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Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "Rae'liel - The Not-so-Honored Guest.\n\nSilence followed her as blood still seeped outward from her wounds. Staying conscious was becoming an ever-increasing labor, her breath began to draw shallow while she was lead along like a prize of war. Sherpa was sure to taunt her, followed by the ominous chuckles of those who followed him behind her. The door opened and a scene was being played before her while her world continued to spin. \n\nHer already pale skin had reached an even purer shade of white. Blood loss was continuing to take its heavy toll, and the Paladin could do nothing about it. Magically and physically exhausted, the urge to collapse over and sleep was a rising thoughtin her heart. \n\nEven though she knew that such a urge was the creeping fingertips of death that began to settle heavily upon her shoulders.\n\nAnd then there was movement. She sensed it long before she saw it, as a giant behemoth of a Night Elven kind came charging through the Humans' midst and crashed into the Paladin. A cry of pain caused blood to spatter forth from her lips and crimson to trickle down further from the corner of her lip due to her debilitating injuries. \n\nSerphia, of all people had saved her. That accursed Night Elven captain had picked her up and ran. Demanding that she would deliver a response for her need of rescue soon enough upon the advent of their escape. Sardonically, the Paladin smiled. \n\nThey would soon see why inevitably anyway upon their departure. Half of Sherpa's fortress was literally gone. Carved from the earth.\n\nPerhaps her sacrifice would have been worth it, perhaps she would have the chance to see it. That is, if she received the medical attention to survive soon enough.",
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"text": "\" ... I would at least have expected a ´thank you´, let alone ´my hero!´or something like that.\" Serphia commented between her breath as the Night Elf raced through the numerous corridors and hallways that littered the belly of the reef below the castle. The Night Elf ran with long strides, covering a large amount of ground with each step!\n\n\"Typical Blood Elves!\"\n\n...\n\nHowever, after having sprinted for almost almost an entire kilometer through the ascending corridors and stairs, the Captain became suspicious of the lack of noise or complaints coming from either Rae´liel or Sharon!\n\nFinally, in a more darkened hallways, Serphia would slow down to a walk. Although she was in top physical shape, the constant interval running up through the ascending corridors had made her start to pant a little.\n\n\"What´s going on with... oh.\" Serphia asked as she turned her head around to look at Rae´liel, before she realized that the wet and warm sensation she had felt all the way from her arm was in fact due to a stream of bright red crimson blood that ran all the way down from her shoulderplate and down along her arm and to her side. The Blood Elf was bleeding like a stuck pig!\n\n\"That´s... a problem.\"\n\nAlthough Serphia knew little about Blood Elf anatomy or biology, she knew that as a general rule, all living things could only lose a certain amount of blood before passing out - permanently.\n\nLooking in every direction to make sure that they weren´t being followed, or that there were no more White Hand mercenaries coming in their direction, Serphia would lift Rae´liel off her shoulder. In that process, she also found the missing High Elf, Sharon, now plastered to Rae´liel´s armor and clothes around her belly area.\n\n\"So that´s where you went.\" Serphia said with an almost a-hah expression as she noticed Sharon, the tiny High Elf now literally drenched in Rae´liel´s blood. It was a rather macabre sight, or at least could be considered to be. Though it seemed more or less to simply amuse Serphia, who was no stranger to blood.,\nTurning around after unplastering the disheveled High ELf from Rae´liel, she placed Rae´liel along the wall in a sitting position. Finding a dagger, the Captain went down on her knees next to the Blood Elf and quickly went through the buckles and leather strips holding the Blood Elf´s armor together, cutting them apart before she started to tear off her plates and ripping the padded clothing beneath apart until she found the bleeding wound in the Blood Elf´s upper abdomen and lower chest.\n\n\"She definitely took a hit!\"\n\n\"Fire, I´ll need fire... \" Serphia muttered to herself, before she looked to Sharon whom she had placed on the floor next to her. \n\nPutting her dagger back into her belt around her hips and unsheathing one of her large, curved swords instead; she held the side of the metal blade down towards Sharon who was standing on the ground.\n\n\"Heat it up, High Elf. I need to close her wound before we lose your fel addict!\" Serphia instructed Sharon as she motioned towards her blade.\n\nWhile waiting for the tiny mage´s response, Serphia would move the palm of her hand over Rae´liel´s mouth, realising that the pain her planned medical procedure would produce would probably produce a painful scream as well!\n\n\"You will thank me for this later!\"",
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] | It was a liberated groan that escaped from Sharon as he was finally released from being trapped between Rae'liel and Serphia, two women notiably much larger than himself in his current size, and the latter probably so even in his default size. It was comparable, to put it short, to be between a rock and a hard place.
As he was dropped to the floor by Serphia, Sharon staggered around for a moment; almost tripping over himself as his muscles raced to reastablish an equilibrium.
"By the light." Sharon said under his breath as the High Elf noticed how he was completely covered in blood, now infusing his robes. Indeed, his blue robes had now turned to a crimson red color, and his armor was splattered with blood in every corner.
"Blood... it's even worse than wine. I'll never be able to use these robes again!"
"Next time, could you please use your other shoulde,-" Sharon began to talk as he turned around to look up at Serphia, but when he noticed that the Night Elven Captain was in the process of stripping Rae'liel of her armor, the High Elf soon turned back around and looked the other way out of respect for the Blood Elf's decency.
It was not until Serphia pointed with her sword at him that Sharon turned around to give the large weapon, relatively speaking, a glance.
"That'll be easy. Just give me a moment." Sharon noted as the tiny mage raised his hands, leaving his staff levitating in the air next to him as he focused on Serphia's sword.
Soon, a pair of fiery globes were spawned in the air around the Captain's blade. Slowly but surely, the ice cold steel of Serphia's blade started to gain a bright-red glow after about half a minute as the metal became superheated!
"Now, mind the touch; you don't want to burn your fingers. That thing is hot!" Sharon explained as he motioned towards Serphia's blade which was almost on fire.
A burning blade in the hands of a fearsome warrior like Serphia; quite a terrible combination indeed the High Elf thought to himself.
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An unnatural roar came from the iron mask of the Death Knight as the dart was plunged into his exposed flesh.
The creature dropped to its knees, his grip going limp and causing him to lose his Runeblade to the ground. A white puff of smoke was now rising from his back where the dart had entered his skin. The necrotic flesh around the dart was literally bubbling as if it had been splashed with acid, and emitted an absolutely foul stench as it went up into the air in the shape of white mist.
Now defenseless and seemingly stunned by the pain, the creature was unable to defend itself as the sentinel Aleena brought her large saber down against him, effectively decapitating his head in the process! As his helmet fell forward and landed onto the floor, a pale faced, blond haired head of what had been a young man rolled out of it and onto the ground. Its features had long since started decomposing, though the decrepit face seemed to be embalmed with various sticky oils that kept it from rotting further. The golden hair had gained a green taint, and whatever youthful vigor the face may have once held was long dead.
In the meantime, Sherpa was lying with his back on the cold stone floor.
The High Elf reached to his nose, ensuring that it was not broken. It felt like he had stood in the tracks and taken a facefull of the deeprun tram head on!
Leaning up and staggering to his feet, he saw no sign of the Night Elf that had run over him. But he had seen the small figure of his brother, Sharon, sitting in her cowl as she had passed him. And the suffocating white mist that had once filled the hallway was now dissipating through the underground ventilation.
"Are you alright, sire?" One of the chevaliers asked as he reached to give Sherpa a hand, but the High Elf pulled his arm back spitefully.
"Get that ogre of a Night Elf!" Sherpa yelled at his men, pointing in the direction that Serphia had run off with Sharon and Rae'liel.
"But the intruder-"
"I will deal with the intruders!" Sherpa said again, reaching for the hilt of his sword that rested at his hip. The chevaliers around him took a moment to look at the snow-haired High Elf, before nodding and ran off in the direction that Serphia had taken.
As his men disappeared through the dust and remnants of the white mist behind him on their pursuit, Sherpa turned to look towards Liaena and the rest of the group now standing in front of him.
As the elf unseathed his blade, it soon became apparant that past the silver ornaments in the shape of a falcon at its handle, the rest of the blade was a Runeblade, a series of cryptic runes etched alongside the spine of the blade. As the cursed weapon escaped its sheath, it was as if the temperature in the corridor dropped with multiple degrees. A faint whisper could be heard through the air, as the runes on his blade began to glow in a haunting, dark purple light.
"The game ends here." Sherpa uttered as he pointed towards the grip with his Runeblade, his darkened blue eyes narrowing as he spoke. | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "Serphia raised a brow at the suicidal Blood Elf, studying her grime covered face with her silver eyes. But soon a grin formed around the Captain's mouth, meeting that of Rae'liel's own.\n\n\"That would have been too easy.\" Serphia answered as she reached down to pick up the tiny High Elf next to her, before placing him on her shoulder and reaching out towards Rae'liel.\n\"Besides, the one providing us with free food and drinks asked you be saved. I wouldn't want to do anything to sabotage our good arrangement.\"\n\nSerphia explained as she motioned with her head towards the tiny High Elf, Sharon, who was now standing on her shoulder. Reaching out for Rae'liel, the Night Elf would pick the smaller Blood Elf up and hold her in her arms before standing back up on her feet.\n\n\"You can get a new set once we get out of here.\" Serphia mentioned as she looked at the remnants of Rae'liel's armor that lay on the ground.\n\"Right now we need to get out of here alive first!\"\n\nAnd with that, the Night Elven Captain, with Sharon on her shoulder and Rae'liel in her arms, continued her sprint up through the numerous and maze like set of corridors and hallways of the reef. She had little clear idea where she was actually going, which lead her to take some awkward decisions into dead ends and decorative rooms that forced her to turn back.\n\nFinally however, she reached a familiar corridor; the one leading up to the spiral staircase to the barracks that they had used to enter the reef. But as she approached the stair room, she suddenly heard the clattering of feet as a small squad of White Hand mercenaries were heading down towards them. Without a second of hesitation, she swung into a corner behind a small statue. The chevaliers passed her, none of them turning to look behind to see the Captain. They were apparently in a hurry, perhaps to join the battle at the ritual chamber.\n\nWaiting for them to turn a corner and disappear, Serphia emerged from the shadows of the statue to run up the stairs, passing through the barrack which was empty and out onto the battlements outside.\n\nPerhaps the first thing she noticed as she passed out onto the battlements of the fort was a distinct smell of burning wood and scorched metal, and a couple of large, dark clouds rising from fires across the fort. A number of the battlements, towers and bastions also carried deep scars, with chunks of rocks having been blown away or collapsed in certain places. The entire castle did indeed look noticeably much worse for wear than it had done previously.\n\nSerphia noted the devastation as she ran in the shadows of the battlements, passing through the smoke of remaining fires to stay concealed and dodging the occasional White Hand mercenary or castle steward that ran around in the courtyard and on the battlements.\n\n\"It almost looks like the Fourth Great War just started right here.\" Serphia commented while crouched in the corner of a hallway as she waited for two white hand mercenaries to pass her, as she glanced at one of the towers; part of which was charred black.\n\"It wouldn't surprise me if this was the work of that midget Rithrynn keeps dragging around.\"",
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"text": "\"Move, dammit! Who thought that making this stuff so sticky was a good idea!?\"\n\nLiaena thought as she kicked furiously at the remains of the gel around her legs, the damn stuff proving stubbornly resistant to her efforts. \"Get moving, you lot, would you! They'll be after us in a moment!\"\n\n\"They'll be here faster if you shout\" \n\nKathlin observed as she bent down to rip strands of the gunk from around the girl's legs. Liam was straightening up with Alissah floating next to him, apparently unconscious but no longer bleeding profusely. The young man, as usual, looked extremely pale as he glanced down the corridor, the shielding mist dissipating rapidly. \"I'm inclined to agree with Rune, for once…who is that?\"\n\n\"……\"\n\nHiding within Liaena's collar as the girl suddenly fell silent, Bella reached up cautiously to bring her camera up to focus on the elf stalking towards them. \n\n-click-\n\n\"Get yourself and Liam back up the corridor now\" \nLiaena hissed in a strangled whisper as her hand crept towards her satchel. Kathlin gave her an odd look as she pulled one of Liaena's arms over her shoulder to try and drag her out of the goop. \"Sure. You can come too\"\n\n\"Go!\"\n\n\"Can I go with them?\" Bella enquired in a nervous high pitched tone as Liaena slid her truesilver blade out of a compartment of the bag. Rithrynn by this point was coming over to investigate, her jaw dropping noticeably as she took in the man before her. \"Sher—\"\n\n\"The game ends here\"\n\n\"Go fuck yourself\"\n\nLiaena spat out as she sliced neatly through both straps on her satchel to free it, twisting her arm around to throw the entire bag through the air to land with a CRASH of breaking glass a few feet in front of Sherpa. There was a moment following where nothing at all seemed to happen, as though everyone there was holding their breath. \n\n-BOOOOOOOOOM-\n\nThe explosion that rippled through the corridor was on par, if not greater than the one that had recently occurred with Smokey, as everything dangerous, acidic, explosive or highly flammable inside Liaena's satchel detonated all at once. Sherpa vanished from view in the blink of an eye as a bright purple ball of fire expanded rapidly to tear into the walls and ceiling of the corridor and sending another volley of broken rock tumbling to the ground to completely block that section of the corridor. The castle groaned audible and the entire reef appeared to tremor slightly under the strain. \n\nFor the Night Elves and humans, the explosion seemed just about to tear into the little group when Kathlin flung out her arms and a shimmering shield manifested around them. It immediately flexed and buckled under the force of the blow, on the verge of disappating, before Liam stepped forward to raise a hand and the gold glow redoubled in strength.\n\n\"You are a moron!\"\n\nBella hissed into Liaena's ear nastily before she also added her strength belatedly to the shield that was protecting the group from the horrendous blast. Liam appeared to be muttering a prayer repeatedly as the fires finally shrank and diminished.\n\nKathlin finally lowered her hand as she stared at the destruction before them. The group were now faced with a corridor yet again piled high with broken rock, the only exit remaining being the one right behind them. \"Wow. You really didn't like him\"",
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] | 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! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "Rae'liel - Not-so-Honored Guest\n\nBeing carried along by a Night Elf that had practically tried to almost kill her a few days prior was something that Rae'liel didn't expect in the least. Each massive, jostling lunge that the behemoth of a half-troll took caused a stabbing pain to run agonizingly through her system, a light grunt of pain behind grit teeth following each one. Especially now that she had no armor to at least pad the majority of the impact. \n\nAt long last, she could feel the morning sun.\n\nCherishing its warmth, the Paladin still remained vastly uncomfortable in the arms of the Night Elf; but at least she could feel something nice for once. \n\nThen as she tried to make herself at least a little less pained, the Night Elf made a comment that denoted the destruction she and her troupe had caused outside. Almost as if sensing that it was her fault, Sharon instantly turned to question the gravely wounded Sin'Dorei if she knew anything of it. Sardonically, a wry and weary grin crept upward on her lips as she looked towards the massively damaged structure. \n\nA literal massive sphere was carved out of the fortress, and a sputtering, stifled laugh still lined with crimson rippled forth from her lips.\n\n\"Through intelligence reports I found out about your...impending infiltration. I knew that you would have issues with facing reinforcements, so some friends and I made a distraction. We attacked with an airdrop using Gyrocopters. One of them that intentionally crashed into the rooftop was carrying a rather large bomb. Hence...what you see now.\" \n\nHer tone saddened however, when she thought of the brave Blood Knights that had made the ultimate sacrifice to do grave damage to Sherpa and his fortress.\n\n\"I am the only survivor...I had almost completely defeated that vile Death Knight before I was struck down. You should have left me to die, I could have bought you more time.\"",
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"text": "Although the expression on the Captain's face had for a moment been one of sympathy as she heard about Rae'liel's loss, however subtle; Serphia's face soon turned into a more serious expression as her eyes shifted back and forth between the large, new crater that had carved out a big chunk of the castle and the very reef itself, and back to the Blood Elf in her arms.\n\n\"You WHAT?\" Serphia suddenly exclaimed as she looked down at the Blood Elf.\n\"You could have blown us to pieces! There was no way for you to know,-\"\n\n\"Who's there?!\"\n\nSuddenly sounded the voice of one a chevalier as a patrol of two White Hand mercenaries had been just passing under the archway. One of them had apparently heard the beginning of Serphia's rant, and was looking towards the corner in which the trio were hiding.\n\nSerphia bit her tongue, her eyes glaring out to her side as she spoke softly to Rae'liel.\n\n\"We will speak of this later... \" She said with a foreboding tone, before the Captain would rise to her feet and rush out from her hiding. The chevaliers reached for their swords when they saw Serphia suddenly emerge from the shadows, but couldn't draw them in time before Serphia had already ran right into the first one! The eight feet tall Night Elf, carrying Rae'liel in her arms, easily ran right over the chevalier who tumbled back and fell into the pavement. The second one drew his sword, but by the time he could swing it, Serphia had already dashed ten feet ahead and was sprinting away!\n\n\"Alarm! Alarm! I found the intruder!\" Shouted the chevalier, but soon lost track of Serphia as the agile Night Elf dashed around a corner and up a set of stairs leading to the walls surrounding the castle.\n\nSeconds passed as Serphia stormed across the battlements. Voices could be heard below, but no White Hand mercenaries could be seen. That was at least until the sound of musket fire filled the air as bullets whizzed past Serphia and Rae'liel as the former sprinted along the walls. Out of the guard tower ahead, a chevalier emerged wielding a halberd. Spotting the incoming pair of elves, he rushed forward to meet them. But as he swung it to strike at Serphia, the Captain jumped to the side and atop the merlons, balancing between the wall and the steep drop below. The halberd swing missed, and before the chevalier could swing again, Serphia had already passed him and jumped back on the wall behind him as she continued running!\n\nIt was not until she reached the south eastern end of the castle that Serphia rushed towards the edge of the wall, where one could gaze out across a gorgeous view of the harbor and the canal separating the reef from the mainland, and more importantly; an extreme drop straight down!\n\nWithout hesitation, or listening to any warnings, complaints or objections from either Rae'liel or Sharon, who could only sense what she was about to do; Serphia dashed forward, jumped onto the merlons, and jumped straight off the wall of Honor's Watch, leaving solid ground behind in favor of a drop more than two hundred feet straight down.\n\n\"You said you had a spell in case I fell.\" Serphia yelled to Sharon who was holding on to her cowl, as the trio began to fall at a steadily increasing velocity down to the smaller reefs and canals below.\n\"I hope you weren't lying, or by the goddess I swear, I'll kill you before we hit the rocks!\"",
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] | "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... " | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "*Bonk*\n\n\"Stupid bird!\" Serphia sneered at the seagull as it plonked off her shoulder and dived in a spiral towards the nearest fishery. It took however a moment for the Night Elven Captain's brain to register that their velocity had changed quite drastically, and that they were no longer floating peacefully towards the ground.\n\n\"Whut? ... \"\n\n...\n\n\"Goddess!\" Serphia exclaimed when she realized that she was again falling, and this time, Sharon had teleported away from them!\n\n\"I knew I couldn't trust that Quel'Dorei!\"\n\n\"Hold on!\" \n\nSerphia called out to Rae'liel as the Night Elf's grip on the Blood Elf tightened, and Serphia braced herself for the inevitable landing! Down below them, Sharon, who might have been lucky enough to escape the fall; soon would notice a shadow growing around him that was rapidly getting bigger. \n\nThe shadow, belonging to no one else but Serphia and Rae'liel as they fell towards the tiny High Elf!\n\nIt was with a heavy crash that the large Night Elf Captain, clinging Rae'liel in her arms, would land right on top of the shrunk High Elf as Serphia landed in the yard with her big butt first! Rae'liel followed with her, the Blood Elf landing in the Captain's lap! Serphia let out a loud gasp as she landed, partly because of the air being knocked right out of her, and partly because of the High Elf mage that just went straight up her butt! Her facial expression grew ever more bizarre as Rae'liel landed on her, and the Captain simply took some empty breaths as she tried to inhale some air.\n\nThere was no trace of the little High Elf, Sharon, who at that point was firmly entrenched within the confinements of Serphia's rear.\n\nAfter a couple of seconds of heavy breathing, Serphia finally regained her breath to the point she could look around. The yard was empty except for them, and the Captain's eyes moved over to Rae'liel who was lying in her lap.\n\n\"Are you okay?\" She asked, the Captain's features looking quite weathered as she was still panting.",
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"text": "\"STOP IT! RITHRYNN, GO BACK!\" Liaena screamed from Rithrynn's arms. The little girl squirmed ineffectually in the Night Elves firm grip, twisting her head around to crane back down the corridor. \"YOU JUST LEFT THEM! THEY WON'T HAVE A CHANCE!\"\n\n*\n\n\"Did…ah…did they just leave us here?\"\n\nLiam gasped as he jogged down the corridor, Alissah bobbing along in the slip stream as he tugged her along after him with one hand.\n\n\"…Yup\"\n\n\"But…they were….here to rescue you!\"\n\n\"I…guess this sort of counts? ….Maybe?\" Kathlin remarked dubiously. A flicker in the torchlight from the wall right behind the priests head made her eyes widen. \"Look out!\"\n\nLiam twisted around, warding off a spectre with a conjured fistful of Light as the creature hissed and backed off a pace – but only a pace. \"They appear to be closing in. Oh dear\"\n\n\"They do, don't they\"\n\n\"You should probably run\" Liam made a valiant attempt at sounding authorative, which failed miserably from the tremor in his voice as he shook the conjured orb at the ghasts. \"Back, vile creatures! ….I'll, ah, hold them off\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Go! Save yourself! I'm saying that I'll stay behind, and fight them!\"\n\nLiam hissed furiously at his companion, the priest having gone bright red in the face as she simply raised her eyebrows back at him. \"…That sounds like a terrible idea\"\n\n\"I—\"\n\n\"I do appreciate the thought though\"\n\n\"HSSSSSSSSSSKKKKKK!\"\n\nScissor arms whirring, the ghost made a lunge for the pair, only to bounce off a hastily conjured shield by Kathlin as she tugged on his sleeve to start dragging him down the corridor in a run again, Alissah bobbing along. \"Cmon, we do need to catch up with Li. Although that's very sweet\"\n\n\"….Sweet\" Liam muttered. The priest was still rather red, although clearly relieved that his heroic last stand had been spurned as he started to leg it after her, with many glances at the corridor behind him. \"Really?\"\n\n\"Oh, was that demeaning?\"\n\n\"….a bit\"\n\n\"Sorry\"\n\n*\n\n\"STOP! NOW! STOP!\" Liaena yelled, battering at Rithrynn with her arms, legs at any part of the Night Elf she could reach. Short of slamming her into the wall repeatedly – which the elf looked as though she was at least considering as a tempting option – there was little that could be done to stop the little girl struggling, not to mention alerting anyone not completely deaf within the castle and possibly the harbour side as well. \"YOU – WILL – NOT – JUST – RUN – OFF! I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE WARRIORS!\"\n\nWith a lot of ineffectual flailing now that the Night Elf was intentionally squeezing her at a very awkward angle, Liaena managed to plant her boot into the Night Elfs upper thigh, tangling her legs with Rithrynns and interrupting the Night Elves stride. As with a stumble, Rithrynn just managed to keep her balance – averting a situation that would doubtless have been very uncomfortable for Liaena as well – Liaena squirmed in her arms to glare up into her face. \"I'll stop it if you go back and GET THEM. You're lieutenant, aren't you!? Get two of them—\" here she stabbed a finger at the other Night Elves \"--to carry them!\"",
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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! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Thanks\" Liaena said tonelessly, while behind her Liam's mouth gaped open wide as a fish, the boy pointing a weak finger at the Night Elf as he tried to summon the capacity to speak. Reaching out with one hand, the girl accepted the miniature human, now coated from head to toe in a mixture of unpleasant bodily fluids, into her palm. \"Dear me, Silva. What a shame about your robes\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"…Go to hell, bitch\" Bella finally snarled as she coughed up some mucus, after a moment where she clearly flounded around for a more original comeback. \"….this….this never happened, Rune\"\n\n\"Language!\" \nLiam said reprovingly, the boy visibly slipping back towards 'Priest Gray' mode as he turned to lead the way towards the Cathedral. Kathlin tagged along next to Liaena, the latter making no attempt to even bother hiding the broad smirk on her face as she carried the tiny Bella along. \"It's not so bad, Bella. According to a thesis I read once, the Night Elves evolved an enlarged rectal cavity due to lack of pockets in their traditional attire. It's a mistake that could happen to anyone\"\n\n\"I do-not-care what your useless thesis said\" Bella growled miserably from inside Liaena's hand. As the group passed through the gate of the cemetery to head through a walled courtyard, the girl squeaked, to huddle into an even smaller ball as they rounded a corner into the main square where there was a greater potential of coming across a late night wanderer. \"Hide me! Please!\"\n\nKathlin gave Liaena's fist an odd look. \"Nooo no no. It wasn't my thesis. I just read it\"\n\n\"Soooo Rithrynn. This visit needs a low profile\" Liaena muttered to Rithrynn, over the plaintive whining of Bella. Glancing up at the large Night Elf as she climbed the marble steps, she shot her companion a look that clearly conveyed her scepticism that anything of the sort would occur. \"Do your sisters understand the concept of 'low'? Because alcohol is banned in the Cathedral\"\n\n\"Wut?\"\n\n\"And parties. And…getting naked in public\" \nLiaena added belatedly with some distaste as she led the way into the vast nave. Kathlin glanced over, to raise her eyebrows slightly at Liaena at this. \"Oh yes. Like that time you burned your robes off Li?\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"Just…try not to cause any trouble\" Liaena grumbled after a pause. Kathlin looked up to smile consolingly at the Night Elf. \n\"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll be fine\"",
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"text": "\"What do you mean with no alcohol?\"\n\"No parties?\"\n\"Naked in public? What weird customs do you have?\"\n\"What place have you brought us to, Rithy?!\"\n\nRithrynn winced at the ceaseless comments and questions from her sisters, grimacing as she turned around to face them as they walked behind herself and her entourage of human shorties.\n\n\"Well, it's a... uhm... place of worship. And as you know, worship in monke,- human lands is sort'a... weird. Nuff' said.\" Rithrynn tried to explain the situation to the best of her ability, fully expecting the small division of her warband to turn around and march straight back to Sharon's mansion at any time!\n\nBut before that could happen...\n\n\"Wow, Rithy... you really did speak the truth, this place is huge!\" Vashi would comment, the Night Elven Magi's head currently being stuck facing upwards to the monumental paintings and great glass windows that hung overhead; risking walking into any and anything in her way!\n\n\"Doh, I'm sure we can conquer a little chamber or two. After all, didn't we just rampage through an entire ape fort like it was nothing, sisters?!\" Aleena would blink as she rubbed her shoulder against the rest of her sisters, before the entire Night Elven group behind them erupted in a giant battle cheer that completely broke any silence that may once have possessed the venerable halls of the cathedral. If nobody had noticed them up till this point, then they certainly had by now!\n\n\"They're just happy they made it out alive.\" Rithrynn was quick to explain, trying to rationalize the behavior of her sisters to Liaena and her human colleagues to the best of her ability. Or perhaps, mainly to her colleagues. After her experience with her, Rithrynn wasn't quite sure how much of an explanation Liaena herself really needed.\n\n\"Soo... \" Rithrynn would approach Liaena, placing an arm over the human's shoulder as she looked down at the black haired girl.\n\"Do you got a place for me and my sisters to crash? ... preferably as far away from any human authority as possible?\" \n\nShe finally asked, with a slightly pleading tone in the latter part of her question.",
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] | "I... hate portals."
Alissah grunted, the woman feeling like her guts had been completely rearranged - as if the Death Knight's work was not enough.
"T-thanks for the help." She would mutter under her breath, biting her teeth as she rose to her feet. But when she looked ahead, it became clear to her that her human escort consisting of Liaena's apprentices had already walked off and was meters ahead of her already.
" ... nevermind."
Clutching her side, she would walk with a slow and careful pace towards the steps of the Cathedral alongside the rest of the party, being careful not to exert herself too much. She hated showing weakness, but she had seen enough brave but stubborn fools ignore injuries and exert themselves unnecessarily until they literally succumbed to relatively minor wounds, some even dying!
But regardless, to walk in the backyard and gardens of the Cathedral, even if it was through the cemetery, was a comforting feeling.
Alissah was no stranger to the pious men and women of the Church of the Light, on both two continents, and the Cathedral was a hub which she had become very familiar to ever since she left the Crusade. Perhaps one of the greatest reasons being because the Church of the Holy Light were one of the few institutions that were able to find a somewhat noble use and pursuit for her unique skillset. And usually more exciting missions than merely investigating a superstitious farmer's well because he heard a weird splashing sound that would turn out to stem from a drowning cat!
But, on another note, the Church's missions were also notably more safe and less suicidal than those wild ideas of Sharon! Fortunately, requests from the High Elf were rather rare.
"I need to resupply. No, wait; medical ward first. I can probably get one of the apprentices to deliver a note of requisition to Brother Marcus while I heal."
But as Alissah was planning her stay at the Cathedral, her thoughts would be suddenly interrupted by a rather surprised gasp from one of the Night Elves!
Alissah would raise her head and gaze towards the gathering of Night Elves from under her large leather hat, just in time to see the Night Elven magi recover two, tiny women from Aleena's rear! Stopping on the spot, Alissah's jaw would drop down as she stared at the scene with amazement. It took a couple of seconds until she recognized Bella, together with...
"My prisoner?!"
"My prisoner... you got her!" Alissah gasped as she looked at Sathrielle, still gobsmacked by the whole thing.
Yet as she raised her hand, barely having mentally recovered from the surprise, Vashi had already decided on which little human it was that she wanted to keep apparently, as the Night Elven Magi would promptly ram her arm - alongside a screaming and utterly terrified Sathrielle - straight back up into Sentinel Aleena's big, purple butt!
Alissah merely stared blankly as her prisoner disappeared back up into Aleena's ass, before shaking her head. With what force Vashi had initiated the push, Alissah began to suspect that Sathrielle had gone beyond any recoverable depth!
"At least I won't have to worry about her going anywhere. I doubt she will be escaping that place anytime soon!"
Alissah began walking, but her eyes remained on Aleena's buttocks up which Sathrielle had 'escaped', at least until the woman finally managed to tear her eyes away and walked alongside the rest of the group.
As they entered the nave of the Cathedral, a place that was mostly deserted so early in the morning, Alissah would walk up next to Liaena and Rithrynn.
"I apologize for interrupting, but I would like to thank you for assisting me and Sharon on this mission. Your creative ability lady Rune, and the skills of you and your battle sisters, Night Elf, were absolutely essential for our success tonight. Regardless of what you might believe, it is clear that you are blessed by the light." Alissah would finally speak as she looked between Liaena and Rithrynn, smiling for the first time, until the woman's eyes landed on the latter.
"But, if possible, I would like to have my prisoner back; the one who is still in your battle sister's butt, the elf with the Runeblade and... head."
Alissah would say, before staring awkwardly down at the human head of the Death Knight that was hanging by Aleena's hips! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Hi Sharon\"\n\"Hi, Shaw!\"\n\n\"By the light... \" Sharon groaned as the High Elf magi rolled around in the palm of Liaena's hand, looking up at the two giant faces now staring happily down at him.\n\n\"For a moment, I thought I'd be stuck in there!\"\n\n\"Thanks for the rescue, girls.\" Sharon finally said, as he staggered back up to his feet. Giving himself a quick sniff and immediately grimacing, he soon reached down into the pockets of his blue robes covering his plate armor to produce a small, spherical crystal ball. Crushing it in his leather glove, it exploded into a million tiny, blue particles that washed over him. It was like getting a shower before immediately being dried, washing away any stain or odor that may have been on his equipment, staff and hair and leaving him as fresh as the moment he had left the mansion!\n\nLooking down at his own figure, now much cleaner and hygienic than the moment before, Sharon smiled to himself and nodded.\n\n\"Sounds like they're having fun without you, the-heh!\"\n\nAt Rithrynn's comment, Sharon threw a quick glance to the side at Serphia's large ass which was still hovering in the air, and the Captain very much awake and lucid. Raising an eyebrow, Sharon's gaze switched between Rithrynn and Lieana, to focus on the latter.\n\n\"How did you convin,-\" He asked, before lowering his voice, almost whispering as he held a hand up next to his mouth.\n\n\" ... how did you girls get permission to save me?\"\n\n----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe moment the Bloodsworn Runeblade fell into Priestess Thea's hands, she could immediately feel a violent pulse suddenly emanate from the blade to race through her arms and into her body!\n\nIt was a powerful sensation that seemed to flow from the Runeblade as she held it, stirring emotions long left cold. It was as if her body began to function in defiance of her brain, giving way to a strong mix of both excitement and anger as her heart rate suddenly increased and the blood began to flow more rapidly through her veins.\n\nA bitter taste would appear in the back of her mouth, combined with a taste of iron; reminiscent to that of old blood.\n\nThousands of almost microscopic rivers of blood began to appear in the palm of her hands holding the Runeblade, as blood was escaping through the pores of her skin; drawn towards the ice cold steel of the blade as if pulled by an invisible force. As the small drops of blood coalesced into the very metal of the blade, the previously dim runes along the Runeblade began to glow in a haunting red light!\n\nIt was an exhilarating feeling that filled Thea, making her feel as if she was once again in the prime of her age! Youthful vigor coursed through her body from the blade, and a faint rage began to light like smoldering charcoal inside of her chest, inspiring violent intent. \n\nWhen she looked at the blade in her hands, a faint, almost inaudible whisper began to haunt her mind, appearing to emanate from the blade itself. It spoke in a mystic and seemingly unintelligible language, completely alien to this world! Yet for some strange reason, it was as though she was granted a perfect, intuitive understanding of what the blade said. Despite not being able to comprehend a single word; the meaning was clear!\n\nIt invited her to grip harder around the black wooden handle of the Runeblade; now warm to the touch; and swing it!",
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"text": "\"We uh…came to an agreement\" Liaena said evasively in response to the High Elf's question. Serphia did not appear to be paying much attention to the three, far more preoccupied as she was with Falere as the girl gave him an apologetic look. \"You'll have to stay small for a while, I'm afraid. I blew up the antidote\"\n\n\"By the Light!\" Damon cursed as the horrible decayed head of the now very much ex-Death Knight was flung at him with hardly a word of warning. Juggling the slightly squishy, soggy object between both gauntlets, he finally managed to get a grip and prevent it falling to the floor as he gave Aleena a dark glare. \"Very funny, Keldorei\"\n\n\"Priestess Thea?\" Kathlin enquired in a tone of concern as she studied the priestess' back that had suddenly gone rigid. The only thing moving about her was her right hand, as fingers curled around the handle \"Are you feeling alright?\"\n\n\"Oooh, and I want an inscription on it too! Maybe….hmmm….. 'Slayer of the Degenerate'?\"\n\n\"Sounds lame\" \nLithrielle remarked with a giggle. Aleena shot her a dirty look. \"Shut up, it's awesome. And I want it written in silver. None of that etched rubbish. Put it on the list, human\"\n\n\"Priestess….\"\n\n\"Oh, is there going to be a parade? Maybe in her honour!\"\n\n\"Would you all just SHUT UP!\" \nThea screamed at the top of her voice. Kathlin balked, taking a step back. Damon swivelled towards her in shock and Aleena gave her an affronted look. \"What?\"\n\n\"Get away from me, Fool\" The priestess cursed. Veins were standing out all over the woman's face, and her tense body was shaking from the strain. The hand that was holding the runeblade was clenched into a battle position, irrespective of the fact that the giant blade was by rights far too heavy for her. \n\n\"Make me!\"\n\n\"….Really not helping right now!\" \nKathlin said nervously. The girl took one step towards the priestess, a move that was immediately forestalled by Damon's heavy armour plated hand landing on her shoulder. \"Drop the blade, Thea\"\n\n\"Do – not – tell – me…back off. NOW\" Thea groaned. Lines of blood were visibly seeping from her pores, to soak into the runeblade that was glowing increasingly brightly by the moment as Damon circled her slowly. \"I will teach you incompetent morons a – AGHHH!\"\n\nDamon had lashed out, knife in his hand suddenly glowing with golden light as he slashed at the priestess's hand. Fingers springing open, the runeblade clattered to the floor as Thea crumpled to her knees with a cry of pain. Kathlin dived down to come to her aid as Damon slammed the tip of his armoured boot into the hilt of the blade, sending it spinning off into a corner to come to rest their innocently. \n\n\"So yeah. We're staying at the Cathedral for a while until some of the storm blows over. Thea's giving us a hand with Serphia's PR….\" Liaena said cheerfully as she pushed the door open into the room, Sharon now riding on her shoulder. The girl paused, to stare in surprise at the sight before her; Thea on the ground, Kathlin assisting her, Damon sheathing a knife with a grim expression and Aleena and Lithrielle with twin 'WTF' looks on her face. \"….what did we miss?\"",
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"text": "\"I blew up the antidote\"\n\n\"Among other things... \" Rithrynn said with a slight smirk as she hovered over Liaena's head, staring down at the tiny High Elf. As Liaena left the room with Sharon sitting on her shoulder, Rithrynn would pause mid-step to glance back over her shoulder at Serphia.\n\n\"Is there anything else you might need, mistress?\"\n\nThe Sentinel would inquire as she stared back at her Captain which was spread all over the bed. Serphia muttered something, but it was all turned into gibberish and twisted into a delightful moan as the Captain suddenly arched her back and reared her big butt into the air! Presumably because the berserking Falere just went on a great dive deep into the depths of the Captain's lustful rear.\n\nSmirking, Rithrynn moved over to the door, holding onto the doorway before smiling back at her Captain.\n\n\"I'll leave you two then... \" Rithrynn nodded with a wicked smile, before pausing to think.\n\" ... or, three.\"\n\nShe had almost forgotten about Shani! Yet as she looked at her Captain's big butt, Rithrynn suspected that she might be even deeper than Falere. It was doubtful she would ever see her again in a long, LONG time!\n\nClosing the door shut behind her, Rithrynn would then move on to the next room where the rest of the group was. But she would be surprised when she arrived in the doorway, towering over Liaena, and finally seeing the bizarre scene inside the room!\n\n\"….what did we miss?\"\n\n\"She.... uh... \" Lithrielle would be the first of the two elves in the room to finally speak, the both of them having previously been without word to describe the event, assuming that they had even understood what had happened in the first place.\n\"The old human went sort of crazy with the sword! I think Ali set her off with all her crazy demands!\"\n\nLithrielle explained, still hanging on to Aleena as if she had no idea of what else to do!\n\n\" ... I did no such thing!\" Aleena suddenly protested, glaring back at Lithrielle. \n\"My demands were obviously completely reasonable! It's not like I asked for half the kingdom or something like that for slaying the evil knight!\"",
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] | "I blew up the antidote"
"Among other things... "
"The fact that you all got out of that castle with your lives intact is still more important." Sharon argued, partly in defense of Liaena. He had worried before the attack on Honor's Watch. Infiltrating a heavily fortified fortress situated at the top of a frighteningly tall reef, and surrounded by lethal cliffs on all sides with no direct connection to the mainland had been risky to say the least.
That it had gone so well was nothing short of a miracle!
"When it comes to Public Appearance, I do believe our dear friend, Serphia, might need all the help she can get. She may very well be a great warrior, or a demon in bed, yet when it comes to diplomacy, she may leave us wanting... " Sharon reasoned, before suddenly passing a look over to Rithrynn.
"No offense, Rithrynn."
Yet as they approached the room, Liaena and Rithrynn's surprise would not be much greater than that of his own. First looking at Thea's bleeding hand, then to the paladin's dagger, Sharon sent them all a confused look.
"What in the light's name is... " He would soon ask, yet stop in the middle of his sentence when his eyes suddenly spotted a peculiar object lying in the corner of the room; a bloodsworn Runeblade; the unholy runes etched into the blade still glowing brightly with a haunting red light!
" ... what is a Runeblade doing in the Cathedral?!" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"….What is a runeblade doing in the Cathedral?!\"\n\n\"Because that stupid girl brought it in!!\" Damon exploded, stabbing an accusing finger at Aleena. The elf looked obviously very uppity at that, in response to the obviously unwarranted and untrue accusations of stupidity. \"What were you thinking, carrying it around like that!? You could have destroyed one of our own!\"\n\n\"I'm fine…\" Thea muttered belatedly, voice tight with pain where she sat in a heap in the floor. Notwithstanding recent events and the fact that her hand now had a deep gash under the thumb that Kathlin was now poking at, the priestess' voice was weak but steady as she raised her eyes to meet Damon's. \"Go and get help for this, Damon. Tell them to bring gloves, and holy water. Lots of it\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\nNodding gravely after a pause where he gave Aleena one final dirty look, Damon bowed his head to the priestess before backing out of the room. A few brisk paces, followed by running feet could be heard as the paladin rapidly made his escape from the situation. \n\n\"……Soooo…..\" Liaena remarked finally, after a silence that nobody else seemed willing to break. \"what did I miss? Kitty?\"\n\n\"The runeblade activated\" Kathlin remarked matter-of-factly where she wound a bandage around Thea's fingers. \"I….uh, think\"\n\nThat priestess shot her a look. \"….Quite\"\n\nDrawing a shaky breath, Thea looked around the room slowly, before her gaze settled on Liaena. \"Who is that, Rune?\"\n\n\"Oh….uh. Sharon, this is Priestess Thea. General Hardass\" Liaena whispered the last sentence under her breath, before raising her voice to the room together. \"Priestess Thea, this is Sharon Del'dieb—\"\n\n\"Your boyfriend. Obviously\" Thea observed coldly to the room at large, before looking back at Sharon again. \"Dare I ask – how are you involved in this? And why have you been shrunk?\"",
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"text": "\"And why have you been shrunk?\"\n\n\"That... \" Sharon spoke, before hesitating for a moment as he looked at Thea.\n\" ... is a long story.\"\n\nIndeed, the older Priestess seemed more than eager to put the attention on someone else after her little incident with the Runeblade, something which was quite understandable. \n\n\"So this is the woman Liaena has been complaining about.\"\n\n\"I partook in the raid on Honor's Watch. The capture of your apprentice, Kathlin, was partly the result of a personal feud of mine. I therefore brought together allies, including the Night Elves that you have met already, to create a force that could penetrate the keep and save her.\"\n\nSharon explained in his usual calm manner, motioning towards Kathlin as he spoke of the captured apprentice. \n\n\"As for my current... stature, it was simply convenient at the time of the infiltration.\" Sharon reasoned, nodding his head as he left out the bit where Liaena had blown up her potion supply, including the antitode!\n\"I am not much of a climber. And as you probably know, the keep is located atop of a tall reef. Fortunately, it was no problem for our Kaldorei friends to scale those walls.\" \n\nSharon motioned towards Aleena and Lithrielle, as well as Rithrynn.\n\n\"Without their help, I doubt we would have been able to save your apprentice before my brother could complete his ritual.\"\n\nAt that time, Sharon felt that any PR capital he could give the Night Elves would be a good thing, as he had a lingering suspicion they would waste it on first occasion! After all, the longer he could keep them from being chased out of the city with torches and pitchforks, the better he would fare against his brother, who after all had his own private army!\n\nThey may have succeeded in their raid on Honor's Keep, but it mattered little if they lost the battle for the public opinion!",
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"text": "\"This stupid girl could kick your ass! As if you'd last five seconds against that Death Knight!\" Aleena yelled grumpily after Damon as the Paladin made his escape from the room, waving her fist and almost threatening to step after him if it hadn't been for the fact that Lithrielle hung to her like a proverbial anchor!\n\n\"Don't be so angry, Ali. He's surely just jealous!\" Lithrielle whispered into Aleena's ear as she hugged the fuming Sentinel harder around her chest from behind.\n\nBack in the doorway however, Rithrynn would soon nod with her head at Sharon's mention of her and her sisters' part in the rescue operation, quickly stepping next to Liaena whilst pointing at Sharon with the back of her thumb.\n\n\"Yup! He organized it. We ran it. And it went flawlessly!\" Rithrynn exclaimed enthusiastically, trying her best to thaw Thea's ice cold expression with her own beamy smile!\n\n\"And it's true what he says about the size thingy! It's soo much more easier to handle him when he is small like that. Rather than having to carry him on your back, we could easily fit him in a pocket or,-\"\n\n\"Does your uniform even have pockets, Ri?\" \n\nRithrynn froze for a moment in her wild babble at the sudden comment from Liaena standing behind her. Gaining a rather awkward as well as annoyed expression, Rithrynn would snap her head around to give Liaena a clear 'shut-it!' expression, before turning back to Thea and continued smiling.\n\n\" ... so, like I said: Much easier to handle! Li is so gifted with potions, and they are quite useful! Even if they do have an awkward tendency of exploding... \"\n\nWhile Rithrynn was trying to impress Thea however, to whatever greater or lesser extent she might actually succeed; though probably much the latter; Lithrielle was gently patting Aleena's hair while trying to calm her down.\n\n\"There there, I'm sure they'll appreciate your effort. They were just a little bit scared by the nasty blade, that's all. And... ohh!\" Lithrielle would suddenly pause when she noticed a small object on the floor next to them, having fallen from Thea when she had fallen under the Runeblade's curse. The small object in particular turned out to be a tiny, miniature human priestess; none other than Bella!\n\nLeaning down while still holding onto Aleena, Lithrielle would pick up Bella, receiving quite a few tiny shrieks and complaints as she stood back up and continued to hug Aleena from behind.\n\n\"Look what I found, Ali! Your old friend!\" Lithrielle said with a cheerful voice while dangling the tiny priestess next to Aleena's grumpy face, trying to brighten the mood of her girlfriend after it had been promptly ruined by Paladin Damon's complete inability to appreciate her obvious triumph and superiority! Though it was no easy task as Aleena continued to ignore her, the Sentinel's gaze locked onto the doorway where Damon had exited! \n\n\"Hmmm, maybe if I... \" Lithrielle chewed on her lips with a thoughtful expression, glancing over at Bella.",
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"text": "\"Hey, put me down. PUT ME DOWN!\" Bella demanded furiously as she swung gently from between Lithrielle's finger. The miniature human pointed an imperious finger at the Night Elf, but could help but quail as she cast a glance at the floor far below her. \"…On the table, or something!\"\n\n\"I've never found a use for them myself. Then again, I've rarely engaged in Guerra warfare\" Thea responded softly to Rithrynn's comment. The priestess cast a glance at the door. \"Is your leader not coming?\"\n\n\"She's….uh, busy\" Liaena responded after a pause. The girl could not help but give a small smirk as she thought about exactly what the Captain was doing. \"With other engagements\"\n\n\"Good\"\n\n\"….Priestess? Priestess Thea!?\" Bella squeaked over from Lithrielle's grasp. Having failed to cheer Aleena up with her words, Lithrielle was now trying more physical methods. As it would obviously not do at all to be wasting a hand in this venture, the human was now being rubbed around Aleena's shoulders and upper back as Lithrielle stroked her consolingly. \"Um, help!?\"\n\n\"…Very well then. Keldorei, please stop molesting my apprentice. Apprentice Lennox, get me a chair, would you?\" Thea pronounced as she clambered up from the floor. Kathlin immediately scooted off to right the one on the floor as she looked at Liaena. \"Apprentice Rune, fix this shrinking problem\"\n\n\"No antidote\"\n\n\"…Just as well then we have a laboratory designed to create antidotes. As opposed to the poisons you usually indulge in\" Thea responded acidly as she sat down. \"Just so we are clear: If Apprentice Silva is mislaid as a result of this, I will expect you to do her chores for her\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"Awww, common AllizzzzzZZZZzzzzz\"\n\nLithrielles commiserating words turned into a snore right in the middle as she suddenly sunk to the floor. Bella gave a squeal of fear that immediately became muffled as the elf landed, with her continuing complaints continuing from under the Night Elf. \"Aw cmon! Get me out of here! This elf smells of wet dog!\"\n\nLiaena meanwhile, gave the room a 'what'? look before hastily stowing her dart gun away. \"What? I said I ran out of antidote. And I was carrying it loaded\"\n\nThe priestess caught sight of the look on Thea's face, before assuming a much more contrite expression. \"…I'll just go, and get that antidote then\"\n\n\"Yes. However….Mr. Dal'dieb, I would like to discuss the fallout of the raid as it were, at some point.\" Thea said, giving that individual a slight nod of the head. \n\"It could wait until later of course if you want to accompany Rune, but time is of the essence\"",
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] | As Liaena stowed away her dart gun, Sharon let out a low groan at the strange looks they were receiving from the rest of the room.
Fortunately, the slumbering Lithrielle did a good job in attracting a fair bit of viewers herself. The tiny Bella she had been holding earlier was nowhere to be seen, lost as she was somewhere under the large, purple Night Elf now laid out across the floor.
"I am still not sure which woman Liaena holds the least affection for... Thea or Bella?"
"It could wait until later of course if you want to accompany Rune, but time is of the essence"
"I do believe I'll be quite available." Sharon would be quick to reply, bowing in return to Thea. Turning to look at Liaena, he gave her a smile and a small nod.
"Long have I admired the hospitality of the church, Priestess Thea, and your welcome only honors that tradition of generosity. Sharing my side of the story is the least I can do in return."
From the time he had known Liaena, he knew that her laboratory sessions tended to be mostly a one-woman venture. Though he carefully respected her skills as an alchemist, and despite his own record of dangerous adventures, Sharon had found it difficult to muster the courage to be in any laboratory of Liaena's for any length of time. Bandits and beasts were somewhat predictable. As was his Death Knight brother to some degree. But Liaena's potions... light only knew when they might blow up!
"Go ahead with the alchemy, Liaena. I will ensure to have a proper meal ready for when you return." Sharon said as he looked over at Liaena, before the smaller High Elf would lean over, giving her a gentle kiss before whispering.
"A proper meal, not church rations."
The church might be many things. A place of worship. A sanctity of safety. A temple of tranquility. A rescuer of the soul... but was there one thing Sharon had learned, then rescuing a proper steak from being overcooked or from high-quality meat being wasted in a cheap soup was not among their many virtues! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Take care, Liaena.\" Sharon gave Liaena a nod as the girl let the room, the High Elf watching her until she had disappeared out into the hallway.\n\nAs the door was closed behind her, only Thea and Rithrynn would be left in the room together with him. Taking a quick glance over towards the towering Night Elf Sentinel to make sure she was not about to 'accidentally' use the side-table he was standing on as a makeshift chair for the meeting, Sharon's eyes would finally rest on Thea.\n\n\"The White Hand has the initiative in this matter. Anything we say and do will inevitable clash with their own claims.\" Sharon began, walking over to the newspaper, which was absolutely massive compared to the little High Elf.\n\n\"At least I won't be missing the small print from this angle!\"\n\n\"There are pictures in this print, yet they feature only Blood Elves.\" Sharon would note, pointing at the images of some of the deceased Blood Knights.\n\n\"While the White Hand may prove the involvement of the Blood Elves, seeing as they have their bodies in their possession, none of Serphia's own Night Elven band of warriors died or were captured in the attack. Most of footprints they left behind were arrowheads or broken weapon pieces at best, most of which is available in market stalls around Stormwind anyway. The White Hand may know that we attacked, but they lack strong evidence beyond eyewitnesses; all of whom are with the White Hand and thus biased. I do not believe any civilians nor members of the Stormwind's Royal Guard saw the Night Elves, either when they entered or fled the keep.\"\n\nRubbing his cheek with the back of his finger as he studied the text, Sharon nodded to himself as he was seemingly deep within his own thoughts.\n\n\"They can prove the Blood Elves involvement, but not the involvement of the Night Elves. I doubt the White Hand will seek to turn this into a racial conflict, as Captain Serphia and her warband are not the only Night Elves in Stormwind either. We have an embassy, and at least couple of hundred Night Elves who live in Stormwind, even though their presence was somewhat reduced with the destruction of the garden district. Many of the citizens have seen Serphia and her warband, and she has caused the city a fair bit of distraught, yet I doubt there's more than a few who actually know about her character. If the White Hand wants to use public opinion against Serphia and her elves, they will first have to introduce her to the public. A process which will take time. It may be best that she leaves the Cathedral. The sanctuary of the church may offer protection, but it will also draw attention to them.\"\n\nThe High Elf reasoned, before looking up at Thea and Rithrynn.\n\n\"We have some evidence in the form of pictures taken by Apprentice Kathlin and the Runeblade, but that will most likely only be enough to gain an investigation, which alone is not enough to fell the White Hand. To do so, we must dig deeper; down to that which truly makes the White Hand, their assets. Honor's Watch is their headquarters, but most of their operations are run far out in the sea. I am starting to suspect that the answers we seek may not be in Stormwind at all.\"\n\nSharon knew that the White Hand was a maritime protection service with strong ties to other maritime trading and production companies that operated far from the borders of the Kingdom of Stormwind. The White Hand's massive rise could never be explained by simply investigating them at home, what with most of their business being far away from the watchful eyes of the Throne.\n\nPart of Sharon shuddered to think what kind of sorts of secrets might lie behind the White Hand, knowing what he did of his brother's dark past, but he knew that they would eventually have to face them if they ever wished to understand the White Hand.",
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"text": "\"It does not help that your retinue is so strikingly unlikeable,\"\n\n\"It's not our fault that the citizens of this city are so strikingly culturally intolerant!\" Rithrynn was quick to respond, placing an hand on her chest as her eyes narrowed on Thea.\n\"I'm sorry we prevented the assassination of Li and her boyfriend, infiltrated an evil organization and crashed a dark ritual intended to sacrifice one of your own apprentices! People normally tend to appreciate that kind of stuff but this town... \"\n\nRithrynn rolled her eyes, shrugging her shoulders while throwing her hands back and letting them rest by her sides.\n\n\" ... I guess it's a special place!\"\n\nFortunately for the diplomatic relations between Thea and Rithrynn, no further words were said as the tiny High Elf managed to become the center of attention with his long monologue about evidence, counter-evidence, the White Hand's true guise, or false?\n\nWhatever he had said, he lost Rithrynn before halfway into his long speech, the Night Elf only perking up at the last part.\n\n\"Wait... you're saying we're gonna take a boat ride?!\"\n\nBut while the conversation was going on inside of the room, on the outside, Aleena had stopped as she had been interrupted by Kathlin intent on searching Lithrielle's minimalistic uniform.\n\nAleena's eyes kept growing bigger and bigger as she watched Kathlin search through the sleeping sentinel's black satin belt, the Sentinel raising a brow high into the air as she stood behind the persistent little human apprentice who seemed as obsessed with the sleeping Lithrielle as a dog who had caught the scent of an old sweetroll in the pocket of a jacket!\n\n\"What... are you doing?\" \n\nAleena asked, a growing 'WTF' look appearing on the Sentinel's face as Kathlin moved her hands down to Aleena's crotch and tried to get into her metal thong which almost functioned like an impregnable fortress in its own right as far as Kathlin's invasive search was concerned.\n\nLithrielle in the meanwhile seemed quite happy in her sleep, even wriggling and giggling happily; but whether that was due to Bella or Kathlin was for the moment unknown.",
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"text": "\"An investigation may not be sufficient, but it's a necessary first step\" Thea noted, looking over at the Runeblade abandoned in the corner of the room. \"This 'White Hand' will find great difficulty maintaining clients in this city if they are under suspicion for harbouring cultists. Those photographs will be invaluable, and Apprentice Lennox will need to give evidence of course…\"\n\nThe priestess' eyes strayed back to Sharon. \"…meaning hiding the Night Elves involvement will be almost impossible, I'm afraid\"\n\nObserving the look of dismay on the High Elfs face, the priestess raised a finger to interrupt as he opened his mouth to complain. \"I am sorry Mr. Dal'dieb, but a full investigation was inevitable the moment your retinue brought an unbound rune blade into this Cathedral. This is not something we can overlook, and the church is not in the habit of concealing evidence. Once the matter is taken to the city guard I rather doubt anything can be concealed from the papers, and so your retinue will in all likelihood have the choice of: leaving the city, or becoming its celebrities\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Of course if they do stay, their behaviour will have a substantial impact on the reputation of the case\"\n\nThea let out a small sigh, before finally looking at the last Night Elf, Rithrynn, who remained in the room. \"Don't misunderstand me Miss Syndial, I am extremely grateful for your assistance in returning my apprentice. If it were up to me, you would be heroes of the city\"\n\n*\n\n\"Don't worry, I've studied anatomy. I won't damage anything\" Kathlin reassured Aleena as she continued to root around in Lithrielles loincloth. Thankfully, her efforts were soon rewarded as her hand came out with a very, very dishevelled and sweaty Bella. \"Are you alright, Bella\"\n\nGasping for breath, Bella stared into the near distance with a distinctly vacant expression on her face. \"….I've seen things.\"\n\n\"Ah. Well. You've seen it before\" Kathlin said, with a poor attempt at sounding consolidatory. It did very little to comfort the little human, who craned around to give her a death glare.\n\"This never happened. Never. Have you got that?\"\n\nKathlin opened her mouth to stay something, before aborting it to stare up the corridor as the sound of thudding footsteps entered her awareness. Moments later, three Paladins rounded the corner with two Priests chasing along behind, Paladin Damon in the middle and leading. \"Move aside! Go upstairs, Apprentice. This isn't a good place for you\"\n\n*\n\nIn the room where Thea and Sharon sat, the quiet was abruptly ended as the door slammed open and Damon and his retinue stormed into the room. Two of the paladins and one priest immediately headed over into the corner to start examining the runeblade, Damon and the other priest approaching the table where Sharon stood and Thea sat. \"Priestess Thea. You should come with us. The Bishop will need a report of what has happened\"\n\n\"You should probably have a check-up too, Thea\" the priest chipped in at this. He was a middle aged, kindly looking man that smiled down at the priestess, while giving Sharon a brief confused look. \"Paladin Damon told us you were taken ill. And is there anything we can do for your…uh…friend?\"",
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] | While listening to priestess Thea, Sharon bit the lower section of his lips when he heard her preach about the openness of the church.
Although it had been something he might have suspected, it was nonetheless regrettable. Still, if it was any kind of mental comfort, any problem Sharon might have with the Night Elves would probably pale in comparison to the damage control his brother was currently doing for the reputation of his organization.
"Blows were shared, yet I think we came on top this round."
Sharon's ears would suddenly twitch however as the sound of heavy, plated boots of the Paladin stomping along the solid rock floor echoed throughout the corridor outside the room, the elf quickly looking over to Thea.
"I appreciate your assistance in this matter, Priestess Thea." Sharon would perform a slight bow towards Thea.
"Rithrynn and her sisters may not be... as used to the norms of our city, yet they nonetheless possess ultimately noble intentions, even if it might not always seem that way."
As the door swung open and the Priests and the Paladins flooded into the room, Sharon would watch them. At the comment of one of the priests, the High Elf would shake his head.
"I thank you for your offer, but I am in the best of hands." Sharon would respectfully deny the middle aged priest's offer, shaking his head.
"Your apprentice Rune is already on her way to solve any of my volumetric concerns, I'll be fine; thank you."
Sharon spoke with a calm tone as the tiny High Elf casually walked alongside the bed table, noticing how the priest's eyes became noticeable wider at the mention of 'Apprentice Rune' and 'solving' anything. Yet his eyes would expand only further as the High Elf walked towards the edge, stepping off it; and before the priest could even reach a hand out to catch the High Elf from plummeting to the ground; Sharon would have disappeared in a puff of blue, mystical mist.
Reappearing shortly afterwards, Sharon would suddenly appear on Rithrynn's right shoulder, where he would be standing and looking out across the rest of the room from the tall Sentinel's point of view.
It may just be Rithrynn's shoulder, but even still; in terms of the view; it was a big improvement from the bed table!
"There may be boats, Rithrynn." Sharon would speak without warning, leaning towards Rithrynn's face as the Night Elf had just recently noticed his new whereabouts. The priest on the other hand was still bedazzled by the bed table where Sharon had once stood.
"The ocean is a big place, and we can't just go sailing off without having some sort of lead. Still, first things first, we should probably see to it that your sisters are reunited back at my house. I would hate for them to launch a raid ala V.2 on the castle, believing we were captured." | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"It should be around here somewhere….\"\n\n\"It's on the other side of the Cathedral actually\" Kathlin piped up helpfully from underneath Serphia's elbow. \n\nThe girl, absolutely dwarfed in comparison to the big Serphia, was bobbing along to keep pace with the group as she smiled at Rithrynn. \"It used to be down here, but somebody flooded the crypt with swamp gas. So it got moved. Can I help you at all?\"\n\n\"Er…yes. Where is it then?\"\n\nSerphia cast a look downward with a snort, before ploughing resolutely onward. \"It's almost like you attract them, Syn'dial. Mark my words, I'm only letting you keep one\"\n\n\"In one of the outbuildings. I can take a message if you're leaving? You are leaving, aren't you?\" Kathlin asked curiously as they walked onward. \"Because, uh, I'm sure you know….you're going the wrong way if you're leaving\"\n\nSerphia paused in the stone corridor at that, to give the passages and doors around them a nasty glare, before looking down to give Kathlin an even nastier looming glare. The girl bore it with considerable fortitude, only shrinking slightly under her gaze as she smiled back. \"I do understand. It is a maze down here\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"Soooo…I could show you the way out if you wanted?\" Kathlin suggested weakly, after the silence stretched a bit too long. The girl jerked a thumb over her shoulder. \"There's uh, the main entrance but you'll probably be stopped for questioning if you go that way. Paladin Damon looked very angry. Or I guess I could show you the back door but it might be a bit, uh….\"\n\nThe girl's eyes very obviously strayed over Serphia's rear end at this, with a very thoughtful pause before she spoke again. \"Tight\"",
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"text": "\"I apologize for appearing without a warning. I just think that our time in this room is becoming well overdue.\" Sharon replied to Rithrynn's comment.\n\nCome to think of it, sneaking up on Rithrynn could be a bad policy of behavior, especially when he was in his current, much diminished volumetric state. The idea of being swatted across the room and into a wall like a fly crossed Sharon's mind, something that would have been a most unfortunate; not to mention discomfortable; turn of events for him indeed. And that was only one of the possible scenarios. \n\nTeleporting below her arm height might reduce the off-chance of accidental swatting, though would probably increase the chance of being sat on, which tended to be even worse!\n\n\"Only for emergencies then, I guess.\"\n\n\"But we should probably get back... \"\n\n\"My thoughts exactly, Rithrynn. Liaena is probably waiting for me already. I would not want to,- ... !\" \n\nAs he turned his head around to look forward to see where Rithrynn was walking, Sharon was no less surprised than Rithrynn when he found himself staring right into Serphia's deep, purple cleavage moments before imminent disaster!\n\n\"Rith,-\"\n\nSharon opened his mouth to yell, but before he could even utter Rithrynn's name; the Night Elf would already collide right into her Captain! The tiny High Elf found himself thrown from his position on Rithrynn's shoulder, and launched right down in between Serphia's cleavage! Buried well down between the two big pounds of flesh that was Serphia's bosom, and constrained by a ridiculously tight metal reinforced bra, Sharon would squirm around in an initial confusion before he realized where he actually was!\n\n\"Rithrynn!\"\n\nPoking around, Sharon was unsure whether Rithrynn even knew where he had landed. On the other hand, a mixed set of sensations ran through Sharon's mind about his current whereabouts. Ideally, it would be a place he wouldn't normally mind being in. But considering the person who owned his current set of whereabouts, he found himself unable to determine on which side of the luck coin he was on.\n\n\"I better get out of here before we reach Liaena!\"\n\nSharon began to wriggle, trying to escape his new and tight quarters. Coming up with an excuse as to why he had been stuck in Serphia's butt was infinitely easier than coming up for one for being stuck between her breasts!",
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"text": "\"It used to be down here, but somebody flooded the crypt with swamp gas. So it got moved.\"\n\n\"Heh, we all probably know who that was.\" Rithrynn would mutter quietly to Sharon, leaning her head over towards her shoulder.\n\"Don't we, Shaw?\" \n\n\" ... \"\n\n\"Shaw?\"\n\nRithrynn finally turned her head away from Kathlin and Serphia to look towards her shoulder where she had last seen the High Elf, only to notice; he was gone!\n\n\"WHAT?! Where did he go!?\"\n\nEyes widening, Rithrynn's eyes scanned her ornate shoulderplate for any clues of the now mysteriously vanished little High Elf. Turning around, she would look back through the corridor which they had walked through, but even her trained, superior elven eyes with their natural night vision couldn't see the little elf anywhere in the corridor.\n\n\"He was on my shoulders just moments ago!\"\n\nTurning her attention towards herself and looking across her sentinel uniform, Rithrynn began to move her fingers through her hair, beneath her shoulderplate, glancing down into her cleavage and running her hands down across her body as she patted frantically for any bulge that could indicate a stuck little elfie!\n\n\" ... but it might be a bit, uh….Tight\"\n\n\"It matters not. Take me this rear entrance!\" Serphia said, extending her arm and motioning for Kathlin to lead on, before her eyes suddenly narrowed down on the smaller human priestess.\n\" ... and what is that supposed to mean?\"\n\nFortunately however, before the Captain could make any assumptions about the priestess own assumed assumptions about the former's assets, Serphia's eyes would be drawn towards Rithrynn, who was patting herself as though she was trying to put out some invisible fire!\n\n\"Syn'dial? What's wrong?\"\n\n\"Oh! Nothing!\" Rithrynn immediately reacted, standing up straight as if everything was alright, before slowly leaning her head as she looked aside.\n\"Erhm, well... I sorta lost the tiny High Elf... kind'a... \"\n\n\"Can you do nothing... huh?\" Resting her hands on her powerful hips, Serphia was about to exclaim, when suddenly she noticed a tingling sensation between her breasts. Raising a brow with a perplexed look on her face, the Captain would dig into her own cleavage to unearth a disheveled tiny High Elf.\n\n\"Oh, mistress, you found him!\" Rithrynn exclaimed cheerfully, whilst taking a careful step towards her Captain.\n\n\"I should've known he was there!\"\n\nSerphia, on the other hand, did not say a word at first. The Captain merely stared at the High Elf dangling in front of her face with two big, glowing silvery eyes.\n\n\"This... is the second time you've ended up close to me, Quel'Dorei. Are you sure you are really into humans, and not Keldorei?\" Serphia suddenly asked, a mischievous grin appearing on her face. At this point, Rithrynn was desperately holding out her hand to the Captain, eventually succeeding in gaining her notice.\n\"Maybe try asking next time.\"\n\nDropping Sharon into Rithrynn's hand, Serphia turned her attention around to motion at some of the passing Night Elves in the corridor to form up behind them before finally looking back to Kathlin.\n\n\"Lead the way then, human. I have already infiltrated a high security fort tonight, and so highly doubt you could ever come up with any challenge I can't overcome.\"",
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"text": "\"Lead the way then, human. I have already infiltrated a high security fort tonight, and so highly doubt you could ever come up with any challenge I can't overcome.\"\n\n\"Hmm? Oh, I probably could\" Kathlin responded absently as they wandered down the corridor together. The girl appeared to have taken the incident between Sharon, Serphia and Rithrynn entirely in her stride, as though miniature High Elves got lodged in the bust of Night Elves every day where she came from. \n\nApparently oblivious to any ire she may have sparked in the Captain with her remark, Kathlin turned to Rithrynn with the distinct air of a tour guide. \"It's really quite, uh, impressive the architecture down here. The crypts below the cathedral are quite extensive….records show that consecutive arch-bishops all decided to expand them, until the Cathedral underwent subsidence and they had to stop\"\n\nAs the girl talked the corridor seemed to open out in front of them, as the group walked through an archway into a high roofed vault. It was unlit, with the only light cast being from the lantern that Kathlin carried. From the light it cast, the place appeared to be being used as a little-used store-room of some sort, with extremely dusty crates stacked up the walls on both sides. \"There's lots of stories about secret passages down here going to different parts of the city. You know, in case the Cathedral was attacked. It never was of course\" Kathlin added in a confidential tone as she turned a corner to walk into a side room. \"It's terribly easy to get lost down here though, so it's out of bounds to apprentices. So, Li and I came down here once, and uh….got lost\"\n\nThe room she had led them appeared to be for all intents and purposes a dead end, again lined with crates and boxes. There was however a distinctly musky smell in the air of this room, almost of damp. \n\nKathlin walked forward to grab onto one of the larger crates, a vast wooden one sitting against the wall on the far side. Large it might have been, but it could not have been fully filled as the girl managed to drag it away from the wall with only some expenditure of effort on her part. \n\nThe musky damp smell intensified in the room as the crate was pushed to one side. Where it had been, a jagged break in the stone wall could now be seen, large enough to comfortably fit a little girl….or extremely uncomfortably, maybe a Night Elf. \n\nThe hole led only to a dark void, from which the unpleasant smell was coming. Kathlin walked confidently over to it, to stick her head out and glance around before looking back at the Night Elves. \"I don't think anyone else knows about this, but it's twenty minutes maybe tops to the trade district if you follow the route of the Canal. Oh and there is a giant squid around here……\"\n\nKathlin paused as she appeared to rethink her next comment, as her eyes settled on the large sword Serphia had at her side. \"You need to promise me not to hurt him. He's terribly tame, really\"",
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"Why do I get the itching suspicion that such was a very subjective interpretation of the use of 'tame' on behalf of Liaena and Kathlin?"
