At the Safe House in Boralus, Lady Emberfury was discussing the particulars of a certain matter and a particular new agent that asked for Sanctuary at the Cove. The Magistrix had expressed that not much good had come from whatever interaction she has had with her family. The Magi-Pirate somehow convinces the Commandant of the Emberfury Division to entertain his request and so Nimuehdra would assign this agent to Captain Darcelle Beauchamp who now actively works with the Agents of Suramar about the current murders that were causing unrest among the Nobility in the Shal’dorei Capital.
The Warden of the Viper’s Cove nodded to the Blood Mage, "There are no easy days left to me, I've no need for someone who can only pass an easy test." He looked for his smokes as he mentioned, "I was told the contract of the deed was sent out last night. All should be well and ready with the Black Rose when they arrive to see to that as well. Should I have her meet them there or in Suramar? She's staying at our safe house in Booty Bay is why I ask, to save the trip."
The Commandant thought for a moment before she spoke, "Hm. That is a good point. I will have her sail at Booty Bay and have her inspect the Black Rose. Probably have that wheel fitted before we take her all the way to Suramar."
"Very well. Ask this Sockette to be ready to teleport to Suramar once we have concluded the business with the Ship."
"Aye, that'll work out well. I hope she serves you better than her last Captain served me." Oh man, he said that with the chill of one who would murder the one in question if they got the chance. The long story was long, as with most of them. "I'll have Ryley let her know. If you need anything to do with the harbor, ship, or even more backup let me know. While we investigate Stonewater's plight we've plenty who could do some heavy lifting for you." They like to 'take out the trash' and such.
"Makers! I could almost feel the icy chill of Death.” She chuckled, "Don't worry. She will be treated well. The Div would be happy to board the Brig."
Nimuehdra listened intently until he finished speaking. "I will let you know if that need arises."
Captain Malache gave her a wry smile, "The man outed the Kingsnake's -son- to the nobility of Silvermoon." She could probably imagine what happened next. "I doubt you could stomach stooping as low as Sicarius has. She'll do -much- more good in your employee." He warmed up a bit, more fond of thinking of her future than her grisly and bloody past.
"I should likely get my ass headed back to The Cove soon anyways though, we have a new girl I want to be sure she settled in alright." He said with brooding concern under his friendly smile. "If she doesn't end up dead she might really be something, the new ones have promise." He continued.
The Magistrix would silently dip her chin in a very slight nod. Her brows twitched upward momentarily, "I don't think I could...no." Came a plain response. "Well, let us hope none suffer in this ordeal and it goes as smoothly as it possibly can." She straightened her back as he continued, "Oh...yes, it is getting rather early in the morning, isn't it? Time to step over the fence and head back to the city. I need you to know that I won't be available for the next three days as Captain and I have a few things to attend to somewhere along the coast of Northrend. But as stated, we will arrive soon enough. Nothing dangerous... just taking care of business in the Vrykul lands."
The Harbormaster of Stonewater Bay nodded as he tipped back his glass to clear it before setting it aside by the bottle. "If you go to the Vrykul would you ask them about something for me? I'm curious about their returned. Not the undead but the ways they can return from the Halls of Valor. Any little information you can come past is of -great- value to me." Of course, it is, you're -sitting on one- right now. One you'd rather keep than let go back.
The Commandant of the Division rose from her seat to leave and exchange pleasantries but then rose and met Flaxin's gaze as he asked her of a particular favor. The Magistrix straightened her form and did not press but nod, studying his expression carefully. "Of course," she began, "The Vrykul at Myjosindil and I have a bit of history. They do owe me a favor or two."
Captain Malache hadn't hoped for that much but he put a hand on the table coming around, "I'll explain it in more detail when next we meet. It's a long story, the....the Halls have sent one of their own and I wish to know more about it. Before I put my money on it I must know what is possible. How one of the fallen could return, why, and what one could do to retain them..." He didn't know how far he would go just yet but he looked willing to go as far as it took right then.
The Magistrix nodded very slowly. The Magistrix would approach and gently pat her gloved hand over his. Her glacial blues still studying his form but would have a softness to them, eyes that behold the compassion and understanding of a friend.
"We'll worry about the details later. If you need the information, I will bring what I can to you."
The Blood Mage was obviously curious about the fallen that wished to rise again to Valhalla. She smiled and retracted her hand, "If Odyn's chosen could do it…then I am certain there is a way..."
The void-touched Quel’dorei warmed up to the gesture and gave her a curious look before nodding, "Thank you. I've come to know of many cultures and people but...I suppose we all need help sometimes, yes? When you go, go well and return to us in one piece, aye?"
The Void-disguised Magistrix maintained a gentle smile on her lips. The Magistrix did not mind the curious look but it was probably obvious to him that she knew there was something was nagging him. Something of a very personal nature. "Well, then you've certainly found the right person to ask."
Nimuehdra paused….
"That's what friends are for, Flaxin Malache.”
The woman nodded before she continued, “I will….and I hope the winds carry you safely until next, we meet." She turned to leave but not before giving the Captain a nod.
The Magi-Pirate hoped they would both find their ports as they should as he let her go ahead of him. He had a few things to put away before he went back home, after all, he didn't want to leave the place scattered for Sam. He was terrible at letting someone go with the last word but couldn't think of anything pertinent to say. He'd have the Witches make sacrifice for their endeavors, perhaps.
