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"Hey Val!" Ani called. "Anyone ever told you your language is beautiful when it's written?" - felgnome
The Nathrezim blinked a few times, still not all that used to compliments.
“No I can’t say I have, heh most peoples thoughts when they see Nathrezim writing is to be afraid of the potential threat nearby.” He said with a chuckle.
“However I can see how it is visually interesting as a language....You don’t want to see my handwriting though.”
Suddenly, a warlock wardrobe appears in front of Illidan. From out of it comes the sound of Ani's voice making a grunting sound, and then a big sack is tossed through the portal. It lands at Illidan's hooves with a loud thunk, and inside it is filled with coins, jewelry and trinkets. The tag says 'to Mister Illy. Picked this lot up while I was routing warlock vermin from your house. It belonged to you so I'm returning it. Love Ani x' - felgnome
Illidan had froze as the portal appeared in front of him and was only appeased once he recognised the handwriting on the note that had came through along with the sack.
“So that’s where all my gold went!...Along with the the belongings of several blood elves it would seem.” He mused to himself as he rifled through the contents.
“See what I tell you Illidan, we have friends we can count on. And that’s saying something, Nathrezim typically don’t put any stock in friendship.” Val’s voice chimed in. He was right though there were many many aspects of life that were far from normal for the half demon, but that was just how he liked it.
"Sooooo Val, my buddy my pal, level with me," Ani said. "Is that Jaina Proudmoore chick a Dreadlord too?" - felgnome
The Nathrezim looked at Ani for a few moments in absolute quiet before he started laughing uncontrollably. It took him a few minutes to regain himself and he was certain if Illidan had possessed eyes they would be brimming with tears right now.
“By the Twisting Nether I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard since I was created. You’ve got to warn me next time, I don’t think Illidan will be happy with me if I make him choke on a drink.”
Val straightened himself up brushing away strands of hair that had fallen in his face then recalled the original question.
“No Ani, she’s not. She’d be giving us all a bad name if she was.”
“Who are you calling ‘Someone so small they can only be seen with a magnifying glass’?!” - felgnome
“Well considering you didn’t let me know you were in the hallway and I almost just tripped over you.....” Illidan said semi-teasingly.
He had in fact just about tripped over the gnome managing to avoid face planting into the cobblestone floor of the temple by opening his wings for balance. It had scared the fel out him and he had punctuated such events with a string of curse words.
“So yeah please be more alert when I’m around on my behalf.”
-slaps Valezahr on the ass- -felgnome
Valezahr had been having another talk with the gnome warlock which were becoming more frequent as Illidan discovered having a friend made the demon more relaxed.
He had gone to retrieve a book from a shelf when suddenly he felt something hit him on the backside. His wings tensed up and his eyes flared in surprise, he turned on his hooves and found Ani standing on a step stool grinning at him mischievously.
“What the fel was that? You mortals are so odd sometimes.”
@felgnome
She grinned, clearly not intimidated by the Nathrezim’s presence. Demons were much easier for her to deal with than regular people.
“Just to chat!” she said as if it was obvious. “I mean you are a powerful Dreadlord right? Oh, pardon me, that’s our word for you. I mean Nathrezim. Here, I brought some wine. Mister Illy likes it so I figured you might too.”
She pulled herself up onto a chair and poured some of the mentioned wine, before flicking her brown eyes to the seat opposite.
“Look, I’m not going to beat about the bush here - you’re too smart for that so I will level with you. You’re a demon; it is your nature to be loyal to the Legion. So, why aren’t you? You’re not like my pets - they had to be subjugated, but you did not. You and Mister Illy are… Partners of sorts.”
His brow quirked at the gnomes rather nonchalant behaviour towards this all. She didn’t seem bothered at all that she’d just called forth a powerful demon, granted the Nathrezim had earned a reputation for being rather sedate and calm for his kind but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous.
The demon eyed the wine then shrugged and decided it couldn’t hurt, he was rather fel starved as of late perhaps the alcohol could take his mind off of that.
“Because I love making poor choices that some how end up in my favour.” He snorted, it was meant to taken as a joke but he remembered Mortals didn’t quite have the same sense of humour.
“Really though why wouldn’t I listen to him. We share a body, it’s his body I’m just hitchhiking because in all likelihood I’ll never get my real one back....Like I said bad choices and all. He also forced me to watch him kill Tichondrius shortly after we became demon and vessel so you know that whipped me into shape a bit.”
-pokes- "Can I talk to your demon?" - felgnome
At the request Illidan’s skin darkened and an imposing force seemed to settle in the room. Blazing eyes cast down to look at the little warlock.
“Please don’t tell me you woke for some favour the elf could have more than easily handled himself, warlock.” The Nathrezim was luckily in a good mood and being no more hostile than one should expect a Nathrezim to be.
“But that being said what is it you want?”
"Mister Illy, thank you for letting me be in the Illidari..." Ani said. "But I have one beef with you." She holds up an Illidari tabard that is big enough for her to make a blanket out of. "You don't have any of these in my size! What the fel!" - felgnome
Illidan chuckled looking at the tabard compared to Ani.
“Ahhh my mistake, I am used to clothing elves. But it is a simple fix.” He waved his hand and instantaneously the fabric shrunk inward on itself.
“There that should be suitable.”
