidbits of information that aren’t exactly secret. But then, why would they be?” It was his turn to flash an amused expression. “What, you didn’t think I’d do my homework?”

Covie knew better than to let her shock remain for too long on her face, and a mask of neutrality appeared. “Mm,” she responded, shaking her head. Of course he knew, or had done his research once she’d requested the meeting. “Alright, then. Tundin Steamclock. You’ve heard of him?” 

Silence met her inquiry, stretching over several moments before Rem finally nodded. “I do. And you know how difficult his product is to move. He’s that good.” When she didn’t respond, he shrugged. “It’ll cost you, but yeah… I can move it for you, keep it off the markets and go to personal buyers. For a fee.” 

 With a smile, Covie walked over to the male. “Perfect. Let’s discuss that fee, then." 

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Friends on the Other Side

Written by: Thaelea Solarsphere

Kelisande,

I realize that even sending you this missive puts you in jeopardy. For that, I apologize. However, if you are the same Keli I remember, you’re always on the lookout for new sources of revenue. I believe I have an opportunity that you will be interested in. I don’t want to go into details in a letter. Perhaps you would be willing to meet in person so that we can discuss this. You have my word, there will be no one from the Alliance accompanying me. Let us speak as we once did. If you agree, send reply to the tavern at Darkshire, addressed to ‘Emilia Ravencourt’. I will communicate the date and place soon after. I hope you have been well this past year, Keli. I’ve missed you. 

Sincerely, Thaelea

In the days after Thaelea sent that missive to her old friend, she ventured to the tavern in the center of Darkshire daily to seek a reply. Even though she knew that it would take days for the message to reach Quel’Thalas, Lea began showing up at the inn the day after she sent the letter. Since arriving in Stormwind after being exiled with the rest of the Ren’dorei, Lea’s only instance of speaking with someone from home was her meeting with her father. That encounter could hardly be called happy. But this would be. If Kelisande agreed to meet, it would be a reunion that Thaelea would look forward to, rather than drag. 

About two weeks after the letter was sent, Thaelea went to the Darkshire tavern for her nightly cup of tea before retiring. The locals had gotten to know her, making it impossible for the Elf to check for mail under a pseudonym. Instead, in the weeks that she’s been coming and checking for a reply, Lea fell back on her magic for a solution. The Eye of Kilrogg, as it had come to be known in Warlock circles, enabled the woman to scan through a stack of recently arrived letters without anyone noticing, owed to the Eye’s ability to remain hidden. Sitting at a table and sipping on her tea, Thaelea perused the stack of inbound mail, prepared for another sigh of disappointment. But this night, she received something else. The second-to-last letter in the stack was addressed to ‘Emilia Ravencourt’. Keli answered!

Thaelea rose from her seat, doing her best to move subtly through the small crowd towards the mail stack on the back counter of the front desk. Of course, in a room full of casually-dressed travelers and farmers, Thaelea, in her hues of violet and gold, with thighs proudly bared, was hardly inconspicuous. The solution here was a small ember tossed to the drape of the front window. When the cloth ignited rapidly, the entire room reacted, with most rushing to offer aid in putting the growing blaze out, except for Thaelea. The Elf took advantage of the chaos she had caused to swipe the letter from the stack. After tucking it into her satchel, she promptly paid her bill and departed. Lea left a hefty tip, considering she had only a cup of tea. But she -did- just risk burning the entire building to the ground to snag a piece of mail.

The Ren’dorei was much too excited, and a bit apprehensive, to wait until she returned home to read the letter. Instead, she settled beneath a tree on the side of the road. It was nearly 11 bells, but even in the dark, dreary night of Duskwood, the Elf would have no trouble reading. Luminous eyes have their advantages. Her hand trembled slightly as it moved to open the letter. What if she said no?  Where originally there was nothing but hope and excitement, there was now dread. Part of her didn’t even want to open it, now. It seemed almost better to not know and face the potential, crushing disappointment. A deep breath was taken; the Elf took hold of the letter and tore it open. This was no time to be a coward. 

Thaelea,

I have to be honest. I never thought I would hear from you ever again, nor did I particularly care to. A lot has changed over the last year, Thaelea. You and the rest of your disloyal band turned your backs on Quel’Thalas and ran to our enemies. You turned your gifts and talents as Elves against your own kind, for Humans. If the Spire learned that a damned ‘Void Elf’ was in contact with me, there’s a good chance I’d be strung up. I should burn your letter and not look back. But we’ve been through too much, and have you ever known me to turn down a chance at profit? Pick your spot. I will come, alone, and hear what you have to say. I make no promises beyond that. I’ve missed you too, Silvereyes. 

Keli

For a moment, Thaelea’s heart felt as though it were about to fall out of her chest. Her worst fear, at least with regards to this reply, seemed to be realized. Kelisande wanted nothing to do with her. She felt betrayed and angry. This was a stupid idea… The thoughts swirled in her head, tormenting her, mocking the Elf for her foolishness. What did I think would happen? How could she ever- Her inner monologue froze as the tone of the letter shifted. The fear and anxiety evaporated immediately upon the reading of three simple words: “I will come”. Lea’s eyes grew watery, and she shed a single tear in joyful relief. The self-doubt and ridicule of barely a moment ago vanished, replaced by absolute confidence. She will say yes...I know she will.

The following day, Thaelea sent another letter off to her friend, setting the time and place of the meeting. Rather than the foreboding and ominous locale chosen by her father, Lea chose to meet her friend some place more neutral. The Ren’dorei set Booty Bay as the place that she would meet with her friend. Neither one of them cared for Goblins, but it is a neutral port. No one would think anything of seeing either Ren’dorei or Sin’dorei there, not even if they were together. Further, it would be a simple matter for both of them to reach Booty Bay. It’s but a short trip south from Stormwind, and Kelisande would be able to charter a ship from Ratchet in Kalimdor. In preparing for the journey, Lea considered bringing Saraena to meet her childhood friend, but decided against it. Kelisande could meet Lea’s daughter another time, when their interactions were not so strained. 

When the sun dawned on appointed day, Lea was already in Booty Bay. She had journeyed down several days in advance, ensuring that Keli’s lodgings would be completely paid for and ready for her. Thaelea’s letter had not set the time for their meeting until later in the afternoon, but the Warlock was already eagerly watching for her friend. She perched herself near the edge of the docks, watching ships that came in from across the sea. Several arrived that morning, but none of them carried Kelisande. Still, Lea’s confidence did not waver this time. Keli was no liar, not when it didn’t get her any profit. And even then, Lea knew, she just -knew- that this woman would not betray her. No matter what had happened, Keli would not do anything to intentionally hurt Thaelea.

Lea spent hours watching for her friend, but it felt like minutes. There was nothing else to do, but there was not a moment of boredom. The eager expectation of seeing a long-lost friend more than kept Lea entertained. As the noon bell rang, as if on cue, a ship appeared on the horizon. It approached gradually, eventually docking. The Elf overheard the harbormaster describe the ship as originating from Ratchet. Thaelea watched as passengers disembarked. Most were Goblins, but one, standing much taller than the rest, was not. It was Kelisande. Her golden hair, assertive strut, and roguish dress couldn’t be missed. Lea felt those tears welling in her eyes again, but wiped them away. She would not greet her friend with crying, but with a smile.

Once the Goblins had dispersed, Lea raised her arm, waving clearly for Kelisande. “Keli! Keli!” The golden-haired Elf caught side of her Ren’dorei friend, but she did not seem at all happy to see her. Her brows were level, lips flattened into a straight line. There was absolutely no mirth in her expression. Hauling a knapsack, Kelisande stopped just in front of Lea. The latter’s smile gradually faded, becoming a bit nervous at the chilly demeanor. But she said nothing. The two stood there, in silence, staring at each other; two Elves, one with amethyst eyes, the other with verdant hues. Waiting for the woman took hours and felt like moments. This silence dragged on for minutes and felt like hours. In the end, it was Kelisande who spoke first. “Still flashing your thighs, I see.” Thaelea blinked. After a year, -that- was what Keli said to her? Violet brows knitted as her eyes shifted down along Kelisande’s frame. As she usually did, she favored a tunic that exposed her abdomen. “Looks like you’re still flashing your midriff.” The reply resulted in another few moments of silence between the two, until they simultaneously cracked smiles and lunged at each other for a firm embrace. 

A wave of joy and relief washed over Lea’s mind. Keli was still her friend, just as she had thought. A year on opposing sides hadn’t soured their connection, even if it had strained it. “Look at you.” Keli said after pulling herself back. “I remember the girl with red hair and silver eyes. Now you look like you broke up with an Old God and took it badly.” Thaelea sneered. “It feels that way, sometimes. Believe me, I miss the red hair.” The two walked arm-in-arm along the docks. “I already have your lodgings arranged. I wanted to make sure you were comfortable.” “Comfortable in Booty Bay? Silvereyes, you -have- been gone too long.” “Don’t I know it.” Lea smirked. “You have no idea how good it is to see you, Keli. But...We should talk business before we get chatty.” “You know I love to talk business. What did you have in mind?”