Sharon looked down at Kathlin from where the tiny High Elf sat atop from Rithrynn's shoulder, giving her a small, if almost sympathetic smile.
"Do not worry, apprentice Kathlin. We all know that Night Elves, and particularly Serphia and her great warband are excellent diplomats who are more than capable of solving disputes and conflicts through peaceful means without having to resort to crude or violent methods."
The High Elf spoke with a calm, almost sincere voice. But through the cracks of it, the sarcasm merely oozed. He might as well have said outright to Kathlin that she had just made a terrible mistake, and that her little squid pet was on its way to becoming squid filet!
Whether the Night Elves caught on however, that was a another story...
Sharon looked across the group of Night Elves standing behind them, noting the presence of Vashi. Maybe if he managed to somehow cooperate with her, there was a possibility that the two mages could use their powers to prevent the impending "War of Elves and Squids" that would certainly abound if Serphia "The Crusher" encountered McBig Squid "The Tame"! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Nope. Thea has her\" Kathlin uttered from somewhere below Rithrynn's head, the girl wedged tightly into Rithrynn's cleavage. At least the curve of her body offered some space for the human to shelter in, to save her from being crushed completely. \"Don't worry. This part isn't so far…\"\n\nAt her words there was an audible 'pop' from in front of them as Serphia finally burst out of the crevice. A wave of pungent fumes washed over those still struggling, as new air was finally allowed to enter the crevice…although one could hardly call it 'fresh'. A few moments later, the struggling of the latter Night Elves was enough to propel Rithrynn and Kathlin out into one of the subterranean canals that ran through Stormwind, aka the sewers. Fortunately, there was an extremely narrow ledge that was elevated out of the murky water, presumably to allow maintenance. Unfortunately, there was impatient Night Elves right behind the pair. \n\n-SPLASH-\n\n\"Careful, there isn't much space\" Kathlin remarked both helpfully and belatedly as Naliyah sat in her ass in the filthy water, coughing and making expressions of disgust. Rithrynn and her captive/companion human on the other hand, were floating an inch above the surface of the murky liquid. The former edged back towards the ledge, to step back on it and beat a hasty retreat down the tunnel after her Captain before Naliyah regained her senses enough to try and even the score. \n\n\"So, which way to Li?\"\n\n\"…Er, back the way we came, actually\" Kathlin explained meekly. The girl shifted in order to give a slight shrug to acknowledge her receipt of the stare she was getting from Rithrynn. \"This is the way to the Trade District. I was going to go and find her. But you wanted me to come along, so…\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"…she'll probably come join us when she's ready, anyway\" Kathlin added belatedly, after apparently considering the matter internally for a moment. \"You should tell your Captain that it's going to be the second manhole from here. Oh and er….that might be a bit tight as well\"",
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"text": "During the trip, Rithrynn was in hardly any better position than that of Kathlin, or at least so she imagined, spending most of her time with her head or shoulder pressed up against her Captain's large rear end, a human below her, narrow walls all around her and the cold top of the helmet of the sentinel behind her constantly prodding her butt!\n\n\"Why couldn't we just take the front door?! ... \"\n\nRithrynn thought to herself, bemoaning the uncomfortable journey through the earth.\n\nFinally reaching the end of the small tunnel, Rithrynn would be too consumed with her personal annoyance about the tunnel that she completely failed to react when she was suddenly pushed out of the hole alongside Kathlin!\n\n\"Eluuune!\" \n\nShortly afterwards, Rithrynn would find herself staring wide eyed down towards a revolting, murky and smelly river of raw sewage, containing all manner of foulness! Her look of shock would soon be replaced with that of disgust. It took a while for the Sentinel to actually realize that she was floating in the air, and she let out a sigh of relief as she was levitated towards the edge.\n\nAleena, on the other hand, had not been as lucky; sitting in the despicable river of sewage and voicing an impressive vocabulary of darnassian swear words and derogatory terms to nobody in particular!\n\n\"Thanks for the save... \" Rithrynn would utter to Kathlin whom accompanied her. She would have taken a deeper breath, if it hadn't been for the fact that they were still in the sewer, and the air was very much despicable in every possible way conceivable!\n\nBehind them, most of the rest of the sentinels emerging from the crevice, although a scream followed by chorus of hate could be heard as at least one of the sentinels accidentally fell into the river alongside Aleena!\n\n\"This isn't the time to be taking a swim, girls! Hurry up!\" \n\nSerphia's voice could be heard through the tunnel, calling back to her sisters. Apparently she was not amused by those who had taken a dive in the sewer.\n\n\"I suppose we'll have to meet her somewhere... \" Rithrynn reasoned in reference to Liaena, whom Kathlin said was still behind.\n\"I just hope she doesn't get herself into more trouble. She seems to have a knack for that kind of thing.\"\n\nRithrynn spoke as they fell in behind Serphia who was marching through the sewer at a steady pace, eyeing the manholes over them. \n\n\"What do you think, Shaw?\"\n\n...\n\n\"Shaw?\"\n\nAfter a moment of silence, Rithrynn would turn to look over to her shoulder, suddenly realizing that Sharon was no longer anywhere to be seen on her shoulderplate. Eyes widening, Rithrynn's head would snap back to Kathlin!\n\n\"Have you seen Sharon?!\"",
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"text": "\"Nope\" Kathlin uttered quietly, following Rithrynn's line of gaze to stare at the extremely empty shoulder epaulet. \"Maybe he fell in the sewer? If he was separated from us when you fell earlier, my levitate spell wouldn't have included him…it requires touch range\"\n\n\"Dammit! Shaww! SHAWWW!\"\n\n\"Then again, he does have his teleport spells, doesn't he?\" \nKathlin added consolingly as Rithrynn turned around to start heading down the tunnel again back the way they had come. Cries of anger from the Night Elves that had been following them, showed very clearly their displeasure with Rithrynn attempting to push past them on the narrow ledge. \"What are you doing!? Get back in line!\"\n\nOne of them, Aleena, still dripping with sludge from her impromptu bath in the sewer, gave Rithrynn a good hard shove as the latter attempted to bulldoze past her. Feet sliding on the slimy stone cobbles, the Night Elf slipped with a scream into the sewer – only to start floating once more in mid-air as a levitate spell arrested her fall. \n\nMeanwhile, down at the tail end of the queue of Night Elves, one of the elves apparently got fed up waiting for whatever was taking place up at the top and started to push forcefully at the girls in front of her. Feeling the effects of this up at the top, Aleena squealed as the elf right behind slammed into her and both started to fall towards the sewer!\n\n\"Ah…mind yourself , please\"\n\nKathlin gasped as she grabbed onto Aleena's shoulder, just as the elf fell past her on the way to a beautiful belly-flop. Both elves, both Aleena and the other she was tangled up with immediately stopped in mid-air, to also bob along above the sewer water. Kathlin gently disentangled herself from Rithrynn to step onto the ledge and safety, the strain of holding up three large Night Elves plus armour clearly showing on her face as she dragged the others after her. \"Would you mind just holding still? Else…\"\n\n\"This is your fault, stupid! Your monkies brought us into this cess pit!\" Aleena cursed as she lashed out, clobbering Rithrynn across the chest with a sodden stinking fist. As the blow struck, the levitate spell dissolved around them and all three elves plummeted downwards, to land with an almighty great SPLASH. \n\n\"….you might, er, disrupt the spell\"\n\nKathlin finished pensively as she glanced around the sewer. Humming a tune under her breath, she raised a hand that began to glow with a golden light. In the light cast by it, her eyes settled on a tiny elf that carefully ventured out of a corner now that the chaos on the ledge had abated somewhat. \"Oh, hello Mr. Dal'dieb. Rithrynn will be glad that you're safe\"",
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"Greetings again, apprentice Lennox." Sharon would bow slightly with a smirk as he was noticed by Kathlin and the light she cast across the otherwise gloomy and murky sewer tunnel, the smaller High Elf stepping across the stone floor as he cast a look across the three Night Elves, including Rithrynn, Aleena and Ms. Unfortunate Collateral, 'enjoying' an involuntary group bath session in the disgusting river of sewage in the middle of the tunnel.
"Oh yes, I'm sure she would."
One might think that the journey through the cramped tunnel would have been easier for Sharon, given his current and very much diminished physical size. It might have been the case, had he not had to share the ride with more than half a dozen large Night Elves pushing into one another! If it hadn't been for some quick thinking at the start of the trip that involved blinking himself off Rithrynn's shoulder, Sharon might now have been back in the very, very safe and escape-proof confinements of Captain Serphia's big butt!
"Nope, I'm not letting Rithrynn hold me again until she's gotten a real bath. One that does not involve sewage... "
Sharon thought as he eyed Rithrynn, now covered from top to toe in foul-smelling sewage. Night Elves might normally be quite beautiful creatures, but it was perhaps more difficult to appreciate that when combined with a big dose of sewage.
Looking around, the High Elf would find himself on the narrow ledge, with the towering shapes of Night Elves on either side of him. The fact that some of them were standing no less than a few inches away from him, combined with their natural light clothing, left very little to the imagination whenever Sharon might have gazed upwards.
He did contemplate teleporting himself to Kathlin's shoulder, if it hadn't been for the fact that the now sewage-covered Rithrynn would've been able to easily snatch him off.
Therefore, Sharon would teleport to the non-sewage-covered Night Elf right next to Kathlin, appearing with a blink on her left shoulderplate. Receiving a surprised look in return, Sharon would simply nod and smile back to the elf.
"Don't worry, miss. I'll be like a shadow." He said, before turning to Rithrynn and the rest who finally seemed to be emerging from the esewage.
"I appreciate your concern, Rithrynn. I'm fine as I ever was! But if you don't mind, I'll take a ride with your sister back to the mansion." Sharon smiled as he motioned with his thumb towards the Night Elf on who's shoulder he was sitting.
With any luck, she had better balance than Rithrynn, and was hopefully without the personality of Serphia. With any luck, Sharon might have found a 'normal', non-crazy elf! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "While most of the Sentinels had been initially startled when Aleena had suddenly been grabbed and pulled into the murky water by a pair of dark, large tentacles, the mood would eventually shift to that of a more light hearted one as Aleena was spat back onshore, with some of the Sentinel snickering quietly at Sharon's comment though they would never admit it. \n\nAmong the few who weren't smiling was Aleena herself, who simply sat on the sidewalk; looking both disgusted and surprised as she merely stared blankly back at the water!\n\n\"Well, that's our Aleena... she does go do stupid things and somehow survive.\" Ashira would comment with a slight snicker at Sharon's comment, looking down at the flabbergasted Aleena below.\n\nEventually however, the initial motions would wear off, and Aleena would get a new look on her face as her eyes grew more clear, a look that was one of pure, primeval rage and a desire for righteous murder!\n\n\"I HAVE HAD IT!\" She would suddenly exclaim as she shot to her feet, now brandishing her sword and long dagger in a dual wield stance, slicing the razor sharp blades against oneanother to the point they generated sparks in the air!\n\"ONE OCTOPI FILLET COMING RIGHT UP, GIRLS! I'LL TURN THIS SLUDGE-DWELLING JELLYFISH INTO A THOUSAND FISH SIZED PIECES!\"\n\nAleena said, walking towards the edge as if she was planning to jump right in whilst brandishing her weapons. She wouldn't get far however before Lithrielle would intervene, throwing herself around Aleena and pulling her backwards.\n\n\"No, wait, it's not worth it, Aleena!\"\n\n\"AARGHH! DO NOT COME BETWEEN THE HUNTRESS AND HER PRAY! I DEMAND THE RIGHT TO KILL THE BEAST!\" Aleena roared as she waved her swords, struggling against Lithrielle's grip. It wouldn't be until Rithrynnn arrived to help Lithrielle pull Aleena away from the edge that the two finally succeeded in dragging the furious Night Elf with them!\n\n\"Stop playing with the native marine life, girls!\" Serphia's voice could suddenly be heard across the sewer as she appeared around the next corner and threw her sentinels an impatient look. \n\nIt was enough to make the rest of the Sentinels quickly tear their eyes off the pool and the mysterious squid living in it, to all hurry after their Captain!\n\n... all except Aleena, whom had to be constrained by at least three other elves as she was pulled after the party!\n\nAfter a while of trekking through the sewer however, they would eventually reach a small iron gate beneath one of the numerous bridges spanning the canal of Stormwind. Kicking the door out, the party was relieved as they walked out into the fresh morning air of the city. Or well, at least out from the stinky air of the sewer to the less-stinky air of the canal!\n\n\"Let us NEVER take the sewer ever again... \" Rithrynn muttered with a defeated look on her face, grimacing as she dared to sniff her shoulder.\n\nSerphia looked around, noticing how some of her girls still seemed to carry the stench of the sewer even out into the city as they left the underground behind. Turning to her sisters, she immediately pointed at them.\n\n\"I'll not have you walk around in the city smelling like that! Take a quick bath in the canal while we wait for our missing human.\" Serphia ordered, motioning towards the water of the canal. Indeed, it may not be the cleanest water, but it was still certainly a large improvement over sewage that they had waddled through earlier, and some of them even bathed it!\n\nTurning to look towards Kathlin, Serphia motioned for her the human to follow her as she walked up the steps towards the bridge, looking out across the streets.\n\n\"This is one of the bridges leading to our district. Do you think we'll see your crazy alchemist friend that Rithrynn calls \"Li\" if we stick around?\" She asked, turning to look down at the smaller human next to her.\n\nStanding not far behind Serphia and Kathlin would be Ashira, overhearing some of the conversation. Standing behind the wall along the stairs to the street, she would lean against it and throw the tiny High Elf on her shoulder a sly smile.\n\n\"Sooo, this 'Li' human, how well do you know her?\" Ashira would inquire, leaning her head slightly as she looked at Sharon with a curious smirk.\n\n*\n\nOutside of the gate, when she saw the troop of chevalier-Night Elves, the gate Watcher Delilah would quickly assume an even stricter stance when she spotted Serphia leading them.\n\n\"Mistress, you're back!\"\n\n\"Hiiii there! Can you let us in?\"\n\n\" ... what?\"\n\nSilje-Serphia's surprising tone had left Delilah completely surprised, the Sentinel simply frozen in her salute motion and merely staring up at her Captain with an obvious 'WTF' look on her face!\n\n\"OFH! Uh, I mean... I demand that you let me in right now, Sentinel!\"\n\n\"What!\" Delilah exclaimed, but not so much in response to what Serphia was saying, but to when she noticed the prisoner behind Serphia doing what seemed like nudging her, and the Captain did seemingly nothing in retaliation for the slight!\n\n\"Don't you dare hit Mistress like that, squidface! I will teach you some manners, Den'dweah!\" Delilah exclaimed, furious on the person she thought to be Serphia's behalf, as she pushed herself past the 'Captain' and the nearest chevalier-elf towards the tied up Malizia.",
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"text": "\"…Maybe\" Kathlin said, after a hesitant pause. The girl gave the large Captain a long shrug, that served to demonstrate the futility of ever hoping to predict Liaena's movements. \"She might just have called a cab, and gone back to Mr. Dal'diebs house. We did spend a while down in the sewer, after all\"\n\nThe girl glanced around the canal path they had found themselves on, to observe they were garnering quite considerable amounts of attention – particularly towards those Elves that had been unfortunate enough to find themselves in the sewer water, Aleena and Rithrynn. \"…you are getting stared at, so you might just want to go home. I got the impression you wanted a low profile\"\n\n*\n\nNot so far away, one of the cities hackney carriages clanked to a halt in the slush right outside Sharon's mansion, right next to where the group of 'Night Elves' were trying their best to stop the actual Night Elf defending 'Serphias' honour. A petite girl with black hair was clambering out of it before it had even had time to stop properly, tossing a coin to the driver as she landed in the slush. \nTossing her head to look over at the group of Night Elves, Liaena spared 'Serphia' a single glance as she stepped towards the gate. \"I've got the antidote. Did you….\"\n\n\"….\"\n\nPausing, the little human did a double take as she turned back around to stare at Malizia. \"Who in the Light is that? Are you kidnapping citizens now? If they've kidnapped you…\" (this was to Malizia) \"…I'm sure whatever happened, the elves started it\"\n\nHaving stopped to survey Malizia, Liaena cast her eyes over the rest of the elves. 'Serphia' was still preoccupied with trying to hold Delilah back, alternating apologies and weak orders. \"….where's Rithrynn? And Sharon? Did you leave them back at the Cathedral or something?\"",
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] | "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. | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"I got the impression you wanted a low profile\"\n\n\"Mostly from the humans of the Cathedral, which I think we managed just fine... \" Serphia would mutter, not quite wanting to admit that things may not have gone exactly as she might have hoped it would.\n\nIndeed, while they may have successfully evaded the notice of the church, they were nonetheless gathering attention. Mostly Serphia herself, but some of the bystanders passing over the bridge would stop to look down and notice Rithrynn and Aleena's futile attempts at cleaning themselves beneath the bridge.\n\n\"You are probably right about your friend. There is no point waiting around. GIRLS!\" Serphia said to Kathlin before turning about and shouting out loudly to the rest of the sentinels.\n\"Form up on me, we're moving out!\"\n\nIt did not take long for the rest of the sentinels to quickly scurry up the stairs and arrive behind Serphia, ready to head out. Although whether intentionally or not, but most likely the former, most of the sentinels gave Aleena and Rithrynn a wide berth! The stench of sewage could be smelled all the way to the front, something which made Serphia wrinkle her nose. \n\nFortunately, although they hadn't managed to escape notice of the bystanders, there weren't that many around this early in the morning.\n\nWith a single motion with her hand, Serphia ordered the rest of her sentinels in a quick march back towards the mage district and the mansion. Kathlin, with her shorter legs, might have found herself having to almost run just to keep up with the elves as they marched through the streets.\n\n\"Move fast, girls. Once we arrive back at the mansion, a hot meal and bath will be promised to everyone!\"\n\nWhile they were walking however, Ashira's attention would be mostly fixed on Sharon, the Sentinel listening intently to what the High Elf had to say while studying him with great interest.\n\n\"She sounds like a great girl, but how do you think she compares to that of a real Night Elven woman?\" Ashira would inquire, smiling slyly down at Sharon while gently poking him with a finger.\n\n*\n\nWhen \"Ashira\" took the initative of hitting Malizia over the head, Delilah's ire seemed to disappear a bit, and the sentinel quickly gave Lisa-Ashira a nod of approval at the action!\n\nBut hitting Draenei was one thing. It was easy, straightforward, simple. What was none of those things would be the awkward conversation that was taking place outside of the gate, especially with the added arrival of Liaena and the odd behavior of the rest of her sisters. Delilah found herself spending half her time simply scratching the back of her ear, trying to make sense of it all!\n\n\"By Elune, the mission must have been rough on them or something!\"\n\nIt was not until Silje-Serphia's mood suddenly grew darker and the \"Captain\" spoke to her in Darnassian that Delilah's ears would finally perk up, and she'd quickly open the gate and lead them on through.\n\n\"Ohh, yes, of course mistress! Right this way please!\"\n\n\"She never usually calls me just 'Sentinel'... what gives?\"\n\nHaving opened the gate and as they were matching through the front garden, Delilah would turn to look up towards her \"Captain\" while starting to explain, occasionally changing glances between her, \"Rithrynn\" and Liaena.\n\n\"We've been anxious for your arrival a long time now! Some of the girls were almost worried something had happened, but I of course never doubted you! Most of them are still incapacitated to various degrees, the festivities not having been gentle.\" Delilah would explain as they walked towards the main door, before also throwing a glance at \"Rithrynn\" again.\n\"And, I think Naliyah has been getting pretty bored without Rithrynn around, if you know what I mean, mistress... \"",
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"text": "\"Huh. I suppose it's less fun for her when they're too drunk to fight back\" Liaena commented sardonically from where she walked beside \"Rithrynn\". \n\nThe girl glanced up with a slight smirk to gauge the Night Elf's reaction at this, who if anything appeared to be slightly confused \"….uh…right\"\n\nAs the group approached the curtain still hanging over the door, Delilah darted ahead to pull it aside and usher her captain through. The group entered into the atrium, which appeared much the same as it had as they left, except with more empty plates and bottles scattered around. One elf was lying on some cushions scattered across the floor, who looked as though she was in the throes of a particularly evil hangover as she raised an arm to wave it at the group. \"Haaaaai….Mistress. Urrrghh…\"\n\n\"Rithrynn, where's Sharon?\" Liaena muttered to the Night Elf she was walking next to as she also stepped through the doorway. The girl was scanning the group for any sign of the little High Elf – but no, no sign of him – not to mention that he would have made himself known to her anyway. \"Don't tell me you lost him again?\"\n\n\"Not to mention the Public Relations disaster….again\"\n\nThe girl thought to herself as she studied the bound Malizia where Serphia was leading her, right ahead of them, before turning to hiss at Rithrynn once more. \"And why did you let them parade a white hand mercenary through the city in broad daylight!? The whole POINT was that you lot – hadn't – been – seen – fighting – them! Think about what the papers are going to make of this! Jeez…\"\n\n\"Um, is there a problem?\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\nLiaena couldn't help but stare as Serphia loomed over her, having addressed her in a tone she had previously believed the Night Elven Captain wasn't even capable of. \"…Yeeees. I was wondering why you have that Draenei?\"\n\n\"I demand you release me at once! I demand – urk!\"\n\nAs Malizia had opened her mouth to start yelling again, Liaena had withdrawn her dart gun, stepped forward and shot the large draenei in the butt at point blank range. The \"White Hand\" toppled forward with a surprised look on her face, only for her fall to be arrested as she began to levitate in mid-air and started snoring loudly. Liaena meanwhile turned back to \"Serphia\" with a carefully sculpted submissive expression on her face. \"I thought she might be disturbing your warriors rest, Captain\"\n\n\"No shouty, mrwhhh…..\"\n\n\"Exactly\" Liaena bobbed her head at the unhappy Night Elf in the corner, who glowered at her before lowering her face back to the floor to continue groaning to herself. \"So….how did you capture this White Hand? Was there a fight between here and the Cathedral?\"\n\nThe girl glanced around at the group, of which the Night Elves looked conspicuously unhurt. \"You clearly got the best of it, if you did\"",
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] | "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." | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Uh….right. Sure\" Liaena muttered in response to \"Sharon\" aka Valion. Wiping a hand across her eyes, the girl placed one hand on the back of the chair to steady herself.\n\n\"It's been a long day….or two. I should get some rest\"\n\nShrugging away the sensation, Liaena gave the tiny High Elf a smile as she lowered a hand to pick him up and place him on her shoulder. \"Sure, that sounds good. Just give me a second…\"\n\nReaching down to Malizia, Liaena produced a small vial to uncork it and trickle a measure into the Draenei's mouth. In a moment, the 'chevalier' was as small as Valion, Liaena picking her up as she glanced at Serphia quickly to gauge her reaction. \"You'll find your prisoner easier to contain like this. Did you want Rithrynn to take her, or…\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"…Or maybe I could? Ok, sure? I can do that\" Liaena concluded, after her analysis of Serphia indicated the Sentinel was paying no attention to her whatsoever. The girl turned to waggle her eyebrows at Rithrynn as she gestured with her eyes towards the Captain. \"Is she drunk?\"\n\nSerphia had to have drunk all the communion wine in the Cathedral based on her current behaviour, and Rithrynn was studiously avoiding her gaze. The depths of whatever stupidity had occurred on their journey between Cathedral and Mansion she had clearly only just begun to plumb, Liaena concluded as she turned away with an eyeroll. \"Fine then. Sharon and I will catch up….Rithrynn, why don't you see if Naliyah's free?\"\n\n\"Hmm? Oh yeah, sounds good!\"\n\n\"…………………….\"\n\nLiaena paused, as what felt like a shiver ran down her spine. The girl turned, to glance between Rithrynn, Serphia and all the other Night Elves in the room as she kept the slight smirk she had been wearing planted firmly on her face. \"Great. See you later then.\"\n\n\"Bye!\"\n\nTurning to walk casually out of the room, Liaena slid the hand on the opposite side of her body from where Valion was riding, into the bag she was carrying. The girl turned her head as she walked, to give the High Elf a soft smile. \"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\"",
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"text": "\"There we are, girls! Home sweet home!\" Serphia would exclaim with a sense of accomplishment as she and the rest of her warriors, Kathlin in tow, finally arrived at the outside of the mansion, approaching a steadily more confused Delilah whose eyes kept growing to a bigger and bigger 'DA FUQ?' face.\n\nThe utter confusion on Delilah's face would not even begin to abate until she suddenly smelled some of the disgusting stench of raw sewer that emanated from some of the members of the party!\n\n\"Hello again, Sentinel Delilah. Open the gate! We have been victorious in our quest!\" Serphia exclaimed vigorously and with excitement as she raised a hand to gesture towards Delilah.\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\"We have vanquished the silly monkeys in their fortress - made themselves a mockery right in their very city in front of everyone! ... without being seen our selves, of course!\"\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\"We have... what the fuck is the problem, Delilah?\"\n\nAt that point, Serphia would finally notice the utter look of confusion and astonishment that was plastered onto Delilah's face as she simply gazed up at them, her jaw hanging from her head. Eyes narrow, Serphia would lean forward and give her a slap.\n\n\"DELILAH!\" \n\n*Smack!*\n\n\"Oww!\"\n\n\"Why are you looking at me like that? I thought you'd be cheering after what we've accomplished!\" Serphia stated as Delilah began to rub her now sore cheek, the slap apparently having succeeded in throwing her out of whatever mode of surprise she had initially been in!\n\n\"I.. uh, well... I already let you guys in.\"\n\n\"In? We're still outside!\"\n\n\"I mean like less than five minutes ago!\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"I swear, by Elune!\"\n\n\"HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING ON WATCH, DELI?!\"\n\n\"NO! NO-NONO! I LET YOU GUYS IN JUST... JUST MINUTES AGO! LOOK!\" Delilah would exclaim, becoming frantic as she waved her arms in front of Serphia to the surprise and confusion of the rest of the Night Elves standing behind her.\n\n\"Just come in, you,- I mean, they, are still there! Let me show you!\" Delilah said, having given up trying to explain to the Captain as the Sentinel instead began to fumble with the key to the gate, turning around and begin to open it.\n\nSerphia merely stared down at Delilah's back in confusion, before tossing a glance across the rest of her warriors behind her. Lithrielle, Vashi, Aleena, Ashira, and all the rest merely shook their heads and shrugged with their shoulders, none of them daring to make any suggestions as to what was going on.\n\nAll except Rithrynn, where the Sentinel's eyes would suddenly widen for a moment as a dreadful memory just struck her...\n\n\"Wait, is this some potion shenanigans reminiscent of Liaena's that's going on?!\"\n\nRithrynn wondered to herself as she went through the possibility. Liaena was not with them after all. What if she had taken a polymorph potion and disguised herself as Captain Serphia - again? Had she arrived before them to infiltrate the mansion and trick the rest of her sisters?\n\nIt was not inconceivable, after all. They had spent a lot of time simply slugging through the detour that had been the sewer, and Rithrynn knew the insideous little human to be capable of such feats.\n\nBut to what end? And who would \"them\" others be? Did Liaena bring friends? Was this an attempt at the Church of the Holy Light to get payback on her and her sisters for messing up their Cathedral? Had a bunch of young apprentices gone rogue, polymorphed into elves and infiltrated their mansion?\n\nRithrynn gazed up at Serphia standing next to her, the Captain's eyes fixed on the gate as it swung open.\n\nIf Liaena had indeed pulled another one of her polymorph potion shenanigans, especially if she had included other co-conspirators, only one thing was sure to happen if the look in Serphia's eyes was anything to judge by...\n\n... heads would roll.",
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] | "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! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Sure\" Liaena said carefully as she walked through the corridor, coming to a set of stairs to begin climbing them towards the upper floors. \"Serphia was acting really oddly. Is Falere giving her trouble?\"\n\n\"Hm?\"\n\n\"…You know. The one standing behind her\" Liaena elaborated. Valion gave her an odd look, before chuckling lightly. \n\"Oh no. She is pushy sometimes, but I'd imagine the Captain has it all in hand\"\n\n\"Fair enough\" \n\nThe girl said dubiously as she walked, hoping the elf riding on her shoulder wouldn't be able to detect how quickly her heart was beating. Reaching the door to Sharon's office, she opened the door to step inside. \n\nThe room was just as opulent as ever, somehow mysteriously untouched by the Night Elves - although the lack of alcohol in the room might always have been a factor. Liaena stepped over to remove \"Sharon\" from her shoulder and place him on his desk. \"Here….just a second\"\n\nRummaging inside the bag she was carrying, Liaena eventually withdrew a small vial that she held out to the high elf. The label on it was as indecipherable as ever in her classic chicken scratch. To somebody who was familiar with Liaena's concoctions however, this lacked the vibrate green colour that characterised her antidote for the shrinking potion. Instead, it had the classic bluish-white tint of her strongest sleeping drugs. \n\nLooking down at Valion, she raised an eyebrow quizzically along with a smile. \"…did you need me to find you a saucer, or are you good?\"",
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"text": "Inside the atrium of the mansion, a set of rapid heavy footsteps fast approaching the entrance door could be heard from the outside. They would continue to become louder and louder - until they stopped completely.\n\n\" ... \"\n\n*CRASH*\n\n*CRACK*\n\n*TROMBOLOMBO*\n\nWithout a word of warning, a heavy thud could be heard from the other side of the door just before it exploded off its hinges and flew inwards, landing flat on the ground in front of the entrance to reveal behind it none other than Serphia in the doorway, standing on one leg in a kicking position with her right leg raised towards the occupants of the atrium. All around her 8ft tall Night Elven Captain stood her warriors, arms drawn as they peered in from the side.\n\nLowering her leg back to the ground, Serphia would lean her head forward and begin a rapid march into the mansion, her silvery eyes as narrow as slits and fuming with rage.\n\n\"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!\"\n\nSerphia's voice would boom through the entire mansion, before she spotted none other than... herself?\n\nA moment of confusion ran across Serphia's face when she noticed the Silje-Serphia, making the Captain pause for a moment. Yet the momentary madness would not last, as soon the hateful silver flame would once again return to the Captain's eyes.\n\n\"Who is this impostor?!\" Serphia would shout out and point at Silje-Serphia.\n\nAt this point, the commotion in the atrium seemed to have attracted more attention as a couple more Night Elves, both in various states of drunkenness and various states of clothing, arrived around and above the room to watch.\n\nRithrynn, staring at the crowd of chevalier elves with a look of disbelief, would lean in towards her Captain to mutter.\n\n\"Maybe she is your greatest a fan, mistress!\"",
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] | 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! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\" ... I am the Warlord of this band, yeh... I am! And who... who are YOU?\" \n\nAt that point, a visible blood vein just popped in the front of Serphia's face! To anyone else who stood in the room, it was almost as if they could feel the temperature rise by a couple of degrees, fueled by nothing but the growing rage that was building within Serphia!\n\nA deadly quiet came from the rest of the elves whom had entered with Serphia, Rithrynn and Aleena whom were the closet quietly backing away and putting some distance between them at the Captain as they threw frightened looks between the real Serphia and the impostor!\n\n\"You little bitch... \" Serphia muttered as her eyes narrowed to slits on Silje-Serphia, before the Captain began to walk towards her with long, heavy strides!\n\n\"A fake like you seeks to usurp my divinely chosen position?!\"\n\nWhile walking towards Silje-Serphia, one of the chevalier-Night Elves came too close with her weapon drawn. The result being that Serphia immediately reached out to grab the blade of the sword in a lighting fast motion, pulling it sideways, before punching the chevalier-elf right in the face with the same hand, knocking her down and dropping the sword - all without ever losing eye contact with Silje-Serphia!\n\n\"And you have the gall to try to lie straight to my face, amidst my own warriors?! Oh sister, oh sister oh sister... you have NO clue what you are doing!\"\n\nFinally coming into range with a Silje-Serphia who was looking increasingly worried the closer Serphia got, she would snap out with her hands, grabbing Silje-Serphia by her upper chestpiece, and hoisting her feet off the ground as she moved her face closer to hers.\n\n\"I. WILL. EAT. YOU. ALIVE!\" \n\nSerphia snarled right into Silje-Serphia's face, before she suddenly turned around and threw the Silje-Serphia right into the \"Ashira\" chevalier Night Elf, throwing them both right back into the wall.\n\nTurning away from Silje-Serphia for a moment, Serphia would gaze around to throw the rest of the elves in the room a look; as now most of her warband had gathered in the atrium or between the living room to see what was going all, all in various states of drunkenness and clothing.\n\n\"We got some imposters in the house, girls! Go get them!\" \n\nSerphia called out, motioning towards the sorry looking chevalier-elves whom were now all surrounded at this point!\n\n\"Attack!\"\n\"Whoooooooooooooo!\"\n\"ELF FIGHT!\"\n\nWithin the blink of an eye, all the elves in the room would throw themselves at the chevalier-elves in a chaotic melee that was much more reminiscent of an all-out bar brawl! Although there had been some lines in the beginning of the fight for the different sides, they quickly dissolved, and with the majority of elves already drunk, separating between the exact lookalikes of the chevalier-elves and Serphia's own little party became impossible!\n\nAleena, whom was about to throw herself in a strike against the \"Ashira\" chevalier Night Elf, would suddenly be immediately struck from the side by a random Night Elf whom knocked her right out of her path with a drunk flying side kick!\n\nRithrynn herself scanned the chaotic battlefield that had been the atrium for signs of her own lookalike, only to see the \"Rithrynn\" Chevalier Night Elf just as she was dragged out of the fight and into one of the siderooms by a rather horny looking Naliyah, sprawling around and trying to call for help before the door was closed shut behind them!\n\n\"Ehhh, that's one down, I suppose!\"\n\nShe shrugged at the scene, almost feeling a little sorry for her own impostor, before she returned to look at the fray.\n\nSerphia had since then resumed her death-glare towards Silje-Serphia, and before the \"poor\" impostor had even managed to get off the other chevalier elf, Serphia had already thrown herself right at her with a vicious roar!\n\n\"We're... winning, I think?\"\n\n\"Shaw, wasn't Li supposed to be back already? ... Shaw?\" Rithrynn would then ask, inching closer to where Ashira last stood, only to realize that Ashira had since been devoured by the brawl, and could be seen dodging random attackers in the middle of the room while trying to protect the little High Elf on her shoulder.\n\n\" ... dammit!\"",
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] | "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. | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"I didn't want to hurt him\" Kathlin spoke, but those words would never each Liaena's ears before she felt a numbing presence in her head.\n\nAs Liaena was moving to catch up with Kathlin, the latter holding her winter cloak with Valion still inside of it, Liaena could suddenly feel an audible ting inside of her brain, as if her entire head became twice as heavy for a couple of seconds; the periphery of her vision becoming momentarily hazy.\n\nThe effect would be short lived, and the heavy presence quickly abated. Yet if she tried to think of any of the events that had just occurred within the last ten seconds, it was as though she was unable to find them within her mind; a part of her body telling her that they were there but she just couldn't recover them for some reason.\n\nBut perhaps the thing that would draw Liaena's attention the most would not be the odd sensation, but what she saw in front of her when she opened her eyes.\n\nIn front of her stood Valion, clad in his warped and blackened saronite armor. The elf was no longer shrunk, and in his hand he held a folded winter cloak.\n\n\"Did you truly think it would be that easy?\" Valion spoke from behind his twisted metal mask, his one eye visible through a scar running down the right side. Judging by the way it moved, it seemed as if the High Elf was smirking behind his mask.\n\nThe winter cloak he was holding much like a bag in his hand was sprawling about as if someone was caught inside of it; Kathlin's voice being audible from within it.\n\n\"Hello? Li, are you there? What just happened?!\" Kathlin called out from within the bag.\n\nStill holding the makeshift cloak bag, Valion would move his armored glove a little further down and begin to squeeze on it in front of Liaena's eyes; as soon grunts of discomforts and small shrieks of pain began to emanate from Kathlin within it.\n\n\"Call your friends back, or you will lose one today.\" Valion spoke as he stared back at Liaena from through the scar in his mask.\n\nHowever, while Liaena stood face to face with Valion, everyone else in the room would just see the normal scene of Kathlin, holding her winter cloak, and perhaps looking a little confused at Liaena's odd behavior.\n\n\"Who are you and what did you do to my sister?!\"\n\n\"I DIDN'T DO... \" Lisa-Lithrielle was about to start defending herself, when she soon realized that diplomacy was probably bound to get her nowhere!\n\nRapidly looking around, she would unsling the two ornate scabbards on her back, reaching to grab for the handle of one of the swords!\n\n\"Captain Malizia, your swor,- URK!\"\n\nLisa-Lithrielle would grab a hold of one of the sword's handle and move to unsheath it, but by the time the sword had only reached a couple of inches out of its sheath; the Chevalier elf would immediately freeze up, her eyes growing wide as if someone had just paralyzed her!\n\nThe moment the sword left its sheath, a invisible aura of cold and hopelessness would immediately wash over the room, crawling its way up the spine of every living creature inside the room! It was a dark sensation, as if any sense of happiness or bravery was immediately dimmed in the presence of the cursed object.\n\nLisa-Lithrielle, her eyes having just gone white, began to slowly look down towards the sword she was holding; her hand shaking as if she was trying to fight against some invisible force. \n\nAnd then, without warning, the Runeblade would suddenly fly out of its sheath as if on its own volition! The second Runeblade would fly out of its sheath as well, that one randomly brushing against Lisa-Lithrielle's arm and leaving a deep, bloodied gash! As the two Runeblades zoomed past Rithrynn and Vashi, Lisa-Lithrielle would fall unconscious on the floor, her eyes completely white and a wound on her arm bleeding profusely. \n\nSoaring through the room like missiles, the first Runeblade would head straight for Malizia. As it approached the unconscious Draenei, she would suddenly shoot up an arm; catching the Runeblade mid flight as she got up; spinning around as she catched the other Runeblade as well with mechanical efficiency!\n\nYet as Malizia rose to her feet, she looked different.\n\nHer eyes were still shut and her head hanging to the side, as if she was still asleep, yet her body was moving around in a way similar to that of a marionette being manipulated by invisible strings; moving in unnatural patterns with uneven, twitching motions!\nBeneath and around the collar of her chestplate, a dim blue light could be seen coming from her clothes as a runic tattoo, having been invisible before, suddenly glowed to life with a haunting blue light as it snaked its way up the side of her throat and onto her face!",
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"text": "\"Okay! Okay\" Liaena uttered hastily as she raised a hand in a half-placatory fashion. The girl glowered at the Death Knight with loathing, but couldn't avoid glancing at the hand containing Kathlin anxiously. \"Just – let her go, she's a moron that's nothing to do with this\"\n\n\"Uhhh…. Li, I think that's a guy actually\" Kathlin said dubiously. \n\nThe girl raised the bundle of fabric to stare at it, then at Liaena curiously. \"He did have a lot of hair, but it's all in the shape of the face\"\n\n\"Light, how do I deal with this!?\"\n\n\"…Are you feeling okay?\"\n\nKathlin enquired as she stepped forward to peer down at Liaena with some concern. From the latters perspective, Valion stepped forward to loom over her menacingly. Her attention however, was almost immediately diverted as the Runeblade(s) ripped through Lisa-Lithrielle to magically reanimate Malizia. \"Oh dear. That's not good\"\n\n\"My patience is short, my Lady. Now\"\n\n\"They don't listen to me!!\" Liaena hissed back frantically, the shrieks of Silje-Serphia still echoing through the room. The girl pulled out the dart gun, to hunt around for another clip as she kept her eyes fixed on Valion.\n\n\"Sorry, what?\" Kathlin called as she darted over to where Lisa-Lithrielle had collapsed on the floor. Momentarily confused at how to contain Valion, she settled for pinning the 'sack' to the ground with her knee as she bent over Lisa-Lithrielle. \"Double oh dear. That looks infected\"\n\nFrom Liaena's perspective, the world was becoming increasingly blurry and confused. Valion was clearly still there, but the illusion now had to make more changes to their surroundings to avoid including Kathlin clearly non-captured, and now also Malizia, puppeted by dark magic. The magical solution was to reduce the amount of information coming in, which is what led to the daze she now found herself in. One other person that was still clear however was Serphia, even if the illusion showed her still engrossed in jamming Sije-Serphia's head into the wooden desk repeatedly, as opposed to rising to meet the new challenger. \n\n\"STOP! Just STOP!!\"\nFinally having managed to load the dart gun, Liaena turned as she cried out to empty the clip into Serphia's large and ample backside. Hardly registering the result, the girl spun around to face Rithrynn – or at least where she perceived the elf to be – holding another vial in her hand in a decidedly threatening manner. The cork was out. According to form, the label on it was completely indecipherable. \"Get them to stop fighting, Lieutenant, or I will! Don't you get it!? He's going to kill her!\"",
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] | "Get them to stop fighting, Lieutenant, or I will! Don't you get it!? He's going to kill her!"
"He kill who?"
From atop of Rithrynn's shoulder, Sharon squinted his eyes as he looked quizzically at the seemingly bizarre behavior from Liaena. What she was saying did not make any sense. From what he could tell, Sharon was the only man inside the room... aside from the other High Elf whom Kathlin had caught, Valion.
Seeking to get to the mystery of this, Sharon would mutter a quiet spell as he attempted to detect the magic within the room.
And sure enough, through the spell, he would sense that there was indeed mystic powers surrounding Liaena. Possibly addling her mind. Because he doubted the simple Vashi was a high-end manipulator in disguise, that left Sharon to suspect the only other mage in the room other than himself and Vashi.
"I need to stop him!" Sharon muttered himself as he looked around, trying to find the cloak slash bag used by Kathlin, and indeed he saw it; the girl being crouched over Lisa-Lithrielle with the bag under one knee.
The bag, however, seemed surprisingly light; and as Sharon looked closer, he could make out a small figure standing next to it, wielding a sword and a staff. It was none other than Valion, who had just sliced his way out of the cloak and was quickly making his way away from Kathlin who at the moment were quite occupied with tending to the chevalier Night Elf.
"Take care of the Death Knight, I'll deal with the Dark Magi!" Sharon quickly spoke to Rithrynn as the smaller High Elf would draw his sword, before blinking off Rithrynn's shoulder!
As Valion was hurrying along the carpet floor of the corridor outside, he would suddenly notice another magical presence. Spinning around just in time, Valion succeeded in barely dodging an incoming sword blow as Sharon materialized right behind him in, already making a swing towards him!
"Ahh, so the foolhardy prey finally seeks out its own hunter. This will make things easier." Valion would grin through the one scar across his helmet as he walked back, parrying the next blows with his sword and staff.
"Do not confuse our roles, novice." Sharon spoke in return, taking another swipe at Valion just as the smaller mage would blink away; reappearing atop of one of the ornate wooden railings looking out across the main atrium below. Sharon would immediately follow, blinking after him and appearing in front of him where he fired an arcane blast that Valion blocked with a magical barrier!
"For they have just changed!
Meanwhile, in the back of the room, the animated body of Malizia would turn in the general direction of Rithrynn and Vashi who were standing in the door. The Draenei seemed still unconscious, and so was not actually looking at any of them with her head or eyes, yet the way the body was positioned made it perfectly clear to the elves that they were the puppet's center of attention!
"Mit-ram-rosh!" A invisible, warped and guttural voice suddenly spoke throughout the room; seeming to emanate from Malizia's spot; as the puppet suddenly pointed with one of its Runeblades towards Rithrynn.
Without any warning, Rithrynn could suddenly feel herself be launched forward towards the Draenei by invisible hands, tossing her through the room at great speed and right towards the tip of the extended Runeblade that had been raised to meet her by the puppet! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Wait, you're going to do what?!\" Rithrynn's raised an eyebrow as half the party in the room just evacuated Sharon's study and closed the doors behind them, essentially leaving her, Vashi and Serphia stuck with the Death Knight.\n\n\"Thanks for the vote of confidence... \"\n\n\"Die you wretched fiend!\" Serphia shouted out as she raised her leg to give the Draenei a good kick in the face! \n\nOn the bright side, the kick was a success and hit a Draenei perfectly - and with great force! Unfortunately however, it hit the wrong Draenei...\n\n\"What the... who are you?\" \n\nSerphia suddenly said, looking down with big eyes at Mei who was now lying on her back at her feet, groaning after having been hit in the face by the plated underside of Serphia's hard boot! The silver eyes of the Captain jumped between Mei and Malizia as she tried to note the similarities between the two, before she turned to look at an equally confused and almost stunned Vashi who was sitting at the floor further away closer by the door and merely staring blankly back at her Captain.\n\nWhen she turned to glance over at Rithrynn, the Sentinel merely shrugged her shoulders, taking on a rather dumb look while mouthing 'I got no idea what just happened' in elven.\n\nAt that point, it seemed like the only ones who were not confused in the room and actually trying to take the whole situation with a modicum of severity were the two Draenei, one of whom had just been almost K.O.ed at the very beginning of the fight!",
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"text": "Seems like Mei wasn't really completely awake or sober for her charge was swiftly and perfectly avoided by the death knight. What Mei indeed faces was the steel plated boot of the night elf that was fighting Melizia.\" Ouchhhhhhhhhhh…aghhhhhhhhhhh…\" Meirie groaned in pain as she found herself laying on the floor once more. Well she hadn't had something wake her up this fast in maybe centuries...\n\n \"That was a good kick… night elf.\" She stated, holding her face with a hand, feeling the blood drip down from her nose.\" My name is Meirie Leran…\" Was all that Mei replied for the moment, as she slowly rose up from the ground, her eyes jumping between Serphia and the death knight. That kick really woke her up, for at the moment her mind seemed clearer than it had been in years.\n\n Using her sleeve to wipe the blood that was dripping down her face, Mei resumed a tall warrior posture.\" Ryuuna…\" She stated, locking eyes at the death knight.\" I've been chased your for a while back then… after your treachery.\" Mei stated as the anger once again began to build up and it showed.\n\n \"A HERO!? YOU!?\" Mei roared enraged.\" You betrayed your own people! You killed your own people! Look at yourself! You are, but a step better than if you had turned into an eradar!\" The berseker shouted in anger, as much as she hated it. After losing her connection to the light and becoming a berserker, she had a lot more in common with the orcish berserkers.\n\n \"WHY DID YOU RETURN BACK THEN RYUUNA?! YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN WHAT WILL HAPPEN! YOU WERE A CRIMINAL AND YET WE DECIDED TO NOT CHASE AFTER YOU, WE DECIDED TO LET YOU ROAM, BUT YOU HAD TO RETURN… ESPECIALLY AFTER SENDING A MESSANGER THAT RELAYED ALL THE SINS YOU COMMITED!\" Mei roared once again, her body stiffing up as she prepared herself to clash with the death knight.\" I've had enough with minions of evil…\" She finally hissed.\n\n Letting her rage explode, she let out a tarrying howl as charged the death knight. The opponent had two swords… which wasn't good, but Mei was a warrior with over 2000 years of experience. She had more than enough practice fighting unarmed against armed opponents. She went for a kick since she still had her leg armor.",
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"text": "\"I mean... light, they told me this would be like four hours at most! What have I gotten myself into?!!\"\n\n\"Trouble. But it's okay. We can help\" Kathlin said kindly to the cowering girl, who was now glancing fearfully at the door as though she was expecting Serphia to charge through it at any moment – a reasonable assumption. The girl opened the satchel to peer at the contents inside, before glancing at Liaena. \"Li….are any of these an antidote for transmogification?\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Li?\"\n\n\"'….weren't you….are you….are you okay?\" \n\nLiaena stuttered finally at the other girl, who merely raised her eyebrows back. \"Hm? Yes. I'm practically a seasoned veteran at this point. Are all your holidays this violent?\"\n\n\"I thought….\" Liaena shook her head in bewilderment. With the failure of the illusion, the spider-webs were slowly creeping away from her brain as she slowly pieced together her surroundings. With clarity, confusion was rapidly being replaced by rage as she clambered to her feet. \"Where's Sharon!? Rithrynn?\"\n\n\"Rithrynn is in there, with Serphia and two Draenei.\" Kathlin pointed at the room they had just left, from which crashing and bangs, mingled with shouts of \"die!\" and \"traitor\" emanated. \"Sharon is….I'm not sure. I saw him on Rithrynn's shoulder earlier?\"\n\n\"…damn it!\" Liaena cursed as she made for the door to the study, before twisting around to thrust a hand at Kathlin. \"Give me that back!\"\n\nKathlin twitched it slightly out of reach, by holding it above Liaena's head. The look on the shorter girl's face strongly implied that she would suffer for that at some later date \"Antidote? Transmogification?\"\n\n\"What!?\"\n\n\"For her\" Kathlin nodded down at the unfortunate Silje, still cowering at their feet. \"If the Captain sees her, she'll kill her…\" the look on Liaena's face strongly suggested that she considered this no terrible loss to the world \"…instead of fighting the death knight. Or y'know…actual threats\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Fine! Fine. It's the pink one. She needs a strand of hair from herself, or whatever she wants to be. Now give me that!\" Liaena snapped. The other smiled and nodded, removing the appropriate vial before passing it back to the shorter girl. \"Should we evac, Li?\"\n\n\"Maybe. Not decided yet\"\n\n-SLAM-\n\n\"Well, that's that\" Kathlin remarked lightly to nobody in particular, before crouching down beside Silje. \"You should take some of this, before the Captain sees you again. She doesn't really like being impersonated\"",
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] | "My sin was trying to save my race from oblivion!"
Malizia reacted as Mei came in for a kick by stepping backwards, sweeping out in a strike against the incoming kick and hitting her leg armor. The armor prevailed, but Mei could feel a tingling cold sensation coming from her legs as blue and ghostly misty tendrils crept from Malizia's runeblade and onto her leg armor for the brief moment they touched.
Readjusting her sword, Malizia instead swiped it in an upwards sweep against Mei's face. The Draenei succeeded in avoiding the incoming Runeblade, but did not have time to dodge the second as Malizia glided her other Runeblade across her left flank as she passed her by, leaving a shallow gash on Mei's left!
The physical pain of the strike would perhaps be the least of Mei's worry. In the brief moment that Malizia's blade had touched, it had felt as though an overwhelming wave of chill had jolted through her body, dropping her internal body temperature by a couple of degrees. Though the wound was only superficial for the most part, it was as though a dark presence had entered her, sapping some of her will and courage. The wound at her side was not bleeding - in fact, it was frozen shut.
"I was cast out because I would not let myself become blinded by the Light!" Malizia spoke as she turned to look back at Mei, pointing her left Runeblade at her.
"I saw through its petty lies and promises for the blissful ignorance that it truly was! I was one of the few that realized that victory would take more than vain hope and foolish ideals that were utterly unfit for the realities of war!"
Malizia's eyes narrowed sharply on Mei, the Draenei ignoring the blood that seeped down across her left eye.
"Our misguided ideas of right and just were just as dangerous to us as the Orcs themselves - if not more so!"
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Silje-Serphia had not hesitated to take the antitode, and it did not take long before a new, 5ft and 6 girl stood next to them in the corridor, blond hair and blue eyes. Serphia's oversized armor had long since fallen off her, and she cloaked herself instead in the Captain's still-very-much-so oversized cloak!
"Sharon, you mean the yellow haired High Elf?" Silje inquired as she looked towards Liaena and Kathlin, her eyes remaining on the latter.
"I think I saw him chase after the 'Mindbreaker' after he escaped your bag and out into the corridor before we exited." Silje explained, removing one hand from the cloak to point down along the hallway to the left, which lead towards the stairs to the atrium where the sound of the great Night Elven brawl could still be heard!
"I never realized anyone so tiny could run that fast... " | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "War has hardened many warriors, both in body, and in mind.\n\nIt has bred strong men and women who could endure hardship that would break lesser people, washing away any weakness or vulnerability.\n\nIt was the fire that tempered the person, making them harder, stronger than they would otherwise have been.\n\nBut despite all that, it did not however prepare them for a large, flying desk of mahogany as was the case with Malizia, as the Death Knight was caught off guard by the giant, floating piece of furniture as it crashed into her and smashed her into the side of a wall in the office, breaking through the old wooden plates and tossing her into the sideroom where she was buried under a half broken desk and a lot of rubble!\n\n\"This... is not going as planned!\" \n\nMalizia let out a painful groan as she turned one hand around beneath the broken desk, holding the palm of her hand up against it.\n\nUsing her dark magic, she summoned a black tendril to push the broken furniture off her; smashing it through the hole leading to the office and destroying yet another section of the wall!\n\nWith pained grunts, she staggered onto her feet amidst the dust and rubble. As she stood up, she noticed that her arm was dislocated, a problem she solved by smashing it into one of the nearby walls and letting out a muffled, brief shriek as the bone snapped back into place!\n\n\"Screw this place... I'm leaving right now!\" She mumbled to herself as she sheated one of her Runeblades, holding the other one still in her right hand as she carefully opened the door to the room and stepped out into the corridor, before hurrying down along it as she aimed to reach the top floors of the mansion!\n\n\"Where in the twisting nether is that little High Elf? I thought he was supposed to be supporting me!\"\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\"Gaahh, these Keldorei are insane!\" Valion muttered as he staggered to his feet, Aleena having been lifted off him.\n\nHunched over and grabbing his side, Valion was in the midst of struggling to regain his breath when he looked up at his 'savior', only to see the familiar face of Kathlin towering over him.\n\n\"Thanks, little.. \" Valion began to speak, raising his right arm up towards her; a haunting, purple light beginning to glow and twirl around his armored gauntlet. But as he was about to cast the spell, he would suddenly notice the expanding shadow around him. Pausing, he would look up, only to see a pair of gigantic, round purple buttocks that were rapidly growing bigger and bigger as they raced down towards him!\n\n\" ... girl... \"\n\nValion only managed to finish his sentence before Aleena landed right on him, the tiny elf disappearing completely beneath Aleena's wide rear!\n\nIn the meantime, a rather disheveled Sharon would be dusting himself off; just managing to catch a glimpse of the inglorious takedown of his opponent; courtesy of Aleena's big butt. \n\n\"You do seem to end up in these sorts of situations a lot, don't you?\" Kathlin commented, causing the High Elf to raise a brow as he glanced at her.\n\n\"It does tend to happen when you hold wild parties, or invite forty plus big, purple amazons to your house.. or both. But it could have been worse.\" Sharon would comment dryly as he finished brushing himself off, before casting a off-hand look at Aleena's butt before smirking back at Kathlin.\n\n\"I guess you could say he was into that booty.\"",
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"text": "Mei had charged the death knight, attacking with some of her fiercest moves when she heard a shout from someone to duck. The draenei warrior took, but a moment to notice the flying desk in her direction for she had just about reached Melizia. In truth while Mei had noticed the flying desk towards her and Melizia, she didn't really have time to stop for with her charge she wouldn't be able in time. Instead she just leaned backwards, sliding down on the floor past the death knight and under the flying desk.\n\n Using the burning sword, she stopped herself a moment later after her foe had already been thrown at the wall by the flying furniture. Splinters and dust flying everywhere, but Mei barely noticed it. She threw a glance at the person who threw the desk. It seemed to be a human woman… Mei couldn't help, but throw questioning look at her.\n\n Following that she threw a glance at the laying on the ground night elves. Seems that the one on top was having certain thoughts in mind.\" The enemy is still moving… there will be time for that after Ryuuna is dead... no?\" Mei asked Serphia and them moved towards the hole in the wall, but before that went to the night elf.. mage girl?\n\n \"Cast some spells of frost resists or something on me please.\" She asked the night elf who probably summoned her earlier.\n \n \"Ohh no you don't!\" Myako suddenly shouted as she dashed towards the corridor, grabbing a piece of rubble in move. Seeing the death knight moving down the corridor, she moved back her hand a little as all the muscles in her arms tensed and she threw the big wooden chunk at the death knight with all her might.\" Come back here you coward! Don't you even have the guts to continue fighting!?\"\n\n \"You are the worst death knight I've seen!\"\n\n \"Lady mage, please block her way with some magic... please!\" She called out to Vashi.\" I cannot allow her to escape again, I beg you!!!\"",
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"text": "\"What?\"\n\nKathlin stared at the High Elf, then at Aleena, then at the High Elf again. \"Oh yes. I see.\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Well, Li and those three Night Elves are still fighting the Death Knight upstairs\" Kathlin commented lightly following an awkward pause. \n\n\"One of Night Elves summoned a Draenei, so now they're fighting the Death Knight too. She seemed to take offence to her existence – which I can understand, I suppose. This is….sorry, what did you say your name was?\"\n\nThis last question was directed at Silje. The girl did not seem terribly happy at even having the smallest amount of attention directed at her, as she visibly shrunk away from the Night Elves. \"Silje\"\n\n\"Silje. She's a student at the academy\" There was a loud crash of breaking wood from upstairs, which made the girl glance up with a smile on her face. \"Oh, apparently they're doing well up there\"\n\n*\n\n\"Elune….Li! Why did you do that!?\"\n\n\"Because you were in the way of anything stronger. Also, you're welcome\" Liaena snarked back as she took a swift detour around the two night elves to jump through the hole after the Draenei. The disturbing lightness of her satchel said a lot about exactly why she had chosen not to begin with something more explosive, and it wasn't anything to do with potential Rithrynn-related collateral damage. \"And get a move on!\"\n\nSkidding out of the door to the room she had created a door too from the study, Liaena almost crashed headlong into the strange Draenei that had apparently appeared out of nowhere during her brief stint in Lala-Land. Reservations towards random strangers showing up her house notwithstanding, Liaena could help but be impressed as the woman tore a giant strip of wood out of the door – already mostly shredded by Malizia's attentions – and hurled it over-arm down the corridor at the Death Knight. \n\n\"Lady mage, please block her way with some magic... please! I cannot allow her to escape again, I beg you!!!\"\n\n\"Feel like going faster then?\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\nMei seemed to only barely notice Liaena's presence at this point, giving her an odd look. \"Wh…\"\n\nIn one motion, the girl grabbed the back of the Draenei's jerkin – just above the belt, Mei truly dwarfed Liaena – and gave a sharp push forward. With the first touch, the Draenei felt herself undergo weightlessness as her feet bobbed off the ground. The push saw the Draenei careen forwards, completely unrestricted by gravity under the spell as she flew down the corridor after Malizia. The warrior was travelling far faster in her condition than Malizia could run, even if she was only barely in control of her own trajectory.\n\n-CRASH-",
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"Wonderful, thanks for your help, Apprentice Lennox, but we should not delay any moment longer!" Sharon was quick to state up towards Kathlin, smiling broadly as he raised a hand.
Tossing a quick look around, the tiny High Elf would spare Aleena's butt one last look.
"I don't think he's getting out of there anytime soon... "
Feeling confident that his previous opponent was now safely relegated to the secure confines of Sentinel Aleena's voluptuous backside, a mighty facility that left little chance of escape; Sharon's attention would then return to Kathlin as his thoughts moved on to Liaena...
... and the rather important fact that they had a Death Knight on the loose somewhere in the house as well!
"Let's go help them immediately!" With a snap of his fingers, Kathlin and Sharon would suddenly disappear in a magical blink, leaving behind only a surprised and rather frightened Silje as the girl just realized she had been abandoned in the middle of the great Night Elven melee!
Moments later, they would reappear in the hallway on the second floor. Just in time to see Malizia run towards the stairwell at the end of the hallway on their left. And the other large Draenei, Mei...
... coming flying straight towards them!
It was only through some quick thinking that Kathlin managed to take a step back just as Mei barreled past them like an airborne torpedo!
Clinging to Kathlin as to avoid being thrown off as the apprentice made the necessary evasive maneuvers to avoid the airborne Draenei, Sharon would catch a glimpse of Liaena coming from the other direction, offering her a positive wave and brief smile as he swung around on a strand of Kathlin's hair!
Further down the hallway, at Malizia, the Death Knight was in a mad dash for the stairwell; having just about reached it when she suddenly heard the familiar cry of Mei right behind her!
"What in the name of the shad,-" Malizia muttered, having barely taken the first step up the stairwell as she turned to look around, just in time to see Mei before the other large Draenei just collided right into her; the two of them crashing into the bottom of the stairwell with a heavy crunch that left at least some of the first steps broken beneath the two large warriors!
"Get OFF me!" Malizia would gasp for her breath, before raising one hoof and suddenly kicking Mei off her, panting as she turned around and hurried up the narrow side stairwell of the mansion.
