(Warning: Mild blood, and gore involved. This is also the final piece to this arc, so it is quite long, but definitely worthwhile. Part one: https://lunri-moonguardian.tumblr.com/post/167284128404/rock-a-bye-baby-rock-a-bye-baby-in-the-tree-top. Part two:https://lunri-moonguardian.tumblr.com/post/167354252494/rock-a-bye-baby-part-two .))
Lunri, beaten and broken, and having lost touch with reality, sat on a rocking chair in her old child hood home in Nagrand, Outland. In her bare lap, lay a dead and bleeding baby. Her baby. Sha’Tari. Runes pertaining to illusions were drawn in a precise manner all over the walls, and the nearby table was soaked in blood. Oz, having searched for his fiancee for weeks, had finally found a trail leading there. He made utmost haste to save his beloved mate.
Oz bursted into the house, having been alerted his fiancee’s whereabouts by an anonymous tip. He had traveled anywhere and everywhere, hunting down all of Valicos’s contacts to get even a scrap of information. Upon entering the room, and seeing Lunri in the state she was in, he rushed to her side. As he got closer, he saw their unborn child, dead in her lap. Shaking, tears begun to roll from his eyes. He gripped a hold of Lunri’s shoulders, and gently shook her. “Lunri, my love, I...” His eyes traveled back to the lifeless corpse of their baby, and he twitched a bit. “L-Lunri... Light... What did he...”
Lunri heard the sounds, but was unable to distinguish them. Exhausted, parched moans escaped her cracked, and dried lips. She attempted to open her blood crusted shut eyes, but could not. “The-The baby. Save the baby.”Lunri went unconscious and became limp in the chair. She had sustained too much blood loss, and her body had begun shutting down on her.
Oz grabbed his head as he looked down at her, and started to shake his head as if to try and tell himself this was not real. He looked back down at the fetus in her lap, and his whole body begun to shake. “N-No...no...he.” A rage begun to build in his eyes as he gripped his head. “NO! NO THIS IS NOT REAL!” He yelled to himself as he begun trying to shake his fiancee awake. Lunri grunted as she was shaken, but nothing more. Her body felt slick with clotted blood, and light from starvation. “Come on, Lunri...” He grabbed his head again, and begun stumbling backwards towards the exit, grabbing his communications device from his side pocket. “H-Help! I need help! Lunri...she’s...HELP!!”
Epilvik had been in range of Oz’s communication; his mate Rhuua, and himself were visiting Halaa as she often liked to stay in one of her childhood homes. He was able to answer the distress call expeditiously. The message had come through with perfect clarity, meaning Oz was decently close. He quickly mounted one of their companions as he kicked off, heading south so as to avoid the Mag’har settlements. It wouldn’t due to get into a turf war at the moment. “What’s going on? Oz? Where are you, what do you need, tell me and I’ll be there with all due haste!” Epilvik called responding back into his own communications crystal as it glowed a dull gold to signify it had been broadcast-ed specifically back to Oz rather than to Te’Amun.
Oz scrambled for the door, enraged to his very core, and out for blood. A dark haze had come over his vision, and his mind was on one thing, and one thing only: Valicos was going to die. Before departing, he yelled into his comms, “Lunri, h-he got her. Telaar, she’s... I’m going to kill...” His comms cut out as he dropped it, and took off after his brother, determined to hunt him down. His mind had completely snapped at the sight he had just beheld. He was gone before help could arrive.
Epilvik listened to the instructions, raw, primal anger and fury emanating from Oz’s voice. He kicked his mount into leaping bounds as they covered the terrain far quicker than he ever would have normally. He looked down at his crystal as it made a dull thud on the other end. “Come on Arkanos, Telaar, fast,” He whispered urgently to his wolf as they galloped across one of the rope bridges into the city. Epilvik activated a track embedded in Oz’s crystal so he was able to head to the last location Oz had been in. He found himself at what appeared to be just a regular home, and by the front door was Oz’s dropped comms crystal. Epilvik leaned down to pick up the crystal, and dropped it in his bag as he dropped down from his mount. As he entered the building, he called out, “Oz? Lunri? Is anyone here?” He drew a long, curved, but ornate knife, not liking the darkness in there, but continuing onwards, deeper in until he would find someone or something.