A brief walk took them to the local inn. Despite the establishment being run by Goblins, the lodgings were surprisingly clean and tidy. Even Lea had to give the little green wretches credit for running a decent house. The two Elves settled in Keli’s room for the time being. “Not bad.” The Sin’dorei uttered upon crossing the threshold. “More than I’d ever expect from a Goblin.” She threw her knapsack down, sat on the edge of the modest bed, and turned her green eyes on Thaelea. “Well? What’s the angle?” Thaelea perched herself against the small desk situated in the room. “How do you feel about doing business with someone in the Alliance?” The Warlock held up her hand, as she already saw the incredulous look in Keli’s eyes. “Not with the Alliance itself...Just someone in the Alliance. With me.” Keli looked troubled, like she was holding in a not-so-kind remark. Even so, she bit her tongue until Lea finished. “The group I work for now is branching out. We’re getting involved into some black market activities. We need contacts and suppliers of goods. I’m beginning with expanding my Bloodthistle sales.” Kelisande blinked. “Bloodthistle? You have it down here?” Thaelea nodded. “I was able to procure some seeds and cultivate a small batch. I’ve been able to steadily increase the yield, but not in the numbers I’ll need. I want you to make arrangements to ship Bloodthistle south regularly. I can pay you well, and you’ll be helping a lot of your exiled kin cope in their new lives.” 

To her credit, Kelisande did not dismiss the matter outright. She was clearly distressed at the notion, but she was considering it. “What you ask isn’t as easy as you think, Silvereyes.” Thaelea nodded. “I don’t think it’s easy at all. But it will be profitable, for both of us.” Keli groaned at the thought. She was torn. Of course, the appeal of a hefty profit was great, but so was the danger of being caught. The Sin’dorei lied down on her back, hands running through her long, flat hair. “You’re talking about enough Bloodthistle to survive a small Elven populace. People would notice if that much Bloodthistle was disappearing from the market in Quel’Thalas.” Thaelea at once shook her head. “No, not the whole population. The point is to make money. The smaller the supply and higher the demand, the more we make. I want you to procure enough to supply a portion of the Ren’dorei population. When word spreads about it, more will want it, and the price will skyrocket.” 

The monetary argument seemed to do much to sway Kelisande. Emerald eyes darted from side to side as the question of whether to proceed or not was batted around mentally. The risk was enormous, but the payout may be, as well. Even with Grimscale pocketing the bulk of the profits, Kelisande still stood to make a small fortune. “How would we ship it south? You realize, I’m sure, that I can’t just ship cargo from Sunsail to Stormwind.” Thaelea nodded. “You’re the ruffian, Keli. You must know someone who would chance some governmental scrutiny to carry some cargo across the lines.” Kelisande sat up and scratched at the back of her head. “I know one who might. He’s a pirate-turned-privateer.” She groaned at the thought of the man. “He’s the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever known, but he knows how to run a ship; been raiding shipping coming out of Stormwind for years.” Thaelea lofted a brow. “Is he trustworthy?” Keli snort-chuckled, almost to the point of hysterical laughter. “Have you ever known a pirate to be trustworthy? He does have a surprisingly strict business policy, though, very insistent on honoring the terms of a contract so long as he’s paid. His name is Dawnstride; he captains the Red Reaper.” Thaelea nodded. She had reservations about entrusting delivery to such a man, but what choice did she have? “Then...it’s a deal?” She stared expectantly at Kelisande with the faintest hint of a smile. The other Elf gave a sigh, but nodded her head. “Yes, it’s a deal.” 

Thaelea’s face lit up at the agreement. “Thank you, Keli. You won’t regret it. Your name will never be used and you will make good money from this, I swear.” The golden-haired Elf nodded as she stood up. “I trust you, Silvereyes. Just don’t give me reason to regret it, alright?” Lea nodded and let out a slow breath. The agreement came as a great relief to her. It’s not that she had a lot riding on this, but to have forged some kind of connection with a friend from back home, it meant a great deal to her. “Did you eat before you disembarked? We can get a meal, if you’re hungry.” Keli shook her head. “I’m not hungry, thanks. But now that we’re done with business, how about something more personal?” Thaelea blinked. “Personal? Is something wrong?” Keli flashed an ivory grin at the Warlock as she approached her. Lea looked away uncomfortably, but failed to move or shift away. Kelisande placed herself before Lea, hands pressed firm to the table on either side of the woman. It was as though she had trapped Lea there. “You didn’t think I came all this way just to talk business, did you?” 

A plum-shaded blush appeared on Lea’s cheeks; her head turned away. “Kelisande, it’s been a long time…” The hushed words did little to dissuade Keli. “Makes it all the more enjoyable, doesn’t it?” She lifted a hand to grasp Lea’s jaw and turn her face forward again. “Don’t tell me a year in Stormwind has made you forget the fun we used to have.” Lea’s brow furrowed. Unable to turn her head, she instead shifted her eyes to the side. “My father needed your family, Keli. It wasn’t real.” Again, the words failed to deter the Sin’dorei. “It never stopped you before. Didn’t stop me, either.” Kelisande stared at her ‘prey’ with half-lidded eyes. There was clear intent in her words, and it made Thaelea squirm. One can only guess at the extent of their familiarity, but there was history, here. “Keli...This isn’t-” Lea’s voice was stayed by an abrupt kiss. Crimson lips crashed against violet ones and Lea’s eyes went wide as Keli’s closed. 

The tender embrace only deepened. At first, Lea was caught in a state of shock. Kelisande was never one to take no for an answer, but the Ren’dorei still hadn’t expected this. The sense of panic that originally struck with the joining of lips faded, replaced by a gradual acceptance. Lea’s eyes closed; her hands rose to hold the sides of Keli’s head. Two Elven heads shifted and tilted in the ongoing kiss while Kelisande pressed forward, urging Lea to lie back. But this was the breaking point. The feeling of those lips that she had known so well in the past was a pleasant reminder of her old life, but that’s all it was. A reminder. Thaelea turned her head, forcibly tearing her lips away. “No, stop.” 

Thaelea pushed Keli aside and stepped away. Her hand covered her mouth while the mind processed what just happened. “I’m sorry, Kelisande...We can’t do this.” The Sin’dorei was visibly disappointed by the rejection, golden brows knitted in disapproval. “Why not? Don’t pretend you don’t like it. You never had a problem with sex between friends, before.” The Ren’dorei shut her eyes. “It’s...not the same, Keli. We both know that you don’t stop there.” Verdant eyes narrowed. The comment sparked a moment of anger. “Is that so wrong? Are you holding a grudge because I wanted more than just a quick lay? Lea, we could have been-” Thaelea turned around abruptly to face the woman. “Stop!” Though she raised her voice, there was no anger in the tone. If anything, she was concerned about hurting the woman. “Keli, we would never have worked before. How do you think this would work now? Are you going to keep sneaking away to see a Ren’dorei lover? There’s no happily ever after, here.” The words were meant more as an effort to dissuade Kelisande than anything. Amethyst hues closed and Lea took a deep breath. “There’s someone else, Keli.” The revelation hit the Sin’dorei like a ton of bricks. She stood in silence for some time, completely speechless. Keli’s eyes shifted back and forth. Someone else? After a moment, she found the fortitude to look Thaelea in the eye again. “Who? Did you pledge yourself to one of the other damned Ren’dorei?” Lea winced. It was no secret that the Elves of Quel’Thalas had no love for the kin that they exiled. She had hoped that Keli would be different, but it seemed that the sentiment was the same, with only Lea being the exception. “No.” She finally answered. “She’s...a Human. The group I work for belongs to her.” Kelisande turned away, a mix of frustration of disgust taking hold in her mind. “A Human, Thaelea? What is wrong with you? Did she give you a good screw and you got attached?” Again, Lea winced. Keli knew better than to dismiss her ‘friend’ as nothing but a tramp. But she was angry and hurt; that she lashed out wasn’t all that surprising. The truth of the matter was far less interesting. “We’ve never been together like that. She doesn’t like women.” Keli rolled her eyes and let out a laugh that was equal parts annoyance and smug satisfaction. “You’re an idiot.”

Silence permeated the room. Thaelea knew that all this was a momentary frustration. Keli would settle if she just had a moment, and so the Warlock gave her own. It worked. After a few moments without speaking, Kelisande sighed. “You’re going to tear yourself apart with this, loving someone who doesn’t love you. Take it from someone who knows.” Thaelea’s expression soured as her ears wilted. She didn’t delight in disappointing Kelisande, but Lea can’t help who she loves. I wonder if this is how Covie feels. The Elf dwelled on the thought briefly before answering Keli. “I know.” The Sin’dorei took up her knapsack and made for the door. “I appreciate the effort, but you’ll understand if I don’t want to say.” Lea’s mood sank further. So much for reconnecting with someone from home. “But..There’s still more to do.” Kelisande shook her head. “We’ll hammer everything out in letters. I can’t be here right now. I’m sorry. I’ll send a letter to Darkshire again when I’m ready to proceed.” Keli paused only briefly on her way out the door. She looked over her shoulder at Lea once more. “Take care of yourself, Silvereyes.” And just like that, she was gone. 