As Mei was kicked back, she would notice a faint shimmer from her shoulder as the tiny figure of Sharon appeared on it, as if having magically blinked to her.
"Need a hand?" Sharon inquired with a smile, before laying one glove on the side of Mei's neck.
Muttering a quick word, Mei would soon find herself losing her footing of the material ground beneath her as the world all around her would give in to a complete darkness instead, and she would experience a sensation of falling. But the strange sensation would only last for a couple of seconds, for in the next moment, Mei would rematerialize back into the real world, this time staring straight down at an incoming Malizia!
Mei and Sharon had been teleported further up in the stairwell, right in front of the path of the fleeing Malizia!
However, because Malizia was already slightly dazed from being hit by Mei from before, it took the Death Knight a while to realize that her pursuer had suddenly appeared in front of her; Malizia's head hanging slightly low as she was instead focused on looking behind her as she was running up the stairs. The result of this would be that Malizia, unwittingly, would charge straight up against Mei, ramming the latter's stomach with her head! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Uhm…do you need any help!?\"\n\nPeering under Vashi's arm, Liaena stared up at the battle above them with a broad smirk across her face. \"I dunno. They look like they're doing OK without you\"\n\n\"Uhuh. Mister Dal'dieb helped a lot\" Kathlin concurred as she followed Liaena's gaze, although with a more concerned expression. \"That Draenei is really going to feel it in the morning\"\n\n\"Well, you could always Smite the death knight\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"Eh. I guess.\" Kathlin said in a distinctly unenthused tone. \"It almost seems rude\"\n\n\"….why?\" Liaena gave her a dubious look. \"For doubting their skills? You've spent too long with the Night Elves\"\n\n\"BIND HER, BLAST HER, TURN HER INTO CINDERS! EVERYTHING AS LONG AS IT'S EFFECTIVE!!\"\n\n\"Nooo…it's just…calling for divine assistance for something this petty? It's like asking the Light to fix a paper cut\"\n\n\"You call this petty?\" Liaena snorted, before glancing at Vashi. \"It's all yours then. I only have A-O-E\"\n\n-FWOOOOSSSSHH-\n\"GYAAAAH!\"\n\n\"The Light helps those who help themselves\" Kathlin stubbornly recited over the screams from upstairs. \"It's in the doctrine, if you ever read it\"\n\n\"AGAIN! HIT HER AGAIN!\"\n\n\"Doctrine written by the ike of Marshall? Sure sounds like words to live by\" Liaena snarked back at her companion, who merely gave her a slightly disgruntled look in return. \n\"Li, they hardly need divine intervention. A firebomb works just fine\"\n\n-BOOOM-\n\"ARRRRGH!\"\n\n\"Tragic. I'm banned inside the house\" \n-CRASH-\n\"Really. Somebody managed to ban you. The church needs to employ them\"\n\"The church can get nicer furnishings, then we'll talk\" \n\n-splat-\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Are they done?\" Kathlin queried into the sudden silence from upstairs. \n\"Looks like\" Liaena concluded as she stared upwards, before finally giving Vashi a second look. \"Oh did you say something earlier?\"",
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"text": "Stuck in the surprisingly strong grip of the Draenei barbarian, Malizia found herself unable to free herself.\n\nRather than trying to force her way out of Mei's grasp through brute strength however, she would instead raise her runeblade up to the side in order to slice it down alongside Mei's arm, leaving a small cut down its side. While the cut was nothing major in and of itself, the moment the naked blade of the Runeblade touched and pierced Mei's skin, it was as though a frigid chill shot like a shock through her arm, temporarily leaving her muscles there numb and unresponsive.\n\nThis created a small window of oppertunity that was all Malizia needed in order to get free from the brutish Draenei's lock and back away, before reaching back to unsheath her second runeblade!\n\nIn the meantime, Sharon had been desperately trying to hold on to Mei's hair while also trying to avoid being caught under either of the two combatans as the two large women had just tumbled a bit down the stairs. Regaining his balance on Mei's shoulder just in time to see Malizia reach for her other Runeblade, he would quickly point his silver staff at her hand and utter a single word:\n\n\"Ruth!\"\n\nAnd with that word of enchantment, a kinetic blast shot out from the tip of his staff, hitting Malizia's left hand just as she unseathed the Runeblade. This caused it to be blown back, losing its grip around the handle and leaving the second Runeblade to tumble down the stairs!\n\nHaving lost one of her Runeblades, Malizia's eyes soon flared with anger, as she noticed the annoying little High Elf on Mei's shoulder. But before she could bring her first Runeblade about in a strike, a gust of fire suddenly burst up from the middle of the stairwell, mostly aimed at her! \nRaising one arm to shield her face, she swiped her blade around, summoning a frigid blast that extinguished the gust of flame from Vashi! However, as soon as the flames had been quenched, another fireball soon made its way up the middle of the stairwell. \n\n\"Leave me be!\" Malizia cried out, clearly frustrated at this point!\n\nHowever, the fireball that made its way up towards them was no ordinary gust of flame. Instead, it was an explosive fireball, which was made abundantly clear as it suddenly detonated with a violent force behind Malizia, blasting her forward and right into Mei, who in turn was pushed forward by the flying Draenei to fly up to the top of the stairwell, smashing into the wall!\n\nPasted face to face into Mei, Malizia would pull her face back. At first, the Death Knight would narrow her eyes to cast a vicious glare at Mei and Sharon, before they suddenly opened in a more surprised look as the two Draenei soon found themselves peeling off the wall, and instead began falling down through the middle of the stairwell!\n\n\"I'll solve this!\" Sharon replied, quickly casting a slow fall spell on Mei, causing all of them to suddenly fall much slower in the air, almost rolling about mid air!\n\n\"Look, can you both just take a break for a moment? This is my house! I'd prefer if you did not break it any further!\" Sharon called out to the two struggling combatants. A battle of good vs evil be damned, at this rate there'd be nothing left of his mansion much longer!\n\nEspecially if Vashi continued playing with fire...\n\n\"And YOU! Yes, you, Vashi. Stop that! Stop!\" Sharon said as he hung up side down from Mei, pointing at Vashi, and then at some of the walls and steps of the stairwell which at this point had been singed.\n\nThe slow fall spell would not last for very long however, as Malizia, realizing that they had stopped, raised a fist and punched Mei right in the face, breaking the spell and causing all three of them to fall at full speed once more down towards the spectating apprentices and Night Elf Mage below!",
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"text": "What a curious situation this was, Mei thought. She was actually seemingly overpowering the death knight for the moment. Soon enough she would have been well in her strength to crush her enemy's neck, but as Ryuuna pulled her runeblade and cut her hand those pesky frost enchantments on the blades numbed her muscles for a moment. Ahhh the handicap of not wearing any armor right now… Mei right away prepared to fight as Melizia reached for her second runeblade, but luckily that was stopped by the tiny elf mage on her shoulder.\n\n As the blasts of fire were hurled towards the death knight, she quickly used the moment the enemy was distracted to stand up from the ground. Both her wounds were hurting and probably would have been interfering with the movement of most people, but for her it was just a mild annoyance for the moment. What she didn't expect was that the second fire blast exploded and propelled the death knight at her and then both of them up the stairs and into the walls.\n \n They sure enough found themselves face to face, the two draenei, desiring to kill each other. As the death knight pulled her face slightly away, Mei quickly prepared to headbut Melizia, but that was stopped when they once again found themselves falling down the middle of the stairs.\n\n \"Sadly can't help it, mister tiny elf mage.\" Mei replied when Sharon stopped their fall with his magic. She had barely any time to react when she was punched in the face by Melizia. As they began falling down yet again, Mei roared in rage using the fact the death knight was under her. Her eyes narrowed in anger, her muscles tensed up as she suddenly spun around in midair by masterfully altering her center of gravity and using the centrifugal force to spin with great speed. In the next moment she dropped her hoof onto the death knight's head. She was well used to aerial fighting form her days in Northrend… and the fighting on flying mounts and falling down cliffs and the like… Whatever don't kill you, makes you stronger right? \" Die… death knight!\" She roared as after the first dropkick, she was already doing the second spin to directly stomp the enemy under her as they were going to land.",
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"text": "\"And YOU! Yes, you, Vashi. Stop that! Stop!\"\n\nWhile normally very sensitive about criticism directed towards her use of magic, a thing she had had enough about in her time with the rest of the warband; Sharon's own comment did not even cross Vashi's mind.\n\nIn fact, what Vashi was more taken by was the fact that there were currently two very big Draenei butts( + one tiny Sharon) speeding down towards the populated bottom of the stairwell.\n\n\"Uh, girls, I think we should evacuate the area... \" Vashi quietly suggested as she looked down towards Kathlin and Liaena standing in front of her, before gently tugging them both by the back of their collars in order to pull the very curious girls away from the soon-to-be landing zone; the two seemingly having been too busy watching the fight and/or bickering with one another to really give a thought to their positioning! \n\n\"We need to give the combatants... \"\n\n*KRAK-BOOM*\n\n\" ... space.\"\n\nA loud boom echoed throughout the mansion as the two Draenei finally reached the bottom of the stairwell, their impact enough to shake the floorboards to the point they exhumed a thick cloud of dust up from between them that filled the entire bottom of the stairwell!",
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"text": "\"…..\"\n\n\"…..I hope your Mister Dal'dieb is insured\"\n\nStudying the huge cloud of dust, Liaena took a tentative step forward. \"What, against war zones? That'd be a premium\"\n\n\"You live with him. It's a reasonable expense\"\n\nCreeeeeeeeeak\n\n….\n\nCRACK\n\n….\n\nCRASHHHHHH!\n\nWith a very final splintering of wood, the much abused timber and plaster beneath the combatants gave way beneath the combined weight of Draenei + Draenei + Draenei's heavy Death-Knight armour. Liaena was left staring at a large hole in the floor, from which a slight fog caused by Malizia's frost spells gently rose.\n\n\"….I hope your Mister Dal'dieb is okay\"\n\n\"With his luck, he's probably stuck in the Death Knight's butt….\" Liaena hissed as she sat down at the edge of the hole, feet dangling over the edge as she started to lower herself in. \"…I'm going down there\"\n\n\"Okay\"\n\n Landing lightly on the floor of the room the pair had crashed into; Liaena identified the place as one of the many store rooms linked to the kitchen Miss Collins held sway over. In all likelihood the place would recently have been full, all of the shelves were now stripped courtesy of the Night-Elf storm that had swept through the manor….Liaena wasn't sure whether or not this constituted a silver lining.\n\nDrawing her dart-gun from a pocket, Liaena checked to ensure the thing was loaded with a suitable vial as she approached the groaning mass of limbs cautiously. \"Sharon? Hey, Sharon?\"",
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Sharon thought as the floor creaked beneath the two large, Draenei combatants, and the High Elf fell with them further down into the floor below, barely offered as much of a call as he fell down!
Being the first one to fall down, Sharon landed with a thud against the surface; his fall much lightened by his smaller volume, yet still enough to leave a bruiser.
"Not the floor... " Sharon muttered, half in distress over his ruined floor as he turned to look up, only to have his eyes suddenly expand in size as he realized that he was currently looking up at a pair of big, bubbly, dark blue buttocks belonging to none other than Malizia as the Death Knight was falling straight down towards him, rump first! The Draenei's hind quarters enough to dwarf most of the already considerable rears of the Night Elves!
"Oh crap... "
In an astounding feat of dexterity and agility, Sharon succeeded in planting his feet in the rubble below him, and kick off; causing him to perform a backflip through the air, soaringly elegantly backwards before landing on his feet!
And in just in time at that, as the second later, the big Death Knight would land flat on her butt right in the spot with a heavy *thud*, mere inches away from where Sharon was currently standing, the impact enough to shake the world around the tiny elf!
"That's one Draenei avoided. Now where's the other... ?"
Sharon thought to himself as he stared at the stunned Malizia's broad backside which currently took up most of his view, before turning his gaze upwards to look for the other who had yet to land. | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Are you okay? Sorry about the gate-crashers, I was about to throw them out…\"\n\n\"Yes, they are a bit persistent... \" \n\nSharon muttered as he glanced across to see Malizia fly across the cellar for a moment; courtesy of Vashi's magic; right before being kick-hammered right into the ground - coincidentally at the very same spot Sharon had been standing only seconds ago!\n\n\"That... might have been an inconvenience at best. Good save, Li!\"\n\nThe High Elf thought to himself, before smiling up at Liaena.\n\n\"That said, I think we have neutralized the most of them. Though what with some of them hidden as Night Elves, it's really hard to say. Maybe we should get Rithrynn or some other Night Elf who knows the warband very well to help us out.\" \n\nSharon reasoned as he thought about the intruders posing as Night Elves, which was a trick once used by Liaena now being used against them. Although he had to commend the intruders on their creativity, he was not so sure he could say the same about the execution of their plan. \n\nAnd they had defeated the Death Knight surprisingly easily...\n\n\"Speaking of Rithrynn, do you know where she is? I thought she normally spearheads us during these combat situations.\" Sharon would suddenly comment as he sat atop of Liaena's shoulder as she tended to Mei, throwing the girl a quizzical look.",
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"text": "The death knight was finally down, it took the berserker a few moments to realize it as she took a shaky step back and saw the night elf mage waving at her. She returned her a big sincere smile. She owned the night elf mage a huge debt.\n\n It was then that the human woman attracted her attention with the question. Well there was no way they met before… they may have passed on the street, but Stormwind is a huge city. There is no way to know everyone in it. When the other human woman interrupted and explained how Mei appeared, the berserker nodded.\" Yes… I'm not construct. Many years ago I was caught by warlocks… they did something to me back then and since that event I seem to be attracted to summoning portals… whoa…\" Mei suddenly was stopped mid explaining as Liaena, pushed her easily onto a chair. Well the draenei had no strength anymore. Her numbed by the berserker pain and sensations began to return.\" No problem, I doubt it will be worse than infernal fires… I will do love some alcohol to drink while you deal with the wound though…\" \n\n \"Miss… night elf mage…\" Mei called to Vashi, using her still working hand to call the mage closer.\" May I learn your name? I owe you a great debt of gratitude for summoning me here even if you didn't intend it.\" The draenei warrior said with a gentle smile.\" I would have hugged you, but my body refuses to move right now.\" She said to the mage.\n\n \"No matter what, I will return this debt with my whole being. Let me stay by your side from now on!\" The draenei pleaded to Vashi, her face sincere.\" I'm a good warrior, I will protect you well!\" She added quite humbly actually for her skills were way beyond simply good.",
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"text": "\"I will do love some alcohol to drink while you deal with the wound though…\"\n\n\"Well, we are in the cellar... \" Vashi would comment as her eyes drifted across the rows upon rows of shelves that had not been collapsed during the first fall. \n\nMost of them had already been scavenged dry by the rest of the warband in their endless search for more wine to keep their never-ending party going. However, Vashi was able to find a small bottle beneath one of the shelves, lying in the dark of a corner which the Night Elven mage picked up and brushed off, before bringing it towards Mei.\n\n\" I would have hugged you, but my body refuses to move right now.\"\n\n\"I, uh,-\"\n\n\"No matter what, I will return this debt with my whole being. Let me stay by your side from now on!\" \n\n\"I... \"\n\n\"I'm a good warrior, I will protect you well!\"\n\nAt that moment, Vashi simply froze right on the spot where she was standing in front of the sitting Draenei, merely holding the wine bottle as if she had completely forgotten what to do with it!\n\nWas this mysterious Draenei actually commenting on her magical skills and abilities as something that could be considered a positive thing?! Was she not going to scold her for any near-friendly fire incident or anything?! The gears that were usually churning away in Vashi's brain had come to a complete standstill at Mei's kind words and lofty promises, to the point she simply stood in front of her in completely silence for a couple of moments.\n\n\"That's... that's very sweet.\" Vashi eventually came to realize that the world was already moving ahead, as she quickly took a step closer to Mei, holding up the bottle to her.\n\"Oh, I think this is what you might want! I'm not that good with wine, but I think it's a good label! It looks fancy!\"\n\nAs she handed the bottle over to Mei, Vashi got a strange tingling in the back of her mind that there was something she was forgetting.\n\n...\n\n...\n\nNope, it was probably nothing! \n\nMaybe it was the fact that she didn't have a corkscrew, but that did not matter much, seeing as she had plenty of spells that could function in the place of one! Obviously she was not thinking clearly, she thought to herself, before finally smiling at Mei.\n\n\"You fought really well, miss Draenei. But you need to be more careful. I also recommend a swig or two before you let the human girl do her thing. I hear she's good, but can be quite rough!\"",
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"text": "\"I've heard one of those things, at least\" Kathlin observed dubiously as she floated slowly down from the hole in the ceiling. \"Li, maybe you should let me handle that\"\n\n\"Hmm…I've run out of disinfectant\" Liaena mused aloud as she peered at the most serious looking jagged wound in Mei's arm. Choosing to completely ignore the other apprentice, the girl's eyes fixated on the bottle Mei had just been handed. \"Perfect, thanks\"\n\nRemoving it with a deft swipe out of the much larger woman's hands, the girl reached into her bag to produce a corkscrew that she held like a weapon. Liaena then started to attack the cork with a vengeance, levering it slowly out of the bottle as Kathlin hovered behind with an Are-You-Sure-You-Know-What-You're-Doing look painted all over her face. \"Poultice\"\n\n\"….I do rank you, you know\"\n\nGlancing around briefly in the fairly decimated cellar, Kathlin reached down to grab the edge of her robe and tear off a sizeable length of it. Rolling this up and passing it to Liaena, the latter started cheerfully soaking it in alcohol. \"Really? Since when?\"\n\n\"Forever? But I passed an exam, so it's now official\"\n\n\"Well congratulations. I'm sure that gave you all you need in real-world skills\" Liaena said in a decidedly sardonic tone as she pressed the soaked poultice into the cut – hard. From Mei's perspective, it was as though her arm had just been set on fire. Kathlin watched her eyes anxiously for any sign of a bezerker rage. \"Tell me, did they test your kidnapability?\"\n\n \"No.\"\n\nKathlin pointed up at the Draenei, who looked as though she wasn't particularly enjoying being the centre of the two girls' attention – particularly Liaena's. \"Would you mind if I healed her now?\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Fine, fine….I've cleaned the wound for you\" the smaller girl grumbled after a long, grumpy silence. Shifting away from Mei, Kathlin replaced her at the Draenei's side, laying a hand on the still oozing wound as she gave Mei a light smile. \"I'm very sorry to hear about your warlock problem. Light protect you. And uhm, heal you\"\n\nClosing her eyes, Kathlin raised her chin up to look towards the ceiling as she began to mouth words silently under her breath. As she did so, a glow started to emanate from under the hand that was resting on Mei's arm, rapidly increasing to then fade away. As the girl finished the prayer and removed her hand, the bleeding wound was replaced with scarred tissue that looked like the injury was at least a week old. The girl gave her a somewhat awkward smile, shrugging her shoulders clumsily before moving on to the next injury, a far less grievous wound in her leg. \"I can't…uh, promise the protection bit, but I'll do my best\"\n\n\"She can't fight\" Liaena informed Mei in a loud, not-whisper. A hand reappeared briefly from behind the massive hulk that was Mei to hold up a finger defensively. \"Protect those. That protect themselves. Scripture!\"",
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] | With his question left hanging dead, Sharon nodded.
"I guess nobody knows where that girl is then."
Well, obviously with the exception of one; Naliyah, whom seemed to have some kind of mental GPS of Rithrynn, to know her every location. But Sharon had no clue as to where Naliyah was either.
"Not the most pressing matter, regardless!"
As the conversation between Kathlin and Liaena dragged on, with Kathlin being positioned on the other side of the big Mei, making her rather hard to see; the tense atmosphere became easily noticeable, to the point at which Sharon wondered if Mei couldn't genuinely taste the salt between the two priestesses.
"Hrmmmmgh... " A low groaning eminated from the other end of the cellar as the previously unconscious body of the Death Knight began to move, Malizia opening a weary eye as the bedraggled Draenei returned to life.
Noticing the crowd that had gathered on the opposite room of the cellar, with everyone gathered around Mei, Malizia would receive a small grin on her face. Suddenly raising an arm towards them, she would create a wave of energy that crashed into all of them.
Within seconds, the first thing the group would hear would be the quiet muttering from Malizia, before a wall of force hit them from behind, knocking Mei, Vashi, Kathlin, Liaena and Sharon forward with considerable force and into a pile on the other end of the room!
"Not today!" Malizia panted as she reached into a pouch hanging by her side, producing a scroll of some kind. Unfolding it and quickly muttering what sounded like an enchantment, the Death Knight would be consumed by a white light, before disappearing into thin air!
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Appearing outside, 30ft above the mansion, Malizia would rematerialize.
At first, she was smiling.
Then she was frowning, as she realized she was not standing on anything.
Then, looking down, and realizing she was currently hovering above the mansion; gravity about to kick in; she would gasp, before letting out a cry as she began falling!
Landing onto the tilted roof, she would crash into the snow, passing by a rather surprised Sentinel as she raced towards the edge!
"Shit! Shit-shit-shit-shit-sit!" Malizia would exclaim as she flailed around and sliding down through the half frozen snow on the roof, grabbing about to try to get ahold of something; which just so happened to be the end of the cloak of the surprised sentinel; whom in turn was dragged off her post and with Malizia as she continued downwards! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"This day just keeps getting better and better... \"\n\nSharon thought as he was picked up by Liaena. Being forcefully pushed and knocked back into a stone wall was rarely a fun experience for anyone, regardless of their size. Though for whatever consolation it was, his sudden meeting with the wall had not been accompanied by an equally sudden meeting with the rear end of a large Night Elf flying in behind him or similar. \n\nAll things considered, it could have been worse.\n\n\"Is that right, Mister Dal'dieb?\"\n\n\"Yes, if she's using a normal scroll of teleportation, she should be within 30 feet of the mansion in any direction. But although the barrier may have stopped the teleportation short, it won't prevent her from simply running past it once she's out.\" Sharon would reply to Kathlin as he looked towards the apprentice, suddenly smiling as he nodded with his head.\n\"And good job on that description on the nature of spacial magic. I could almost have sworn it was something you had taken out of one of my own arcane thesis a couple of centuries back!\"\n\nCommendations aside, Sharon soon realized that they had a more pressing matter; that being the runaway Death Knight who was presumably getting closer and closer to escaping for every moment they wasted chatting.\n\n\"We should not delay, however. Either the front yard or the roof will be our best way of spotting her! Once we do, I got a couple of spells that could help us catch her.\"",
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"text": "Vashi was rather surprised at the sound of Liaena and Kathlin's noticeably not-pained voices, before realizing that she and Mei were in fact floating; fact that had initially completely passed her by due to being so caught up in Mei's eyes to really notice!\n\n\"Wait, you're saying the Death Knight is gone? ... \"\n\nIt took a while, but eventually Vashi would succeed in tearing her attention away from the Draenei to look around for the second Draenei; which at this time was nowhere to be seen, having seemingly vanished from her spot.\n\n\"It's almost like every cheesy story ever... when the heroes got the upper hand against the villain, he just uses some cheeky means to escape right out of their clutches!\"\n\n\"You – Vashi. Save the canoodling for later. Do you know where that Death Knight went!? She must have teleported, right? Can you trace that?\" \n\n\"Oh, easy!\" Vashi gleamed as she sat up on the hovering Mei, raising a hand whilst concentrating on something. A blue, shimmering mist briefly wreathed her fingers, before she suddenly looked up and pointed at the roof.\n\"Oh, she went that-a-way! Straight up, if we hurry, we'll... WHOAAAAHH!\"\n\nVashi was in the middle of explaining while also at the same time trying to get off Mei. But even though the Draenei was suspended in the air above the ground, she was by no means stabilized; a fact soon discovered by Vashi as she, and Mei, suddenly spun around mid-air as the mage had accidentally leaned too far to the right!\n\n*\n\nMeanwhile, up in one the high towers of the mansion that Captain Serphia had made her own, the door would open up as the Captain walked in with a big smile on her face.\n\n\"Ohh Syn'dial, I never realized before that you looked so beautiful... \" Serphia would speak, gazing down at something she was holding in her hand; which on further inspection would reveal itself to be the shrunken form of Rithrynn, the tiny sentinel trying desperately to wriggle herself out of the Captain's grip while throwing her a pleading look.\n\n\"Uh, mistress, clearly you are mistaken! You are not yourself, you'd normally never say,- !\"\n\nHowever, in her rapid talk, Rithrynn would be promptly silenced as Serphia laid a finger on her mouth!\n\n\"Sshhh... I may have been mistaken my entire life, but that does not make this realization any less true.\" Serphia said with a smirk as she placed Rithrynn down on one of the cupboards next to the bed, before the Captain next moved her hands to begin unbuckling and removing her sentinel uniform with an impressive degree of efficiency. Although perhaps there was not much to remove to begin with...\n\nRithrynn, whom had been about to say something in the beginning, was left dumbstruck and with her jaw hanging as the tiny elf simply gazed up at the massive, towering body of her Captain now looming in front of her, most of her view taken up by Serphia's large hips right in front of her!\n\n\"One moment, just you and me, it will be... \" Serphia was about to begin talking when suddenly she would be interrupted by a scream from outside!\n\nLooking to her left and out the window, Serphia's eyes would widen as she saw one of her Sentinels + Death Knight just slide down the side of the roof outside the tower in a duo of shrieks!\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\"Should we investigate that?\" Rithrynn carefully suggested, looking up at her Captain with a hopeful look.\n\n\"Oh no, they got it under control.\" Serphia would quickly reason, before turning back to gaze down at Rithrynn with a particularly mischievous grin on her face!\n\"Now, where were we... \"\n\n*\n\n\"LET. GO. OFF. ME!\" The Sentinel would shout as she hung from the edge of the roof, with the heavy baggage of the big Malizia hanging from her legs below as the Sentinel squirmed around, trying to get the Draenei off!\n\n\"You fell first, tentacle face, so you should make the drop!\"",
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"text": "\"Yes, she teleported just as she hit us with some form of magic attack that led us to our current position.\" Mei explained as Liaena started to panic up a little, searching for Sharon.\" He should be fine… somewhere…around here I think.\"\n\n \"She wouldn't be able to move very fast for a while at least.\" Mei said to the rest as they wanted to chase after Melizia.\" The damage she took will take some time to heal, not to mention I nearly shattered her skull with that stomp earlier. It would be frankly miracle if she can walk in straight line.\" Mei stated with a smile, as she found herself being the comfortable sitting place for the night elf mage on her. Vashi looked adorable.\n\n What she didn't expect was the fact they spun in midair as the centers of gravity changed, but they still were kept in midair. Mei quickly pulled Vashi into a hug to protect the night elf's head from meeting the stone floor.\n\n \"Careful there…\" She said, no being above Vashi.\" Can someone break this levitation already?\" She asked with a frown.\" And while you are at it, it would be good if we teleport outside.\" \n\n \"As for you…\" She said, looking back at Vashi.\" Call me Mei… My name is Meirie Leran, but everyone calls me simply Mei cause it's easier.\" She said with a smile, now that she learned the night elf's name – Vashi.\" You know, you do have a very pretty name, miss Vashi…\"\n\n \"But yeah… I suppose we have to leave the personal stuff for later… someone break the levitation and let's go.\"",
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"text": "\"Oh, yes. Sorry\" Kathlin responded lightly, and waved a hand in their general direction. The spell abruptly ended, with Vashi and Mei falling a few inches to end up a heap on the floor together. Neither seemed to mind much. \n\n\"Right…fine, but I'd sooner not risk her teleports\" Liaena muttered as she studied the pair, before throwing the high elf on her shoulder a quick glance. \"Could you get us out there, Sharon?\"\n\n\"Of course…\"\n\nRaising a hand that was then wreathed in purple light, the High Elf snapped his fingers and a shimmering portal materialised in the air in front of them. Liaena was quick to jump through without a second thought, the high elf still riding on her shoulder.\n\n\"….\"\n\nTaking a look at the pair at her feet, Kathlin bent over to pick up the hopelessly tangled Draenei and Night Elf in one hand and forcibly push them at and through the portal. That being done she immediately jumped through herself, as the tear in the world abruptly vanished after her. \n\n*\n\n\"LET! GO! OF! ME!\"\n\n\"Subtle.\" Liaena observed as she stared up from the lawn now covered with slush and snow. The source of the racket could not have been more clear, with Malizia clinging onto a Night Elf clinging desperately onto the roof. It was also a clear display for any random person that saw fit to take an interest, either from any of the other large mansions on the street, or the street itself. Kathlin characteristically, looked concerned. \n\n\"They're going to wake up the neighbours\"\n\n\"My heart bleeds\"\n\nThat was the very moment that with a nasty ripping sound, the drainpipe the Night Elf was clinging onto came clean off the wall as both started to plummet towards the ground! The fall only lasted a moment however, as a moment later it was arrested for the pair to start gently floating down the height of the house as if falling through quicksand. \n\n\"Impressive escape that. She sure showed us\"\n\nLiaena shook her head before glancing down at Mei, giving her a slightly nasty smile as she gestured toward the other Draenei. \"Think you've got enough left to take her down? Or would you prefer us to do the honours?\"",
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] | "Think you've got enough left to take her down? Or would you prefer us to do the honours?"
Sharon offered the bizarre spectacle in front of them a slightly odd gaze as as he studied the squabbling Night Elf and Draenei(that being the sentinel and Malizia, not Mei and Vashi) as they gently floated down towards the ground.
"They'll probably touch the ground in a few seconds. I recommend a long-range solution." Sharon commented as he passed a look over at Mei and Vashi, who still stood close together behind them.
"Not to talk less of your impressive martial skills or anything, but Death Knights are the most dangerous up close. I think the apprentices can deal with this situation before it goes out of hand."
The High Elf explained, throwing Mei a small smile and a nod. However, as he was gazing towards the Draenei warrior, Sharon would also notice a mother and her young child walking past the gate of to the mansion property. The kid, apparently having seen the spectacle going on inside, would begin to jump up and down as he pointed at the Death Knight and Sentinel currently floating through the air from the roof!
"Mommy! Mommy! Look, those weird things are fighting in the sky!" He would exclaim enthusiastically, trying to get his mother's attention.
But the latter did not seem to share the kid's opinion of the situation, as she quickly turned the boy around and began a hurried pace away from the outskirts of the mansion property.
"Don't look at that weird elf's house, Timmy! It is a foul den of sin and debauchery." She instructed her kid as she walked off!
In the meantime, Sharon tried to raise a hand towards the mother, calling out to her.
"Good day to you too, Ms, Marrowstalk!"
The High Elf called out from where he stood on Liaena's shoulder, but was completely ignored by the mother as she walked away with her child, thwarting any attempts from the latter to turn around to get a second glance at the situation! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"You should probably stop that, you know. Violence breaks the cantrip\" Kathlin stated as they stared up at the struggling Night Elf and Draenei. Based on her volume and the fact that the pairs attempts to murder each other did not abate even for a moment, it was unlikely they had heard her. \n\n\"Not to talk less of your impressive martial skills or anything, but Death Knights are the most dangerous up close. I think the apprentices can deal with this situation before it goes out of hand.\"\n\n\"Well I am an expert in not getting out of hand, after all\" Liaena remarked dryly as she produced her dart gun out of a pocket. Checking the other pocket, she found a vial that – after a fleeting glance at the label – was pushed into the holster. Walking forward towards where Malizia was floating slowly down through the air, the girl unceremoniously took aim and fired. A small dart sunk into the neck of the un-helmeted Draenei…given her current fight with the Night Elf, it was probably not even noticed. \n\n\"….\"\n\n\"So what was that supposed to do?\" Kathlin asked, after a few seconds in which nothing appeared to happen. Liaena stared up at the duo, an annoyed look crinkling her forehead. \"Knock her out. Maybe I mislabelled it?\"\n\nFloating down through the air, Malizia shivered slightly as a strange sensation came over her for a moment. Blinking slightly, she shook her head to look back up at the Night Elf. The beautiful Night Elf, with that purpled flush of anger in her cheeks only adding to her charm. A perfectly oval face, a voluptuous body…that young fresh skin…\"\n\n-SMUCK-\n\n\"MRRRRGHHHH!\"\n\n\"….\"\n\nThe two apprentices merely stared up, momentarily speechless as the Draenei lunged forwards to catch the Night Elf and kiss her full on the lips. Judging by the Night Elfs reaction, this was not exactly well received – however the embrace Malizia had her in prevented her from reaching for weapons for the moment. \"…you definitely mislabelled it\"\n\n\"Hrm. Yeah.\" Liaena acceded to this. \"I wondered where that went\"\n\n\"Why do you have a love potion?\"\n\n\"RGGGH!\"\n\n\"Rithrynn needed a boyfriend. It was a work in progress\"",
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"text": "\"Rithrynn needed a boyfriend. It was a work in progress\"\n\nWatching the rather steamy encounter between the suddenly very lovable Death Knight and a rather furious Night Elf Watcher who was only getting angrier and angrier, Sharon would take the time to raise an eyebrow at Liaena at that mention.\n\n\"A love potion in order to procure her a boyfriend? That does sound a little bit drastic.\" Sharon said, as he thought about the potion's potential uses. Indeed, Rithrynn may not have the most eloquent charm, so he might understand the need to give her some drastic \"assistance\". Although he almost felt a little bit sorry for whatever poor schmuck might become the eventual target of the final product. \n\nThe High Elf took a while to just stare at the bizarre situation in front of them, in the form of a Draenei and a Night Elf floating down through the air, involved in a very one-sided kissing match.\nMalizia's higher weight class apparently gave her quite the edge of the Night Elf, whom Sharon knew from experience to be quite seasoned warriors themselves.\n\n\"I don't think our Death Knight is going anywhere... \"\n\n\"YOU BI,- MRGGHHH!\"\n*Smuck*\n\n\" ... at least as long as that watcher does not.\"\n\nSharon commented with a very analytical look on his face as he studied the situation in front of them with great detail.\n\n\"Maybe another potion might be in order. Just do watch your aim.\" Sharon spoke after a pause, leaning over towards Liaena's ear as he watched the love-filled wrestling match of Malizia and the Sentinel in front of them, which did present a small risk that Liaena might accidentally hit the Night Elf. Then again, her potions usually did not have a harmful effect.\n\n... usually.\n\n\"Speaking of Rithrynn, have any of you seen her?\"",
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"text": "Casting some concerned places over at the occasional bypassers who were eyeing the situation with wide eyes, Vashi would place a hand on Mei's shoulder as she whispered to her.\n\n\"I don't think you should be so violent - especially not out and about in public like this.\" She whispered quietly to Mei, subtly motioning towards the street outside of the mansion garden. \n\nHowever, Adrianne would be no less surprised than anybody else when the sudden change of demeanor struck the Death Knight; as the fallen Draenei suddenly embraced the Sentinel with a great hug and kiss. Vashi's mouth would drop when she saw this, throwing a look of surprise between that of Malizia & the Sentinel, and Liaena.\n\n\"Luci, I did not know that you... \" Vashi was about to say as she looked at the loving & squabbling pair of Death Knight and Sentinel, though managed to hold back what she was about to say to look around at the rest of the party.\n\nRealizing that the situation was getting a lot more steamy in front of them, Vashi would eventually look over to Mei as she motioned towards the front entrance of the house as she grabbed her arm as she attempted to lead her towards it.\n\n\"It seems they got the situation under control, but we need to get you fixed! You took a terrible beating that last fight and I do not want to see you develop any terrible gangrene or experience any delayed curses!\" \n\nVashi was saying as she began leading Mei towards the front of the mansion, while throwing the rest of the group in the form of the priestesses & tiny High Elf a quick look.\n\n\"I think I saw her last in your study, High Elf... together with the Mistress. Was that the same potion as you just used?\"\n\nShe asked quizzically as she looked down at Liaena.",
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"text": "Mei watched in utter confusion as the death knight was drugged by a love potion!? What in the twisted nether was going on here? She looked around, noticing how… casual it seemed for the rest of the group.\n\n \"Is making people fall in love via potions common in your circles or something?\" She asked, considering the fact it also happened back in the mansion with the two night elves. One of which who Mei supposed was the warband's leader.\n\n \"Doesn't matter really…\" Mei replied with a shrug.\" I said the truth if any of the people who pass by have a problem with it, they can complain as much as they want… When an enemy needs to die it's best to not dally it…\" She stated, her eyes narrowing.\" Leaving enemies to live, will only cause you problems later on. That woman is dangerous and she had given in to the darkness willingly.\"\n\n \"Huh…?\" The draenei warrior made a questioning and confused sound as she was dragged away by the night elf mage to whom she swore loyalty. They already healed her wounds mostly back in the basement…\" But my…\" She wasn't given the chance to say it though. \n\n \"Miss Vashi… My wounds have been taken care of already. I'm fine and if there are after effects, they will vanish in a few hours tops.\" Meirie said as she was pulled back towards the mansion by the night elf mage.\" There is no need to be that concerned about me!\" Mei pleaded.\" My body heals fast due all the training I went through. Once I fix and patch up my clothes it will be like the fight didn't even happen…\"",
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"text": "\"Oh, would you like any assistance? I can…\"\n \nKathlin began as she started to walk after Vashi and the protesting Mei, before she received a sharp tug on the sleeve pulling her back. \"Er…no. You don't want to assist with that\"\n\n\"….\"\n\nLiaena jerked her head after the departing pair with a slight smirk on her face as she sketched finger quotes around her words. \"She'll make her, 'comfortable'\"\n\n\"…Oh\"\n\nKathlin glanced at Mei and Vashi, the latter having lovingly pushed the former almost into the house at this point. \"I had the impression Kel'dorei were a lot more xenophobic than this\"\n\n\"Oh, they are. It's just, that never seems to matter when there is hotness involved\" Liaena said scornfully as she turned back to the more pertinent matter at hand: Malizia and the unfortunate watcher. \"Sorry Sharon. You were saying?\"\n\n\"Mmmmmwrrghh! RRGH! !!!\"\n\n\"Oh yeah\" \nThe girl stated as she produced her bag, to start poking through it again after a non-love-potion. Kathlin meanwhile, continued to follow the progress of Vashi and Mei curiously. \"You think she's hot?\"\n\n\"….well, objectively yes. In a tentacle-ally sort of way\" Liaena said dubiously as she loaded another vial into her gun. Taking aim more carefully this time, a dart sunk into the Draenei's neck. The Night Elf, who's face had gone quite black with rage, fought herself free reasonably easily as Malizia flopped to the ground to start snoring loudly. \"You DARE…DIE!! DI-zzzzzzz\"\n\n\"nice job\" Kathlin complimented lightly as the second humanoid hit the floor. Liaena merely shook her head.\n\"I'm going to run out of drugs again on these idiots\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Soo…are we going to try and interrogate this one as well? Preferably before Serphia shows up?\" Liaena enquired as she looked over to Sharon with a smile.A moment later, a frown crinkled her brow as a thought struck her. \"Where is Serphia, anyway?\"\n\n\"You shot her\"\n\n\"I did?\"\n\n\"Yes. You looked as though you were under an all-sensory illusion\" Kathlin remarked. \"She didn't fall unconscious though. Did you use that love potion, do you think?\"\n\n\"…..maaaybe…\" Liaena said slowly as she looked down at the two bottles in her hands, comparing the remaining contents of each. \"Where is Rithrynn anyway? She might know\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"Hmm. Well\" Liaena finally said carefully, in a tone of voice that was clearly trying hard not to laugh in the face of two hard stares from Kathlin and Sharon. \"I guess that objective was completed. Uh, sort of.\"",
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] | There was an awkward moment as the group eventually came to realize what had happened to Serphia, and presumably, to Rithrynn as well.
Sharon felt the palm of his hand instinctively try to move towards his face, but managed to resist the urge to face palm at the whole ordeal. Letting out a long sigh, he would eventually speak up, looking at Liaena.
"Substitute boyfriend with potentially hyper-obsessive, power-loving dominatrix girlfriend, and I believe you may have reached your mission goals." He would comment, offhandly considering teleporting back to his office. Though he was not sure if he would even find Rithrynn there anymore.
Still, there was another matter that required his attention.
Looking down at the Draenei Death Knight now lying in the slurry, half-melted snow in front of them, with an equally unconscious Night Elf watcher lying on top of her in turn; using the Death Knight as a big mattress; Sharon would nod.
"We definitely should interrogate her before anything else." Sharon concluded with a thoughtful expression on his face as he analysed Malizia.
"She is bound to have valuable information. Granted, interrogating a Death Knight is not something that I have ever done before. We also have some intruders masquerading as Night Elves in the mansion, whom we should probably deal with as well."
Still, Sharon thought, in all of the chaos that had ensued, there was one thing that had worked out in their favor.
"Thankfully, I think Rithrynn will buy us valuable time by... distracting Serphia. Still, we probably should try to help the girl before she gets too deep into trouble." | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"My body heals fast due all the training I went through. Once I fix and patch up my clothes it will be like the fight didn't even happen… \"\n\n\"Oh don´t be silly, miss! Physical exercise does not help your body heal faster. Only proper diet, sleep, divine and transmutation magic can hasten the body´s natural regenerative properties!\" Vashi was quick to interject, correcting the Draenei as she \"guided\" her towards the mansion door.\n\n\"I may be no official healer, but through my long studies, I´ve come to learn a bit about everything aswellasincludingthelonglostsecretsandcosmicpowerofthearcane, and additionally enough about physiology to tell you that that is just not... \"\n\n\"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh... \"\n\nHowever, as she was rambling away and had just extended her arm to reach out towards the ramshackled mansion door, a loud gasp of sheer delight from what Vashi recognised to be from no one else but Serphia suddenly emanated from one of the windows high above the roof!\n\n...\n\nFor a moment, Vashi would not speak at all. Instead, she would simply stare at the door with a raised eyebrow. The momentary confusion would not last long however, as she promptly opened the door and walked in.\n\n\" ... as I was saying, or rather, to summarise it all up, you need to be checked. You were hit by a Runeblade. Do you have any idea how dangerous those things are?\" Vashi said, but would throw Mei a sly wink as they entered into the main atrium. At this point, the full out melee brawl that had been going on earlier had simmered down...\n\n... somewhat.\n\nThat being, the number of fighting Night Elves had been reduced by a large amount. Most of them had either retreated to the side to try to recover or throw off their dizziness, and a lot of them were knocked down on the ground, lying sprawled about in various different poses. In the middle of the room, Lithrielle and Aleena could be seen in a fierce competition with some of the remaining sentinels.\n\n\"And don´t mind those two, it´s quite a normal celebration!\" Vashi would quickly explain to Mei in reference to Aleena and Lithrielle as she lead the Draenei along the outskirt of the fighting, just as a drunk sentinel wearing a hilariously ill-fitting, half torn ball gown was thrown right past them and into the wall on the opposite side - leaving behind a solid elf-mark in the wall.\n\n\"And I think they might be almost done!\"",
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"text": "\"But I've been fine with my natural healing a lot so far…\" Mei protested as she was pulled after the mage girl who showed surprising strength of arm for someone of her vocation… well she was a night elf so physical strength wasn't normally a surprise. So even mages of that exotic( really wild) race were very strong.\n\n That said while she was trying to protest a cry of pleasure by female voice rang through the area… Meirie by instinct looked up at the source of the noise… Someone was having fun up there… A flash of memory ran through her mind, remembering the night elf who gave her the sword earlier… this mage referred to her as captain… Well she was the one hit by the love potion earlier right?\n\n After the initial surprise on the side of the night elf mage, Mei was quickly pulled after her into the mansion again. This girl for some reason just didn't want to leave this alone and while Mei felt flattered, it should have been the other way around… She should be the one taking care of Vashi.\n\n \"Yes… I've been struck by runeblades a few times in the past…\" She replied, as a brief memory of distant battle in the frozen north flashed before her eyes, but she didn't get into details as the drunken night elf flew past them and into the wall.\n\n \"Alright… miss Vashi, let it happen like you want it to.\" She finally gave in and agreed to let Vashi do whatever she wanted.\" Just lets move away before we get dragged into the brawl… I cannot protect you from stray punches without hurting anyone in the present…\" She pleaded, moving to stand in between the mage and the place where the drunken brawl was taking place.\n\n She vaguely wondered now why the mage seemed just a tad bit distanced from the others… all other night elves she saw so far were either having a friendly drunken brawl, or were teaming up against the death knight. Vashi was ordered around without any consideration… Was this because of the magic she harbored? She knew the opinion of the night elves about arcane magic… so she concluded that was most likely the case.\n\n \"There must be a more quiet area somewhere at the back of the mansion…\" She said, looking down at one corridor leading towards the back where the back entrances were.",
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"text": "\"Thankfully, I think Rithrynn will buy us valuable time by... distracting Serphia. Still, we probably should try to help the girl before she gets too deep into trouble.\"\n\n\"….ehh…yeah…\" Liaena mumbled finally, pushing her hair away from her forehead in a facepalm of her own as she looked towards the house. It was a sign of how flummoxed the girl was by the situation that she did not even attempt to pick up the obvious joke at Rithrynn's expense.\n\n\"I assume you mean 'deep' literally\"\n\n\"Yes, yes, he did mean that\" Liaena muttered to Kathlin as she turned her attention back to the unconscious Draenei lying at their feet. \"Okay. You're right, we should at least try and interrogate this bitch before we go get Rithrynn back. Help me get her inside, Kitty\"\n\n\"Uh, sure\"\n\n\"Okay\" Liaena nodded as the Draenei started to float towards the house, walking beside her as she mentally ran through the bad-guy checklist in her head. \"There were some other intruders, a high elf –\"\n\n\"He got sat on\"\n\n\"—fine, we'll dig him out later. Other than that, we had a load of randoms I'm guessing the Night Elves beat up, and some girl Kitty decided to mother. She'll still be running around the house, I'm guessing\" Liaena said thoughtfully, before looking over at Kathlin. \"You should go find her, and bring her over. She'll be a good witness\"\n\n\"…I rather doubt they told her anything noteworthy, but sure\" Kathlin said dubiously as they walked in through the rug. Predictably, Mei and Vashi were nowhere to be seen. Glancing around, Kathlin hesitated before looking back at Liaena who was giving her an expectant look. \"…You want me to go get her now?\"\n\n\"Well she's only going to stumble into a room full of tigers or Serphia, and I'm not sure which is worse. I'm not completely heartless\" Liaena sniffed. \"Somebody should probably look after her. Light knows her own team isn't\"\n\n\"....right\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"You're trying to get rid of me while you do something morally questionable with that Death Knight, aren't you?\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"No! Of course not! We'll wait for you, if you really want to sit in on this\" Liaena exclaimed in a tone of wounded innocence in the face of Kathlin's stare. \"I mean, I was just thinking of that girl….she is going to get eaten by a tiger you know, that bit's true\"\n\n\"….yes, okay. I'm going\" Kathlin said wearily as she turned towards the stairs. \"….you know technically speaking, I need to write a report on this assignment. That'll make interesting reading\"\n\n\"Well, I'll proof read. And censor.\" Liaena called back as the other girl's footsteps grew fainter till they could not longer be heard over the snoring of the Night Elf in half a ball gown. \"…Okay fine. Let's get this one into the cellar before any remotely sober Night Elves show up.\"\n\nThe girl was already moving as she spoke, Malizia floating behind her as she moved towards one of the side corridors where she knew there was a servant staircase into the cellars. \"Also, Death Knights. Any idea which buttons to press?\"",
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] | "Hard to say without knowing the person, not that I'd suggest Death Knights are known for their diverse and colorful personalities. At least in anything other than their favorite atrocities and torture styles." Sharon would reply from Liaena's shoulder as the High Elf cast a thoughtful gaze behind them at the large, hovering body of the Draenei.
A Draenei that was still much larger and bigger than either of the two, utterly dwarfing Liaena and absolutely massive compared to the smaller High Elf.
"We're going to need a lot of rope."
A single bodyslam from her would probably be enough to put both Liaena and Sharon out of the game, and that was without even taking into account the fact that she was also in possession of dark and terrible magic!
Restraining the Death Knight would be half of the job, Sharon suspected. He had no intention of letting the Death Knight run loose in her cell, especially with Liaena around. And him. Nothing good could ever come out of it, as he had no intention of ever underestimating his opponent.
Such a mistake had cost his entire race, nay; the entirety of the northern kingdoms dearly!
"To begin with, I'd suggest pretending to know more than we actually do, and thus lure her to potentially leak more knowledge. Other than that, I know that Death Knights tend to be pretty high up in the hierarchy usually, in both the Scourge, and presumably; any other organization that would want their service. Therefore, we should try to play on her ego. The more we can get her riled up, the easier this should be. Provided she is tied down properly."
As they walked through the mansion, stepping over drunk-half Night Elves in various different poses and figures on the floor(and some even along the walls), as well as in various states of consciousness, the High Elf magi could not help but grimace at the sight of his own house. The first floor was truly in a state of disrepair at this point, a large number of the furniture either broken or lost(and presumably broken), one wall even had an elf-shaped hole in it, wine-stains covered the wall paintings, and at least half a dozen of elven arrows stuck in random walls.
"Invite the warband they said, it'll be fun they said... and expensive!"
"Seeing as we don't have any of the elves with us, I don't think the intimidation route is going to work. We're going to have to play this one smart. Ideally, this would be best if we could conduct multiple interrogations all at once."
Pausing in his long thoughts, the High Elf would lean back as he looked up at Liaena, now with a smile on his face as he eyed the girl.
"You and that Kathlin girl, you make quite the team together, don't you?" He would comment with an almost amused look on his face as he studied Liaena's reaction.
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Stalking the upper levels of the mansion would be Silje, the girl having successfully managed to flee the utter chaos that reigned in the lower levels of the mansion.
However, she had also been separated from the two other human girls of Liaena and Kathlin, the latter who appeared to be the only source of semi-sanity in the whole house. Cursing her luck, Silje knew that she would never again in her entire life ever sign herself off to a mysterious organization ever again, no matter how much of her student loan they had promised to pay in return!
Such a thing was what had gotten her into this terrible situation in the first place! She would rather have taken two jobs than suffer a single day of this madness!
However, as she went from room to room, trying to find a suitable window from which she could climb down from and thus avoiding the chaos below; opening one of the doors; the sight she saw on the other side would cause the girl to suddenly stop and freeze just where she stood, her jaw dropping!
Staring into the room, she saw the terrifying visage of the crazy elven Captain who had chased her earlier! ... minus her clothes, though it did not seem to bother the elf, who looked surprisingly happy. And there was a smaller Night Elf too. And by the light, what was she doing to that little elf?!
Silje simply remained frozen on the spot in the half open door, her eyes glued to the scene inside the room with a mix of pure, unadulterated terror and sheer, overwhelming confusion!
... and perhaps a bit of curiosity. | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"However you wish, miss Vashi...\" Mei had given up on trying to argue already and was simply following the night elf mage. The very idea of an arcane wielding night elf seemed absurd at first. Mei herself had spend some time at the lands of the night elves years ago when the relationships between their two nations were forming so she got a chance to study their libraries and ancient texts... at least withing the allowed range without trying to read secret documents and the like. What she did learn was that night elves abandoned anything arcane related thousands of years ago... why this night elf used magic like this was quite the mystery for the draenei warrior.\n\n \"Will not be surprised... \" Meirie added at the statement of possible secret laboratories down in the basement somewhere. It was the perfect place for it really, underground so the noise from it would be deafened, no flashes of light to alert the surroundings and very well protected in case... something blows up.\n\n \"Don't worry miss Vashi... from now on I will protect you and your things. If someone wants to take something or touch something, I will give them a stern scolding.\" She said with a smile, wondering exactly how big was the basement of this mansion. She knew that they were big for she had entered one of the other estates before for work. Had to clean a basement from some hostile beasts... how they ended there she did not ask for the pay was good back then.\n\n \"Miss... I've been meaning to ask, but how did you end in a night elven warband?\" The warrior asked eventually.\" I mean a woman with your abilities would surely have other prospects?\"",
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"text": "\"Wow. You might need to restock these, Sharon\"\n\nA low but still very noticeable mental groan could almost be felt emanating from the smaller High Elf on Liaena's shoulder as she entered into the (now posthumously) room o jam.\n\nSharon said nothing, but merely gazed at the rows upon rows of empty or missing bottles of jam, half of which lay scattered across the floor in an unceremonious fashion. Indeed, the Night Elves had apparently not afforded even the jam any more mercy than they had the wine storage by the looks of it! The mage could only dread the number at the end of the bill once everything had been refilled.\n\nPerhaps it might even be better just to let Friedrick burn said bill before he could even see it.\n\n\"It's the antidote. Take it. I don't want to mislay you down here\"\n\n\"I think there are worse places you could mislay me. And you don't have to leave the house to find them.\" Sharon said half-jokingly, half concerned as he threw a quick glance around before he accepted the potion.\n\nMoments later, he would stand back at his full, very-much-so normal and not-pocket-sized stature. Taking a moment to tidy up his deep azure blue robe and adjust the mithril chestplate under it so that it sat properly, the blond haired High Elf would step over to where Liaena was working not far from the unconscious body of the large Death Knight. As he came close enough, he would extend his staff wielding arm and a bit of his cloak as well as he wrapped it around Liaena as she was working, before speaking as he looked towards her.\n\n\"I think you did really well today, Liaena. My brother has made this life anything but easy... no matter how much you may make it seem the exact opposite sometimes. I really appreciate having you by my side, Liaena.\" He smiled, simply taking a moment where he simply looked at her.\n\nThat attention however would be broken by a low groan emanating from the now half-sleeping Draenei as she shuffled somewhat around on the floor, slowly recovering from her sleep.\n\nCasting a look between Liaena and Malizia, Sharon would reach into his arcane pouch hanging at his side with his other hand to produce a pair of handcuffs made out of Thorium, with some mystical magical runes written into them. \n\n\"I got some anti-mage cuffs that could prevent her from casting any spells... \" Sharon explained as he held them up in front of Liaena with a slight grin, before suffering the inevitably stare that any man outside of law enforcement would receive when casually revealing himself to be carrying handcuffs.\n\"You never know when they might come in handy... totally not a souvenir from my academy time in Dalaran, no... \"\n\n...\n\n\"Anyhow!\" Brushing past the awkward silence, he'd look back at Liaena.\n\"They would block her spells, but I don't think you'd be able to shrink them. So we are going to have to make a choice, whether we want to contend with a shackled 8ft tall martial monstrosity of death - literally -, or a shrunk adept student of some of the darkest magic known to mortals and deities alike.\"\n\nNodding, he'd gaze slightly away.\n\n\"Just like... whichever option you'd feel the most comfortable with.\"",
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"text": "\"Ohhh, that's a long story... \" Vashi replied, gently bobbing with her head as she walked, staff in hand.\n\n\"Or, now that I think of it, it's not actually a very long story. It's actually rather straight forward, mind you.\" She suddenly contemplated, scratching her chin with a thinking look on her face as she gazed out into the empty air above them.\n\n\"It's actually more like that the military tribunal finally realized, after almost ten thousand years, that maaaaaaayybeee magic could actually be a good thing when it came to guarding the balance of the world, which is the divinely appointed charge of the Keldorei given to them by the Moon Goddess Elune herself. Now, we do have Druids, some of whom are REALLLYYY powerful(and old, that's a thing about us that you'll learn), but they just don't quite pack the 'oompfh!' as does an order of trained battle mages. So, because the tribunal realized that we couldn't just sit on the defensive all the time if we wanted to restore order to the world, they managed; although they had a hard time getting their bigot heads out of their uptight butts; to accept the use of arcane magic in a limited form.\"\n\nDuring her little speech, Vashi had gotten a little riled up and spoke with great enthusiasm, but also a little bit of sarcasm. Finally finished, she let out a small sigh, before looking over at Mei with somewhat of a bemused smile.\n\n\"So that's that, it really makes you think that it wasn't until the very balance of the world was threatened that they finally allowed us to practice magic, and we're still on probation in all but name!\" Vashi couldn't help but frown a little bit at the end of her sentence, rolling her eyes to the side for a moment before looking back at Mei.\n\n\"Like I said, it's an elf thing that not many outsiders really understand. To put it into perspective, imagine that you accidentally set fire to the kitchen one day. Except that your parents were also near immortal and with an immaculate memory for grudges and bad things in general! And so thereafter, even on your 8346th birthday, they'll still remind you about that little incident, and not let you near the oven! That's pretty much how magic works in our culture.\"",
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"text": "\"Just like... whichever option you'd feel the most comfortable with.\"\n\n\"…Nngh. Maybe Serphia does have her uses\" Liaena mumbled finally as she stared at Malizia, pondering the dilemma in her head. \"Okay. Okay, use the cuffs. We have a house of Night Elves, and she's disarmed. We only have one counterspeller, and I'm not bringing her in here\"\n\nThe High Elf nodded, before crouching over to bend the Draenei's arms behind her and fit the cuffs on. Liaena watched silently, before clearing her throat slightly to voice what was weighing on her mind. \"Maybe Rithrynn's better off out of it for a while\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\nSharon turned slightly, to give her a quizzical look. Liaena sagged slightly, to sit down quite heavily on one of the upturned crates in the room looking very tired all of a sudden. \n\n\"She was with Sherpa the night before last. Remember? And I don't think she was under any sort of spell, or drug. She seemed…lucid, when I spoke to her about it. Relatively speaking\"\n\nThe girl studied the floor as she spoke, with a carefully composed touch to her voice. \"I don't understand what he's done, or offered her, but she seems to be under the impression he is misunderstood, and cares for her. Which is a problem, because Rithrynn is a moron that is easily manipulated. While this brainless, careless, nonsense is going on….I don't think that we can trust her\"\n\nBy the end of her speech, the girl's composure was slightly rocked by the bite in her final words. Glaring a hole in the stone floor, Liaena became aware that Sharon was giving her a look of concern. \"You would rather leave her…?\"\n\n\"…No, no…I'll get her out of Serphia. Literally. I owe her that much, at least\" Liaena said flatly. \n\n\"I'll make sure she doesn't do any damage while this thing with Sherpa is ongoing. And after that…I suppose she'll be leaving with Serphia's lot anyway, which makes life easier.\"\n\nGlancing up, Liaena finally met Sharon's eyes to give him an only slightly forced smile. \"Anyway, not really the priority right now. Shall I wake up that Death Knight?\"",
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] | "I must admit, I had not given much of a thought to the fact that Rithrynn would be leaving with her warband... " Sharon commented after having finished attaching the cuffs to Malizia, a feat that had required him to roll the rather heavy Death Knight over.
"These last days... I guess in the chaos, I tend to forget certain things. Like the future. I'll admit, if... or rather, when this is over, I'm not quite sure what I'll do."
Standing back up and doing his usual routine of brushing off whatever miniscule particles of dust he could find off his cloak, he turned to Liaena.
"I guess we'll be back to the daily grind."
It was strange to think of how fast the days of late had passed. All the chaos had been enough to catch him in the moment of things. Not really giving much time to think of anything else.
"Shall I wake up that Death Knight?"
Sharon nodded at the suggestion, turning to look down towards the Death Knight lying on the ground.
"I think she manages to do so just fine herself." Sharon commented as he noted how the Draenei opened one of her light blue eyes to gaze blearily about in the room, slowly starting to roll over on her back while muttering some sentence that was entirely incohorenet to any witness.
"Bladeh deis, mreeefh... " Malizia simply uttered, still trying to regain her senses as she shook her head about, causing some of her pale, white hair to fall in front of her dark, blue face. However, it would not take long for her to notice the other figure in the room, that of Sharon, and shortly afterwards; that of Liaena too!
A brief moment of confusion seemed to pass over Malizia's face, until her Draenei bright blue crystaline eyes turned into that of a glare.
"Whatever foolish errand it is that you are on, I can promise you, it is only bound to fail!" The Death Knight said with an angry snarl, her eyes shifting between that of Liaena and Sharon, and landing on the latter.
"All I see in this room is one dead man and his useless companion!"
Sharon rolled his eyes at the Death Knight's opening, throwing a glance over at Liaena before looking back at her.
"If she is useless, I'm not sure what that says about you, miss... " The High Elf added with a slight smirk, before glancing over at Liaena.
"Anything you wish to add to this, Liaena?" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"I must admit, I had not given much of a thought to the fact that Rithrynn would be leaving with her warband... \" Sharon commented after having finished attaching the cuffs to Malizia, a feat that had required him to roll the rather heavy Death Knight over.\n\"These last days... I guess in the chaos, I tend to forget certain things. Like the future. I'll admit, if... or rather, when this is over, I'm not quite sure what I'll do.\"\n\nStanding back up and doing his usual routine of brushing off whatever miniscule particles of dust he could find off his cloak, he turned to Liaena.\n\n\"I guess we'll be back to the daily grind.\"\n\nIt was strange to think of how fast the days of late had passed. All the chaos had been enough to catch him in the moment of things. Not really giving much time to think of anything else.\n\n\"Shall I wake up that Death Knight?\" \n\nSharon nodded at the suggestion, turning to look down towards the Death Knight lying on the ground.\n\n\"I think she manages to do so just fine herself.\" Sharon commented as he noted how the Draenei opened one of her light blue eyes to gaze blearily about in the room, slowly starting to roll over on her back while muttering some sentence that was entirely incohorenet to any witness.\n\n\"Bladeh deis, mreeefh... \" Malizia simply uttered, still trying to regain her senses as she shook her head about, causing some of her pale, white hair to fall in front of her dark, blue face. However, it would not take long for her to notice the other figure in the room, that of Sharon, and shortly afterwards; that of Liaena too!\n\nA brief moment of confusion seemed to pass over Malizia's face, until her Draenei bright blue crystaline eyes turned into that of a glare.\n\n\"Whatever foolish errand it is that you are on, I can promise you, it is only bound to fail!\" The Death Knight said with an angry snarl, her eyes shifting between that of Liaena and Sharon, and landing on the latter.\n\"All I see in this room is one dead man and his useless companion!\"\n\nSharon rolled his eyes at the Death Knight's opening, throwing a glance over at Liaena before looking back at her.\n\n\"If she is useless, I'm not sure what that says about you, miss... \" The High Elf added with a slight smirk, before glancing over at Liaena.\n\"Anything you wish to add to this, Liaena?\"",
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"text": "\"I don't mind long stories... we've got the time anyway.\" Mei said with a hint of a smile. True enough they had all the time in the world... with their lifespans. She then shook her head at the persecution of mages among night elves.\" Magic... by it's very nature is neither good nor evil... it just exists and it's effects upon the world are dictated by those who wield it... for better or worse.\" She finally said with a smile. She liked this night elf mage. She was nice and there was a strange hint of innocence in the way she spoke.\n\n \"I know and I understand. Don't worry, we aren't that far apart after all...\" The draenei woman said, placing a hand on her hip.\" Arcane magic was very limited in practice and under very strict supervision back when we were still living in secret on Draenor before the orcs turned on us due the demon's cursed lies.\" She said and sighed, before her eyes filled with painful memories. She lost so many close friends and family members back then. \n\n Withing thinking, she reached over and hugged the night elf in front of her, holding her very tightly.\" Let me just stay like this for a moment...\" She said, enjoying the presence of another so close. It was so long since she felt the desire to have someone close to her. Having Vashi in her arms like this was calming... probably because she was alone for so long.\n\n \"Don't think about the stuffy fools in your nation... if they don't appreciate you... I will...\" She said with a emotional voice.\" Do you think they will make a problem if I want to stick with you from now on? Maybe some disapproval from your warleader?\"",
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"text": "Vashi instinctively paused for a moment when the larger Draenei decides to hug her, but eventually choose to play along as she placed a hand on the Draenei's back in return.\n\n\"There there... just take your time.\" She smiled as she accepted the Draenei's hug. Despite being such a big and brawny Draenei warrior, even beating the height of that of the Night Elves which was something not done by many of the species on Azeroth, Mei appeared to have a very soft heart in Vashi's eyes, which helped to reassure the mage. \n\n\"Don't worry about my people, they may be stuck up, but they're willing to compromise now as we're at war with the Orcs.\" She would say with a slightly joking voice, gazing u pat Mei.\n\n\"I don't think any in the warband will object. Most likely they'll just assume you're one of the guests of the High Elf. Although we won't stay here forever. Sooner or later, we'll have to return to Ashenvale. Although me and my sisters may not see eye to eye on the matters of arcane, we still nonetheless share a common duty.\"\n\nSmirking, she would raise one hand up to gently caress the side of the Draenei's face.\n\n\"But if you wanted to come with us there, I think my Mistress would be more than happy to let you. Although she might be difficult at times, she is quick to befriend those who share her cause!\"",
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"char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial"
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"text": "\"You don't look very dead to me, Sharon\" Liaena observed lightly in response, before turning to look at Malizia. \"Are you sure you want to bother with this? I'm not convinced she knows anything\"\n\nThe death knight had managed to rear herself up to sit against the wall, and let out a snort at Liaena's words. \"Is this the part when you goad me into telling you everything?\"\n\n\"Noo…it's just really, really obvious. You've got 'scapegoat' written all over you\" Liaena sighed. Leaning backwards slightly, she perched on top of one of the crates as she started to tick off points on her fingers.\n \n\"So you come here as a bold-as-brass Death Knight, with a bunch of losers. After our people already wiped the floor with you on your own turf. And you get to be tied up for it. I hope that wasn't your idea?\"\n\nGlare\n\n\"So the city watch already know that they've got cultists and Death-Knights in the city. And lo, here we have a brazen attack on an influential citizen, led by a crazy assassin with aforementioned losers. So they question the assassin, who doesn't know anything except maybe she got paid to do it. So they hang her if she's alive, and purge the demon if she's not because undead don't get due process.\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"And whoever provided said assassin gets to walk away, with the city watch nice and distracted for whatever else he's planning. Does this sound plausible to you?\" Liaena took a moment to gauge Malizia's mood, eying the Draenei closely. \"Because from where I'm standing, it seems pretty damn plausible\"",
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"text": "\"Because from where I'm standing, it seems pretty damn plausible\"\n\n\"Ohhh, don't be sooo shy, lil-Ridy-bidy. I know a place we can have all for ourselves!\"\n\nBefore the Draenei could even answer, the muffled but still very sultry voice of a particularly familiar Night Elf could be heard coming from outside the heavy storage door to the room. They were accompanied by some soft footsteps, as well as what sounded like the sounds of struggle from second Night Elf.\n\n\"Ngh-no, I don't know what you mean, I'm not any Ridy-bidy!\"\n\n\"Awww, you're so cute when you're shy!\"\n\nA heavy kick to the dungeon door would knock it open as it flew to the side and slammed into the stone wall with a heavy crash! Outside, through a small cloud of dust that had been raised, would be the familiar outline of a pink haired Night Elf. Walking backwards into the dungeon, would be a pink haired Night Elf wearing nothing more than an undersized red velvet vest that struggled to not tear from Naliyah's cleavage, and a simple leather belt with a pouch at the side sitting over her big, bubbly butt on display for all. The other Night Elf with her carried a striking resemblance to Rithrynn however, the same face and deep blue hair, the only difference being a lack of the usual war paint and a slightly less revealing uniform than standard. \n\nThe chevalier-Rithrynn would be the first one to notice the other occupants in the room, her facial expression going from concerned whilst fighting against Naliyah's iron grip around her to surprised when she saw the rest; and particularly Malizia.\n\nNaliyah on the other hand would continue to giggle, until she noticed that \"Rithrynn\" was no longer looking at her, at which point she turned around and noticed the other occupants in the room, where she let out a wordless 'ohhh...'.\"\n\n\" ... oh, oopsie! I hope me and Rithy here did not disturb you guys?\" Naliyah smiled as she hugged harder around Chevalier-Rithrynn, the latter gaining a visible darker purple look on her face as she struggled to breathe!",
"username": "Rithy",
"char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial"
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] | As Sharon was observing the interaction between the girl and the Draenei, it was almost as if he could feel the air between them become static as Malizia glared back up at Liaena with utter fury.
