The White Knight's Rest. [Closed]

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Time passed as she watched the movements and activities of the patrons below.  Noone seemed to pay her special mind.  From chatting elves to drinking humans to crying pandaren women, the flow of the tavern moved much as any other would

Watching the taproom and nursing a drink so as not to appear suspicious, the woman missed the moment when she was no longer sitting alone.  A shrouded figure, hood pulled low and cloak drawn tight around a tall and lean form, watched her impassively with unseen eyes.  She jumped a bit in her seat, startled at his seemingly sudden appearance.

"Karahlynn Beaumont."  The figure produced a coin purse in long, slim fingers shrouded in leather gloves.  He tossed it to the table.  "I have need of your services."  The voice was low, hushed, and tickled at her memory... but it was unclear in the din of the taproom, and whomever this was seemed to be taking pains to go unnoticed.

[A] Moonpetãl, Craelin, Dumoh, Koordu, Elfsoul, Daergun, Thraece, Tirimale, Bandelar, Jamyson, Andryn

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Karahlynn's eyes narrowed, her hand moving swiftly to the hilt of her dagger sheathed at her hip.  Hidden beneath her cloak, she pressed the dagger firmly against his inner thigh, just high enough that if she flicked her wrist just right she would sever an artery, but not high enough to get too close and lose her advantage.  Her eyes move over the figure at the table beside her, trying to access any memories past of who this individual may be.  Her mind came up blank.  He had surprised her; snuck up on her.  That didn't happen often, so he was obviously good.  What services could she possibly have to offer?  Her fingers curled around the hilt of the blade, preparing to defend herself if necessary.  In her other hand, a vial of flash powder in case events turned South.

"Who exactly is requesting my services, and what exactly are you offering as compensation?"  Her eyes flick briefly to the coin purse, trying to judge its contents, then back to the figure.  She couldn't afford to take her attention from him for too long, no matter how tempted she was to see what was in the bag.  There would be time for that later.

 

H- Relindra , Karainatah, Illivara , Kelada, Taishne
A- Dorï, Wyndblossom, Hiriko, Aronaa, Kellessa, Karahlynn

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The shrouded figure kept his hands on the table, palms down, but otherwise gave no real acknowledgement of the blade laid against him.  She saw pale lips curled into an amused smile beneath his hood, a neatly trimmed beard the color of fresh snow, and could even smell a crisp and clean scent from him as she focused her attention.

"I am asking that you do something you have done before.  I am offering coin and a favor for the work."  A golden glow lit beneath the hood, and eyes that had played in her nightmares lifted to meet hers.  "And I am someone who keeps his promises."

[A] Moonpetãl, Craelin, Dumoh, Koordu, Elfsoul, Daergun, Thraece, Tirimale, Bandelar, Jamyson, Andryn

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Her fingers relaxed and the dagger clattered to the floor as she stared at the face before her.  She nervously licked her lips with a tongue that had suddenly gone dry.  Her heart beat against her chest as a bead of sweat began it's journey down her cheek.  Looking down into the crowd, she saw a large group of patrons, laughing and enjoying the merriment.  Not one was paying any mind to the two figures in the upper balcony.

"Chameleon, why have you returned?"  Images flashed through her mind.  Bright lights: purple, white, blue, silver, green. Explosions all around her.  She should not have been there, but she had let her curiosity get the better of her and she almost paid for it with her life.  Why was she left for dead when the one who truly should have been dead still lives?  Taking a deep breath, she mustered all of the courage she had and pushed the fear deep down into her stomach.  This might be the only time she would be able to get some answers. Looking up into the gold eyes for the first time in years, she met his gaze.  "What do you want?"  She gave her best attempt at making her voice appear steady and confident, even if her insides were twisted in knots.

H- Relindra , Karainatah, Illivara , Kelada, Taishne
A- Dorï, Wyndblossom, Hiriko, Aronaa, Kellessa, Karahlynn

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The figure slouched forward, the cowl pointed toward the table.  Oddly, she could still feel eyes on her.