He would hear very light, but audible groans. As he continued down the entryway, he would find Lunri in the living room, slouched in a chair with Sha’Tari dead in her lap. Both were blanketed in blood, but Lunri was scalped, scared, scorched, and a long, sewn up gash was along her lower abdomen. Her eye patch was off, so he could see the long gash usually hidden beneath it from years ago.
Epilvik quickly bolted towards them, gasping at the horrendous-ness of what the room proffered. While he may have been a hard military man, who had seen millennia of wars, the sight of the newborn dead in its mothers lap, gore, blood, splattered and spilt out around them, blood gushed over several pieces of furniture, the sight of it all, even he could not ignore. Tears rushed to his eyes as he stepped forward. Kneeling beside Lunri, he reached out and placed a hand on her bare chest as he leaned his head against it, to try and see if she was still breathing. They would be avenged, however with the amount of blood and cuts, tears and rips, he couldn’t tell what condition she was in.
The pallid colour of Lunri’s skin showed just how much blood she had lost. Not even thinking twice about it, he ripped off part of his shirt, and whipped out a canteen of clean water to clean her face and upper body. With all the cuts, and dried blood caked on her, not to mention the bruises, it was hard to see if she was still losing more blood. He was loath to move her just in case it would upset any closed wounds and cause her to die in his sight. Once that task was completed, he ran back outside, and returned with 2 stout wool blankets, and his loyal wolf companion, Arkanos. Gently, he wrapped the baby in one of the blankets and cleaned its face so it simply appeared as if it was in a peaceful slumber, and in some ways he supposed it now was. The other he wrapped around Lunri, knowing the dire emergency she was in, he resided to taking her to his mate immediately. Rhuua’s medical expertise would be able to heal her, provide her the needed sustenance, and clean her; all things that could not be accomplished here. He checked her one last time before he moved her for anything he missed, and noted the majority of the dried gore seemed centered on her lower abdomen and head. Satisfied there were no openly bleeding wounds, he hoisted her up and gently carried her to Arkanos, and set her against the wolfs fluffy soft mane with the baby in her arms. Epilvik could not bare to depart the two. He knew she would want to say her goodbyes and lay Sha’Tari to rest as their culture demanded. He swung up into the saddle with ease, and was careful not to disturb Lunri. He took his crystal comms device out, and set it for Rhuua. “My dear, prepare your medical room. Lunri has been... you will see, the worst has happened. She needs immediate help, likely a blood infusion,” he called out into the crystal as they begun to padder off. He knew speed wasn’t required this time around. Too much jostling could worsen her many wounds.
20 minutes later
As Epilvik carried Lunri and Sha’Tari into the humble abode that belonged to Rhuua and himself, a large bed with all the needed supplies was ready to immediately be used. She ordered and bossed Epilvik around as soon as they entered. Sha’Tari was placed in one of the cradles they used to use, with a preservation ward surrounding it. There was no knowing when, or if, Lunri would awaken.
Lunri laid on the bed with only the blanket to cover her up, being poked and prodded by Rhuua while Epilvik fetched all the supplies like a good mate. She was cleaned up with warm soapy water, stitched with dissolvable thread, and a bag of blood was attached to her by placing an IV into her median cubital vein. Another bag was attached to the same IV, except this one contained fluids packed with water, vitamins, and proteins. He laid a wet cloth over her forehead to make sure she did not become feverish while her body tried to heal itself. Lunri would lay there for several days, and nights. Slowly waking up more each time.
A week later
Rhuua and Epil had mostly slept in shifts for the better part of the previous week, only being able to get any true rest when Epilvik had summoned his sister and her mate to watch over Lunri for several hours on a few days. It was however one day when Epilvik was taking her pulse and temperature, the blood bag now gone, but the feeding bag still present, that she blinked open her eyes, nearly instantly hysterical.
“Where am I?! Who are you?! Where is Sha’Tari?! I want Sha’Tari!!” Sobs wracked her body, aching for the pain of all the memories rushing in to go away.