The sheer intensity of the situation only amplified the surprise that would soon come in the form of Naliyah suddenly barging through the door to the room, succeeding in literally gaining the attention of everyone. Sharon turned around to gaze with wide eyes as the scantily clad, pink haired Naliyah traipsed into the room, and dragging with her a... Rithrynn?
"What in the light is going on?"
Although there was a moment of confusion flashing over the High Elf's face, he quickly put two and two together. From all he knew, Rithrynn was supposed to be in Serphia's butt at the moment, a place no one could ever realistically hope to escape from on their own, yet here "she" was, a perfect physical reflection! Yet the obvious lack of any facial war painting, coupled with a far too conservative and prudish Sentinel uniform, was enough to convince the High Elf that something was amiss!
Without a warning, the High Elf would snatch the dart-gun from Liaena, aim it at "Rithrynn", and fire off a dart!
An awkward second or two would then pass as the dart simply stood in chevalier-Rithrynn's left arm, before the Night Elf suddenly began to shrink, being turned tiny as she fell between an equally surprised Naliyah's arms to slump down onto the floor at her feet!
"Sorry... about that." Sharon said, handing back the dart gun to Liaena, though it was uncertain whether his apology was directed at Naliyah, "Rithrynn", or Liaena, as he was staring inbetween them. Throwing a thoughtful expression towards Naliyah, and then down at the shocked, tiny chevalier-Rithrynn standing on the floor, looking up at the massive giants towering above her on every side, the High Elf would then lean in towards Liaena.
"I don't think that's the real Rithrynn." Sharon would whisper into Liaena's ear, peering down at the tiny elf in front of them at Naliyah's feet.
The chevalier-Rithrynn was still stunned by the whole experience as she frantically looked about, at Naliyah standing above her, and Liaena and Sharon standing in front of her.
"What's going on?! Light, what did you... do... ?!" Chevalier-Rithrynn called out, looking extremely stressed by the whole situation. But as she gazed between the legs of Liaena and Sharon, Chevalier-Rithrynn would raise an eye as she noticed Malizia, the Draenei having noticed the distraction as the Death Knight rose to her feet. With Sharon and Liaena's backs turned towards her, her underling and the pink haired elf having succeeded in creating a distraction, the Death Knight would seize upon it as she started to run towards Liaena. Although her hands were tied to her back, her legs were still free, and Malizia would jump up into the air, shooting one leg in front of the other as she came in with a flying kick towards Liaena specifically, letting out a "hiyaaaahh" as she was about to unleash righteous vengeance on her distracted prey! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "Vashi smiled at the Draenei at that comment.\n\nEven though Mei might initially appear as a big, bad and nigh indestructible warrior; much like Vashi's Captain; she still could not hide the signs of exhaustion that were currently visible all over the Draenei's being. Whilst Mei might have carried herself with a hard, outer shell; it had at this point plenty of cracks with which to see through to the softer inside.\n\n\"You know... miss Vashi, I cannot explain it, but your presence calms me... I haven't felt like this for a long time.\" \n\n\"You may be a big bad warrior who has mastered any physical weapon, but I think one important thing that you never mastered is this.\" Vashi said with a soft smile as she reached one hand up and placed it on the left side of Mei's chest, all the while eying the Draenei's reaction.\n\nBeing around the Draenei gave the mage a strange feeling of acceptance. The look she was receiving from Mei was very different from what she was used to receiving from her peers in the warband, who usually looked at her with a certain bit of disdain and even fear, as if she was going to blow up at any minute! No, there was no such awkward tension coming from Mei, who seemed to have no problems staying so close to her, despite her affinity for the arcane. It did not seem to bother the Draenei one bit, as she seemed genuinely relaxed and at peace. For once, it felt like she could talk without everyone around her jumping as if she was about to chant a spell. \n\nAt the mention of exhaustion, there was a thoughtful expression on Vashi's face as she threw a quick look around in the corridors of the mansion all around them.\n\n\"Why don't we find a room? Right now we stand the risk of falling right in the path of any of my sisters' drunk shenanigans.\" Vashi suggested, looking up at Mei.\n\"Though we probably should stay off the first floor, and the basement is too cold... what if we try upstairs?!\"",
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"text": "\"Agreed\" Liaena muttered back, studying the miniature 'Rithrynn' that was on the floor before them. The doppelganger had no signs of the battering to her armour and body that the real specimen had sustained throughout their assault of the castle. Also, she was not looking in any way angry enough at the situation. \n\nIf need be, I can always dig them both out afterwards and check….\n\n\"HYAAAH!\"\n\n\"Wha….\" The girl whipped around in surprise at the loud shout coming from behind her, only to turn straight into a meaty boot to the face. \"Ugh!\"\n\nHitting the floor, mini-chevalier-Rithrynn gave a squeak of alarm as she was enveloped in the fabric of her clothes. Dazed from the impact, Liaena could hear a yell from Sharon as Malizia apparently initiated a bull-charge towards the exit. \n\nOh no you don't…\n\nWrithing around on the floor to scoop up the dart gun she had let drop in her fall, Liaena stuck a hand in her bag to pull out something vaguely ammo-shaped, jam it into the barrel and fire off one single wild shot even as Malizia was charging through the door that Naliyah had conveniently left wide open for her. \n\nA wild shot it might have been, but apparently the girl's incredibly erratic luck was with her that day. The dart jammed into the back of her head, and did…apparently nothing.\n\n\"Whaaat….that should have got her down\" Liaena complained to nobody in particular, presumably Sharon being in hot pursuit of the errant Death Knight. The girl opened the barrel, to pull out the spent vial and squint at the writing on it. \"Awww, dammit\"\n\n*\n\n\"Uhhh….where are we going?\" Silje enquired tremulously as they walked through the house. The pair had apparently made a stop on the way on their travels, as the little girl was now wearing a – surprisingly well fitting – blue silk robe. The ex-Serphia looked down at the floor as she scuffed a borrowed slipper on the floor nervously, apparently still very much ill at ease at the situation. \n\n\"To go and….\" Kathlin paused, running through the situation in her head before she looked back at the girl again. \"…help a friend not do something she won't regret later, but I think she should\"\n\n\"Oh\"\n\n\"It's okay. It doesn't have to make sense\" Kathlin said reassuringly as they stepped into the large atrium. It was still more-or-less deserted, save only for one elf comatose on the floor. \"…and I do want you to speak to Mister Dal'dieb. You might be a good witness, if that's okay?\"\n\n\"S-sure\" Silje waved in a not-at-all-sure tone of voice. She looked as though she was about to say something else, before hesitating and going a shade paler as heavy thumping footfalls became audible, and steadily growing louder. \"M-miss! I think somebody's coming!\"\nAt that, Malizia thundered into the atrium to pause briefly, panting harshly for breath. The huge Draenei raised her head, looking like she was about to gun straight past them – before suddenly pausing, apparently becoming oddly fixated as she stared at Kathlin and Silje. \n\n\"Ahh! Chevalier – Chevalier Malizia! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! But I'm not a soldier!\" Silje gasped, before diving behind Kathlin. That girl gulped, before raising her chin to face down Malizia who was advancing on them in a distinctly predatory fashion. \"Do please stay back? I don't want to hurt you\"",
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"text": "Naliyah, being left behind in the room alongside Liaena, Malizia and Sharon both having chased off, gazed around the room with a \"I did not mean to do that.\" look on her face as her eyes landed on Liaena, who was lying on the ground.\n\n\"Are you... okay?\" Naliyah asked as she walked over to Liaena, kneeling down next to her to begin to help the girl.\n\"I did not think the Draenei girl would be that angry... or, wait.\"\n\nGaining a slightly puzzled look on her face, Naliyah would suddenly cast her head from side to side as she quickly scanned the room, before her face finally returned to look at Liaena with an alarmed look!\n\n\"Where is Rithy?! Did the Draenei take her?!\" Naliyah exclaimed as she looked around, still unable to see any trace of the tiny Chevalier-Rithrynn anywhere around! Her silvery eyes suddenly gaining a slight red hue, Naliyah's worried face would soon turn into one of boiling anger as the pink haired Night Elf suddenly rose to her feet!\n\"That bitch! She's going to regret trying to steal my Rithy!\"\n\nNaliyah called out, before completely forgetting about Liaena as she charged out the same door as Malizia and Sharon had used just earlier, disappearing like a purple torpedo out into the corridor and up the stairs as she went on a frantic hunt for the supposed kidnapper!\n\nIn the meantime, back in the atrium, the out of one of the side doors leading to the living room would be a couple of Night Elves, one dressed in a simple cloak and some binds, and the other; little more than a big metal belt reading T.J. Sitting on the right shoulder of the latter one would be Sentinel Luci from earlier, recent ring-champion, and still shrunk from her last fight.\n\n\"You sure showed her, Luci!\"\n\"Yeah, she did not stand a chance, she... uhh, are we interrupting?\"\n\nThe two sentinels were busy congratulating Luci when they looked around and noticed the rather intimate stand off between Kathlin and Silje and the approaching Malizia. The two Night Elves were initially just dumbstruck by the situation, but Luci, recognizing the Draenei who had only earlier attempted to mate with her, would soon see red as her eyes narrowed down on the Draenei!\n\n\"That Draenei is not supposed to be her! She's an intruder!\" Luci would suddenly call out to her slightly confused sisters whilst pointing at Malizia.\n\"Kick her ass!\"\n\nWithout hesitation, the two Night Elves would quickly listen to their champion as they both charged forward with a fervent battle cry as they headed towards Malizia!\nIn the meantime, in the back of the room, Naliyah would come scurrying past Sharon in great speed, charging into the atrium as she spotted Malizia's back as the Draenei was approaching the two human girls.\n\n\"You BITCH! Give me back my Rithy!\" Naliyah would exclaim, as she too charged on into the room with a furious cry, the Draenei now caught directly in the collision path of three angry(and one tiny) elves!",
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] | Malizia paid little attention to anyone else as she raced out of the room as fast as she could, having just delivered a very satisfying kick to the annoying human girl back in the room.
Yet there was little time to gloat as she had to prioritize getting out of the house first, a goal that consumed so much of her attention that she barely even registered the slight pinch in the back of her neck that had occurred as she had run out of the dungeon! Fortunately, there was little security within the actual mansion, most of the elven "guards" she encountered being mostly drunk, half naked or passed out, or all of the three.
Finally reaching the atrium however, Malizia would spoot two smaller figures, those of Kathlin and Silje. In the first split second, her mind told her to ignore them and move on, but there was something strangely attractive about just those two girls...
Malizia found her eyes going back to Silje and the other girl with her. And by the light and the shadow, had she ever noticed the wonderful bod on Silje? Or the pristine face of the stranger?
Having been caught completely up in the moment, pausing her frantic escape from the mansion, Malizia would stumble over to Kathlin and Silje, her mouth wide open as she looked down at them, her hands still tied to her back.
"Do please stay back? I don't want to hurt you"
"Silje... I never told you this but... you are beautiful!" Malizia uttered, still slightly out of breath before she tilted her head slightly to look down at Kathlin.
"And you, stranger, your voice is as perfect as that of an untouched waterfall. Where has one so pristine such as you been my entire life?!"
Malizia's lips would form into a tired smile, until she suddenly heard another couple of voices to the side, though one voice in particular stood out among the rest.
The first two elves she saw as she turned around were not of note, despite their bigness or crazy clothing(or lack thereof). But what truly grabbed the Draenei's attention was the tiny elf pointing at her from one of the sentinels's shoulders. It was the love or her life, the beauty she had just so briefly encountered before being captured!
"I'm in heaven... "
Malizia thought to herself, now surrounded by the three most beautiful women she had ever seen!
However, her moment of pure beauty would soon be interrupted as she realized that the two Night Elves with Luci were not at all there to join in any joyful festivities, but rather came at her with fists raised and ready to pounce! Malizia let out a groan as the first purple fist hit her square in the jaw, knocking her sideways! But the Draenei managed to quickly regain her balance, and she suddenly crouched down low, and then charged ahead straight into the belly of the first with her horns! The Night Elf let out a surprised gasp as she was promptly thrown up into the air, soaring not-so-very-majestically over the group as Malizia turned on the second elf!
Weathering the incoming blow from the elf carrying Luci, Malizia would perform a powerful leg sweep, causing the big, angry elf to completely slip and sending her into a barrel roll, as the tiny Luci was thrown to the ground behind her!
But not before had she defeated the two Night Elves than had a third suddenly charged her from behind, as Naliyah jumped onto her back with all of her fury!
"Stop!" Sharon called out from behind the group, standing at one of the side entrances to the atrium and pointing at the brawl with his staff, but unwilling to fire out of fear of friendly fire. There was also the fact that there were currently three Night Elves versus one Draenei, would were not that bad odds usually. But perhaps more than anything, the High Elf was simply dumbstruck by the sheer strangeness of the situation.
Having failed to wriggle herself free from Naliyah's grasp, the elf displaying a remarkable level of strength, Malizia would instead throw her feet off the ground as the Draenei jumped backwards, attempting to do a crash landing to throw the persistent, pink haired elf off! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"How is the interrogation going, Mister Dal'dieb?\"\n\n*Sigh*\n\nSharon let out an audible sigh at the question, initially not even wanting to answer Kathlin, before eventually motioning towards the chaotic fight in the middle.\n\n\"Not yet decided... but I think we'll win.\" The High Elf said, rolling his eyes as Sentinel Valia and Lelili were thrown around like ragdolls. Looking back at Kathlin, he would put on a reassuring tone.\n\" ... we still have two elves left!\"\n\nFor one moment, Malizia had been feeling the thrill of battle filling up inside of her, but that focus would suddenly be changed as she slammed down onto the ground, and she felt the beautiful sentinel, Luci, just shoved up her butt, a wondrous sensation that was amplified a thousand times by the strange attraction she felt towards the precious little elf!\n\nRather than getting up and continuing the fight, the Draenei just sat there on the floor, her face turning into one of joy as she just enjoyed the sensation.\n\nPlacing one hand on the fallen Valia, leaning on her for both support and to prevent her from getting up, and completely ignoring Naliyah as she was riding her back, Malizia began instead to just wriggle her butt happily around on the ground, giving Luci all the assistance she could ever need in going further up. The sensation from Luci had completely defeated Malizia's lust for battle, as the Draenei leaned her head back in just pure pleasure instead.\n\nIn that moment, the Death Knight gave little indication of wanting to flee or even try move from the spot, simply enjoying every second of it.\n\nSharon, after an initial awkward pause, would slowly turn towards Kathlin, eventually throwing the girl a slight smirk as he motioned towards the Draenei who at that point seemed very... pacified.\n\n\"See? I knew our Night Elven friends could handle it.\"",
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"text": "\"That's the one...\" Mei replied with a sigh, feeling the finger on her lips. It felt strangely alright for her to be in this situation. She spend so many years secluding herself away from people, behind the walls around her heart to keep from pain, and this night elf seemed to cause cracks through those walls with such an ease.\" Deathknights are dangerously enduring... never underestimate one until he/she's been utterly destroyed.\n\n \"Well... we warriors tend to get overly prideful about our skills and strength...\" Mei nodded in agreement and started to carry the mage in the opposite direction of the source of the chaotic sounds of 'battle'.\" I barely remember what happened the last time I was present a warband party. It was sometime after we took down Arthas... I remember the party starting... and the next thing I remember is a week later, I'm halfnaked on a beach... halfway across Northrend... I think one of my companions from back then teleported me for laughs...\"\n\n The draenei then tripped when the night elf mage actually kissed her on the cheek. It came as a little bit of a surprise, but considering they had already kissed proper it wasn't much of a change.\" Alright... Hold on tight then.\" Meirie stated as she made another full dash up the stairs towards the upper floor. They might as well get fully out the way of the chaotic night elves. Melizia would be a problem if she escaped, but Mei now knew the death knight was around so she could track her down if she had to.\n\n \"Okey... I'm pretty sure the area over there is occupied...\" She said, nodding to the direction of the study where they were earlier along with the captain and Rithrynn.\" Still this mansion isn't mine... it should be that high elf's, so I'm feelign somewhat uncomfortable just making myself at home around his home like we are best buddies... I wonder if there is a place somewhere around where we can get some rest without being disturbed and preferably not blow/kicked/punched/thrown/charged in the meantime...\" Meirie said, looking around, wondering.\" Can't you just trace the place you pulled me from and teleport us to my tavern room?\"",
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"text": "\"See? I knew our Night Elf friends could handle it\"\n\n\"Sergeant Malizia is looking at me funny\" Silje quavered from behind Kathlin and Sharon. The large Death Knight shuffled around on her bum so that she could scrutinise the three better, before her face opened into a big, soppy, smile. \n\n\"Silje….come….sit with me. I would drench this city in blood for you….you need not be afraid\"\n\n\"I'm here! What happened? Is the Death Knight….\" Liaena gasped, slightly out of breath as she came pelting up the corridor, to skid to a halt as she peeked around the taller Kathlin and Sharon to take in the scene. \"…Oh. So....what happened?\"\n\n\"It seemed our guest has made a new friend\" \nSharon said agreeably. Vailia and Lelili were still groaning on the floor. Malizia meanwhile, looked like she was about to rise out of her stupor, letting out a grumbling snarl as her eyes fixed on Liaena in ire. \"Do not dare to touch my doves, wretch. Any slight I will repay ten times!\"\n\n\"Doves?\"\n\nLiaena glanced around in mild confusion before following Malizia's gaze to where it was set on Kathlin and Silje. \"Ohh, it means you two. That is….heh. Do I get to be a bridesmaid?\"\n\n\"I assume this wasn't intended\" Kathlin commented in a tone dryer than desert. Liaena simply flapped a hand to wave her comments away. \n\"Do not argue with results, Mrs-DeathKnight\"\n\nThis could actually be ideal….\n\nLiaena studied the Death Knight, who was peering after both Kathlin and Silje with longing, before turning quickly back to Kathlin with the beginnings of a smirk lighting up her face. \"Talk to her!\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"We don't need to interrogate her any more – she'll talk to you!\" The girl whispered in glee. Silje seemed to be going steadily whiter as she realised what the crazy girl's plan was, attempting to sink into the wall behind Sharon. \"Ask her what their plans are! Dooooo it!\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n-Sigh-\n\nKathlin stepped forward, to walk into the room with the large Death Knight sprawled in the middle of it. Malizia's gaze was riveted to her every move (Silje was at this point completely hidden behind Sharon). Taking the last few steps gingerly, the girl stopped where she gauged was just outside rapid-lunge range from the Draenei. \"Hi.\"\n\nApparently listening to her words intently, Malizia closed her eyes to savour the moment. \"….Hi\"\n\n\"So. Uh.\" Kathlin glanced back towards the edge of the room, to see Liaena making a clear 'go on!' shooing motion with her hands. \"Do you mind me asking why you are here?\"",
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"text": "\"GIVE ME BACK MOI RITHY YOU,- .. offh!\"\n\nNaliyah was screaming out loud as she clung to the Draenei's back, until the eventual shuffle made her suddenly lose her grip and slide down, her butt hitting the ground with a thud behind Malizia as she remained sitting, simply glaring and fuming at the Draenei who completely ignored her.\n\n\"By the goddess, I swear that... huh?\" Naliyah would suddenly raise an eyebrow, her ears perking up! Peering around as if she had just heard something, her gaze would go forward, then down, as she stared down at the large butt of the Draenei, as an almost inaudible wail escaped out from under the bum!\n\n\"Is that you... Luci?\" Naliyah asked with an inquisitive look on her face, listening to the almost inaudible voice, before a flash of hope suddenly came across her!\n\n\"Oh thank Elune, it is you, Luci!\" Naliyah exclaimed, clapping her hands together in joy as she smiled!\n\"For a moment I was so worried, I thought it was Rithy who was stuck there! Ohh, she may still be free! I have got to find her, bai bai!\"\n\nAnd with that, Naliyah shot up onto her feet and began running, or almost skipping, all the way up to the rest of the party away from the Draenei, just at the same time as Luci would throw an epic fit of rage for being abandoned by throwing herself at the Draenei's insides; a furious action that almost caused Malizia's big butt to shake.\n\nAs she reached Sharon and Liaena, and was about to pass, Naliyah would suddenly pause however. Looking about at Silje, Sharon and then Liaena, she raised her brows in a quizzical look.\n\n\" ... I thought Death Knights were supposed to like... hate everyone? How did you do that?\" She asked, peering over at Malizia's interaction with Kathlin, and then back.\n\"But more importantly, have any of you guys seen Rithy?! She must be so lonely being without me!\"\n\nAt the latter question, Naliyah's features had gained an obvious degree of concern as she looked borderline sad, the thought of having left poor Rithrynn all by herself coming back to bite at her heart strings!",
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"text": "\"Okey... I'm pretty sure the area over there is occupied...\"\n\n\"Last time I saw the room, all the combatants were leaving, and it was half razed. I'm pretty sure it's unoccupied, but I think it may still be.\" Vashi giggled at the comment of using the High Elf's study. \n\n\"Can't you just trace the place you pulled me from and teleport us to my tavern room?\"\n\n\"Weeeeell... I could.\" Vashi eventually said, thinking for a moment while leaning one finger against the side of her cheek.\n\"That is, if you are okay with unorthodox, potentially very hazardous attempts to cross time and space with minimal undesired effects.\"\n\nShe explained with a funny smile, clearly expecting any of her normal sentinel sisters to at that point simply give her the finger, say \"NOPE-NOPE\", and walk out the nearest door. Looking around at the many different corridors of the upper mansion, Vashi pondered the question for a moment.\n\n\"I think most of the rooms up here should be available... \" Vashi eventually concluded, chewing her lips for a moment.\n\"We might run into the tigers, but they're actually really nice. Alternatively, I only foresee a rare case of patrolling watchers up here, with the occasional romantic pair having snuck up here before us!\"",
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] | "Liaena, dear... really? Sending your friend out to go talk to the 8ft tall killer?"
Sharon commented as he saw Kathlin walk ever so gingerly towards the Draenei in the middle of the room, casting a slightly amused smile over at Liaena.
"Not that I disagree with the excellent oppertunity that this has... "
" ... I thought Death Knights were supposed to like... hate everyone? How did you do that?"
The High Elf suddenly paused at the sound of Naliyah's voice, turning to glance over at his side and up at the tall, purple haired Night Elf currently standing next to them, whose breasts could barely even be contained by her woefully undersized vest. Sharon, in an attempt to retain his usual professional posture, allowed the first question to pass over to the Mastermind behind the current situation, Liaena.
Instead, he choose to focus on the situation between Kathlin and Malizia, preparing a spell in case the latter would decide that she was no longer interested in a romantic relationship. And so when Naliyah asked her next question, Sharon simply answered on auto-pilot.
"But more importantly, have any of you guys seen Rithy?! She must be so lonely being without me!"
"Didn't Captain Serphia take her with her? I believe they were having some fun." The High Elf said, offering Naliyah a quick glance before looking back at Malizia. It did not take long however for him to realize what he had just said, and to who he had said it, as Sharon, suddenly losing interest in the Kathlin + Malizia "conversation", turned to look first up at a wide eyed Naliyah, and then over at Liaena, making a facial gesture, first of "I did not mean to say that"; and secondly; "Should we initiate damage control?".
In the center of the room however, while Sharon's attention had been turned towards Liaena and Naliyah, Malizia was constantly watching Kathlin as she came closer and closer, her dark blue face filled with a mix of both passion and amazement.
"Ohhh, you know... secret stuff, hihi.. " Malizia giggled, raising a hand towards Kathlin.
"Don't be soooo shy! Come closer!"
Malizia winked slyly towards Kathlin, shuffling around on her butt slightly as she showed her tied on her back to Kathlin.
"You know, if you open these locks, I will buy you a dinner, I will tell you all the se.... gshh, mmmmmhhmmm!" Malizia suddenly let out a deep moan as the tiny Sentinel, Luci, just went wild up in side of her rear; the Death Knight leaning back with her head and with a simply euphoric look on her face.
"You can call me... mffgmmmmm... Malizia... " | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "wow neeto, so neeto my dick got wetter and harder the more I read gosh darn that's a cool story",
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"text": "\"Didn't Captain Serphia take her with her? I believe they were having some fun.\"\n\n\"Whhhhaaaaaaaaat?! ... \" Naliyah's eyes widened at the High Elf's response, and her jaw dropped as she simply stood over Sharon, staring him down with a look of utter surprise. \n\n\"Well Serphia does keep her close, being her lieutenant and all. I haven't seen her recently though\"\n\n\" ... \"\n\nThere was a moment of confusion as Naliyah's eyes flickered between that of Liaena and Sharon, as if the pink haired elf was trying to make sense of what they were saying, but her brain had just taken a prolonged vacation.\n\n\" ... are you saying Mistress Serphia TOOK moi Rithy?!\" Naliyah exclaimed, suddenly grabbing both Sharon and Liaena and pulling them both up by their collars, lifting their feet up from the ground and holding their faces in front of her as the Sentinel stared at the both of them intently.\n\nBy now, the confusion in her face had instead given way to a deep seated suspicion as she studied the expressions of the both of them.\n\n\"Rithy was in the cellar with me just moments earlier, yet you are saying she is with Mistress?! How does that make any sense?!\"\n\n*\n\nVashi would throw an amused smirk back at Mei at the mention of her warband's sabers being considered big, fluffy and adorable.\n\n\"You know... that is very different from what most foreigners think.\" Vashi would comment with a smirk.\n\"Most people, especially in this city, tend to be rather horrified when they see them. And usually, they tend to run far away as well. But now that I think of it, their fear might be because they are used to riding around on harmless ponies.\" \n\nVashi chuckled, remembering back on some episodes from Serphia and the warband's stay in the city. She had long since given up trying to count the amount of horrified pedestrians who had either frozen in place or jumped out of the way as a wall of ferocious nightsabers had charged down the streets in a hurry - little knowing that the speed was because their Night Elven riders wanted to reach the flashfire sale in the next shop over before it closed!\n\nAt the Draenei's latter questions though, Vashi merely tilted her head playfully to the side as she watched her.\n\n\"D'aaaw, of course I'm okay! You are the cutest and biggest blue cutie I've come across in all my travels!\" Vashi exclaimed with a smile, before leaning up to give Mei a rapid kiss on the cheek while the Draenei was still processing her words.",
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"text": "Sharon could not help but cringe at the situation he had created, fully aware that it was a turn for the worse fully created by his own unintentional design.\n\nLetting out a mental sigh, he was about to stare back up at Naliyah, his eyes just passing the obstruction of Naliyah's large and scarcely contained chest when a purple arm had suddenly reached forth and grabbed him by his collar, hoisting him up so that he - and Liaena - were at eye level with Naliyah.\n\n\"Now you're in for it... \"\n\n\"Well... \" Sharon began, his mind going through all the possible things he could say and preferably which one thing would serve to diffuse this situation, or at least not escalate it as badly!\n\"I believe... Liaena, it was a while since I last saw her now that I think about it, you remember where she went, right?\"\n\nSharon pretended to ask, looking over at Liaena, all the while giving her a wink with his right eye.\n\n\"I was…actually more interested about what was going on this evening. You know, with the whole trying to kill my friends boyfriend thing. Why did you do that?\"\n\n\"Because someone had been behaving naughty... \" Malizia smirked, making no attempt to hide her eyes as she fluttered them at Kathlin, the Draenei not even seeming to register the discomfort or awkwardness(if not both) that the human girl must have been experiencing around the whole situation.\n\n\"I could remember more, sweeties, but these shackles are awfully distracting.\" The Draenei then said with an eerily soft voice as she began to shuffle backwards, all the while leading her shackled arms under her big bum; which was no small feat; and after an awkward struggle, managed to bring her arms out from under her legs and up in front of her.\n\nNow with her hands out in front of her as opposed to behind her, she held her shackles up towards Kathlin, or rather, directly towards her, given that even whilst sitting, she was at eye height with the girl. Smiling and assuming a pleading look, she looked towards Kathlin with two big, blue, crystaline hued and wet eyes as she leaned forward slightly, motioning slightly for the keys towards Sharon's person before looking at Kathlin.\n\n\"Pwetteh pwease?\"",
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"text": "Liaena stopped trying to crane around Naliyah and watch the conversation going on between Kathlin and Sharon, to pay some scant attention to the matter of being hoisted off the ground the big Night Elf. \"Well, she went upstairs. I thought she was going to find Serphia.\" \n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Kinda surprising she's not back by now though. I hope she didn't get attacked by any of the invaders from earlier. That evil high elf sorcerer, he's still at large after all!\" Liaena continued blithely. Feigning a look of concern she stared up at Naliayah, who's eyes had doubled in size at this suggestion. \"Do you think someone should go look for her?\"\n\n\"Uuuuuhhhh….\"\n\nKathlin gave the Draenei an odd look, before she leaned forward fractionally to study the cuffs more closely. \"….Those are mage cuffs. If I took those off you, you'd be able to use all of your powers, which is a bit of a problem. You'd have to promise not to try and kill my friend's boyfriend again.\"\n\n\"Oh my dear….\" Malizia smirked as she leaned forward. Kathlin took a step back to compensate for this. \"….we'll have better things to do\"\n\n\"Or try and kill my friend\"\n\nThis caused a sharp breath from the Draenei as she looked horrified at the very thought. \"Hurt such a treasure? Never!\"\n \nKathlin stared at her for a moment, before deciding not to clarify. Silje should after all be on the no-kill list. \"Right, that's good. And uh…. No killing anyone else. In this house. Or in general, in fact. No killing people. That sounds good\" \n\nMalizia let out a put upon sigh, rolling her eyes heavenward at the ceiling. \"Oh, very well….I can spare them. For you, just this once\"\n\n\"O-kaaaay then.\" Kathlin nodded slowly, before turning to look towards Liaena and Sharon. \"I'll go and ask for you\"\n\nWalking towards the group of Naliyah, Liaena and Sharon, the former was getting slightly over-excited as she yanked Liaena up to peer into her face urgently. \"Are you saying moi Rithy could be in trouble!? Why didn't you say! Where did she go!?\"\n\n\"Uhh….so, I found out her name is Malizia\" Kathlin directed her words at Sharon as she bobbed her head to gesture over at the Death Knight. \"And she wants to be let out of the mage-cuffs, and then she'll talk. And she promised not to kill anyone if we do that. And Li probably should dilute that potion next time.\"",
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"text": "\"That evil high elf sorcerer, he's still at large after all!\" \n\nNaliyah's eyes widened even further the mention, suddenly shifting between Liaena and Sharon, landing to focus on the latter for a moment, before giving Liaena an inquisitive look. \n\n\"Isn't... he your boyfriend?\" She first asked with a great deal of confusion in her voice, as Naliyah's already overprocessed brain was struggling to make sense of what Liaena was saying. Why would she call her boyfriend evil? Had they just had some nasty breakup that she had not yet heard of? Was this actually some ploy of Liaena trying to get her to deal with Sharon?\n\n\"The house should be safe! We dealt with all the other intruders!\" Naliyah then quickly added, staring at Liaena.\n\"Sentinel Aleena, together with Lithrielle and the rest of the sisters are sorting out the rest of the captives as we speak, so there's no way they could threaten Rithy!\n\nNaliyah explained as she motioned with her head towards the door leading to the living room, out from which could be heard sounds of hysterical laughter, terrified screams and delighted moaning from the rest of the warband within.\n\n\" ... and why are you accusing your boyfriend again?!\"\n\nMeanwhile, behind Kathlin, Lelili, supported by a ragged looking Valia, were staggering towards the group, both of them looking utterly defeated and ragged! Lelili's dress was in tatters, and Valia's belt was only halfway sitting on.\n\n\"How... did you do that?! Sounded Lelili's rather ragged question as she pointed out at the surprisingly happy Draenei, as Valia let go off her.\n\n\"I don't know! But we need more girls before round two... \" Valia replied in return, crouching down to look around the room.\n\"And where did Luci go? I thought she was with us!\"\n\n...\n\n\"Nali, stop playing with those!\" Lelili then turned to look at Naliyah.\n\n\"What?!\"\n\n\"Did you sit on Luci?!\"\n\n\"Uuuuhhhhmmm ... no?!\" Naliyah replied, looking only more confused as she was now trying to look at three people at the same time!",
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"text": "oops, this is not the ooc, lol",
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] | "Ahem, Naliyah... I don't think she's exactly referring to me specifically... " Sharon would eventually argue, as he stared back up at Naliyah.
"There's more than one High Elf sorcerer in Azeroth, after all. I won't claim such an exclusivity for myself!"
Indeed, thinking back on things, there was a chance Naliyah may not even have encountered said sorcerer to begin with. After all, it would not be very unusual of Naliyah to have been distracted with other things. Said elf had also been quite small, which did not make him very noticeable, and it had been Sentinel Aleena who had 'dealt' with him so effortlessly...
Hearing that Aleena was 'dealing' with the captured intruders as well, including the accompanying audio from the living room, made Sharon throw a glance over at Liaena.
"Well... that's good news!" Sharon then replied to Naliyah, throwing on a smile before glancing over at Liaena.
"It's good to hear they won't be a problem anymore... "
As he glanced over at Liaena, Sharon could look past her and see Malizia, the Draenei Death Knight having begun to patiently wait for her lover to return on her promise and slumped back down on her butt in the middle of the floor. Malizia was currently studying the thorium shackles with a funny grin, gently pulling in them or and even trying to bite onto them as she seemed to be checking them out. It was during Malizia's phase of experimentation where the Draenei placed one hoof against the chain and started pushing and pulling the shackles that Sharon began to grow slightly concerned.
Thorium, despite being the best anti-magic material around, was barely any stronger than crude iron. Thorium shackles tended to work really well as most mages were skinny bookworms, not 8ft tall killing machines.
"Ugh, I knew I should've invested in the mithril reinforced version, but I didn't want to pay extra. Oh well!"
Looking back at Naliyah, initially looking a bit impatiant, Sharon could not help but to form an amused smirk when he heard the conversation between Naliyah, Valia and Lelili. Indeed, given Naliyah's favorite hobby of making her sisters intimately familiar with the ins and outs of her large posterier; perhaps mostly the latter; it was not at all surprising that she might end up as the nr1 suspect when Sentinels disappeared.
While the Sentinels were arguing, Sharon turned to gaze over at Liaena, giving the girl a slight wink as he muttered.
"Guile, magic or potions?" He asked, motioning with his head towards the rest of the sentinels, asking which option Liaena wanted to use to deal with the situation. | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "Vashi tilted her head slightly as she threw a curious gaze up at Mei, clearly having been made more interested when she mentioned the things she had left in the bank.\n\n\"You left something behind?\" She asked, eying the Draenei with with a closer eye.\n\"I have heard stories of warriors trying to escape their past and leaving behind heirlooms and artifacts, in hopes that by doing so, they'll leave their past behind as well.\"\n\nVashi threw a smirk, giving Mei another light kiss on the cheek.\n\n\"But, in those stories, it usually ends with the warrior coming back to get them eventually, for the past is not something that can be buried. It must be embraced, and carried as the permanent mark it is. Ignored it will only drag you down.\"\n\n*\n\n\" ... I AM TELLING THE TRUTH!?\"\n\n\"Really? Really?! Luci disappeared in a room together with you. You don't think that makes you the prime suspect, Nali?!\"\n\nNaliyah gave Lelili a deep frown at that point, before suddenly dropping both Sharon and Liaena without a warning for each of them; incidentally dropping Liaena in such a way she was about to fall right on her own satchel! Naliyah, in the mean time, turned around quite briskly to fold her arms below her chest as she faced down Lelili and Valia!\n\n\"Really, if you do want to know, let me tell you who's currently in my ass!\" Naliyah argued back at Lelili, before raising one hand, moved her hips out to the side, and started counting with her fingers.\n\"There's only Janessa, Anerilia, Velithia, Marathrielle, Kalissa, and... \" \n\nNaliyah paused for a moment, gaining a thoughtful expression on her face as she wriggled her big butt playfully, before holding up a second hand and continued counting with it.\n\n\" ... ohhh, and Delilah!\" She finally said, with a smile on her face as she eyed Lelili and Valia.\n\"If you want to know where Luci is, why not ask her though?\"\n\nNaliyah then said, before pointing between Valia and Lelili. The two sentinels paused for a moment, exchanged a short glance at each other, and then looked back, only for their eyes to go wide as they saw the towering figure of the Draenei Death Knight standing behind them, as Malizia had broken free of her chains!\n\nQuickly stepping back, Valia would look back at Naliyah.\n\n\"Uuuhhhhmm! Maybe later!\"\n\n\" ... runnnw!!\"\n\nAnd with that, Valia and Lelili were quick to take off running, storming past Naliyah and almost running down Silje in the process as they both hurried out of the atrium! Naliyah, on the other hand, was left standing behind, glancing after them, before looking up at Malizia with a smirk.\n\n\"You know, for a Draenei; and a Death Knight at that; you're not that bad!\"",
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"text": "\"Magic then, and potions. They both sound good\"\n\n\"Right, on 3!\" Sharon replied, beginning to move his fingers as he prepared to chant a spell.\n\" 1, 2... \"\n\n*CRASH*\n\nSharon had not expected Naliyah to suddenly drop both him and Liaena, as the elf turned to face her new contender! Crashing into the floor and landing on his back, Sharon's spell would fizzle out in a screen of blue smoke that emanated from his hands, and he'd let out a groan of discomfort!\n\n\" ... or we could do that! ... owh!\" Sharon gasped, leaning back up from the ground as he looked towards Liaena, who he had managed to halfway catch with his left arm, as to at least avoid her head slamming into the ground. Although from his perspective, he could also see that a slight strip of hair on the left side of her hair had gained a light blue color from the miscast spell. \n\nThough Sharon, with his best judgement, would refrain from mentioning anything of. At least not yet.\n\n\"One disaster at the time!\"\n\n\"Are you alright, Liaena?\" Sharon asked with a concerned look over at Liaena. Part of him realized it was a pointless question, considering that Liaena was a survivor, both of her own reckless experimentation, and more than a year long friendship with Rithrynn, and so a simple fall was unlikely to do anything much to her. Still, it was the thought that count!\n\nIn the meantime, Silje, who was now standing in the open, right in the line of sight of Malizia, would take a step to the right to the right, positioning herself behind Kathlin and whispering to her: \"Can't we just run and contact the city guard?!?\"\n\n\"You know, for a Draenei; and a Death Knight at that; you're not that bad!\"\n\nMalizia peered down at the only-slightly-shorter Night Elf standing in front of her, after her two friends had turned and run. The Death Knight simply returned the smile, placing one hand on Naliyah's shoulder, and leaned in to one of the pointy ears between her pink hair to whisper: \"You know what, why don't we team up? You help me get the affection of the two human girls, and I'll return the favor! With your smarts and my brawn, we'd make the perfect team!\"",
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"text": "\"Yes… sadly that's how it always end.\" Mei agreed with a nod.\" I left 2 of my weapons and a set of armor here in Stormwind when I arrived to leave everything behind.\" Meirie explained with a sigh.\n\n \" My original equipment is stored in Exodar though, but the things that are here in Stormwind are the same ones I used to clash with the Legion when I crossed into Outland for the first time since we came to this world.\" She said, walking down the corridor searching for a room for them to rest in.\n\n \"But yes… guess one cannot simply bury his past. Eventually a situation arises when you either pick up your weapon again or you simply die a sad existence. I sound like a hypocrite… just look at me, just a few hours ago I was wasting myself in a cheep inn, I'm dressed in cheap clothing…\" She added, eventually stopping by one of the doors in the hall. She couldn't hear anything from within and she had a good feel about this one. Though the nice feeling about it could just have been the second kiss Vashi placed on her cheek. It caused Meirie to smile once more, before nodding.\" Well I guess it's my time to return to the world.\"\n\n \"Alright hten, I guess this room will have to do.\" She stated with calm voice and carefully reached with her right hand to open it, still keeping Vashi in her embrace. Once she pressed the doorhandle, and the door started to move, Mei took a ready stance, to reflect any possible drunken night elves that jump at them from inside.",
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"text": "\"Can't we just run and contact the city guard!?\"\n\"City guard….yes, possibly\" Kathlin mused, still carefully watching the Draenei for any sudden moves on the latters part. \"There's a few problems with that, for one it seems a bit mean to the guardsmen, and for another I'm reasonably sure…that she…will follow us\"\n\n….\n\nSilje went a couple of shades paler as she peeked out from behind Kathlin to see Malizia's eyes very much trained on her. \"Uh…y-yeah, maybe\"\n\n\"Ow. Yes, I'm fine\" Liaena muttered as she picked herself up off of the ground. Dusting herself down, she double checked to ensure that chevalier-Rithrynn had not been squished in the event. This concern was swiftly alleviated as she spotted the little 'elf', hanging out of a pocket in her bag and looking distinctly green in the face. 'Rithrynn' shot her a panicked look at the sight of her, and in a harsh whisper: \"Is she still there!? Has she gone??\"\n\nLiaena simply closed the bag sharply rather than answer, familiar as she was with the fabled bat ears of Night Elves. Glancing up quickly to check whether Naliyah had heard that, she was relieved to see that the elf was preoccupied….with the Draenei?\n\n\"…..What?\"\n\nStaring at the Death Knight who, rather than start any assault with the Night Elf, had seen fit to get extremely close and personal with her, Liaena glanced between Sharon and Naliyah with a clear 'what the hell?' expression on her face. \"I don't think I caused that?\"",
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"text": "Naliyah was at first a little surprised when the Draenei decided to lean in towards her, raising an eyebrow as she glanced towards her. But after hearing the 'proposal' that Malizia had just whispered into her ears, Naliyah's eyes would grow notably wider as her head suddenly snapped around to stare directly at the Draenei's face!\n\n\"You really mean that? ... \" Naliyah asked, choosing more to gauge the answer from Malizia's expression rather than any answer.\n\nTeaming up with her? Naliyah, although she often ran solo, was no stranger to the occasional temporary alliance when it came to her little escapades! \nShe may never have done such a thing with a Draenei, let alone a Death Knight before, but as Naliyah gazed up at Malizia with an eye reminiscent to that of a professional wine inspector, she slowly gave a nod. \n\nAfter all, the benefits of having a big, 8ft Draenei on her side were nothing to scoff at! The possibilities were seemingly endless! And the only one who could truly put her new friend down was Mistress Serphia, who was currently incognito, presumably to continue her not-so-secret mission with Falere, something that Naliyah knew would leave her preoccupied for quite some time!\n\nGrinning slightly, Naliyah turned around; if not only to suddenly lean back again against the Draenei and whisper.\n\n\"Uh, which of the two human girls? I see three?\" Naliyah whispered back at Malizia.\n\"Oh, the two that do not look like they crawled out from an experiment involving a rainbow and acid.\"\n\" ... that makes sense!\"\n\nTurning back towards Kathlin, and Silje hiding behind her, Naliyah would smile cheerfully as she looked at them with a big, broad smile.\n\n\"Have you guys met this Draenei before?\" She inquired with enthusiasm, motioning back towards Malizia.\n\"She is actually quite a cool girl! I was thinking, why don't I get some drink, and we all get together for a wonderful chat?!\"",
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] | "I don't think I caused that?"
"I don't think you did either... " Sharon uttered with an utterly stoic face as he simply gazed at the secret conversation that was going on between Naliyah and Malizia, as he simply leaned in slightly towards Liaena.
"I think it is quite simply a completely naturally occurring harmonious relationship between two equally devious minds when they are put in the same room."
Sharon reasoned as he looked at them, silently shaking his head as he did so. Obviously there was a big difference between Malizia and Naliyah, first and foremost that the aforementioned was a Death Knight and an unholy killing machine. Even if Malizia might have had a secret kinky flair similar to that of Naliyah, Sharon found it still difficult to imagine that this could ever be the basis of a partnership, let alone friendship between the two!
"We need to nip this unholy alliance in the bud!"
As Naliyah turned around to speak to them, presumably on behalf of Malizia, Sharon was quick to step forward, reach an arm up to Naliyah's shoulder, and attempt to pull her down as he walked off to the side, giving Liaena a look indicating that "she deal with the other", as Sharon brought Naliyah off to the side line.
"Sentinel Naliyah, if I could just have a word... or two, with you, about your new friend." Sharon started, pulling Naliyah further down
When suitably far enough away from Malizia, who at that point was staring directly down at Liaena; with no Sharon or Naliyah to stand in between; The High Elf continued on with his little 'dialogue' with Naliyah.
"While I am all for seeing you make new friends; and I think, trying to befriend a Draenei, even a Death Knight at that, is very progressive of you; I would like to remind you that the woman you were talking to IS in fact an agent of evil. A Death Knight, a harbinger of death and woe, a spreader of disease and darkness. She is not just evil in the grey sense, like 'all orcs must die!', but in 'the whole world must die!' kind of way, and I think it is important that we stand together against her! Whatever devious things she may have promised you, it's not worth it!" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"You are being too hard on yourself.\" Vashi said with a smirk as she looked back up at Mei, before raising a finger to poke it directly at the front of her forehead.\n\n\"You need to live less inside of there... \" She said, as she gestured with her finger to point at the air around them.\n\" ... and more out here!\"\n\nHowever, as the Draenei opened the doorhandle, the sight that would greet her in the dimly lit guestroom ahead of her was not that of any drunken elf, caught in some intimate act. Instead, as they looked into the room, they could see a group of six or more large, furry nightsabers; the huge felines that the Night Elves used as mounts dotting the room ahead of them. The beds, sheets, carpets and draperies of the room had been all torn up by the large creatures living inside, and as the door swung open, at least a dozen glowing eyes immediately turned to gaze towards the disturbance.\n\n\"Ohhh, so that's where we left them!\" Vashi commented as she looked into the room at the gathered nightsabers inside. The nightsabers, when they noticed Vashi at first, did not seem to be any bothered or alarmed by the sight. It was something they had seen a thousand times before. The new figure in the form of Mei, the Draenei, however, succeeded in garnering quite a different reaction as at least four of the nightsabers got on their feet and let out a series of threatening growls.\n\n\" ... I don't think they like you... \"\n\nVashi, quickly recognizing where the situation was heading, would raise one hand, and with a spell; she would immediately cause the door to swing shut and close just as the largest, black furred Nightsaber lunged forward towards Mei. As the door closed shut right in front of the nightsaber, which was none other than Serphia's very own, a loud crash could be heard from the other side as the very door bulged outwards towards the corridor they were in. Deep roars and growling emanated from inside the room, as wooden chunks of the other side of the door could be heard being torn off on the other end by multiple sets of razor sharp claws!\n\nLooking back up at Mei, Vashi would simply throw her a reassuring smile!\n\n\"Ohh, that one would just be Silafeen, or \"Ripfang\" in common. It's the mistress's own mount!\" Vashi explained as she motioned towards the door with her hand.",
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"text": "\"I suppose so.\" Mei replied with a sigh. Here she went, being lectured about life from a night elf who was certainly quite a big younger than her. Ohh well, just went to show how one's age didn't matter when it came to life lessons, Mei supposed.\" Well I did lock myself into rage for a good few years back when Exodar crashed... Never expect to fully recover from that... Still feel the desire to spread chaos and death from time to time. Heh... in the end I turned into something not too different from the orc berserkers...\"\n\n \"Ohh joy...\" Mei replied as she also started growling at the nightsabers, eyes locked. She knew that the only way to get such animals to stop was to show them there was no fear inside you and that you are as dangerous if not more than them. Eyes locked with the lead one, she let herself get in tune with the rage inside her at least until the night elf closed the door suddenly with her magic.\n\n Meirie blinked a few times as her own bloodlust faded, unable to realize what happened at first. She then looked at Vashi who was giving her the reassuring smile.\n \n \"You really shouldn't have done that. They will need to learn not to attack me if I'm to travel with you from now on.\" She replied and took a few steps back and away from the door, noticing the sounds of tearing wood from the other side of the door.\" Vashi, you think this wooden door will hold?\" She asked, throwing a questioning look at hte mage.\n\n \"Guess that at least explains it's zeal... and arrogance even for a mount. To attack like that despite not being ordered to.\" The draenei stated, giving a unimpressed expression.\" A true mount doesn't act without it's master's orders unless the master is in direct danger.\" She stated and slowly put the mage to step on the ground and stand alone for she half expected the door to be broken soon and the mounts to charge her. If they did... well they were going to learn how a weaponless draenei can use her head.\n\n \"Alright change of plans then... today I will run on reserve energy and stamina potions. Let's find out what's going down and maybe meet the master of this mansion again. I would wish to apologyze for the damage I caused, fighting Ryuuna.\"",
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"text": "Liaena shot Sharon an 'are you kidding me' look as she turned to look up at the Draenei that very effectively loomed over her like a mountain. A very unfriendly looking mountain. \n\n\"And here was me thinking we had beaten her already. Ho hum.\"\n\"Sooo….they would really like it if you didn't hurt anyone\" \n\nLiaena said as she jerked her thumb over her shoulder at Kathlin and Silje. There was a painful pause from the girls behind her, before Kathlin finally got the memo: \"Oh. Yes. Right! Don't hurt anyone please\"\n\n \"Not to denigrate your seduction prowess but….you might be coming on a little strong for them\" Liaena stood on her tip toes to pseudo-whisper at the draenei. Behind her, Silje was still looking at Malizia as if the human was a little bird and the draenei was a hungry lion. Kathlin was watching Liaena with a 'I hope you know what you're doing' expression on her face. \"humans can be very sensitive about this…it's important to treat them carefully, you know? Watch:\"\n\n\"How about we all calm down and go get a drink or something?\" \n\nLiaena enquired at normal volume to the room at large. Kathlin gave her a long stare before slowly nodding her head in acquiescence. \"Sure….sounds good\"\n\n\"A drink?\" Silje quavered, looking as though Liaena had just suggested they strip off naked and dance in the square. \n\nLiaena turned her back on Malizia to approach the younger girl with a warm, motherly smile and a slight pat on the shoulder (the pair were about the same height). \"Sure. Maybe something to eat as well, if you've got the stomach for it? You must have been running around all night at this point\"\n\n\"B-but…what about….her!?\" \nSilje stuttered, staring past Liaena and Kathlin at the hulking Malizia. Liaena merely placed an arm around the little girl comfortingly, and also to steer her effortlessly towards the stairs. Kathlin glanced around the room briefly, raised her eyes heavenward and trailed after. \"It's okay. She and I have an understanding…..and she's not going to do anything else to scare you. Right?\" (this last was directed at Malizia).",
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"text": "Vashi would giggle at the comment, staring over at Mei with a funny smile.\n\n\"You're already more humble than the rest of my warband combined.\" She said with an amused tone, before tilting her head playfully to the side as she looked up at the big Draenei next to her.\n\"Not that it is really such a great achievement in and of itself, now that I think of it... but it doesn't make it any less of a good thing!\"\n\nThe Night Elf mage chuckled as she walked together with Mei down towards the nearest stairs to find the atrium and the mage. She did not know the High Elf Mage of this house much, but in what limited interaction she had had with him, he did appear like an okay guy! The patience with which he had dealt with the rest of her warband was something to be admired.\n\nPerking one ear up as she listened to the banging from upstairs, presumably from the nightsaber wanting to get out, Vashi would peer back up at Mei.\n\n\"And don't worry, the best way to get them to accept newcomers is to just show that you're friend with their boss!\"\n\n*\n\nNaliyah was initially taken by surprise when the High Elf mage wanted to drag her off to talk with her, being one of the last kind of people in the house the Night Elf would have expected to take interest in her!\n\nListening to the High Elf's little speech whilst partly resting on top of his head with her chest, Naliyah would quickly form a frown as she cast a quick glance back at Malizia standing behind them.\n\n\"But... are you really sure she is a paragon of evil?\" Naliyah asked, her ears perking up as she glanced between Malizia as the Death Knight was standing there, eying Liaena and the rest of the girls with a wicked grin, and then back down at the High Elf who at that point was doing his best not to face palm.\n\n\"I mean... well, she may be big and bad, but that describes mistress too!\" Naliyah argued, trying her best to think of an argument in favor of Malizia. \n\"Like, she offered us to team up! Team up! Like, how often is it that you get a big Draenei like that, offering to help out. I think she has some potential that we really shouldn't waste!\" Naliyah said as she turned towards the High Elf, grabbing him with both of her arms as she beamed down at him with an enthusiastic smile on her face!\n\n\"The Draenei seems already have made good friends with the human girls, and she and Sentinel Luci are practically inseparable!\"\n\nNaliyah exclaimed with a big smile, just as across the atrium, at the stairs, where Liaena and Silje were heading. Coming walking down would be Vashi and Mei. Vashi would be the first one to raise an eyebrow when she saw the atrium, initially smiling when she saw Liaena and Silje, but then frowning slightly as she saw Malizia just stand about in the open of the atrium.\n\n\"Uhhm... \" Vashi paused as she was taken slightly aback by the sight, before prodding Mei in the side as she motioned towards Malizia with one hand.\n\"Isn't that that Ryuuna girl you just beat up earlier?\"",
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] | Sharon let out a big sigh in return as he listened to the pink haired Night Elf's defense of the Draenei.
" ... is she drunk? Or High?"
There was a pause in which the High Elf moved his head to the side so that he could get a clearer look up at Naliyah for a moment, just to look at her and study her expression. Alas, despite his suspicions, there was no sign of Naliyah being either drunk or high, at least not to any significant degree.
Instead, it seemed like the source of her weird behaviors was just... well, just Naliyah being Naliyah.
"Look, Naliyah, we don't bed the agents of evil, we... " Sharon started, only to pause for a moment as he rethought his words.
"I mean... we do not team up with the agents of evil, no matter how good or ´sweet´their promise may be! This Draenei, this Death Knight, she is only going to seek to manipulate you! If you follow her, you may never get to see Rithrynn! It is... "
As Sharon was leaning a little bit backwards whilst talking to Naliyah, he could not help but get a glimpse past the pink haired Night Elf only to see Vashi and Meirie as the two of them were just walking down the stairs towards the atrium, only to then notice Malizia standing in the room!
"Oh shii... time for damage control!"
"Naliyah, let's discuss this later! Just... go play with the rest of your sentinels in the meantime!" Sharon then quickly urged Naliyah as he began to push her towards the nearby living room, giving her a slap on one big buttock before he turned about to look at Meirie and Vashi as they were walking down.
Malizia, in the meantime, had also noticed the two newcomers, as her eyes immediately darted over to Vashi and Meirie, but more particularly, the latter, giving the other Draenei a smirk when she saw her and muttered:
"Nice to see you again, sister... " | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "As Meirie and Vashi walked down the stairs and eventually came across the sight of Melizia in the room, Mei halted her movement for a moment. Her eyes locked on the death knight as the eyes of a predator upon pray. Still she did not burst into rage from the get go. Her gaze remained somewhat calm, which was due the fact she was no under the influence of alcohol at the moment.\" That she is…\" The draenei replied to Vashi and started walking down again.\n\n Mei noticed that the high elf quickly evacuated a night elf from the area. His expression said it all, he was trying to protect his home from the incredibly likely devastation that awaited it, considering that Melizia was still alive.\n\n \"Despite my greatest wishes, you are still crawling around like an insect that just refuses to die... sister\" The berserker said, noting the death knight's words and even giving them the sarcastic 'sister' at the end.\n\n \"Master Sharon, I see you've avoided my warnings to dispose of this abomination when the chance was clearly present.\" Meirie said with a police voice and way fo speaking, addressing the mage with formalities.\" Lucky for you, eh… Ryu… no, Melizia. Was that not your new name?\"\n\n \"That said, you have my thanks for the unexpected hospitality after the earlier battle, Master Sharon.\" The draenei said with a slight bow.\" Again, I would like to express my urgency to deal with Melizia while we have the chance. She's too dangerous of a being to be left alive…\" Mei stated, throwing a glance at the death knight. Despite her burning desire to squash the head of the death knight and tear her to pieces, in the berserker's mind she could still remember the Ryuuna from way before the problems with the orcs even started. Such a pity, sadly that woman died long, long ago.\" Too bad, I've left your master's blade back at Exodar. Would have made a fine way to execute you for all of your crimes.\" The berserker stated, returning her gaze at the high elf.\n\n \"She is a criminal, already sentenced to death even before she turned into this…\" Mei said to Sharon.\" If I have to, I will turn to the draenei delegation here in Stormwind and make this a political matter…\"",
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"text": "\" If I have to, I will turn to the draenei delegation here in Stormwind and make this a political matter…\"\n\n\"….\"\n\nMalizia, who had previously been snatching coy glances at Silje and Kathlin, turned aggressively on Mei at this, who was still visibly heavily bandaged from her previous confrontation with the Death Knight. A sneer twisted her face as she studied the latter. \"A delegation. Really sister. How did you even survive your first millennia?\"\n\n\"Do not mock me, Ryunna. You lost this fight, remember?\"\n\n\"…And besides, she has new loyalties now!\"\nLiaena attempted to cut in at this point, with a winning smile and a gesture towards Silje and Kathlin with a 'speak up!' expression on her face. Her non-verbalised plea was met with the dumb silence of horror from Silje and a raised eyebrow from Kathlin. \"I don't know. This draenei delegation sound like lovely people\"\n\n\"Thanks, Kitty. Real helpful\"\n\n\"Oh, is it a rematch you are looking for? Without hiding behind that trollop, maybe?\" Malizia sneered, clenching her fists. A gesture towards Vashi made it evident as to exactly who the trollop was that she was referring to, as she gave Kathlin and Silje a quick glance and smile. \"Wait for me, my doves, this won't take long\"\n\n\"Must I put you down again, sister…\"\n\n\"…well, I think…\"\n\n\"Only if you get in my way, sister\"\n\n\"…that…\"\n\n….\n\nRealising she was now being completely ignored in favour of squaring up against Mei, with all the rest of her attention being diverted towards Kathlin and Silje, Liaena stopped talking. A moment passed – before she produced her dart gun out of one pocket, loaded it and shot Malizia in the back at point blank range. \n\n\"Whhhuuu…..YOU!\"\n\nSwinging around in a dazed rage, Malizia lunged out with a huge fist at Liaena – only to plink against a shimmering golden shield that had appeared hastily out of nowhere. The draenei stared, before turning to look at Kathlin with eyes of pained betrayal as Liaena reloaded her dart gun. \"My dove…why!?\"\n\n*fwit*\n\nWhhhhyyyy……zzzzzz\n\n*crunch*\n\n\"Okay. That's it. I'm done\" Liaena said loudly into the silence that followed. Glaring daggers at Mei, the tiny girl poked Malizia on the floor with a foot. \"Go on then. Take her. Take her to your Draenei delegation, or whatever, and don't forget to mention she works for the White Hand. Also, get out, and stop getting in my way when I'm trying to do important things like you know….interrogate somebody. I don't have the patience for her, or you\"",
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"text": "\"I don't have the patience for her, or you\"\n\n\"CAPTURE TEH INTRUDER!\"\n\n\"DON'T LET THE TENTACLE FACE GET AWAY!!\"\n\n\"CHAARGE\"\n\n\"Ohhh, hai, sisters. Are you so happy to see,-\"\n\n*THUNK*\n\n\"Owwhh!\"\n\nLiaena would barely have a chance to finish her sentence before the combined warcry of at least a dozen armed and semi-armored Night Elven sentinels suddenly came surging out from the door to the living room as they stormed out into the atrium, armed with viciously sharp elven swords, bows, spears and glaives! Naliyah, who had been in the process of leaving, was promptly knocked down by the incoming wave before she had barely even been able to say \"hello\", and stepped on as they charged on past! Valia and Lelili were running ahead, and judging by how they were yelling the loudest: they were probably the ones in command of the charge as well!\n\nMost of them looked as if they had been drunk, naked and half-awake when they had been rushed to their battle gear on short notice when the alarm had been sounded - which was very likely the case with most of them! The only ones who seemed sober and properly in uniform (by Night Elf standards) were three black cloaked Watchers who were with them.\n\n\"WHERE IS THE INTRUDER?!\" Sounded the almost unanimous cries of at least three different sentinels as they rapidly scanned the room with their silvery eyes from beneath their helmets, eying everything with utmost suspicion! \n\nAs they rumbled into the room, there would be an awkward pause as they gazed out across the current situation. The first thing that caught their attention was the large, slumbering Draenei Death Knight that was currently lying on the carpet in the middle of the atrium, with her face on the floor and big butt wriggling happily about in the air as she slept beautifully, lost in her own dreams. Moving on from the obvious sight(and obviously the least threatening sight), they then flashed over to the familiar Sharon, then the always-suspicious Liaena, the nondescript and totally unimportant looking Kathlin and Silje, and finally, over at Vashi, and; standing next to her, the only person matching the description of a big, fighty Draenei that could escape - as opposed to the one currently sleeping...\n\n2 + ? = 4\n\n...\n\n\"GET AWAY FROM THE FIEND, VASHI!\"\n\"SURRENDER, TENTACLE-FACE!\"\n\"YOU ARE SURROUNDED!\"\n\"WHAT DID YOU DO TO LUCI?!\"\n\"SHUFFLE A TENTACLE AND YOU'RE A PIN-CUSHION!\"\n\"ASH FELADORA O´RIN TA(YOU'RE DEAD, BITCH!)\"\n\"THOUGHT YOU COULD ESCAPE?!\"\n\nWithin the blink of an eye, at least a dozen shiny weapons had been pointed at Mei before she could even say \"parley\", as a line of battle-hungry Night Elves were glaring down at her! \n\nVashi, struck by a moment of confusion by all this, would shortly realize what was going on as she stepped out in front of Mei, doing the best she could to block the big Draenei as she raised her arms! Although Vashi was a big, 7ft Night Elf, Mei was an even bigger, 8ft+ Draenei Warrior, which did make hiding her a little bit harder!\n\n\"NO! Wait! Sisters! You have the wrong Draenei! She is not the escapee!\" Vashi called out to the line of over-zealous and impatient looking Night Elves that were currently enroaching on them!\n\"PLEASE! DON'T KILL MY ONLY FRIEND!\"",
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] | Sharon let out a looong sigh.
