"And just what is the meaning of all this?"
"We were attacked." Answered one of the Chevaliers standing next to Icarias, the man motioning with his eyes from behind his steel mask towards Rae'liel who was sitting on her knees before Sherpa.
"The attackers have been dealt with, but not before that vile harpy and her minions murdered many good men and women defending the fort!"
Further away from them, the Captain had managed to pull the demonic sword out of the peculiar chevalier and Death Knight. The death knight's body was now lying motionless on the stone floor, flies already having gathered across his festering wound which revealed flesh that had long been dead.
As the Captain picked up the body of the Death Knight to carry him away, another figure had appeared to the scene as well. It was someone Icarias knew, Sathrielle DeLuve, a battle mage, senior enchanter and ritual expert. With black hair running into a ponytail behind her back, and a slightly pale skin, she had always been rather silent when not teaching her students, and was commonly known as a night owl, preferring to host her sessions between dusk and dawn.
She was wearing the plate and lemellar armor that so often characterized the White Hand's chevaliers, alongside silk white cloak and tabard. The main thing that distinguished her from that of an ordinary chevalier in her uniform was the staff that she carried around, as well as some books, scrolls and potions hanging from her uniform.
Sathrielle seemed unconcerned with the destruction around her as she walked across the battlements, heading over to the scene where the Death Knight had fallen. Carrying a bunk of cloth, she reached down and began to collect Rae'liel's demonic blade, Apylon, alongside the runeblade left behind by the fallen Death Knight. Picking them up, she folded them into the blankets, which seemed to be doused in some liquid of sort. Whatever magical aura that they had emanated before, it ceased when they were tucked into the blankets.
Around them and across the fortress battlements, more chevaliers and servants had shown up to extinguish what fires remained and carry off the corpses as well as tend to the wounded. The chaos and smoke that had originally filled the fort was slowly dissipating as the inhabitants moved to return it to order.
"Over there, the white haired elf, that's Sherraine Silver-something." The chevalier then pointed at Sherpa for Icarias.
"He's an investor of some description and friend with the High Master. I don't know why he's here, but it's probably a good idea to give him a wide berth."
--------------------------------
Outside of Honor's Watch, about to traverse the bridge connecting the rest of the harbor fortifications with that of Honor's Watch, a host of knights from Stormwind rode across! Wearing heavy polished gold trimmed and truesilver armor, they were donned in deep blue cloaks and tabards depicting the seal of Stormwind's order of knights.
But the host of knights all came to a stop as they were met by one of the White Hand watchmen who greeted them halfway across.
"What is the situation, soldier? Are we under attack?" Asked the knight commander leading the host as he looked down at the Chevalier who now stood in front of them on the bridge.
"Yes, we were. But the White Hand have dealt with the attacks." The Chevalier informed the knight commander and his knights before him.
"There was a strike team, but they are all dead or captured now. The fires are under control. We thank you for the help with those copters, but we require no further assistance."
The chevalier explained, and the knights exchanged looks between themselves.
"Stormwind Strategic Defense Headquarters and King Varian Wrynn will receive a full report of the attack within four hours, and the bodies of the attackers and their equipment will be handed over to your commander for autopsy, identification and inspection by tomorrow morning." The chevalier informed, speaking with a calm and confident voice.
"But, between you and me... thanks for showing up anyway. It's really good to see that we can count on the fine knights of Stormwind to help us should we ever need it."
The chevalier added with a smile, and the Knight Commander nodded in return.
"We are only doing our duty. It is good to hear that you have the situation under control. Do not hesitate to call us if you should require any further assistance." The Knight Commander answered, before he turned to the rest of the knights and they began to turn around on the bridge, heading back and away from Honor's Watch while the chevalier waved them off.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
"I came here to die, killing you, an abomination."
"Well... that seemed to have worked." Sherpa answered sarcastically with a smug smirk, not withholding a small snicker as he gazed down at Rae'liel.
"But no. I will not give you the pleasure of dying so soon.... Sathrielle?" Sherpa then spoke, turning his attention to the black haired battle mage who had just collected the weapons and was carrying them under her arm. Turning to look at the High Elf, Sathrielle then moved a hand down to retrieve that looked like a pair of thorium handcuffs. Tossing them over, one of the chevaliers behind Rae'liel catched it, before locking her hands together behind her back.
"I miss the time just simple rope was enough. Apparently it isn't in your case." Sherpa commented as the chevalier locked the handcuffs tight, before pulling Rae'liel back up to her feet.
"I intend to say hello to my brother, who I hear have come for a visit. Care to join me, Rae'liel?" Sherpa asked with a smug grin as he extended a hand to the tied Blood Elf almost mockingly.