Epilvik gently cupped her head. “Don’t worry Lunri, it’s just me Epilvik, Rhuua is here as well. You’ve had an... accident of some sort. We rescued you, and healed you; you are safe now.” He explained to her, unsure of whether to give her the child, fearing it would only upset her more. He tried a different tacit. “She is right there Lunri. She is right beside you, not far at all now,” Epilvik said as he pointed to the crib laying but a few feet from her head.
Lunri looked up at Epilvik, and played with the word on her tongue a bit. “Epilvik... Rhuua...Sounds familiar. I am safe, now? How can I trust you?! He-he... He made my own mother and sister hurt me. I can’t trust anything anymore!” She would close her eyes and curl in on herself, wrapping her arms around her torso. Rocking back and forth, back forth.
A soft knock issued on the door, and he went to go answer it, leaving Rhuua with Lunri. He rose an eyebrow when no one was at the door, nearly shutting it before he noticed the rather large sized parcel at this feet. Picking it up, he grunted at the surprising weight, and was about to open it when he noticed it was addressed to Lunri. “How does anyone know she is here?” He spoke as he brought it in to her. “Ummm, this was left at the door for you. I am not sure what it is, though it is quite heavy so be careful,” He warned as he placed it beside her on the bed. Once Epilvik saw her rocking back and forth, he realized for the first time what she had experienced went well beyond simple torture. Her very mind had been scarred and wracked by Valicos. “Who did it to you? Lunri who is responsible for the... for what happened to you?” He asked her, catching himself before he might have made her fragile state worse. He sat beside her on the bed comfortingly. “You know us Lunri, you know Te’Amun. We are in the same order, we are your friends, your family,” He tried to assure her.
Lunri would take a look at the parcel, and bring it closer to herself. “Please don’t hurt me...” She opened it slowly, unsure of it. Inside was the head of a Draenei that looked much like Oz, but also like Valicos. There was also be a gem placed between it’s lips that dropped onto the bed beside her. The gem had a faint glow to it, and resembled the gem that had been in the hilt of the dagger Valicos had stabbed Sha’Tari with. With a screech, she tossed the head to the side and scooted as far from it as she could. Fear made her eyes wide, and her breathing heavy. That face instantly bringing back all the memories and sensations she’d had to endure at the hands of Valicos. “Get it away! I do not want to see it!”
Epilvik quickly jumped up as the severed head was tossed in his direction. The head rolled on the floor, and the lifeless face of what looked like Oz or Valicos, stared up at him. “Fuck! What the shit, Oz? What the fuck has gone on!” Epilvik yelped. Shock had caught up to him he was unable but to express his surprise. He swallowed deeply, and used the lid and the box to scoop the head back in. Luckily enough, it was not gory so there was no mess as he placed it outside. “What’s gone on Lunri? What happened in that house? What happened to you?” Epilvik asked, now even more concerned than before, as he glanced over to her with a shudder of sadness.
Shaking back and forth, Lunri tried to explain. V-Valicos. Oz’s twin. Tortured me. Kill Sha’Tari. Weeks. Illusions everywhere. Mother. Sister. Mojo Stormstout. So much pain. No more please. NO MORE!”
“Oz’s twin? He has a twin? What the fuck? Why would he...” Epilvik questioned more to himself than her, as he saw how fragile and scared she still was, her mental state dangerously affected. “Don’t worry you’re safe now, Lunri. You’re safe. Valicos is gone, he is long gone and he is never coming back. You’ll be safe now.” He assured her before he realized she knew her child was gone, too. His expression grew mournful for a few moments. “You’ll survive through this Lunri.” He promised her as he looked over to the crib where she too knew her child lay.
Tears made rivulets down her face. “Sha’Tari...” She looked at the crystal grasped tightly in her palm, and saw it glowing. “I think she is in here. I think he trapped her in here. I want her back... But necromancy is wrong. I shouldn’t even be thinking that.”
“In there? In the crystal? How- What was Valicos- to do something like that...” Epilvik asked in surprise as he looked at the faint glow of the crystal. He considered her words before saying, “Maybe, but you’re her mother. I wouldn’t lie and say Rhuua and I wouldn’t consider exactly the same,” He responded honestly to her.
