"Book?" Murphy repeated, throwing Kathlin a slightly surprised look, before the servant moved an inquisitive glance over to Captain Adolph.
The Captain, in turn, made a confused expression back at Kathlin, forming a bewildered grimace as if he was completely ignorant of the question.
"What book?" He asked, and Murphy's gaze now too fell upon Kathlin. An awkward silence had erupted as the two men were simply staring at the source of the original question, Kathlin. Ragnar, who was standing next to the girl, was on the verge of opening his mouth; but was interrupted just in time as Adolph was the first to break the silence.
"I'm not sure, but you are the investigator I heard about, aren't you?" The White Hand Captain inquired as he looked back at Kathlin, his expression having grown more neutral.
"Yes... ?"
"Good. You did well helping the lady of the house in the murder investigation, but now the White Hand is taking over. You are you hand over any evidence you may have found in your investigation to White Hand personnel, and vacate these premises. We thank you for your cooperation, but your assistance will no longer be needed."
"What, ye can't just throw us out like this?! This is our case too, especially since it happened on tha Vanguard's watch! I ain't letting the slimy bastards get away!" Ragnar protested, the dwarf raising his voice and shaking his fist at the Captain! The loud protest also succeeded in attracting the attention of some of the other White Hand mercenaries in the room who looked over at them to see what the commotion was about, some of them moving their hands closer to the handle of their swords.
Realizing that he was outnumbered, Ragnar managed to pause his rant, glaring up at Adolph who threw a rather unimpressed look back at the dwarf.
"It is not I, but Lady Rosamery's decision. The White Hand is to assume all the responsibilities of the Red Vanguard upon its arrival." Adolph explained in a slightly irritated tone.
"I realize that you have belongings in your quarters that you may not have packed yet. I give you ten minutes, but by that time, I want both of you outside the mansion gate. Understood? This is our operation now."
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"Fret not, I will only repay what has been dealt to me. It is only fair in law, no? They did shoot first on both occasions for little reason other than poor judgement."
"I must argue, Kindreth, you can't be seriou... "
Yes, apparently she was serious.
Sharon was left standing in the room as Rae'liel had already left in her chase for retribution against the Night Elves. Sharon could do nothing but slowly raise a hand up to his head, before covering his face with his palm while emitting a deep, disappointed 'SIGH'.
"This is going to be absolutely great... " He muttered to himself in a slightly annoyed tone, silently mourning the devastation that was sure to follow Rae'liel's rashness!
Gathering himself, Sharon decided that it was best to follow, just to make sure no necks were broken, and that the collateral damage to his estate was kept to the minimum. Walking over to the bookshelf behind his desk, Sharon reached behind it to pull our a silver formed magical staff with a blue sapphire attached to the shaft by an intricate series of metallic whirls. Turning back to Liaena, he placed a hand on her shoulder; "I will be right back. I just have to sort out this mess."
And with that, Sharon followed in the footsteps of both Rae'liel and Serphia, quickly walking out of his trashed study in pursuit of the former two. On his side, Friedrick suddenly appeared around a corner, holding a plate of tea and wine; before pausing when he saw Sharon walking past him.
"Master Sharon, Lady Kindreth just went to challenge the Night Elves. Shall I bring the popped corn?" Friedrick asked, but Sharon merely shook his head; as he marched towards the noise and the chaos that was at the end of the hallway where the battle between Serphia and Rae'liel took place.
"An impressive shot, indeed." Sounded the voice of a man, not far from Solares.
The source; a dark haired human male standing on the roof not far away from them in the shadow of a pipe, wearing a brown cloak over a simple leather torso and cloth pants. There were some leather belts running across his chest and waist beneath his cloak, and hidden among them a sharp eye could barely catch the glimmer of a metal object. His face seemed rather young and firm, and his expression was neutral.
When the elves became aware of his presence, the younger man raised his hands into the air to signal peace.
"I do apologize the rude interruption, it was never my intention to alarm you, you must understand." Donald explained, while performing a graceful bow.
"My name is Donald Farwright, a humble man who merely seeks to return what was stolen from him in the past.
Donald spoke with a calm voice, his gray eyes switching between Arinis and Solares. Despite his inaction at large, the man's eyes seemed to be at full work, analyzing every inch of the two ladies with the greatest curiosity.
"I could not help but notice that we were looking at the same thing. Perhaps it is destiny that has brought us together, for I too seek entry to the house." Donald explained, while subtlety motioning towards the mansion with his head.
