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A low groan could be heard emanating from Alissah as the human female reared her head ever so slightly.

It was a strange sensation that ran through the woman's body, a feeling of completely weightlessness as she if she drifted across invisible currents. Her vision was a slightly blurred, and her surroundings carried a neutral darkness interrupted only by small bouts of light.

"Am I dead?"

The woman wondered to herself, the last image in her mind being that of the accursed Death Knight and his Runeblabe coming straight up towards her face! Moving her arms, she soon felt a painful sting in her chest region as the pain began to return to her body. She soon recognized the cold sensation coming from their dank surroundings as they were in some dungeon of some sort.

“Oh, was that demeaning?”

“….a bit”

“Sorry”

"So I guess I'm not dead then."

The chatter from the two light acolytes at least confirmed that she was still alive. Unless her kind of hell was one filled with annoying teenagers whose ninety nine problems she couldn't care any less about.

An eerie shriek echoed through the corridor they were running through however. The ringing noise from the earlier explosion still hadn't left her ear, but the inhuman, haunting wail was unmistakable. With some effort, Alissah raised her head and looked over her chest to look back into the corridor behind them. From the devouring darkness, she could she the faint shapes of two wraiths closing in, their decrepit faces twisted in sadistic glee as they closed in on their prey.

"Look away." Alissah suddenly said as the female reached for a bandolier hanging by her hips, pulling out a paper cylinder from it. Grabbing it with her hands on each end, she pulled in it, creating a spark and a fire in the middle! A particularly strong, poignant smell filled the air from the incense contained within. Before the fire could spread any further, she tossed the cylinder back into the corridor behind them.

Two seconds passed without anything happening, before all of a sudden, the corridor behind them lit up in an impressive firework show; casting a blinding light in every direction and filling the corridor with holy incense. Tormented and furious shrieks emanated from the wraiths as they immediately backed away from the holy spectacle in front of them, retreating back into the darkness!

Closing her eyes to avoid being blinded by her own device, Alissah would turn to look up at Kathlin as she floated through the air behind them.

"Forgive my failure, you shouldn't have saved me... " she said with a worn voice, though her tone also carried a sense of urgency.
"But as much as you have my gratitude, can you run faster? We will not escape the wraiths at this pace!"

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"I hope Captain Serphia and Rae'liel had a better landing."

The shrunk High Elf thought to himself as he straightened himself up after his landing, stretching his neck and back as he looked around the yard in which he had landed. It was the yard he had seen from his flight with Serphia up in the sky, and he was indeed still quite shrunk, judging by the relative gigantism of his surroundings.

He did not see any sign of Rae'liel and Serphia however. The two women had not landed anywhere near to his position, at least as far as he could see, and there were no visible destruction to indicate that they had crashed into one of the surrounding roofs on the buildings in the district.

"I did teleport to the right spot, didn't I?"

Sharon thought to himself, narrowing his eyes as he gazed across his surroundings. But as the High Elf would turn to reach a hand down towards the book hanging by his belt, he would suddenly pause as he noticed an enlarging shadow that was centered around him. And perhaps more noticeably now as he had noticed it, a dual set of screams coming from up above.

Raising an eyebrow, Sharon would turn to look up. And what he saw was big. Purple. And heading straight for him!

"Dear light... !" Sharon uttered, the High Elf barely managing to begin to move as he watched Serphia, or more particularly, her two, big purple buttocks as they descended down upon him! All he managed to do was to take a single step, before the Night Elven Captain, alongside with Rae'liel, fell on him, and he was immediately forced up the rear of the former!

A quiet moment passed as the High Elf merely observed his new surroundings in disbelief. It was an environment that he was not totally unfamiliar with, in part thanks to Rithrynn. However, this time, it was notably more spacious, if such a thing was even possible!

"Not again!" He cried out, as Sharon began to shift and move around in order to try to get Serphia's attention!
Apparently Karma has a very big ass as well :P
I feel that that landing could have gone better for Sharon. Things did not go exactly in his favor, to put it mildly.

Notes to self: Never go flying with Serphia ever again!
"You should have left me to die, I could have bought you more time."

"I have left enough people to die. And it has taught me that there is little joy in being the sole survivor." Sharon replied to Rae'liel, the High Elf giving her a gentle smile. That was of course all interrupted when Serphia managed to attract the attention of some nearby chevaliers with her scolding of the Blood Elf.

"I thought Night Elves were supposed to be good at stealth!"

Sharon became little more than a passenger and spectator for the ensuing flight as Serphia ran across the castle, dodging bullets and halberds. None of those events were as horrifying as what was aobut to occur however, as Serphia was now running straight towards the edge.

"Captain... Captain, you know what you're doing? SERPHIA? By the light, watch ouAAAAAHHH!" Sharon screamed as Serphia jumped off the edge like a suicidal kobold. Sharon had shared the company with suicidal individuals before, but he had up until this moment considered Serphia to be of a more conservative kind when it came to self-preservation, especially considering the long lives of her kin.

Alas, that seemed to not be the case!

"You said you had a spell in case I fell."

"Yes, but I didn't think you'd ever actually jump!" Sharon called back as they began to fall towards the cold waves and reef below. Holding onto Serphia's hood with one hand, the High Elf would wave his staff around as he frantically summoned a physics enchantment. A quiet pulse emanated from his staff, and suddenly, Serphia, Rae'liel and Sharon all felt light as a feather. No longer were they chaotically plummeting towards the the cold sea below, but instead floating with the wind in the direction towards the harbor.