She hugged the crystal close to her. “To do that , it wouldn’t be fair to her.” She said in a voice null of emotion. “I feel empty now.” A small, insane type of cackle issued from her lips. “Well, I guess I am empty now that Sha’Tari is out of me. How peculiar.”
Epilvik noted the way her voice turned hollow, flat, and metallic. “Mhmm, no no it likely wouldn’t be, “ he agree softly. “Do you- do you need to hold her? We will need to consider what to do next, we can’t obviously...leave... yes,” he advised.
Lunri nodded in acquiescence, her eyes were flat and no expression was on her face. “The ceremony should be commenced. She should be with the Light. If the Light is even there.”
Epilvik carefully lifted the girl out of the cot still wrapped in the blankets as he pulled her free of the shimmering bubble Rhuua had conjured to preserve her. He offered her to Lunri. “I will send for preparations to be made; she will have a send off that she truly deserves. Her life though short will be no less remembered than any other of our people that fall. She was one of us, and everyone will know her name. Of that, I can promise you.” He said with a smile as he passed her the girl.
Lunri looked down at the bundle, seeing a slightly too small baby face peeking out. She would have looked just like her. Lunri touched her cold skin, and reminisced of what it would have been like. Married, a little girl... It was all for naught now. She would be putting her baby to rest before she could have taken her first breath. Lunri looked up at Epil. “It is time. She should be put to rest.”
Epilvik couldn’t possibly imagine what Lunri was experiencing now, what she was going through. A parent though he was, and while his own had been kidnapped, to loose a child forever he could only imagine how devastating it was. How truly and unbelievably heartbreaking. “Of course. Let us discuss things.” Epilvik and Lunri discussed the ceremony for some time before Lunri became too exhausted and fell back asleep. How everything would affect her in the future, if she would even heal from it, no one knew.
It was the third time Te'Amun had been summoned by the Justicar and the Lightwarden to the streets of Mac'aree. The enourmity of the Univesity district was now mostly passified by their previous adventures as well as the efforts and skills of the Army of the Light who was meticulously cleaning up and carving a swathe across the scarred and hardened land that their people once called home.
It was here amongst several tall buildings, skyscrapers as they could be described created seemingly out of a rich pearly white marble towering into the skies, their bodies glittering in the light of the sun, sparkling almost as if jewels had been inlaid in the surface, that the members of Te'Amun and those sworn to its service arrived. They would be greeted with the familiar sight of the curator. Obviously someone had "encouraged" it to come along to lend what it called ‘aid’ to the group, after all even if it was an asshole, at least it did know what it was doing and could provide some advice on the matter at hand.
Interestingly enough it appeared that Rhuua and Justicar Epilvik, the leaders of Te’Amun, stood just in front of a large double doorway to one of the many towers; seemingly no different than the others, except this one they had propped open with several large stones, the murky darkness inside seeming to eat away the light. Two enormous dire-wolves stood on either side of Rhuua and Epilvik, legs bent as they looked into it, almost as if protecting their masters from whatever danger it was that laid inside the building.
A quiet rangari Draenei, Phaelastra, ominously appeared out of the shadows, Her lanky, sinewy muscles clad in the traditional rangari armour of Draenor. She took in their surroundings, her breaths silent behind her mask. With careful hoof steps, she made her way to Rhuaa's side (or rather, the side of the wolf next to Rhuaa - allowing the beast to gain her scent) and gave the other wolf a nod of acknowledgement. No words were spoken, out of caution.
Akaepi, a rangari as well, dipped her head, a small and respectful bow offered to the pair before her as she arrived. Her usual beast of burden, a hydra, lurked at her heels with three heads looming over the Rangari. Surveying the immediate area before settling with little more than a quiet hiss. A hand lifts in greeting to Phaelastra, regarding her for a moment then attention flickering back towards Rhuua and Epilvik. Her blue eyed hues scanned the immediate area to take note of any others approaching.
The quiet, eerie silence was broken by a sing-song voice, and the rhythmic skipping of hooves, gradually getting louder. "1,2... it's coming for you
3,4... better lock your door
5,6... grab your brick
7,8... going to stay up late
9,10... never awake again.
