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Duskwood
Massive pointed legs pressed silently against the webs, lifting them slightly off the ground, like walking over pillows. For a moment, the eight legs remained still, sensing vibrations throughout the webbing, feeling movement.
Then they moved again, their huge segmented body floating through the air quietly.
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Duskwood
From the shadows, a figure emerged. The woman was quite tall; her legs not visible in the darkness. She was wearing a skin-tight black covering that rose to her chest, cutting off and only added to by equally skin-tight black gloves that covered just past her elbows.
Two red eyes gazed downwards through the darkness, four red jewels adorning her hair. "What business heave you here?" She asked in a raspy voice; her syllables seeming to echo and hiss with a clicking of her tongue.
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Broodmother Arana
Duskwood
A massive bent leg reached outwards, and then another; the woman revealing what was hidden within the darkness. He waist spread outwards, the large segmented body of a spider holding her over the ground.
"And what might I owe your kind to help them?" Anara questioned, eying the intruder with a much more suspicious gaze.
Taliria Blindhawk, Blades of Elune
Ashenvale
Taliria huffed, panting for a moment and leaning against one of the massive trees of Ashenvale. She glanced back, the small group of armored Elves following her through the winding path they had been following.
Chain armor jingled as she stood straight anew, a small shield slung over her back, a short-sword fashioned to her hip. She was a Blade of Elune; a rather new group of Night Elves who were most comparable to Paladins.
When the offer had come to investigate the Night Raven Corps, Taliria had jumped at the chance to lead the scouting party. Only now had it occurred to her that she might not like what she had found.
Three days without word from the camp. And, more importantly to her, three days without word from Rommuel.
Nodding, she kept moving.
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Character
: Alythera Ætherstar
Location
: Duskwood
A night elven lady, dressed in ebon and violet two piece armor. Both metal and cloth, and the desing was clearly made for agility. Two scimitars and a chakram in her waist. And a pony tail with the color of cobwebs hanging down her spine.
Alythera, assassin of the Ravenguard walked from the dark shadow of a long dead tree into the moonlight and became visible for the naked eye. The assassin said nothing and walked next to Silvais. Just to make a impact and disadvice hostility.
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Broodmother Arana
Duskwood
"Bold claims from one so small." Arana hissed. She stopped suddenly, turning to the side. Webbing beneath her shook the tiniest amount, and then suddenly went limp.
"It seems all the uninvited guests chose tonight to make their way here..." The demi-goddess glared.
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Character
: ?, ?, ?
Location
: ?
"Things are happening."
The man in the suit spun around. With a roll of his eyes, he re-positioned his glasses (now knocked askew) back onto his nose. "Things are always happening," he replied, striding forward. "Though I imagine this things are somewhat more important than the others, else you wouldn't have called us here."
"Correct," the first speaker, a robed night elf woman replied. "I felt that these events were large enough to necessitate our intervention."
"You did well in bringing this to my attention," a third speaker said. His voice was rough, hollow and seemed to
buzz
. It also had the side effect of making both the others stand stiffly upright and turn towards the door. A third person stood there. Tall, baltd and clad in robes of a priest of the Light, he presented a striking figure when compared to the other two. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him, then gestured to one of the chairs. "May I?" he inquired.
"Of course," the man in the suit said. He reached into a cabinet and took out a large bottle of an amber colored liquid, along with three glasses. After they had all taken their seats, the man in the suit leaned forward. "Are the initial reports as bad as they seem?"
The elven woman took a small sip then spoke. "By all accounts, worse. I've barely scratched the surface of what may be going on, and even the surface projects are of a scope never seen before."
"You couldn't go any deeper?" the suited man asked, frustrated.
"Unfortunately, no," she said, shaking her head. "They are of Elune. I am of Ysera. They trusted me- to an extent. A small extent. Everything was on a need-to-know basis, and I didn't need to know 99% of it. The rest I gathered from my contacts."
The man in the suit leaned back, mollified. "Of course, I didn't mean to imply incompetency," he said apologetically. "I've just been somewhat on edge. Things are happening back in Stormwind, and I've been unable to find the cause. If this is the case, it still leaves me powerless to shape them the way I want." His eyes darkened and he took a large quaff of his drink. "You know how much I hate improvising."
"Yet improvise you must," the robed man said, taking a polite sip and setting his glass onto the table next to him. "We must accelerate our plans. If this is what I believe it to be... well, let's just say it's what we've been preparing for."
A long while later, after the others had left, the suited man sat at his writing table. Several pages lay in a neat pile next to him, while another sat in front of him. He scratched busily with a pen, barely pausing for thought.
...which is why I've written in such haste. I beg you to forgive my ramblings and focus upon the intent behind these actions, not the actions themselves. If all goes as I fear, we won't have much time left. I expect a response posthaste.
- J
He checked the letter and, satisfied, put it with the other papers and dropped them into a box marked "out." He swept up a hat and cloak and stepped out into the night.
Behind him, the pages glowed briefly gold, then vanished.
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Broodmother Arana
Duskwood
"They have lead intruders to our domain." Arana commented, glancing at the other woman. "What say you to that?"
Taliria Blindhawk, Blades of Elune
Ashenvale
Talia pulled herself over a particularly thick grouping to roots; landing into sunlight as the group crossed into Azshara. She looked back, nodding to the Blades behind her. One Elf raised his hand; a purple glow erupted from it and flashing in the sky as a signal for the night raven camp.
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Taliria Blindhawk, Blades of Elune
Azshara
Taliria drew her shield and sword a moment, ready for anything.
Until she caught sight of Romuel. With a sigh of relief, she returned her tools. "Rommy!" She shouted.
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