"The creature choose an old chunk of meat over you." Sharon would comment from the safety of Sentinel Ashira's shoulder, gazing down towards Aleena who sat on the ground, somehow covered in even more sludge now with the addition of some newly added saliva.
"I do not know whether you should feel lucky or offended. Or maybe both."
The High Elf said jokingly, before turning around to look towards the water in the deeper lake of sludge in the middle of it.
"I have heard stories of a giant crocodile roaming the Stormwind sewer, but a giant squid is a new one. I ought to question Li and her friends about this. Having a giant carnivorous cephalopod roaming freely around the sewer could hardly be defined as safe for the public!"
For some mysterious reason, Sharon had an inkling of doubt with regards to Kathlin's story. As did obviously a lot of the elves too when he quickly glanced across the rest of the group.
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A simple and shoddy windowless wooden carriage was riding through the streets of Stormwind's Mage District, pulled by two muscular and large black horses directed by a bearded middle aged man shrouded in a heavy trench oat and large tophat.
The chariot would eventually stop behind one of the houses, having parked in a small alleyway outside the main road.
Throwing a rather suspicious look around, checking to see if the coast was clear, the driver would then lean backwards and knocking against the surface of the carriage.
Inside of the carriage would be a small team of nearly a dozen people, cramped together. All of them were humans and were wearing simple commoner's clothes, with the exception of two of the passengers. The first was the towering presence of a large and dark blue Draenei woman who was sitting in the back of the carriage, wearing a full White Hand uniform of polished platemail armor and satin white cloaks and tabard, and easily taking up more than two seats, leaving her fellow passengers rather cramped for space. The second one was a lone, hooded High Elf, sitting in the corner closest to the door, and apparently having done a good job at pushing away the nearest human passengers.
"Why are we stopping so early?" One of the passengers would ask, who was a young human woman by the name of Silje. The girl stood easily out from the rest of the humans, all of whom were more rugged, strong and fit fighting aged men and women.
"We have reports that the Night Elves had posted sentries on the rooftops. We cannot risk going any closer." The driver would speak through a small window in the front of the carriage.
"Ohh, okay." Silje then said, before realizing that every other occupant of the carriage was giving her a dark stare!
"Nevermind me, I'll just... sit here, doing nothing, ahem, I mean LISTENING! ... I'll be quiet!"
Silje was quick to forfeit, quickly throwing a pleading look over at the large Draenei, Malizia, who was sitting in the carriage along with her, gesturing and begging for her to say anything to take the attention off her!
"Right, we're here... " Malizia would finally speak, looking out across the rest in the wagon.
"I'll make a quick recap of our mission: our goal is to infiltrate a mr. Sharon Dal'Dieb's mansion, a rich High Elf living in the district. With the aid of our polymorph potions and the genetic material left behind by the Night Elves during their terrorist attack on Honor's Watch, we will fool the elven guards, assume command over the garrison in the absence of their real warlord, and make them vacate the mansion. I will pose as a prisoner, and Specialist Valion will shrink down and shadow us, dealing with any potential complications that might arise. Once we have successfully cleared the mansion, Bravo team will move in, set up the ambush, and kill the criminal Sharon Dal'dieb when he returns. Understood?"
All of the other occupants in the carriage gave a firm nod, with the exception of one man who cautiously raised his hand. Malizia turned to him and nodded.
"Yes, Leroy?"
"I don't speak Darnassi or whatever the hell language the purple elves used. What do we do if they address us in their language?"
"Fortunately for all of us, you won't have to speak a single word during the mission." Malizia replied, before turning to Silje.
"Silje Vanderan is a grade-A Cultural student, versed in both Orcish, Dwarven, Gnomish as well as Darnassian, including their cultures and lore. She will take the role of the elven warlord and do the talking. The rest of you will only follow her around, supporting her every decision."
"Uh, hi guys... I'm Silje." Silje carefully said, meekly raising a hand and attempting to smile towards the rest of the rugged looking chevaliers in the carriage.