As Aellesaan got closer, she ceased her singing, and looked around. As her wide, round, eyes landed on the door, she tilted her head in curiosity. "So, who is going to be the ginea-goat and go in first? Nose goes!" She promptly puts a delicate, well manicured finger on her round nose.
Filaanu arrived in quite possibly the loudest way possible, having found a way to ride her gnomish chopper throughout the streets of Mac'aree, most likely ruining the air with the exhaust of her bike. In the passenger seat, her two mastiffs, Dexter and his mate, Spot, sat quietly, their floppy maws flapping about while Filaanu rode up towards the others. Stopping the vehicle when she was near, Filaanu climbed out and approached the others, canting her head to the side once she found Aellesaan with her finger on her nose. "That's not how you pick your nose," she commented before looking to the others, her eyes stopping at the large doorway, "What's through there?”
"I've only been here a few moments," Phaelastra's tenor toned voice replies. There's a slight wave to those who've followed, her tail coiled in a tense formation behind her knees. She pauses, studying Aellesaan with an odd expression - one that's thankfuly hidden behind her face mask - due to her confusion at the saying. Nose goes? With a shrug, she shifts her long bow to her opposite shoulder, a hand reaching back to make sure her quiver is secure. "If no one else wishes to be first, I am quiet enough to go undetected. No use in sending everyone in if it can be prevented."
Aellesaan blinks at their apparent confusion, and lack of understanding. Perhaps it was a human game after all. With a shrug she takes her finger off her nose and glares playfully at Filaanu for her comment. "I am quite alright being here, in the light, and not going first. I've always disliked the dark." To emphasize her point, she sits down, and practices making ice in various forms.
Akaepi merely lofted a brow at the group, a faint huff of what one would assume was laughter falling from her lips. "I do not believe it is our call as to who enters first." She calls out, a small nod of her head given towards their esteemed leaders and the direwolves that loomed near. "We should merely wait for now." A hand lifted, scratching over the many heads of her Hydra as she waited.
Rhuua, mate to Epilvik, dropped a hand to her wolf's head, but the touch did little to soothe her mount's discomfort-- the great beast seemed to quiver with anticipation, the fur along the back of her neck bristled on end as she stared into the darkness. "This is your territory, my love," the Lightwarden's voice was soft, as though she loathed disturbing the silent dark which loomed before them. She canted her head to the side, watching her mate for direction.
Epilvik turned to his mate with a nod as several of their people arrived. "Thank you my friends for coming once more. As we all know from the previous two expeditions, where our "friend" here explained, we must retrieve the third and final key in order to complete the locking mechanism that holds the sceptor of such great power. One that we might even be able to use to harm the Dark Titan himself. We have the tablet, we have the compass, and now we need the next item." Epilvik explained to them.
"However as before... it seems.. whatever is down there in the heart of this planet, whatever malevolent being or creature resides down below, is now activly working to stop us. Thus the wolves guarding to stop anything coming out. We will need to work swiftly, and accurately; we cant make mistakes here, else...." He said with a grimace. "Albeit the Curator of the Universities has already somewhat explained that like before this area will be heavily dependant on your cognitive reasoning, would you care to explain, Curator?" Epilvik asked the robot(construct).
"Not particularly you over important, self worshipping, lump of shit. But yeah, by all means go run in there. I’m sure you’ll do fine; just a couple of puzzles, and you’ll be done. You’ve done fine so far; dont worry about the rest. It’ll be fine, just get in there and get it done," He responded to Epilvik. Clearly, the pair didn't appreciate one another very well as Epilvik responded by punching it in the face before loudly swearing as he cradeled his fist in pain. Perhaps another might be able to get it out of him with their feminine wiles.
Akaepi merely stared at the exchange between Epilvik and the Curator. Ah yes, diplomacy at its finest!
Only the barest hint of laughter bubbled over her lips, a twinkle of mirth wrote upon concealed features. "Come now-... There is clearly a reason for you being here," Words addressed to the Curator with an off-handed wave towards Epilvik; Please forgive her, she's trying, but feminine wiles is not her forte. "Does it not speak volumes that our esteemed leaders would turn to you for your infinite wisedom and advice in this?" The bristle of that wolves fur did not go unnoticed and, certainly, made Akaepi's form that little less at ease about the entire situation. Forboding darknesses never had a good track record for her.