With that, the Magistrix would be encompassed in black mists and taken back to whence she came. As she returned to the once Noble Captain Beachamp, her mind lingered upon what Flaxin had said...
You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesize and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.
SENSITIVITY
You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.
RESILIENCE
You have a tendency, after a setback, to turn your emotions towards restriving. What attracts you is the idea of wiping out a humiliation by resumed action – overcoming weakness, repressing your fear. Because part of your motive is pride, you can sometimes be unwilling to admit weakness or to receive aid. But at heart, tour insistence on coming back and never folding has taught you a valuable pessimism: you know that important journeys are never easy.
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The sun had set on the sands of Vol’dun. Vulpera settlements in the distance were now clearly visible amidst darkened surroundings. Torches were warm and welcoming in the cold unforgiving terrain of the massive desert that night. Fighting the wind that blew against her mask, the Magistrix made her way to a small Vulpera encampment nearby. As the pale-haired woman approached, a small hooded figure greeted her seeming to look upward, perhaps to meet her gaze. The Sin’dorei dipped her fingers in her dimensional satchel and brought forth a purse, tossing it to the small creature. At the jingle of the coin, red fur-lined ears perked up, tiny hands caught the purse effortlessly even in the darkness. The small Vulpera revealed herself and gestured toward the makeshift rest area near her caravan where others like her were resting for the night.
The red-maned Vulpera introduced herself as Reina and even though there was a possibility that she may never see the lively creature again, she still committed the name to memory. Others nearby weren’t quite so warm toward the foreigner in their lands, eyeing her gear from head to toe as she took a seat near the fire. The Mage watched as Reina poured a bowl of soup from a pot and offered it to the Magistrix. The Blood Mage pulled her mask down to smile and thank the woman and looked down into the cup to blow the steam away and gingerly take a sip of the liquid within. Reina smiled back and nodded to the Mage, walking toward the mobile tent, leaving the Mage to herself. After a few moments, however, the Vulpera woman, who seemed to be the owner of the caravan drew the curtain of the vehicle aside. Light poured softly onto the sand outside, catching Nimuehdra’s attention.
The Mage lifted her head to look in the direction of her door and to her surprise found a company of Sethrak within, talking to each other about something. It was already difficult to understand them because of their manner of speaking but this time, it did not help that they seemed to be whispering to each other within the confines of a portable Vulpera home. Emerald eyes squinted in their direction to better see the words their mouths formed.
Nothing.
Reina drew the curtain closed soon after causing the Magistrix to give up and finish her soup, putting the cup down on a nearby table as she did so. She remained seated folding her arms across her chest and appeared as if she were resting but her glowing emerald orbs paid close attention to the drawn curtain for the Sethrak to emerge from within.
Hours passed. The Mage almost started nodding off in her chair, leaning her back against a large boulder behind her seat. She was a light sleeper lately traversing dangerous lands and so the noise would almost jolt her awake. Her silvery blue eyebrow rose at the sight.
At last!
The Sethrak trio had exited the caravan and walked away from the camp. Donning her mask once more, the Mage silently crept behind them, trying to hear their conversation. Among murmurs and hisses, the Magistrix had learned that the company were obviously Vorrik’s men and that the Vulpera were not consorting with the Faithless in any way. Relieved, she kept following them closely.
“Sssso, the exsssile wass the one hoping to sspeak with uss?” said one of them twisting his neck back to the others. A shudder ran down the Mage’s spine at the unusual sight. The woman kept a good distance between her and the trio to avoid being detected at the expense of losing sight of them.
“Yessss. One of them hass found...a sssshard of sssome sort. Evidenceee of blood and copper inlays on it made it look of value to ...those...hemomanncerrss...turning it away wasss probably for the bessst.” Replied another. The Magistrix grew intrigued as she kept listening. She struggled to do so as they were going farther and farther away from her position.
A Zandalari exile bargaining with Vorrik’s company?
“He’sss ssspeaking withh more exilesss. But it seeems that they refussed to work with themmm asss well. The Zzzzandalari was bound for Atul Aman…” was all she heard before they disappeared into the night.
There we are...A lead.
The company seemed to have headed toward the Terrace of the Devoted so she thought to herself to look there if she so needed to eavesdrop on another conversation or to confront them.
The Magistrix brought comms to her lips to speak into it but the connection there was unstable for the moment. She first tried to comm the Div and relayed as much as she could before the signal died. Another attempt was made to speak with Kirilovos as soon as possible, repeating what she had experienced and heard from the night so far to him in hope that he had heard her over the comm.
Then, her thoughts went to someone she had offered help to in recent times. Knowing that her daughter’s health was poor, the Mage had traveled this far to try and remedy the ailing girl back to her lively self. She paused for a moment and thought back to the last time they spoke at Van’Analesh Manor and the injury that followed. Her eyes closed at the recollection of images within her mind. The thoughts, the whispers, the convulsions the Captain had suffered….then nothing. Word had traveled to the Mage then that her daughter tried to force the Shadow out of herself by going on a pilgrimage to the Sunwell, a place the Magistrix herself had not visited since coming in contact with the Heart. Of course, the Mage felt guilt but there was no time to think about it now. Nimuehdra brought the comm to her lips and tried to contact the Cove.
(This was a quick prologue to the new story that would follow soon! BIG thank you to my friend, Ilyea for helping me out and being super patient about its development! She titled the story too! ^^)
