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weren't you supposed to release Malizia's backstory already? ^^
Don't worry, it's up now. Don't eat me yet :)
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Don't worry, it's up now. Don't eat me yet :)
@Rivaan's character has been approved for entrance into the RP.
Welcome aboard the "SS Forlorn Mind" :)
Welcome aboard the "SS Forlorn Mind" :)
Being a member of the White Hand comes with plenty of benefits, with only a few risks.
Far be it from the lowly grunts to complain when they get a free dental plan, horse insurance and 2 weeks paid vacation each year.
Far be it from the lowly grunts to complain when they get a free dental plan, horse insurance and 2 weeks paid vacation each year.
Valion merely peered up as he saw the gigantic figure of the Night Elven Captain completely tower above him where she had stopped at was looking right down at him.
At the sight of Serphia entering the room, Silje-Serphia had tried to hide even more behind a rather surprised looking Malizia, though it did help little as Silje-Serphia was practically the same size as the Draenei. That was without even giving any mention of Silje-Serphia's rather lack of any kind of skill in stealth.
Given the circumstances, something told Valion that he was supposed to feel intimidated in such a situation.
Yet, although the threat of an impending battle against a group of foes many times his own size generated a small adrenaline pump, fear was not exactly the feeling that was most prominent within the High Elven Magi as Valion stared up at the big Night Elven warrioress standing before him, her position granting the shorter elf a not-so-humble look from where he stood below the Captain's miniscule silk loincloth.
"Far be it from my position to make any kind of judgement calls about the traditional garbs of an ancient, 10.000 year old culture... "
"This reminds me now, how was it that the old, cliche went? .. " Valion began to mutter, and with a flick of his wrist, Serphia, Vashi, Rithrynn and Kathlin all suddenly found their feet lift up from the ground as they all began to float freely up into the air, the tiny mage having cast a feather spell on them.
"Ah yes, 'The bigger they are, the harder they fall'."
Valion smirked behind his mask, extending out his arms as tendrils of black smoke began to crawl across his black saronite armor and towards his staff.
" *Pant* Lieutenant, Captain *Pant*, it's utter chaos downstairs! We must fall back!"
A heavy breathing could suddenly be heard from the door as Lisa-Lithrielle just came running into the opening, the chevalier Night Elf looking exhausted as she first looked at Valion, and then at the other elves whom were rising up into the air above.
"Uhh, need any help, guys?"
Meanwhile, over at Malizia, the Draenei would take one hand off Liaena's collar, simply holding her by one hand, as she reached with the other to grab ahold of Silje-Serphia's neck as she pulled her out from behind her and shoved her towards her side.
"Try to be somewhat useful at the very least, girl!" Malizia shouted as she looked away from Liaena and at Silje-Serphia as the latter looked with a mix of confusion, fear, and awe at the situation in front of her.
"Uhh, right, I'll try to be useful! ... light, how can I be useful?! I'm a student, not a warrior!"
At the sight of Serphia entering the room, Silje-Serphia had tried to hide even more behind a rather surprised looking Malizia, though it did help little as Silje-Serphia was practically the same size as the Draenei. That was without even giving any mention of Silje-Serphia's rather lack of any kind of skill in stealth.
Given the circumstances, something told Valion that he was supposed to feel intimidated in such a situation.
Yet, although the threat of an impending battle against a group of foes many times his own size generated a small adrenaline pump, fear was not exactly the feeling that was most prominent within the High Elven Magi as Valion stared up at the big Night Elven warrioress standing before him, her position granting the shorter elf a not-so-humble look from where he stood below the Captain's miniscule silk loincloth.
"Far be it from my position to make any kind of judgement calls about the traditional garbs of an ancient, 10.000 year old culture... "
"This reminds me now, how was it that the old, cliche went? .. " Valion began to mutter, and with a flick of his wrist, Serphia, Vashi, Rithrynn and Kathlin all suddenly found their feet lift up from the ground as they all began to float freely up into the air, the tiny mage having cast a feather spell on them.
"Ah yes, 'The bigger they are, the harder they fall'."
Valion smirked behind his mask, extending out his arms as tendrils of black smoke began to crawl across his black saronite armor and towards his staff.
" *Pant* Lieutenant, Captain *Pant*, it's utter chaos downstairs! We must fall back!"
A heavy breathing could suddenly be heard from the door as Lisa-Lithrielle just came running into the opening, the chevalier Night Elf looking exhausted as she first looked at Valion, and then at the other elves whom were rising up into the air above.
"Uhh, need any help, guys?"
Meanwhile, over at Malizia, the Draenei would take one hand off Liaena's collar, simply holding her by one hand, as she reached with the other to grab ahold of Silje-Serphia's neck as she pulled her out from behind her and shoved her towards her side.
"Try to be somewhat useful at the very least, girl!" Malizia shouted as she looked away from Liaena and at Silje-Serphia as the latter looked with a mix of confusion, fear, and awe at the situation in front of her.
"Uhh, right, I'll try to be useful! ... light, how can I be useful?! I'm a student, not a warrior!"
“What is going on?!”
Sharon thought to himself as he fervently clung to a strand of Ashira’s green hair as the Sentinel crouched down to avoid a high kick from a drunk Night Elf whom promptly proceeded to spin around 360 degrees before slipping and slamming herself face-first into the ground!
“Shaw, wasn’t Li supposed to be back already?”
“Possibly, nothing is confirmed yet!” Sharon yelled back as he looked through the brawl to see Rithrynn staring at him and Ashira from the outside.
But as he was hanging from Ashira’s hair against her back, he would suddenly notice the Chevalier Lithrielle as she was charging at the unaware Ashira from behind!
“Time to move!”
Moving one hand to touch Ashira’s back, Sharon would cast a quick teleportation spell, causing both him and Ashira to vanish in the air as the chevalier-elf charged in; “Lithrielle”, rather than charging into Ashira would instead collide face first with another drunk elf coming from the front, causing them both to collapse in a pile on the spot!
