Feychild

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

“No. We haven’t” Liaena snapped

Upon receiving a stare from Sharon, the girl threw out a defensive arm towards the garden. “Look, I don’t like leaving Rithrynn either but how exactly do you propose we get her back!? She’s lodged inside Serphia’s giant butt, currently having a melee throw-down with a demon. That imbecile of a captain recently blew up all of my potions, I’ve officially run dry, and I don’t think my pliers are going to reach her even if I went spelunking. I’m good, but I’m not that good”

“If you’re going to admit that, then it must be serious”

Kathlin murmured. Looking slightly furtive under Sharon’s gaze, Liaena avoided his eye. “After all this mess is over, we can come back and get her”

“Besides…not that I’m going to point it out but it’d be much harder to hide from Sherpa – if we drag around someone literally sleeping with the enemy”

“So where are we going?”
Kathlin enquired, with an obvious attempt to inject some optimism into the situation as Sharon shook his head and started to form the gestures for the teleportation ritual. Liaena merely shook her head in answer to his question. “I don’t care. Not the north. Nowhere too close. Somewhere quiet”

“DON’T YOU DARE!”

Liaena’s head snapped around to see a very angry Draenei, rumbling through the corridor towards them with a bewildered Vashi in tow. Kathlin stepped in front of her, mumbling a prayer as one of her glowing shield sprouted around them, Mei smacking into that rather than into Sharon and disrupting the ritual. “Ah, sorry about that Ma’am, but we mean no harm to you. It’s an inter-dimensional portal this time, promise”

“There – perfect!”

Sharon pronounced as the spell concluded and a portal shimmered into life before them. Not even taking the time to check what was on the other side, Liaena grabbed Kathlin by one hand and Sharon by the other. “SorryifweoffendedyougiveSerphiamybestbyeeee!”

Under the influence of the haste spell, the bound through the portal took only a fraction of a second. The shield immediately collapsed as it’s caster left the scene, leaving Mei and Vashi free to move as they would. The other three found themselves stumbling into a new environment entirely.

“Do you think they’ll follow us?”

Kathlin asked. Liaena stumbled around, barely taking the time to process her surroundings as she looked at Sharon. “Close it!”

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“Ohhh….that is just all sorts of copyright infringement”

Liaena thought as she stared out over the garden at the two giantesses ducking it out, before shaking herself briskly to return to reality…such as it was, anyway. “Sharon?”

-zoom- Not in the atrium

-zoom- Not trying to leave through the secret passage. Silly man.

-zoom- Yes, in his den…. ”Sharon!” the girl exclaimed as she skidded to a stop through the door. “We need to go. Your garden is officially trampled to oblivion and your house is next. Did you…”
The girl paused as she took in the assorted paraphernalia around the room from Sharon and Kathlin’s ill-fated experiment, a few shards of crystal scattered around the room. “What…did you open a portal? Did it work?”

….

“Ah.”

After a pregnant pause, Liaena gave Sharon a commiserating smile. “Okay. We need to leave, after destroying the evidence. Serphia’s helping with that”

“RAWWWGH!”

*CRASH*

Liaena ducked instinctively as another shock rippled through the house, as presumably one of the giantesses knocked against the building and sheared off a section of it. “Just as well you had insurance. We’re leaving”

“Er, Liaena…”

“Don’t ‘er, Liaena’ me, we are leaving before either the city guard or Sherpa show up. I’m not sure which is worse” Liaena said sharply as she started to rapidly pull apart the demon-summoning equipment and douse the separate components where they lay on the floor. “It’d be nice if they thought you were dead. I wouldn’t count on it though”

“Liaena….”

Her boyfriend said in a placatory tone that the girl chose to ignore as she fished out her flint to strike a spark, tossing it ably onto the alcohol on the floor that rapidly took alight. Grabbing him by the waist to lift him off the ground slightly, she moved – a maneover that took her skiddying into the atrium again.

“Liaena, Sherpa will likely have agents watching this house. They may be aware of the secret passageways…”

“Oh no doubt” Liaena muttered, before suddenly vanishing again. Where she had been was made readily apparent when she reappeared a moment later with Kathlin in tow, the latter breathless and completely mud splattered. There was suddenly a scream from the garden.
“EEEH! Where did she GO!?”

“Okay, Kitty, dispell the spells preventing teleportation in or out. Sharon, get ready to teleport us out as soon as she's done. I estimate….you have 10 seconds for the demon to stay confused. Get moving” Liaena snapped. Kathlin stared at her, before glancing over at Sharon with a somewhat perplexed smile.
“So are we leaving? I like this plan if you do, Mister Dal’dieb”

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

“Why does this always seem to happen?”