"If nothing more then would it not be a kick to their teeth to know that you are doing what they could not by assisting us?" Pandering to ego's however-... That usually worked as far as Akaepi knew. Well, it did in those silly books she read anyways.
As Epilvik explained the situation at hand, and conversed with the "charming" Curator, Danarshi was approaching the group on hoof, wandering towards them at a leisurely pace. Upon close inspection, the Anchorite appeared refreshed. The small gathering in Dalaran the other day had certainly reinvigorated him.
Having only been a small number of metres away, Danarshi had overheard the exchange and, therefore, understood the situation at hand, despite the Curator's deliberately poor choice of wording. Halting to a stop a few paces away from his kin, he issued them with a singular salute. "Hail, brothers and sisters." he greets them. His eyes turned to the tower ahead of them, more specifically its entranceway. His mouth drops open as he falls amidst his own thoughts.
Ultimately, the Anchorite's eyes rested upon Epilvik. "Puzzles have never once been my specialty, though regardless, my hand is yours, Justicar. I shall progress upon your word." he swears. He cannot help but to send the Curator a shifty glance. It did not feel as though the spirit was on their side. He would be weary of her.
Phaelastra frowned behind her mask, remaining silently otherwise. She crossed her arms, gaze flickering to Akaepi, to await further orders. All the talking seems to make her uneasy. Filaanu remained just as silent, looking back to her chopper to make sure her mastiffs had climbed out and were at her side before simply crouching down to pet one of the dogs. Shortly after, she stood back up and yawned, glancing to the tower ahead.
The Curator tried to hit Epilvik in the balls which he only deftly leapt out of the way of, hiding behind the otherside of Rhuua; now deliberatly out of range as Akaepi approached the robot construct in his stead; addressing it in a very civil and adoring manner. "Theres a reason alright That boso dragged me across the town to bring me here. Didn’t even try asking, he was very rude. You know, Lord Archimonde would have done no such thing no no, a gentlemen and a scholar that man was. Ahh his return will be sorely wanted," he commented wistfully as Epilvik nodded to Danarshi in greetings. The construct seemed to consider Akaepi’s words carefully as if evaluating them as she spoke. "Hmm your words speak reason, after all, it takes a certain mind, a genius if you will, to grapple with the magics and mystery that surround this task. After all, the locking mechanism was designed by yours truely. Although after Archimonde put me in this body, he forced certain parameters that stoped me from just guiding and giving the answers. The most I can do is provide advice." He explained. "Hmm fine, the final object you need is at the end of this passage, on the sixth floor of the building in the conference room, that is where you will find the answer. Once you enter, the building will seal until you either die or succed, sending advance parties or groups will not help you here."
The Rangari merely paused. There was a flicker of surprise that it actually worked though it was short lived. She dipped her head down low in a bow, smiling. "You would honour me with any advice you could impart. Despite how rudely you were pulled away to assist, you are proving to be beyond helpful and we would be in your debt." Standing up straight again, her gaze flickered to the building once more. Going in there did not sound like a fun time at all. Oh boy, sixth floor; all or nothing.
Aellesaan looked up at her peers, and the construct, listening carefully. With a sigh, she stood up, and idly scratched at her blonde hair. "Well, lets get this party started shall we!" She started dancing towards the door.
Danarshi bites down upon his lip in sudden concern. Sealed until success or death? This was certainly a risk. As his kin each prepared to enter through the doorway, the Anchorite steped forward. "Wait," he abruptly lets out in an attempt to slow their approach. "If we venture beyond this doorway, there is no guarantee that we will be able to return." Danarshi reverts his attention to Epilvik. "Forgive me for my suspicions, Justicar - I intend not to sway from your lead, though, what is the intended purpose of the artifact that we seek? If it is worthy of the cost of sealing ourselves within this tower, then I would expect that is exceptionally powerful." he expressed.