Thaelea was left alone in the room she had procured for Kelisande to stay the night. Such a long journey, and she was gone in a matter of minutes. The whole endeavor had resulted in a mixture of success and failure. On the bright side, Lea had secured the Bloodthistle shipments she had wanted. It would never be the cornerstone of Grimscale, but in the short term, it would provide a considerable amount of revenue as the company aims to acquire new inventory for resale. But on a personal side, the meeting was a failure. Lea had hoped to create a lasting bond with an old friend. Those hopes were dashed because that same friend wanted more than friendship from her, which she couldn’t give. The irony was not lost on her. Regardless, at least Grimscale would benefit and grow as a result of her efforts. Covie’s ambitions seemed to grow daily, and no matter what, Thaelea would do whatever she could to help achieve them. 

Meanwhile, as Thaelea began her journey home, Kelisande had already managed to secure passage back across the sea. The small freighter had little in the way of comfort, but Kelisande had her own cabin with a cot to sleep in. What more could she ask for? As she sat on the edge of said cot, the Sin’dorei held in her grasp a hand-held mirror. The reflective surface glew with an ominous, green light. “It’s as you thought. She wanted to setup a business arrangement.” The Elf spoke to the mirror, though there was nothing in it, not even her own reflection. A voice, however, answered back. “Predictable. And I had thought she might mature a bit more in her exile.” “She’s in love. I..wasn’t expecting that.” “Irrelevant.” “How can...Yes, of course. What should I do?” “You struck a bargain. Honor it, for now. She seems to have forgotten the bargain she’s already made. I’ll have to remind her of it.” “You’re not going to hurt her, are you?” “That’s not your concern, girl. Do as you are bid, no more, no less. Perform well, and your father’s debts will be settled. Fail, and your family will be reduced to ashes.” “I understand...As you will, lord Solarsphere.”

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Mercenaries or Criminals?

“That’s not how we do things.”

Dark violet eyes bore a hole right through her after she’d spoken, a look of both patience and contempt on the Ren'dorei’s too-perfect features. “That’s not how you -did- things, Ms. Soames. That is about to change.”

Standing up from the table tucked into the corner of the bar, Covie looked around the room slowly, noting those that still lingered despite the early hour of the morning. The Keeper prided herself on running a company that had standards, that were able to retrieve even the most dangerous and difficult to obtain items… so long as the price was right. Was this really any different? His voice cut through her thoughts.

“The only difference is that you’re the one setting up the contract, as opposed to a client. Otherwise, aside from the larger cut you’ll receive, name the issue.”

She couldn’t, and she wanted to slap that smirk right off his face. Hating to admit it, Varelios was right. They were mercenaries; they fulfilled almost any contract brought to them, so long as it didn’t violate the only two rules they had. After all, mercenaries were accepted, criminals were not. 

But this job was…. different. It had to be. It’s what separated them from being full-on criminals. Wasn’t it? Her hands gripped the back of her chair as she blew out a steady breath, eyes closing.

It had to be different…

And even then, a simple nod was finally given after several moments of silence from the woman. “I’ll be in touch.”

“Don’t wait too long, Ms. Soames. Opportunities like this don’t last long.” His voice was quiet, words spoken with confidence as he brushed by her and disappeared into the night before she could respond.

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Homecoming: A Hero’s Sojourn

Writting by: Harlocke Lavidiant

“HARLOCKE THORYM LAVIDIANT IS INNOCENT.” A voice that was reminiscent of thunder boomed, and the entirety of the Courtroom and its officials turned quickly to see who was causing the disturbance. 

“Order in this Royal Court!” The Justice banged his gavel, calling forth everyone’s attention to the Tribunal. Still, half the heads remained on this giant of a man, clad in armor and a Baradin tabard. “We are in the middle of announcing the verdict for this man on charges of Piracy and Treason, as submitted by Lieutenant-Commander Kildras Blackthorn of The Royal Baradin Legions. No more witnesses are to be called. You are ordered at this time to remove yourself from the presence of the Tribunal.”

Harlocke and Kildras both had a flicker of recognition for the man, though it was faint. At that moment, the gargantuan figure removed his greathelm and motioned for his men to enter the building behind him, presenting his banner. “By the First Military Order, Article A, Subsection 27-C, only the highest ranking Alliance commander may bring such charges of Treason and by virtue Piracy, which is defined as treasonous in action by itself, against the sworn denizens of an Alliance sanctioned nation, colony, or city, town, village. Lieutenant-Commander Kildras Blackthorn has been relieved of his duty as ranking officer, as I have returned to my station well within my right. I am the High Justicar, Commander Thorym Lavidiant, Lord-Arbiter of Tol Barad and highest ranking Alliance officer governing the affairs of sanctioned citizens of Tol Barad. I hereby drop all charges against Harlocke Lavidiant, and urge this court to dismiss the case as it no longer has legal grounds to stand upon.” The Justice motioned Thorym forward, and he marched valiantly across the court, lawbook in hand and opened to the exact page he recited from. There was no doubt to the defendant or the plaintiff, this was the Hero of Baradin Hold-- Harlocke’s father. After just a few moments of confirmation, the Tribunal announced dismissal of the case. The mighty mountain of a man approached Kildras. “You are dismissed. Return to Northrend where you were before your replacement at Tol Barad.” Blackthorn grimaced and saluted, his direct superior having condemned him to the most tedious of tasks.

Standing with a sigh, the lawkeeper closed his Titansteel-framed, enchanted leather tome and locked it so it would remain closed. Letting it dangle from the chain about his waist, he finally turned to make eye contact with Harlocke. 

One eye met his gaze, and a scowl followed when the younger of the two looked away. “Hello, Harlocke.” Boomed Thorym’s voice, almost causing him to wince. “You’ve gotten yourself into trouble, now, haven’t you? I told you to keep good care of our home in my absence.”

“... Hello, Father. I’ve done my best.”

“-- Come, let us take a walk, my son.”

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Covie Soames - LF Contact

THE BASICS

Age:  21

Race:  Human

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Unmarried / taken

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair: Black, long

Eyes: Green

Height: 5′8″

Build: Average, but toned

PERSONAL

Profession: Mercenary

Hobbies: Horticulture, hemomancy, gambling, brawling

Residence: A ship off the coast of Tol Barad

Birthplace: Stormwind City

Fears: What’s -in- the sea, spiders, losing her family/company

TRAITS

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful 

RP HOOKS

Grimscale Mercenaries: Her work is her life, and she is open to taking most any contracts for the company and herself. Contracts can include almost anything, as she believes everything can be done for the right price. This also includes treasure hunting! Having been raised in the lifestyle from her father, then her brother, she has always been involved in various circles in one way or another. (Guild tumblr can be found here)!

Blood Magic / Hemomancy: Covie is self-taught, and learning slowly due to caution when it comes to hemomancy. Any sort of guidance, or experiments would be accepted!

Brawling:  Often found in the brawlpub, Covie enjoys both participating, and watching the brawls that take place. Gambling and drinking go hand in hand.

Black Market:  Covie has had a heavy hand in the black market for some time, often retrieving hard-to-obtain items to put up for sell/auction. 

Misc: I can work with mostly anything. I love RPing things from alchemy to blood magic to animal companions. I often initiate walk-ups in game, and have no problem with one-off scenes. Adventure RP is fantastic as well. 

WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR

Any sort of RP, so long as it’s quality RP. I prefer to RP in game, though discord RP is welcome from time to time. Tumblr is limited, as I don’t enjoy a full scene taking place in this avenue. Asks are always welcomed, along with short interactions. 

I’m looking for friendships, enemies, or anything in between. Past familial relationships are welcomed, so long as we can make it fit with the characters. Healthy competitions/rivalries are also enjoyed.(as far as work matters go)

CONTACT INFORMATION

Tumblr: This is it

In WoW as:  Cóvie or Covié  (dual class until transition into hunter is complete IC). 

(For potential reblogs: @wraconnect @wracentral @the-royal-courier)

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Grimscale Mercenaries

Covetous

1: marked by inordinate desire for wealth or possessions or for another's possessions

2: having a craving for possession

What Are We?

Covetous Intent, known ICly as “Grimscale Mercenaries”, is a community-oriented (Alliance) guild with a multi-faceted nature. On the surface, we are a mercenary company, banding together in search of profit and adventure. Officially, the company is under contract by Baradin’s Wardens, putting our talents to good use on the island of Tol Barad.