So were Liaena’s thoughts as the large rear end of Malizia plummeted towards her, a scene she had witnessed before on many, many unhappy occasions….although usually the hindquarters were purple. The split second observation was accompanied by diving for cover, although the rump was far too big and her position far too central for the move to prevent her being crushed.

Except in this instance, it did. Adrenaline flowed through her body and Liaena found herself flying backwards, much too fast, straight through the room and the doorway only to crash into the corridor wall opposite. Behind her, there was a much louder crash as Malizia’s butt carved away most of that room and quite a lot of the northern flank of the mansion, before landing on the ground and continuing to scream and writhe around on the ground. Fortunately or not, the slush was doing a decent job of putting the flames out.

“K-kitty? Don’t tell me you were under that” Liaena muttered as she edged to the doorway, now being the edge of the building, to survey the carnage below. “….She should be able to shield at least”

“YOU!”

“….yes, me”
The girl grumbled as she about-turned, to give Litherielle the evil eye. The sentinel was glaring daggers back, as Vashi and the Draenei from earlier carted an unconscious Serphia along to lay her gently on the floor. “You ruined Mistress’s grand victory! This is all your fault!”

“Oooh yes obviously, inconveniencing the person who summoned the damn thing makes it all my fault”

“Let me have a look at her” Liaena said instead as she rushed over to check Serphia’s vitals. This movement took a fraction of a moment for her to travel down the corridor, which made the girl pause in her tracks. “Huh”

Shaking her head to return to the present, Liaena stared to mimic Mei’s actions from earlier as she poked and prodded the Night Elf. “Nothing seems broken. She’s probably just winded. Just let me….”

“….”

“...Oh yeah” the girl said as she studied the empty space at her side, having reached for her satchel only to find empty air. Sparing a glare at Serphia, the girl surveyed her surroundings for inspiration before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

“Y’know, I could really get used to this”

Back again, it was unclear maybe how far she had actually travelled but now a full bath tub was now trailing after her. “Fredrick really is very dedicated, but unfortunately it’s gotten cold. However…”

Glancing around, the girl met Mei’s eyes with a smirk. “Now she may be a little tetchy after this, so I may not stick around. I’m sure you understand”

“Sure…”

-SPLOOSH-

*zoom*

“heh” Liaena chuckled at the distant roar of fury behind her. Now standing in another part of the building entirely, the girl took a moment to dust herself down ostentaciously before zipping back towards the garden. “Oh Sharon. Love you.”

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Sorry, been busy all week. I'll try put a post together tomorrow after work

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

“Good to know you’ve got your priorities sorted, Frederick” Liaena gasped as she pulled most of her upper body out of the garden well, almost completely covered with pond filth, mould and other nasties from the waste up. She was also holding onto a large oil-skin sack in a similar state of disrepute which she had apparently just levered out of the well. Frederick gave it a look of polite concern. “An excellent collection, Lady Rune. Some of those vintages have been sourced from another dimension”

“Oh good, maybe our extra-dimensional visitor is already acquainted then” Liaena muttered as she pulled a bottle of whiskey out of the sack to squint at it. “I’ll ask her to write a review…oooh, 70% proof.”

“Although actually, some of that sounded quite good. Breakfast didn’t happen….”

Liaena spared a regretful look at the window Miz Collin’s voice as she sprinted towards the edge of the mansion, to find a drainpipe and start to clamber up the side of the building. Unmolested, Malizia and Serphia happily occupied with each other, the girl didn’t stop until she found a ledge on the 3rd floor that overlooked the scene and at least provided some level of cover.

“Hrm. I forget. Are demons fire-proof?”

Liaena mumbled to herself as she stared down at the carnage. “Come to that – are Night Elves fire proof?”

“….”