He bats yet another eye in the direction of the Curator, distrust present upon his face. Inside the tower, they could very well be placed beneath the mercy of the defiant spirit. He had heard of Vigilant Quoram, a similar entity who had acted in much the same manner. The constructs of Mac'Aree, thus far, were not of the trustworthy category.
Epilvik looked to Danarshi before nodding in response. "True, there is not, we may fail, but with our experience, our knowledge, and our diverse skill set it is unlikely to be the case that we will. However as for what is inside, in here is only a key, but it is the final key to our end goal, that goal being the sceptor of Archimonde himself, he who founded the University district on Mac'Aree, the principle place of higher learning, experience, and knowledge of our ancient and powerful race. It was here that our experiements, and our thirst for knowledge and power first drew the attentions of the Dark Titan." Epilvik explained to him. "That staff, was with Archimonde for millenia. So very, very long in fact, that the measure of power contained in the staff will be immense. Such force possibly, as much raw energy, as the sceptor of Sargerus is capable of." he added further. "That and that alone is why we need it, with such raw power, it is likely even a titan can’t stand before such an assault."
Meanwhile the Contruct had been speaking with Akaepi as she continued to flatter and flirt with him as much as she knew how to at least. "Mhmm you’re right, I was quite rudely pulled away and abused wasn’t I. Humpf, we Vigilants really need to unionize. That'll show all those people who think they can boss us around what’s what. Yeah yeah thats a good idea." he said to himself going off on a tangent. "Hmm any advice huh? Well I suppose I'll tell you the solution for your first puzzle. Let’s see,
I have an eye but cannot see.
I am fast but I have no limbs.
What am I?..
There that is your hint, now please go right ahead. If you make it through the first I'll see you on the otherside." He commented before waving the group inside. Who would dare enter first?
Phaelastra's gaze followed the blonde Aellesaan. With slow steps, the rangari’s body dissapeared into the shadows once more, where she followed the path of the other. It would seem that she perhaps has the intention to prevent any harm that would come to her comrad, though they barely know each other.
Aellesaan didn't even take a second to recognize Danarshi's concern, but kept dancing her way to the door, and glided into the murky darkness. "Ah yes, darkness my old enemy. I have never missed your presence. Yet here we are, meeting again."
She looked back for the Rangari she had heard called Phaelastra, but the darkness was so murky it prevented her vision. She lifted up her delicate hands, but she could barely see them. Fear gripped her heart causing her thick, decored tail to twitch, and her facial tendrils to go stiff. Aellesaan no longer wanted to sing.
Phaelastra was right behind her. Darkness had always been a friend to the woman, something that she’d used many times in the past to help her do her job. In a swift motion she steped out - just barely able to make the outline of Aellesaan. One of her strong arms wraped around the woman’s waist in attempt to comfort, her voice breaking through the shadows. “We should stay with the others, sister. Let us return to the others, yes?”
Truthfully, Phae had stopped paying attention to all the talking - and would like nothing more than to get on with their mission. However, she also knew leaving Aellesan like this would keep them from doing so. She waits for the other woman’s response before she takes any further action.
Aellesaan jumped at the light touch of Phaelastra, but quickly calmed down at the familiar touch of a fellow sister. Looking into the Rangari's eyes and seeing a calm, collected demeanor, she nodded at her words. Aellesaan took a few steps back towards the door and waited for the others. "Thank you, sister. Sometimes, well a lot of the time, I charge ahead with no thought except for the goal ahead of us. It is both a blessing and a burden. Let us wait here for the others to join us, you are right." Aellesaan began to hum a bright melody as if to bat away the darkness cocooned around them.
This brought a smile to Phaelastra’s face that carried to her eyes. “It’s quite alright. The Naaru bless us differently for a reason, yes?” She lowers her arm, until her hand rested against the small of Aellesan’s back - a gentle reminder that she’s right there, the friend in the darkness. With each step of Aellesan’s, Phaelastra followed - allowing Aellesaan to set the pace. From time to time she found herself swaying her tail to the tune of her fellow Draenei, something she’s glad neither of her brothers were there to tease her over.
I forgot to post this commission I did for my guild’s (Te’Amun) leader, Rhuua! This is her drae of the same name, who is covered with tattoos and I low key don’t think I did her justice >_>