"I believe we can help each other out, for I have already been inside once."
"I must argue, Kindreth, you can't be seriou... "
Yes, apparently she was serious.
Sharon was left standing in the room as Rae'liel had already left in her chase for retribution against the Night Elves. Sharon could do nothing but slowly raise a hand up to his head, before covering his face with his palm while emitting a deep, disappointed 'SIGH'.
"This is going to be absolutely great... " He muttered to himself in a slightly annoyed tone, silently mourning the devastation that was sure to follow Rae'liel's rashness!
Gathering himself, Sharon decided that it was best to follow, just to make sure no necks were broken, and that the collateral damage to his estate was kept to the minimum. Walking over to the bookshelf behind his desk, Sharon reached behind it to pull our a silver formed magical staff with a blue sapphire attached to the shaft by an intricate series of metallic whirls. Turning back to Liaena, he placed a hand on her shoulder; "I will be right back. I just have to sort out this mess."
And with that, Sharon followed in the footsteps of both Rae'liel and Serphia, quickly walking out of his trashed study in pursuit of the former two. On his side, Friedrick suddenly appeared around a corner, holding a plate of tea and wine; before pausing when he saw Sharon walking past him.
"Master Sharon, Lady Kindreth just went to challenge the Night Elves. Shall I bring the popped corn?" Friedrick asked, but Sharon merely shook his head; as he marched towards the noise and the chaos that was at the end of the hallway where the battle between Serphia and Rae'liel took place.
"An impressive shot, indeed." Sounded the voice of a man, not far from Solares.
The source; a dark haired human male standing on the roof not far away from them in the shadow of a pipe, wearing a brown cloak over a simple leather torso and cloth pants. There were some leather belts running across his chest and waist beneath his cloak, and hidden among them a sharp eye could barely catch the glimmer of a metal object. His face seemed rather young and firm, and his expression was neutral.
When the elves became aware of his presence, the younger man raised his hands into the air to signal peace.
"I do apologize the rude interruption, it was never my intention to alarm you, you must understand." Donald explained, while performing a graceful bow.
"My name is Donald Farwright, a humble man who merely seeks to return what was stolen from him in the past.
Donald spoke with a calm voice, his gray eyes switching between Arinis and Solares. Despite his inaction at large, the man's eyes seemed to be at full work, analyzing every inch of the two ladies with the greatest curiosity.
"I could not help but notice that we were looking at the same thing. Perhaps it is destiny that has brought us together, for I too seek entry to the house." Donald explained, while subtlety motioning towards the mansion with his head.
"I believe we can help each other out, for I have already been inside once."
I'll have to see about that, Saltwater. I'm quite busy at the moment with a lot of assignments due this month, but I will see if I can't manage to find the time to include you as well ;)
And yes, Rithrynn, though you might want to add some centuries to that. Maybe a millennium or two.
And yes, Rithrynn, though you might want to add some centuries to that. Maybe a millennium or two.
As the silence returned to the room following Serphia's violent departure and show of force, Sharon turned his attention from the door to his ruined desk behind which Rae'liel lay.
"I have to say, that went better than I had expected." Sharon said as he approached the desk, to look down on Rae'liel lying on the other side.
Knowing Serphia's personality and violent background, the fact that Rae'liel's head was still attached to her body was a sign that the meeting had been a success, all things considered.
"Maybe I should have warned Serphia beforehand, so the reception might not have been as bad... but then again, then she might have barred the house and denied all entry if she heard it was a Blood Elf that was coming."
"I'm sorry about that, she may have some slight... anger management issues, to put it mildly." Sharon explained as he leaned forward and reached out a hand to Rae'liel who was lying on the ground.
"Are you alright?"
"Master Sharon, I saw our honored guest, Captain Serphia, leave this room in a rather foul mood. Did she finally kill somebody?" Suddenly sounded the voice of Friedrick, who had appeared in the door. The butler threw a quick look around the room, before nodding to himself, seemingly already having found the answer.
"No, we survived." Sharon answered politely.
"But we could use some refreshments. And maybe some ice."
"I have to say, that went better than I had expected." Sharon said as he approached the desk, to look down on Rae'liel lying on the other side.
Knowing Serphia's personality and violent background, the fact that Rae'liel's head was still attached to her body was a sign that the meeting had been a success, all things considered.
"Maybe I should have warned Serphia beforehand, so the reception might not have been as bad... but then again, then she might have barred the house and denied all entry if she heard it was a Blood Elf that was coming."