“Ah well. We all need to make sacrifices – Captain” the girl commented blithely as she uncorked the bottle of whiskey, and shoved a wad of cloth inside it. Reaching inside her robes for a flint – which she thankfully had not mislaid – to start striking sparks until one finally caught at the fabric. Balancing it in one hand as the flame took hold, Liaena readied herself before almost tossing it casually towards Malizia, where some clothing and armour still clung somehow to the demons skin in spite of the abuse it had suffered. “Just need to get the timing….right”

*FWOOOOSH*

“Hmm. I probably didn’t hold it long enough” Liaena commented as she surveyed her handiwork, with at least some of the Demon’s clothes on fire. The girl reached down for another bottle. “Take two”

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“Ehhh…”

Kathlin glanced around to assess her options. Right above her head, one gigantic demon…dranei…thing. To her left, angry Night Elves. To her right, Liaena also in hiding, making very obvious shooing motions at her. “Yes, thank you. It’s easier said than done”
“Ugh….” The demon rolled her eyes, before bending down towards Kathlin in a quick pounce. “Let’s take this somewhere else, sweet-thing”

“Nooo…no no no no! Thank you” Kathlin gasped as she scrambled around the overturned wooden structure, trying to squirm out of the way of Malizia’s fingers. Summoning a faintly growing orb of Light, the demon squealed as it was tossed at her hands. “Hey!”

“OI! GIANT DEMON DEATH KNIGHT!”

Liaena yelled, having abandoned her hide-out to stand on top of a garden chair. Normally, this would add to her height significantly. Given the other occupants of the garden, this was very much a losing battle. “YOUR INTENDED WISHES YOU TO PROVE YOUR LOVE BY DEFEATING HER FOE! THE NIGHT ELF CAPTAIN SERPHIA! ….RIGHT!?”

“What?”

“….”

“Oh. Yes…yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea!” Kathlin said weakly. She had at this point managed to anchor herself somewhere where the large sausage fingers were having trouble stretching in to. It was presumably only a matter of time before Malizia realised it was easier to tear the entire contraption apart. “Yes! I’d love it if you took care of her for me. I’ll…uh, watch. From over here”

“For the Light’s sake, that potion is wasted on her. I’d have that thing eating out of my hand by now” Liaena grumbled as she slithered back down behind the wheelbarrow. In all of the mayhem, the girl had found herself quite close to the garden well, which she now gave an appraising look. “I wonder if Sharon’s secret stash is still intact”

….

Worst comes to worst, they’ll make excellent Molotov’s.

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“Now see, this is why this is forbidden by my religion…”

Kathlin muttered, hiding behind an overturned pagoda. The air stank of fel magic, corruption and generally of things having-gone-extremely-wrong-in-a-very-short-space-of-time. The girl stuck her head out from behind the pagoda briefly, to take in the new demonic entity, then hastily withdrew it again. “Noop, don’t wanna get kissed by that”

“Wughhh…stupid…Night Elves…dumb Dranei…” Liaena coughed as she levered herself painfully out of the fist-shaped dent in the ground. The girl stared around in mild confusion as she took in the ash and smoke in the air. “Not sure it was meant to do that…”

“….”

Slowly tilting her head to look upwards, her heart sank like a stone as she took in the very large, very angry looking demon looming above her, well aware of her existence and looking distinctly unfriendly. “….definitely wasn’t meant to do that”

“—Men, FIRE!”

Just when Malizia was raising a huge hand to create Liaena-chunks – a volley of crossbow bolts smacked into the demon, knocking it to one side with a roar of anger and mild annoyance. A number of Stormwind guards had apparently finally responded to the calls of alarm, led by a wey-faced Captain who looked like he wished past him had shown less professionalism. “Summon the Paladins! We have a number one threat loose in the city! You – go! The rest of you, reload and get ready to engage!”

He pointed at one of the guardsman, who was all too happy to cut and run as he fled away down the street in the vague direction of the Cathedral. The others fumbled to reload as the Captain looked up at the demon that was in the process of lunging at him, fists ready. “Oh, mother”

“RAWWWGHH—“ *tink*

*tink tink tink tink tink*

The captain gasped for dear life as he took in the translucent shield that was surrounding him. “Thank the light!”

Malizia meanwhile, took in the sight with rapidly dawning comprehension , to turn and stare wildly around for the magic’s creator. “my love!”

“….what did it say!?”

“Never mind that – FIRE!!!”

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“That also sounds hazardous” Kathlin called back, before swallowing as she stared down at the trigger in her hands…which now was also spitting out sparks. “Then again….there is one, verus t’other…”

Malizia meanwhile seemed entirely unperturbed by the noises the machine was making, which was only appropriate given all of her body was fuelled by the kind of magic that was threatening to be unleashed. “Hazard? Danger? Noooo…don’t you worry. I would slay the world for you, little one!”