"Enough. Time to dismount. Potions and sentinel uniforms are in the bags. Let's not delay any further!" Malizia spoke with a clear voice, moving to stand up and inadvertently forcing the rest of the occupants to begin barreling out of the back of the carriage lest they be squeezed by Malizia!
After being disgorged out the back of the wagon, the chevaliers had dragged their bags with them and were already beginning to consume their own polymorph potions. After numerous complaints about the taste and stripping out of their old clothes, half of the chevaliers had already completed their transformations, now mimicking the exact looks of the elves Serphia had brought with her to Honor's Watch!
Silje, peeking out of the carriage, immediately blushed when she saw some of the chevaliers strip down before taking their potions, eyeing her own worriedly before looking towards Malizia.
"Uhhh, Miss Malizia... do I need to strip down too?" She asked with a worried tone.
Malizia looked at her and shook her head.
"No, it is only recommended that you do. It's your call though."
"Thanks!" Silje exclaimed, and snuck around the carriage.
Moments later, the girl would have found a profound change! Silje, having originally been a girl of little more than 5.4ft tall, was looking thoroughly amazed when she was now towering at 8ft as Captain Serphia's exact lookalike.
"Light, this is amazing! I'm as tall as you now!" Silje exclaimed, sounding excited as she looked towards Malizia. Malizia merely nodded in return.
"Yes, though I hope you were not too attached to your old clothes.
"What?" Silje asked, gaining a confused look on her face when she eventually gazed down, only to let out an audible 'eeep!' when she saw her clothes, now turned into torn strips hanging loosely around her much larger body. The originally tiny girl, now standing at 8ft, leaped into hiding in the carriage. Malizia merely let out a sigh, turning the other way and offhandly tossing the bag with the elven uniform after Silje.
"Seriously? I thought we were getting uniforms, not this!" Chevalier-Ashira, originally known as Lisa, would exclaim furiously when the chevalier-nelf held up a metal thong towards Malizia!
"It IS their uniform. Don't ask me why. It's a cultural thing." Malizia responded, simply letting out a sigh.
Lisa simply murmured something under her breath while reluctantly pulling it on. Yet Malizia wouldn't manage to as much as turn around before she again heard the voice of Lisa-Ashira calling out!
"LEROY! Stop doing that!"
"What? This is cool!"
When Malizia turned to look around, she could see Chevalier-Night Elf Leroy-Aleena, currently deeply interested in examining his, or her, new body; with particular emphasis on enhanced upper front assets. Next to him was Lisa-Ashira, giving him a big stink eye.
"Both of you, shut up and get dressed! We're doing this mission TODAY!" Malizia would bark out, causing the both of them to almost jump off the ground when the Draenei called them!
"I will... go ahead and cover you from up high." The High Elven specialist named Valion who had been quiet up to that point eventually added, walking next to Malizia. He was wearing some simple, darkened leather armor and cloak, with some red strands of hair running out from his cowl. Producing a small vial, he would drink it, suddenly shrinking down to the point he was small enough to fit in a person's palm. Yet before Malizia could say anything to him, the now shrunk elf would disappear in a magical blink, vanishing into thin air!
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A few minutes later, the chevalier-Night Elves dressed in their copied elven armor would finally be making their way down the main street and heading towards the front gate of the mansion.
Malizia was in the middle of the group, her hands bound on her back and the chevalier-elf next to her holding her sheated swords. Silje-Serphia would be walking in the front, having to occasionally be pushed forward by the chevalier-elf behind her as she secretly tried to be anywhere but in the front of the troop!
As they approached the front gate and the elf standing watch there, Silje-Serphia would raise a hand while bringing on a big smile.
"Hiiii there! Can you let us in?" She would ask, looking down at the watcher. Malizia, overhearing the conversation, would take the oppertuniy to give Silje-Serphia a swift kick in the back of her greave, causing her to quickly change her tone.
"OFH! Uh, I mean... I demand that you let me in right now, Sentinel!" Silje-Serphia then said, changing the tone of her voice into something that a timid person would believe a bossy voice would sound like!