Beneath the surface, however, Grimscale is more than just a collection of mercenaries. The group operates outside the bounds of Alliance law, working within the seedy underbelly of society for its own benefit. Mercenaries sell their swords for profits, but why stop there? The underworld is a veritable gold mine. Intimidation, assassination, black market dealings, racketeering, brothels. If there is a profit to be made, Grimscale is likely to be involved.

Our Mission:

Interesting, character-driven roleplay is the name of the game. Well, actually the name of the game is World of Warcraft, but you get the point. We are a guild that seeks quality RP from our members and from players associated with other guilds or those unassociated entirely.  Our first priorities are weaving an in-depth narrative and creating a broad appeal within the RP community. Our goal is not only quality and drama-free roleplay for ourselves, but to build lasting connections with guilds of like mind and foster the growth of inter-guild and server-wide events.

Is Grimscale For You?

We like to think of ourselves as a friendly bunch, and we are happy to consider any legitimate interest in membership. Our membership is most active in the evening, and events are typically scheduled in the 5PM-6PM (sever) range. The guild is comprised of adults over the age of 18 and as such has adult-themed OOC discussion. We aim to foster a pleasant and friendly OOC environment while also striving for high-quality storytelling. That being said, we realize that our guild is not everyone’s cup of tea. Our IC focus is on the shadier side of society. Those seeking to play a true hero of the Alliance or a ‘knight in shining armor’ may not find fulfillment in Grimscale.

How to Join:

Please navigate to our tumblr page and submit an application. Grimscale has a set limit to the number of players we’ll accept as a whole. If you have questions, feel free to reach out via tumblr, or find an officer in game: Cóvie, Vurim, or Thaêlea.

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Beautiful art of Covie by Nyxaria! 

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Covie Soames, Keeper of Grimscale Mercenaries

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Opportunity & Change

Footsteps of the armored guards that flanked the raven-haired woman echoed throughout the winding tunnels located below the earth’s surface with every step taken against the metal plates that made up the flooring. The woman said nothing, her gaze forward, posture straight, an air of confidence surrounding her. But those metal, rhythmic sounds were suddenly swallowed up and replaced by wailing that came from an unknown entity further down the tunnels towards the cells that she’d not passed by on her way in. There was no reaction given, gaze flicking briefly towards the darkness of a tunnel further ahead, but was otherwise dismissed. 

It smelled of rusted metal, sweat, blood, and something she couldn’t quite place, but figured it was better not to know, not to wonder. The letter that had brought her to the prison of Tol Barad was held loosely in one hand, and the Warden’s offer replayed in her mind from their meeting held only moments prior. The way she repeatedly tapped it gently against her leg was the only betrayal of any sort of nerves. 

Finally, they exited the tunnel system, a steady, deep breath taken in of the fresh air, and Covie moved towards the massive garn that waited patiently, while the two guards remained at their station near the entrance. There were no words spoken as she stepped away, climbed into the saddle with ease, took up the reins, and began to make her way off of the island. She knew she was being watched, but it meant little, despite being a bit unnerving. In truth, this entire island was unnerving. One could easily feel the magic that settled here, not only from the protective wards that kept the prisoners in check (and often failed), but in the very soil itself. It lingered everywhere, and it felt like a thick blanket that had settled over her form. It felt… dark. Even the guards weren’t exactly ‘right’. 

But the thought was dismissed as Silo loped towards the imposing metal architecture that was the center bridge connecting the two islands. The garn was pulled to a stop at the center, and Covie took a moment to simply look from one side to the other. The same location, with two very different ‘vibes’ coming from both, and though she’d always known the prison was there, and who it housed, the Keeper had never actually traveled onto the Southern island before; there’d been no reason to. Until this morning, anyway. While Tol Barad Peninsula had become her home over the last several months, there had never been a thought given to the other island. But this offer… this would change things. 

A single, light tug on the reins was given before Silo continued to lope towards the peninsula, and she guided him to the western side, where the massive graveyard was located. Every now and then, word was spread about restless spirits, and a failed attempt at raising those that were put to rest here. Her emerald gaze swept over the various headstones and crosses, and knew what trouble could rise from this particular area. But overall, this wasn’t high on the list of concerns, and she moved on to the north. 

A wide berth was given to the center location of the peninsula where the thick webs were seen from nearly any location on the island itself. She couldn’t help but shudder at the reminder that Harlocke had taken refuge with her inside one of the thick, sticky webs meant to entrap prey, and her stomach rolled. Covie -hated- spiders. Feared them, even. The woman ‘noped’ right out of investigating that particular death trap, and moved on. As she toured the island, she noted potential problems that would need to be dealt with, locations that were prime for housing for those within the company, and those that would frequent the area, though her little tour ended with Rustberg Village.

It was known for the pirates that docked here, trade done amongst them all down near the harbor. So long as there wasn’t massive bloodshed, the Warden’s let them be, and it didn’t seem as if there was any one entity they all answered to. Instead, chaos erupted now and then, but matters were typically handed amongst themselves. Those that stayed for longer than a few hours often made their way to the nearby inn that Covie had come quite fond of, as of late. The chefs were amazing, the booze was always in stock, and even the waitstaff were enjoyable company.

All of it mattered, and the offer given was one that could lead to…. So many other opportunities not only for Covie, but for Grimscale as a whole. Already, she envisioned this place to be something more, something worthwhile, and the more the thoughts continued to develop, the tighter her hands gripped the leather reins. It meant big changes to what she had already set in place for Grimscale, but change was meant to be embraced, as far as she was concerned. Even the plans she hadn’t yet implemented could be twisted and tweaked in order to fit with this new vision of hers. 

One thing at a time, though. While the offer wasn’t accepted yet, assurances needed to be in place before she could speak to the Warden with confidence. The first was to speak to a few key members of Grimscale, seeds planted in regards to the grand opportunity this all would mean, that would only flourish later. They would adapt to this change and settle into a semi-new role… or they would leave. It was as simple as that. 

There was only one the Keeper believed would have an issue, and there was no choice but to keep him, an asset he was that couldn’t be let go. But only when she had answers to it all would she seek him out and attempt to turn this into a benefit for him. But for now…. 

The scaled charm at her wrist warmed as she sought out Thaelea, her voice slipping through the Ren'dorei’s mind quietly. “I need to see you. I’ll meet you at the emissary portal in Tol Barad." 

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The Ring

Written by: Thaelea Solarsphere

A full moon shone over Duskwood that evening. The bright light from the celestial body was more than enough to make even the gloomy Darkshire look more pleasant. People were out and about in the city square, mingling and doing business. Thaelea had returned home early that evening, after once again being abandoned by Covie after she initiated a brief conversation. That woman will never tire of running away after a quick chat. Once she had procured some vegetables in the square, Lea returned to her modest manor on the outskirts of town.

“Saraena, I’m home” she called as she crossed the threshold and shut the door behind her. “Welcome home, mom” her daughter answered, but of course didn’t bother actually coming to greet Lea. The girl may be only four months old, but she behaved like a teenager. Thaelea didn’t make an issue of it, leaving Saraena to her own plans while she tended to some work. It had been a week since she had stumbled across a crate full of allegedly magically-infused objects. Though she had given everything within a cursory glance, the Ren’dorei  had little time or desire to fully investigate each one, apart from rooting out a few random trinkets that had no supernatural value at all. Now that she had some spare time, Lea chose to sit down at the desk in her private study, pick one of the items, and really examine it.

None of the objects within the crate had seemed particularly unique or power, not enough to give her a reason to focus on that one specifically. Instead, Thaelea just dug her hand into the sack she had placed them all in and drew one out at random. It wasn’t the torn bear or the calcified horn, which she expected considering their size. No, Lea drew out a ring. The trinket was nothing special; a simple golden band with a minor diamond. It was lovely, in its way, but to an Elf of noble upbringing, it was unimpressive. Lea was poised to set it aside and draw again, but noticed an inscription on the inside of the band: “For the one whose love could not be bought.” A curious message. It wasn’t all that odd, really, but it was enough that Thaelea took an interest. 

The Ren’dorei placed the ring on a mat atop her desk. The mat itself, made of velvet, had a circle runes; the ring placed in the very center. With the ring in place, the runes began to glow a faint pinkish-violet. The arrangement was meant to nullify any native magic in the object beyond the circle, preventing, in theory, any harmful effects from getting out of control. From there, Lea leveled her hand over the ring, her palm and digits glowing a mix of purple and green as she probed the ring. There wasn’t a terribly large amount of magic in the ring, suggesting that its abilities were limited. Even so, there was still magic within the ring. Was it Arcane? No, Arcane had a more neutral feel, and this was most certainly not neutral. Fel? No, far too stable. Perhaps...Void. Yes, that was it. There was a core of void magic buried within the ring.