"We have been watching, Miss Beaumont.  Within the past days, we have felt rumblings of the old power again.  He is using his full potential.  Not constantly, but regularly.  As if he is... preparing.  I don't have to tell you how unsettling that thought is."  He lifted his eyes back to hers.  "I cannot imagine you have gone this long without keeping tabs on him.  I need you to find out what he is doing, and where.

"I need you to find out if he must be put down one last time."

The figure did not wait for a reply or a response.  He stood smoothly, though the gesture had a strange sense of self-awareness to it.  "I will contact you again in a week's time."  With that he strode to the stairs and down to the common room, passing by the patrons like a shadow on his way to the exit.

[A] Moonpetãl, Craelin, Dumoh, Koordu, Elfsoul, Daergun, Thraece, Tirimale, Bandelar, Jamyson, Andryn

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Karahlynn squinted her eyes thoughtfully and watched the figure exit.  She grabbed the glass from the table, which was still mostly full, and gulped the remainder of her drink down in one swallow.  She grabbed her things with one hand, while wiping her mouth with the sleeve of the other arm.

She had been keeping tabs on the group that the mage had put together.  This "Covenant" that they call themselves.  Self proclaimed heroes; it made her laugh.  Her face was set in determined concentration as she headed out the tavern.  There was only one place she could go, and it was the last place in the city she wanted to be.  From her intel, she gathered that there was a Pandaren male, loud, boisterous, overly trusting, that was part of this "Covenant."  He liked to frequent the area in front of the cathedral on some evenings, making friends among the Worgen.  She would start there.  Maybe, she should stop in and say hi to Ms. Nightingale as well.

H- Relindra , Karainatah, Illivara , Kelada, Taishne
A- Dorï, Wyndblossom, Hiriko, Aronaa, Kellessa, Karahlynn

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She knelt before a tiny smudge fire, feeding fragrant herbs and leaves to the flames.  The aromatic smoke filled her lungs with each deep breath, and it was not long before she felt the slight disassociation with her body that indicated she was ready. 

She watched the naked draenei sit cross-legged beside the fire, her body relaxed and empty, ready for the mind’s return.  Moments later, she was soaring across the eye-searing brightness of the spirit realm, questing. 

Everything around her was brilliant; rich with the deadly radiance of life.  It was a world of intense and dazzling beauty, and therein lay the danger.   When details as minute as the hydration of a plant’s cells were visible to the naked eye, it was easy to lose days, months or even years watching the process of nature.

Today, Enveri had no eye to appreciate the lush beauty below.  She glided through the air on silent wings, her primaries twitching to take advantage of non-existent air currents.   The winds of her passing stirred the leaves as she soared through the brilliant foliage.  She had done this so many times she knew precisely how close she could come before she would come into contact with the gnarled bark of the tree.  

The territory was familiar; she had been at this for weeks, starting with the primary crash site in Ammen Vale, slowly circling over Azuremyst Island.  The wreckage that was left of course was not present here, but the damage it had done; the poisoned earth, toxic water and transformed wildlife were clearly evident.  It was these sites of damage and destruction that she sought.

Flickers of light wafted to and fro over the damaged area, some so solid as to appear as Kaldorei wisps, some just brushes of smoke.  They were ignored by the great snowy owl as she soared overhead, her keen eyes flicking over the site.  There.  On the outskirts of the wreckage, a wispy shape stood, staring at damaged pods.    She banked her wings, gliding in a smooth spiral, needing confirmation.

… YES!  Got him.  She pulled a feather from her breast, letting it fall without stopping.  Strong muscles flexed as she pumped her wings, the wind of her passing giving the down feather the boost it needed to lodge itself against the spirit’s ephemeral breastplate. 

 

Moments later she was taking a deep breath, the ache in her muscles and the dryness of her mouth telling her she had been in the spirit realms for some time.  The fire was long cold, and her joints were stiff and painful when she tried to move.   Time moved differently, there.   She had been gone for an hour, perhaps two by her own reckoning, but in the real world, she may have been gone for fifteen minutes... or three weeks. 

Stiffly, she got to her feet and dressed, limping away from her little camp, triumphant.  She had found him.  Found him, and marked him, so that she could find him again.  She must tell the mage.

 

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