It was one partially of relief, as Liaena had indeed succeeded in subduing the very dangerous Draenei Death Knight, with a little help on the sideline from Kathlin.
On the other hand, it was also partially one of disappointment, as the Night Elves had now come to the rescue like the cavalry they were, always too loud and usually too late to the fight.
And the fact that they now were confusing the Good Draenei with the Bad Draenei, aka; Mei with Malizia; did not make it any better.
"PLEASE! DON'T KILL MY ONLY FRIEND!"
Looking at the situation with an exhausted look, Sharon would instead gaze over at Liaena as he placed an arm over her shoulders and held her closer.
"You did good, my dear." He smiled down at her as he gave her a kiss on the cheek, before he turned to look towards the mess ahead, or more particularly; the Night Elves.
"I don't know how they even come up with this shit... "
As much as he would have enjoyed watching Liaena sort the entire problem out by setting her dart gun on full auto and letting it rip, the High Elf found himself questioning the practicability of such an idea; and so, with the nod of a man whom may not like it but knew it had to be done; he took one step towards the crowd.
"Let's at least try to limit the friendly fire as to avoid our new friend getting murderized on the first day at the house... "
"She's right, girls! She's right!" Sharon announced loudly as well as he raised his one hand and staff as he walked over to the stairs, brushing through the crowd of Night Elves that had gathered as he moved to stand with Vashi in front of Mei, being then the shortest of the three and facing down the crowd of trigger happy Night Elves.
... which was actually a lot more scarier than you'd think when you were standing right in front of them!
"Sentinel Vashi is right! The Draenei standing with me is a friend. She is not the perpetrator who tried to rob me, steal my house, kill me, kill those I loved, and generally ruin everything I care about. The REAL perpetrator is the one lying on the floor over there... " Sharon said, pointing narrowly at the sleeping body of Malizia currently lying on the floor.
"Let me confirm to you that the danger has passed, and I thank you for showing up... even though you were late."
Sharon peered out across the crowd of Night Elves, and noticed a distinct lack of a big, angry Serphia kicking her Sentinels about. The lack of a leadership element did not make dealing with her warband any easier.
"Light forbid I'd ever actually miss Captain Serphia!"
Turning to Mei, Sharon would quirk a smile as he looked up at the Draenei.
"Don't worry, this happens all the time around here. Normally we manage to avoid the friendly fire part... normally."
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The arrival of the Night Elves had done little to dissuade Silje's level of concern. Whilst she had initially been hiding on the side of Kathlin furthest away from Malizia, the young girl now found herself rotating slightly as to put Kathlin between herself and the now pack of Night Elves that were crowding the autrium!
"Dear light, sweet mercy, there's so many of them!" Whispered a terrified Silje into Kathlin's ears as she looked at the literal firing line the Night Elves had formed in front of Mei the Draenei.
"What do they want from her? Are they going to kill her?! Should we be running?!?"
Silje continued to whisper into Kathlin's ears as the eyes were glued to the sight in front of them while she used the aforementioned girl as a combined makeshift cover and hiding. Her old boss may have been down for the count, but the fact that the atrium was now filled with the very same elves who's house she had participated in invading did not sit well with the girl!
"I... I think we will be able to escape if we run as soon as they start killing everyone!" | true | 1 |
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Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "Rows upon silver eyes that had previously been glaring at Mei like daggers, ready to pounce at any moment; would instead be turned around to gaze at the odd sight of a peculiar human priestess; Liaena; as she was probing the enlarged hindquarters of the unconscious Malizia.\n\nAfter the \"evidence\", also known as Sentinel Luci, had been handed over to the nearest Sentinel by Liaena, there was a moment of confusion in the room, before some of the nearest ones started to chuckle once they realized where Luci had been!\n\nA few of the Night Elves cast disappointed looks over at Mei, as if they had just missed out on a promising fight.\n\n\"NOO! It's not what it looks like... I WAS TRYING TO DESTROY THE INTRUDER!\" Luci cried out ever so furiously, to the combined laughter and giggling of her surrounding sentinels; all the while pulling in her own purple hair!\n\n\"Ohhhhh, sure you were! We all know the best way to take down a big bootied Draenei is from behind, right?\n\"Heh, I bet you wouldn't mind staying for a bit longer, eh Luci?!\"\n\n\"GgggggrrOOOWWLLL!!! I HATE YOU GUYS!\" Luci growled as she sat in the open palm of the sentinel holding her, the tiny elf fuming with a rage that currently dwarfed anything else in the room!\n\nLuci glared back over at Liaena for a moment with a hard look. On one hand, she was happy she had been saved from the inexorable depths of Malizia's oversized butt. On the other hand, being stuck in said depths almost beat the rediciule that had been awaiting her on the outside!\n\n\"Elune, fuck my life... \"\n\n\"D'aaaawww, what's wrong, Luci? Are you unhappy?\" \n\nThat voice...\n\nLuci's eyes shot wide open. She had not paid any attention as to which Sentinel was holding her, but as she carefully turned around from where she sat to glance back up at her face, she noticed Naliyah big, happy face looming over her as the pink haired Sentinel gave her a sly wink!\n\n... \n\n\" ... help ... \"\n\n*\n\nOver at the other side of the room, Vashi beamed up at Sharon and Mei, appearing excited to see the danger pass as her sisters everywhere turned their weapons away and began to return to their posts... although most would be returning to their drinks!\n\n\"We did it!\" Vashi exclaimed, before noticing the glances being passed between Liaena and Mei. Placing a reassuring hand on both of them, she instead smiled.\n\n\"If she ever acts up again, I promise I'll turn her into a sheep before she can get into any real trouble!\" Vashi said with a cheerful tone as she gave Mei a reassuring smile!",
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"text": "As the Night Elves that had just crowded the room started to disperse, and the row of weapons that had once been pointed at him, Mei and Vashi were finally lowered, Sharon let out a quiet sigh of relief.\n\n\"I'm not sure if I should even be thankful the ´security´ showed up in the first place at all!\"\n\nAs some of the elves were returning to their drinks, and Sentinel Luci had succeeded in becoming the main center of attention for the rest of the Night Elves in the room; however much so to said Sentinel's dismay; Sharon turned to the group that had formed close to to him, eying Vashi with a bit of an amused smile.\n\n\"It's quite a harmless spell, most of the time.\" Sharon commented to Mei as he gauged the Draenei's reaction to Vashi's promise about turning her into a sheep to prevent trouble, a promise that Sharon knew would be sufficient to frighten most commoners!\n\nQuietly listening to one of Luci's protests in the background, Sharon turned around to look over at Liaena with a smile. \n\n\"We should probably go and find Rithrynn, or at the very least Captain Serphia. I have a feeling we're going to need them for what we're going to do next.\" Sharon explained, before passing a look between Mei and Liaena.\n\"And I will go deal with the Draenei. I fear with the current attention of the Night Elves, she might very well be able to simply get up and walk straight out the front door without anyone noticing!\"\n\nSharon said as he motioned towards the big bump in the middle of the floor that was Malizia currently sleeping away, looking a little less dreamy now, presumably because one of her favourite elves had been taken from her.\n\nThe High Elf knew they could not keep the Death Knight around. Problems abound by her mere presence, and the sooner they could get her sent away, incarcerated, or fly her off to the Draenei embassy; the better. He could not see any use for her, and Liaena's patience with any interrogation attempt seemed to have worn off completely from what he could tell! \nShaking his head, Sharon would glance back at Malizia, only to notice two half-dressed Sentinels as they were currently using the curves of the big, unconscious Draenei as a soft couch to sit on - seemingly testing Malizia out as some potential new furniture!\n\n*Sigh*",
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"text": "Meirie tried to not pay any attention to what was going on with Meiliza and the noisy human girl from earlier. That one was interesting, so tiny and yet such voice. Well at the end of the day it really wasn't all that unique though she hadn't seen it in a while. Humans being the shortlived and determined race, individuals like that appeared in frequent enough numbers. They made for great companions and horrifying enemies. Especially if they handled potions and from what the berserker gathered this Liaena girl was well versed in potions. She had witnessed a potion hatchel being dropped along with all the potions in it… the result were… fiery.\n\n \"We did indeed, Vashi.\" The draenei berserker said with a nod at the night elven mage's joy. Mei gave a small smile and a nod, before throwing a glance at the human girl, giving her a thankful nod also.\n\n \"If she acts up again, she won't get the chance to cause any trouble… or to even make a sound before I snap her neck…\" The berserker stated. Bringing the death knight to justice with trial and execution was going to be a grand thing, but considering she was working for someone and from the vague clues she got, that someone must be of substantial power and influence.\n\n \"Actually can't we keep her in a sheep state?\" Mei suddenly asked the magic users by her side.\" It would be good… she won't be able to use her magics, won't be able to really rampage and frankly her allies won't really recognize her while I escort her to the delegation.\"\n\n \"Right… their captain? I know where she is…\" Meirie stated, making a mental recall of her movement since she was summoned by Vashi.\" I'm pretty sure they are where we left them… where, the captain got hit by friendly fire from a certain potion… yeah. You two stay behind me when we approach. Can't be sure what might fly our way once we open that door and disturb the influenced captain.\"",
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"text": "\"Weren't we just going to give her to the city watch?\" Liaena enquired, giving Malizia a look of distaste. The girl looked none too thrilled about the prospect of potentially not booting the Death Knight out of the door post haste; given she evidently concurred whole-heartedly with Sharon about Night-Elven competence levels. The last thing that was required was for Malizia to start yet another rampage of destruction. \n\nIt had been a long day.\n\n\"That sounds like quite a good idea, actually\" Kathlin agreed amicably in response to Mei's sheep-question. The second young woman of the trio appeared considerably less aggravated with the situation than her shorter colleague as she gave the Draenei a light smile. \"Would you like me to accompany you? I need to help Silje give a statement anyway\"\n\n\"Uhhh…what?\" Silje stuttered at this. The girl looked caught between conflicting emotions: the joy of finally leaving the (mad)house and the fear of what awaited her on the outside. \"They'll arrest me!\"\n\n\"Of course they won't….\"\n\"yeah, they might\"\n\nKathlin exhaled slightly as she gave Liaena a very pointed look of 'you're not helping' over Silje's shoulder. \"You were used like a pawn. They're not going to arrest you. But you should give a statement. You're a witness of all of this\"\n\n\"Uh-huhmmm….\" Silje said nervously, not looking entirely on board with all of this. Kathlin frowned slightly, studying the Draenei at their feet again. \"Alternatively…we could just call the guard in. That would save us shifting her across the city. But your household is crazy and might attack them. What do you think?\" (This was aimed at Sharon)\n\nLiaena meanwhile had been distracted by Mei and the talk of disturbing Serphia at her…play. The young woman merely quirked an eyebrow at the Draenei. \"....Why not. After you then\"",
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"text": "\"Actually can't we keep her in a sheep state?\"\n\n\"That sounds like quite a good idea, actually\"\n\n\"Uhhh... \" Vashi paused for a moment as she gazed back at the enthusiasm that had suddenly gathered around the whole sheep idea, considering how she was going to respond.\n\n\"I could polymorph her into a sheep... \"\n\n!!\n\n\" ... but, it has a duration of only 1 minute, which means I would basically have to constantly recast and reapply the spell for the whole trip! Which I think might garner just as much attention from the townspeople, if not more!\"\n\nVashi frowned a bit, but not because she found the suggestion of non-magic-initiates as foolish, but rather, because she had to break their bubble and the enthusiasm that seemed to have gathered around the idea! \n\nShe could probably also have warned them about the increasing risk of a miscast and accident by repeated spellcasts, not to mention a general rise in arcane instability, establishment of an inert flux field, addition to a magical chaos flow, and all the obvious health risks that accompanied such variables, but she felt there was no need for an overkill in the explanation.\n\nLooking at Meirie and Kathlin, she wondered if any of them even knew what multiplicative surge theory was.\n\nStepping behind Mei and next to Liaena as they were about to head upstairs to find the Captain, Vashi looked up and responded to her concern about potentially encountering flying objects from the Captain.\n\n\"Don't worry, Sentinel Lithrielle is the best shot in the warband. Mistress's forte has always been up close and personal, being a bit medicore at range by Night Elf standards... but don't tell her I said that!\"",
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] | "I think there are limits, even to Night Elven stupidity... " Sharon muttered with a thoughtful expression, throwing a wary look over at the Night Elves to the room to make sure none of them heard that comment.
Fortunately, the Sentinels seemed too preoccupied by making fun of Luci, and watching the interaction between Luci and a very interested Naliyah.
"The main question is how much we can trust the city guard." Sharon replied as he turned to look at Liaena, becoming aware of the all-too-obvious desire to get rid of Malizia as soon as possible. A desire that was understandable, but one that Sharon also realized was one that they couldn't hurry. If they did it wrong and Malizia simply got away, then what would they do?
"If she manages to escape, it would hardly make the situation any better. I doubt she would let herself be caught so easily the next time." The High Elf said as he walked over to where Malizia lay on the ground, motioning for the two Night Elves sitting on top of her to move away as he knelt down next to the sleeping Draenei to poke at her.
He knew he had made plenty of jabs at the Night Elves and their general level of competence when it came to matters of urban security and prisoners in general, but at the same time, Sharon had to admit that his trust in the City Guard was shaky as well.
If they had been doing their job, he wouldn't have to deal with these constant house invasions, let alone have to hire a warband of Night Elves!
"I'm going to make a petition to the Burgmeister for a reevaluation of the City Guard once this is over!"
"I think it is best if we take her with us ourselves. While it would be risky, we would at least be there to see her locked up chains." Sharon reasoned as he looked back up at Liaena.
"It is the surest way to confine her, unless you want to just shrink her and have her exchange place with Rithrynn." | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Well polymorph out of the question then... doesn't matter. If we have to, we will shrink her and tine her up so much she resembles a ball of rope if we must.\" Meirie mentioned to Vashi's statement about hte duration of the magic transformation.\" Main points are to shut her mouth and not give her the ability to muster any physical or magical strenght. We keep her unconcious or something similar and we should be alright.\"\n\n \"Chop her limbs then. Death knights do not bleed, but she also cannot really walk or do anything really without those. It should be a sufficient working plan.\" Mei stated before she slowly started to climb the stairs up. She knew exactly where the captain and the other sentinel were supposed to be. She also had noted the sentinel captain's strenght. \n\n \"Vashi... I'm not worried about precise targeting.\" The berserker replied as they reached the floor where Serphia and Rithrynn were.\" What I'm more worried is something big and heavy hurled in this direction. Sure I can take the hit and probably block a table let's say, but if any of you is even touched by something like that, it won't be pretty.\" She stated slowly leading the way towards the room they needed.\n\n \"The body is capable of producing incredibly amounts of power under the right stimuli.... like my rage for example. Overwhelming lust or love should be similar.\" The berserker stated.\n\n When they were finally at the door, she made a gesture for hte others to move more behind her in some light distance, before she knocked on the door.\" Honored captain of the sentinels in this mansion, we need to talk.\" She stated, loud enough to be heard inside.",
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"text": "\"Chop her limbs then. Death Knights do not bleed, but she also cannot do anything without those. It would be a sufficient working plan\"\n\n\"Uhm…I think that would count as 'torture'\" Kathlin said cautiously after the Bezerker, who had now gone to start slowly climbing the stairs in a Serphia based direction. \"Which isn't really allowed\"\n\n\"What are these things you call 'human rights'? This house disbelieves in their existence!\" Liaena drawled, before crouching down next to Malizia's head. \"Fine, whatever, I'm going to shrink her. Kitty, do you think you can stop her if she lets rip with any spells?\"\n\n\"Some magic, maybe. I'm not good with curses\" Kathlin cautioned, before throwing a glance after Mei and Vashi. \"Li, weren't you going to help them with Serphia?\"\n\n\"….So put it this way: if Serphia gets kill-happy with that Draenei, she can just leave. No harm done\" Liaena commented after a pause. Producing a potion, she inserted the neck into Malizia's mouth and upended it. \"If I get stuck between a Serphia that wants me dead, and a Sherpa that wants me dead? Slightly more of a problem. And I'm going to need to do a brew, I'm not made of potions, yeesh\"\n\n\"She did help us fight the Death Knight\"\n\n\"Granted! Buuut….if she's going to stay here, I can't endlessly babysit her. And if I'm not endlessly babysitting her, she needs to learn how not to piss off Night Elves with her existence\" Liaena retorted with some finality in her tone. Malizia having shrunken to the size of a very very small Draenei, the girl straightened up holding her between finger and thumb, produced her now rather grubby tin with air holes and dropped her inside. \"Call it a baptism by fire, if you will\"\n\n\"I seem to recall those not being much fun….\" Kathlin murmured, as she gave Liaena a distinctly hard look. \"….and she's also trying to help Rithrynn. Who is your friend\"\n\n\"—Who has left me in equally embarrassing situations for a extended period any number of times. Quit nagging me!\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Well, the Death Knight still needs to go\" Kathlin concluded quietly after a long pause. Glancing around, she briefly caught Sharons eye. \"It'd probably be better if you didn't come with us, Mister Dal'dieb. You being August Personage with a price on your head and everything\"",
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"text": "\"No mistress, you have it all wrong! This is not you! You have been confused!\" Rithrynn called out, struggling as she was against the insides of Captain Serphia's unnecessarily large bubble butt, but to little avail.\n\n\"I am SO gonna kill Liaena for this... !\"\n\nRithrynn thought in her mind, having no doubts about the involvement of Liaena in the Captain's very recent and very surprising affection for her! Surely this was just one of her petty pranks, now directed at her!\n\nShe made a mental note that once she got out, the first thing she would do was to strangle that potion-abusing midget!\n\n\"LET. ME. GO!\" Rithrynn grimaced, as she threw a violent tantrum against the fleshy walls, causing a great commotion in Serphia's rear! \n\nSerphia was lying on her bed in the private guestroom, the large Night Elven Captain lying with her face and chest pressed down against the bed, while her great thighs and big butt was pushed high up in the air in turn; all done to make the \"journey\" as convenient as possible for Rithrynn.\n\nAt the surge of movement from the tiny sentinel now deep within her butt, Serphia let out a long moan of satisfaction.\n\n\"Ohhh, Rithrynn, that's perfect... perfect!\"\n\nShe had no idea why, but for some reason, Rithrynn was just so incredibly adorable, and she felt so good! Even somehow better so than Falere! She did not know why, but frankly, in this moment of pure ecstasy, she didn't much care either!\n\n*BONK*\n*BONK*\n*BONK*\n\n\"Honored captain of the sentinels in this mansion, we need to talk.\"\n\n\"Mmmmffghh.... I'm busy, go away.... aaaahhh!\" Serphia called back at the door, slightly annoyed by whoever it was that was trying to ruin her fun.\n\nClosing her silver eyes, she instead focused on the frantically wriggling little sentinel of Rithrynn in her butt, before she climbed halfway out of bed with her arms, opened her mouth, and let out a moan of pure joy as the big, well trained Captain engaged her every muscle to push and send Rithrynn sliding in a near free-fall deep down into her butt! \n\nAs she did, a faint, almost inaudible scream of pure rage could almost be heard from the room, muttering something about a series of elven curses and \"li\".\n\n*\n\nStanding on the outside of the door to Serphia's room, a few feet behind Mei, Vashi was watching the whole interaction with a degree of caution; fully expecting the door to suddenly blow off its hinges and fly into Mei's face any moment now.\n\nThrowing the Draenei a questioning look, Vashi finally opened her lips to ask.\n\n\"Are you sure we should be interrupting the Captain in her private moment?\" She asked, throwing an uncertain look towards the door, and then back at Mei.\n\n*\n\nBack in the atrium, a Sentinel would suddenly push her way past Liaena to make her way towards Sharon; nonchalantly almost knocking the smaller human over.\n\n\"Do not worry, lesser monkey!\" Sentinel Aleena spoke out proudly as she walked over to the High Elf, Sharon; standing over him before throwing a look back at Kathlin.\n\"He will be safe under the protection of the warriors of the night!\" \n\nShe proclaimed, smiling confidently down at Kathlin, before suddenly turning over to Sharon, grabbing him by the side of his cloak, and suddenly bending over down towards him; with that result that Liaena was promptly pushed back by the Sentinel's big butt!\n\nLowering herself down to eye level with Sharon, Aleena gave him a smirk as she spoke in a slightly more hushed, private tone.\n\n\"You know, about your brother... he DID break my sword. I was thinking you might help... well, you know, seeing as you are family and all; cover for it! It was a really good sword!\" \n\n...\n\n\"And we are almost running out of wine too, I think.\"",
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] | Sharon cast a glance towards Kathlin's voice of concern, before he smiled at her.
"Sure I may be the VIP target here, but that doesn't make the lives of those around me any less valuable." He said, giving Kathlin a consoling nod as he studied the expression of the girl, although her mention of his personage made him furrow one brow; for whatever such a saying could entail for their upcoming adventure.
"At the very least, perhaps you should bring a Night Elf or two with you. For all their flaws, they do their body guard job rather well... "
Speaking of Night Elves, there was one coming right towards him.
Eying Aleena as she marched forward like an unstoppable juggernaut, casually brushing Liaena aside as if she was but a leaf in the path of a brewing storm, she stepped up to him and leaned in down to him, before starting to complain; first about her sword, and then about the wine.
"Ahem... "
Sharon coughed, eying Aleena as if he wasn't really sure where she was going with it all, or what her intentions truly were.
He studied her expression. Was she really going to complain about his evil brother destroying her favourite toy, or was there something else she was trying to say?
Admittedly, given the intelligence and subtlety displayed so far by the Night Elves, it was difficult to say...
"First of all... " Sharon started, assuming as much of a diplomatic posture as he could with Aleena's face literally looming over his.
"I am not responsible for any actions of my brother. He is a free man, and anything he does, he does out of his own free will, on his own accord. As are his actions his own, so well as the responsibility of those actions. Now, I will not pretend to be an expert in Night Elven tradition, but in the tradition of both Humans and High Elves, the blame of a son or brother does not extend itself to the rest of the family."
Sharon said, constantly eying Aleena's expression throughout the whole talk, trying to gauge whether he was about to step on a verbal landmine or something.
"As for the wine... are we truly empty? I thought I had enough to last a dwarven army through the month." He said, trying to sound surprised. Though in all honesty, he was not surprised at all that the wine storage was empty, for he had full well seen and witnessed the partying of the elves.
Light save his wallet... this elven protection was expensive.
Smiling, he placed one hand on Aleena's shoulder, moving it slightly behind her head.
"Besides, I do not think any sword made here in Stormwind could ever truly match the skill of a Keldorei smith... "
All the while, the tin in Liaena's hands that was holding Malizia moved slightly as the Draenei seemed to be waking up, slowly. There was a moment of silent, before it suddenly began to shake again.
"What foul trickery is this?!" Suddenly sounded Malizia's voice from the tin, just before it started to shake violently.
"You are a fool if you think this mortal prison can hold me!"
Without a warning, almost as if some invisible hands had grabbed the tin can, it shot straight up in Liaena's hands to smack her right in the lower face; as if fired by a rubber band.
"This feeble box can never contain my great power! BEHOLD!"
And without a warning, the tin flew back up again, giving Liaena another smack square in the face.
Sharon heard the commotion coming from behind Aleena, but with the big Sentinel currently looming over him, it was impossible for him to tell what was actually going on behind Aleena with Liaena, the smaller girl hidden away by the purple obstacle in his path.
However, stuck as he was in the negotiations with Aleena, he continued to smile up at her; firm in the belief that whatever it was, Liaena would be able to solve it herself. | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Well.. this has to happen one way or another.\" Mei stated at Vashi's question. Serphia had to be snapped out of the potion soon. The warband without it's leader appeared a complete mess and it was her responsibility to keep them both in line and in operational duty both of which they were not at present.\n\n \"Captain Serphia of the night elves, since when has a kaldorei officer, abandons her own unit during times of emergency in order to satisfy desires caused by a love potion?\" Mei replied, hitting the door once more with her knuckles.\" Your people are out of control, enemy target almost twice caused a great danger to the person you should be protecting!\"\n\n \"We have an enemy death knight who's bound to cause troubles again unless she's dealt with right away… There are going to be times for pleasure later. I've heard and seen a lot better of the kaldorei warbands… have it all been a lie?\" She asked, obviously trying to irk Serphia into taking any action whatsoever. \n\n \"Vashi it may be a potion, but even potions are magical effects almost all the time. If you have any cleansing or debuffing magics avaible be ready to use them, we may be able to snap your captain out of it if she doesn't realize what's happening.\" Still the draenei hoped the woman's sense of duty and pride, clears up some of the love haze caused by the potion. At least enough for now.",
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"text": "\"Ugh! Damn it!\" Liaena cursed, torn between trying to wipe her bleeding nose and clutch at the crazed box that was in her hand. The stupid thing took another pot shot at her, smacking into her midriff hard before falling innocently to the ground. \"Kitty! Little help!?\"\n\n\"Hm?\" Kathlin gave her a vague look, before raising an eyebrow at her. \"Help?\"\n\n\"SHUT DOWN THAT BOX – if you can. Light, do I have to do everything!?\" Liaena snarled, before forcing the Malizia box into her satchel. The thing promptly started to jump about as if it were alive, but at this point at least it was in a big enough thing for her to be able to cling onto effectively. \"Cancel the spell, would you!?\"\n\n\"That won't stop her recasting it. And I expect Death Knights have considerable stamina\"\n Kathlin remarked in an indifferent tone as she peered at the satchel. To illustrate her point, the girl waved a hand and the satchel went limp. A moment later it started to jump about again, with Malizia's voice faintly emenating in a thin cackle of laughter. \"HAHAHAAA! You fools! You think you can stand against my might!?\"\n\n\"A mage would be better suited to polymorph her, or freeze her solid. Hey, Vashi could do that. Maybe we should go help her out with Serphia so she could come with\"\n\n\"OR – Sharon could do that as well. Quit being obtuse, unless you're volunteering as the replacement to pacify Serphia!\" Liaena snapped, gathering the badly behaved satchel up in her arms. Kathlin followed her gaze towards Sharon. \n\"I don't know. He seems preoccupied…\"\n\n\"LEAVE ME BE, INSOLENT WRETCH! OR I WILL REMOVE YOU FROM THIS EARTH….later…mmmhhh\"\n\nThe words upstairs tailing away into nothing but grumbly murmurs as Serphia presumably retreated back into her love nest, Kathlin eyed the bouncing satchel askance. \"You know…she could always be the replacement\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Eh. Maybe.\" Liaena muttered, taking a firm grasp on the bag again and peering upstairs. \"Just give it a moment, would you. Let's see how this plays out\"",
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"text": "Serphia decided to go with the approach of trying of ignore the annoying Draenei outside. After all, she had to get tired of shouting eventually!\n\nBracing herself as Rithrynn threw another ferocious tantrum, Serphia gasped, before reflexively squeezing against the tiny elf, sending the tiny Sentinel yet deeper up inside of her big, purple and all-too welcoming butt in a never-ending slide of pure joy!\n\n\"Goddess, this is amazing! ... \" Serphia said, as a moan of pure joy escaped her.\n\n\"I've heard and seen a lot better of the kaldorei warbands… have it all been a lie?\"\n\n\" ... \"\n\nSerphia suddenly took an eerie pause in her bed as the sound of the annoying Draenei filled the room, opening one silver eye; which as it appeared, flashed with a malicious red glow!\n\n\"Has that bitch no idea what privacy means?!\" Serphia growled to herself in a low voice, gaining a furious expression on her face as she slowly rose to her feet; the constant babble of that infuriating Draenei having successfully succeeded in destroying her perfect moment!\n\n\"Later... \"\n\n\"Is it... over?\" Rithrynn muttered cautiously within the darkness deep within Serphia's butt, before she was summarily thrown deeper as Serphia straightened her back without warning, giving Rithrynn a last shove; before grabbing her belt, loincloth and sheathed double swords.\n\n\"This better be important... or someone dies!\" Serphia muttered to herself as she tied the weapon belt and loincloth around her waist, and began to venture towards the door of the dimly lit room.\n\n*\n\n\"Uhhhm... to clear a potion, I would probably need a serious detox treatment!\" Vashi muttered as she watched Mei's stalward attempts at gaining any kind of contact with the Captain.\n\"That's the thing with potions, they are half magical, half physical in nature; so a pure magical remedy is not always eno,-\"\n\n*CRASH*\n\n\"WHAT IS IT?!\"\n\nVashi visibly jumped a few feet into the air and towards Mei as the door to the room in front of them suddenly slammed open as if by a thunderwave.\nLo and behold, in the doorway stood Serphia, the 8ft tall white haired Night Elven Captain glaring at them with eyes of pure fury and maximum annoyance - and wearing nothing other than her weapon belt and silk loincloth.\n\n\"I have designated Sentinels in charge of relaying information about my warband to me personally!\" Serphia growled, her predatory eyes soon finding Mei, the one responsible for ruining her wonderful private time!\n\n\"LIEUTENANT SENTINEL FALERE!\"\n\n\" ... \"\n\nFor a moment, Serphia merely glared at Mei, before suddenly realizing why no Falere came running towards her.\n\n\"Ohhh, I almost forgot you were on an important mission, Fali!\" Serphia's voice suddenly gained a more amused tone as she looked down at her own wide hips, giving her big butt a slap; all which succeeded in garnering some angry squirming from Falere, who was... somewhere even deeper in her butt than Rithrynn!\n\nThen, as if her personality changed again in an instant; Serphia would once again be glaring daggers at Mei!\n\nIf looks could kill, Mei would at this point be very, very, very dead!\n\n\"What is the emergency? Last I checked, my soldiers had this all under control!\"\n\n*\n\nAleena continued to lean over Sharon, giving the High Elf the same, mischiveous smirk she had been giving him since she had arrived.\n\nAt the mention of the natural and obvious superiority of Kaldorei smiths over that of the simple denizens of Stormwind, and whatever petty artefacts they might cobble together; there was a visible blush on Aleena's cheeks.\n\n\"Ohhh, well, of course, hihi.\" She giggled, looking down at Sharon with a sly smile.\n\"But, I still need to pay them... \"\n\nMoving both of her arms around the High Elf's shoulders, Aleena would lean her forehead against his as she gazed down at him with an intense look.\n\n\"Aaaand, you are a mage! I was hoping you could give the sword some of those fancy magical properties, like make it spew fire or be coated with frigid ice winds... after all, I did take down that evil mage for you, didn't I?\" Aleena said with a wink, at that moment playfully wriggling her butt about.\n\n\"I coul... ohhh.\" \n\nAlmost as if stunned, Aleena's face would shift slightly to the side to stare up in bewilderment at something behind Sharon. \nWhich would in fact be Sentinel Lithrielle, who had positioned herself directly behind the High Elf with her arms folded around her chest, and was currently staring down at Aleena past Sharon with a very accusing look.\n\n\"Aleena, what are you doing? ... \" Lithrielle asked, her brows furrowing as they fixed themselves upon Aleena.",
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] | Sharon gazed at Aleena's purple face which was currently taking up most of his view, before craning his head up and backwards; enough so to be able to see the other Sentinel Lithrielle standing behind him.
"Sounds like a lover's quarrel."
He thought to himself, his mind already working on how he could get himself out of this situation as soon as possible. He was not so sure whether he liked his position so much. Although Night Elven sentinels did indeed look good, being stuck between two of them was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place.
And he was also within eyesight of Liaena...
"I wish that I knew enough to tell... " Sharon muttered as he gazed back at Sentinel Lithrielle with a slight frown of confused innocence.
"Sentinel Aleena here appears to have a great interest in my magic tricks. In fact, she wondered if she and me could head upstairs so that I could do some "enchantments" for her."
Sharon said, raising a not-so-subtle eyebrow in a wink as he glanced back at the currently mute Aleena. As he turned his sea blue eyes back to look at Lithrielle, trying to gauge her reaction, he could almost have sworn he saw a sudden flash of lightning shoot past in her left eye.
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"Let's see how this plays out"
"YES! LET'S!" Suddenly sounded the maniacal cackle of Malizia, and shortly after the announced warning, Liaena could suddenly feel herself hoisted up in the air by her satchel as she clutched on to it, forced into a mid air barrel roll before crashing back into the floor on her back!
Malizia's crazed and evil laughter still emanating from within the satchel, and Liaena would find herself suddenly pulled along the floor after the satchel by one of its straps; girl and bag beginning to zoom around in the room as if it was haunted. Tables were knocked over and Night Elves had to jump up as Liaena was dragged around the room by whatever invisible force it had taken hold of the bag, a sense of chaos beginning to return to the room.
And through the carnage that was beginning to unfold in the room with poor Liaena currently being used as a makeshift human wrecking ball, Malizia's laughter only grew louder and louder! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Electricity works best to snap out of enchantments and potions effects, also pain. We don't need her to go through full detox, just to snap out of it a little.\" Mei whispered back to Vashi as she heard the steps beyond the door. Sure enough her plan seemed to have worked! She got Serphia's attention alright, but now stood the problem of actually getting the captain to do what she was supposed to do. This had the potential to turn really ugly alright.\n\n *CRASH*\n\n As expected the night elf captain truly packed one hell of a punch, considering the strength with which she opened the door. Meirie wouldn't be surprised if the door handle and hinges were busted with this forceful opening. She sighed at her mind, potions… how much she disliked having to deal with magic users shaenanigans when they got bored. She could still remember when she herself was the victim of a potion similar to what must have hit the captain. Granted Mei didn't act like Serphia, Mei turned into more of a gigolo…She still didn't know the names of all the girls with whom she woke up with. She didn't stop receiving gifts and proposals to marry from those girls for weeks.\n\n Mei stood there calm as the sentinel captain was on her little rampage for the moment, her emotions outbursting clearly. The Naaru protect from crazy alchemists and their potions, Mei thought.\n\n Standing there as a granite statue until Serphia talked to her straight to the issue, Mei was silent and finally the captain got to the point.\n\n \"The emergency being your people are currently a mess without your lead.\" Mei stated, looking completely serious.\" The mansion is under no control, the enemy death knight slipped their fingers like 2 times. Heck I even saw one of your sentinels being pretty much ready to join hands with the death knight for some goals of theirs.\" The draenei berserker stated, her ears perking up as she heard a sound.\n\n *SLAP*\n\n A wound facepalm followed as she realized what must have been happening for this incredibly noise to be coming from downstairs.\" They… let… her… loose enough to cause problems… AGAIN!\" She grind her teeth.",
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"text": "\"I – SWEAR – I – WILL – DESTROY – THIS – STUPID – FEL-DAMNED – THING!\" Liaena screamed in pure fury as she was dragged after the satchel like one of those manic cat-toys. \"KITTY!\"\n\n\"Sigh\"\n\nThe other apprentice waved a hand at the satchel, and it suddenly once again dropped to the floor as a lifeless receptacle of baggage once more. Liaena now found herself tangled up with what remained of a table before the Night Elves had apparently used it as a bed the night before. It was slightly sticky to touch as she fought her way out of it with much accompanied crashes and snarling. \"Light, I am so sick of this stupid thing. Why will it not just sit down, and shut up, and accept that we've won. I swear, I am just going to destroy it…\"\n\n\"Don't do that\" Kathlin said in a long suffering tone as she looked down at the satchel, and it suddenly bobbed into the air before them. The thing was behaving distinctly erratically, as it kept doing short darts forward every few seconds, before each time the girl waved a hand over it and it went limp again. \"You can't exactly begrudge people for not knowing when to quit, Li\"\n\n\"Hmph. Well, I'm better at it\" Liaena scowled, before looking over at Aleena and Sharon. The former was looking slightly discomforted from being caught out in her rather overt seduction attempts – apparently, attempting to shove the entire squad in ones but was fair game, but to stray outside the fold? Sacrilege.\n\nNot that she wasn't entirely in agreement with Lithrielle, but for somewhat different motives…\n\n\"Keep that up, would you?\" Liaena commanded Kathlin in a much quieter tone, as she grabbed the shoulder sling of the satchel and started to trail it carefully towards Aleena. The two elves seemed to be mostly preoccupied by themselves – and Sharon – to notice Liaena as she snooped up behind, and quietly looped the sling around some convenient leather ties that held Aleena's quiver to her back – and then tied a knot in it. Meanwhile, Kathlin was giving her a look that could have frozen hell over as she smirked back, and then stepped away to trail around and enter into the conversation. \"Hey Sharon? What's going on?\"\n\nThrowing her arms around the High Elf, Liaena gave Aleena an incredibly butter-wouldn't-melt smile as she gave Sharon an extremely possessive tug away from the Night Elves. \"Weren't we going to talk to Captain Serphia now? Are those two coming with us, or something?\"\n\n\"LIEUTENANT SENTINEL FALERE!\"\n\n\"No, no….I was just talking to the Queldorei, that's all\" Aleena muttered as she took a half step after Sharon as the pair backed away, before frowning as she felt something bobbing behind her, before reaching back. \"Wha…\"\n\"MWAHAHAHAH! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD CONTAIN ME!\"\n-THUD-\n\nAHHHHH!\n\n*CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH*\n\n\"I think you're warming up to her\" \n\nKathlin said in her driest tone as the pair, plus Sharon, plus Silje beat a hasty retreat towards the stairs. Liaena meanwhile shrugged indifferently. \"Eh. I just make the best of the tools I have. And she's a tool\"\n\n\"So. I guess we're going to help Vashi and the Draenei then\" Kathlin remarked lightly as she stepped up the stairs. Liaena gave her a sour look, before lighting back into a smirk again as she studied the chaos downstairs. Apparently, it was quite hard to remove the quiver from her shoulders – for some reason, it was built to last. \n\"Eh. Fine. If Sharon's up for it\"",
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"text": "Serphia's face was a mix of anger, impatience and even confusion as she looked at Mei, the Draenei suddenly facepalming to the sounds of the ruckus going on downstairs.\n\nThe Captain furrowed a brow at the Draenei for a moment, wondering if things truly could have gone out of hands downstairs. Or at least more than usual! Taking a moment, Serphia would perk up with one ear as she listened to the chaos downstairs, identifying the individual sounds.\n\nThe sounds of relentless brawling? Nothing out of the ordinary. Check!\nScreaming Sentinels? Nothing out of the ordinary. Check!\nThe crashing noise of furniture being broken? Nothing out of the ordinary. Check!\n\nThe distinct sound of a pint sized voice, belonging to none of her sentinels, and cackling with maddening glee? ... that was not ordinary.\n\n\"Don't tell me they accidentally summoned an Imp or something!\" Serphia grumbled to herself as her eyes passed over to Vashi and Mei. With a sigh, she'd clench her big, purple butt one last time, giving Rithrynn a last good shove, before she took a step forward.\n\n\"Alright, we will go investigate this death knight problem of yours, Draenei!\" Serphia said, sounding none too thrilled about the prospect at all. Placing one hand behind Mei's back and the other behind Vashi's, the Captain started ushering them forward without asking down through the corridor as they headed towards the stairs.\n\"But if this is some kind of joke, Draenei, or if this turns out to be a false alarm - I WILL throw you out the nearest window!\"\n\nSerphia said as a warning to Mei, her silvery eyes burning like hellish torches as she threw the creature a deathly glare!\n\nMei would not be given much of a chance to respond however, when ahead of them, Serphia could already see the familiar party of Sharon, Liaena, Kathlin and another, still unknown girl, just as they came walking up the stairs.\n\nThe very fact that Sharon and Liaena had ever ventured down from the relative safety of the second floor, and down into elf-territory at the first floor, obviously meant that something was going on.\n\nAnd probably something they didn't want to tell her...\n\n\"Quel'Dorei, Sharon! His consort!\" Serphia called out to them as they saw her in return, alongside Vashi and Mei. However, neither of the two parties would be able to exchange much further words, before a rythmic series of crashes, followed by Aleena's screams, would soon reach them from behind!\n\n*Thud!*\n*Thud!*\n*Thud!*\n*Thud!*\n\n\"AAAAHHHHH! GET THIS CURSED THING OFF OF ME!!\" \n\nAleena screamed as she was being dragged up the stairs behind Sharon and the party by the possessed satchel currently towing her along, using the word 'curse' perhaps in a more literal sense! Following right behind her where at least four other sentinels; consisting of Lithrielle running first, a second Lelili, Naliyah behind her and a rather shrunk disheveled and shrunk Luci currently stuck in Naliyah's cleavage; that came charging up the steps to try to help the most unfortunate Aleena!\n\nLithrielle had unsheathed a dagger as she lunged past Aleena towards the bag, only for Aleena to frantically wave her arms.\n\n\"NO-NO! THAT'S THE BAG OF THE MIDGET WITCH! IT COULD EXPLODE!!\" Aleena shouted out through her constant battering against the steps until they reached the top, where the party of elves followed Aleena as the satchel pulled her behind Sharon and Liaena, past them into a wall, crashing; reoriented itself, and then shot into a door on the right, pulling a squirming Aleena with it; and quickly luring the other sentinels with it into the room as well!\n\nSerphia, simply gazing at the sight that had just taken place behind Liaena and Sharon with a look of disbelief, slowly gazed back at the group; her gaze now lingering on Sharon and Liaena, but perhaps weighing more down on the black haired human female...\n\n\" ... you may begin by explaining who's satchel that is... \" Serphia began slowly, her icy voice almost being as intimidating as the deep and expectant glare she was now casting towards Sharon's group, as the Captain came to rest her hands on her hips impatiently!",
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] | "Eh. Fine. If Sharon's up for it"
"We probably should anyway... " Sharon muttered as he thought over the matter. Knowing what he did about Serphia and how receptive she was to her supposed allies, let alone to strangers, it might be a good idea to present themselves as backup for Mei.
Hopefully the Draenei would do fine on her own. Hopefully. Yet he knew too much to be an optimist around the Captain.
Yet when they finally found the Captain, the ensuing chaos that followed them from downstairs left Sharon dumbstruck for a moment. Gazing ahead at the trail left behind by Aleena and the rest of the Night Elves trying to rescue her, the High Elf quietly shook his head to the sound of a vase being knocked over and promptly crushed to fine dust in the room that the Night Elves had went into, before he leaned in towards Liaena to mutter quietly to her.
"I appreciate the assist, but are you really sure that was the best idea?" He asked, though fully aware that Serphia, what with her elven hearing, might very well be able to overhear even their quiet conversation!
"I think, Captain Serphia... " Sharon eventually started, throwing an uncertain look towards the Captain, and then back at the room into which Aleena and the other elves had gone. The sounds of chaos and destruction emanated clearly from the open door, and Sharon felt his stomach turn at the thought of the price tag of that little shenanigan.
" ... that the problem is in the most able bodied hands."
Sharon finished, trying his best to avoid sounding sarcastic.
He had a nagging idea that it would be bad to try to lie about the satchel or who it belonged to. He had a lingering suspicion that Serphia already knew, and lying to a power-mad officer was probably one of the worse ideas. No, perhaps it might help to play her megalomaniac side with some flattery.
Hopefully Liaena and Kathlin were thinking the same...
Noticing Mei walking next to Serphia, Sharon threw a smile as he looked over at the towering Draenei; the only other figure in the corridor that stood head to head with the already towering figure of the 8ft tall Night Elven Captain. Giving Mei a motion with his hand, a gesture of acknowledgement, the High Elf called out to her.
"I presume your mission is going as planned, Mei?" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Of course, I never expected anything less in case my call for you was under needless reasons, but sadly what's happening downstairs is beyond that and requires attention of the one who rules the warband in this mansion.\" Meirie stated with sure and confident voice, but her statement was barely heard through the sudden loud noises.\n\n \"That's what happens when you shrink a death knight and then put her in a satchel… I think.\" Mei replied to Serphia, her eyes focused on the satchel as if it was her pray and she was a predator.\" After the battle in the study room, we beat her in the basement after destroying everything in our path.\" Mei explained.\" Well she got away and got captured and then got away… almost managed to drag one of your sentinels in her schemes and then we got her again and I see now she's on the rampage again…\" The berserker quickly explained without getting into too many details for those weren't needed.\n\n \"Ahhh master Sharon, indeed it's going quite fine, but…\" She stated throwing him a slightly angry look.\" For second time I leave her in your care to deal with for just a while and she goes on a rampage once more… HOW HARD IS TO KEEP ONE DEATH KNIGHT UNCONCIOUS AND UNDER CONTROL AFTER WE ALREADY BEAT HER TO UNCONCIOUS ONCE!?\" She asked with agitated voice.\" Do I need to cut away all her limbs?\" She asked, rubbing her temples.\n\n \"So yeah, that's our problems, Captain Serphia. You sentinels are currently a mess without direct chain of command controlling them, we have a rogue death knight trying to kill Master Sharon and Liaena, and every time I take my eyes of said death knight, she gets out and starts causing troubles again.\" The berserker added.\" I'd have killed her right away, but it seems she has vital info we need to extract and what's more I need to bring her to justice before the draenei emissaries in Stormwind after that.\"",
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"text": "\"HOW HARD IS TO KEEP ONE DEATH KNIGHT UNCONCIOUS AND UNDER CONTROL AFTER WE ALREADY BEAT HER TO UNCONCIOUS ONCE!?\"\n\n\"I never realised it before, but this Draenei and I may actually be…kindred spirits. Move over Vashi. Sorry Sharon\"\nLiaena rubbed a hand against her temple as she tried to locate the best way to articulate herself to a very bad-tempered Serphia. Not for the first time, her body was informing her she had been awake for over 48 hours and counting. \"Your sentinel bravely volunteered to take down the crazy Death Knight. A true warrior – not to mention it's her job, being employed as Sharon's bodyguard and all\"\n\nKathlin glanced her way, raising an eyebrow slightly as an obvious non-verbal communication. \"That wasn't your most tactful\"\n\n\"Shut up\"\n\n\"So yeah. It's very gracious of you to come and assist, Captain. I hope she didn't disturb you in the middle of anything\" Liaena finished in a relatively consolatory tone, gesturing at Mei to indicate the 'she'. \"This Death Knight is….hard to put down. Apparently\"\n\n\"At this point, if Serphia does end up going for her, that Death Knight probably will end up destroyed. Which I would be okay with frankly\"\n\n\"They are going to go out of a window eventually\" Kathlin observed, listening to the crashes and screams that was going on inside the room – a sitting room, if Liaena remembered correctly. The dark haired girl frowned as she threw Kathlin a quick glance. \"…Fair point. We should probably avoid—\"\n\n*CRASH*\n\n\"AIIIIIIEEE!\"\n\n\"ALLIE!\"\n\n\"—That\"\n\nFaced with a stare from both Kathlin and Serphia, Liaena coughed slightly with a light shrug of her shoulders. \"Your sentinel –is very dedicated. A true credit to her squad\"",
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"text": "\"ARE YOU OKAY, ALI?!\"\n\n\"GRH-GNUH-URKK!\"\n\nTo the chaotic sounds of the sentinels in the guestroom right over, Serphia's eyes narrowed visibly as a great sense of disappointment turned into that of a fuming, boiling rage deep down. And the one who would find herself most in the Captain's insidious, silvery gaze would be none other than the would-be-diplomatic Liaena.\n\nEven Rithrynn; trapped firmly within the Captain's voluptuous behind; seemed to have calmed down for the moment, presumably from the fact she was probably cringing after having overheard Liaena.\n\n\"As if the High Elf's own diplomatic attempts weren't insufferable enough!\"\n\nRubbing her brows in just a moment where she simply took in all the ineptitude, incompetence and sheer mediocrity that was currently surrounding her, she would suddenly call out! \n\n\"Move aside!\" Serphia exclaimed as she suddenly started to march forward without a warning, pushing Sharon and Liaena aside(almost tossing the latter one up into the air), as she marched towards the guest room!\n\"What is the point of having a full warband and supposed allies if you always end up having to do things yourself?!\"\n\nShe growled as she headed towards the now broken window of the guest room, wher the other sentinels, minus Aleena, were huddled around the frame and currently looking down.\n\n\"Hold on, Aleena, you'll be,-\"\n\n\"Out of my way!\"\n\nLithrielle, Lelili and Naliyah were all thrown back and aside by the Captain as she walked up to the window to look down herself. Glaring down and out of the window, she could see Aleena, currently stuck in one of the branches of a tree some ten feet below. And not far below her, seemingly pulling against her cloak with an unnatural weight or force would be midget witch's bag of potions. Aleena was making weird gurgling noises while grabbing the collar of her belt, which had somehow gotten around her throat and was in the process of strangling her from the pull of the satchel!\n\nWith a sigh, Serphia would reach over to Lithrielle's hip as the Sentinel was getting back on her feet; snatch her dagger, and then toss it out the window, arching it a deadly spin past Aleena; who's face at this point had gained a very dark shade of purple; and right into the leather strap of her quiver!\n\n\"MWHAHAHAHAA! I AM FREE, FOOLS!\"\n\nWith a sharp snap, the bag fell to the ground of the garden, where it immediately began to shuffle its way erratically through the baroque bushes; with the occasional multi-colored potion falling out from it and breaking, either blowing up a bush or leaving a pool of rainbow colored acid on the ground to sear through the grass.\nAleena, in the meanwhile, laying back first on the branch and gasping for air, would stare back up at her savior in the window, Serphia, while trying to construe a sentence between the gasps for air.\n\n\"T-than-kss, miisthresh! *Gasp* sor-rry, misstressh!\"\n\nAleena called out to Serphia, whilst in the background, the satchel reached the edge of the garden perimeter and jumped over the wall, to disappear over on the other side.\n\nIgnoring the mess stuck in the tree below that was Sentinel Aleena, Serphia would turn around to Vashi and point at the satchel just as it went over the wall.\n\n\"Vashi, destroy it. Low blast.\" Serphia said in a quick, strict order. Vashi, seemingly passing out of her confusion to take on a much more orderly pose, would step up to the window and point her staff outside.\n\n\"Understood, mistress!\"\n\nWith some quick words of enchantment, two brilliantly colored white darts would suddenly shoot out from the tip of Vashi's staff, to swivel elegantly if not somewhat erratically through the air as they were homing in on their target, before the two magic missiles disappeared behind the other side of the wall where Malizia and the satchel had just gone earlier.\n\nThere was an awkward silence, punctuated only by two faint plopping sounds to begin with, until...\n\n*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*\n*CRASH*\n\nThe lighting in the entire street would for a moment change as a gargantuan, multi-colored explosion appeared from the other side of the wall from the remaining potions being destroyed, rising 40ft up into the air as it demolished the walls and windows of the nearest houses in a terrifying, deafening and yet also very pretty explosion that featured all the colors of the rainbow!\n\nVashi, Lelili, Lithrielle and Naliyah(as well as the tiny Luci in her cleavage) were all staring out the window with wide eyes, their jaws dropping to the floor at the huge explosion. Aleena dared a careful look up and behind her, to see the colorful bits of debris as it was thrown high into the dark air by the explosion that inspired a brief look of awe in Aleena's face.\n\n\"Awwh.. sooo prettehh... \"\n\nSerphia, on the other hand, merely turned away from the explosion to look back at the group. Dusting off her hands, her eyes would eventually fall on Mei.\n\n\"I'm afraid your death knight may be unable to face justice due to reasons involving premature disintegration... \"",
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] | When he saw Vashi raise her staff to fire, Sharon would raise his hand as well, as if to say "I think you shouldn't do that... "
However, before the High Elf had barely said "I think you shouldn't... ", Vashi had already fired off her magic missiles, and Sharon watched in silent horror as they slowly dazzled down from the sky... and hit the satchel.
The ensuing explosion did, like it did to many of the surrounding buildings, also succeed fantastically in destroying any facade of calmness or tranquility that Sharon may have been sporting. Seeing the magical cloud of colorful smoke rise up into the air, Sharon's jaw were just as deep into the floor as that of the rest of the sentinels in the room.
It took a couple of seconds of pure astonishment before the High Elf's brain finally managed to make sense of things, and he turned to Serphia with a frantic look on his face.
"YOU JUST BLEW UP THE WHOLE STREET!!" Sharon exclaimed, pointing out the window and his eyes wide with disbelief as he said so!
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, WOMAN?! NO, I SHOULD RATHER SAY; WERE YOU EVEN THINKING AT ALL?!"
Sharon called out to Serphia, this time not holding anything back, or even attempting to be diplomatic!
Deep down, his brain knew the poor idea of inspiring the Captain's ire, but after the recent show she had put on, any concern for that had been placed well in the back when it cames to things that currently worried him.
Quickly looking out the window, Sharon was relieved to see that most of the surrounding buildings had only taken surface damage from the looks of it, featuring charred fronts and walls with some broken windows. He couldn't see anyone injured or dead, or at least from his limited view.
"Dear light, how did it ever come to this... " Sharon leaned against the window, moving his hands through his hair and eventually peering out at the carnage from through his fingers.
Fortunately the potion fires from Liaena's satchel had quickly burnt out, and all in all, the damage had looked more impressive than it truly was. That still did not change the fact that at the very least, even if no one had been seriously injured, they had just shell-shocked an entire street, and caused countless of golds worth of material damage!
Sharon cringed as he stared at the scene, halfway expecting some bizarre after-effect of the potions to manifest in some acidic raincloud that would set itself over all of Stormwind, a demonic portal, or a now-turned-giant Malizia rising out of the yellow smoke!
"How could this get any worse?!" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"….\"\n\nIt was an established and well known fact that it took a considerable amount to render Liaena speechless, and large explosions were normally something that rendered her relatively complacent – after all, she was normally the source. In this instance however, the girl had nothing witty to add to the situation as she studied the multicoloured cloud dismally. \"….That…was the last of my stock\"\n\n\"Oh dear\" Kathlin murmured, also staring at the destruction Her comment was entirely lost in the noises of Sharon raging at Serphia, but Liaena soon became aware of the other girl tugging on her sleeve persistently. \"Li. Li. We need to go and help. Wake up, Li\"\n\n\"Last. Of my stock. Needed two weeks fermentation\" \nLiaena muttered, tone turning increasingly into a snarl as Kathlin towed her out of the room and down the main staircase. Serphia didn't seem to bothered with their departure, most of her attention being taken up by a furious Sharon \"Well. Maybe you shouldn't have introduced your stock to a Death Knight and tied it to a Night Elf then\"\n\n\"I. Hate. Night. Elves.\"\n\n\"Yes, yes\" Kathlin tossed over her shoulder as she broke into a run though the atrium, out of the door/rug and down the path. Exiting through the gate was more than easy to achieve, given the gate was now a pile of twisted metal. \"Hello? Is anyone hurt? Is everyone okay!?\" \n\n\"Aaaggh!\" a shrill cry met the pair, who turned to look. A woman had appeared at a pair of completely shattered windows. She looked entirely unhurt, if a little windswept, but stared at them with eyes of madness. \"My curtains! My beautiful curtains!\"\n\n\"I'm sorry Ma'am, we can't provide treatment for curtains\" Kathlin responded as Liaena stared blankly down the street. Thankfully, it did appear that there had only been damage to property and the street. Nobody appeared to have been hurt, which was a small miracle given that it was around eleven on a weekend. The bad weather of late had presumably counted for something – either that or Sharon's house had already become known as a no-go zone, which made a lot of sense considering past events. \"I need to leave this house, Kitty. Before I, or those Night Elves, destroy each other\"\n\n\"Hmm…\" Kathlin said, cocking a head to one side as she looked back at her. \"You'll have a hard time destroying them without potions\"\n\n\"not helping\"\n\n\"Sorry\"\n\n….\n\n\"Well…let's go back inside, before the city guard show up and try arrest you for this\" the taller girl said finally, taking her fuming colleague by the arm to tug her towards the house again. \"And talk to Mister Dal'dieb, and make a plan, or something. I'm surprised you're so mad, Li. Didn't you do this yourself during Winters Veil 617?\"\n\n\"again not helping\"\n\n\"Again sorry\"",
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"text": "Serphia simply met the wave of complaints from Sharon with an unimpressed frown as she stared back down at the High Elf with a cold glare.\n\nUnder normal circumstances, Serphia would never have tolerated such impudence from a fallen creature like as a High Elf. But, given the High Elf's own great stress, and the quite so literally explosive circumstances surrounding them, there was perhaps a part of Serphia that almost felt sorry for him.\n\nPerhaps because of the luxurious sheets he had installed in every guest room.\n\nGlancing to the side, Serphia could see the other sentinels; at least those whom had managed to recover from the near shell shock; starting to tense. Lithrielle and Lelili were throwing anxious looks between Serphia and Sharon. Though they said nothing, it was clear they were asking her whether they should apprehend the \"rampaging & insolent High Elf\". Even Naliyah had inched slightly closer to Sharon, her hand twitching as she considered putting it in front of the High Elf's mouth for his own good.\n\nSerphia, however, merely dismissed them with the gesture as she watched the High Elf step over to the window.\n\n\"Perhaps don't leave midgets in charge of producing explosives.\" She mentioned as she lifted her silvery eyes slightly to gaze through the window at the colorful cloud in the distance, before she turned around and headed out of the room; walking past Mei without saying a word.\n\n\"As the threat has been eliminated, I will take my leave. You may thank me later.\"\n\n*\n\nSentinel Aleena, still stuck in the tree, was slowly but surely trying to balance herself on the too-small branch in the aftermath of the explosion.\n\n\"This was not my fault. Not my fault. No matter what anyone says, I'll not take the blame for this one!\"\n\nAleena thought to herself as she was preparing for her climb down the tree. Given its tall-by-human-standards-but-short-by-real-nelf-standards, and her own grace, getting down would be the simple matter of a jump or two. Making a mental note of strangling whoever tried to pin the potion disaster on her, and moving one foot over to the nearest branch, her left ear would suddenly twitch as she heard the cry of a nearby townswoman.\n\n\"DEMON! AAAAAHHHHHH\"\n\nHer brows furrowing into an annoyed frown, Aleena sneered.\n\n\"Gah... I am not a demon, I am a proud Keldore... i?\" Aleena was about to turn around to chastise whatever foolish and ignorant human it was that had confused her for a demon, when she gazed back, noticed the slightly middle aged woman staring towards the center of the explosion, and then the strange, horned shadow moving about in the colorful smoke from the epicenter of the explosion.\n\n\"Huh? What is... THAT?!\"\n\nAleena immediately backed away when she noticed the large shadow within the colorful smoke suddenly move, almost falling down from the tree in the process if she hadn't been able to grab the two nearby branches!\nBehind her, staring now out the window, Lelili, Vashi, Naliyah, Luci and Lithrielle were all staring wide eyed past Aleena in the tree and over to the large and still rising colorful smoke, as the horned shadow rose through the rainbow smoke and emerged from it!\n\nAleena found herself jaw dropping as she stared directly up ahead at the now massive creature looming over them, a creature that was none other than a massive, gigantic Draenei; Malizia, that now loomed over the entire street. And the Draenei looked just as confused, if not disoriented, as she looked around; the Death Knight's eyes eventually falling on the mansion which by now was just as big... as her.\n\n...\n\n* \n\n\"MISTRESS! MISTRESS!\"\n\"ELUNE, HELP US!\"\n\nAs Serphia was walking down the corridor to head back to her room, a muscle in her forehead twitched as she heard the clamoring from Lithrielle and Lelili back down the corridor she had just come from.\n\nLetting out an annoyed sigh, she threw up a hand without looking back!\n\n\"Goddess, I just solved one problem. You can solve the next one!\" She roared back through the hallway, before staring forward with a defeated look on her face.\n\"All I wanted was just some peace... \"\n\nShe said as she passed over the balcony overlooking the atrium, shaking her head.\n\n\"I'm surrounded by idiots and imbeciles.\"",
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] | Sharon, with his face covered by his hand, raised one finger to gaze through; before promptly closing it again. He then moved his other finger, gazing again with his left eye this time, and promptly did the same; letting out a deep sigh as he pressed his palm against his face.
"Nnnnaaaw... naaaaaww.... naaaaawww!" He groaned, in truly mental anguish, before he threw his hand away from his face and held out his arms as he stood in the window between the four Night Elves, before shouting out up at the now towering figure of the massive, ebony skinned Draenei now looming over the house like a shadow of the past come to haunt them, and shouted out;
"WHY?!"
"QUILL AND VELUM! NOW!" Sharon called out as he turned around and ushered his way past the already retreating Night Elves as he headed back towards the main corridor.
By then, his trusty butler, Frederick, had already appeared with a freshly dipped quil in one hand and a blank piece of velum in the other, standing ready.
"You called, sir?" He asked with his usual dry tone, raising a slight eyebrow as the other Night Elves fled past them, and the voice of a frightened Aleena squeaked from outside the window.
"I want a letter written to Specialist Alissah of the Purifier Order. I have a favor to ask, in return for a favor... or two." Sharon explained as he walked through the mansion with his butler in tow. Frederick had already acknowledged and was almost done with the formal introduction of the letter, his hand with the quill zooming across the once blank velum with such a dashing speed, it was as if the elder man possessed some kind of superhuman speed.
"You may have to be more specific. You know how the members of the order are." Frederick remarked dryly.
"Tell her I need to cover up some evidence... in essence, the gigantic explosion that occurred outside of our house is in no way related to either me, my staff, or my... guests."
Frederick simply nodded as he continued writing, before he raised one eye up from the letter to look at Sharon.
"And what about our big guest outside?"
"She is... part of the new problem. Perhaps it is best we keep it vague and simply inform her when Alissah arrives."
"Do you wish me to escort our guest off the perimeter?" Frederick asked in his usual courtly voice. Sharon paused to throw him a momentary look of disbelief, before shaking his head.
"No, I don't think she's in quite such a talkative mood."
Sharon reasoned, before he suddenly noticed Liaena and Kathlin as they were heading back into the house. Liaena looked mad enough, alright, but not quite enough alarmed to give any indication that she truly knew what was going on on the other side of the house.
The High Elf's initial smile of seeing his loved one quickly faded into that of a frown as he came closer, as he looked down at Liaena with a slightly hurried look.
"Liaena... your bag did not contain any growth potions, did it?" Sharon asked, his crystal blue eyes shifting between the two girls. In the back, Frederick let out a sigh as he shrugged his shoulders, as if he had seen a similar episode to this a million times before.
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"My head... owh... owhhhh... " Malizia muttered with a pained breath, as she rubbed her template with one hand as she tried to get back on her feet.
She had been trapped in total darkness, toying with her powers to the agony of the fools that had dared capture her, when suddenly a blinding yellow flash had come before her. The breath had been knocked out of her, and she opened her eyes to gaze groggily about.
"This was not the plan, no no, not at... huuh... I thought the Mage Tower was bigger than that."
Raising an eyebrow in confusion as she gazed out across the rooftops, Malizia studied the distant mage tower that now looked much smaller than she had last seen it! With a curious gesture and a 'hummh', she looked around, to spot the large mansion of the High Elf, Sharon Dal'Dieb. Except that now, it wasn't so big. No, more along the lines of a big doll house. And all around her, she saw similarly small houses.
She felt bigger, and heavier, and when the realization suddenly struck her, the Draenei's dark blue lips would break into a massive grin as she gazed down at the mansion, and the odd Night Elf, Aleena, still stuck in the tree just outside.