"I'm sorry about that, she may have some slight... anger management issues, to put it mildly." Sharon explained as he leaned forward and reached out a hand to Rae'liel who was lying on the ground.
"Are you alright?"
"Master Sharon, I saw our honored guest, Captain Serphia, leave this room in a rather foul mood. Did she finally kill somebody?" Suddenly sounded the voice of Friedrick, who had appeared in the door. The butler threw a quick look around the room, before nodding to himself, seemingly already having found the answer.
"No, we survived." Sharon answered politely.
"But we could use some refreshments. And maybe some ice."
If it is a shield that can cover a 360* degree angle, then it might be a good idea.
However, a confrontation is preferably avoidable, seeing as Sharon still values the condition of his study. Is there one thing action movies have taught me, then that is that whenever there's a fight, no mercy is shown to the set pieces!
;)
However, a confrontation is preferably avoidable, seeing as Sharon still values the condition of his study. Is there one thing action movies have taught me, then that is that whenever there's a fight, no mercy is shown to the set pieces!
;)
When the door to his study suddenly opened, Sharon turned away from Liaena to look at the new arrival.
He had thought it to be one of the Night Elves walking in the wrong door, maybe Rithrynn had spied and overheard their conversation, or maybe just Marshall who came to give them a half-an-hour loudmouthed lecture about the dangers of dark magic and possessions.
But surprisingly, it was none of them.
"Rae'liel Kindreth?"
"Hah, I'm sure they would. I am glad you could come on such a short notice, Rae'liel." Sharon said, the High Elf's mood having grown quite exponentially already as he had partly forgotten about the gloom and doom of his previous conversation with Liaena.
"I hope I didn't cause you any inconvienence. Oh, and Liaena, this is Rae'liel Kindreth, a friend of mine from the Third War. Rae'liel, this is... "
"There she is, mistress! That's the featherless harpy I spoke of!"
"Oh by the light, I knew this would happen! ... "
Sharon made a deep, mental sigh when he heard the loud voice of Falaani, and shortly thereafter the room was suddenly filled with Night Elven warriors all around them. Sharon inched his head a little away from the pointy end of Serphia's blade, which was a little too sharp for his own comfort, not to mention a little too close to his eyes.
"Ahem... Rae'liel... " Sharon started carefully, looking back at Rae'liel from the Night Elves.
"Meet Captain Serphia, my honored guest and... the one responsible for my protection... "
Sharon hesitated a little bit at the end of his sentence, throwing the sword pointed dangerously close to his eyes a long look; before motioning towards the large and towering Night Elf standing before them.
He had thought it to be one of the Night Elves walking in the wrong door, maybe Rithrynn had spied and overheard their conversation, or maybe just Marshall who came to give them a half-an-hour loudmouthed lecture about the dangers of dark magic and possessions.
But surprisingly, it was none of them.
"Rae'liel Kindreth?"
"Hah, I'm sure they would. I am glad you could come on such a short notice, Rae'liel." Sharon said, the High Elf's mood having grown quite exponentially already as he had partly forgotten about the gloom and doom of his previous conversation with Liaena.
"I hope I didn't cause you any inconvienence. Oh, and Liaena, this is Rae'liel Kindreth, a friend of mine from the Third War. Rae'liel, this is... "
"There she is, mistress! That's the featherless harpy I spoke of!"
"Oh by the light, I knew this would happen! ... "
Sharon made a deep, mental sigh when he heard the loud voice of Falaani, and shortly thereafter the room was suddenly filled with Night Elven warriors all around them. Sharon inched his head a little away from the pointy end of Serphia's blade, which was a little too sharp for his own comfort, not to mention a little too close to his eyes.
"Ahem... Rae'liel... " Sharon started carefully, looking back at Rae'liel from the Night Elves.
"Meet Captain Serphia, my honored guest and... the one responsible for my protection... "
Sharon hesitated a little bit at the end of his sentence, throwing the sword pointed dangerously close to his eyes a long look; before motioning towards the large and towering Night Elf standing before them.
I have a feeling it'll take a while for them to get that last part.
It should be noted that they have notoriously thick skulls, to the point that one would think they'd be virtually immune to concussions and cranial bludgeoning ;)
It should be noted that they have notoriously thick skulls, to the point that one would think they'd be virtually immune to concussions and cranial bludgeoning ;)
"One." Friedrick answered shortly.
"He became a lawyer of all things. Why I would never understand; the man had all the finer qualities to become a honored butler to the higher families of Stormwind, but woe behold; fate did not deem his future so."