“Why would someone imbue a ring with Void magic?” she asked aloud to herself. Void was a curious choice of magic to use to amplify an object. Arcane, Fel, even Elemental magics provided a more direct and overt power-boost. Void was less pronounced, working more subtly rather than augmenting a person’s raw potential. Was someone trying to drive another mad, she thinks to herself.  Or maybe affect personality? Thaelea shook her head. “No, the inscription is the clue. ‘For someone whose love could not be bought’. Now what could that mean?” Void magic was not something that usually went hand in hand with love. In theory, it’s possible that the magic was imbued after the inscription, to affect someone after they had already become familiar with the ring. Possible, but the Ren’dorei was certain that the inscription and the Void magic went hand in hand. “Maybe-” a knock came at the door, not the study’s, but the house’s. 

“I’ll be right there!” Thaelea yelled. She took one more look at the ring, then turned in her seat to rise, only to find the face of her daughter directly in hers. “What’s that?” Saraena asked, eyes locked on the  ring. Thaelea jumped. It was bad enough that she had failed to hear her daughter enter, but to not sense the presence of her magic at atll? That was shocking. “Saraena, what are you-” The younger Solarsphere, not waiting for her mother’s answer, reached out and took the ring into her hand. “It’s pretty. Can I have it?” Lea’s eyes widened, beyond shocked. “Saraena! Put that down immediately!” The girl giggles mischievously and quickly darts out of the study. “What does it do?” She yelled back Thaelea leapt from her chair and ran after her daughter in a state of near-panic. Who knows what magic Saraena was exposing herself to?

The knock at the door repeated. This time, Lea ignored it. She was much too occupied trying to catch her daughter. “Saraena! This is not a game! Give it to me, -now-!” Of course, the child ignored her mother. She ran into the kitchen, putting the table between her and her mother. “Tell me what it does and I’ll give it back.” “You spoiled child, this is not a negotiation!” “Did Covie propose?” “SARAENA!” Thaelea made an effort to lunge across the table, hoping to grasp the ring from Saraena’s hand, but the girl is quicker on her feet. She dodged the grab, then sprinted out to the living area. “Mother, someone is knocking at the door! We can’t be rude, can we?” As Thaelea pushed herself off the surface of the table, she groans. Maybe father’s way was best, she thought to herself before chasing after her daughter. 

By the time Thaelea caught up to her daughter, Saraena had slipped the ring onto her finger. Lea froze upon the realization, momentarily watching her child for an effect. “Saraena...Take that off.” The girl rolled her eyes. “You worry too much, mom.” Ignoring Lea, yet again, she left the ring on her finger and opened the door. It was Mr. Cromwell, the grocer from the square. “Please pardon the interruption, Lady Solarsphere.” Though it was Saraena at the door, the middle-aged man spoke past her to Thaelea. “You forgot the apples you purchased.” The elder Solarsphere smiled, though it was clear she was nervous. “Thank you, Mr. Cromwell. That’s very kind of you to bring them. Saraena, go put them in the kitchen, alright?” The girl didn’t move. “Saraena?” 

Thaelea could not see it, but her daughter stared at the man before her almost in awe. “Is...something wrong, ma’am?” Mr. Cromwell looked uneasy, The young lady just gazed at him. “Saraena? Are you ok? Thaelea moved closer to her daughter, the concern plain on her face. What is the ring doing to her? Before Lea reaches the girl, Saraena moved forward, thrusting herself against Mr. Cromwell in order to kiss him, and not just a small peck. Thaelea’s jaw dropped. “Saraena!” Poor Mr. Cromwell looked as though he had seen a ghost. He tried to step back, but Saraena would not allow it. When she finally peeled herself away, she gazed longingly up at the taller man. “You are such a kind man, a generous man. What more can a woman ask for in a husband?” That was enough. Thaelea abruptly stepped forward and pulled her daughter away. “My apologies, Mr. Cromwell. My daughter is...unwell. She’s been running a fever.” “Mother, let me go. You have no right to stand in my way.”

“QUIET!” “Mother, I love him! Let me go!” 

The Elves pushed and pulled at one another briefly. “Keep the apples, Mr. Cromwell. I need a word with my daughter.” Lea pushed Saraena back then swiftly shut the door. She’d have to deal with Cromwell, later. 

Saraena groaned her protest at having been forcibly separated. “It’s not fair, mom! You have no right to lecture me about the affairs of the heart!” There was no mistaking what had brought this on. Saraena had shown no interest in the man at any point before. As far as Lea knew, she had never even met the man. Her amethyst hues fell to the ring on Saraena’s finger. “Saraena...Give me the ring.” The young woman looked briefly at her hand, then stepped back. “No. It’s mine. He gave it to me. We’re going to be married.” Thaelea sighed. “Just...let me have it back for a moment. I need to look at something. I promise you can have it back.” It was a lie, but Lea couldn’t be burdened with rigid honesty at the moment. Even so, Saraena refused, covering the ring with the opposite hand. “Saraena!” Lea yelled, but her daughter still refused. “Saraena, I’m very sorry about this.” Lea nodded, but not to her daughter. It was obvious that her gaze was on something behind her. Saraena took note of Lea’s line of sight, and swiftly turned around. She found a succubus, one of her mother’s many servants. The demon looked into the girl’s eyes. “Shh, don’t resist, child. It is so much more enjoyable if you surrender.” It was a seduction spell, used by succubi to incapacitate their targets. 

The look in the demon’s eyes was mesmerizing. Saraena froze in place, caught in a trance-like state. Lea took the opportunity to quickly relieve her daughter of the ring. “Thank you, Fereya. Everything is fine now.” The succubus nodded and broke its hold over the younger Solarsphere before fading away into the shadows. Saraena blinked twice, confused at what had just happened. “Wh...what happened? Mom?” Lea stepped up behind her, placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “It’s alright, love. You were under the effect of an enchantment. You were….not yourself. Why don’t you go lie down for a while? We’ll discuss this further, later.” Lea turned to return to her study, pausing briefly to add “Along with the need for a child to show proper -respect- to her mother.” Saraena nodded with ears wilted. She may not have remembered exactly transpired, but her memory of seizing the ring was very clear. 

Upon returning to her study, Lea locked the door this time. She placed the ring back into the nullification zone on the mat. “So, you do have a use” she remarks aloud. The brief incident with Saraena and Mr. Cromwell, while troubling, had proved to be useful. Judging from the events that took place, the ring seemed to inspire feelings of love in the wearer. And not just love, but the impression that the wearer is engaged to be married. But there were still questions that needed answering. Saraena had taken the ring herself, it had not been given to her, yet she believed Mr. Cromwell had given it to her. Perhaps it has something to do with him being the first person she saw after putting the ring on? If nothing else, this explained why Void magic was chosen. No magic affects the minds of people like Void magic. Whether driving them mad, altering personalities, or even completely dominating a mind, Void magic is the go-to. 

Thaelea sat back against the chair, drumming her fingers on her desk as she stared at the ring. The effect of the object was interesting enough, but she found herself more intrigued by the story behind it. She mused aloud to herself, “You could not buy love, so you created and imposed it, instead. How devious of you.” The way she spoke was as if the ring’s maker was standing right beside her. As treacherous as such an object was, the Elf couldn’t help but admire the work that went into it. The amount of magic within was so small, and yet it had such a powerful effect. The corner of her lips tugged upward as Lea took on a lop-sided smile. She reached over to the bracelet on her wrist, opening a comm line to an individual, rather than the entire group. “Covie, darling, I have something interesting to show you. Are you busy tomorrow?” 

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Weakness

Covie didn’t simply walk away from Svarr after turning away from the man, she ran. She sprinted until her legs ached with every step, and her lungs burned with every breath. Even then, she didn’t stop. The physical pain was welcomed, though it came nowhere close to matching what she felt in her heart; was there anything that even would?

It wasn’t until she reached the far side of the sea along the southern coast of Westfall that the woman dropped down in the sand, unable to go any further. Her breathing was ragged, her body trembled, and her stomach rolled. And still, she looked around wildly, despair filling her to the point of illness. Those tears that had been held back suddenly let loose, hot against her lashline before rolling down her cheeks in steady streams. Here, alone, she could be pathetic, she could be sad, and she could cry. No one would see her, and no one would judge her for it.

Ayla? Gone.

Daegan? Gone. 

The two that had been with her since she was but a child, teaching her, growing together, and becoming a trio that had been unstoppable in more ways than one. The two were people who knew her better than she knew herself, just as she’d known them. The only two that she showed her true self to, that she relied on in every way to keep her grounded, to support her, and she them. And now… she was lost, her heart feeling like it had literally been broken from the pain she felt in her chest. Every beat of the muscle, every breath she took…. hurt. 

Without warning even to herself, Covie tipped her head back, and let out a ear-shattering scream. It likely only lasted moments, but it felt like a life-time, her throat sore and voice hoarse by the end of it. The sound of the sea swallowed up her scream, carrying it away on the wind. Her eyes opened as she looked out over the rolling and crashing waves of the ocean, then felt her stomach turn violently. 