Ashira and Sharon would reappear right next to the pile. As the momentarily confused Ashira resumed her fighting position, Sharon would leap from her back and onto the shoulder of the nearby Night Elf, running across the Sentinel's back and sliding off her arm just as the elf had her leg kicked out from under her by Ashira! Soaring through the air in the middle of the scuffle, Sharon would manage to grab onto the bottom of Delilah’s loincloth just as the elf got punched in the face, using it to swing between her legs as she fell backwards and letting go just as Delilah slammed into the spot Sharon had been in second’s ago! But as he looked back and let out a sigh of relief, he would eventually look forward and realized that all he could see at that point was Sentinel Aleena’s big purple butt as he soared right towards her rear where she lay on top of another sentinel in a wrestling match! Succeeding in averting disaster by performing a last second blink as he was already practically between Aleena’s big buttocks, he would instead appear somewhat higher up as he safely landed on top of the Sentinel’s butt rather than in it. Bouncing off Aleena’s rear and sliding across her arched back, he’d leap onto her helmet, and further off into the air; succeeding in jumping out of the melee and gracefully landing in Rithrynn’s hand.
“That's my daily dose of acrobatics over with... ” Sharon would mutter with a smile on his face as he looked up at Rithrynn and nonchalantly moved a hand to brush off any dust from his robes.
“If my mansion has been compromised, we should make our way to my study. I don’t want them steal,-“
Sharon was right in the middle of giving his instructions when he looked past Rithrynn’s shoulder, just in time to see a screaming Silje-Serphia as she was catapulted through the room by Captain Serphia, only to crash right into Rithrynn and Sharon as they stood!
“I did not ask for this!” Silje-Serphia muttered as she rolled off Rithrynn, beaten and battered as she crawled towards the staircase. Turning around, she would let out a frightened shriek as she saw the furious Night Elf Captain come walking towards her; Serphia's eyes glowing with murderous intent; and quickly began to scramble up the stairs!
“Noo! Stay away from me, I’M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I DID NOT MEAN TO STEAL YOUR WARBAND! YOU CAN HAVE IT BACK!”
Having gone multiple shades more pale, Silje-Serphia would roll around and begin a frantic scramble to get up the stairs as if all the demons of hell were on her tail, tripping at the top before getting back up and barreling across the corridor!
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“And this is the Liaena Rune girl?” Malizia asked as she cast the sprawling human in her arms a look of contempt, the Draenei appearing quite clearly to harbor very little love for the girl who had quickly developed herself to become quite the nuisance!
“Yes, the consort of Sharon Dal’dieb; his lover, if you will. She is valuable as a target if we will need to lure him or anything, so please refrain from killing her.” Valion spoke as he looked up at the Draenei, noticing how Malizia eyed the girl.
“Could you at least make her stop sprawling so much? Unless you want to try to hold her!” Malizia complained as she eyed Liaena’s legs in particular, whom often kicked back into Malizia’s own knees from time to time.
Noticing this, Valion would snap his fingers, and immediately the spell that was cast on Liaena would be cancelled, allowing her to wake up in the real world and see normally, no longer contained by her waking nightmare as she could again feel the warmth of the room - and the hands holding her by her collar.
“I apologize for the crude methods, my lady, but unfortunately; given the circumstances; they were necessary.” Valion spoke calmly through his warped saronite mask as he looked up at Malizia and Liaena, the former giving him a particularly odd look at the mention of ‘my lady’.
“Cut the formalities, Valion! I will lead this little interview!” Malizia was quick to speak as she began to turn Liaena around, but just as she was about to, a couple of steps could be heard from outside the office door that made both Valion and Malizia peer towards the entrance of Sharon’s study.
Suddenly, the door would be thrown open, as a crying Silje-Serphia came storming into the room, arms in the air as she ran right over a surprised Valion, almost stepping on him.
“AAAAAAHH! HELP ME, HELP ME, HELP ME! THERE’S A PSYCHO WOMAN IN THE HOUSE!”
Silje-Serphia shrieked as she ran past Liaena and behind Malizia, where she huddled behind the rather confused looking Draenei.
“The elven warlord, she said she was gonna eat me! LIGHT, who is she?!”
Silje-Serphia spoke with a terrified voice as she hugged Malizia, only occasionally peeking over the Draenei’s shoulder and towards the office door. All the while, both Malizia and Valion would share an awkward look.
Sharon thought to himself as he fervently clung to a strand of Ashira’s green hair as the Sentinel crouched down to avoid a high kick from a drunk Night Elf whom promptly proceeded to spin around 360 degrees before slipping and slamming herself face-first into the ground!
“Shaw, wasn’t Li supposed to be back already?”
“Possibly, nothing is confirmed yet!” Sharon yelled back as he looked through the brawl to see Rithrynn staring at him and Ashira from the outside.
But as he was hanging from Ashira’s hair against her back, he would suddenly notice the Chevalier Lithrielle as she was charging at the unaware Ashira from behind!
“Time to move!”
Moving one hand to touch Ashira’s back, Sharon would cast a quick teleportation spell, causing both him and Ashira to vanish in the air as the chevalier-elf charged in; “Lithrielle”, rather than charging into Ashira would instead collide face first with another drunk elf coming from the front, causing them both to collapse in a pile on the spot!
Ashira and Sharon would reappear right next to the pile. As the momentarily confused Ashira resumed her fighting position, Sharon would leap from her back and onto the shoulder of the nearby Night Elf, running across the Sentinel's back and sliding off her arm just as the elf had her leg kicked out from under her by Ashira! Soaring through the air in the middle of the scuffle, Sharon would manage to grab onto the bottom of Delilah’s loincloth just as the elf got punched in the face, using it to swing between her legs as she fell backwards and letting go just as Delilah slammed into the spot Sharon had been in second’s ago! But as he looked back and let out a sigh of relief, he would eventually look forward and realized that all he could see at that point was Sentinel Aleena’s big purple butt as he soared right towards her rear where she lay on top of another sentinel in a wrestling match! Succeeding in averting disaster by performing a last second blink as he was already practically between Aleena’s big buttocks, he would instead appear somewhat higher up as he safely landed on top of the Sentinel’s butt rather than in it. Bouncing off Aleena’s rear and sliding across her arched back, he’d leap onto her helmet, and further off into the air; succeeding in jumping out of the melee and gracefully landing in Rithrynn’s hand.