“That’s kinda the problem” Kathlin said weakly, before looking at the trigger again – and the ground far beneath her. The distance wasn’t the problem, it was more the point she was being held very tightly. “This is turning into heroic sacrifice material…oh dear. I’d rather not do that. I’d only just got over last time”

“You improve…Serphia so much, Rithrynn” Liaena gasped with half a chuckle to herself as she fled through the lower corridors and up several flights of stairs. “….Maybe if I get….the entire war band in…she’ll finally make an acceptable house mate”

Flinging the curtain aside to skid into the garden, Liaena stared up at the behemoth above her, holding…. “—WHAT, are you DOING!?!”

“Improvising”
Kathlin called back. Malizia meanwhile, glanced down to acquire a glare of aggravation as she spotted Liaena. “This is a private moment! DIE!”

Liaena stared up at the large fist descending towards her. Lacking the personal mobility to move out of the way, she simply raised the dart gun and fired into it. “Large target at least”

*CRUNCH*

“—ow”

“And now, my beloved – oooh, I feel….fuzzy” Malizia began, before staring at Kathlin in alarm as a burning sensation took over her body. “I – my love – what is –“

And then the fingers surrounding her shrank and moulded into claws incapable of maintaining a grip. Plummeting towards the ground, Kathlin at least had the presence of mind to hammer a fist down on the big red button firmly. “Damn button pressed, Mister!”

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“While I’m sure Sharon’s neighbours would definitely appreciate a second giantess on their lawn…no. It got blown up” Liaena said sweetly, only allowing herself to sound slightly sardonic at she stared at Serphia. Judging from the Night Elf’s currently behaviour, she probably had a slightly increased allowance for snark before the captain hit her. “Because somebody decided to blow up my satchel. Never mind, I’m sure they had a plan”

“Mrrwh…?” Serphia sounded somewhat distant as she arched her back in a stretch with a purr of satisfaction. “…Sounds like…some sort of idiotic, monkey plan to me”

“Oh yes. I quite agree”

Lithrielle looked confusedly up at her captain. “But mistress, didn’t you…”

“---So, some sort of small creature” Liaena cut in sharply, before smiling widely up at the pair. “Unless either of you have a better plan? No? Then let’s go then!”

Marching past the two Night Elves, Liaena confidently pushed open the door to the pantry…before her face fell. “Oh…right. Jeez, do you lot use your boobs like camel humps or something?”

The pantry was indeed entirely desecrated, completely emptied to sustain the ravaging habits of Night Elves. Liaena entered slowly, staring around, before dropping to her knees to start scouting under the cupboards much to the bemusement of the elves behind her. After a few seconds of this, Serphia started to get nervous. “What are you doing!? I will remind you, giant spiders are a sin against Elune…”

“Here we go!” Liaena said triumphantly, and some tiny squeaking noises erupted as she pulled out a mouse trap cage with a tiny mouse running around inside it. “I figured Miz Collins would be too busy with you lot to empty these. Or maybe she just needed the extra meat on standby, who knows?”

“…”

“Oh right. Didn’t you know?” Liaena remarked casually to Lithrielle in response to her bemused look, as she stuffed the cage into a pocket and headed for the door. “Those pub lunches you’ve had over here? Probably rat meat. Don't worry, they wash them to flush out the poisons first”

*

“Is that to have deniability, Mister Dal’dieb?” Kathlin enquired as she took the ominous looking trigger box, to stare at the even more ominous looking big red button dubiously. “Seventy-five percent. Somehow that feels worse than if you had said less…”

“AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!”

"LOOK! I FOUND A DISTRACTION!"

“…That sounds like a problem”

Sticking her head out of the window, Kathlin took in the scene in the garden below her with Malizia advancing on Silje. “A very small problem…creating a very big problem. They are too close together for button-pushy, Mister Dal’dieb”

“….”

“This thing works remotely, right Mister Dal’dieb?” Kathlin enquired as she unlatched the window, to start to casually clambered out, trigger box and all. “That’s good. I’ll be right back”

Landing lightly in the slushy garden below as though she had just skipped down a step, Kathlin braced herself, finger hovering over the trigger as she waded through the grass and muck towards the Deathknight, before stopping at what she could best estimate to be a ‘safe distance’ away, and on the opposite side of Malizia to Silje. “er, Hello! Giant Draenei Death Knight! We spoke earlier!”

The girl couldn’t help but swallow as Malizia paused in her tracks, to turn and stare at the second Most Beautiful Being. “I don’t suppose…you could step away from the screaming human? It would be very nice of you”

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Sup guys

I am on holiday in Spain, and have been for 4 days. Without WiFi. And completely forgot to mention it.

I'll be back on the 2nd October but expect me to AWOL until then.