"Now THIS opens up possibilities, it does... !" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Liaena…your bag did not contain any growth potions, did it?\"\n\n\"…Maybe..?\" Liaena shrugged tiredly, before giving Sharon a quizzical look. \"Why?\"\n\n\"Now THIS opens up possibilities, it does!\"\n\nThe booming voice from outside vibrated through the entire room. This was followed immediately by a series of crashing noises that shook the room, causing the occupants to duck, and maniacal laughter. Judging from the splintering sounds, Malizia was trying to pull the roof off. \n\n\"I think she's trying to pull the roof off\"\n\n\"Really, you think!?\" Liaena snarled as she braced herself against a wall, before catching Sharon's eye. \"How big?\"\n\n\"Er. Well, do you remember that demon…?\"\n\n\"Light damn it….fel cursed Night Elves. I am going to shove Serphia so far up that wretched creatures ass, she'll come out of its mouth. That's a two for the price of one…\" Liaena growled, the little girl's skin pink with anger as she devolved into inconsequential mutterings. Kathlin shot an extremely worried look at the ceiling, as another sprinkling of plaster reigned down on them. \n\n\"Li, do you have an antidote?\"\n\n\"….Maybe!?\" Liaena snapped back at her, before looking about wildly. \"So my supplies have exploded – twice – I'm running on reserves here! There might be something down in the lab – did you expect there to be a catalogue or something!?\"\n\n\"…could you make some?\"\n\n\"Sure, just give me a few hours! Sharon'll still have a house by then, right?\"\n\n\"Liaena!\"\n\nSharon had cut himself into the rapidly building argument to give his girlfriend a pleading look. \"sweetheart, even if there might be something – could you please check?\"\n\n*CRASH*\n\nThis noise really did shake the house, sending the four in the room onto the floor as it distinctly sounded as though most of the rafters and tiles had come clean off. Liaena scrambled to her feet, stabbing a finger at Kathlin as she turned towards the corridor to the cellars. \"Okay – okay – Kitty, go with the Night Elves and stall her, would you!? I'll be back asap!\"\n\n\"Uh, sure, Li\" Kathlin muttered as the former went haring down the corridors, before turning to look at Sharon and shrugging her shoulders slightly. \"I'll follow you, Mister Dal'dieb\"",
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"text": "\"Owwwh!\"\n\nMalizia, having for a moment been too consumed by her own happy little(or rather giant) rampage to notice the little impudent whelp, would soon let out a sharp sound as Meirie slashed across her hips with her tiny daggers! However, the sound was not as much of pain as it was that of offense, as Malizia turned to look over her shoulder and down at the impudent little thing that had dared try to disturb her rampage, which was in the form of a persistent Mei clinging to her lower body!\n\n\"Well, it seems the appetizer has arrived... !\" Malizia muttered beneath a wide, evil grin as the giantess suddenly spun into action!\n\nSwinging her large(both relatively and actually speaking!) hips, she would slam the side with Meirie on into the side of the mansion; a loud crash as stones and timber were loosened from the side of the house!\n\nFinishing her spin, now facing away from the house, Malizia would bent over and reach down with both of her hands towards a ruffled looking Meirie; the smaller draenei still somehow managing to cling onto her; as she aimed to surround and catch the smaller Draenei with her open hands!\n\n\"Got'cha!\" Malizia exclaimed, already prophesying her own triumph!\n\n\"DIE, FIEND!\" Suddenly sounded the valiant; slightly hysterical; shout from behind Malizia from the mansion, as Sentinel Aleena had succeeded in climbing back up onto the nearest balcony from the tree; and upon witnessing the epic fight that she was totally missing out on; had thrown herself straight at an unsuspecting, gigantic death knight that was currently bent over and up until now; completely unaware of the incoming Aleena as she flew towards her from the rear!\n\nAleena had prided herself on her reputation for doing crazy things, be it sending her blade into the skull of a large demonic guard from a 30ft drop from above, or be the first to brave a shroud of curses, and so Aleena had made up her mind NOT to be outdone by a simple Draenei! I, e Meirie!\n\nEspecially not when Lithrielle was watching her from the nearby window, a rather mortified look on Lithrielle's face as she had just paused nocking her arrow; as Lithrielle was gazing at the leaping Aleena with wide eyes!",
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] | At the sight of Liaena hurrying down the corridors, and her 'little helper' Kathlin, looking up at him; Sharon would let out a sigh.
As he could hear the entire structure creak and tremble all around him, let closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and counted to four...
1...
2...
"Well, it seems the appetizer has arrived... !"
3...
"DIE, FIEND!"
4...
Opening his eyes once more, Sharon felt a certain degree of stability had returned to his mind. Although there was currently a Death Knight right outside of his house, wildly out of proportions, and chaos was ensuing all around him, he had at least managed to avoid panicking.
At least so far.
"If we do not find a solution to this mess anytime really soon... I dare not think of the results."
"Mister Friedrick!"
"Yes, Master Dal'dieb?" His butler, Friedrick, replied in with his usual calm, professional and disaffected tone; his older face neutral and almost seemingly bored, despite the utter chaos going on around them. Leave it to Friedrick to stay calm even if it was the end of the world, his professional pride and all!
"Fetch me mine mana crystals!" Sharon called out, raising his hand; and Friedrick had already vanished, hurriedly trailing down the nearby corridor! Despite his injured leg, the man moved with a brisk pace enough to outrun even a healthy lad!
Turning to Kathlin, Sharon smiled.
"Tell me, what do you know about teleportation?" He asked with a suggestive tone, his previous worry seemingly having given way to a slight smirk as he motioned for the apprentice to follow him back up to his sanctum. | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Uh….a little of the theory, sir\" Kathlin responded as she walked behind Sharon up the stairs. \"Nothing much\"\n\nWalking at quite a brisk pace, it did not take long for the pair to reach Sharon's office, or 'sanctum'. A sorry state it was in by that point, with the desk overturned and chairs broken after the fight with the chevaliers (and Malizia) earlier. Kathlin obligingly levitated the desk and tilted it rightside up, and Sharon picked up the only chair in the room that had miraculously not been broken in order to seat himself on it. \n\n\"Were you thinking of teleporting the giant Draenei, Mister Dal'dieb?\" Kathlin enquired as she perched perilously on the edge of a three-legged chair. \"I expect she is in the order of ten to twenty times her standard height, the size of a portal needed to transport that mass…would require an overcharge of the spell by….quadruple the mana drain. Maybe more. Is that why you wanted the mana crystals?\"\n\n….\n\n\"She is also probably covered in Night Elves. Preventing them from being transported also could be a problem for you. Although…I suppose you might not mind that\" Kathlin added, cocking a head as she listened to the faint shrieks and roars audible from the street, before looking back at Sharon. \"….unless you had a different plan, of course?\"\n\n*\n\n\"Antidotes…antidotes….I swear to the Light, I left them in that box!\" \n\nDown in the cellars inside Sharon's – now Liaena's – private laboratory, Liaena looked up with hair amok and wild eyed from a large crate that she was searching through, before diving to start rooting through another, identical crate. \"Why, WHY does everyone always move my things!?\"\n\nMaybe Malizia and the Night Elves could exterminate each other? That would definitely be a net positive, a small part of Liaena's brain that appeared to have taken a backseat mused to itself. After all, if Malizia ending up crushing the entire city, Sherpa might die too. It could probably be rebuilt eventually. \n\n\"Rrgh! Stupid, brainless, elves that break my things!\"\n\nGlancing up from her fruitless search, Liaena's eyes locked upon a vial of liquid that was sitting innocuously on the countertop. It was, evidently to her eyes, her polymorph. \n\n….\n\nSo in theory, a giant small animal would still be considerably smaller than a giant giant draenei. \n\nAnd it wasn't as though she had anything else.\n\n\"Okay, fine! I'll take it!\" Liaena snapped at nobody in particular as she grabbed the vial and charged off again, out of the door and into the kitchens. \"Miz Collins! MIZ COLLINS! WHERE'S THE GAME LARDER?\"",
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"text": "Serphia walked through the corridors with an attempted normal pace, as she headed back towards the old guestroom she had used earlier before being disturbed by the insolent Draenei. The same one that seemed to have formed a peculiar relationship with the warband's magi.\n\nOne part of her wanted to hurry, though Serphia would instead take each step in turn, swaying her large hips with each step and causing her big butt to bounce behind her. In truth, she was more trying to focus on just the delightful, enraged squirming of the sentinels stuck in said butt. Or more specifically, the most delightful of them all; Sentinel Rithrynn.\n\n\"Ohhhh, Syn'Dial. I hope you are ready for round two... I feel like stretching this one out a bit!\"\n\nSerphia purred as she could see the door to the living room ahead of her, but as she reached out to grab around the door knob, a muscle in her forehead suddenly twitched and her silvery eyes flared as she suddenly heard running and a familiar voice coming from behind her.\n\n\"Mistress Serphia! Mistress Serphia!\"\n\nLithrielle exclaimed as she stopped behind Serphia, her features looking quite frightened!\n\n*Churning*\n\n\"There's a MASSIVE DRAENEI outside the mansion! It's the death knight... the midget's potions... THEY HAD A SIDE EFFECT! Aleena is fighting her now, we... \"\n\n*CRACK*\n\nA loud, audible crack could be heard as Serphia's hand, already clasping firmly in a super strong grip around the door knob, suddenly pulled the very knob out of the door; a shower of splinters following it as the Captain spun around like a whirlwind to tower over the messenger, eyes burning like two blue gems, nostrils flaring, and the broken door knob still in her hand.\n\n\"Lithri... \" Serphia uttered, utterly fuming as she glowered down at Lithrielle.\n\nThe sentinel, in turn, had shrunk almost visibly in the Captain's presence, her long purple elven ears now pointing downwards as she cowered before her Captain.\n\n\"I didn't... I just told you! I... URKH!\"\n\nLithrielle was cut off mid sentence as Serphia had grabbed her by her breastplate, and was dragging the sentinel with her as she headed back down the corridor she had just come from, discarding the broken door knob in the process.\n\n\"I swear I will shove that nefarious little midget so far up that Death Knight's oversized ass, no one will be able to find her; and then send her back to that accursed \"Sherpa\" high elf so that the world may forever be rid of her blasted potions!\"\n\nSerphia growled between the garbled attempts from Lithrielle to speak as she was being dragged behind the Captain down the corridor!\n\n*\n\n\"Owwwhh! Would you just stand still so I can, groowhh... GRAB YOU!\" Malizia snarled out as she tried to grab the impertinent little Draenei Meirie as she was climbing all around her body.\n\nIt was like being attacked by a papercut demon or something, or a malformed mosquito from hell! \n\nIt was not fair, all Malizia wanted to do was take advantage of this great opportunity that she now had, towering as she was over most of the buildings in the district! Yet Mei would put herself in the path of her fun? Had she no shame?!\n\n\"You may be fast, but the slow and steady wins the race... \" Malizia suddenly grinned a she heard the battle cry of Aleena as the Sentinel came leaping in from behind her, all the while Mei prepared to throw herself down her back in a long slash! \n\nDeciding it was time to play the little fools against one another, Malizia suddenly crouched down, whipping her tail up to slap Aleena across the back and suddenly launch the Night Elf right up, causing her to fly screaming right into Mei in a painful mid-air collision as both Mei and Aleena went tumbling through the air in a heap as they plummeted to the ground of the garden in a painful crash!\n\nAs the two would be heroes fell at her feet, Malizia would once again spring her knees, jumping up from her crouching position and up into the air! As the giant Draenei was temporarily suspended in the air, the forces of gravity just about to take hold of her again, she would extend her legs, and bare two massive, dark blue buttocks as she began falling down towards the fallen Mei and Aleena in a monumental butt-slam maneuver that would be positively earth-shattering for the rest of the district!\n\n\"Aaaaand strike!\" Malizia called out as she began falling, cackling like mad as she looked down. She could not see Aleena nor Mei past her own large hips, but she knew where they had landed, and could barely hold back her anticipation as the giantess fell towards them!\n\n*\n\n \"Miz Collins! MIZ COLLINS! WHERE'S THE GAME LARDER?\"\n\nLiaena would have little warning as she charged towards the kitchen, just as passing around one of the corners ahead of her on the way to the kitchen would be none other than Serphia!\n\nPositioning herself in front of her like an iron wall, Serphia wouldn't even move an inch as Liaena collided into her like a high-speed-apprentice-missile, and was knocked back onto the floor!\n\nSerphia cast her an impatient glare as she studied the human apprentice. Behind her, Lithrielle stood ever so dutifilly, but with a clear, worried expression on her face as her eyes constantly seemed to shift between the interaction between Liaena and Serphia, and up towards the general direction of the garden.\n\n\"I would normally ask for an explanation, ape... \" Serphia started, glowering at Liaena with a fury of someone who had been dragged out of their well-deserved morning snooze on a sunday!\n\"But now, I need a solution. To the problems YOU created! Have you perchance seen the giant death knight outside?\" \n\nSerphia asked with a dangerous tone as she pointed with her thumb up towards the general direction of the garden from the cellar, whilst her silvery eyes remained constantly locked upon Liaena as if she was worried the apprentice might vanish in thin air if she ever looked away from her for as much as a second!\n\nShe had little time for midgets, nor apes, NOR midget apes. NOR had she time for their potion shenanigans, spawning giant Death Knights outside the very house to ruin Serphia's otherwise perfect romantic moment! One part of Serphia's brains was currently running through countless of potential punishments for Liaena, should the girl even CONSIDER failing in delivering an immediate miracle cure for their problems!",
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] | "You are not too far off the mark, my dear apprentice!" Sharon said as he was reaching below his desk and removing a fake plate from it side, before grabbing for a wooden handle to pull something akin to a suitcase out of the desk.
"However, for the project I have in mind, we will need no less than a mountain of mana crystals to pull that off! That is, unless we cheat." There was a slight smirk on the High Elf's lips as he completely pulled the suitcase like container out of the desk, which actually revealed itself to be some kind of bronze trimmed wooden framed holding device with a pair of green, glowing fel crystals that hummed with a sickly green and white light as they jingled from their holdings inside the open frame.
"Now, these hold many times the power of ordinary arcane crystals. Though they are technically illegal, partly because they can be quite dangerous in the hands of the inexperienced." Sharon explained, perhaps sensing the worried expression on Kathlin's face as she noticed the forbidden crystals.
"However, that is only if you are an inexperienced, second-rate conjurer of cheap tricks. As a doctore philosoficum honorary student of the posthumously renowned Dalaran class of advanced metaphysics and quantum arcane entanglement, I know fel crystals are only dangerous if you try to channel them through yourself. Given the proper setup... "
A loud clanking noise could be heard as Sharon opened one of the taller shelves in the office, and nearly a sea of rods, stands and apperatuses made of various brass and metal alloys stumbled out onto the ground.
The High Elf had already picked up some of the alien instruments, which almost looked like they belonged to some gnomish, eldtrich engine, and began putting them together into a strange stand which seemed to resemble a multi-lensed, multi-colored and expanding magnifying glass in the middle of the setup.
" .. it is perfectly possible to completely negate any of the risks otherwise associated with the chaotic powers of fel magic, by channeling it through inorganic inanimate materiumnalis laden by noble metals to avoid lingering corruption. Ohh, and grab this."
Sharon said as he suddenly threw a heavy, lead laced apron over to Kathlin along with some shaded goggles, and began to remove his own cloak and replace it with a similar apron.
"Put on the protective gear. Just in case! Better than safe than sorry, am I right?" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"But now, I need a solution. To the problems YOU created! Have you perchance seen the giant death knight outside?\"\n\n\"That I…\" Liaena began heatedly, before shutting her mouth with an audible 'clack' as she glowered up at Serphia. \n\n\"Those with no potions, shouldn't pick fights with big Night Elves!\" -- The small globule of brain matter labelled 'common sense' cried plaintively. \n\n\"Why thank you, me. I hadn't noticed.\" \n\n\"I haven't seen it, but apparently it exists. I was down here looking for an antidote. Unfortunately most of my stock got blown up by something\"\n\nOkay, maybe small amounts of fight-picking. \n\nLuckily, Serphia seemed to have ignored her impudence in favour of fixating on the potion, readily apparent in Liaena's hand. \"Is that an antidote!? Give it here, ape!\"\n\n\"Nooo – no, not exactly!\" Liaena cautioned, taking a quick step back to ward off any potential lunges at her as she held up a hand in restraint. \"It's a polymorph. Add a hair of an animal to it, and whoever drinks it becomes that animal. My line of thinking was: make the giant Draenei a much smaller giant thing that can't fight – that has to be an improvement\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"….I am not that small!\" Liaena snarled, as she finally caught the motive of the two Night Elves, both of which and Serphia in particular were giving her a very fixed stare. \"I meant – like a rabbit or something! Miz Collins keeps game hanging, I think!\"\n\n*\n\n\"So….you mean to say that it isn't illegal, so long as you do it properly?\" Kathlin enquired lightly, with a trace of a smile on her face as she looked back at the High Elf. \"That's just what Li says\"\n\nThe girl looked down at the armour she had just received. \"So yes, I will use this. Thank you\"\n\nA minute later, the pair looked like oversized gnomish alchemists in their strange garb. Kathlin studied the mesh of cogs and gears, that Sharon was starting to carefully assemble into some sort of weird machine. \"Mister Daldieb, your house is warded and the Death Knight is outside it. You're either going to need to break through the spells protecting us, or take the highly illegal thing outside. I expect guards will arrive shortly\"\n\n….\n\n\"Did you want help setting that up? Although, it is against several tenants of my religion unfortunately\"",
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"text": "There was a moment of pause as the understanding of what Liaena really was talking about finally sinked in with the two elves.\n\nFor a moment, the color of both Serphia and Lithrielle's faces vanished slightly, and their eyes widened as they thought of the possible outcomes. To Serphia, the thought of turning the already giant Draenei Death Knight into a monstrous, giant spider that could rampage through the streets with its long, icky legs was enough to send a chill down the otherwise stoic warrioress's spine. And to Lithrielle, the image of turning the Draenei into a giant frog with a jabbing, long sticky tongue was perhaps even more frightening than the current thing outside of the mansion.\n\nAnd then again, even the idea of a giant, evil rabbit with command over the powers of evil at its disposal...\n\n\"I think you are underestimating rabbits, little human, they are... \" Lithrielle started carefully, peering down at Liaena from behind her Captain, only for Serphia to suddenly raise a hand towards her to motion her to be quiet.\n\n*\n\n\"Wait, I recognize that voice... wait, it's Li. IT'S LI!\"\n\nTrapped as she was within the voluptuous booty of the Captain, all the voices except Serphia's own became muffled to the tiny Sentinel, Rithrynn. But even though the overly large butt(and her own series of curses), Rithrynn recognized the annoyingly snarky, always slightly sarcastic tone of Liaena!\n\nLiaena, who was responsible for whatever craziness it was that had taken over the Captain! Who was responsible for the fact that she, ever loyal and faithful, never dishonest Rithrynn was now trapped in the Captain's butt!\n\n\"LIIIIII!\" Rithrynn immediately screamed as the tiny elf was spurred into action, beginning to write and squirm madly about in her dark prison!\n\"THIS IS YOUR MESS! GET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU BITCH!\"\n\n\"Nooo, don't move so much!\" Shani, the other Night Elf below Rithrynn, pleaded desperately. Though her pleas fell on deaf ears, or were outright ignored, as the only reply Shani would receive was the sole of Rithrynn's boot as the tiny elf suddenly kicked the elf below her right in the face, sending Shani flying deeper up into Serphia's butt as the tiny Rithrynn entered into a frenzy!\n\n\"IF YOU DON'T FIX THIS RIGHT NOW, I SWEAR I WILL STRANGLE YOUR TREACHEROUS NECK, AND STEAL YOUR SHAWWY ... as soon as I get out!\"\n\n*\n\n\"What about that thing, whatever it was, that made the Draenei giant?\" Serphia inquired, her eyes narrowing as she studied the tiny human.\n\"You... mmmh, don't have any of those lying around, little human?\"\n\nAs the Captain spoke, she suddenly found herself having to focus to avoid smiling too much. For whatever reason, Rithrynn; whilst always furious; had suddenly been spurred into a maddening fury within her rear. As her knees began to grow weak, Serphia placed one hand on her large hips as she slowly gyrated them, all the while trying to maintain a semi-serious face that did not betray the commotion going on within her booty too much...\n\nLithrielle, standing behind her, stood still as a statue; though her eyes flickered between Serphia's face and butt, she dared say nothing!\n\n\"Ahh.. mhm, we could even the playing field if so.\"\n\n*\n\n\"Ughh... owww, hey wait!\" Aleena suddenly exclaimed as she saw Mei suddenly run away as the Night Elf staggered back onto her feet.\n\"The fight is THAT way. You're runnin the wrong! ... \"\n\n...\n\n\"Oh Elun,-\"\n\n*CRASH*\n\nAleena's ears dropped low when she looked up, only to see what Mei was fleeing from; as the Death Knight's gigantic butt came falling down like a mountain! The sentinel would immediately vanish beneath the darkened mass of Malizia's giant butt. Letting out a laugh and wriggling her butt triumphantly, Malizia enjoyed the sensation of feeling the smaller Aleena as the sentinel would disappear up into her butt, letting out a teasing moan.\n\nThough her brief victory celebration would be cut short by an impudent attack from Mei! Furious, Malizia glared behind her, noticing the incoming Draenei!\n\n\"Not so easy!\" Malizia grinned as she suddenly threw herself backwards, to land on Mei; but as she did, she suddenly noticed another set of figures come running out the back door of the mansion.\nIn fact, it was a Night Elf Sentinel, holding... the most beautiful human female she had ever seen. Silje...\n\n\"LET ME GO-LET-ME-GOLEMMEGOLEMEMEGOo!\" Silje cried out in terror in the Night Elf's hands, only to freeze to a statue when she looked out into the garden and saw Malizia.\n\nAll the while, the Sentinel holding the little human female called out encouragingly!\n\n\"LOOK! I FOUND A DISTRACTION!\"",
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] | "Although, it is against several tenants of my religion unfortunately"
"So is letting evil run rampant I presume!" Sharon answered swiftly as he was focusing on aligning a long bronze rod that almost served as a kind of cylindrical barrel that he aimed towards one of the windows leading out into the garden behind the mansion.
The sound of chaos coming from outside could easily be heard all the way into the sanctum. A deep tremor suddenly shook the entire building, causing bits of dust to drain down from the roof through the cracks and douse the sanctum below.
"Please take the Arcane Difican,- ahem, I mean the purple looking disc and insert it into the brass cage over there!" Sharon said as he instructed Kathlin to help him set up the large apparatus, which at this point consisted of a maze of long, narrow bronze stilts and flashy gems and glasses arrayed in a dazzling form.
"I would not worry too much about the wards right now. She is within the property, and this is not exactly your everyday teleportation. No, this is transdimensional rifting, as we used to call it back at the acedemy."
Sharon smirked as he headed over to the other side of the room, opening the window so that the apperatus had a clear view out into the garden - and the great fight going on outside.
"If all goes well, this will create a rift for our dear guest to fall through - sending her into another world somewhere in the twisting nether... " Sharon said as he found a bronze box with a brightly red, ornate button attached on the top of it. Removing the protective safety glass case and muttering a quick enchantment that caused the runes on the side of the box to glow with the same hue as that of the rest of the apparatus, the High Elf adjusted his goggles and turned to Kathlin.
"According to my theory, it's a 76% chance success, and it will save the rest of the district from what could otherwise have been a great rumble... " Sharon said, before scratching his chin.
"Other than that, we just have to hope that we don't dislocate the entire street, or something comes out of the rift from the other end."
Furrowing his long, blonde brows over his at this point ridiculous goggles, he quirked a smile as he suddenly held out the trigger box to Kathlin.
"On a more cheery note... would you do the honors?" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"While I'm sure Sharon's neighbours would definitely appreciate a second giantess on their lawn…no. It got blown up\" Liaena said sweetly, only allowing herself to sound slightly sardonic at she stared at Serphia. Judging from the Night Elf's currently behaviour, she probably had a slightly increased allowance for snark before the captain hit her. \"Because somebody decided to blow up my satchel. Never mind, I'm sure they had a plan\"\n\n\"Mrrwh…?\" Serphia sounded somewhat distant as she arched her back in a stretch with a purr of satisfaction. \"…Sounds like…some sort of idiotic, monkey plan to me\"\n\n\"Oh yes. I quite agree\"\n\nLithrielle looked confusedly up at her captain. \"But mistress, didn't you…\"\n\n\"---So, some sort of small creature\" Liaena cut in sharply, before smiling widely up at the pair. \"Unless either of you have a better plan? No? Then let's go then!\"\n\nMarching past the two Night Elves, Liaena confidently pushed open the door to the pantry…before her face fell. \"Oh…right. Jeez, do you lot use your boobs like camel humps or something?\"\n\nThe pantry was indeed entirely desecrated, completely emptied to sustain the ravaging habits of Night Elves. Liaena entered slowly, staring around, before dropping to her knees to start scouting under the cupboards much to the bemusement of the elves behind her. After a few seconds of this, Serphia started to get nervous. \"What are you doing!? I will remind you, giant spiders are a sin against Elune…\"\n\n\"Here we go!\" Liaena said triumphantly, and some tiny squeaking noises erupted as she pulled out a mouse trap cage with a tiny mouse running around inside it. \"I figured Miz Collins would be too busy with you lot to empty these. Or maybe she just needed the extra meat on standby, who knows?\"\n\n\"…\"\n\n\"Oh right. Didn't you know?\" Liaena remarked casually to Lithrielle in response to her bemused look, as she stuffed the cage into a pocket and headed for the door. \"Those pub lunches you've had over here? Probably rat meat. Don't worry, they wash them to flush out the poisons first\"\n\n*\n\n\"Is that to have deniability, Mister Dal'dieb?\" Kathlin enquired as she took the ominous looking trigger box, to stare at the even more ominous looking big red button dubiously. \"Seventy-five percent. Somehow that feels worse than if you had said less…\"\n\n\"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!\"\n\n\"LOOK! I FOUND A DISTRACTION!\"\n\n\"…That sounds like a problem\" \n\nSticking her head out of the window, Kathlin took in the scene in the garden below her with Malizia advancing on Silje. \"A very small problem…creating a very big problem. They are too close together for button-pushy, Mister Dal'dieb\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"This thing works remotely, right Mister Dal'dieb?\" Kathlin enquired as she unlatched the window, to start to casually clambered out, trigger box and all. \"That's good. I'll be right back\"\n\nLanding lightly in the slushy garden below as though she had just skipped down a step, Kathlin braced herself, finger hovering over the trigger as she waded through the grass and muck towards the Deathknight, before stopping at what she could best estimate to be a 'safe distance' away, and on the opposite side of Malizia to Silje. \"er, Hello! Giant Draenei Death Knight! We spoke earlier!\"\n\nThe girl couldn't help but swallow as Malizia paused in her tracks, to turn and stare at the second Most Beautiful Being. \"I don't suppose…you could step away from the screaming human? It would be very nice of you\"",
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"text": "\"HEY! MISTRESS IS NOT DONE WITH YOU YET, MONKEY!\" Lithrielle would exclaim as Liaena suddenly ran off, her purple cheeks gaining a distinct blood red hue!\n\nHowever, as she looked over at Serphia, Lithrielle would immediately frown as she noticed Serphia wasn't really paying the situation any real attention. Opening her mouth a bit, Lithrielle would tilt her head as she eyed her mistress to see if she was all well.\n\n\"Uhhh... mistress Serphia?\"\n\n\"Mmmmhhm... let her go.\" Serphia simply said as she waved her hand towards Lithrielle, motioning for her to calm down.\n\n\"We will let the midget go and try to deal with the giantess problem in the yard herself.\" She continued, turning to give Lithrielle a smile.\n\"If she just so happens to get trampled, eaten or otherwise obliterated by her massively overpowering foe, we will simply deal with the problem ourselves! And if they destroy each other, that's just a win-win for us!\"\n\n\"B-but... \" Lithrielle stammered, looking worried.\n\"What if the giant Draenei wins?\"\n\n\"Go find Naliyah and go see if she doesn't have something in her stash that we cannot use against the Draenei.\"\n\n\"Naliyah?! You can't be serious, mistress!\" \n\n\"Ohhh, I know we can rely on her.\" Serphia smirked as she formed a slight grin with her purple lips looking down at Lithrielle.\n\"Tell her that I know where her Rithrynn is.\"\n\nLithrielle remained silent for a moment, yet her worried expression soon faded into that of a smile as she looked back up at her mistress!\n\n\"Ohhh, that's brilliant! I'll go find her right away, mistress!\"\n\n*\n\nMalizia had already bent over and was in the process of moving over towards the tiny sentinel and Silje, both of whom had nowhere to run now as Mei had already ran past them and shut the door behind them, leaving them outside and alone before the gigantic ebony draenei that was rapidly closing in on them!\n\nThat was, until her head suddenly snapped around at the sound of another beautiful creature... !\n\n\"Could it be? ... \"\n\n\"I don't suppose…you could step away from the screaming human? It would be very nice of you\"\n\nStopping right in her tracks, Malizia would turn around and spot Kathlin! She did look a little bit different, in her heavy protection gear, but even through the heavy guide, her person was unmistakable! Malizia's eyes would widen into star-filled orbs as she smiled with glee!\n\n\"Little mushie-wushie!\" She exclaimed, and in one sudden show of (giant) acrobatics, the giantess had swung around, launched herself across the yard, knocking and tearing up a good number of the trees and bushes in the process, before slamming down on her butt in front of Kathlin and swooping her up in one hand, holding the tiny human up in front of her!\n\n\"I sooo missed you!\" Malizia exclaimed as she looked down at the little human in her hand, her face bright with joy!\n\"I was so worried some of those mean elves might have hurt you!\"\n\nAs Malizia said that, the giant draenei would throw a dirty look down towards the sentinel holding Silje, all the while the Sentinel was slowly trying to inch towards the door to frantically knock on it in hopes that Mei would open!\n\nTurning back to Kathlin with a huge grin, the Draenei would notice the tiny device in the human's hands, before raising a finger and motioning towards it.\n\n\"D'aaaaawwwwhhh! Did you bring that gift for me?\" Malizia would exclaim with a sound of exasperation.\n\"You are soooo wonderful, I could just eat you up, cutiepie!\"",
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] | "Wait, what are you doing? You have to stay clear of the target zone!" Sharon exclaimed as he rushed towards the window that Kathlin had just exited, only to watch the bizarre scene unfold outside in the garden.
Silje, faced with the sight of her monolithic adorer, had; like most rational and normal people would have done under similar circumstances; feinted, and was no longer offering any sort of resistence to the Night Elf holding her. The poor girl's mind had by now retreated to her happy place, free of any crazy Night Elves or giant Draenei.
Kathlin, on the other hand, had been snatched up by the massive Draenei, who looked equally busy ogling her as trying to woo her. And that is without to give any kind of mention to her rather problematic choice of words in her expressions!
"No-no, this is all getting out of hand... !" Sharon mumbled, slightly hesitant to state the obvious as he beheld the spectacle going on.
A sharp hiss and crackling noise caused him to turn to look back inside of his sanctum, as he watched the magnificent apparatus he had erected was practically boggling with the massive fel energies currently streaming through it. He had not anticipated the firing delay, whereas the fel crystals had continued to feed the apperatus raw, uncontained demonic energies, causing it now to overflow; threatening to rupture at any moment now if it was not allowed to discharge in an orderly fashion!
"Just my luck!" Sharon said from below his oversized goggles before pulling them back down onto his eyes, and turning to call out through the window.
"FORGET ABOUT FINDING THE EXACT PERFECT MOMENT, GIRL! JUST PUSH THE BUTTON, OR WE ARE GOING TO SUFFER A DEMONIC ANOMALY!" Sharon called out from the window frame down to the girl currently firmly in the Draenei's grasp.
"GET TO A SAFE DISTANCE AND P,-"
*CRACKLE*
*CZZZZ-KZZZTTT!*
*BROOSH!!*
"... YOU KNOW WHAT, FORGET ABOUT THE SAFE DISTANCE; JUST PUSH THE DAMN BUTTON!" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"That also sounds hazardous\" Kathlin called back, before swallowing as she stared down at the trigger in her hands…which now was also spitting out sparks. \"Then again….there is one, verus t'other…\"\n\nMalizia meanwhile seemed entirely unperturbed by the noises the machine was making, which was only appropriate given all of her body was fuelled by the kind of magic that was threatening to be unleashed. \"Hazard? Danger? Noooo…don't you worry. I would slay the world for you, little one!\"\n\n\"That's kinda the problem\" Kathlin said weakly, before looking at the trigger again – and the ground far beneath her. The distance wasn't the problem, it was more the point she was being held very tightly. \"This is turning into heroic sacrifice material…oh dear. I'd rather not do that. I'd only just got over last time\"\n\n\"You improve…Serphia so much, Rithrynn\" Liaena gasped with half a chuckle to herself as she fled through the lower corridors and up several flights of stairs. \"….Maybe if I get….the entire war band in…she'll finally make an acceptable house mate\"\n\nFlinging the curtain aside to skid into the garden, Liaena stared up at the behemoth above her, holding…. \"—WHAT, are you DOING!?!\"\n\n\"Improvising\"\nKathlin called back. Malizia meanwhile, glanced down to acquire a glare of aggravation as she spotted Liaena. \"This is a private moment! DIE!\"\n\nLiaena stared up at the large fist descending towards her. Lacking the personal mobility to move out of the way, she simply raised the dart gun and fired into it. \"Large target at least\" \n\n*CRUNCH*\n\n\"—ow\"\n\n\"And now, my beloved – oooh, I feel….fuzzy\" Malizia began, before staring at Kathlin in alarm as a burning sensation took over her body. \"I – my love – what is –\"\n\nAnd then the fingers surrounding her shrank and moulded into claws incapable of maintaining a grip. Plummeting towards the ground, Kathlin at least had the presence of mind to hammer a fist down on the big red button firmly. \"Damn button pressed, Mister!\"",
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"text": "Feeling confident that she had succeeded in flattening the already diminutive black haired girl that had interfered with her private moment, Malizia would pull her fist back up out of the ground; away from the pancaked and disheveled form of Liaena that remained halfway buried in the garden; and turning her attention over to the far more interesting little thing in her hands.\n\nBut lo and behold, as the fates would have cursed her, Malizia had barely time to even speak before she felt that something was wrong...\n\nSomething was VERY wrong!\n\nHer entire body tingled, her muscles twitched involuntarily. It felt as if all her organs were dancing around inside of her in some bizarre dance macabre as she felt like she was about to puke!\n\nShe felt the little human drop from her grasp, but by the time she could get a pair of bleary and confused eyes to focus back at where Kathlin had once supposed to have been, she instead saw that her hand had instead turned into a vicious set of strangely familiar claws; ideal for shredding and tearing, but not so ideal for holding one's very precious little loved one.\nAnd in the corner of her eyes, she could also squint another rather disturbing change. \n\nHair. Growing along her forearm. And lots of it!\n\n\"BY THE BLACKEST NIGHT, WHAT FOUL CURSE IS THIS?!\" Malizia would exclaim in surprise as she began to shake her hand, as if it was somehow going to stop whatever was happening to her; yet the transformation, whatever it was, continued regardless! She could feel her front teeth ache, and a bizarre sensation snaking its way up her tail, and she felt a strange scent that was suddenly amplified, coming from the house, it was the scent of...\n\n... cheese?!?!\n\n\"I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS!\" Malizia roared, her mind racing to try to make sense of the situation.\n\n\"Kill the caster! Kill the curse!\"\n\nMalizia's blue though now slightly yellowish eyes darted across the garden as she identified the possible casters, ignoring the present Night Elves on the roof as she knew their arcane talent to be similar to that of a kobold!\nIt did not take long for Malizia to single out the most likely source of the 'curse' however, as her glare soon narrowed on the section of the mansion where Sharon's office was located!\n\n\"I WILL NOT BE HUMILIATED LIKE THIS, HIGH ELF!!\" \n\nMalizia roared like a dark titan as she suddenly lounged out with one of her hairy, clawed arms; raking her giant hand across the side of the mansion in a terrible display of destruction! Frightened shrieks emerged from the Night Elves standing on top of the roof as a large gash of broken wood and crushed stone was made across the house!\n\n*CRASH*\n*SHRED*\n*RAAWR*\n\nOnly to be followed by another rake as Malizia slashed with her left hand as well, aiming for Sharon's office!\n\n\"SHAAAARON DAAL'DIEEEEEB!!\"\n\nMalizia screeched, revealing her upper two front teeth to have grown dramatically in size and protruding from her mouth as she began to violently assault the mansion!",
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] | "NOOOO! NOT THE YEW TILES!!"
*CRUNCH*
Sharon's crying plea fell on deaf ears as Malizia clawed her long claws across nearly the entire width of the mansion, tearing up wood and furniture and leaving a wide, open gash into Sharon's very own sanctum!
The High Elf had hit the floor in the process, as dust and planks fell all around him. Small bits of rocks and rubble rained from the roof to clang against the delicate apparatuses thathe had set up across the room, now glowing with a haunting green light as the fel energies were nearly reaching critical overload!
And then, as if Kathlin had finally suddenly realized the danger of the situation, the contraption was activated by the click of the remote button, as the blinding green light seeping up from the fel crystals were concentrated into a long open cylindrical framework of glasses and panels, a piercing hum filling the room as it was about to activate.
"Good light... " Sharon merely mumbled, before the entire sanctum was flooded with the same old green light, now beaming out of the window; the fel energies being focused in a green lance that shot out from through the wide gash left by Malizia and out into the garden, hitting the bizarre Draenei-Death-Knight-Rat-monstrosity right in the chest, and momentarily turning the entire giantess into a living, green torch!
A short scream, then the entire garden was covered in a pitch black carpet of dark smoke and burning green cinders!
*Cough* *Cough*
Sharon staggered to his feet in the ruins of his sanctum, his apperatus still standing, though he could see that one of the two fel crystals had lost its bright green glow for that of a mundane, gray one; and was already slowly disintegrating into dust on the spot.
Adjusting his breath mask, the High Elf staggered through the black smoke and dust filling his sanctum, to walk towards the window.
Looking out, all he could see was a blinding black wall of smoke that had devoured the entire mansion and the back garden. He could see green cinders floating around in the air like ghastly figures, and deep, green lines of fel corruption stained the otherwise verdant and white ground of the garden. The air stinked of sulphur and ash, an acidic smell that nearly made his eyes weep even through his protective goggles.
"Did we? ... "
Sharon asked with a hushed whisper as he stared out into the smoking darkness and green flames outside... until two of the green lights suddenly moved, and focused on him from above; a striking resemblance to that of two green snake eyes staring directly down at him.
Then they moved, the ground shook, and Sharon could then see the face of the eyes; as he recognized Malizia's giant face emerging from the smoke above. Two large tattered wings were barely visible through the thick smoke behind her, and Sharon could see that her already dark blue skin had gained a distinct blood red complexion with red lines, giving her a fiercesome appearance! The large foreteeth and fur had been replaced by more sleek, demonic looking features, as Sharon realized what had just happened.
"She is a Draenei! ... was, a... " Grabbing his spellbook, Sharon rapidly shifted through the pages until he reached a page labeled 'Man'ari', and shook his head.
"The beam was too focused and off center. I need to adjust. And quickly!"
Sharon muttered frantically as he put the book aside. Realizing he would need time to prepare another volley, he instead leaned out the window. He couldn't see anyone but the outline of Malizia's new, giant demonic form towering above, but part of him hoped Kathlin and Liaena had remained unaffected by the blast.
"KATHLIN! LIAENA DEAR! We may be experiencing a few arcane-difficulties. Would you mind keeping our guest occupied a little longer while I make some slight adjustments?!"
The High Elf called out from his window before he retreated back into his study, moving to focus on the apperatuses and hoping no big, red hand suddenly reached into his sanctum and grabbed him.
A half rat-draenei-death-knight-hybrid had been bad enough, but a demon Malizia was a whole other level of bad!
"Out of the oven, into the frying pan. Dammit!"
Sharon secretly cursed himself as he cycled the fel crystals using a truesilver prong to avoid physical contact. He hoped no one else had been caught in the blast. The idea of one of the Night Elves possibly having turned into a demon made him shiver. As if their manners weren't bad enough!
Or a demonic Liaena...
"No, no no! Stay on focus, man! If you drop one of these crystals, you're dead! ... how am I ever going to explain this to the neighbors?" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Are you bloody kidding me…\" Mei muttered, looking through the window at the pure chaos, absurdity and failure outside. She couldn't believe what had just happened and if Sharon was in sight, she probably would have smacked him hard enough for him to be thrown at a nearby wall.\n\n Malizia was turned into a demon… A BLOODY DEMON! Mei couldn't even believe it was possible! After all Malizia was a death knight, not exactly something easy to mutate by fel energy…' Though then again, undead do trace their origins to the legion…' She thought, wondering on how to proceed with this absurdity. \n\n 'This is bad… THIS IS THE WORST!' She thought, realizing there really wasn't much she could do in her current situation. First she had not access to her proper armor and weapons she used while fighting back in outland. Those were especially crafted for her to fight demons. The armors were made to protect against fel magics and energies while at least her main sword was enchanted to the brim to bring her maximum effectiveness against demons. Hell if she had those even with Malizia's current size there was a good chance Mei was at least going to keep her occupied for a while. Right now she stood no chance… she probably wasn't going to be able to continue fighting a demon of that size for long before being seriously hurt! \n\n \"Wait…\" She mumbled suddenly something coming to mind. She remembered seeing a weapons plaque with spears on it down on the ground floor! That was good… If she couldn't fight Malizia from up close like before, she was at least going to annoy the demon as much as she could.\n\n Mei then quickly ran downstairs, grabbing every weapon she passed by, everything that could be used. Demon or not to be cut hurt!",
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"text": "\"Now see, this is why this is forbidden by my religion…\"\n\nKathlin muttered, hiding behind an overturned pagoda. The air stank of fel magic, corruption and generally of things having-gone-extremely-wrong-in-a-very-short-space-of-time. The girl stuck her head out from behind the pagoda briefly, to take in the new demonic entity, then hastily withdrew it again. \"Noop, don't wanna get kissed by that\"\n\n\"Wughhh…stupid…Night Elves…dumb Dranei…\" Liaena coughed as she levered herself painfully out of the fist-shaped dent in the ground. The girl stared around in mild confusion as she took in the ash and smoke in the air. \"Not sure it was meant to do that…\"\n\n\"….\"\n\nSlowly tilting her head to look upwards, her heart sank like a stone as she took in the very large, very angry looking demon looming above her, well aware of her existence and looking distinctly unfriendly. \"….definitely wasn't meant to do that\"\n\n\"—Men, FIRE!\"\n\nJust when Malizia was raising a huge hand to create Liaena-chunks – a volley of crossbow bolts smacked into the demon, knocking it to one side with a roar of anger and mild annoyance. A number of Stormwind guards had apparently finally responded to the calls of alarm, led by a wey-faced Captain who looked like he wished past him had shown less professionalism. \"Summon the Paladins! We have a number one threat loose in the city! You – go! The rest of you, reload and get ready to engage!\"\n\nHe pointed at one of the guardsman, who was all too happy to cut and run as he fled away down the street in the vague direction of the Cathedral. The others fumbled to reload as the Captain looked up at the demon that was in the process of lunging at him, fists ready. \"Oh, mother\"\n\n\"RAWWWGHH—\" *tink* \n\n*tink tink tink tink tink*\n\nThe captain gasped for dear life as he took in the translucent shield that was surrounding him. \"Thank the light!\"\n\nMalizia meanwhile, took in the sight with rapidly dawning comprehension , to turn and stare wildly around for the magic's creator. \"my love!\"\n\n\"….what did it say!?\"\n\n\"Never mind that – FIRE!!!\"",
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"text": "*Tink* *Tink* *Tink*\n\nMalizia continued to sit next to and prod the mystical yellow and white shield that had just surrounded the foolhardy guardsmen with a big, red finger, her green, glowing fel eyes narrowed into a thoughtful look as the giant demoness eyed the barrier and the terrified folks inside with a studious expression.\n\nThough the shield was a relatively small dome shape compared to the massive demoness towering above it, preliminary attempts to crush the puny thing had proved... difficult.\n\nUnder any other kind of \"normal\" circumstances, Malizia would have been certain she could have destroyed the petty barrier alongside the hapless fools inside! However, in this case, she knew the caster of said barrier to be none other than the most cutest, most adorable, most loveliest, most hug-e-liest, bestest girl in the entire, whole wide world!\n\n... which obviously meant that the barrier MUST naturally be similarly impressive, I.E impenetrable!\n\n\"I think there is a simpler solution to this... \" Malizia commented with a malicious grin on her face as she eyed the terrified guardsmen through the barrier.\n\nThere was no immediate threat from said guardsmen, as crossbows; whilst powerful, were redicilously slow to reload, usually taking up the majority of a minute. And that being before mentioning the rather obvious fact that most of the guardsmen were utterly terrified, shield or no.\n\nMoving both hands forward, Malizia would dive them both down - but not against the shield. Instead, she aimed under it, digging her large hands into the ground, going below the shield, finding the bottom of the spherical shield, before suddenly pulling it, the guardsmen, and a good chunk of dirt and cobblestone straight up from the ground.\n\n\"Have you boys not learnt to not disturb a girl in her private moment?\" Malizia grinned with wicked glee as she stood up on one knee, before holding the sphere with the soldiers in one hand almost like a bowling ball behind her, and suddenly tossing them to the side, causing the magical barrier to roll down the street towards the canal like a big, glowing bowling ball; the guardsmen being scrambled around inside, their voices of confusion, terror and occasional puking being muffled by the rolling sphere as it crushed anything in its path.\n\n\"Now then... where were we?\"\n\nMalizia said whilst grinding her hands together as if she had just taken out the trash, already moving towards Kathlin's little hiding spot while pretending to not know where the little girl was.\n\n\"Now that that's out of the way, sweetie, how about we continue to consummate our brilliant lo,-\"\n\n\"STOP RIGHT THERE, YOU FOUL DEMON BITCH! THIS IS MY... mmmhh, oh... ahem! - THIS IS MY PROPERTY, AND YOUR FEL ASS IS TRESPASSING!\" \n\nThe giant demoness suddenly turned around to look directly down at Kathlin, hovering over her with a big, tooty grin; when suddenly Serphia's voice could be heard across the garden!\n\nMalizia's face, barely ten feet above Kathlin, would suddenly stop; only to gain a look of supreme annoyance, her eyelids lowering and mouth forming to create a \"I can't believe this shit\" look on her face!\n\nAt the bottom of the mansion, having just stepped outside, would be none other than Serphia herself - now fully clad in her battle raiments, and her twin swords hanging in their sheats on either side of her wide hips! With her black cloak flowing in the ash behind her, she raised one hand to point it accusingly at Malizia's backside as the demoness faced away.\n\nA little bit further up behind, staring out one of the windows, would be Sentinel Lithrielle, holding a heavy flower patterned bag whilst giving the whole scene a worried look.\n\n\"I DEMAND YOU BOW IN SUBMISSION AND PLEA FOR MY FORGIVENESS - I DO NOT TOLERATE INSUBORDINATION, BUT MOST OF ALL, I DO NOT TOLERATE PARTY CRASHERS!!\"",
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] | "Master Sharon, I hate to be the bringer of bad news... " Sounded Friedrick's ever calm and unalarmed tone as the butler could be seen stepping into Sharon's sanctum as the High Elf was frantically moving about the large apparatus in the middle.
"You wouldn't perchance be referring to the giant demon outside, would you?" Sharon replied without taking his gaze away from the machine as he was carefully adjusting the screws around the cage holding the fel crystals, as if he was disarming a bomb that could blow up in his face at the slightest of provocations!
"No, it is not that... "
"Let me guess, Liaena has unearthed her emergency stash?"
"Not that either, Master Sharon."
"Our dear Captain has gotten wind of my secret liquor storage below the well?"
"No, but that's only a matter of time. The matter I bring you Sharon is concerned with the town guard." Friedrick finally said, moving his hands together behind his back as he stood upright and watched Sharon.
Sharon paused in his work, to finally turn and peer over at his butler while removing the goggles, his azure eyes growing wider.
"What about the guard?"
"I am afraid that our local commander has caught wind of our... situation."
"Good light! Are they here?"
"They were, yes. That is until our exalted guest showed them down the street."
There was a moment of pause as Sharon merely looked at Friedrick, squinting his eyes as he tried to make sense of what the butler had last meant. That would be an attempt that Sharon soon would end, however, as he instead focused on more immediate matters.
"We need to cover this up before they call any further reinforcements!! Mister Friedrick, please call on our favors with the dwarven mining guild! We will need them to cover up this mess! Also, have miss Collins burn some Smokeweed. We need a bigger smoke screen to cover up the show for the rest of the city."
"Sir, are you not forgetting something? ... "
" ... "
Sharon looked at Friedrick for a moment, before he glanced over his shoulder and out the window where Malizia sat in the garden outside.
"Oh, don't worry, I will deal with her. You just get to work on damage control ASAP!" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "Mei had stopped midway of collecting weapons to throw when she heard the voice of the night elf captain.\" Ohh great…\" She muttered, throwing a look outside. This was just what they needed! The insane night elf captain to fight the giant demoness in the middle of Stormwind! Actually what was she even thinking, even Serphia alone wouldn't really stand too much of a chance against the new demon, despite being in full battle equipment. Then again Malizia was turn into demon right now so she wouldn't know how to use those skills just yet. \n\n \"Ohhhh the Naaru protect me…\" She finally said, taking a 180 degree turn. There were just so many things she could do right now. Throwing spears at the giant Malizia while it would hurt for Mei's throwing strength was pretty of the charts, it wouldn't really deal with the situation. \n\n \"Vashi!\" Mei suddenly called as she returned to her most favorite night elf in the whole of Azeroth. There were few things the berserker could do from her current position… keyword here being current! She needed a change of location!\n\n \"Vashi, I need you to teleport me…\" The draenei would said and leaned in, whispering her desired location into the night elf's ears. \n\n Meirie had one goal, to stop Malizia in her tracks, she'd need to either cause extreme damage… or… go berserk on Malizia's head! She had once pulled this trick with another big deamon and it works! She needed her cute little nelfie to transport her right on top of Malizia's hair form which she could show the new demon a whole new world of pain…\n\n \"Can you do it?\" She asked Vashi.\" Because the alternative of that plan is to leave your captain in 1v1 with Malizia until master Sharon finally deals with this… FAILURE of unspeakable proportions…\"\n\n \"Well there is also the option of enlarging me, but since there is no potion for that ready and I'm pretty sure no magic user here can cast that spell, it's impossible to persue that option!\"",
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"text": "\"Ehhh…\" \n\nKathlin glanced around to assess her options. Right above her head, one gigantic demon…dranei…thing. To her left, angry Night Elves. To her right, Liaena also in hiding, making very obvious shooing motions at her. \"Yes, thank you. It's easier said than done\"\n\"Ugh….\" The demon rolled her eyes, before bending down towards Kathlin in a quick pounce. \"Let's take this somewhere else, sweet-thing\"\n\n\"Nooo…no no no no! Thank you\" Kathlin gasped as she scrambled around the overturned wooden structure, trying to squirm out of the way of Malizia's fingers. Summoning a faintly growing orb of Light, the demon squealed as it was tossed at her hands. \"Hey!\"\n\n\"OI! GIANT DEMON DEATH KNIGHT!\" \n\nLiaena yelled, having abandoned her hide-out to stand on top of a garden chair. Normally, this would add to her height significantly. Given the other occupants of the garden, this was very much a losing battle. \"YOUR INTENDED WISHES YOU TO PROVE YOUR LOVE BY DEFEATING HER FOE! THE NIGHT ELF CAPTAIN SERPHIA! ….RIGHT!?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Oh. Yes…yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea!\" Kathlin said weakly. She had at this point managed to anchor herself somewhere where the large sausage fingers were having trouble stretching in to. It was presumably only a matter of time before Malizia realised it was easier to tear the entire contraption apart. \"Yes! I'd love it if you took care of her for me. I'll…uh, watch. From over here\"\n\n\"For the Light's sake, that potion is wasted on her. I'd have that thing eating out of my hand by now\" Liaena grumbled as she slithered back down behind the wheelbarrow. In all of the mayhem, the girl had found herself quite close to the garden well, which she now gave an appraising look. \"I wonder if Sharon's secret stash is still intact\"\n\n….\n\nWorst comes to worst, they'll make excellent Molotov's.",
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"text": "\"Yeeeeehh.... nooooo.... how about I kick your midget butt over into Kalimdor instead?!\"\n\nMalizia's fel green eyes were seething and burning as she narrowed one demonic eye on the lone figure of Liaena, fully prepared to throw both her and her filthy lies to the other continent... until she suddenly heard the beautiful, melodic voice of Kathlin suddenly affirm every truth in the dark haired midget's voice!\n\n\"Really??!\" Malizia gasped, her head snapping back to stare back down at where Kathlin was hiding with wide eyes of disbelief!\n\nSaid gasp would soon turn into that of a big, shit eating grin however, as she slowly but surely moved her head around to stare down at the figure of Serphia closer to the back entrance of Sharon's mansion.\n\n\" ... that shouldn't be a problem!!\"\n\nTwo of her fellow sentinels had gathered around Serphia, one at each side, as if to show off their support to their brave Captain as she stood staring straight up at the giant demoness, hands on her hips and steel in her eyes. However, as soon as said giant demoness suddenly turned around, only to loom over the trio with burning, fel green eyes; the two sentinels that had stood by Serphia's sides exchanged some concerned looks, before quickly stepping back and away to a safe distance from Serphia!\n\n\"I gave you a chance, bitch... \" Serphia added with a cold tone as she grinded her fists together, staring back up at Malizia.\n\"But now it's too late!\"\n\n*CRASH*\n\nAs Malizia slammed a big, red palm of a hand down into the ground where Serphia had just stood; the Captain would suddenly dodge to the left in a surprising show of agility, before stepping onto said hand and running up along the demoness's giant arm!\n\n\"HIIIYYAAAAAAAHHH!\n\n*\n\n\"Weeelll... \" Vashi muttered, a finger raised to stroke her chin.\n\"It isn't entirely... wait, LITHRI!\"\n\n\"I'm supporting the Captain here!\"\n\n\"Come down here!!!\"\n\n\"Whaat??!\"\n\n\"COME DOWN!!\"\n\nVashi called out, as Lithrielle's head soon would poke out from one of the nearby stairwells as she looked at Vashi, still holding the big bag.\n\n\"Is that Nali's... \"\n\n\"Yes!\"\n\n\"Let me see that!\"\n\nMotioning for Lithrielle to bring the bag, Vashi would open it up and peer into the large, flower patterned bag. After diving her head into its mysterious contents for a couple of seconds, she'd pull out and turn to Lithrielle.\n\n\"Alright, Lithi, I'm going to need one Ashenroot, One Lesser Potion of Geometri,- \"\n\nOne glance at Lithrielle's blank face would make Vashi suddenly shake her head, before pulling out a miniature scroll and beginning to scribble down a list of ingredients with a quill she conjured out of the air.\n\n\"Here! Go to the nearby alchemist shop and get me these, and get back ASAP! The Captain, oh, AND ALEENA, is counting on you! ... and leave the bag with me!\"\n\n\" ... GOTTIT!\" Lithrielle responded after taking a quick glance at the note, before dropping the bag with a clank and sprinting out the door.\n\nTurning to Mei, Vashi would crack a smile.\n\n\"You know, I think I got a plan! I need you to find me an alchemy still though... you see, I learnt of this old potion 278 years ago... \"\n\n*\n\nOutside of the mansion, Lithrielle could be seen frantically running out of the backdoor and across the ruined battlefield/nomansland that had become Sharon's garden, a tiny list in her hand as she ran below and past the giant Malizia as she the colossal Death Knight was struggling with a (relatively) tiny Serphia jumping about her head. All the while making sure to dodge a line of Night Elves as they tried to throw a series of ropes to attach around the giant demon's tail!\n\n\"GAAAAHH! GET OFF AND FIGHT ME LIKE A GIRL!!\"\n\n\"Lithi, help us, we... !\"\n\n\"SORRY, I'M GOING ON A SHOPPING MISSION, CAN'T TALK!!\"\n\nLithrielle blurted out as she ran past one of the sentinels, nearly crashing into her in her haste, before she leaped over the garden wall to land onto the street outside!",
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] | "GAAAAHH! GET OFF AND FIGHT ME LIKE A GIRL!!"
"Just what is going on out there... " From where he was digging his uppers torso into a part of the brass, tin and copper apperatus, the High Elven Mage would rise up and tilt his safety goggles to the side as he glanced towards the big hole in his sanctum.
"Precious, irreparable damage... "
Walking over to the edge of the sanctum, he would glance out into the carnage in the garden outside. Although the black smoke and fel-green motes still hung in the air around the garden and obstructed a good portion of the view, Sharon could still manage to see the massive, towering figure of Malizia as she traipsed around, looking dangerously unbalanced and close to falling over at any moment! Darting across her face was a particularly ill-tempered Serphia, and below, a group of Night Elves trying to tie the demon down with some rope!
"Light knows that's not going to ever work... " Sharon muttered as he reached towards a nearby desk to pick up a large, brass loudspeaker, before holding it up to his mouth.
"LADIES, WOULD YOU PLEASE VACATE THE TARGET? THANK YOU!" Sharon spoke in a casual tone, though through the strange, horned device, it was as if his voice became magnified a thousandfold, as to ring out across the garden like a loud boom!
Squinting his eyes as he placed the loudspeaker back onto its desk, Sharon could see out into the garden a tint of blue smoke starting to appear around the perimeter.
It was the outline of Friedrick that caught his attention, as his trusted butler was moving around in the background of the scene in the garden, placing out a long line of mystical blue bags that seemed to exhume an endless, blue azure smoke up into the air; effectively reinforcing the currently fading black, slightly green smoke carpet with a wall of blue smoke to effectively block the view off from the rest of the neighborhood.
"Hopefully this'll reduce the inevitable questions in the next neighbourly meeting... "
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"I presume you are having a wonderful day, Lady Rune?" Friedrick would suddenly commented as he passed by Liaena's hiding place, hands full with a pile of closed, blue satchels as he calmly and professionally opened them one at a time as he was lining the perimeter.
"But, I really must warn you, Lady Rune, that sneaking around like that is not good for your clothes."
Friedrick would say as he threw a worried look towards Liaena's clothes, or at least as worried a look as his professional attitude would allow him to make.
"Not to worry though. The two reserve sets I prepared for you as the day's shenanigans started are still in your room and unspoiled by our guests."
*CRASH*
"DIE-DIE-DIE!"
*Cough*
"I also came to warn you, just so you had a heads up that it's soon... "
*ting!*
"LUNCH TIME!"
Miss Collin's voice could suddenly be heard all out across the garden as the slightly pudgy woman called out, having opened one of the windows to peer out, and apparently wondering where more than half of her usually ravenous guests had gone.
Freidrick paused for a moment, before glancing back at Liaena.
"Tea, crumpets, Lemon Cakes and Sandwiches flavored with Dalaran cheese, to be precise... " | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Good to know you've got your priorities sorted, Frederick\" Liaena gasped as she pulled most of her upper body out of the garden well, almost completely covered with pond filth, mould and other nasties from the waste up. She was also holding onto a large oil-skin sack in a similar state of disrepute which she had apparently just levered out of the well. Frederick gave it a look of polite concern. \"An excellent collection, Lady Rune. Some of those vintages have been sourced from another dimension\"\n\n\"Oh good, maybe our extra-dimensional visitor is already acquainted then\" Liaena muttered as she pulled a bottle of whiskey out of the sack to squint at it. \"I'll ask her to write a review…oooh, 70% proof.\"\n\n\"Although actually, some of that sounded quite good. Breakfast didn't happen….\"\n\nLiaena spared a regretful look at the window Miz Collin's voice as she sprinted towards the edge of the mansion, to find a drainpipe and start to clamber up the side of the building. Unmolested, Malizia and Serphia happily occupied with each other, the girl didn't stop until she found a ledge on the 3rd floor that overlooked the scene and at least provided some level of cover. \n\n\"Hrm. I forget. Are demons fire-proof?\"\n\nLiaena mumbled to herself as she stared down at the carnage. \"Come to that – are Night Elves fire proof?\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Ah well. We all need to make sacrifices – Captain\" the girl commented blithely as she uncorked the bottle of whiskey, and shoved a wad of cloth inside it. Reaching inside her robes for a flint – which she thankfully had not mislaid – to start striking sparks until one finally caught at the fabric. Balancing it in one hand as the flame took hold, Liaena readied herself before almost tossing it casually towards Malizia, where some clothing and armour still clung somehow to the demons skin in spite of the abuse it had suffered. \"Just need to get the timing….right\"\n\n*FWOOOOSH*\n\n\"Hmm. I probably didn't hold it long enough\" Liaena commented as she surveyed her handiwork, with at least some of the Demon's clothes on fire. The girl reached down for another bottle. \"Take two\"",
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"text": "Due to their origin, most demons tended to possess either an immunity to fire, or at the very least a heightened resistance and tolerance to it.\n\n\"Huh ... ?\"\n\nUnfortunately, this was a fact that did not occur to Malizia when the giant demoness suddenly paused her little game of \"try-to-grab-the-little-elfie\" as Serphia darted around her torso, only to look down and notice the tiny scraps of clothing still clinging to her body suddenly having caught fire - and burning fiercely!\n\n\"Oh my... OH MY!!\"\n\n\" ... ! FIRE! FIRE!! GET IT OFF-OFF, OFFF!\" Malizia suddenly screamed as she realized she was on fire, and began frantically tip-toeing(or tip-hoofing) across the garden!\n\n\"Just what do you think you're doing?!!\" Shouted one of the Watchers on the roof above Liaena who had been in the middle of drawing an arrow when she had noticed the human girl's shenanigans. Staring down at the girl a level below her, the watcher would give Liaena a dirty look.\n\"Can't you see Mistress has the situation under control?!\"\n\nSerphia, who had grown accustomed to Malizia's slow, cumberstone and predictable 'rationale' moves to catch her, was caught completely off-guard by the sudden jerky, panicked movements from the giant demoness as Malizia began flailing around like mad! The result? Before Serphia even knew what happened, the shoulder she was standing on was no longer below her feet, and instead, the stray back of a big, red arm slapped into her from behind, swatting the Captain away like a bug - her silvery eyes both stunned, surprised, and offering a token glimpse of warning at Liaena standing on the edge of the mansion - before the Captain slammed into a smaller roof of the mansion and fell right through it with a crash!\n\n\"Ai-aii-aiaiia!\" \n\nMalizia screamed as she jumped around, the tiny figure of Lithrielle visible beneath Malizia as the Sentinel darted across the battlefield that had once been Sharon's garden, dodging any trampling hooves and slipped into the mansion's back door!\n\nIn the meantime, Malizia had been wildly clawing at the tiny, burning straps of clothing still left on her body, trying to tear them off! The minor, almost unnoticable discomfort generated by the flames seemed to have been completely ignored by the panicked demoness as she tore off what little clothes she had been wearing, and threw the burning fabric across the garden!\n\nWhile Draenei were excellent sprinters and possessed great leg strength, they had generally lacked flexibility and balance. A fact that became painfully obvious as the panicked Malizia found herself struggling to regain balance in the confined space of the garden, and was staggering backwards towards the mansion!\n\n\"Don't you even as much as think of throwing that secon.... d bottle... ... \" The watcher who had begun berating Liaena from the level above suddenly went quiet when she noticed the shadow that had suddenly fallen over them, only to look up to see the giant demoness as she was rapidly falling in their direction.\n\n\"GODDESS!! CLEAR THE ROOF!!!\"\n\n*\n\n\"Thank you!\" Vashi beamed as she accepted the box from Mei, just in time as the roof above them suddenly broke!\n\n*CRASH*\n\nFalling like a comet through the woodwork above would be none other than Captain Serphia, as she fell back first down into the corridor in a cloud of dust, landing harshly on the ground just five feet away from Vashi and Mei.\n\n\"I... will khh-h-kill... that midget!!\" Serphia spoke with staggered breath as the Captain lay on the floor amidst broken planks and dust, seeming to slip in and out of consciousness!\n\nVashi didn't say a word, instead she stared at the Captain with her mouth wide open in surprise. That was until Lithrielle came running through the corridor, presenting Vashi with another box as she made great efforts to sidestep the Captain!\n\n\"I got them, though I had to take some of it, the shopkeeper wouldn't,- \"\n\n\"Doesn't matter. I'll get to mixing it right away!\" Vashi said as she accepted the second box, before turning to Mei.\n\"Please help the Mistress! We're going to need her in the fight! I'll only need a moment!\"\n\nThe Night Elven magi explained, before she had already kicked in one of the nearby doors and walked in, shutting it behind her before the sound of crackling electricity and occult chanting could be heard from within. Enough to make Lithrielle throw Mei a worried look as the Sentinel glanced between the Draenei and the door...",
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] | There was always something therapeutic about setting together large sets of complicated apperatus and quasi arcane machinery, even if the situation they were in was by all rights a crisis. Still, was he was making the final adjustments to the maze of tin and copper stilts, mirrors and megascopes that now littered his office, Sharon couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility.
"It's good to see that my handiwork hasn't decreased in quality since I last built the hexagonal quantum displacement conduit back in Dalaran. Ahh, good times... "
However, there was one teeny weeny fact that did suddenly take Sharon's attention away from his project.
Noticing that the natural light in the room was suddenly disappearing around him, Sharon lifted up his goggles to throw a quizzical look around. There was a trembling in the floor, one that was growing louder and stronger by every second, as if something big and terrible was coming their way!
"This isn't good!"
Rushing over to the half broken windows of his sanctum and grabbing his staff along the way, he could see the giant backside of Malizia rapidly approaching the north side of the mansion was the giantess was clumsily stepping backwards! He also heard someone call out to evacuate the roof.
"ANUN E'DELEORA ARYTH!!"
With vivid images of bills, property damage and reparations flashing across his eyes, Sharon raised his staff in a desperate effort to create a kinetic field around Malizia that, while probably not enough to prevent all damage, would at least lessen the impact of the giant demoness that was just about to fall onto the north wing of the house!
A surge of stillness suddenly passed through the air behind the mansion and around Malizia, taking much of the momentum out of the giantess, as her shadow closed in.