Crawling away frantically, she hunched over and threw up, and even when there was nothing left in her system, her stomach heaved.  Her arm curled around her abdomen as she moved away, then sank down in the sand again and simply stared at the sea. Daegan has left for reasons of his own, but Covie was no fool, and neither were the others. She loved him with all that she had, but not in the way he’d loved her. They would never ‘be,’ and last night, she’d finally allowed her feelings for Harlocke to be shown, a simple gesture because she believed that she ‘deserved happiness.’

How… foolish. 

How… selfish. 

Daegan could tell Svarr it was for purpose, for being something he was meant to be, and while it was true in part, she also wasn’t under the delusion that it had nothing to do with her. It wasn’t vain if it was truth. 

Her head dropped back and she searched the skies, Daegan and Svarr’s beliefs whipping through her mind, that were slowly becoming her own beliefs. And there in the sand, she got to her knees, and she prayed to whichever god might be listening that they kept him safe, that they guided him, knowing he needed it now more than ever. He’d walked away from them, but it was also to better the man that he was. Even in her grief, Covie knew that. 

She would be strong before she headed back to the others, even if it was false. A smile in place of a frown, laughter instead of tears. Covie could ‘fake it’ with the best of them, and no one would know. A leader that fell to her emotions? That would never be respected. 

But for the moment… she was alone, and she could be pathetically weak. 

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Foresight

Written by: Dustace Farrow

It was hard for him to say it but Dusty was quite the lucky one. At least, in the grand scale of things so far. When the druid felt himself slipping into panic or despair, he had men and women around him who thought themselves close enough to help him. Even at the moment when he had informed others that Sam would be away for a while, they all looked at him immediately in concern for how he felt. They all called him out when Dusty said that he was alright and they all offered whatever support they could. Dusty was lucky. Thaelea had sought out the druid after his fervent working at the office and offered him kinder words than most would expect from her.

"Sam has conquered death. Nothing will keep her away from you forever."

There was a part of Dusty that wished Thaelea would show such kindness to more than just him and Covie but he knew that she was an elf with layers. Sort of like an onion. That was a conversation for a different day as, right now, Dusty was not trying to think of everything at once. Was such a thing possible for him? It was very apparent very quickly to anyone who was around him that Dustace was someone who thought it necessary to help people whenever there was any unhappiness. It was easily a virtue as well as a flaw because, well, the man did like to take it too far to the point of being considered nosy.

However, that thought process required too much energy for what he had right now and he only felt it necessary to put on some mental blinders and just take things one step at a time. After Thaelea had gone home, Dusty had taken up Covie on her offer of staying the night at her home with her and Harlocke. Covie herself had already been home but Dusty hadn't seen much light inside so he simply laid in his black sabre cat form on the front porch, lightly falling asleep. He was content to stay there all night long and to not intrude but Harlocke arrived soon after, demanding that Dusty come inside and insisting that he wasn't intruding.

So, there he laid. A large black sabre was curled up on the edge of a bearskin that was warmed in front of a fire while Covie and Harlocke cuddled under blankets and pillows nearby on the same rug. Should it have felt degrading to sleep at their feet like a house cat? Maybe, but it was quite comforting in this form. Perhaps it was the cat portion of his brain that enjoyed it but the rest of him was simply relieved to not have to face a night alone in his and Sam's home so soon. He would be able to tomorrow perhaps but...this was helpful.

Sleep came slowly but when it did, it felt quick, instant. Dusty had spent so much time thinking about the moment one falls asleep that it was starting to feel like a memory, like he could describe falling into a state of only half function where he was whisked away to one of two places: the fantastical world of his own imagination or the pure nothingness of deep slumber. Which would tonight be?

His eyes opened, or he thought they did, but he saw nothing. Dusty felt the motions of turning and looking around but it was eternal nothing, darkness. Yet, he didn’t feel suffocated by the nothingness like one would expect. The druid felt so very small as if he was in something so large that it could not be comprehended. It stayed that way for a time that he could not describe for it felt like all of the time in the world and only a second at the same time, an infinite amount of time stuck within but a moment. His presence looked upwards to where a single dot of light could be seen in the dark. A star.

The moment that the worgen tried to focus on it was the moment that it became blindingly bright. The star grew into many at either side, great celestial wings exploding out to both sides with that star in the center. Dusty squinted to try and limit how much he took in at once but the awe inspiring sight only grew. The massive starfield of wings only expanded farther and farther to either side, seemingly going on forever as Dusty simply watched this formation happen. The stars moved all around him, turning the nothingness into everything, all colors.

Had he not been sure that he went to sleep at Covie’s house, Dusty would be questioning if he was high, but he had never had a trip like this, nor could he say if it was good or bad.

Dusty was slowly watching in a stunned state of dread and comfort mixing within his chest. All of the stars had started to slow and settle in their space. The worgen blinked again as there was a moment where he himself could settle and maybe try to understand what he saw. Well, he thought there would be. A deafening silence came before a roaring sound that echoed at a constant tone around him and he looked to that original star.

It was dimming and with it, every star on those massive wings were being rapidly sucked towards it, engulfed in its dim light as their pace picked up the closer they came to it. Dusty himself felt that pull, felt like there was immense weight pushing him towards it and there was nothing to hold. His presence moved closer to the dim light that only grew brighter and the noise only grew louder. He braced himself, the light engulfing everything he was.

His eyes opened.

Dusty stood in Stormwind as his normal worgen form. The cobbled streets felt real under his feet and the smell of the ocean wafting in was just as palpable as he had always known it to be. What was happening? This all seemed normal and very real for a dream. The druid stood on the balcony just above Lion’s Rest and before the Mage Quarter when he saw something that would not phase him but drew his eyes anyway. A small human child, maybe six or seven years old, running down the cobbled street until she tripped over a loose stone and fell to the ground. Her cries signaled a man, presumably her father, to come running over the short distance from where he was sitting on a bench and pick her up, dusting her off.

Dusty’s eyes did a double take, refocusing to see what he was seeing. The father had rushed over but he was also still sitting on that bench without a care in the world. He was in both places at once. How was this possible? Then, the same girl came running down the street again, falling in the same place in the exact same way and crying out in the same tone. The father on the bench came running over in the same way his previous version had, doing everything over again before he moved off carrying her in the exact direction and pace as the first identical father and daughter.

Dusty couldn’t blink. He was just watching in sheer confusion and shock for what he just saw. The worgen was still focusing on the spot the girl had fallen for a time before he turned his head to look out over the streets and the park. Every man, woman, and child was moving normally but there were two versions of them, one about six seconds before the other and paving the trail for what the second would do.

Dusty turned behind him to the tunnel that went up towards the Mage Quarter and his eyes fixed on a wooden cart being pushed down the cobbled tunnel by a dwarven man. It was a wooden cart, seemingly old and well used, filled with random metallic parts and tools. As he turned to watch him, the front wheel of the cart fell into a crack between the cobble, snapping off and toppling the whole thing to let bits and pieces fall across the stone street. The dismay of the dwarf was shown in his slumped shoulders.

The worgen that had been watching looked at it curiously, a thought crossing his mind. As Dusty looked back up the tunnel while the dwarf was slowly gathering his junk, what Dusty expected to see was there. That same dwarf, six seconds later, following the same path. This time, Dusty moved forward as the cart was rolling forward, his large hand shooting out to stop it much to the confusion of the second dwarf. Yet, Dusty paid him little mind as he turned to look at the six-second-future version of the cart pusher. That version that was picking up the pieces of his mess was slowly fading from thin air, gone before Dusty could blink again.

Dusty stood there in thought, not very much seeing as the cart pusher that was still existing shoved the worgen hand off and moved forward, cursing under his breath. The only thing that Dusty did look back for was to see that dwarf move along a similar path, but slightly different, very slightly. He moved forward but was just off course enough for his wheel to avoid that crack that he destroyed the alternate cart and continued on down the turn.

Where one version had gone one way, the other was pushed onto another path which made the first one leave existence altogether. Dusty barely had a moment to ponder further, thinking of exploring this more before he suddenly felt his weight lifting. His large eyes went wide as he was pulled off of the ground in one swift motion and his vision was filled with rapid light.

Not a second later, he felt like he was falling and his sabre cat head picked up quickly as he awoke in front of Covie’s fire. He breathed in, shocked awake from the sense of falling. The black cat looked over to see Covie and Harlocke still asleep and the grey light of dawn barely showing its existence. The druid couldn’t have been asleep but for a few hours but his mind was wide awake. He breathed out, the seeming dream processing in his mind for a while as he sat up and looked out the window in a far of stare.

It was the strangest dream that he had ever had, and being a druid, dreams meant far more than just being an active mind at the small hours of the night. Should he tell others what happened? Would they believe him? Did he even know what happened?

These were far too many questions before breakfast for Dusty’s liking.