“That's my daily dose of acrobatics over with... ” Sharon would mutter with a smile on his face as he looked up at Rithrynn and nonchalantly moved a hand to brush off any dust from his robes.
“If my mansion has been compromised, we should make our way to my study. I don’t want them steal,-“
Sharon was right in the middle of giving his instructions when he looked past Rithrynn’s shoulder, just in time to see a screaming Silje-Serphia as she was catapulted through the room by Captain Serphia, only to crash right into Rithrynn and Sharon as they stood!
“I did not ask for this!” Silje-Serphia muttered as she rolled off Rithrynn, beaten and battered as she crawled towards the staircase. Turning around, she would let out a frightened shriek as she saw the furious Night Elf Captain come walking towards her; Serphia's eyes glowing with murderous intent; and quickly began to scramble up the stairs!
“Noo! Stay away from me, I’M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I DID NOT MEAN TO STEAL YOUR WARBAND! YOU CAN HAVE IT BACK!”
Having gone multiple shades more pale, Silje-Serphia would roll around and begin a frantic scramble to get up the stairs as if all the demons of hell were on her tail, tripping at the top before getting back up and barreling across the corridor!
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“And this is the Liaena Rune girl?” Malizia asked as she cast the sprawling human in her arms a look of contempt, the Draenei appearing quite clearly to harbor very little love for the girl who had quickly developed herself to become quite the nuisance!
“Yes, the consort of Sharon Dal’dieb; his lover, if you will. She is valuable as a target if we will need to lure him or anything, so please refrain from killing her.” Valion spoke as he looked up at the Draenei, noticing how Malizia eyed the girl.
“Could you at least make her stop sprawling so much? Unless you want to try to hold her!” Malizia complained as she eyed Liaena’s legs in particular, whom often kicked back into Malizia’s own knees from time to time.
Noticing this, Valion would snap his fingers, and immediately the spell that was cast on Liaena would be cancelled, allowing her to wake up in the real world and see normally, no longer contained by her waking nightmare as she could again feel the warmth of the room - and the hands holding her by her collar.
“I apologize for the crude methods, my lady, but unfortunately; given the circumstances; they were necessary.” Valion spoke calmly through his warped saronite mask as he looked up at Malizia and Liaena, the former giving him a particularly odd look at the mention of ‘my lady’.
“Cut the formalities, Valion! I will lead this little interview!” Malizia was quick to speak as she began to turn Liaena around, but just as she was about to, a couple of steps could be heard from outside the office door that made both Valion and Malizia peer towards the entrance of Sharon’s study.
Suddenly, the door would be thrown open, as a crying Silje-Serphia came storming into the room, arms in the air as she ran right over a surprised Valion, almost stepping on him.
“AAAAAAHH! HELP ME, HELP ME, HELP ME! THERE’S A PSYCHO WOMAN IN THE HOUSE!”
Silje-Serphia shrieked as she ran past Liaena and behind Malizia, where she huddled behind the rather confused looking Draenei.
“The elven warlord, she said she was gonna eat me! LIGHT, who is she?!”
Silje-Serphia spoke with a terrified voice as she hugged Malizia, only occasionally peeking over the Draenei’s shoulder and towards the office door. All the while, both Malizia and Valion would share an awkward look.
Weeell, it's not day before yesterday, or yesterday....but this counts right, right? <_< >_>
The chevaliers are about to get stomped, me strongly suspects. Li is not in her happy place :-(
(I have a mortgage, I can't ignore it. And a delivery I got yesterday offered me £50 off some cases of wine...if I spend £100. WHY MUST YOU TORMENT ME SO!?!)
Red shirts are red shirts. They're just doing their job ;)
Valion would take a moment to eye the office as they entered. Most of it was as he would have expected from an orderly mage, with scrolls and books neatly placed within their respective shelves and the room being in a pristine condition. That was more than he could ever say for what he had seen of the lower levels, all of whom had been occupied by the Night Elves.
“ …did you need me to find you a saucer, or are you good?”
"Oh, no, I'll be fine." Valion would chuckle softly back up at Liaena, giving her a gentle smile.
He gazed at the vial for a moment. The label was utterly useless, to claim that the girl supposedly mastered the art of handwriting would be a bold claim to make if anyone were to ever judge it! Yet it was less the horrid script, and more the strange coloration that struck Valion's attention as he casually glanced at the vial.
He was no stranger to alchemy, being a mage. Yet the vial presented to him lacked any and all of the characteristics of a shrinking antitode or purifier if he ever knew it.
Unless the girl had a peculiar hobby of coloring her own potions.
"I was thinking... "
"Who is this impostor!?"
Valion would be cut off mid sentence as he heard the booming voice of the real Serphia coming from downstairs, his hand stuck as he held it up to his chin. Looking awkwardly over towards the door, and then back at the girl now towering over him from where he stood on the desk, he would let out a soft sigh.
"I quite enjoyed our conversation, however brief it was. Yet, I suppose this is the end of this little charade." Valion spoke with a tempered voice, as if he had expected things to go awry from the very beginning.
Raising a hand, Liaena could see the picture of Sharon fade right in front of her as if it literally evaporated off of Valion's figure.
But as the picture of the blond haired, blue cloaked battle mage disappeared, it would be replaced by some pitch black, saronite armor forming a half platemail hanging over some black and purple robes. The surface of the armor might at first have seemed deformed, but on closer inspection, the armor appeared to have been shaped as to represent warped humanoid limbs that stretched themselves across the surface of his plates. His face was completely encased in a black saronite helmet, formed in the shape of three distinct faces displayed in various states of agony, with his long ears poking out at either side and from the back of his helmet flowed Valion's red hair.