Friedrick strategically positioned himself between Rae'liel and the Night Elves whom they walked away from, in case one of the former might be tempted to place an arrow in Rae'liel's neck for talking back to them.
"The reason you were summoned was due to a bad case of assassins, who are also supported by darker forces, which is so typical of Sharon. One thing is for the political world of Stormwind to try to kill you, but it takes a certain kind of character to attract the forces of evil on top of it all!" Friedrick explained as they reached the outer door, which outside of its carved wooden ornaments and decorative gold linings also carried its fair share of heavy steel plating with some magical runes etched into it that glowed dimly in the morning light.
"The door's quite new, actually. We had to replace it after the first night, and all signs indicate that it has so far been assassin... and Night Elf; proof."
The butler pulled the heavy iron handle down, and one of the doors swung open as they were met with a wave of warm air from the inside. Walking inside, he shut the door behind them after Rae'liel had entered.
The atrium was as messy as it had always been since the arrival of Serphia's warband, with pictures hanging sideways, goblets lying around on the floor, alongside two inebriated Night Elves who were fast asleep, one wearing an obviously undersized, human designed set of robes in a flurry of different colors, and the other little more than a thong as she slept upside down in an recliner. The brass bucket normally laid out for canes and staves by the entrance had been occupied by a plethora of spears, bows and other bizarre weapons from the Night Elves's vicious arsenal.
"Do not worry yourself, the vast majority of the elves are restricted to the first and basement level, and most in the living room." Friedrick explained as he lead Rae'liel through the battlefield that was the atrium. Loud noises, screams and laughter still emanated from the lower west flight of the mansion where the living room was located.
"They have been partying for days on end without any rest, and as a consequence of that, so haven't I had any either. How they do it, I have no idea. Before they came here, I had always assumed that dwarves were the uncontested champions of mindless frivolities."
Freidrick continued to talk as he took Rae'liel up through a flight of stairs. The upper levels of the mansion were considerably tidier than the lower ones, the hallways pristine and untouched almost as if no one had walked in them at all short of a crew of professional cleaners.
As they reached the door to Sharon's chambers, Friedrick paused just outside; the voices of Liaena and Sharon could be heard from within. Turning to Rae'liel, Friedrick smiled.
"It's good to see you again, Lady Kindreth. You don't seem to have changed one bit since I last saw you... " Friedrick stated, before pausing and motioning towards the door.
"Sharon is inside, and so is his new lover. This one he has actually managed to keep for quite some time now, and I have to say I am impressed. He should be ready to speak to you, but... if you have any more questions, now is the time."
"He became a lawyer of all things. Why I would never understand; the man had all the finer qualities to become a honored butler to the higher families of Stormwind, but woe behold; fate did not deem his future so."
Friedrick strategically positioned himself between Rae'liel and the Night Elves whom they walked away from, in case one of the former might be tempted to place an arrow in Rae'liel's neck for talking back to them.
"The reason you were summoned was due to a bad case of assassins, who are also supported by darker forces, which is so typical of Sharon. One thing is for the political world of Stormwind to try to kill you, but it takes a certain kind of character to attract the forces of evil on top of it all!" Friedrick explained as they reached the outer door, which outside of its carved wooden ornaments and decorative gold linings also carried its fair share of heavy steel plating with some magical runes etched into it that glowed dimly in the morning light.
"The door's quite new, actually. We had to replace it after the first night, and all signs indicate that it has so far been assassin... and Night Elf; proof."
The butler pulled the heavy iron handle down, and one of the doors swung open as they were met with a wave of warm air from the inside. Walking inside, he shut the door behind them after Rae'liel had entered.
The atrium was as messy as it had always been since the arrival of Serphia's warband, with pictures hanging sideways, goblets lying around on the floor, alongside two inebriated Night Elves who were fast asleep, one wearing an obviously undersized, human designed set of robes in a flurry of different colors, and the other little more than a thong as she slept upside down in an recliner. The brass bucket normally laid out for canes and staves by the entrance had been occupied by a plethora of spears, bows and other bizarre weapons from the Night Elves's vicious arsenal.
"Do not worry yourself, the vast majority of the elves are restricted to the first and basement level, and most in the living room." Friedrick explained as he lead Rae'liel through the battlefield that was the atrium. Loud noises, screams and laughter still emanated from the lower west flight of the mansion where the living room was located.
"They have been partying for days on end without any rest, and as a consequence of that, so haven't I had any either. How they do it, I have no idea. Before they came here, I had always assumed that dwarves were the uncontested champions of mindless frivolities."