However, as his eyes passed the side of the northern mansion, Sharon's eyes would suddenly widen as he saw the familiar figure of a black haired girl right in Malizia's path; Liaena!
"LIAENA, GET OUT OF THERE!" Sharon called out. Unsure what to do, he proceeded to point his silver battlestaff towards Liaena, as he cast a Boon of Swiftness on the girl, doubling her speed and movement for a short amount of time!
He had never cast such a spell on Liaena before, and as the giant rear of a giant demoness was descending towards her, there was no time to explain either. Hopefully her new speed wouldn't become too confusing to the little girl... | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Finally, this beauty is finally ready for the second salvo!\"\n\nSharon proclaimed as she slapped the last copper seal shut on the fel crystal containment capsule, taking a good few steps back to simply admire his handiwork.\n\n\"Now, the probability of a giant-demonic-occurrence should have been significantly reduced, and we should get a proper translocational event upon initiation!\"\n\nHe said to himself as he began to push against the side of the large telescope, in order to angle towards the last known direction of Malizia in the garden. However, as he finished turning it, the High Elf would almost jump out of his boots as he heard the overbearing voice of Serphia suddenly rumble through the entire mansion!\n\n\"Good light, is that a second monster?!?\" \n\nSharon immediately thought to himself when he heard the voice, before he scurried towards the \"new\" window in his sanctum, courtesy of the giant Death Knight, and gazed out into the garden.\n\nPerhaps the first thing he saw was a -distinctly familiar- pair of two massive, purple buttocks standing high above the ground. Or, more precisely, none other than Serphia's own giant backside, now on an utterly massive Night Elf that towered over the garden! A little further to his right, Sharon could see a group of eight or so normal sized Night Elves directly behind Serphia, seemingly cheering their beloved Captain on whilst brandishing their weapons.\n\nAnd to her left... an incoming, giant and demonic Malizia, charging at full speed at Serphia who seemed still busy gloating!\n\nIt was not difficult to imagine how this could all go wrong...\n\n\"Ahem... \" Sharon cleared his throat, as he tried to call out to the giant Serphia's little gang of supporters behind her.\n\n\"I am sorry to interfere with the festivities, girls, but I think you should all move! ... like, move right now!\"",
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"text": "\"I already… wait.. human… hey!\" Mei tried to explain to Liaena that she had already checked the captain's vitals, but the little human girls seemed way to focused on doing her own thing, not to mention trying to be a way too fast or something. Mei just closed her eyes for a moment and rubbed her temples. The insanity just kept piling more and more since she got dragged to this mansion. Every bloody time things looked like they would be over and done with, something went horribly wrong almost as if someone was playing dice with their fate and continued to roll snake eyes after each 7.\n\n \"Hm… where did the human girl went?\" She suddenly asked when she opened her eyes and saw no human mad alchemist about. Then she saw the insane human return dragging something she didn't exactly expect to see. It took mere moments for Mei to realize what Li was planning.\" Don't you… damn!\" She exclaimed as she jumped aside to not get dragged… or in this case wet into the problem.\" Damn crazy humans…\" She mumbled.\n\n Mei had simply decided it was not worth it to get any more serious and attempting to meddle in the situation. If they wanted everything to get way blown out of proportions then she was god damned going to let them do it. She was just a training instructor anyway… not like she was working as a guard anymore. That's why she simply moved aside and sat down on a nice comfortable remnants of a chair. At least it's cushion was still intact and soft!\n\n She then looked at Vashi as the adorable night elf appeared holding two vials. Mei rose an eyebrow. \"Oh…\" She made a realization sound as the captain seemed to grab a potion, Mei had a hunch what exactly it must have been for. \n\n \"Thank you.\" Mei replied as she reached a hand and took the potion from Vashi, before taking hold of the girl's wrist and pulling her into sitting position in her lap.\" You are not going out there.\" The draenei stated, keeping hold of the night elf to stay with her. Her rather good sixth sense and her danger instincts told her outside was going to be a complete chaos before long. Granted soon enough she heard the captain's rather… bombastic voice at the moment, confirming her suspicions about the potion indeed.\n\n \"Wait for it… wait for it…\" She said quietly, making Vashi also start to listen for whatever was about to happen. Then moments later Sharon's voice rang about the place.\" There it is. We two will stay here in safe and wait for whatever madness is going outside to be done with.\"\n\n \"Say, Vashi, what do you like to eat?\" The draenei suddenly started askign casual questions out of hte night elf almost as if there was not a battle of giant proportions outside hte mansion.",
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"text": "\"Ohhh….that is just all sorts of copyright infringement\"\n\nLiaena thought as she stared out over the garden at the two giantesses ducking it out, before shaking herself briskly to return to reality…such as it was, anyway. \"Sharon?\"\n\n-zoom- Not in the atrium\n\n-zoom- Not trying to leave through the secret passage. Silly man.\n\n-zoom- Yes, in his den…. \"Sharon!\" the girl exclaimed as she skidded to a stop through the door. \"We need to go. Your garden is officially trampled to oblivion and your house is next. Did you…\"\nThe girl paused as she took in the assorted paraphernalia around the room from Sharon and Kathlin's ill-fated experiment, a few shards of crystal scattered around the room. \"What…did you open a portal? Did it work?\"\n\n….\n\n\"Ah.\"\n\nAfter a pregnant pause, Liaena gave Sharon a commiserating smile. \"Okay. We need to leave, after destroying the evidence. Serphia's helping with that\"\n\n\"RAWWWGH!\"\n\n*CRASH*\n\nLiaena ducked instinctively as another shock rippled through the house, as presumably one of the giantesses knocked against the building and sheared off a section of it. \"Just as well you had insurance. We're leaving\"\n\n\"Er, Liaena…\"\n\n\"Don't 'er, Liaena' me, we are leaving before either the city guard or Sherpa show up. I'm not sure which is worse\" Liaena said sharply as she started to rapidly pull apart the demon-summoning equipment and douse the separate components where they lay on the floor. \"It'd be nice if they thought you were dead. I wouldn't count on it though\"\n\n\"Liaena….\"\n\nHer boyfriend said in a placatory tone that the girl chose to ignore as she fished out her flint to strike a spark, tossing it ably onto the alcohol on the floor that rapidly took alight. Grabbing him by the waist to lift him off the ground slightly, she moved – a maneover that took her skiddying into the atrium again. \n\n\"Liaena, Sherpa will likely have agents watching this house. They may be aware of the secret passageways…\"\n\n\"Oh no doubt\" Liaena muttered, before suddenly vanishing again. Where she had been was made readily apparent when she reappeared a moment later with Kathlin in tow, the latter breathless and completely mud splattered. There was suddenly a scream from the garden. \n\"EEEH! Where did she GO!?\"\n\n\"Okay, Kitty, dispell the spells preventing teleportation in or out. Sharon, get ready to teleport us out as soon as she's done. I estimate….you have 10 seconds for the demon to stay confused. Get moving\" Liaena snapped. Kathlin stared at her, before glancing over at Sharon with a somewhat perplexed smile. \n\"So are we leaving? I like this plan if you do, Mister Dal'dieb\"",
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"text": "\"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!\"\n\n\"OWWWWH!!\"\n\n*Crash*\n*BOOM*\n\n\"Let me introduce you to my little friend, GRAVITY, BITCH!\"\n\n\"AIII-\"\n*DROOOHHHMM!!*\n\nSerphia's support team/goon squad had long since given up any attempt at interfering with the fight of the two, giant behemoth currently fighting over the piece of dirt that had once been Sharon's garden! Instead, they had taken up a (relatively) safe distance in the surrounding streets and simply gazed up at the ash cloud covered silhouettes of Serphia and Malizia as the two furious women duked it out in a no-holds-barred beatdown of each other!\n\nIn one scene, Malizia charged forward, launching her own head right into Serphia's chest and knocking the gigantic Sentinel Captain into the mansion, promptly making her serve as an oversized wrecking ball that immediately demolished the roof of the east wing!\n\n\"Giving up yet, you little troll?\"\n\n\"You are going to DIE for that!!\"\n\nSerphia retaliated by swiping the feet(hoofs) out from under Malizia, the giant red draenei-demon-thingy falling to the ground with a deep rumble! Malizia answered by jumping onto Serphia, only for Serphia to pull one leg back, place her feet up under Malizia's chest, and push back, causing Malizia to go flying up into the air with a scream!\n\nBack at the mansion ground, Sentinels in various states of clothes or stripping could be seen running out of the front door of the mansion, gathering in a small crowd outside in response to the growing fire.\n\nThere was an awkward pause among the dozens of drunk and half-sober sentinels that had gathered outside of the mansion as they simply stared dumbfounded at the fire spreading in the second floor, before one of them suddenly stepped forward and raised her stolen mug.\n\n\"BEST PARTY EVER!!\"\n\nIn response to the sentinel, the rest of her sisters raised their fists and cried out as well, jumping up and down with their drinks as they cheered on the burning mansion!\nIn the background, angry nightsabers could be seen jumping out of windows of the mansion to escape the fire, before running amok in the streets!\n\n\"WHOOOO-HOOOO!!\"\n\"YEAAH!!\"\n\n...\n\n\"So... where do we go now?\"",
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] | "So are we leaving? I like this plan if you do, Mister Dal'dieb"
The High Elf's gaze passed from the curious, strangely optimistic looking Kathlin over to Liaena, then back again.
"If I said no, I doubt I'd get to the o in that word before Liaena had already dragged me off to Westfall. I'm still not sure if giving her that haste buff was a good idea!"
Sharon privately thought, also unsure whether he should also mention the potential of the spell having taking 1 or 2 years off her life expectancy.
"Come to think of it, I have always wanted a new place closer to the beach... " Sharon muttered, moving one hand up to his chin in a thoughtful expression, before he turned to Liaena and Kathlin, and nodded; all the while instinctively bracing himself in case Liaena should decide to run somewhere with him along!
"Not to speak ill of your skills or anything, but I do believe the barrier I set up is more than a match for a yet so simple apprentice." Sharon said as he glanced over at Kathlin. Though Kathlin had never shown anything but t e best intentions and did seem to have an elevated magical potential despite her simple class, Sharon doubted that her skills were enough to contest with that of a long lived High Elf and esteemed student and teacher at the Dalaran academy of magical sorcery!
"Aran kehn, rahs fuhs." Sharon suddenly muttered, before thumping the butt of his silver staff into the ground two times.
For a moment, a creeping silence ran across the entire mansion like a wave, as the invisible enchantment was dispelled by the utterance of the keyphrase. The only noise was the not-so-subtle noise of the fleeing elves and nightsabers who apparently already had decided it was time to ditch his soon-to-be ex-mansion!
"One of the first things we were taught at the Institute of Enchantment back at Dalaran was to attach a keyphrase, or password if you will, to our *simpler* wards, so that we could more easily unravel them at a moment's notice than have to go through a lengthy ritual of disenchantment."
Sharon explained with a smile as he looked over at Kathlin, apparently enjoying any chance he got to show off his superior magical knowledge!
"Now, I will begin the ritual of teleporta,- thank you, Friedrick."
Sharon interrupted himself to thank Friedrick as the butler seemingly appeared out of nowhere and handed him a Rune of Teleportation, before the High Elf returned to focusing on his ritual.
"This is going to take a few seconds, a minute max... any special destination in mind?" He asked, turning to look over at Liaena with a smile, all the while motioning for them to come closer. However, his confident smile would suddenly fade for a moment, as if the High Elf had just remembered about something.
Turning towards Liaena, he quirked an eyebrow at her.
"Liaena... aren't we forgetting about someone?" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Uhmm... \" Vashi was slightly taken aback by the Draenei's strangely casual tone, especially when one considered what was going on all around them!\n\"I had always wanted to try that strange thing the humies refer to as Fish and Chips. I hear it's quite popular around here for some reason!\" \n\nVashi simply answered, occasionally listening out through the mansion and outside. She did not know whether Mei realised it or not, but as she was a Night Elf, she enjoyed a far better hearing than the Draenei could ever possess. As an immediate result, Vashi got to hear practically... everything... that was going on outside between the two giantesses.\n\n\"Goddess, why did she even have to go and say that?!!\"\n\nVashi thought with a worried mind as she heard Malizia utter the forbidden words around Serphia. It was enough to convince Vashi that if Serphia had ever had any plans of killing the Draenei quickly, those plans had just faded!\n\nBut also, there was a strange odour in the air...\n\nFurrowing her brows and nose, Vashi suddenly cast an inquisitive look at Mei, and then over at the rest of their surroundings.\n\n\"Do you... smell that too?\"\n\nShe asked with an uncertain tone as she landed one silvery eye on Mei, sniffing in the rather ominous coarse, acidic smell that had suddenly entered the air!",
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"text": "\"Is that so?\" Mei asked in a slight surprise, but then again human cuisine was somewhat specific around the world. It had a certain aesthetic appeal that many others lacked. Even draenei food had those dishes that unless one was really certain and determined, one couldn't even try to taste them. Granted every dish was perfected and tasted unique and incredible, but the outer appearance not always could mask the origins of the ingredients. \n\n \"I will make those to you later then.\" The draenei stated with a smile, gently holding onto the elf sitting in her lap.\" The inn I'm staying at has a nice kitchen and the tavern owner has taught me quite a bit about human cuisine, so I would love to prepare you this meal.\" The berserker stated with a smile, trying to not really mind the overly loud giants outside the mansion.\n\n \"Do not concern yourself with the Man'ari and your captain outside. We shouldn't meddle with them anymore. Worst case scenario the mages will deal with them soon enough. One cannot simply cause this much chaos inside Stormwind of all places and get away with it.\" The draenei stated with calm voice. Frankly it just showed how much she gave up on dealing with this nonsense for the moment. If everything else failed, she was just going to eventually deal with them herself, but she REALLY hoped it won't come to that.\n\n Then she felt something else… beside the rather familiar burning building smell. A rather bad sixth sense considering portals… like get forcibly pulled through enough of those and you get to sense whenever someone was plotting teleportations or portals or anything involving spacetime manipulation!\n\n \"Light give me strength…\" Mei mumbled as she rapidly stood up, carrying Vashi in her arms as she sped up the stairs, searching for Sharon and the human girls who obviously needed some restraint to be pushed into their heads by a hammer at least.\n\n \"Don't you dare!\" Mei shouted as she dashed through the stairs and corridors, heading towards Sharon's last location.",
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"text": "\"No. We haven't\" Liaena snapped\n\nUpon receiving a stare from Sharon, the girl threw out a defensive arm towards the garden. \"Look, I don't like leaving Rithrynn either but how exactly do you propose we get her back!? She's lodged inside Serphia's giant butt, currently having a melee throw-down with a demon. That imbecile of a captain recently blew up all of my potions, I've officially run dry, and I don't think my pliers are going to reach her even if I went spelunking. I'm good, but I'm not that good\"\n \n\"If you're going to admit that, then it must be serious\"\n\nKathlin murmured. Looking slightly furtive under Sharon's gaze, Liaena avoided his eye. \"After all this mess is over, we can come back and get her\"\n\n\"Besides…not that I'm going to point it out but it'd be much harder to hide from Sherpa – if we drag around someone literally sleeping with the enemy\"\n\n\"So where are we going?\" \nKathlin enquired, with an obvious attempt to inject some optimism into the situation as Sharon shook his head and started to form the gestures for the teleportation ritual. Liaena merely shook her head in answer to his question. \"I don't care. Not the north. Nowhere too close. Somewhere quiet\"\n\n\"DON'T YOU DARE!\"\n\nLiaena's head snapped around to see a very angry Draenei, rumbling through the corridor towards them with a bewildered Vashi in tow. Kathlin stepped in front of her, mumbling a prayer as one of her glowing shield sprouted around them, Mei smacking into that rather than into Sharon and disrupting the ritual. \"Ah, sorry about that Ma'am, but we mean no harm to you. It's an inter-dimensional portal this time, promise\"\n\n\"There – perfect!\"\n\nSharon pronounced as the spell concluded and a portal shimmered into life before them. Not even taking the time to check what was on the other side, Liaena grabbed Kathlin by one hand and Sharon by the other. \"SorryifweoffendedyougiveSerphiamybestbyeeee!\"\n\nUnder the influence of the haste spell, the bound through the portal took only a fraction of a second. The shield immediately collapsed as it's caster left the scene, leaving Mei and Vashi free to move as they would. The other three found themselves stumbling into a new environment entirely. \n\n\"Do you think they'll follow us?\"\n\nKathlin asked. Liaena stumbled around, barely taking the time to process her surroundings as she looked at Sharon. \"Close it!\"",
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"text": "Malizia's burning green fel eyes grew into big orbs as the large demoness was kicked up into the air, soaring over the district for a moment cue the oversized elven commander.\n\n\"Uh ohh!!\"\n\nSpreading her entirely new wings, Malizia began to flail and flap them around hap-haphazardly as she could feel the inertia from the initial kick was starting to fade, and giving place to the pull of gravity! It was a completely new sensation to Malizia, an entirely new set of limbs that she had never used before! \n\nIt felt... great!\n\n\"Whoooo, I'm flying. I'm FLYING!!\"\n\n*Flap*\n\n...\n\n*Flap*\n\n...\n\n*Flap... ?*\n\n\"OH BY THE SHADOW, I'M NOT FLYYYIIIIIN,-\"\n\nThe realization that she was in fact not flying and that her whole first attempt to even do so was a massive failure came too late for the giant demoness to brace herself as she was flung back down towards the garden grounds, a last glimpse of the mansion, before Malizia slammed front first down into the garden!!\n\n*CRASH!*\n\n*\n\n\"Nooo! You must listen to her, you don't understan,- ... nd..\" \n\nVashi merely gazed through the disappearing shield as Liaena suddenly flew through the portal faster than the wind, dragging Sharon and Kathlin with her before they could have said \"but\". Immediately concerned by the active portal in front of her and the Draenei's obvious worry, Vashi would grab Mei's hand and look up at her.\n\n\"Are you okay?!\"\n\n*CRASH!!*\n\nMei did not have time to answer before the entire room began to shake! One of the walls would cave in in a shower of dust and debris as Malizia's giant, red face suddenly appeared through the wall in the room. The demoness coughed and spat, before opening one green eye... and then suddenly two excited green eyes!\n\n\"SWEEETIE! I KNEW YOU HAD NOT ABANDONED ME YET!!\" A giant, fanged smile suddenly beamed across Malizia's demonic face as she gazed down at Vashi in front of her with two giant, green eyes! However, the demoness wouldn't get to say much more before she suddenly felt someone grab her by the wing on the other end from behind and begin to drag her, pulling her face out of the room!\n\n\"Dontworrysweetiebunsimcomingback-loveyouxoxo!!\"\n\nMalizia called back towards Malizia as she her torso was dragged out of the hole it had created in the mansion by an angry Serphia!\n\n\"I'm not done with you!\" Serphia sneered, still holding Malizia's wing! Malizia, realizing that lying around and trying to hold a conversation with Vashi would not net her much, decided to spin around and suddenly grab Serphia by the back of her arm, before snatching another hand forward to grab her by the back of the neck!\n\n\"It's dinner time, bitch!\"\n\nThe large demoness roared, before she plunged Serphia's head forward and downwards, causing Serphia the giant Night Elf to crash head first down into the bottom side of Sharon's mansion, and shoving her enormous face right into Miss Collinz kitchen, causing entire rows of cups and plates to fall and crash around her as a table with a half-roasted hog was tipped over by the giant, elven head currently wedged in the room!",
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] | There was a moment of thought as Sharon listened to the hurricane of reasons given by Liaena as to why she was in no position to recover Rithrynn. Nay, why none of them ever were in such a position in the first place!
"Maybe the giant demon could... "
Sharon pondered for a moment, but it was a train of thought the High Elf would not get to finish as he was suddenly swooped away along with Kathlin through his own portal by a hyperfast Liaena in the blink of an eye!
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Runes across an old, wooden floor in an ancient cellar filled to the brim with all sorts of nonsensical junk, constructs, vials and other ridiculous contraptions began to glow in a ghostly blue hue; as a magical wind started to pick up in the otherwise quiet cellar!
Then, a magical portal suddenly expanded, as Kathlin and Sharon, both dragged by Liaena, were suddenly rushed out from it! The sheer speed at which Liaena exited the portal caused tiny tendrils of blue light to follow them from the shimmering portal before disappearing into ghostly mist, and a cloud of old dust was blown up into the darkened room all around them, lit only by the magical light of the portal located in its center!
"Close it!"
Sharon had to take a moment to compose and reorient himself. Whilst the world may seem to move slow for Liaena, the journey had been anything but that for Kathlin and Sharon. The High Elf felt a slight ache in his back, most likely pulled a muscle when he had been suddenly snatched away by the human flash that currently was Liaena!
"It will take but a moment." Sharon finally answered as he nodded towards Liaena, having turned his attention to the portal as he raised a hand towards it.
"What's going on down here?! I've told you many times that my Emergency-Teleport-Circle-for-Rent is, as its name would suggest, ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES!!"
A tiny, yet loud squeaky voice of a female could suddenly be heard booming through the room as the back door to the cellar suddenly shot open with a loud slam, as a smaller, diminutive creature came charging into the room with in a hellish march! Carrying a lit candlelight and dressed in an obnoxious yellow and purple torso and leggings behind a worn workshop apron would be none other than the larger than life Gimpsy Blitzfuse!
Despite her small, 3ft tall stature, the tiny gnome nonetheless managed to emit a domineering presence as she walked up to the group.
Two large, bulbous eyes glared at the trio from beneath her purple and turquoise hair, before the eyes fixed themselves on the High Elf standing close to the portal.
"MISTER DAL'DIEB, WHAT HAVE I,-" Gimpsy's already squeaky voice suddenly rose in volumes as she pointed at Sharon, before suddenly noticing Liaena standing next to her.
"Oh, and hello there dearie! Welcome to my shop! ... "
" ... LIKE I SAID, MISTER DAL'DIEB, THIS TELEPORTATION CIRCLE IS FOR EMERGENCIES ONLY! NOT IF YOU NEED TO ESCAPE YOUR OWN LITTLE PARTIES. WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS A DOZEN TIMES IN THE PAST!!"
"Actually, it's more like twelve... " Sharon tried to interject, raising a finger, yet that only seemed to make the frown on Gimpsy's face grow even wider!
"I am telling you now, Dal'Dieb, from now on, I'm doubling your rent if you want to keep this emergency, and I emphasize, EMERGENCY teleportation circle!" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Yeah… I'm alright…\" Mei replied, feeling her body itch, shift and shiver all at the same time. It was a very familiar sensation, it felt like each piece of her body was being drawn towards the portal and the amount of strength applied on her was increasing by the seconds.\" I've hit sturdier things that this magic shield, don't worry.\" She replied to Vashi to reassure the girl when the wall was suddenly crashed and the damned face of the now daemon Malizia showed up.\n\n Mei growled and for the first time since this mess began was glad she saw Serphia as she pulled the daemon's attention away. She needed to do something so Vashi doesn't fall in Malizia's hands. Such a thing would be a disaster! Especially since Mei swore to protect the more adorable night elf! She was not letting Malizia get her nasty paws on her nelfie! She should just play with Serphia till both of them are unable to move anymore!\n\n Then she felt it, her body was finally giving in to the forces of magic, she felt her body basically be almost like torn to pieces as it was drawn towards the portal. She hated this sensation, she knew she'd just materialize on the other side as normal, but still this… condition of her that the warlocks experimented on her with was very annoying.\" Vashi! Hold me tightly!\" Mei shouted, wrapping her arms around the night elf, pulling her as close as possible as her body was pulled through the shield, shattering it and into the portal. She actually felt a hurt, most likely cracked or dislocated shoulder joint from the impact just now. Nothing new really. Good thing was she pulled the night elf mage with her successfully!\n\n Everything for a moment was magical energy before the next moment she felt the very familiar sensation of KINETIC ENERGY! Mei was flung on the other side of the portal as if shot by a ballista! She barely managed to turn in midair to protect Vashi from the impact on the wall.\n\n The wall had actually cracked under the impact, Mei groaned in pain as she slowly looked up, noticing the familiar faces plus a gnome. She liked the gnomes actually! They were very fun companions to have around!\n\n \"There was… a reason I was against the portal…\" Mei graoned and swiped some blood that was flowing of the edge of her lips.\" Vashi, you alright?\" Mei asked then and looked at the nelfie in her arms.\n\n \"Damn this hurts... I've not felt this much pain since a infernal actually took a hit at me once...\"",
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"text": "\"Damn this hurts... I've not felt this much pain since an infernal actually took a hit at me once...\"\n\n\"Sorry about that. Can I help?\" Kathlin said apologetically from above them; as the girl crouched down to inspect the tangled mess of Draenei plus Night Elf. \"Miss?\" (to Vashi) \"would you mind getting up please?\"\n\n\"Oh, and hello there dearie! Welcome to my shop! ... \"\n\nLiaena was gazing around the holy sanctum Sharon had dumped them into with coveting eyes, before coming back to earth briefly to realise she was actually being addressed. \"…Hi\"\n\n\"I am telling you now, Dal'Dieb, from now on, I'm doubling your rent if you want to keep this emergency, and I emphasize, EMERGENCY teleportation circle!\"\n\n\"No no, this was an emergency!\" Liaena interjected. Catching Gimpsy's attention, the girl gestured to the empty space where there should have been a bag at her side. \"I found myself without any potions, alchemic powders or explosives! And there was only one place I trusted to have the finest quality to restock all of them. You can help me, can't you?\"\n\nLiaena clasped her hands together as she gave the gnome her very best puppy-dog-eyes and cutesie smile, before pointing at Sharon as an afterthought. \"It'll go on his bill\"\n\n\"Hm. You have definitely dislocated a shoulder there…\" Kathlin murmured as she prodded Mei's shoulder lightly, feeling under her shoulder pad. \"….with some torn ligaments. I can fix it, but I need to get the bone back into place. Which will hurt. Li?\"\n\n\"Yes, I'll have two packets of the rotwood powder –\" Liaena was animatedly following Gimpsy around, rattling off alchemic buzzwords with her. Now however, she appeared with a flash next to the small group with Mei on the floor. \"—what?\"\n\n\"Could you ask for a numbing potion please\"\nKathlin said blandly, to which Liaena frowned back at her. \"Why? Just pop it back into place\"\n\"I could….\" The girl sighed. \"…or I could take advantage of the fact we are literally in a laboratory. Numbing potion please\"\n\"Okay, but you're a mollycoddler\"\n\n-Zoom-\n\nGiving the empty space where her companion had moments ago stood a long-suffering look, Kathlin turned back to look at Mei. \"This won't take a moment….just, don't move for now\"",
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"text": "\"It's... not my first dodgy ride through a portal.\" Vashi answered after a short pause, before suddenly hearing Kathlin's voice.\n\"Oh, sorry!\"\n\nWithout delay, the Night Elven mage sprung up to her feet and got off the battered and bruised Draenei! It was not until she had turned around and looked down at Mei that she finally realized just how beat up the Draenei berserker actually was! Whilst the portal journey had only felt mildly uncomfortable for Vashi, it now became obvious why, as the Draenei had clearly taken most of the brunt herself.\n\n\"Typical of Mages to surround their portals with hard stone walls.\"\n\nVashi thought to herself, a bit annoyed and concerned at the same time, as she looked about the room.\n\nThe room...\n\nIt wasn't until now that she fully realized what sort of place they were in, and it was... odd! It was hard for her to even describe what she was seeing as her silvery eyes darted across the dimly lit basement storage/cellar/summoning room. Certain parts of the room looked like it was part of some Gnomish & Dwarven heavy industrial workshop, with cogs, rods and strange contraptions scattered all over the place! \nA heavy industrial workshop that had somehow crashed with an alchemical laboratory to create a chemical catastrophy. And that in addition to the chaos, someone had used the aftermath of the collision as a makeshift library, with scrolls and books strewn haphazardly about the place between bizarre machinery and smoking alchemical stills! \n\n\"I don't think this place is safe... \" Vashi muttered to herself as she observed their surroundings, but mostly the plethora of innumerable safety regulation transgressions. \n\nClearly this abominable workshop was the place all sorts of work environment and health concerns went to die!\n\n\"This won't take a moment….just, don't move for now\"\n\nVashi eventually noticed the little human girl named Kathlin as she crouched down to start working on Mei's wounded shoulder and body. Almost immediately, Vashi could sense Mei's warrior pride & badass side flare to life! However, before Mei had the chance to get up and try to fix her own shoulder, Vashi had already intervened!\n\n\"Yes, it probably is best if we leave it to the medical professionals.\" Vashi was quick to comment as she knelt down next to Kathlin and carefully placed a reassuring hand on Mei's other shoulder, whilst giving the Draenei a smile.\n\"Let the girl do her work. I'm sure she knows what she is doing.\"",
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] | "It'll go on his bill"
Under normal circumstances, the aforementioned sentence would have made the High Elf cringe, or at least wince a little bit!
However, by now, the part of Sharon's mind that concerned itself with financial means had long gone into a state of severe apathy, having seen his once glorious mansion ravaged. First there had been Liaena's little lab, a minor nuisance with only a small chance of blowing up the mansion. Then it had been invaded by a band of barbaric, no-good Night Elves, only to be finally toppled by two giantesses deciding to play out the year's greatest smackdown right on top of his house!
"Sure sure, I'll pay... " Sharon more mumbled than answered as he gave an acknowledging wave of his hand in the general direction of Liaena and Gimpsy behind him, even though by then, Liaena had already zoomed off with Gimpsy through the shop.
"Numbing potion please"
"Numbing potion. That would be another 4 gold... "
"I got this." Sharon suddenly answered as he turned towards the two girls surrounding the fallen Draenei warrioress. Walking up to them, Sharon muttered a few words of enchantment before he placed his palm on Mei's head. With an instant, Mei could feel an overwhelming sense of drowsiness and lethargy fall over her, as if her body was all of a sudden ready to go to sleep, which only grew more pertinent by the second!
Turning to look to Kathlin, Sharon motioned towards Mei.
"With someone as sturdy as her, I give you few minutes max before she wakes up, so work fast."
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"Your timing is PERFECT! We just got a new stock yesterday, and I have been working on a new line of products that I intend to launch in th following days! However, I've decided to give you a sneak peak at just some of the models!" Gimpsy spoke fast and sharp, her mouth constantly going as her little legs moved between a fast jog and sprint as she went through the shop with Liaena, picking out ingredients and utensils for Liaena before the black haired girl even would have a chance to mention their full names.
Which was an impressive feat in itself, given the haste spell still in effect on Liaena.
"On that shelf over there, you see the S.F.S, or Solid-Form-Solution," Gimpsy said as she pointed at one of the shelves above her at a strange, box like copper device with a strange set of tubing on top of it.
"Tired of having your potions stuck in liquid form? Simply add them to that device and it'll spray a proper potion and its effects across a 10ft radius!"
Gimpsy said, offhandly grabbing another box of vials and shoving them into Liaena's arms as the Gnome suddenly got a thoughtful look on her face.
"I've also been working on a device I call the Rock-It-Pack," She muttered, pointing at another metal backpack shaped device with two downwards thrusters sitting on another set of shelves a little further away.
"But I still haven't solved the problem of Gluteus Incineratus that tends to happen during its use, mostly involving the operator scorching his backside." | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "Mei pretty much realized she was not in the greatest of conditions right now. Her body had taken quite the impact from first the magic shield they put around the other end of the portal and then from the impact on the stone wall. The dislocated shoulder was her least of worries and she was about to put it back in place by herself when the human girl decided to help her. She didn't need any numbing potions with this, but Vashi smartly intervened to stop her from acting on her own with fixing her dislocated bones.\n\n \"Fine... I will leave it to those who have better training in the medicine arts than myself...\" Mei barely stated when she was hit by the sleeping spell from Sharon. Now that was not something she enjoyed very much. Her whole mind was as if suddenly swallowed by a dark abyss, her body started to feel increasingly tired by the moment until she could barely keep her eyelids open anymore. She had to give it to the mage that his sleeping spells were pretty darn good if nothing else. \n\n What was also a fact though was Meirie's incredible willpower and pure damned stubborness. She hang to the last threads of consciousness of hers as the spell was trying to put her to sleep. Her eyes were almost close, but she was still partially awake to a point at least. She could barely gather information about her surroundings as her sight was blurred and her mind was mostly preoccupied with keeping awake.'I ...wa...nt... to... st...a...y... a..wa..k.... … … .. e.' She thought, her left arm slightly moving with struggles to reach Vashi. \n\n \"I... noooo s....lee...p....y... \"She managed to let out a low moan. It was going to take a little bit more before she starts to snap out of it, but she was hanging on. Warriors of great willpower could resist sleeping spells in some cases multiple stacked on them, but her condition wasn't great with all the abuse her body took today and right now all the wounds.\n\n \"Clo...se.. portal...\" Was the sentence that she did finally managed to say mostly comfortably understandable. Portals could be traced and she didn't want that. At least though the giant ones couldn't pass through the small portals.",
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"text": "\"Don't worry. It's closed\" Kathlin said reassuringly as the Draenei's eyes drooped into sleep. \"You can tell by the way this shop isn't on fire\"\n\nWaiting a few seconds for Mei to be fully unconscious, the girl placed a hand around the top of the draenei's left shoulder, and the other on her collar bone, before shoving the shoulder back into its ball joint. There was an audible grinding noise in this, followed by a 'clunk'. \n\n\"That is going to sting when she wakes up\" Kathlin turned to Vashi who had been hovering beside her, to remark as such in a confidential tone. \"She really shouldn't be swinging a sword for at least a couple of days. She's not going to listen to me. She might to you?\"\n\n\"Hm…no thanks\" Liaena said, after eying the jet pack speculatively for a moment. \"The solid form solution though…does it work on gases?\"\n\n\"Mostly. It makes it into a jelly!\"\n\n\"Uhuh, and what's the boiling point of the solution?\"\n\n\"Wha…ah, an excellent point, an excellent point!\" Gimpsy said gleefully as she continued to sort through bottles and tins. \"The answer is, tests are still ongoing – but if you'd like to leave feedback, I could maybe give you a retroactive…\"\n\nThe gnome turned around at this point, to eye up Liaena speculatively. \"…two point five percent discount\"\n\n\"ten percent\" Liaena said, more to keep up appearances than anything else. The girl was keeping at least half an eye on Sharon at all times, meaning she was not paying full attention to the gnome. The High Elf looked completely miserable, and it wasn't hard to understand why. Given the circumstances, 'I told you so's' about their acceptance of the Night Elf horde, could probably wait until later. \n\n\"Phssh….five percent\"\n\n\"Fine\"\n\nHopefully at any rate, Sherpa's agents would be too preoccupied banking as much as they could out of this political and financial victory, to be too urgently attempting to murder the whole lot of them. \n\n\"Okay I'll take two of the SFS…plus some of the transmogrify, a shrinking elixir and the standard alchemic suite\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Oh, and for the transmogrify…do you have any subject samples?\" Liaena enquired as an afterthought as the gnome was about to bustle off. \"For a human, or a high elf would do\"\n\n\"It's not part of the standard purchase but I will…check\" Gimpsy muttered, before heading into the back. \n\n\"We need to have you looking much less distinctive\" Liaena said quietly as she headed back to the morose High Elf. \"Guaranteeably the watch will be after you for questioning. At least.\"\n\"That also goes for you, Li\" Kathlin remarked offhandedly as she wound a bandage around Malizia's shoulder. \"I can see the newspapers tomorrow. Psychotic priestess blows up boyfriend's manor. Assumed crazed gesture of affection\"\n\n\"It has been a while since I made the front page\" Liaena agreed in a thoughtful tone, before switching her attention back to Sharon. \"Regardless, my point still stands\"",
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"text": "\"You're probably right... \" Vashi murmured as she eyed Mei with a look of concern, before she produced a small rag from her bag as she cast a light frost spell on it. Holding it over Mei, she gently placed it over her targeted shoulder. \n\nThe cold should presumable help ease any discomfort and help with recovery, and probably make her wake up sooner, following the logic of the age old tradition of showering someone fast asleep with an ice cold bucket.\n\n\"Mistress made me do that one too many times... at least she saw some use with my magic.\"\n\nHowever, as much as she wanted to stick around Mei, there was also the fact that they were currently in a highly dangerous workshop that could only be described as an alchemical tinderbox that threatened to blow up without a warning at any moment!\n\nIt was time to find the complaint department...\n\n\"Miss Gnome, I must have a word with you!\" Vashi finally got to her feet, her trinkets and baubles clattering about as she turned around to track down the group.\n\nHowever, before she could find that abject Gimpsy, she would overhear the conversation between Liaena and Sharon.\n\nPausing, Vashi's eyes suddenly darted between Mei, Liaena, and Sharon, only to rest at the black haired girl. With a ponderous look passing over her face for a moment, she suddenly raised a smile at Liaena as she curled a pair of fingers through her turquoise blue hair suggestively.\n\n\"I... may have a subject sample.\" Vashi added with a surprisingly casual tone, her eyes innocently drifting off to the side as she spoke towards Liaena.\n\n*\n\n\"Grrrrrr.... \"\n\n\"Oh, for the last time, I've told you time and time again, the kitchen is off limits!\" Miss Collinz tone could suddenly be heard across the devastated kitchen as the elderly woman stepped into it, carrying a heavy iron cauldron filled with boiling stew as she gave the giant, purple face of Serphia currently wedged in the room a stern look.\n\"Look at this mess! Half the kitchen is gone! How will I ever complete the evening desserts?!\"\n\n\"Wha... \"\n\n*BOP*\n\nHaving just put down the cauldron, Miss Collinz gave Serphia's huge face a bop on the nose with her ladle. Two huge, silvery eyes blinked in perplexing down at the small human. Had this weak, little & minuscule humie just attacked her with a kitchen utensil?!\n\n...\n\n\"Well, she does make quite good food.\"\n\nA brief, inner dialogue suddenly occurred within Serphia's mind as she considered the recent offense. However, she decided to let it slide. The human DID have her uses. And she was quite good at them to booth!\n\n\"My apologies, Master of the Kitchen. I am currently saving this mansion.\" Serphia apologized, a heavy tone of hesitation in her voice, which was as close to a genuine excuse as a human could ever expect from the currently oversized, giant Captain.\n\"However, if you ever need a reference in the future, you can add me! I commend you on your wor,- \"\n\n\"And here comes the ROUNDHOUSE KI,-\"\n\n\" ... sorry, I need to take this!\"\n\nAnd as Malizia's booming voice could be heard throughout the house, the giant Serphia would throw herself back out of the house and spin around, narrowly deflecting a roundhouse kick from Malizia's hoof that disintegrated at least two guest rooms in Sharon's mansion, before the Captain kicked horizontally at Malizia's remaining foot, swiping it out from beneath her as the giant demoness came crashing down with a loud bang!\n\n\"It's round two, bitch!\" Serphia sneered as she threw herself at her fallen foe!",
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] | "I think we both might do well with a low profile." The High Elf said with a thoughtful tone as he eyed them.
"The Mage District is in so much chaos that nothing short of an invasion could have make it any worse. Whilst we are probably going have to deal with the civil aspect of this mess at one point, right now I do not have any plans of explaining myself." Sharon nodded, suddenly getting an idea.
"And Friedrick could probably forge an alibi for me that I was on vacation when it happened, starting yesterday. As for who'll catch the blame well... "
Sharon chuckled for a moment.
"There just so happens to be a building sized giant demon currently running loose in the Mage District. Putting the blame on her should be relatively easy. I don't think she'll be testifying in any court any time soon. Though it might be more difficult to excuse the Captain... "
Whilst Sharon was pondering on what to do with the Captain, they were suddenly approached by Vashi. Sharon eyed the Night Elven magi and the way she toyed with her hair, but a hesitation fell upon the High Elf's face.
"I don't think neither a Night Elf or a Draenei would be that low key at the moment... especially considering that there was a giant Night Elf and giant Draenei just duking it out over in my back yard."
Raising an eye and a smile at Liaena, he nodded at her.
"Any disguise might work for you if we simply fix the story that you got blown up in a blast. I don't think it'd be hard to sell."
Pausing, Sharon took a moment and considered the options.
Magic was dangerous to use. Both the local guard & Sherpa's men were no strangers to the ways of magic, whether it be to disguise himself or teleport. It was possible, but would be risky.
If Rithrynn was here, going completely off the radar would probably be very easy. Although it would have been a method he'd not be too fond of, and he doubted Liaena would like it any more than he would. Then, of course, was the very fact that Rithrynn was in a very difficult place to reach right now, rendering said option even more problematic!
There was also the option of the transmogrify potion, but who to pose as?
"I'm open for suggestions... as long as they are above average level of attractiveness." Sharon eventually conceded, doubting that Liaena would accept a simple glasses and mustachio costume.
"Ohhh, are you SURE you don't want to buy one of my random bags of goodies?! 10 random potions for just one third of the price! Some of my sis Mipsy's leftovers!" Gimpsy's voice suddenly sounded throughout the workshop, closely followed by a tremendous crash from behind the shop as it sounded as if the gnome had just initiated an avalanche of junk in the storage room! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "There was an obvious stall from the High Elf as the idea of turning themselves into mice began to proliferate through the room.\n\n\"Erheemmm... \" Sharon uttered as he visibly pulled in one of the lower edges of his cape whilst gazing back at Kathlin and Liaena, as he looked about at them. There was no attempt at a poker face from the High Elf as he most certainly did not seem enthusiastic about the whole prospect.\n\n\"What is wrong with a good old invisibility spell now again? Not to mention I really can't cast spells as a mice, so if we were to suddenly need an impromptu fireball... \"\n\n\"Plus, I don't think I'm quite ready for the furry parade just yet!\"\n\n\" ... are you guys married already?\"\n\nThe lower cheek of Sharon's face visibly contracted in discomfort when he heard the voice of Vashi, as he subtly raised one eye to stare at the Night Elf mage.\n\n\"This conversation is getting out of hand! I pray to the light, please, send help!\"\n\nSharon gritted his teeth as he prepared himself to answer Vashi, when suddenly a distant scream made him raise a brow in surprise and look up towards the roof. Just in time, as soon a heavy crash could be heard from the floor above, before suddenly the roof above their heads cracked and broke as a two purple bodies would fall through the roof and into the shop!\n\n\"It's the SKY ELVES! MY THEORY WAS CORRECT! AAHHH, THEY HAVE COME TO KIDNAP ME!\" Gimpsy's terrified voice would suddenly be heard across the shop as the little gnome immediately threw herself into the nearest cover.\n\nSharon, however, was not as surprised, as he looked down at a pair of dusty, disheveled Serphia and Aleena as they lay on the ground, having successfully wrecked one fifth of the workshop in their entry, and groaning on the floor.\n\nNonetheless, he could not help but let out a slight sigh of relief.\n\n\"No, unfortunately I think you need to question the validity of the empirical material.\" Sharon added as an aftertthought to Gimpsy's earlier proclamation, as he motioned towards the two fallen women.\n\n\"It's just Night Elves... \"",
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"text": "\"Best place to hide a tree is in a forest. The same with books, if you need a book hidden hide it in a library. In this case you need a person hidden, just hide it among other people. We are in human territory after all, a few humans here and there won't attract that much attention as you think. Travelers go between cities and villages all the time, people travel from place to place for days off, some return to their villages of birth, some go away from the capital to simply search their luck or to escape the busy life at the city.\" The draenei explained to Vashi why hidding as humans were the best idea.\n\n For some reason her cute little night elf was very interested in Sharon's and Li's relationship status. Not that it wasn't interesting, but now probably was not the time to ask those questions. Then again when it came to night elves, the time and place to do stuff didn't matter as they by origin didn't consider those things. When it came to nelfies it was always whatever whenever sort of behavior, but in Vashi's case it made her look just that much more adorable!\n\n \"Wait.. what is this sound?\" Meirie asked, noticing a certain distant screams that were getting stronger and stronger. Then the impact happened and moments later two lumps of flesh crashed down. Well night elves, whatever whenever... point proven!\n \n It was at that moment that the draenei berserker recognized the night elves.\" QUICK! HIDE THE DAMAGE ON THE BUILDING WITH MAGICAL ILLUSIONS!\" She shouted towards Vashi and Sharon as knew that Malizia wouldn't simply leave her pray escape easily.\" Hurry, before we have a giant uninvitited guest of the fel variety!\" She stated, slowly attempting to get up on her legs in case a fight was about to break out. If the mages hid the damages, the demon wouldn't have a way to actually discern which was the place that the night elves crashed, effectively protecting them from the demon's actions.",
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"text": "\"Are you guys married already?\"\n\nLiaena stalled in her tracks, before rotating to give the innocent looking Vashi a very, very cold look. The Night Elf seemed to be oblivious to the nasty edge the tone of the room had taken, as the girl cultivated her biting response. \"N…\"\n\n\"Not yet\" \nKathlin remarked amenably, apparently utterly unaware of the glower that had immediately switched focus. It certainly seemed to satisfy Vashi though, who was looking unreasonably optimistic with her chances to be wedding planner considering how deeply unenthused the most relevant part of her audience looked. \"Oooh then…would it be soon? In the next two weeks, maybe?\"\n\n\"I need to get some better friends\"\n-CRASH-\n\nLike Sharon, Liaena's initial feeling from the extremely rude interruption was relief as the two Night Elves crashed through the ceiling. Not the most common reaction from the girl when dealing with Serphia, although it was not entirely unheard of. More commonly it was related to the Captain helpfully killing whatever gribbly had been threatening them, saving her from an awkward conversation was probably a first. Still, she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. \n\n\"Yes, do that!\"\n\nThe girl cried out, glancing at Malizia in acknowledgement at her words as she also stared at the big hole in the ceiling. Kathlin meanwhile, was making quiet noises of protest as she helped the Draenei to her feet…an unachievable feat for her if she was not also receiving the assistance of Vashi. \"I don't suppose you could not get up? Okay. You're getting up, I get that but can we negotiate on sword swinging?\"\n\n\"Where is the demon? Is she still Cathedral sized!?\" Liaena demanded as she glanced at the two Night Elves that had just made a rapid entrance. The girl sized up Serphia, looking her up and down to take in all of her battle scrapes and scars. \"I'd hope you managed to make her hurt for this, at least\"",
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"text": "\"Where is the demon? Is she still Cathedral sized!?\"\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\"I'd hope you managed to make her hurt for this, at least\"\n\nA low but deep groan disguised as a growl emanated from Serphia, as slowly but surely, the Captain started to move again after her recent painful but still so very epic entrance!\n\nOpening one silvery eye to discover the source of the incessant questions, Serphia would zero in on the small, black haired human girl standing over her and looking down at her, not with so much concern for her well being than a dose of curiosity mixed with annoyance at the situation.\n\n\"I would have... \" Serphia growled in a deep voice as she sat up, a layer of dust falling from her person as she did so.\n\n\"Mistress, you are okay! I'm so glad to see,-\"\n\n\" ... if not for a certain half-rate useless potion that stopped working the moment before I could execute my finishing combo... !\"\n\nAnd with those words, Serphia's eyes eyes trailed across the room to land on Vashi, the turqoise haired Night Elven mage stopping right in her tracks; before shrinking away behind Mei as if hoping to vanish from Serphia's piercing gaze.\n\n*Cough* \n*Wheeze*\n\"Mish-mistress.... I can't... breaaaathe... !\"\n\nSuddenly sounded the painful voice of Sentinel Aleena, coming from below Serphia. Fortunately for Vashi, it was at that moment Serphia would take her attention away from her to notice the unfortunate Aleena whom had inadvertently been turned in a collision cushion for the large Captain during the fall, and currently trapped under the Captain's own large and well trained rear!\n\n\"Thank you, Aleena. At least you covered for me!\" Serphia said with a dangerous voice, eyeing no one in particular though meaning otherwise as she got off Aleena who let out a desperate gasp for air as she rolled over.\n\nStanding up, Serphia couldn't help but feel a sense of nakedness. \n\nThis was not so much because of the fact that the Captain was still completely naked after her scuffle with Malizia, sans armor or clothes. However, it was more related to the fact that as she reached some itchy fingers down to her waist, she could not feel her sabers nor daggers, not even her plated gauntlets with some lustrous \"pain-ridges\" cut into the forward fist area. Although her trained fist and legs could be considered weapons in their own right, the Captain felt nonetheless uncomfortable not having one of her favored tools of murder within arm's reach!\n\n\"I need some wargear! ... GNOME!\" Serphia suddenly pointed at Gimpsy.\n\"In the absence of some proper gear, you have just been elected for the rare honor of equipping a proud warrior of the Keldorei! Bring me your best equipment! As the goddess as my witness, I am on a righteous quest of vengeance!\"\n\n...\n\n\" ... and you can put the tab on the High Elf.\"",
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] | "It should take but a moment." Sharon explained with a confident smile in response to Mei's concern as the High Elf turned to point his staff at the roof, channeling an illusion enchantment across the roof to make it look intact. A slight shimmer would appear above their heads in the roof as the magical light started to take the shape of a perfect image of a fully-in-tact roof.
As long as no one had the ability to detect magic or was unfortunate enough to step on the illusion, it should be virtually undetectable to the human, even elven eye.
The whole performance was done with a great degree of calm by Sharon. The fact that they were on the run from a massive, gigantic demon; the fact that two Night Elves had just come crashing through the roof without warning; or the fact that there was currently a completely naked 8ft tall Amazonian lady standing in the shop, did not seem to phase him much. It was not so much only his experience with Liaena's shenanigans or Rithrynn's warband that had made him inured to the zany events around him, as he liked to contribute much of that mental resilience to his general centuries of life and extravagant lifestyle.
However, the High Elf's seeming calm would be broken when he suddenly heard Serphia slam down the bill on his tab!
" ... and you can put the tab on the High Elf!"
"Now hold on a second!" Sharon abruptly proclaimed as he turned around to glare at Serphia with his azure blue eyes, ignoring the dollar signs that just appeared in Gimpsy's eyes, whilst still pointing his staff as he continued to channel the illusion spell offhandly.
"I am not going to cover for your tab at every occasion, my dear 'mistress'! I am not your personal sponsor! If you couldn't even defeat that demon; which by the way is hardly one third cathedral size, so don't pat yourself on the back quite so much; while your ass was large enough to sink an orcish warship, I hardly believe any amount of wargear is going to give you a fighting chance against your nemesis!"
Sharon was quick to call out. However, this was also the time when the rational part of his brain just kicked in, and the High Elf leaned backwards as he suddenly became the center of focus of the Captain's glare!
" ... maybe I should have just paid the bill."
Sharon privately thought to himself, secretly cursing his sudden outburst. However, in order to avert disaster, he later added.
"I know both me and Liaena are in the room with you, but we are all on the run. Surely you could just have your lieutenant requisition some new gear, or send your warband out... they seem to have a natural aptitude for pillaging and raiding the property of others."
Sharon said with a much more calm voice, secretly trying to look away from the Captain, whilst hoping the name dropping and mention of lieutenant would serve as an incentivizer for Rithrynn, perhaps even Falere, to "calm" their Captain before Sharon would suddenly fly out the nearest window! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "There was a mixture of both relief and guilt that washed over the High Elf when Rithrynn took the bait, and Serphia's ire slowly drifted away, overtaken by more sensual matters...\n\n\"At this point, I have no idea if we'll even be able to get Rithrynn out the situation she's gotten herself in.\" \n\nSharon thought to himself as he cast a glance towards the Captain's large, curvacious butt that was threatening to destroy the crate below it at any moment. That was, before he rolled his eyes over to Liaena.\n\n\" ... or rather, the situation you got her into.\"\n\nThe High Elf didn't speak or say anything. However, his eyes were nonetheless in a clear frown as he eyed the girl, making the message behind his expression quite obvious.\n\n\"I won't be ordered around by a long-eared blueberry!\" Gimpsy squeaked as she folded her arms defiantly, before straightening herself up to stand at the (relatively) more imposing height of three feet! However, given the Captain's critical state of undress, and Gimpsy's point of view, the Gnome had gotten a front seat view to all of the Captain's shenanigans ever since she arrived, and it was obvious in the way she squinted her eyes!\n\"But I'll give you some stuff for free if it just means you would PLEASE dress up like a normal, non-elf person!\"\n\nGimpsy conceded as she closed one eye and pointed at a nearby shelf of used adventuring equipment, labeled \"SALE\", \"SALE\" and \"SALE\" all over.\n\n\"You don't have any of those old mana crystals I sold you a couple of months ago still lying around, do you?\" He asked as he turned to look towards Gimpsy. Yet he did not have time to wait for the Gnome's response before he suddenly heard a very alarming sentence snapped out from Serphia!\n\n\" ... what's that about a love potion I keep hearing about?!\" \n\n\"Uh-oh.\"\n\nChoosing to stay quiet, Sharon turned to give Liaena a look from behind Serphia, a look that said less so \"Are you going to be alright with this?\", and more something along the lines of; \"Are you going to be able to avert a possible diplomatic catastrophe of the century?\"!",
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"text": "\"The usual things someone tends to pick up over the years of fighting demonic invasions...\" Mei replied with a frown.\" A few enchanted swords... some cursed ones, some different pieces and sets of armor. Mostly interesting ones I've found over the years. Still the majority of my... collection's in the Exodar vaults, here in Stormwind, I only have very few items, but ones that should be enough...\" The draenei explained.\" There are some enchanted armor pieces among the 3 armor sets and also about 4 different enchanted swords... Now that I think about it, I should have sold one last month when I was in debt... Ohh well...\"\n\n \"Nothing much, Captain Serphia.\" Mei stated as she leaned on a wall nearby.\" You just got kind of hit by one earlier... and the giant demon currently rampaging outside also did with another.\" The draenei added with a shrug of her shoulders as she looked at the adventuring gear that the gnome offered for the night elf for free.\n\n \"Well in theory we can leave the local authorities to deal with the demon now... She's after all a danger to society so the guards, army, magicians and everyone else able and paid to will be figthing her before long. We CAN just lay low for a few hours until it's done with, but I don't want to do that. What we need to do is pull Malizia AWAY from the city. As long as we get her outside the walls and preferably far enough to use explosions and other things of destructive nature, we can deal with her properly.\"\n\n \"Problem will be how to get her outside the walls...\"",
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"text": "\"What's this about a Love Potion I keep hearing about!?\"\n\n\"Just an accidental advantage, Captain\" Liaena responded easily with only a moment's hesitation. \n\nThe two apprentice priestess's exchanged a glance, communicating the stares of 'you suck' and 'bite me' instantly and silently. It will be left to the reader to determine which girl was responsible for which. \n\n\"You see, that demon is infatuated with my friend here\" Liaena pointed at Kathlin, who had by this point adopted a resigned expression as Serphia's gaze bore down on her. \"As it stands, it will make trying to locate her a high priority – which gives the option of luring it into a location of your choosing. For…your ultimate victory, no doubt\"\n\n\"We should get her out of the city at least.\" Kathlin finally spoke up at this point to nod at the Draenei. \"Mei is right about that. She's going to cause chaos until the paladins can get to her, and I don't think they were ready to mobilise for such a…instantaneous invasion.\"\n\nThe girl turned to look at Serphia. \"The Cathedral won't lend you any sanctified weapons, sorry. They only allow those they deem worthy to carry them….and I doubt you'll make the cut, I'm afraid\"\n\nAn ominous silence fell for a moment as the Captain eyes turned a shade further crimson, before the girl continued. \"But, I can bless your weapon. It's not anywhere near the same as a truly pure blade and it'll eventually wear off….but it should make it more effective against undead and demons in the short term\"\n\n...\n\n\"I think.\"",
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"text": "\"Your blasphemous magic shall not touch the venerated steel of the Keldorei!\"\n\nSerphia was quick to claim with a loud voice, leveling a dangerous finger to point it directly at Kathlin!\n\nBut it only took a moment for the Captain to forget her righteous fury and remember that she was in fact standing in front of them butt naked, sans any noble Keldorei weapon. And the shop in question housing quite the wide diaspora of different items that could theoretically be turned into weapons of violence and murder.\n\nSuddenly placing her hands on her hips and visibly looking away and to the side, breaking eye contact with Kathlin for a moment, the Captain would then add;\n\n\"Buuuut I can make a compromise if it simply human or gnomish steel that you choose to defile.\" Serphia said, as the towering Night Elven warrioress eyed a long, 10ft tall old pike lying in the corner of the shop with murderous ingenuity. \n\nIn Serphia's mind, countless thoughts of death and murder were playing themselves out in her mental murder arena, as they usually did when she was not eating or enjoying the \"compansionship\" of an unfortunate sentinel. She did not care much for any collateral damage the giant demoness might cause. After all, no self-respecting Night Elf would ever willingly choose to live in this ape city, beyond a brief vacation! However, if they did manage to get the demoness out of the city, it would at least mean there'd be less dumb monkeys getting in their way!\n\n\"Very well!\" Serphia then concluded, her authoritarian demeanor suddenly kicking back in as she looked across the rest of the group as Sentinel Aleena positioned herself carefully to her Captain's side.\n\"It is settled then! We will use this brave little humie to lure our foolish, love-stricken enemy out of the city's borders to defeat her there!\" \n\nSerphia said as she pointed down at Kathlin, before her Finger of Command suddenly switched to Liaena.\n\n\"You will make sure that our lure is not outrun and snatched up by her pursuer before they have left the city, as currently, our pursuer has a greater than a hundred times our bait's leg span and I will not put my inevitable and glorious triumph in the balance by having you try to outrun a giant demon on your own! As for you two... \"\n\nSerphia's eyes turned then to Sharon and Vashi, narrowing down on the two magi.\n\n\"You will suppress the demon, hold it down and prevent her escape once we have sprung the trap - and to finally aid in my glorious kill on the wretched fiend!\"\n\n\"Yes, mistress!\" Vashi was quick to get into her instinctive salute pose as the Captain commanded her, before she suddenly threw an asking look at Mei as if the Night Elven Magi had suddenly just remembered something!\n\n...\n\n\"And you... \" There was an awkward pause as Serphia turned to look towards Mei, realizing that she was actually standing in the room too. Pausing for a moment, Serphia would scratch her chin before she asked a ponderous question at Mei.\n\n\" ... and what could you do? ... \"",
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] | Sharon did raise a visible eyebrow at the situation.
He was not unfamiliar with military situations. However, the very nature of this situation was not quite what he could describe as normal either!
Being currently commanded by a 8ft tall amazonian warrior queen(who was at the same time completely naked no less!) to go after a giant demon that was threatening the city of Stormwind was quite original in itself! He only wished he could have been more surprised, as the whole thing did remind him a little bit about one of his old parties...
"Then again, that wasn't quite as real as this!"
At least, to her credit, the Captain's plan wasn't too outlandish. At least if one could ignore the last part about the Captain supposedly defeating the demoness herself.
Contemplating whether he should give helpful criticism or not, the High Elf eventually concluded however that it would be better to simply ask for forgiveness than permission with the Captain around. Judging by Vashi and Aleena, the High Elf got the odd impression that Serphia was not very used to being talked back to.
While Serphia had finally turned to question Mei's usefulness, the High Elf sensing the obvious incipient rivalry between the two equally oversized women, Sharon would take a step towards Kathlin and Liaena, placing a hand on each of their shoulders as he looked at them.
"If you two are comfortable with the Captain's plan... " He began, before he looked at Kathlin.
"I should mention that you are by no means required to do this. The fault of there being a church sized demon in one of the city's most peaceful districts right now is more that of mine and Liaena's."
Sharon clarified, not really wanting to send an innocent Kathlin to be potential demon chow... or worse, a demon love toy!
"If you have any doubts or reservations, I could give the demon another dose of the love potion and be the bait instead." | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "Sharon did raise a visible eyebrow at the situation.\n\nHe was not unfamiliar with military situations. However, the very nature of this situation was not quite what he could describe as normal either!\n\nBeing currently commanded by a 8ft tall amazonian warrior queen(who was at the same time completely naked no less!) to go after a giant demon that was threatening the city of Stormwind was quite original in itself! He only wished he could have been more surprised, as the whole thing did remind him a little bit about one of his old parties...\n\n\"Then again, that wasn't quite as real as this!\"\n\nAt least, to her credit, the Captain's plan wasn't too outlandish. At least if one could ignore the last part about the Captain supposedly defeating the demoness herself.\n\nContemplating whether he should give helpful criticism or not, the High Elf eventually concluded however that it would be better to simply ask for forgiveness than permission with the Captain around. Judging by Vashi and Aleena, the High Elf got the odd impression that Serphia was not very used to being talked back to. \n\nWhile Serphia had finally turned to question Mei's usefulness, the High Elf sensing the obvious incipient rivalry between the two equally oversized women, Sharon would take a step towards Kathlin and Liaena, placing a hand on each of their shoulders as he looked at them.\n\n\"If you two are comfortable with the Captain's plan... \" He began, before he looked at Kathlin.\n\"I should mention that you are by no means required to do this. The fault of there being a church sized demon in one of the city's most peaceful districts right now is more that of mine and Liaena's.\"\n\nSharon clarified, not really wanting to send an innocent Kathlin to be potential demon chow... or worse, a demon love toy!\n\n\"If you have any doubts or reservations, I could give the demon another dose of the love potion and be the bait instead.\"",
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"text": "'Truly all brawl no brain...' Was Mei's thoughts when it came to the night elf captain. She had seen decent kaldorei in the past, but sadly this one was simply way out of whack. For better or worse the standards when it came to commanders were different from race to race. The night elves really needed more people like Malfurion Stormrage and Tyrande Whisperwind. Because of most of their leaders in the future turned out like Serphia here, well.. nelfies would be as good as extinct.\n\n 'Point proven.' Then thought when she heard the captain's plan. 2 mages to hold down a giant demon? It WAS possible, but she doubted at the present situation out of nowhere without any preparation. That coupled with the fact Mali was a former deathknight a pretty good one at that before her demonic boosts, meant she'd be pretty hard to restrain. \n\n \"Hmm... obviously more than you can.\" Was Mei's final statement about her usefulness.\" I've fought more demons her size than you've probably even seen... Captain.\" With that said, she stretched her arms.\n\n \"When you go for the hold on Malizia later, aim NOT for her arms and legs. No way just the two of you can mold magic strong enough to hold her limbs in place without long preparation.\" Mei said and turned to Sharon and Vashi.\" While she's standing her raw strength will overpower any direct restraints. Aim to disturb her balance first. Impact type magic on her head and earth shift/slide on the ground she's standing. Only after she's laying on the ground would your magic have any chance to hold her and not for long if I may add.\"\n\n \"Anyhow once I'm properly armed, I can make sure she won't be able to stand. I know where to strike to get critical results on Eredars.\" Mei added.",
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"text": "\"Er….\" Kathlin began as she looked up at the High Elf. \"….No, that's alright Mister Dal'dieb. I think letting you do that would be a violation of my Hippocratic oath\"\n\n\"Besides, it wouldn't work.\" Liaena sniffed from his other side. \"Firstly, I doubt this shop sells anything strong enough that could overrule my potion. And secondly, we would somehow need to point it in your direction when it's big enough to literally survey the entire city\"\n\nThe girl peered up at Sharon, looking obviously disgruntled with his remark. \"Also, how are you responsible for that thing running around? You can split blame between Sharon and….whoever blew up my satchel earlier\"\n\n\"Was that a 'yes' to my blessing a weapon?\" Kathlin enquired as she stepped towards the pike Serphia had been eying up – what it was doing in a potions and engineers store was up for debate, but irrespective of that there it was. She leaned over to gingerly pick up the weapon to hold it at completely the wrong angle before giving the room a self-conscious look.\n \n\"Well. I've never actually, er, done this before….so please, er, bear with me\"\n\nWith that, the girl closed her eyes and cleared her throat, before beginning to sing in a soft melodic tone, in what appeared to be latin. While there were no extravagant movements or gestures it was evident that whatever she was doing had power in it, as a faint and slowly strengthening glow appeared around her and coalescing on the weapon blade. \n\n\"Once she's done with that, I'll take her and get us into demon-bait mode\" Liaena remarked off-handedly. \"The Gryphon master owes me a….\"\n\nThe girl paused at this, as though trying to determine exactly what adjective she should use before settling on the most socially acceptable. \"…favour\"\n\n\"Although – where to? In terms of where you want to fight her, there's a mountain range to the north of here that isn't populated except from Knolls and other stuff like that\" Liaena glanced at Serphia at this with a questioning look. \"Other than that, the countryside is littered with villages so I don't see where you're going to go easily\"",
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"text": "It was a good question indeed...\n\nShould she stage her epic battle against the more than 50ft tall giant demoness in the local, rural areas outside of Stormwind's southern wall, or should she lead Malizia far up into the rocky mountains for a great showdown?\n\nSerphia was initially tempted to pick the first option, taking Malizia to the villages south of Stormwind to fight her in the large, open farmfields. Maybe even use some of the trees to get a jump on her. It would also assure that she had an audience to watch the legendary exploits of the legendary Serphia! She could spawn numerous generations of stories and legends in just one battle. \n\n... especially considering that these were just short lived monkeys they were talking about.\n\nBut the mountains. There was just something epic to the feel and sound of fighting a giant demon in the mountains, and all the great legends and ballads of ancient warriors had usually resolved around mountainous terrain. And who cared about some simple, filthy human peasants when you could compare yourself to the great keldorai warriors of the ancient past?!?\n\n\"We will bring her - to the mountains!\" Serphia grinned with a triumphant smirk as she rose up. \n\"I will garb myself for battle, using the offerings of our Gnomish friend! No way she would ever wish not to be part of such a legendary battle!\"\n\nSerphia called out, giving Gimpsy a look she could never refuse, before traipsing off into the rest of the store; a series of crashes and clattering could be heard before the Captain returned anew, this time wearing a steampunk esque set of light leather armor(said armor being clearly too small for her either way).\n\n\"You look wonderful, mistress!\" Aleena commented with an uncertain smile as Serphia came walking back into the opening.\n\nGrabbing the pike from Kathlin, Serphia would smile brouadly as she entered a pouncing pose, leaning forward.\n\n\"Thank you, Sentinel Aleena. Although it is gnomish fashion, it must do for.... ooahhhh.\" Serphia suddenly let out a slight gasp as she leaned forward, the overly tight leather pants squeezing against her rear as she suddenly felt Rithrynn plunge forcefully into her!\n\nSuddenly gaining a slight smirk on her face, she motioned for Liaena and Sharon.\n\n\"You two go get the demon, I'll be waiting... hhihi.. in the mountains!\" Serphia said with an extremely coy smile as she piqued an eyebrow at them.\n\nIn the meantime, Vashi, looking at Mei, would throw Mei a concerned look as the Night Elven magi inched closer to the tall Draenei.\n\n\"Is that... actually true?\" Vashi whispered curiosuly to Mei as she leaned in closer, Vashi clinging to Mei's left arm as she spoke silently up to the Draenei.\n\"Have you actually fought demons this big before? And... \"\n\nShe looked cautiously away for a moment, before her big silvery eyes suddenly returned to look up at her!\n\n\" .. and did you win?\"",
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] | There was a pause as Sharon gave Liaena a long look after her mention of her dealings with the gryphon master.