"Sharon's" silver battlestaff, following the disappearance of the illusion, would be turned into an ashen black wooden staff with a crude purple gem and bell hanging on top of it.
"My name is Valion et'Siletharian Ovani. Know that I appreciated our little moment together, however short it might have been. Ohh, and your old friend, Sherpa, would like to send his regards!" Valion would smirk, but his expression was hidden behind the malformed helmet he was wearing.
Raising his black staff and thumping it back down into the ground, Liaena found her vision immediately overcome with complete darkness as a temporary blindness washed over her! It felt as if an icy, skeletal hand just grasped into her head and churned through her brain violently! By the time she regained her vision, she could feel cold. As Liaena looked around, she was no longer in Sharon's office, but in an icy cave of some sort, a biting chill filling the air.
She was at the end of a tunnel, and in front of her, lying on the floor ahead would be a shadowy mist that shifted across the snow covered ground. Two red eyes would appear from within the shadow, as it suddenly rose into a vaguely humanoid ghostly figure, clad in pure darkness that emanated from its cloaked being. From the bottomless darkness beneath its tattered hood it gazed directly at Liaena, and a sense of familiarity would occur within her.
It was the Reaper spirit from Dalaran.
The spirit said nothing, yet somehow bizarrely, its purpose and intentions seemed clear as it slowly shifted towards Liaena, extending a blackened skeletal hand towards her.
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Back at Sharon's office, Valion merely looked up at Liaena, who's eyes were all but white as she was stuck in a waking nightmare.
Any movement she made in the nightmare would be reflected in the real world as well, yet all her senses were purely focused on the fake experience in her head. Valion would chuckle contently as he shifted his gaze over to Malizia, the Draenei currently lying slumped and snoring happily and obliviously away on the floor beneath Liaena.
"It is time to wake up, sweet princess." Valion would mutter, taking a step towards the edge of the table when he would suddenly disappear in a purple mist, only to reappear back at the floor next to Liaena's feet. Walking over to the Draenei, he would reach an armored hand into his tattered black robes to pull out two vials. One of the vials would be empty, having been his shrinking potion. The other would still be full, being his antitode.
The Death Knight needed the antitode more than he did. As a Master Illusionist, Valion needed only his spells to wreak havoc on the flimsy psyches of his enemies.
Kneeling down next to Malizia, Valion would place a hand against the sleeping Draenei's chest. A blue light shot across Malizia's body as the Draenei was violently tossed back to a state of consciousness, the minor frost spell having served as the equivalent wake-up experience as that of a particularly evil bucket of ice on a sleeping person!
"The charade has already fallen apart. I think we will be needed downstairs - very soon." Valion spoke softly as he force fed the potion to Malizia who was still trying to regain her sense of awareness, chugging the potion down the Draenei's throat.
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"OOOHH LIGHT!" Silje-Serphia would exclaim as the door was suddenly kicked open, the little-girl-turned-big-Night-Elf promptly jumped off the floor and into the arms of the nearby Lisa-Ashira; whom immediately failed to hold the much bigger "Captain" and promptly collapsed in a pile under Silje-Serphia's rear!
"Owwwww.... " Silje-Ashira would emit as she groaned in discomfort.
The rest of the Chevalier Elves drew their weapons, not quite sure what to expect other than pure trouble at this point! "Rithrynn" tried to draw her weapon as well, but would fail, seeing how she was still trapped in Naliyah's iron embrace!
"Who is this impostor?!"
"I AM... I, uh... " Silje-Serphia would stammer as she got off the disheveled Lisa-Ashira to stand up, looking really uncomfortable as she gazed back at the real Serphia.
" ... I am the Warlord of this band, yeh... I am! And who... who are YOU?" Silje-Serphia would point back at Captain Serphia, doing her best to not immediately panic at that point!
“ …did you need me to find you a saucer, or are you good?”
"Oh, no, I'll be fine." Valion would chuckle softly back up at Liaena, giving her a gentle smile.
He gazed at the vial for a moment. The label was utterly useless, to claim that the girl supposedly mastered the art of handwriting would be a bold claim to make if anyone were to ever judge it! Yet it was less the horrid script, and more the strange coloration that struck Valion's attention as he casually glanced at the vial.
He was no stranger to alchemy, being a mage. Yet the vial presented to him lacked any and all of the characteristics of a shrinking antitode or purifier if he ever knew it.
Unless the girl had a peculiar hobby of coloring her own potions.
"I was thinking... "
"Who is this impostor!?"
Valion would be cut off mid sentence as he heard the booming voice of the real Serphia coming from downstairs, his hand stuck as he held it up to his chin. Looking awkwardly over towards the door, and then back at the girl now towering over him from where he stood on the desk, he would let out a soft sigh.
"I quite enjoyed our conversation, however brief it was. Yet, I suppose this is the end of this little charade." Valion spoke with a tempered voice, as if he had expected things to go awry from the very beginning.
Raising a hand, Liaena could see the picture of Sharon fade right in front of her as if it literally evaporated off of Valion's figure.
But as the picture of the blond haired, blue cloaked battle mage disappeared, it would be replaced by some pitch black, saronite armor forming a half platemail hanging over some black and purple robes. The surface of the armor might at first have seemed deformed, but on closer inspection, the armor appeared to have been shaped as to represent warped humanoid limbs that stretched themselves across the surface of his plates. His face was completely encased in a black saronite helmet, formed in the shape of three distinct faces displayed in various states of agony, with his long ears poking out at either side and from the back of his helmet flowed Valion's red hair.
"Sharon's" silver battlestaff, following the disappearance of the illusion, would be turned into an ashen black wooden staff with a crude purple gem and bell hanging on top of it.