Freidrick continued to talk as he took Rae'liel up through a flight of stairs. The upper levels of the mansion were considerably tidier than the lower ones, the hallways pristine and untouched almost as if no one had walked in them at all short of a crew of professional cleaners.
As they reached the door to Sharon's chambers, Friedrick paused just outside; the voices of Liaena and Sharon could be heard from within. Turning to Rae'liel, Friedrick smiled.
"It's good to see you again, Lady Kindreth. You don't seem to have changed one bit since I last saw you... " Friedrick stated, before pausing and motioning towards the door.
"Sharon is inside, and so is his new lover. This one he has actually managed to keep for quite some time now, and I have to say I am impressed. He should be ready to speak to you, but... if you have any more questions, now is the time."
It was a good post, Rae ;)
Don't worry, a mediator is on the way to save Rae'liel from becoming an elven pin-cushion!
Don't worry, a mediator is on the way to save Rae'liel from becoming an elven pin-cushion!
"Shoot her, of course! Do you really want to tell Serphia that you let one of those sin'dorei scum leave?!"
"No, wait! Ahem - a moment of reason, my ladies!"
It was the voice of Friedrick, Sharon's human butler, who just came from the house behind the two Night Elves. To say he was running would have been a bit of a stretch, but the silver haired human moved as fast as he could across the snow covered roads of the garden on his wooden cane, supporting his injured leg.
He was an older man, well past his sixties which was revealed by the faded colors of his hair. But despite his age, the man still looked rather healthy, a firm but slim figure and with a pair of sharp eyes.
As he finally reached Falaani and Sa'Thina, Friedrick took a moment to regain his breath, before the old man looked towards the gate, and the Blood Elf standing on the other side.
"Ahh, you must be Lady Kindreth." Friedrick said with a friendly tone, before making a quick bow between the two Night Elves that towered around him.
"I bid you welcome to Sharon Daerin'Lei's mansion. We have been expecting you. Please ladies, if you will let Lady Kindreth in... "
" ... "
When there came nothing but silence from the two Night Elves, Friedrick casually rolled his eyes while throwing one hand up in the air.
"I can personally vouch for this woman's noble intentions, she is of no threat! Now, stand back, and please do not shoot me again!" Friedrick stated, before he turned towards the gate and found a pair of extra keys which he used to unlock it.
As the gate opened for Rae'liel, Friedrick beckoned for her to enter, while secretly passing her a pair of shaded goggles.
"I know it's not an optimal solution, my lady, but use these until we've made your presence official. It should avoid any further difficulties with our... slightly paranoid guests." He spoke in a low tone to her while passing through the frozen garden.
"My name is Friedrick, I am the housemaster of this estate and will be responsible for providing you with a comfortable stay at Master Sharon's mansion."
"No, wait! Ahem - a moment of reason, my ladies!"
It was the voice of Friedrick, Sharon's human butler, who just came from the house behind the two Night Elves. To say he was running would have been a bit of a stretch, but the silver haired human moved as fast as he could across the snow covered roads of the garden on his wooden cane, supporting his injured leg.
He was an older man, well past his sixties which was revealed by the faded colors of his hair. But despite his age, the man still looked rather healthy, a firm but slim figure and with a pair of sharp eyes.
As he finally reached Falaani and Sa'Thina, Friedrick took a moment to regain his breath, before the old man looked towards the gate, and the Blood Elf standing on the other side.
"Ahh, you must be Lady Kindreth." Friedrick said with a friendly tone, before making a quick bow between the two Night Elves that towered around him.
"I bid you welcome to Sharon Daerin'Lei's mansion. We have been expecting you. Please ladies, if you will let Lady Kindreth in... "
" ... "
When there came nothing but silence from the two Night Elves, Friedrick casually rolled his eyes while throwing one hand up in the air.
"I can personally vouch for this woman's noble intentions, she is of no threat! Now, stand back, and please do not shoot me again!" Friedrick stated, before he turned towards the gate and found a pair of extra keys which he used to unlock it.
As the gate opened for Rae'liel, Friedrick beckoned for her to enter, while secretly passing her a pair of shaded goggles.
"I know it's not an optimal solution, my lady, but use these until we've made your presence official. It should avoid any further difficulties with our... slightly paranoid guests." He spoke in a low tone to her while passing through the frozen garden.
"My name is Friedrick, I am the housemaster of this estate and will be responsible for providing you with a comfortable stay at Master Sharon's mansion."
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