[grimscale-mercenaries]

Midnight Madness

Written by: Thaelea Solarsphere

So much had happened this night. It began with a rather cordial conversation with Svarr, then to a few tense moments with Covie, and finally tears, again with Covie. The Grimscale Collector had abruptly resigned from the company. No one saw it coming. Daegan was shocked, and poor Dusty nearly succumbed to a panic attack. Thaelea, upon hearing of the outrageous event over the comm line, set off to talk some sense into Covie. Or, failing that, slap some sense into her. 

Things between Covie and Thaelea had been tense since the latter’s ejection from the company. Even after her return, matters had not settled. There was stubbornness and pride on both sides,  as well as a bit of awkwardness, given the open and admitted affection the Elf held for Covie. But when the news of her resignation from Grimscale came, Lea abandoned the ‘game’ that the two had been playing. Some things were more important than who was right or who apologized first. 

Daegan informed the Ren’dorei that Covie had retreated to Tol Barad, her favored locale of late. Without a moment’s hesitation, Lea followed, meeting Daegan at the inn on the island. After a few snippy remarks in the form of Daegan blaming Lea for this mess, and Thaelea resenting it, he led the woman across the island to a predetermined location. There was some magic at work, as Daegan placed on rune on the Elf’s hand before allowing her to go after Covie. Once found, Lea discovered Covie toying with Blood magic, as evidenced by a poor rabbit that exploded, showering both of them in blood and gore. Such an affair would have been shocking...any other time. For now, more important matters. 

Thaelea, ever her entitled, fiery self, demanded answers, going so far as grasping the collar of Covie’s dress. At first dismissive, Covie eventually made reference to Lea’s firing, which only enflamed the Elf further. After a heated exchange between the two regarding what had happened, who betrayed who, and whose hurt was greater, the standoff came to an end after Thaelea tearfully apologized, eliciting an apology from Covie as well, albeit an unnecessary one. With the tension rapidly disintegrating, Lea felt certain that Covie would come back to the fold. But to her horror, the woman refused to return. She assured Lea that she would not leave her, which admittedly, is what the Ren’dorei was most concerned with, but Covie still refused to return to Grimscale. Why?

In the moments after Covie’s refusal, Thaelea’s mind raced with thoughts. So many emotions raging within.  Why is she doing this?

Is this my fault? Another burden to bear?

Why now?

What could be-

And there it was. A single thought took hold in the Elf’s mind. Covie had been spending a great deal of time with Svarr, the ‘barbarian’ as Lea called him. He’d been showing her things, teaching her things. Rituals, visions, ideology, who knows what else? Yes, that must be the answer. Grimscale was Covie’s life, her family. That bond was the very thing that had enraged Covie so much at Thaelea, the elf having called the company ‘treacherous’ and ‘unreliable’. Yes, this explains it all. Svarr twisted and warped her. It’s his fault. 

After their emotional exchange, Covie politely suggested that Thaelea leave. The Elf was reluctant to go, but she did all the same. There was nothing more she could get from Covie tonight. But as she turned from the woman, she already began to simmer with rage. An idea had taken root in her mind. Svarr had to pay. This was all his fault. His teachings, his rituals, his damned visions. At no point did Covie even suggest a connection, but so desperate was Thaelea to explain what had just happened, her mind latched onto the only thing that made sense. A wretched barbarian had manipulated Covie into doing something horrible. This could not stand. 

Walking through the woods of Tol Barad, Lea’s blood boiled. A trail of dead animals, mostly stags, deer, and assorted small creatures, but no cats, of course. The poor things looked shriveled and lifeless. Thaelea had been draining their life essence right out of them. In her rage, she did to each of these things what she wanted to do to Svarr. Even a few stray demons, escaped from the prisons below, were drained of their essence and left to rot. Any living thing larger than an insect that had the misfortune of crossing the woman’s path at that time was felled by her magic. This proved most unfortunate to a particular group of Orcs. 

Tol Barad had largely been abandoned by the Alliance and Horde. No longer of strategic significance, the island was vulnerable to raiding parties, from both sides. One such raiding party, Orcish outriders, stumbled across Thaelea as she wandered down the main road. What easy prey she must have seemed. A singular Elf, alone on the road, with no apparent means of defense. They must have thought themselves fortunate. They were not. Thaelea was a woman easily underestimated. She herself said frequently that she was no fighter, and she wasn’t. But she didn’t need to be. 

The leader of the Orcs approached her, shouting something in Orcish. The language was familiar to Thaelea, thanks to her time with the Horde, but she paid him no heed. He shouted again, dismounting from his riding wolf and placing himself in Thaelea’s path. Only now did the Elf acknowledge this brute’s existence. The green-skinned beast smiled at her, flashing large, rotting tusks. Lea just stared back with half-lidded eyes. There was no expression on her face. She was totally blank. It didn’t seem to trouble the Orc, any. He reached for the axe he kept on his back, preparing to cut down the Elf without a second thought. 

When the Orc reached for his weapon, Thaelea immediately began muttering something. It was...demonic? The Orcs took it for gibberish and ignored it. That was a mistake, for they failed to realize that a portal in reality had ripped open behind them. They also failed to realize the twelve-foot Wrathguard that stepped out of the portal, summoned to Azeroth by his mistress. The Orcish leader seemed poised to strike Thaelea, but was interrupted by the frenzied howl of one of his comrades. The other Orcs turned back to see Khillikad holding the rear-most Orc up by his head. The remaining two Orcs readied themselves for a proper fight, though not soon enough to save their comrade. The massive demon crushed the Orc’s skull in his grasp.

Two of the three remaining Orcs howled in rage at the loss of their friend, charging forward without a moment’s hesitation. Had they been a bit more caution, they might have noticed two more portals opening. A pair of felhounds lunged at the Orcs from the flank. They missed the first entirely, but successfully tore the rightmost Orc off his wolf. The felled Orc roared, intent to fight on, but he was lost as soon as the hounds had him. The creatures had no eyes, but a sense of smell that almost equated to vision. Their powerful jaws and jagged teeth snapped repeatedly at the Orc, biting, slashing, gnarling his forearms as he frantically tried to block. In the end, one of the felhounds scored a fortunate strike to the Orc’s throat. The strike, and the following rapid loss of blood, stopped all resistance. The demons devoured the Orc while he was still partially alive, but powerless to save himself.

Meanwhile, the Orc that had avoided the hounds went straight for Khillikad. The demon swung its massive axe. While the Orc managed to dodge, the wolf beneath her was split in two. Thrown from the beast, she recovered quickly and made another run at the titanic demon. Khillikad, for all his strength, was not invincible. But to most races of Azeroth, he’d be close to it. To an Orc, who favored frontal attacks that emphasized strength and ferocity, Khillikad was a near undefeatable foe. The Orc could not hope to overpower the demon, nor would her axe, small compared to the demon’s, have a chance at inflicting deep enough wounds. Yet, she charged all the same. For a fleeting moment, the Orc seemed as if she had gotten through, that she could slay the demon. This hope was dashed when the beast whirled around, striking the Orc with its spiked tail and knocking her into a tree. Khillikad did not even get close to her to finish the woman off. He hurled his axe towards her, imbedding it deep into the tree, as well as splitting the Orc’s skull from jaw to scalp. 

Now, only the ring leader remained. With the arrival of Lea’s demonic defenders, he had forgotten the Elf, focusing his attention on the savage creatures. But Lea had not forgotten him. With his attention focused elsewhere, she raised her hand and touched her palm to his back. An eerie, green glow enveloped him; his life essence was being ripped out. It didn’t take long to incapacitate the Orc. By the time he realized what was happening, it was already too late. He fell to his knees, then onto his side. His once impressive physique began to dwindle. Thaelea stepped around him, approaching the Orc’s face, and crouching down beside him. “Shh.” She says, just above a whisper. “You cannot die so long as your soul endures.” The woman spoke in Thalassian, while the Orc likely did not speak. “You’re a barbarian, like him.” She continued. “You look different, you fight for different things, but you’re just like him. You have your own ideas of honor, would infect others with your vile ideology, turn good women against their families…” The Elf’s hand fell to the Orc’s exposed chest, gently pressing her palm to him as the creature struggled to breathe. “You’ll never harm anyone ever again.” Her hand began to glow a pink-violet. The Orc, already weak, struggled, in vain, to move away from her hand, but it was no use. “And when I’m done with him, neither will he.” Lea pulls her hand away from the Orc slowly, tendrils of energy stretching between the two. It’s clear the Orc is suffering as he writhes. But a moment later, the energy stream stops, all light centering around Lea’s hand. The Orc? Motionless. No movement, no breathing. In the Elf’s hand was a gem, pink-violet in color. 

Thaelea looked down at her memento with a strange sort of smile, almost unhinged. “Yes, that’s the only way to deal with people like him, isn’t it?” She didn’t speak to anyone in particular, only musing openly to herself. “You did this to Covie, Svarr. You made her abandon us. I will never forgive you.” Her fingers closed around the newly-acquired gem as pale-violet eyes turned towards the sky. The little smirk grew into a wide, positively cheerful grin. “You took Covie from us. Now I’ll take your soul.” 