"My name is Valion et'Siletharian Ovani. Know that I appreciated our little moment together, however short it might have been. Ohh, and your old friend, Sherpa, would like to send his regards!" Valion would smirk, but his expression was hidden behind the malformed helmet he was wearing.
Raising his black staff and thumping it back down into the ground, Liaena found her vision immediately overcome with complete darkness as a temporary blindness washed over her! It felt as if an icy, skeletal hand just grasped into her head and churned through her brain violently! By the time she regained her vision, she could feel cold. As Liaena looked around, she was no longer in Sharon's office, but in an icy cave of some sort, a biting chill filling the air.
She was at the end of a tunnel, and in front of her, lying on the floor ahead would be a shadowy mist that shifted across the snow covered ground. Two red eyes would appear from within the shadow, as it suddenly rose into a vaguely humanoid ghostly figure, clad in pure darkness that emanated from its cloaked being. From the bottomless darkness beneath its tattered hood it gazed directly at Liaena, and a sense of familiarity would occur within her.
It was the Reaper spirit from Dalaran.
The spirit said nothing, yet somehow bizarrely, its purpose and intentions seemed clear as it slowly shifted towards Liaena, extending a blackened skeletal hand towards her.
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Back at Sharon's office, Valion merely looked up at Liaena, who's eyes were all but white as she was stuck in a waking nightmare.
Any movement she made in the nightmare would be reflected in the real world as well, yet all her senses were purely focused on the fake experience in her head. Valion would chuckle contently as he shifted his gaze over to Malizia, the Draenei currently lying slumped and snoring happily and obliviously away on the floor beneath Liaena.
"It is time to wake up, sweet princess." Valion would mutter, taking a step towards the edge of the table when he would suddenly disappear in a purple mist, only to reappear back at the floor next to Liaena's feet. Walking over to the Draenei, he would reach an armored hand into his tattered black robes to pull out two vials. One of the vials would be empty, having been his shrinking potion. The other would still be full, being his antitode.
The Death Knight needed the antitode more than he did. As a Master Illusionist, Valion needed only his spells to wreak havoc on the flimsy psyches of his enemies.
Kneeling down next to Malizia, Valion would place a hand against the sleeping Draenei's chest. A blue light shot across Malizia's body as the Draenei was violently tossed back to a state of consciousness, the minor frost spell having served as the equivalent wake-up experience as that of a particularly evil bucket of ice on a sleeping person!
"The charade has already fallen apart. I think we will be needed downstairs - very soon." Valion spoke softly as he force fed the potion to Malizia who was still trying to regain her sense of awareness, chugging the potion down the Draenei's throat.
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"OOOHH LIGHT!" Silje-Serphia would exclaim as the door was suddenly kicked open, the little-girl-turned-big-Night-Elf promptly jumped off the floor and into the arms of the nearby Lisa-Ashira; whom immediately failed to hold the much bigger "Captain" and promptly collapsed in a pile under Silje-Serphia's rear!
"Owwwww.... " Silje-Ashira would emit as she groaned in discomfort.
The rest of the Chevalier Elves drew their weapons, not quite sure what to expect other than pure trouble at this point! "Rithrynn" tried to draw her weapon as well, but would fail, seeing how she was still trapped in Naliyah's iron embrace!
"Who is this impostor?!"
"I AM... I, uh... " Silje-Serphia would stammer as she got off the disheveled Lisa-Ashira to stand up, looking really uncomfortable as she gazed back at the real Serphia.
" ... I am the Warlord of this band, yeh... I am! And who... who are YOU?" Silje-Serphia would point back at Captain Serphia, doing her best to not immediately panic at that point!
"She sounds like a great girl, but how do you think she compares to that of a real Night Elven woman?
"Well... easier." Sharon said, eyeing Ashira for a moment.
"Less proportions to get stuck in, so to say... "
Sharon took a moment to think about how he was going to deal with the situation. Was Sentinel Ashira hitting on him? Of that, there was little doubt.
Could he rely on backup from Rithrynn? He was not so sure anymore. After all, Rithrynn had after all lost the official love race between her and Liaena, and Liaena, being as territorial as she was, had made sure to prevent any attempt from Rithrynn to renegotiate the result of the race. Ashira, however, was a new player, which meant that Sharon had to step cautiously.
However, his worry over Ashira would soon give way as they arrived at the mansion, and they encountered a very perplexed Delilah outside the gates!
"Something isn't right."
Sitting on Ashira's shoulder, Sharon would look around, eyes passing over Rithrynn. Judging by the Sentinel's facial expression, what with Rithrynn having a notoriously bad poker face as usual, he could tell that Rithrynn was not at ease either.
"Trouble might have hit home sooner than I would have expected, Rithrynn." Sharon spoke in a louder voice directed at Rithrynn, one that unfortunately could not escape the notice of Ashira either.
"Whatever happens in there, look twice before you stab anything. Or shoot anyone."
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The jaws of the two chevalier-Night Elves whom had been watching after Malizia would drop to the floor when the normally large Draenei shrunk to an almost miniscule size right before them - and was snapped off by Liaena before they could regain their senses!
One of them looked for direction towards Silje-Serphia, but she was still too busy blushing at the recently arrived Naliyah to even react!
“So… did you want that antidote now, or later? Better to get back to normal size sooner, before one of those idiots sits on you”
"Given the naturally enhanced volume of the typical Kaldoreian posterior, that would indeed be a good idea." Valion, masquerading as Sharon, would smirk, standing on Liaena's shoulder as the girl walked away.
As they walked, he would toss a glance down at Malizia in Liaena's hand.
"I do not think she ever planned for this. Still, if this girl has an antitode, it should be fairly straightforward to bring the Death Knight back to full if I just play along - provided the situation does not needlessly complicate itself any further."
Valion thought to himself. Malizia wasn't strictly needed for the first part of the mission, which after all was just to get the elves to vacate the mansion. Still, whenever the real Sharon would show up, her Runeblade would be useful in dealing with him and his allies.
