Rae'liel - The Honored Guest

Even as the White Hand members gave the strangely dressed Elven woman a suspicious stare, her gaze invisibly met theirs as they strode on by. She was doing nothing that warranted their action, nor did she seem like she was a threat, so Rae simply stood quietly as they brushed by. She was no fool, for drawing attention as an unknown would be most unwise; rather, she had simply wanted to see what her adversary had at his disposal.

Impassively looking towards the ramparts as the towered overhead, the Paladin contemplated just exactly how they small motley crew would have to infiltrate the massive structure. Biting her lip, her arms folded just as a new voice echoed out from a lower height. Sharply, her head would snap towards the voice, and it did not take long for her to recognize where it came from. A dwarven dock worker had piped up to her as he had taken a break, and the Elven woman looked down at him intensely from the guise of her goggles.

"It is quite intimidating, for a structure built mostly by humans," she would humbly state while drawing up her palms to rest them atop the curvature of her hips. "Though one can see its flaws. All cannonade has a specific range, and judging by the length of those barrels, these can shoot quite far. That being said, some ship cannon work can sit just outside the range of this fortress and bombard the harbor it protects into oblivion." Shrugging slightly as the Dwarven worker puffed his chest proudly in defiance, he would then retort harshly in kind to her words.

"Thos' re made of the finest dwarven smiths o' the age! Are you daft? No guns can out'ange them." As if on call, one cannon fired and the thunder of it echoed throughout the harbor. Yet the Blood Elf remained unimpressed as the shot arced through the sky and landed distant in the water. Then, and only then did she truly realize something wonderful; for all its bristling artillery and heavily reinforced walls, this fortress did not compensate for a specific kind of assault.

The kind of attack that she dealt with quite commonly in the savage Outlands.

"Sin'Dorei weaponry easily outrange that." She responded casually to the Dwarf, who fumed even further. "I've seen it, sadly. Do take care!" Casually waving a hand, she sauntered away from the docks and headed nonchalantly back towards Sharon's mansion. Taking the winding roads and alleyways throughout Stormwind to try and see if she were being followed, the Sin'Dorei could not help but hear the sound of another pair of feet scuffling as quietly as they could behind her.

Whipping about and drawing her sword, a blade came whistling towards her through the air, and she easily struck it aside. A shift of Shadows further drew her attention and this time, she stomped her foot stubbornly into the ground, and the alleyway's floor was suddenly filled with white fire. Burning the soles of a hooded man, he quickly turned to flee only to suddenly have the curvature of a Sin'Dorei's blade set upon his jugular. Her breathing however, was labored. The conflict from before having still taken its toll as she tore off the goggles to reveal emerald orbs instead of blue to allow her gaze to regain her focus. 

"Tell your boss something for me, won't you?" She inquired of the trembling human. "Tell him that the Rae'liel, Light's Vengeance is coming for him. Deathknights have no place here." Pulling her blade away and sheathing it, she glared harshly at the man as he stumbled first and then broke into a horrified run straight back towards a certain fortress upon the cliffs overlooking the sea.

Finally however, after a few more winding roads, she returned back to Sharon's mansion among a literal sea of glares as she opened the door and quickly shut it. Ignoring the huntress e's and striding past them, the Paladin made her way back up the trashed stairs and ruined hallways to find none other than her courteous host still musing in his thoughts. 

"Your brother has quite the fancy house," she joked first, cracking an amused smile at the thought of it. "However, if you cared to strike while you still have a commendable force at your fingertips, I've a plan. It requires me to ask a favor of an friend, but I assure you that it will work." Taking up a pencil, she began to sketch a picture of his brother's fortress with remarkable accuracy and detail, down to even the number of cannons on the ramparts.

"He has too heavy of a guard on the front door and the flanks are too heavily armored. So, from the ground and from the sea, one could say that this is near impregnable. However, " she matter-of-factly stated as she drew her pencil to point at the ceiling. "The only defense he has against the sky is a few makes and archers. Those are fairly negligible, if we use what we have now. I can call in a few dozen gyrocopters that are heavily armed from the Scryer engineers in Shattrath. They can soften up their defenses, and a handful can attack from above. After the roof is cleared, they can access the gate controls, open the doors, and let your huntresses run wild."

Rae would cracked a confident grin in the moment that followed. "Then, and only then, we could infiltrate amongst all the madness, find your brother, and remove him of his mortal coil. How does this sound?"