[anecdotes-of-a-keeper]

The Raven

It was well into the middle of the night when Covie carefully slipped free from the strong arms wrapped loosely around her form, the low flames of the fire casting enough light that she could see around the small house without issue. The garment was quickly placed over her form, and the black bag near the door was taken in hand before she quietly headed out into the chilly night. 

Though it was made of a simple fabric, Covie was very much one to believe in rituals and traditions, and while it may have once been considered a beautiful dress, now it was something that she attributed to these dark arts alone. The old blood that stained the cream colored dress only added character, in her mind. It swept over the grass and the rocks as she navigated through the forests and roads that made up Tol Barad. 

Only once she came to the small, secluded clearing that was tucked along the side of the mountainside, did she relax, feeling that wave of subtle energy that swept over and through her as it concealed her and what would take place in the clearing from sight to most others. There was no time wasted, and what had been prepared earlier in the night began to come to fruition. 

A small vial was removed from the bag, and she walked in a slow, wide circle, the black salt trickling in a steady stream in her wake. The subtle scent of sulfur tickled the senses, causing the young woman to take in a slow, deep breath as excitement and determination began to rise. When the circle was cast, she reached for the bag and removed five black candles, each of them tall and thick, with a rune engraved near the base. They pulsed with a gentle crimson hue, and she wasted no time in placing them in the various positions around the circle before they were lit.

Finally, a seat was taken, the dress gathering around her thighs before she crossed her legs beneath one another, and she tipped her head back to look up at the large tree above.

“I thought you might be here,” she murmured quietly, amusement in her features as she held out an arm. He’d been with her since she returned from her ‘trip’ with the frost warrior, always nearby and hidden from sight of others, though she could oddly ‘feel’ when he was with her; a connection that hadn’t yet been explored by the woman. 

A loud ‘caw’ was all she received in return, before the raven swooped down from the thick branch in a graceful swoop, and landed on her forearm with a slight dig in her flesh from sharp talons. His wings rustled for a moment before he settled, and she reached up with her other hand to run the back of her finger down the soft feathers of his neck. 

“I believe that if it matters… I’ll be more focused.” There was a pause as he bumped the top of his head against her cheek, and she smiled. “Do you trust me?” In her mind, it made sense; the beings she’d been using meant little to her, and her focus hadn’t been absolute, the loss of life not much of an issue for her. But the raven had been a gift, a moment of absolute pride, and was more precious to her and cherished than nearly anything else. Surely, it meant that if she cared, she’d be more careful, more focused. Right?

The answer she received was a low, soft cooing, and the woman took that for a yes, a smile curling her lips. He was set in the center of the circle with her, black beady eyes staring up at her. 

Covie shifted a bit, hands coming together in front of her abdomen. They were turned down, index and thumbs of each hand touching the other as she blew out a steady breath and centered herself.  The flames from the candles flared to life immediately, shooting upwards for a moment before returning to their normal size, and she stared at the raven. Already, she could see the veins that ran through his body, and the four chambers of his heart, his life essence circulating through his form. 

That was her focus, and she didn’t notice the way the emerald hue of her eyes was swallowed up and covered with crimson. Nor did she realize she was already reciting the incantation, the words rushing past her lips on a hushed whisper. Her eyes closed, and she poured her energy into the action, and it wasn’t until they opened that she realized it had worked. 

She stared up at herself from closer to the forest floor, eyes closed, hands in the perfect symbol. The runes against the candles were bright, offering a red glow to the circle that she found herself sitting in now. 

And then she flapped her wings. 

Once. 

Twice. 

When she looked back to her original form, a small smile had appeared on her face. But that was ignored for the moment, and instead, she turned around, talons digging into the soft grass below. Another rustling of her wings, and as if she’d been a bird all her life, she took flight. She watched the ground below, noted the small rustling of prey as it took cover as she passed, felt the wind rush beneath her wings and over her body, and it was… glorious. 

But it was also short-lived, and that familiar sensation began to appear, followed by a touch of panic. Heat began to rise, her blood beginning to simmer, and she knew she was in trouble. It happened each and every time, and ended in a grisly explosion for the chosen critter. 

The raven mattered, however, and all of her energy was poured into releasing control back to the bird. In both forms, she felt a trickle of blood from her nose, but still the heat rise within his body, and with it, the panic. She slowly began to pull away, knowing too much at once would be disastrous, but it was almost as if it were a race against the clock, from the heating of his blood to the relinquishing of control. 

Pain tore through Covie as her eyes flew open, breath ragged as she looked wildly around the clearing, but saw nothing of the bird, and immediately shot to her feet. The candles blew out in a rush, the crimson hue of the runes all but vanishing as she began to run forward, out of the protected clearing and into the forest. 

Where had she been flying? What was the last thing she saw? Was the pain simply from pulling away too quickly, or had he met the fate that every other failed attempt had? She had come to the worst conclusion, and dropped to her knees, tears forming in her eyes. Her hands curled into fists and she wanted to scream, and a deep breath was taken.

Before she let it out, however, she heard the faint rustling of wings, and looked to the side. Her breath hitched. He came hobbling towards her, though it was too dark for her to see the blood that smeared the front of his body. Covie’s head tipped back and she let out a laugh, not stopping even when he was within reach and she took him in her hands and cradled him to her chest. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care about the blood that coated the soft fabric of her dress.  

It had been a success, her first real success, and her hand ran gently over the back of the smooth, soft feathers that covered his wings. Her tongue darted out to sweep over her lips, tasting the blood there that had dribbled free from her nose, and she smiled. “Well done, you.”

[grimscale-mercenaries]

Led by a Dream

Written by: Sebastian Shepard

The forest was dark, and more importantly quiet. The silent hunter stalked through the underbrush until he had come to the familiar path he'd walked down many times before. A grin spread over his face as he walked, taking in the beauty of the place he knew so well. As he continued, the reason for the silence of nature became more apparent. Someone else was here with him. Up ahead maybe? It was dark enough that he couldn't see that far, but his odd tastes had needed him to train himself to see better in lower light, so he didn't struggle with finding his way. Finally, he had come up to… where? He had never gone farther than this point, and the reason why stared back at him. Her. Wearing a beautiful if simple sundress, brunette locks framing a soft face filled with joy. Hazel eyes that could pierce the soul, or perhaps just his. She has been staring at him the whole time, but waited until he finally noticed her before smiling at him, the expression sickly sweet. The hunter’s body suddenly felt heavy, like he was being weighed down, and he fell to his knees, his gaze fixed firmly on her. Not a single sound was made as she stepped over to the poor hunter. Soft hands gently cupped his face, the sensation nearly eliciting tears. Finally, after the woman knew she had his absolute undivided attention like always, she spoke. It was like the beautiful chime of a bell, clear and airy. “Find me.”

Sebastian opened his eyes. It didn't feel like he was sleeping in a nice comfortable bed, so his first act was to look around and figure out where he was. A city it seemed, though it was early so there seemed to be not many people around. He inhaled deeply, and the smell of the sea invaded his nostrils. Boralus. Suddenly he felt very worried, as he has no recollection of coming here, nor sleeping in some dingy alley. Sebastian brought a hand up to his forehead, suddenly feeling very nauseous. Was he really that far gone? Had he lost control again? If he had anything left in his stomach he would have vomited, yet he was empty in more ways than one.

Everything was a blur as the man walked along the empty streets. Could he remember a single thing that has happened these past few weeks? Anything at all? If he hadn't felt like a husk devoid of emotion he would have cried. As it stood, he simply felt nothing. Despite that his body shook like a leaf in a hurricane. Probably the fact that he couldn't remember his last meal. Should he even bother? With where he was going- and then he stopped in his tracks. Where was he going? He shivered and wondered why the hell this was happening. Was this some sort of sick punishment for what he'd done over the years? He was just doing his duty to keep the balance. Sneering now, he had finally realised he was stopped at the docks. Then, it all hit him. Sebastian closed his eyes and remembered.

Was this just a dream? The man looked around at the field he found himself in. Beautiful wildflowers stretched across its length. A laugh caught his attention, a beautiful thing he knew deep in his heart, and he turned to stare right into her hazel eyes. “Is the mighty bear wondering when he can wander back to his cave to nap?” Her smile was genuine, and yet seeing it again did nothing but twist a knife into his heart. He responded with a little grin of his own, and spoke back to her. “Ain't nothin’, my flower. Just got caught up in my head again.” Her face betrayed her inner feelings, worry painted all over it. She reached out to place her dainty hand over his. Quick as it came it was gone, and her trademark smile was back. “I know it hurts. But it's almost over now. You know where to go, don't you? I'll be waiting right there for you, Sebastian. Don't keep me waiting.”

Sebastian opened his eyes, perhaps for the first time in his life. Never had he felt clarity like this, and it felt like he was finally and truly awake. That was why he was here. He looked out over the dock, finally sure of something in his life. It was time for him to find her, and he finally knew exactly where she was.

Nazmir.