"Why don't we head to my office? With any luck, it'll still be an Night Elf-free zone." Valion would eventually suggest, glancing over at Liaena with a slight nod and a smile.
"All the commotion of the day has left me wanting for some quiet time."
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"Pssth, Captain! Captain! The mission, remember?!"
One of the chevalier, Lisa-Ashira, would tug at the back of Silje-Serphia's shoulder, pulling her a little back as she stood on her toes to try to whisper into the much taller Captain's ears.
"Summon the elves in the house, make them follow you and leave the mansion!" Lisa-Ashira would continue to sneer up at her.
"Shouldn't we let them get dressed fir,-"
"They're elves, they're just naturally weird; deal with it!"
"Uh, okai... ?"
Chevalier "Rithrynn" was looking utterly perplexed at Naliyah who was currently clinging to her like a magnet and slowly but surely attempting to drag her away from the group, throwing worried looks between the crazy Night Elf and the rest of the Chevalier Elves in the room. If it hadn't been for one of the chevalier-elves stepping up behind and holding "Rithrynn" by her collar, Naliyah would have surely already have dragged her off into one of the siderooms!
Silje-Serphia, having finally managed to tear her eyes off Naliyah's nonexistant thong, given them a good rub and cleared her throat, would turn to the rest.
"Summon the... warriors of the Night! I, the Captain of this band, have a very important announcement to make! Right, now... ish." Silje-Serphia proclaimed loudly, a no small feat considering that she had almost never had to shout ever before earlier in her life.
Throwing an unsure look at the Night Elves around her, she motioned for them to follow her as she slowly but surely started heading towards the mansion's living room, from where she could hear the most commotion.
"We're right behind you, don't worry!" Lisa-Ashira whispered as she walked close behind Silje-Serphia, though from where she stood, she could not see much more than the white hair of the Captain, and felt herself within an uncomfortable close reach of the Captain's overly large and over-exposed hips!
"Well... easier." Sharon said, eyeing Ashira for a moment.
"Less proportions to get stuck in, so to say... "
Sharon took a moment to think about how he was going to deal with the situation. Was Sentinel Ashira hitting on him? Of that, there was little doubt.
Could he rely on backup from Rithrynn? He was not so sure anymore. After all, Rithrynn had after all lost the official love race between her and Liaena, and Liaena, being as territorial as she was, had made sure to prevent any attempt from Rithrynn to renegotiate the result of the race. Ashira, however, was a new player, which meant that Sharon had to step cautiously.
However, his worry over Ashira would soon give way as they arrived at the mansion, and they encountered a very perplexed Delilah outside the gates!
"Something isn't right."
Sitting on Ashira's shoulder, Sharon would look around, eyes passing over Rithrynn. Judging by the Sentinel's facial expression, what with Rithrynn having a notoriously bad poker face as usual, he could tell that Rithrynn was not at ease either.
"Trouble might have hit home sooner than I would have expected, Rithrynn." Sharon spoke in a louder voice directed at Rithrynn, one that unfortunately could not escape the notice of Ashira either.
"Whatever happens in there, look twice before you stab anything. Or shoot anyone."
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The jaws of the two chevalier-Night Elves whom had been watching after Malizia would drop to the floor when the normally large Draenei shrunk to an almost miniscule size right before them - and was snapped off by Liaena before they could regain their senses!
One of them looked for direction towards Silje-Serphia, but she was still too busy blushing at the recently arrived Naliyah to even react!
“So… did you want that antidote now, or later? Better to get back to normal size sooner, before one of those idiots sits on you”
"Given the naturally enhanced volume of the typical Kaldoreian posterior, that would indeed be a good idea." Valion, masquerading as Sharon, would smirk, standing on Liaena's shoulder as the girl walked away.
As they walked, he would toss a glance down at Malizia in Liaena's hand.
"I do not think she ever planned for this. Still, if this girl has an antitode, it should be fairly straightforward to bring the Death Knight back to full if I just play along - provided the situation does not needlessly complicate itself any further."
Valion thought to himself. Malizia wasn't strictly needed for the first part of the mission, which after all was just to get the elves to vacate the mansion. Still, whenever the real Sharon would show up, her Runeblade would be useful in dealing with him and his allies.
"Why don't we head to my office? With any luck, it'll still be an Night Elf-free zone." Valion would eventually suggest, glancing over at Liaena with a slight nod and a smile.
"All the commotion of the day has left me wanting for some quiet time."
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"Pssth, Captain! Captain! The mission, remember?!"
One of the chevalier, Lisa-Ashira, would tug at the back of Silje-Serphia's shoulder, pulling her a little back as she stood on her toes to try to whisper into the much taller Captain's ears.
"Summon the elves in the house, make them follow you and leave the mansion!" Lisa-Ashira would continue to sneer up at her.
"Shouldn't we let them get dressed fir,-"
"They're elves, they're just naturally weird; deal with it!"
"Uh, okai... ?"
Chevalier "Rithrynn" was looking utterly perplexed at Naliyah who was currently clinging to her like a magnet and slowly but surely attempting to drag her away from the group, throwing worried looks between the crazy Night Elf and the rest of the Chevalier Elves in the room. If it hadn't been for one of the chevalier-elves stepping up behind and holding "Rithrynn" by her collar, Naliyah would have surely already have dragged her off into one of the siderooms!
Silje-Serphia, having finally managed to tear her eyes off Naliyah's nonexistant thong, given them a good rub and cleared her throat, would turn to the rest.
"Summon the... warriors of the Night! I, the Captain of this band, have a very important announcement to make! Right, now... ish." Silje-Serphia proclaimed loudly, a no small feat considering that she had almost never had to shout ever before earlier in her life.
Throwing an unsure look at the Night Elves around her, she motioned for them to follow her as she slowly but surely started heading towards the mansion's living room, from where she could hear the most commotion.
"We're right behind you, don't worry!" Lisa-Ashira whispered as she walked close behind Silje-Serphia, though from where she stood, she could not see much more than the white hair of the Captain, and felt herself within an uncomfortable close reach of the Captain's overly large and over-exposed hips!