Sharon let out a sigh of relief as he clung to Serphia's hood. The High Elf would turn to look behind them and up towards the battlements of Honor's Watch, a view that was steadily getting smaller and smaller as they drifted further away. He could see half a dozen chevaliers staring down at them as they floated away. Although he could not see their expressions due to their masks, Sharon felt confident that their faces must have been rather mortified beneath them.

Beneath them, they could first see the waves of the ocean in the twilight, then the anchored merchant and military ships, before they could then see the various houses, taverns, warehouses, factories and districts of the harbor, and they were steadily floating down towards the surface. Right now, they seemed to be heading down towards a large, open yard behind one of the many warehouses.

"I can't believe we made that... " Sharon muttered in relief to Serphia and Rae'liel as he thought back on how close they had been to death in Honor's Watch, not fully realizing the danger he had been in until now. However, as he let out a sigh, one rather daft seagull came flying straight towards them, and bumped off the side of Serphia's shoulder with a squawk.

This did little more than tickle the Captain. But it also seemed to have the effect of breaking the feather-fall spell, as they suddenly, still hovering thirty feet over, began to fall rapidly again!

Sharon reacted immediately, his mage training kicking in as he blinked away from Serphia's shoulder, only to reappear down in the yard where he landed on his feet. Having avoided the fall, he let out a sigh.

"That was close... "

I'm surprised how Serphia ever got to be a 1000 years old, given her reckless behavior!
What can I say? Boredom is the fuel for creativity!

Also, I'm curious how Serphia is going to escape the castle now as she is on the surface. It's just a big drop on all sides(I doubt she can climb with Rae), and the only bridge to the mainland is heavily fortified :P
There is nothing evil about it, Rithrynn! I would argue that it actually looked quite nice until you came along and wrecked it :(
As they ran up towards the surface of the castle, Sharon's thoughts were still trapped in the reef itself as he thought of Liaena and the rest whom they had left behind.

"She's a small target, and as resilient as a dwarf. I'm sure she'll be fine."

Sharon thought to himself, as he tried to remember if Liaena had bothered to wear the chainmail that he had bought for her. It was ironic to think of how the stripperific Night Elves were sometimes even more armored than Liaena. Unfortunately however, Liaena was not anywhere near as agile as the former, but perhaps just as stubborn.

"It almost looks like the Fourth Great War just started right here."

"What?"

It took Serphia's remark for Sharon to wake up and look around him. The castle did indeed look quite weathered, as if a massive explosion had just occurred! It was a cloud-free twilight above Honor's Watch. The night had passed, and dawn was approaching. Although still some hours until morning, the added lighting made the damages to the settlement quite visible!

"By the light, what happened here?"

"You... don't know, by any chance, what happened here, Rae'liel?" Sharon inquired as he looked down from Serphia's shoulder and down to the Blood Elf in the Captain's arms.
"I'm pretty sure this area was a little more pristine when last I saw it."

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The entire tunnel reverberated by the tremendous explosion produced by the complete sacrifice of Liaena's bag-of-crazies. Another carpet of dust bulged out in every direction through the tunnels and corridors, this time with a host of colored tints from the released chemicals contained within Liaena's bag.

On the other side of the caved in rubble, everything was silent short of the distant clattering of small rocks and sand that fell from the ceiling.

But as the dust began to settle, a faint, green light could be seen through the blinding dust, followed by the shape of a male High Elf. Sherpa stood with his blade held in a forward position, surrounded by a green, unholy shield channeled through his Runeblade. The elf had been pushed multiple feet back through the corridor, but his protective shield had blocked most of the damage.

As he discontinued the spell and allowed the shield to dissipate, an audible chink could be heard as a crack appeared on his blade next to one of the runes, causing a weak, purple mist to drift out from the blade.

Sherpa took a deep breath as he looked at the rubble that was now before him, completely blocking his path. Had he reacted a split second later, it would have surprised him if there had been anything left of him. The corridor around was otherwise pitch dark, the only source of light being the faint light illuminated by the purple runes on his Runeblade.

"A valiant effort, little girl."

He lowered his Runeblade, taking his left hand off the handle of the blade. Staring ahead at the rubble, he took a moment to inspect it. It was clear that he would not be able to get through it.

"But I am not alone." Sherpa muttered, holding his Runeblade horizontally in front of him as he muttered in an intelligible guttural language. Faint and spectral figures began to appear on the edge of the blade, as two gruesome wraiths were spawned by the Runeblade. As the spectral abominations left the blade, another rune on Sherpa's Runeblade was extinguished, its purple glow vanishing with the ghosts.

"The prize is on the other side of this obstruction." Sherpa spoke in an eerily calm voice to the two cloaked spirits that now floated in front of him, one of them holding a spectral scythe, the other one a pair of dual scalpels.
"I will not restrain you any longer. Kill them. Torment them. Tear their souls apart. Do whatever you want, but do not let them leave this keep alive."

The specters simply gazed back at him through their ghostly hoods, their hollow and empty eyes studying the Death Knight before them. As a cold wind blew through the tunnel however, the first one turned around towards the cave-in, and soon the second one followed. The incorporeal beings melded into the rock, the mundane physical space of the world meaning little to them. All they saw was the current of souls, alive and dead, passing through the world and to the next. Their world was bleak, short of the trace of the living, and their appetizing prospect for pain.

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On the other side of the cave in, the first specter emerged; little more than faint glimmer of a humanoid shape escaping from the rocks in the darkened corridor.

Sensing the proximity of its prey, it reached out with one of its skeletal hands carrying a scalpel; its arm seeming to stretch far beyond that of the rest of its body as it zoomed in against its nearest prey!
That could end up reducing the number of available Night Elves though :P
Shame nobody has any anesthetics... though I suppose in Night Elven medicine, a concussion has the same effect.
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