"This kid is becoming a nuisance."
Valion thought to himself with regards to Liaena from where he hid below Silje-Serphia's pointy ear on her shoulder.
However, there was a notable lack from response from their 'Serphia' in general. When Valion looked to see what was wrong, it did not take long for him to notice the huge blush that was currently on Silje-Serphia's face as the girl-masquerading-as-elf was staring down at a drunk, half-naked Night Elf nearby as if she was in some kind of awkward trance.
Behind them, Malizia's impromptu nap-time had caught a lot of the chevalier-sentinels off guard, with two of them having to leap forward in order to catch the large Draenei before she literally face planted onto the floor!
"This... isn't working."
"Continue the mission, Silje. I will deal with the girl." Valion spoke softly into the Silje-Serphia's ear while weaving his hand around.
For a moment, Liaena could suddenly feel a sense of lightheadedness that came just out of nowhere. In the corner of her eyes, she could see flickering lights that passed over her eyes for a moment - before disappearing once again and her mind returned to normal.
"Do not worry, Liaena. I am fine." Valion then answered, walking out across Silje-Serphia's shoulderpad to look down from the vantage point to Liaena.
While Valion may have appeared like his usual self to any of the other witnesses in the room, with his red hair and brown and black cloak and leather armor, that was not the way he appeared in Liaena's eyes. In Liaena's eyes, he appeared as a perfect mimic of her last memory of Sharon, with his blue cloak and mage battlearmor, blond hair and deep blue eyes. Valion's golden scepter appeared instead like Sharon's silver battlestaff.
Smiling down at Liaena, Valion; appearing now like an exact replicate of Sharon in Liaena's vision, voice and sound and all; would disappear in a sudden blink, only to reappear almost immediately on the armrest of a chair close to Liaena.
"I apologize for not revealing myself earlier. Hearing your concerns warms my heart." Valion spoke with a gentle smile, offering a quick glance at Silje-Serphia(whom was still trying to remove her eyes from the drunk elf's almost nonexistant thong) and back to Liaena.
"Shall we go somewhere more private and leave the Captain to her business? It's a long story, and I have plenty to share. I believe I have a bottle of champagne hidden somewhere around here just for a joyous occasion like this."
Valion thought to himself with regards to Liaena from where he hid below Silje-Serphia's pointy ear on her shoulder.
However, there was a notable lack from response from their 'Serphia' in general. When Valion looked to see what was wrong, it did not take long for him to notice the huge blush that was currently on Silje-Serphia's face as the girl-masquerading-as-elf was staring down at a drunk, half-naked Night Elf nearby as if she was in some kind of awkward trance.
Behind them, Malizia's impromptu nap-time had caught a lot of the chevalier-sentinels off guard, with two of them having to leap forward in order to catch the large Draenei before she literally face planted onto the floor!
"This... isn't working."
"Continue the mission, Silje. I will deal with the girl." Valion spoke softly into the Silje-Serphia's ear while weaving his hand around.
For a moment, Liaena could suddenly feel a sense of lightheadedness that came just out of nowhere. In the corner of her eyes, she could see flickering lights that passed over her eyes for a moment - before disappearing once again and her mind returned to normal.
"Do not worry, Liaena. I am fine." Valion then answered, walking out across Silje-Serphia's shoulderpad to look down from the vantage point to Liaena.
While Valion may have appeared like his usual self to any of the other witnesses in the room, with his red hair and brown and black cloak and leather armor, that was not the way he appeared in Liaena's eyes. In Liaena's eyes, he appeared as a perfect mimic of her last memory of Sharon, with his blue cloak and mage battlearmor, blond hair and deep blue eyes. Valion's golden scepter appeared instead like Sharon's silver battlestaff.
Smiling down at Liaena, Valion; appearing now like an exact replicate of Sharon in Liaena's vision, voice and sound and all; would disappear in a sudden blink, only to reappear almost immediately on the armrest of a chair close to Liaena.
"I apologize for not revealing myself earlier. Hearing your concerns warms my heart." Valion spoke with a gentle smile, offering a quick glance at Silje-Serphia(whom was still trying to remove her eyes from the drunk elf's almost nonexistant thong) and back to Liaena.
"Shall we go somewhere more private and leave the Captain to her business? It's a long story, and I have plenty to share. I believe I have a bottle of champagne hidden somewhere around here just for a joyous occasion like this."
"Sooo, this 'Li' human, how well do you know her?"
Sharon, having initially been smiling back at Ashira, grew slightly more uncomfortable all of a sudden as he leaned a little away. Staring back up at Ashira's face, it was hard to not notice how very interested the Sentinel looked.
An amount of interest that was almost worrisome!
"Well... we've been together for a while." Sharon responded, biting his lips as he looked around.
"She's a nice girl. A little adventurous, some might say dangerous or even manipulative, but truly well-intentioned with a heart in all the right places."
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Ever since the carriage stopped close by them, the whole group of 'Night Elves', including Malizia, had become completely silent as they all merely threw awkward looks, first at the carriage, and then over to the girl who stepped out of it.
“…I’m sure whatever happened, the elves started it”
While most of the chevalier-elves seemed to mostly be giving Liaena a bunch of blank or confused stares, Malizia would immediately recognize Liaena. She had been briefed well enough about Liaena to know that she was Sharon's girlfriend, though whether it was official or unofficial had yet not been confirmed by any of their agents for some reason.
"They have been terrorizing this town ever since they arrived!" Malizia; still wearing her full White Hand armor; would respond, the Draenei pretending to be resisting her binds as she threw the surrounding 'elves' a dark glare.
"Would you please inform the authorities, young girl? This charade has gone well past the point of silliness!"
Lisa-Ashira, having picked up a note from Delilah's own behavior, would take the opportunity to suddenly raise her hand and slap Malizia across the back of her head with her wristguard, with an audible 'oof!' escaping from Malizia's faceguard, and judging by the smack that accompanied it, 'Ashira' hadn't tried to be nice!
"Quiet, Den'dweah!" 'Ashira' shouted!
" ... you will regret that." Malizia growled as she glanced over at Ashira, with a surprising amount of seriousness in her voice that made 'Ashira' raise an eyebrow at her.
Silje-Serphia, who had been watching the whole exchange with a peculiar amount of silence, eventually opened her mouth to speak.
"Rithrynn?" She muttered, looking back out across her little troop of chevalier elves. That was when she could suddenly feel a small gust of wind beneath her right ear on her shoulder, as the High Elf named Valion would teleport onto her shoulder on the opposite direction Liaena was standing, essentially shielding himself from her sight.
"Rithrynn Syn'dial. She's a close friend of the black haired girl, Liaena Rune. 'She'is standing right next to you." Valion quietly spoke into Silje-Serphia's ear. To everyone else who couldn't see the tiny figure, it was as if a light just went up in Silje-Serphia's face as she turned around and looked down at Chevalier 'Rithrynn', and then back at Liaena.
"Ohhh, she's here! Sorry for blocking your view!" Silje-Serphia smiled to Liaena, stepping away as to not stand in between Liaena and the impostor. Chevalier 'Rithrynn' looked back up at Silje-Serphia for a moment, seeming surprised, before looking back at Liaena, smiled and raised a hand.
"I was here all along, hehe... what took you so long?" Chevalier-Rithrynn said.
"Tell her this: 'Sharon is in a safe place'." Valion continued.
"And don't worry about Sharon, he's in a safe place!" Silje-Serphia then said, smiling down at Liaena.
"And, elven warlord never says 'sorry'! Please shape up before you ruin this mission, or we will pull your student loan." Valion spoke again into Silje-Serphia's ear.
"Serphia" was about to open her mouth as to say something, suddenly stopping, and then looking down at Delilah.
"I... " Silje-Serphia was about to speak, before she placed her hands against her hips and looked down at Delilah with a grumpy look all of a sudden!
"(Darnassian) I have had it with these delays already! Let us in right now, Sentinel!" Silje-Serphia spoke in Darnassian to Delilah. Behind her, some of the Chevalier-Elves exchanged odd looks but said nothing.
Sharon, having initially been smiling back at Ashira, grew slightly more uncomfortable all of a sudden as he leaned a little away. Staring back up at Ashira's face, it was hard to not notice how very interested the Sentinel looked.
An amount of interest that was almost worrisome!
"Well... we've been together for a while." Sharon responded, biting his lips as he looked around.
"She's a nice girl. A little adventurous, some might say dangerous or even manipulative, but truly well-intentioned with a heart in all the right places."
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Ever since the carriage stopped close by them, the whole group of 'Night Elves', including Malizia, had become completely silent as they all merely threw awkward looks, first at the carriage, and then over to the girl who stepped out of it.
“…I’m sure whatever happened, the elves started it”
While most of the chevalier-elves seemed to mostly be giving Liaena a bunch of blank or confused stares, Malizia would immediately recognize Liaena. She had been briefed well enough about Liaena to know that she was Sharon's girlfriend, though whether it was official or unofficial had yet not been confirmed by any of their agents for some reason.
"They have been terrorizing this town ever since they arrived!" Malizia; still wearing her full White Hand armor; would respond, the Draenei pretending to be resisting her binds as she threw the surrounding 'elves' a dark glare.
"Would you please inform the authorities, young girl? This charade has gone well past the point of silliness!"
Lisa-Ashira, having picked up a note from Delilah's own behavior, would take the opportunity to suddenly raise her hand and slap Malizia across the back of her head with her wristguard, with an audible 'oof!' escaping from Malizia's faceguard, and judging by the smack that accompanied it, 'Ashira' hadn't tried to be nice!
"Quiet, Den'dweah!" 'Ashira' shouted!
" ... you will regret that." Malizia growled as she glanced over at Ashira, with a surprising amount of seriousness in her voice that made 'Ashira' raise an eyebrow at her.
Silje-Serphia, who had been watching the whole exchange with a peculiar amount of silence, eventually opened her mouth to speak.
"Rithrynn?" She muttered, looking back out across her little troop of chevalier elves. That was when she could suddenly feel a small gust of wind beneath her right ear on her shoulder, as the High Elf named Valion would teleport onto her shoulder on the opposite direction Liaena was standing, essentially shielding himself from her sight.
"Rithrynn Syn'dial. She's a close friend of the black haired girl, Liaena Rune. 'She'is standing right next to you." Valion quietly spoke into Silje-Serphia's ear. To everyone else who couldn't see the tiny figure, it was as if a light just went up in Silje-Serphia's face as she turned around and looked down at Chevalier 'Rithrynn', and then back at Liaena.
"Ohhh, she's here! Sorry for blocking your view!" Silje-Serphia smiled to Liaena, stepping away as to not stand in between Liaena and the impostor. Chevalier 'Rithrynn' looked back up at Silje-Serphia for a moment, seeming surprised, before looking back at Liaena, smiled and raised a hand.
"I was here all along, hehe... what took you so long?" Chevalier-Rithrynn said.
"Tell her this: 'Sharon is in a safe place'." Valion continued.
"And don't worry about Sharon, he's in a safe place!" Silje-Serphia then said, smiling down at Liaena.
"And, elven warlord never says 'sorry'! Please shape up before you ruin this mission, or we will pull your student loan." Valion spoke again into Silje-Serphia's ear.
"Serphia" was about to open her mouth as to say something, suddenly stopping, and then looking down at Delilah.
"I... " Silje-Serphia was about to speak, before she placed her hands against her hips and looked down at Delilah with a grumpy look all of a sudden!
"(Darnassian) I have had it with these delays already! Let us in right now, Sentinel!" Silje-Serphia spoke in Darnassian to Delilah. Behind her, some of the Chevalier-Elves exchanged odd looks but said nothing.
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