Then again, the High Elf knew well enough not to ask or dig deeper with Liaena. Mostly because he was sometimes afraid of what he might find, but also because Liaena could share some of the traits of her own potions when it came to dealing with difficult or inquisitive questions.
"Thivery! Robbery! I will not stand for this!!" Sounded Gimpsy's defiant voice, after Serphia had just robbed her store in broad daylight.
"It is not even your size you philistine boo,-"
Sharon succeeded however in stopping the Gnome's impressively loud tirade as he gently prodded the Gnome with his silver battlestaff, eying down at her as he muttered quietly.
"I'll pay for that, just put it on my bill."
"Maybe I should honestly just pay the giant demoness outside my house to become my new bodyguard instead! I doubt even the general food bills or collateral damage she'd cause by being a gigantic demon stomping around Stormwind city would cost as much as that of simply keeping Rithrynn's warband around!"
Speaking of Rithrynn.
" ... ooaaaahhh!"
For a moment, Sharon simply stared at Serphia's large, round butt as it strained mercilessly against the new set of pants, as Rithrynn just slipped further out of their reach! Mentally groaning, the High Elf would turn his head and glance over at Liaena as the Captain tried to shoo them away, giving her another long look, before speaking after an awkward pause.
"You said something about a ´demon-bait-mode? You're not going to have to carry around the blood of the innocent and a dead bride's lost ring or something, are you?" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "Mei made a rather unimpressed expression as the wizards discussed using ice to slip the demoness. Normally the tactic could work... normally, but the situation had nothing normal about it. She sighed and looked at herself, she lacked any weaponry, her clothing was tattered up and frankly she wasn't really too happy with the present situation. She missed her chance to kill Malizia a few times already and the only saving grace was she found the most adorable little thing she had seen in a long while...(If the averagely 2 meters tall gorgeous women could be called adorable.). \n\n \"Ice's not going to work...\" Mei eventually said, interrupting the two magic user's dreams about clumsy giant demon.\" Her size... is too great. Her mass is simply too great also... she's way too heavy for about any ice to hold her properly. You'd need tens of meters layers of ice to withhold her weight and not to mention she's also has hooves... Ice's not going to work be it from magic or not.\" She explained, throwing a look around with searching gaze.\n\n \"Just bring her down via rockslides and some kind of impacts to the head and give me a weapon that will be able to cut her skin. I will keep her pinned down long enough so you two can teleport her away... just no regular portals least I get pulled away with her. I do not want to go back to the twisted nether again... Been there, not fun.\" She stated.\n\n \"... Ahmm... next time you fight in one of the extremely rocky terrains of Outland then you talk... There are places where armies could hide with little difficulties and what's more this Demon had actually went the extra mile by having someone cast illusion magic of high degree on him. I was in my most murderous rage state at that point so things are a little hazy on the details, but I was kind of wrecking havoc all about the place and then there was my party... so yeah They threw an ambush at me. I think the demon had an illusion of an old tower thrown on him... I did wonder what that tower was doing there, but I was kind of on blood rage, chasing down some fel orcs and some fel hounds....\"\n\n Right after saying that, Mei made a rather melancholy expression. Showing a mixture of sadness and yearning for something. Her right hand twitched as she looked at the magic users. The raging warrior was gone at this moment.\" Can any if you two magically pull an item/s I have strong attachments to from my vaults in the bank of either Stormwind or Exodar...?\" She asked, her eyes honest, innocent and full of some pleading desire.\"",
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"text": "\"Okay, I suggest you explain right now Rune\" Liam growled, the young man having gone from blanched to acquiring blotchy spots of anger of his cheeks as he observed Liaena's amusement. \"Or—or I will recommend you for latrine cleaning duty. For a month.\"\n\n\"It's not that complicated really\" Liaena said dryly. \"There was a demon. I tried to shrink it. But someone mixed up my potions, and I ended up accidently dosing her with love potion. She saw Kitty first. Most unfortunate\"\n\n\"Pretty sure there was more to it than that\"\n\nKathlin mumbled. Liam stared at her. \"That—that doesn't explain anything! Why is there a demon!? How did it get here!? Will there be more??\"\n\n\"Semantics\"\n\n\"Wha….those are not semantics! Do you even know what that words means!?\"\n\n\"Calm down, dear\" Kathlin beseeched, casting a quick glance at over at the paladins who had started to take an interest. Liam's voice had risen to a high-pitched infuriated squeak as he glowered at Liaena. \"Li is trying to help. Actually, the demon bit is more my fault\"\n\n\"……\"\n\nThe priest's mouth clacked shut, before giving her a sharp look at that admission. \"….That's ridiculous. Don't say that\"\n\n\"Anyway\" Liaena cut in \"Source of demon notwithstanding -- we're making an ambush for her. If I give you a location and a time, can you pass on the message and get the paladins over there?\"\n\n\"….not easily! I'm hardly their usual tactician!\" Liam frowned. \"Besides, they'll want to talk to you\"\n\n\"Er, no\"\n\nLiaena shook her head curtly, before looking around quickly to check for observers. Liam's earlier outburst notwithstanding, it was evident the people of the square had enough to do to bother themselves with their posse. \"You can tell them the message is from me, that'll probably make them sit up. But I don't feel like being arrested. Also, they're going to need air support\"\n\n\"…what?\"\n\nThe girl shifted a fragment of parchment out of her pocket and a pencil, licking the lead before she put it to the paper to scrawl a few shapes. \"This is Stormwind. These are the northern mountains\"\n\nLiam stared at the parchment as it was pushed at him. \"….try harder, Rune\"\n\n\"Shall I do it, Li?\"\n\n\"….what?\" Liaena frowned at the pair, before adopting a defensive look as she glanced at her handiwork. \"Everyone's a critic.\"",
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"text": "Vashi took a moment to squint at Mei following the Draenei's question, a silver eye narrowing on the berserker.\n\n\"Did you... just ask me to commit magical robbery of the Stormwind and Exodar bank?\" She asked after a slight pause, eyeing Sharon as if to get any hints from the High Elf's own reaction.\n\"While I do not make a habit of turning down challenges, I think it might be easier to just take a cab, or even just run to the bank!\" \n\nThe Night Elf Magi said with a hopeful smile towards Mei and Sharon, shrugging her shoulders.\n\n\"It is not like that giant demon friend of yours can destroy the entire city in the time it takes us to make a simple withdrawal from the bank... right?\"\n\n*\n\n\"Stand back, civilians are not allowed near ground zero at any,-\"\n\n\"Do I look like a common citizen?\"\n\n...\n\nThere was silence from the heavily armored guardsman as he simply stared up at the shadows of the dozens of individuals towering over him, glowing, silvery eyes narrowed in a multitude of predatory glares from amidst the numerous gleams of bladed weapons and arrows, and all of them focused directly on him.\n\n\"Uhh... no?\" The guardsman answered with a hesitant tone as he stared up at the biggest figure of them all, the 8ft tall ashen haired Sentinel Captain whom glared down at him!\n\nThe silvery blue, white eyes of the Night Elves might appear exotic and even beautiful to many outsiders, but to this guardsman in this particular moment, they were absolutely terrifying as they all observed him with undisturbed fury, making him shrink in the bulk of his heavy plate armor and away from the visors of his thick metal helmet.\nThe attention was enough for him to mostly ignore the pandemonium going on in the background behind him, where a giant, winged red demoness the size of a building just tore up a wagon with its attached donkey, and threw both the animal and the wagon into a nearby house with a resounding crash!\n\nThough that still was not enough for him to take his eyes off Serphia!\n\n\"Exactly, little human!\" Serphia continued, suddenly placing two purple, armored hands on the frozen guardsman's shoulders.\n\"And so therefore, you will let us pass, as for while I can be a generous mistress, I have no patience for fools... !\"\n\n\"Y-yeh... I mean, yes, sir,- ahem! Mistre-Mistress?!\" \n\nThe guardsman quickly made a frantic, hastened salute as he stepped to the side, literally hugging the side of the alley with his back as Serphia nodded, satisfied, before the dozens of sentinels marched past.\n\n\"Imagine if all apes were that reasonable, mistress.\" Aleena commented, quick to congratulate Serphia on her interaction with the guardsman. Serphia simply let the side of her lips curl into a grin in return.\n\n\"I might actually be able to tolerate them if that was the case.\" She commented with a soft laugh, though her eyes continued to stare forward.\n\"Maybe once we rid the city of this little red nuisance, they will finally learn to appreciate us!\"\n\nSerphia said as she continued on towards the end of the alley, where they finally had a proper view of the massive figure of Malizia as the demon was fast busy waging a one-woman-war against the entire Mage District and all the forces arrayed against her, on the form of guardsmen running around, trying to pepper her with crossbowbolts that seemed to do nothing but anger her, and mages trying to pepper her with various spells that seemed to have a little more effect than the crossbowbolts, but also mainly served to make Malizia only more frenzied!\n\n\"HEY, REMEMBER ME, BITCH?!\" \n\nAs she pushed an old wizard out of her way; causing his little fire spell to go awry and put his own hat on fire; Serphia would call out to Malizia!\n\nMalizia, in the process of flinging a terrified knight around, would suddenly stop; pause for a moment as her red ears twitched at the sound of the familiar voice, and shuffle around as the giant demoness would stare directly down at the small gathering with Serphia at the forefront. \n\n\"You again?!\"\n\n\"Yes, it is me, Serphia, Captain and Mistress of the proud Keldorei! If you thought you defeated me before, you are WRONG! However, as I am a honorable opponent, I have brought you a little gift as to recognize your prowess in battle!\"\n\nSerphia said with a grin, the giant Malizia suddenly squinting her eyes in return as she casually dropped the squirming knight and moved to lean in closer. Stepping aside, Serphia made a gesture to the rest of her sentinels, whom all moved aside to reveal a nightsaber facing the opposite way; a lone human female tied and blindfolded on top of the nightsaber.\n\n\"Uhh, can I come down now? I really don't like thi,- whatever is going on. Why do I smell fire?\" Silje complained, fear evident in her voice as Malizia's eyes simultaneously expanded to large, glowing fel orbs at the sight of the adorable little female; lust suddenly striking her heart! Silje, trying to look around despite her blindfolds, continued to speak from atop the nightsaber.\n\n\"Guys, I really feel like something bad is about to go down anytime soon... guys?\"",
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] | "Can any if you two magically pull an item/s I have strong attachments to from my vaults in the bank of either Stormwind or Exodar...?"
"Gimpsy?"
"I assume you're going to pay for that, right?"
Sharon let out a sigh, followed by a short chuckle as he picked up a single gold coin and thumbed it through the air towards the Gnome.
"I am not like the purple skinned barba,-" Sharon was about to say with a smile, when he suddenly remembered the presence of Vashi right next to her; the fact that a semi-reasonable person like Vashi could even be a member of Serphia's warband requiring some mental processing before he could truly fathom it; and quickly changed his line.
" ... ahem, you know a gentleman always pays his dues. One Portal Rune, if you will."
As Gimpsy went away to whisk through the ordered chaos that was her workshop in pursuit of her rune collection, even pre Serphia-visit, Sharon could not help but feel a sense of urgency wash over him.
"Whatever business with the bank you may have, we should be quick about it." Sharon explained to Mei as he accepted the rune from the incoming Gimpsy, the gnome clearly enthused by the more than 80% tip he had just given her for the Rune.
"I cannot admit I feel completely safe leaving either Liaena or our dear Captain Serphia to their own devices in the city. Not that I question their intentions, I am more worried about their choice of methods. That, and the fact I have never known them for being much in the way of teamplayers with one another."
He explained as he held the silver lined rune fragment up for Vashi to take if she wished, all the while eyeing Mei. | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"It's one thing to grab my stuff from here in Stormwind and another to take my... better equipment I left in Exodar.\" Mei replied, remembering the distinct differance in quality between the two sets of armors and weapon. One was incredibly valuable, enchanted, forged by master craftsment by magical materials, imbued with powers from worlds long forgotten on their travels through the Twisted Nether during the endless running from the legion, the other was a simple steel plate armor that while made from high grade steel was just that high grade steel.\n\n Mei saw what Sharon bought and took a breath. Portals... she preferred teleportation for obvious reasons of her body and how it reacted to portals, but in a pinch this would have to do. Hell it might even safe her a little bit of time, being thrown through the portal. She smiled and nodded to the high elf, before placing hand on Vashi's and moving it to take the rune.\" Alright, Vashi, hear me. Use that rune to open a temporary portal to Exodar. Use me to set the location, I know exactly where I need to be. Just open the portal. After that you can call me. You can already summon me anywhere you are. After all you summoned me once, I'm bound to you in a way.\" Meirie replied, throwing a look at Sharon.\n\n \"As for you master Sharon, try to stay out of troubles for the duration of my stay in Exodar... Won't be more than 10 or so minutes, but if something happens, have Vashi summon me right away.\" She stated, placing a hand on the night elf mage's cheek.\n\n \"Now get that portal up, we are running out of time. Remember if something happens, you pull me back right away, okey?\" She asked, waiting for the cute night elf to give her the confirmation and portal her away. \n\n This was going to be something Mei never thought she'd do. She left that set of equipment there to just wither away in oblivion somewhere in Azeroth. The fact she was returning there, meant she was also going to be returning to her olden days... She time in oblivion was over, it was time to return to the world as she used to be. All for this adorable night elf...",
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"text": "\"Okay, so you want the paladins to ambush this giant demon on the northern pass?\"\n\n\"No, no, the southern pass!\" Liaena said impatiently. Brushing Kathlin's hand aside, she pointed imperiously at the paper. \"There's the first mountain range north of Stormwind. See?\"\n\n\"….No?\"\n\n\"That looks like a deformed hedgehog, Li\"\n\n\"Well you draw it then!\" Liaena scowled at her companion, who merely removed the parchment from her, turned it over and started drawing on the back. \n\n\"This is ridiculous….\" Liam groaned. \"You expect me, to mobilise the PALADINS, with this sort of nonsense? You're wasting my time here\"\n\n\"Wasting your time implies you were doing something useful to begin with\" Liaena snapped back. \n\n\"Guys….\"\n\n\"Well yes actually, I was administering to the hospital. Not that you'd value that, seeing how you prefer to inflict damage rather than heal it\"\n\n\"Guys…\"\n\n\"Excuse me, if it wasn't for me just where would your girlfriend be rotting?\"\n\n\"Not in a situation I don't doubt she was in ALL BECAUSE OF YOU…!\"\n\n\"GUYS!\"\n\n\"WHAT?\"\n\nLiam and Liaena shouted in unison at Kathlin, the former looking slightly bashful after he remembered himself: \"I mean, uh….yes dear?\"\n\nKathlin nodded across the yard. \"Priest Marshall is coming\"\n\n\"what?\"\nLiaena spun around to take in the highly unwelcome view of that very angry looking gentle-priest, currently stomping across the yard towards them. From the expression on his reddened face, his mood had not been improved with the dark haired girl appearing in his sights – who had actually gone a shade paler at the sight of him. \"RUNE! I WOULD HAVE WORDS! WITH YOU!\"\n\n\"Er, okay. Briefing done\" Liaena gulped, before glancing at Liam and grabbing Kathlin's hand. \"You know the plan, right?\"\n\n\"NO! Liae….\"\n\n\"Byeee!\" the girl snapped out, before turning tail and diving into the buildings behind them, dragging her friend with her.",
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"text": "\"I'm on it!\" Vashi had already snatched the portal rune from Sharon, as she began conjuring her spell.\n\n\"Anun i'thilien, arun o Til'Phelana o vani!\"\n\nAfter a few seconds, a portal suddenly emerged in the middle of the shop; knocking books and shelves over as it swirled into existance from thin air, revealing a shimmering picture of the Draenei capital of Exodar, shining with pink and yellow light from the obscene amount of crystals that the Draenei liked to decorate their cities with!\n\n\"Look, Mei, I,-\"\n\nBut before Vashi could continue, the aura around the portal had already grabbed ahold of Mei, snatching the Draenei up and throwing her like a sling right through the portal with violent force!\n\nVashi merely gasped, before throwing herself after Mei into the portal!\n\n\"Sweetie, are you okay?! I didn't mean to... !\"\n\n*\n\nAs the giant, red demoness now towered high above them; feel green eyes shining with intensity and desire as it watched them around Silje, some of the Sentinels started to huddle slightly closer behind Serphia, with Sentinel Aleena stepping up right next to Serphia and stepping up on her toes to whisper into the Captain's long, purple ear.\n\n\"So mistress, are you sure this plan is going to work?\" Aleena whispered quietly, worried eyes shifting between the massive demon looming over them, her wide, leathery wings taking up almost their entire side view; and then over to Silje sitting on top of the black nightsaber Ripfang.\n\n\"Oh, absolutely!\" Serphia exclaimed, pumping a clenched fist with a triumphant grin on her face.\n\"I have instructed my fluffy-wuffly Ripfang mount to take the human directly to the mountains north of Stormwind, taking the demon on the fastest route out of the city and into the vulnerable ground in the mountains! This big-assed demon will be out of the city before we even know it!\"\n\n\"Are you, a kitty? I... I uhm, like kittens!\" \n\nAll the while, Silje tried to make conversation with the large nightsaber she was sitting on. She knew she was sitting on a cat of some sort. And although she had always been very fond of cats, this cat was abnormally big, black of fur and long, sharp yellow teeth that gleamed even in bright daylight.\nRipfang, on the other hand, was not as interested in interacting with its missed-meal currently situated on its back. Instead, the black Nightsaber simply looked around in the street whilst waiting for his mistress's signal. \n\nThat was, until a tiny, nosy and furry object suddenly caught Ripfang's attention...\n\n\"Rowll?\" \n\nRipfang's deep, yellow predatory eyes would suddenly shift a little bit to the right as it spotted the furry outline of a small rat currently skittering across the cobblestone. The rat stopped in its tracks, standing up on its hind legs as it sniffed the air around it; until its beady little eyes suddenly noticed the relatively massive, towering black figure of Ripfang as the mouse noticed the nightsaber!\n\nAnd then the massive war feline and tiny rodent locked eyes...\n\n\"However, foul-demon! You can only have your precious monkey if you can actually,-\"\n\n\"Pst, mistresss!\"\n\n\"Not now, Aleena! I'm posturing!\"\n\n\"But mistress, it's important.\"\n\n\"What?!\"\n\n\"Your Ripfang, Mistress, he just took off!\"\n\nIt was as that moment that all the sentinels turned around to look together with Serphia, as they could barely see the outline of a fast moving feline and an utterly terrified human girl screaming at the top of her lungs tied to its back as the two barreled through the smoke, debris and fire of the Magic District. An eerie moment of quiet suddenly passed across all the gathered Night Elves; their bait just having gone off on a zig-zagging trip towards the center of the city, before the familiar, demonic voice of Malizia could be heard booming from behind!\n\n\"Nooo! My precious little Silje! Come back, my love!\"\n\n*THOMP*\n*THOMP*\n\nThe Sentinels threw themselves in a mad dash to get out of the way of the now giant, stampeding demoness as Malizia charged forward in a mad pursuit to catch up with the fast Nightsaber carrying her love, as the cat in question was chasing a very determined rodent!\nSerphia barely had time to look back, before a giant hoof came out of nowhere; stomping down on her to the horror of the surrounding sentinels, before moving on and leaving Serphia prone behind, lying back down against the ground as the Captain looked up in sheer disbelief.\n\n\"Mistress!! Ripfang is not heading towards the mountain! He's going.... I don't know where he's going!\" Sentinel Aleena shouted as she came up to Serphia from the side, with Serphia merely staring up at the burning sky above.\n\n\"By the goddess I swear I will kill that cat... with a tuna as weapon no less!\" Serphia muttered, eyes affixed to the sky as the disheveled Captain seemed to refuse to move!",
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] | "I hope no one stood directly on the other side."
Sharon privately thought as he suddenly saw Mei get picked up and pulled right into the portal, as if the portal was the mouth of some extremely ravenous gulper fish or something.
Suffice it to say that anyone getting hit by an eight feet tall Draenei warrior flying at what looked reminiscent of terminal velocity would not have a good day. Yet he could not find himself too worried by the whole circumstance, something that that the High Elf would chalk up to his extended experience with Liaena and Rithrynn having increased his tolerance for catastrophies in general.
And the fact that he was currently more worried about the giant demon rampaging around Stormwind...
"Thank you for the shopping experience," The High Elf would turn and nod before stepping into the portal, giving a brief wink to the Gnomish shopkeeper.
"I apologize for any slights caused by my purple friends, though I will not claim responsibility for their behavior!"
And with that, Sharon brushed away his guilt and stepped into the portal; his surroundings shifted from the mostly mundane and only slightly sparkling appearance of Gimpsy's shop, to a suddenly, almost overbearing and blinding pink and purple of the Exodar!
"My eyes!"
The High Elf found that he had to instinctively shield his eyes as he appeared in the Exodar, the blinding purple and pink light of the absurd amount of crystals surrounding them from every possible angle at every possible moment being more than a proverbial eyesore of legends!
"I'm sorry, but Draenei architecture is never going to get my vote!"
He looked around, noticing all the tall, blue and tentacle faced Draenei standing all around them as they had stepped out of the portal. However, most of them were not looking at Sharon or Vashi. Rather, their faces were contorted in worried expressions, as they all seemed to look ahead.
"I guess I know where our Draenei friend went..."
"Alright, anyone seen a very big and airborne Draenei shooting out of this portal here recently? Her middle name is 'Cannonball' and should be impossible to miss!"
Sharon called out to the gathering crowd of Draenei that towered feet above him, all the while bringing out a silk bag from his pouch and cast a freeze spell in it, causing multiple cubes of ice to fill the silk bag up, and jingled as he started to walk towards the disaster zone.
Given the landing, someone might need some ice... | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "'Ohhh there we go again...' Me thought when she felt the pull of the portal energy as all molecules in her body were been attracted towards the magical phenomenon just as Vashi was about to say something. Mei wished to struggle so she can hear what the night elf was going to say, but no amount of struggle or desire could stop this as she was hurled through the portal at what appeared to be a balista bolt speed. Lights, shadows and images flashed before her eyes as she arrived on the other end, flew past some draenei and straight into the Exodar bank.\n\n *Outside the bank~~~*\n\n \"Hmmm?\" A draenei woman with pure black hair and very pale blue skin blinked as she was passing by the bank, noticing the portal that stood there. Next moment a draenei shape and colored someone flew past her into the bank, with a surprising not crashing sound following. She blinked a few times when the guards of the bank entrance joined her as a night elf also showed up through the portal.\n\n \"Are you with Meirie?\" One of the bank guards asked Vashi, smirking with very suggestive smile, after having heard Vashi's way of addressing the berserker.\" She's inside the bank.\" They pointed the entrance so Vashi can storm into it.\n\n Then a high elf showed up to their surprise. None of them were aware Mei had picked up adventuring away, non the less form a party to adventure with! This was huge news! Meirie had vanished years ago now, many had wondered where she was and now she shows up with a party no less!\n\n \"There in the bank.\" The draenei replied to Sharon, their worried expression changing into slightly amused ones.\" She was flung like always, I do believe we put that huge plant thing at the corner in front of the doorway to break her occasional appearances no?\" One of the guards asked the other one as they burst out in laughter, returning to their duties. Apparently Mei being flung out of portals at the bank was not a new occurrence!!!\n\n *Back into the back~~~~ * \n\n \"Hey, Meirie!\" The bank clerk shouted in surprise as she realized who came flying and impacting into the big plant thing they kept nearby. It was a big bush like plant tree thing they had put there years ago.\" You've returned!\" The clerk shouted, the attention of the other two newer clerks already attracted by the big warrior woman who now was slowly standing up from the bush.\n\n \"Yeah... things happened... My vault still standing?\" She asked, walking over to the counter.\n\n \"Of course! We kept everything secure, waiting for your return.\" The woman replied as Vashi stormed into the bank after Mei.\" Here's your key, but I suppose, there's no need to walk you to the vault?\"\n\n \"No need, I know the way.\" Meirie replied turning to her companions.\" I will go grab my gear, going to return in a few minutes.\" She stated, placing a hand on Vashi's shoulder.\" You wait for me here okey? Withdraw some gold coins from my account.\" Meirie asked of the night elf and turned to the clerks.\" She's got right to withdraw from my account from now on.\" She stated and looked at Sharon.\" You can ask Vashi to draw the money for the portal runes, but I'm pretty even I don't have enough to pay for the repair on your mansion, sorry. Alright be back in a few minutes.\" She said with a smile, storming deeper into the bank.\n\n \"So... you're the little thing who have our every sad and lonely warrior all active and pretty in love by the looks of it?\" The clerk asked Vashi, judging by how Mei acted towards Vashi and the fact she was allowed right to withdraw money from the account. Mei was know for not trusting anyone even her former party with her bank storage.\" Then what are you? The lover?\" The clerk asked Sharon with a smirk.",
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"text": "\"Li, it's on the move!\"\n\n\"Yes, I noticed!!\" Liaena snapped back as she skiddied over a canal bridge, screeched to a halt, then back-peddled several steps to look up at the distance form of Malizia in the gap formed by the waterway. Even without the visual evidence, it would have been quite clear that something was gravely amiss in the city, as the thundering footsteps of the demon made the very paving slabs underneath them shake, and the splintering crashing of wood and stone from buildings the demon simply ploughed through was clearly audible. \n\n\"Oh Light…it's like the Dragon all over again\"\n\n\"It seems to be on a rampage\"\n\n\"--Noticed that too!\"\n\n\"….not in the direction of the mountains\" Kathlin finished her sentence as she stopped beside Liaena to also gaze out upon the carnage. \"I don't think the gryphon plan is going to work\"\n\n\"No, no, we can still fix this. We've got the time…\" Liaena muttered distractedly, before being interrupted by a tug on her sleeve from her companion as she pointed at the sky. \n\n\"Time isn't the problem here, Li\"\n\nOverhead, the sky was filled suddenly with gryphon riders, clad in the Stormwind colours of blue and gold as they swooped down towards the demon. The rider in the lead, raised a plated hand to point it down at the creature. This signal was immediately followed by a volley of rifle mortar – shots barrelling into Malizia, who dealt with this minor irritation by twisting around and yelling something incomprehensible at this range. The riders pulled out of their dive after the first bombardment, to start turning around again. \n\n\"Yes….they have gryphons. Good idea, Kitty!\" \nLiaena exclaimed, to which her companion gave her a bemused look. \"What idea?\"\n\n\"We can hitch a lift! They're soldiers. Say it's on Holy business\"\n\nKathlin gave her friend a Look, which strongly implied she was running through all the many, many problems she had with this plan, only to settle on the most obvious. \"How do we get up there?\"\n\nIn answer, Liaena merely glanced around, before darting off the bridge and along the canal path until she reached a small open-fronted store. It was completely abandoned, the owner presumably having long since fled in terror as the girl stuck her hand in the front to pick up a small bar of chocolate. She then stepped back into the middle of the path to proffer the chocolate at the sky pointedly. \n\n\"CAW!\"\n\n\"Ow! Watch the talons, idiot bird\" Liaena grumbled as Hester the owl landed serenely on the bridge rail, half of the chocolate bar already vanishing down her gullet. The girl then turned back towards Kitty. \"Come on then. I'm running on emergency reserves of shrinking-potion. Let's not waste it\"",
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"text": "Vashi stared about at the new surroundings with wide, blue shimmering eyes of amazement! \n\nShe had never actually been to the Exodar before, even if it had just been a simple boat trip away for her. She had heard stories about the place too, supposedly some kind of flying-inter-dimensional fortress of some kind that had crashed onto Azeroth! But what none of those stories had ever managed to get quite across was just how awfully, terribly, amazingly...\n\nSPARKLY \n\n... everything was!\n\nAll around her, the streets, the pavements, the alcoves, the roof; everything was made either wholly or partially of crystal; and whatever structures didn't feature crystals in their design had chunks of the shiny rock things jutting out at odd angle, as if they had just burst forth from the very seams of the buildings.\n\n\"This is all so... incredible alien!\"\n\n\"So... you're the little thing who have our every sad and lonely warrior all active and pretty in love by the looks of it?\" \n\nIt took a while for Vashi to even register that she was being addressed; looking about, noticing the clerk talking to her, and realising it was about withdrawing money.\n\n\"Oh, yes... do we need money?\"\n\nVashi suddenly asked, throwing a quizzical look over at the accompanying High Elf; who looked as if he was currently trying to acclimatize to the utterly incandescent nature of their new surroundings! \n\nBut why would they need money? Mei was already going to get her equipment, and there was no chance in hell they'd ever afford the repairs; nay; wholesale reconstruction of Sharon's now demolished mansion! And Vashi doubted that they could ever defeat Malizia by simply throwing gold at the giant demoness!\n\n\"Uhm, I think twenty silver pieces is all I'll need.\" Vashi finally continued, looking over at the awaiting clerk with a cute smile as she adjusted her staff, moving it to her left hand.\n\n*\n\nSlowly sitting up from the now hoof-like crater in the middle of the street, with bits of dirt and small pebbles rolling off her purple form; Serphia would move her head from right to left.\n\n*CRACK* *CRACK*\n\nAdjust her shoulders a little bit.\n\n*CRACK* ... *CRACK*\n\nAnd finally, lean her back forward, then backwards...\n\n*CRA-CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK-BOM-CRACK!*\n\n\"Mistress... what should we do?\" One of the Sentinels asked, a desperate looki in her eyes as she watched Serphia slowly loom up from the crater. Serphia stared ahead for a moment, an angry frown forming on her features, before she finally called:\n\n\"Bring me a catapult!\"\n\n*\n\nA frantic chase took place in the middle of Stormwind city!\n\nA tiny, furry rodent skittered across the bridge to the trade district; passing through the feet of unsuspecting citizens; only to be shortly accompanied by a large, ferocious black war cat(in all actuality, a sabercat!) with fur as black as death and eyes gleaming with intensity at the hunt. And all the while, a screaming girl currently tied to the top of said nightsaber!\n\nBoth scared and surprised townspeople, guards, beggars and clergy jumped aside to let the beast through; looking in puzzlement after the strange sight, only to let out yelps of terror as a massive, giant red towering demoness suddenly crashed through half a tenement house on the side of the mage district; sinking one hoofed foot knee deep into the canal as she almost stumbled, having to lean herself against the tall, towering fortifications of the Stockade to prevent herself from face diving into the canal!\n\n\"SWEETIE! COME BACK, I PROMISE I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER UNTIL THE END OF TIME!\"\n\nMalizia shouted out in an equally terrifying and forlorn voice as she looked after the disappearing nightsaber and Silje! However, it did not take long until yet another pesky mortar shell exploded against her large, left wing and she turned around; her deep feel green eyes now burning with fury as she eyed the pesky Gryphon Riders keeping just out of reach of her claws!\n\n\"If I just knew how to use these accursed wings... !!\"\n\n\"Get out of the way of love, mortals!\" Malizia shouted, as she reached down to pick up a terrified cow from the other side of the canal; despite the startled protest of its farmer; and suddenly fling the horrified animal up into the sky like a missile!\n\n\"What? That's a... MOO! MOOOOOVE,-\"\n\n\"MMMOOOOOOOH???\"\n\n*SMACK*\n\nThe Sergeant tried to shout out, until suddenly, the flying bovine flew into the formation of Gryphon riders, hitting one of them and causing both the rider and gryphon to go soaring through the sky together with the cow!",
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] | "That's a bill I doubt few could ever match." Sharon answered with a tragi-comic grin as Mei ran off; but mainly only to hide his own feelings of the situation.
"Well... except perhaps that old insurance deal I made a while back. I wonder if it applies to houses trashed by giant demons. As long as I don't mention how I sort of created her, I think it should be good!"
Sharon privately imagined ten different strategies on how to approach the Dwarven bankers he had made the deal with, all the while eying the Draenei clerks around the bank. At least they should be easy to deal with when compared to Dwarves! Though when one of them asked both Vashi and him, Sharon chuckled.
"Whilst some may call me a lover, it's these two that are together." Sharon said with a charming smile as he motioned towards the direction Mei had ran off to and back over at Vashi. However, said maneuver would only make the High Elf attentive of just what sort of withdrawal Vashi was actually making!
"Excuse me, I do not mean to interrupt!" Sharon was quick to pull Vashi a little aside, despite her being a good head taller than him, before pulling her a little down so that he could whisper into her ear.
"Listen, Vashi; your thoughtful attitude is endearing and all, but we may need a bit more than just money for the rune. Remember, for the fight, we might need to stock up on potions, equipment, ingredients, buy new weapons and keep a little-something should some unforeseen investment options appear. Not to mention for stay, preferable above-average level of comfort, as my mansion; as discussed earlier; has been wholly demolished."
...
"In short, you may wish to raise that withdrawal amount with a few thousand gold pieces at least!" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Pull up! Pull up!\" Kathlin squeaked as she tugged on the gryphon's bridle hopefully. The captain's mouth went slightly slack-jawed for a moment as he took in the sight of the huge Demon bearing down on him, before briskly twitching the reins as he dug his knees into the Gryphon's side. \"Scooby, down!\"\n\nThe gryphon dived, wings brushing between buildings as they swept only a few feet above the cobbles of one of Stormwinds main shopping areas in the Trade District. Normally bustling, it was now silent as the grave, grave, carts and stalls overturned. \n\nMalizia's plated metal boot loomed before them. The gryphon swept by with moments to spare to dive straight through her splayed legs and continue at full pelt in the opposite direction to Malizia's trajectory. \n\n\"You called your gryphon Scooby?\"\n\n\"WHAT? THAT'S your concern!? The Captain roared as he dragged on the reigns to bring the Gryphon into a turn, back towards the fight. \"Why did the church send you!? WHY IS THAT THING FOLLOWING US!?\"\n\n\"Long story – difficult to go into\" Kathlin said breathlessly as she clung to the saddle. \"The demon'll follow me….head to the mountains to the north. Get it out of the city\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"For the love of the Light, this is insane\" the Captain snapped as they completed an arch to slowly circle around the demon. They were now between her and the mountains, the latter looking temptingly close. Looking around in bemusement, the pair saw the giant Malizia's eyes obviously focus on them again as her irises burnt a brighter shade of red. \"Smushy-face!\"\n\n\"Run\" Kathlin instructed her companions. \"Er, Fly. Retreat!\"\n\n\"Back! Back!\" The Captain roared as his mount, who jinked around to break into a frantic dive again as a massive hand reached out for them. \"…Light protect us\"\n\n*\n\n\"This counts as progress\" Liaena mused as Hester hovered just above the level of the houses, well above the fight taking place. The girl watched as the gryphon containing her friend turned to flee, pursued a moment behind by Malizia. \"…she could use backup. Hester, yip!\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"….move, you bloody bird\" Liaena growled after a moment of Hester showing disinclination to follow the crashing noises of Malizia, or indeed do anything besides float serenely through the sky. \"Chocolate!\"\n\nThis invoked a reaction of Hester starting to graciously flap in the general direction of where the gryphon had just gone. They were of course, travelling many magnitudes of speed slower. \n\n\"…eh, they're bound to slow down at some point\" Liaena said to nobody in particular with a confidence that sounded not particularly convincing. \"….can't you go faster?\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"I swear to the Light I will have you in a pie\"\n\n\"cluck\"",
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"text": "\"Now you wear it so you don't get in much trouble, okey?\" \n\nVashi glanced down at the caged necklace, then back up at Mei, then down at the necklace, and again back up at Mei; her face flush with bot surprise, embarrassment and even a small bit of agitation!\n\n\"You're giving me your luck charm?\" Vashi said sharply. She felt touched, but at the same time, it all felt deeply wrong. She hadn't even examined the necklace to tell if it actually held any true magical power or if it was simply a personal pretty bauble, but it still didn't make her feel comfortable about this.\n\n\"Mei! You are going to go off to fight a giant demon! And a Death Knight! A giant, demonic death knight! If anything, you should keep i,-\n\n*Hiss* \n\n\"Eeeeuuuhh???\"\n\nVashi's expression turned from agitated into a confused frown as she gazed back up at Mei, who's hair was now a large, vicious collection of live snakes that moved around on their own, snapping and hissing at the air and any other Draenei in the bank that came too close to her!\n\nIt was, quite frankly, a rather unsettling sight!\n\n\"Mei! Are you alright?!\"\n\nThe Night Elf mage first threw Mei a look of deep concern, then glanced over at where the perpetrator had once been; there being nothing left of Zazi's presence other than a rapidly disappearing thin cloud of arcane mist. \nApparently whoever this Zazi Draenei was, she had become very adept at bugging whenever an altercation had occurred, which admittedly spoke a lot about her character...\n\n\"Hold on, let me try to help!\" Vashi said as she chanted up a charm spell, aiming her staff at the hissing snakes on Mei's head as she cast a spell of lethargy, sapping some of the will and energy from the snakes as they began to suddenly move much more slowly and slovenly, as if merely moving required a tremendous amount of willpower.\n\n\"Is that better?! ... we at least won't have to worry about you accidentally devouring any passer-bys... \"\n\n*\n\n\"CUTIEBUM! I'M COMING FOR YOOOOOOOOU!\"\n\nAs a matter of fact however, Malizia would rather NOT come for Kathlin, as the Gryphon rider carrying her precious little human priestess managed to narrowly fly right below the soaring demoness; as Malizia flailed effortlessly after her with her arms.\n\n\"NOOOO! SWEEETIE! COMES BACK!!\"\n\nThe giant, green eyed demoness would call out as she continued to 'fly' through the air, madly flapping her wings in an uncoordinated movement around her, and clearly failing, as gravity began to pull her back towards the city below...\n\n*CRASH!*\n\nA plume of dust would be thrown dozens of feet into the air high above Stormwind's trade district!\n\nThe short, white apron wearing man who had been standing behind his desk in his cheesery stared forward in wide eyed bewilderment as two enormous, voluptuous red orbs of demonic flesh had just demolished the entire front of his shop! As Malizia slowly recovered from her fall, she managed to pull her own chest out of the cheesery, shaking her head as ruin and debris fell from her hair, and turned around to look back at the now escaping silhouettes of the gryphon rider carrying her beloved Kathlin!\n\n\"Oh no! You come back, my love! I promise I would destroy this entire city if that was just your desire!\" Malizia called out with a lovestricken, forlorn voice as she got back onto her hooves and bounded across the city in a wild chase after Kathlin! The giant demon made a couple of leaps, madly flapping her wings and even managing to glide a few moments through the air, high above the building! But just as much of Malizia's chase consisted of her falling over and tripping on awkwardly placed buildings and stone walls, frantically crawling forward only to take an accidentally head-dive down into the canal!\n\n*\n\n\"HIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!\"\n\nAleena screamed out in a crazed battle cry as the Night Elven warrioress flew high above the rooftops of Stormwind, having mere minutes ago been fired by the the catapult by Serphia and the rest of her warriors; her having been the only volunteer!\n\nIn her grip, and pointed forward, she held the long, sanctified pike she had received from Serphia; held out in front of her as she flew through the air, and pointed directly towards the distant target that was Malizia's big, red and winged form as it crashed through the city! \nHer hair flowed freely out from behind her black, ornamental Night Elven helmet, and Aleena could feel the passing air cause her shimmering elven eyes to begin to water!\n\nHowever, as she continued her approach towards Malizia in a perfect trajectory, Aleena would suddenly spot a small, feathered object flying notably slower than her, yet rapidly approach.\n\n*BLAM*\n\nWith little warning for neither party, although perhaps more for Liaena and Hester thanks to the Night Elf's war cry; Aleena would suddenly crash right into Liaena and her owl from behind in a mid-air collision that would result in said Night Elf warrior getting a face-full of owl as she let out an angry curse!\n\n\"Ashhh! Fowl-vel alan! Stupid bird!\" Aleena said, losing her focus and lowering her pike as she instead tried to grab at Hester!\n\nThe impact of the small owl and smaller human had done little to slow Aleena's speed throughout the air. However, the impact of a big elf zooming in from behind had definitely given both Liaena and Hester a noticeable increase in speed; whether it be desired or not; in addition to the obvious bludgeoning damage!",
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] | *Sigh*
"I was afraid something like that would happen."
Sharon thought privately as he watched Mei's new serpentine hairdo. It was... disturbing, to say the least. He had never really gotten past the whole tentacle deal with the Draenei. However, the fact that Mei's hair had now become a slithering mass of snakes did not help alleviate any of that.
"The snakes are part of Mei, Vashi. Any spell affecting them is probably going to be affecting her as well."
The High Elf spoke with a warning yet not so urgent tone, like a class teacher silently remarking to a careless student in chemistry class who was about to set off a small chain explosion, yet felt no real urge to really stop the impending disaster. Perhaps even a hidden, small desire to see it all go down, just to break the monotony of class.
However, Sharon's attention would quickly shift towards the opening of the bank area, as he saw a small group of Draenei clad in their usual ostentatious, shiny and gem encrusted armor; looking more like something you'd pull out of the earth in a geological survey than professional guards, yet the High Elf knew better. They peacekeepers were conversing with some of the customers at the bank, one of the customers jiggling his tentacle beard and pointing in the direction of the party.
"I think we've overstayed her welcome here. It was nice meeting you all." Sharon said as he gave a friendly nod around to no one in particular, as the High Elf made sure to strategically position himself behind Vashi in a diagonal straight line to Mei.
Sharon was not too worried about the thought of being taken into an interrogation room and beaten for information. The Booty Bay style of policing was not practiced in the Exodar, as he knew the Draenei were in general too nice for that. Granted, he still did not wish a hold-up, no matter of pleasant, as he was fully aware that at this very moment; Stormwind was being ravaged by a giant demon that was, at least in part, his creation, and that Liaena was probably waiting for him!
"However, we have a city to save. Take care!"
And with that, Sharon had turned his back to Mei and Vashi; as arcane runes began to glow in the air around the High Elven mage as he summoned forth the magical power required to tear into the fabric of space and time; creating a shimmering portal looking straight out into the interior of disturbed Mage Tower! | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Typical\" Liaena grunted as she clung for dear life to Aleena, via handfuls of her long, bright purple hair. Hester let out several angry squawks as the bird disentangled herself from the strands, to plunge away from both the elf and the mini human riding her, and disappear. \n\n\"And naturally, the bird bails at the first sign of trouble. No wonder I call her a rat\"\n\nThe girl found she could make herself slightly more secure in her position by standing on a large knot-snarl in the mane she found herself in. This happy discovery found, the girl barely had time to catch her bearings as she stuck her head out to see the view – aka Malizias large back, rapidly approaching. \"Eh, could be worse\"\n\n\"That was a really good dodge!\" Kathlin said encouragingly as she clung to the gryphons back. The sergeant was paying only limited attention to his unexpected stowaway, thus it was doubtful he even heard it as he barked instructions at his mount. \n\n\"Down! DOWN! Dive!\"\n\nScooby obeyed, flattening out to once again barely skim the paving stones of the streets they swept down. It all appeared for naught however, as Malizia's pounding feet sounded incredibly close behind them and a large hand reached out. \"HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY BELOVED!? I WILL DESTROY YOU!!\"\n\n*THUMP*\n\n\"Eh?\" Malizia paused momentarily, more from surprise than from any physical damage at the feeling of a small object ramming into her back. This was followed by – a series of stabbing pains, as though she had been stuck with a pin. \"HEY! Stop that!\"\n\n\"This plan isn't short term at all\" Liaena spat as she clung onto Aleena, who was clinging onto Malizia, by virtue of two long knives now jammed into the small of her back. Using these as a foothold and handhold, the Night Elf was using her free hand to get even more stabby. \n\n\"OW!\"\n\nA large hand reached up to try and grab for the pair of them. Somehow, the Night Elf had been blessed with the fools luck to land in that exact location of the annoying itch – where it was most hard to reach. \n\n\"Do I have anything to add to this?\"\n\nWas Liaena's thought as she gazed into her satchel – before her gaze alighted upon the shrinking potion she had just used on Kathlin and herself. A few drops left at the bottom, else sadly depleted. \"well there's nothing to loose here, I guess\"\n\n\"HEY! NIGHT ELF!\" Liaena screamed as she pushed herself through Aleenas mop to shimmey down her bangs and swing insolently in front of her face. As annoyed silvery eyes focused in on her, she brandished the vial at her. \"Try and get this into one of the cuts! All of it!!\"",
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"text": "\"HEY! NIGHT ELF!\" \n\n\"Whaaat?!\" Aleena was currently riding the naked back of a giant, furious demoness with a pair of sleek, elven shortswords embedded into the deep red skin; trails of dark red, slightly green tinted blood pouring out of the laughably small wounds on Malizia's back and latching onto her hands and the handles of her shortswords, making it difficult for her to maintain her grip!\n\nHer eyes narrowed at the tiny human suddenly dangling in front of her face, holding out an even tinier vial up at her!\n\nIt would have been nearly impossible for a normal person to tell what was in the nearly empty vial. However, thanks to her superior elven vision, Aleena would squint her eyes and barely make out the small droplets left in the vial.\n\n\"Are you daft, monkey? There's NO WAY that dosage is ever going to suffice! Plus, does it even work on demons?!\"\n\n\"GAAAHH! GET OFF-GET OFFZ!\"\n\nMalizia would shake her back, the demon now standing on her knees as she tried desperately to reach back behind her back to get at the annoying little long-eared, purple mosquito who had nearly latched herself onto her back where her wings started. And her demonic wings, no matter how cool they might have made her look, did little to help catch Aleena!\n\n\"Goddess, I guess here goes nothing!\" \n\nAleena, hanging from one hand, carefully snatched the tiny-weeny vial from Liaena's hand with two fingers, whilst grabbing the girl with her remaining fingers, and shoving Liaena firmly down into her purple cleavage before the tiny, black haired girl could raise an objection! With that, Aleena reached up to one of the recent stab wounds; which looked more like a barely noticeable mosquito wound on the giant demon; trying desperately to fiddle with the tiny cork on the tiny vial, before quickly giving up and resorting to simply crushing the vial between her fingers and stabbing her hand into the wound as it disappeared into a stream of dark red demon blood!\n\nThere was no scream of discomfort from Malizia, as the whole attack was hardly more that a tiny pinch. It was impossible to tell if it had any effect. Instead, like a dog trying to scratch her own back; if the dog had been a more than 50+ft tall giant, towering demoness; Malizia stood back up, arched her back, before throwing herself backwards down onto her back against the city below!\n\n\"Ohhh shiiiii,-!\"\n\n*\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\n...\n\n\"OOOOAAAAFFFFHHHGHH!\"\n\nVashi had little warning before she was pulled alongside of Sharon by Mei and straight through the portal! While Vashi had no objections to portal or teleportation magic in general, actually finding them quite comfortable most of the time, this was anything but a normal, smooth teleportation ride!\n\nThey were thrustt hrough the portal with unnatural force, swinging around before appearing in a a wild leap right out into the mage tower! Vashi and the High Elf went rolling to the ground, whereas Mei was shot through the whole room like an unstoppable, big blue and snaked headed cannonball!\n\n\"That... wasn't normal *cough*\" Vashi said as she sat back onto her legs, coughing and waving some dust away as she slowly got up onto her feet.\n\nThat was when she saw Mei in her armor, hanging halfway outside of what had once been a painted-glass window, and clearly not been designed to prevent a suicide attempt from a draenei sized individual trying to throw herself through it.\n\n\"Hold on!\" Vashi was quick exclaim as she began to rush over towards Mei, reaching forward as if to grab Mei, but then held her hand back. As an excuse, she might say this was because there were better ways of trying to pull a 8ft tall, armored Draenei through a window than simply doing it the menial way, especially when you were a mage. However, the true reason for not wanting to get too close to Mei was the crazy new hardo of hers, as Vashi was still not sure if she could trust any of the dozen snakes currently writhing about on Mei's hair.\n\nInstead, Vashi used a simple kinetic spell, grabbing hold of Mei and pulling her back into the window, allowing Mei to pull free her own oversized swords from the surrounding walls.\n\n\"Are you alright, Mei?!\" Vashi asked with a voice of concern as she looked towards Mei, knowing full well how poorly Mei dealt with portals. The Draenei was a walking magical anomaly, and Vashi suspected that she may never truly be able to understand how she must have felt, especially when she herself was a mage through and through!\n\n\"With any luck, the fight won't be over yet. We may still have t,-\"\n\n*Thooooooom*\n\nVashi was interrupted mid-sentence when a deep, low rumbling could be heard from beneath their feet and off towards the distance; the walls and ground beneath them shaking gently and causing some dust and small pebbles to fall down around them as a distant, yet massive shockwave had just passed by them, causing a small but brief earthquake. If Vashi hadn't known better, she would have easily suspected it of being a meteor spell, but she looked back up at Mei, her eyes wide.\n\n\" ... I hope she didn't just smash something important! ... or someone... \"",
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] | "Someone addled with the spell!"
Was the first thought that ran through Sharon's head as the world finally returned to focus after the tumultuous portal ride, as the blonde haired High Elf reached up to rub his forehead as he staggered back onto his feet.
His illustrious, deep azure blue robes were in as great tatters as ever, the day not having been kind to them in the slightest; and his silvered chestplate was dented and scratched. Still, he was still alive, a matter the High Elf was quite grateful for, especially when he took into mind what he might have just gone through.
Tampering with portals was a dangerous act, and could easily leave whoever tried to use them afterwards bisected, atomized, or splattered across an area as wide as 500 feet in a liquid state.
"I should have known that my brother had a scryer looking for us." Sharon thought, privately cursing his own stupidity for what in hindsight had been a reckless move, but still, thanks to whatever forces had saved them, possibly Mei's own inability to get along nicely with portals, they were still alive, intact and in one piece.
Listening to the earthquake, his mind quickly returned to the reason they had returned to Stormwind in the first place.
There was currently a massive, red horned demonette raging about in the streets, and the collateral damage was at this point probably beyond a sum that the High Elf could even imagine. The only saving grace behind this all was that there was little chance they'd trade this back to him.
Hopefully.
"We still have an oversized demon to contend with!" Sharon said with a smirk despite the situation, approaching Vashi and Mei.
"I have a levitation spell. With your leg strength, you could kick yourself off the side of this tower and float towards the fight across the rooftops. Our quarry is the size of a tower, and so should be hard to miss."
Sharon said as he nodded the tip of his silvered battlestaff towards Mei, giving her a wink as he readied his spell.
"I will assume heights are no concern for you at this point."
The High Elf only hoped his trust in Mei's kick strength was accurate. It would have been awkward for Mei to kick herself off the tower, only to end up stopping and hovering a few hundred feet in the air above a random district or street, requiring them to come save her. Or accidentally miss and launch herself a mile or two in the wrong direction, or worse, right up into the sky.
"One disaster at the time. I can tell her the details once this job is done." | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"Light, it never rains…!\"\n\nLiaena clung for dear life to Aleena's hair. Her predicament was that the mad dash for survival was now out of her hands and in those of the Night Elf. As soon as the latter had realised the peril she was in, Aleena had sprung into motion to climb up Malizia in a series of knife stab, using her long curved blade as a crampon. \n\nReaching her shoulder blade, Aleena hoisted herself up to dive over the arch of her body just in time. Malizia fell gracefully towards the earth, terrified citizens diving out of the way – or not, depending on their speed, dexterity and luck. \n\n-CRASH-\n\nThe form of Malizia's body smashed through a terrace of houses, her butt causing a small tsunami down one of the canal paths. Aleena and Li found themselves now resting comfortably on the demons naked bosom – which while admittedly confortable, was evidently not at all a safe location to be as Malizia's eyes zeroed in on them with an evil glare. \n\"I'VE GOT YOU NOW!!\"\n\"GRAAH! LEAVE ME IN PEACE! I HAVE A DATE!\"\n\nLike a fortuitously placed angel from the heavens, Mei appeared out of nowhere on Malizia's head. Liaena squinted up at her as she took a firmer grasp of handfuls of her current 'mounts' hair, the Draenei dancing around on the demons scalp as Malizia made grabs, jabbing at her with her blade. The demon was demonstrating the reaction to the assault as it had to Aleena earlier: I.E. discomfort and irritation. \"Please tell me you have something beside a sword! She won't die of acupuncture!\"\n\n\"I'm not sure what else I can do here…\"\n\nAssessing her options, none of them appeared stellar as Aleena scrambled to her feet, drawing her bow from her shoulder. Liaena clung on grimly, well aware of the likely ramifications if she lost her hold on her Night Elf mount. \nShe could remain in a shrunken state, using Aleena for protection. Or she could return to her own size and attempt to assist with the fight somehow. She still had a polymorph potion, but…lacked samples of suitable harmless animals to make use of it on the demon. Besides, recent evidence indicated that Malizia the Killer Rabbit with demonic superpowers was hardly an improvement. \n\n\"Also, where is Sharon!?\"\n\nLiaena cast her gaze about fruitlessly, before turning to glower at Mei – supposedly his bodyguard – a demonstration of anger which was doubtless entirely overlooked by the draenei currently going monno-a-monno with a giant demon.",
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"text": "When you were suddenly attacked by a big, angry and flying draenei wielding two oversized blades, most people would probably react with alarm and great concern!\n\nThis, however, was not the case with Malizia today however.\n\nAs Mei managed to catch onto the white hair and ponytail of her horned head, there was a moment of pause on Malizia's face, her bright, shining and yellow demonic eyes staring straight ahead in a deeply, unimpressed frown; the realization hitting her.\n\n\"Not her! Not this time again!\"\n\nThe way in which Malizia reached to catch the puny little draenei currently trying to give her a new haircut was in a manner less out of urgency, and more of bored routine and defeated resignation as she reached up to grab Mei! As she raised her arms up however, she would inadvertently press her chest together as well, causing her prodigious, red demonic bosom to suddenly squeeze in against Aleena and Liaena from both sides! Aleena, who was in the middle of drawing an arrow, would find the shot going wide as she was suddenly buried by two large red mounds from either side; now with barely a hand a pair of ears sticking out from between the smushed bosom. \n\n\"Gah! Why can't you go ruin someone else's day for once, Mei?! I don't have time for your 'epic duel of fates' or whatever it is you're hoping for!\"\n\nMalizia complained as she first sat up, and then began to rise back up; bits of debris and building material that had been pasted onto her back falling off in droves to land in the neat, Malizia-shaped figure imprint that her destructive backwards swan-dive had left in the block!\n\nMei, however, proved surprisingly elusive, and Malizia growled and gritted her demonic teeth as she found Mei constantly slipping out from between her fingers as she tried to snatch the little thing! Turning towards where she could see the flying gryphon riders with Kathlin in the distance, Malizia took one step forward, all the while shaking her horned head in an attempt to get Mei out of her hair; literally; her white ponytail slapping in every direction!\n\n\"I swear, if you don't get out right this second, I will,-\"\n\n...\n\n\" ... u-uoah! UOAAAHAH!\"\n\nMalizia's building threat was cut short however as she felt her hove get caught up mid stride, yet her body continuing to move forward. Looking down, she had expected to see her hoof tripped against the edge of the canal, but it was instead caught in a heavy metal rope stretched out across her path, and she could barely make out small, purple-ish and stealthed figures below holding the rope from the cover of buildings!\n\nAs she realized what was happening, and gravity took hold; there was only time for one thought.\n\n\"Oh crap!\"\n\n*CRASH-THOOOOOOOM-BOOM!\"\n\nWith a resounding, earth-shattering crash, the giant, towering and winged demoness who had just recently gotten off her butt and onto her feet, found herself now falling face first and firmly faceplanting the other end of the canal in yet another crash that caused a heavy carpet of dust to rise over the district!\n\nAs the dust slowly began to clear, Malizia pulled her face out of the ruined cobblestone street, using her hands to push her top slightly up from the ground, and stared forward, only to see standing before her; a tall, white haired Night Elf, dressed in the usual elaborate, finely furnished but also almost non-existent armor of Sentinels; Serphia, who was pointing a single curved elven blade up at her!\n\n\"You stumbled right into my trap, didn't you now?!\" Serphia exclaimed with unabashed pride, a wide, shining grin across her purple lips!\n\n\" ... seriously... ?\"\n\nMalizia, on the other hand, seemed less impressed. Or rather, her red, demonic face was contorted into that of yet another, deeply unimpressed frown as random bricks of cobblestone fell off her cheeks. She didn't know which was worse, the pun made by Serphia, or the fact that it seemed to have flown right over the Captain's already tall head!\n\nIn the meanwhile however, Serphia's silvery eyes would trail down from Malizia's face and onto a Mei who had also faceplanted the ground not far from Malizia's head, slowly recovering, and then over to a disheveled looking Aleena halfway out from between the voluptuous orbs that was Malizia's chest; the tiny figure of the human Liaena desperately clutching onto a strand of Aleena's vibrant, purple hair.\n\nA frown of disapproval passed across the Captain's face at the sight.\n\n\"And you guys can stop playing around any time now... \"",
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] | Sharon stood behind and watched in a ceremonial pose from the ruined tower walls; hands folded together at his midriff and his silver battlestaff leaning against his shoulder; as he watched Mei dart off across the rooftops in a fashion Sharon would only have been able to describe as akin to a hero taken straight out of a marvel superhero comic book strip... if the High Elf even knew what either 'Marvel' or a 'comic book strip' was.
It was quite majestic, really.
However, Sharon knew that the whole trick was simply one dispel magic spell away from turning from cool and epic into a slapstick case of slamming hard face down into the cobblestone streets below in a really nasty fall!
Still, Mei didn't need to know that either.
"I suppose I should let her have her fun. Besides, if she falls, she's such a big girl that I'm sure she'll be fine."
Sharon thought to himself with a warm smile, watching Mei in just the same way as a parent or teacher would watch a little, over-enthusastic kid play around with a chemistry set that they had no idea how to actually use; but that little detail didn't stop the fun!
"I think we ought to join the fun, Vashi." Sharon finally concluded, turning to give the tall Night Elven mage next to him a look.
"We can catch a cab below in the district and drive from there. Common sense says that if the citizens of the mage district have half the self-preservation instinct that they should have, we are bound to find a couple of abandoned carriag,-"
"Not so fast, High Elf! You are not going anywhere!"
Another female voice sounded, as suddenly the shimmering flat circle of a portal was conjured out of thin air in the room they were standing in in the mage tower. As Vashi and Sharon turned to look, they could see a bright, blue portal that had just appeared out of air; out from which stepped a human female garbed in a heavy, thick layer of silk and velvet cloaks trimmed with layers of fine gold threat and jewelry hanging and jingling at from the edge of the fabric, causing her whole dress to jingle with every step she took. In her hand was a tall, bronze staff, and atop her head was an almost 3ft tall, thin canonical hat. Her face was mostly hidden behind a heavy, jewelry adorned veil, but she shared out at the two with two amber colored eyes amidst a toned skin.
"Surprised to see me?" Kalyssa asked with what Sharon knew to be a grin beneath her heavy veil, as the woman motioned towards the portal behind her, where Sharon could hear the clanking of heavy plate armor and boots emanating from within.
"A pity your overzealous knife-eared bodyguards have just left you all alone. I brought some friends along to make sure you played nice. Call it a gift from your broth,-"
"ALTER DESTINATION!"
Sharon suddenly called out as he pointed his staff at the portal behind a perplexed looking Kalyssa, just as the edge of two swords became visible on the other side. In an instant, the portal vanished, closing itself and disappearing. The tips of two longswords that had just managed to cross through the portal had been neatly severed and were lying on the ground, and for a moment, Kalyssa just looked dumbfounded as the sorceress stared back at where her portal; and reinforcements; had just been.
" ... "
"Sorry about that, I am just not a fan of gifts from family members and relatives that I don't really like."
"WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!" Kalyssa exclaimed, the smugness and confidence now completely absent from her tone!
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MEN?!"
"I just sent them on a small detour... "
Sharon shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back once more and resting his staff against his shoulder, before he threw a casual glance and comment over at the Night Elf standing next to him, Vashi.
"And that's why I don't like to use teleportation and portal spells on an active battlefield." | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"It's stopped pursuing us\" the Captain snapped, in a tone that mingled relief and frustration as he tugged on the Gryphon's bridle. \n\nKathlin peered back at the scene. It did not look, all things considered, to be what could be referred to as an ideal scenario in any sense. Malizia had managed to crush an entire block of houses and cause a miniature tsunami. Serphia had arrived on the scene. And the large Draenei had taken umbrage at the situation. \"Oh dear. That's not good\"\n\n\"The church had a plan, yes!? To get that creature out of the city??\"\n\n\"Yeeeess\" Kathlin said doubtfully, after a moment. While technically Liaena could be considered to be 'the church', practically speaking it was a stretch to say the least. Her hesitation was not lost on the Captain, who glowered at her. \"You said the paladins ordered this!?\"\n\n\"Er, yes, they'll approve\" Kathlin said hastily, before pointing back at the carnage behind them. \"We need to go back. I've got an idea\"\n\n\"….\"\n\nThere was a moment where the Captain obviously weighed up his odds of going monno-a-monno with the giant demon vs trusting the competence of the bizarre girl sitting behind him. It was a hallmark of the true carnage Malizia had inflicted on the range and file stormwind guard that he sighed, dug in his heels and urged the gryphon back towards the demon. The animal obeyed, albeit very reluctantly. \n\n\"Er, hello!\" Kathlin said as she peered over the gryphon's back to look down at Malizia. They were hovering above her, however just above grababble range. \"Soooo….I don't like this city, do you? I was thinking about going to the mountains north of here. Won't you join me?\"\n\nThe girl gulped as the demon's eyes obviously focused on her, before addressing the Captain. \"Run – er, fly. I meant\"",
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"text": "\"Er, hello!\"\n\n[Insert Draenic Scream of Pure Rage]\n\n*THACK*\n\nMalizia was only given a short moment to glimpse up at Kathlin and open her mouth to grin at her - before with a 'thack' sound a (relatively) small draenei greatsword lodged itself between two of her yellow, demonic teeth!\n\n\"... wheally?\" \n\n\"TENTACLED FOOL - I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS INSOLENCE!\" \n\nMalizia would mumble as she looked down at the fight going on in front of her, as Serphia had drawn one of her sleek, curved elven swords and deftly parried a strike from Mei's own oversized weapon! Serphia, with her long, flowing and snow white hair would go on to exchange a number of lighting-fast strikes with Mei and her sprawling mass of snakes for hair! The Captain received a hoof-kick to her lower stomach that temporarily knocked the wind out of her even through her purple, steel-hard washboard stomach; but she would quickly return by neatly severing the head of three of the snakes on Mei's hair, effectively giving her violent 'haircut' that looked a lot more dramatic than it otherwise should have been due to the Draenei's hair consisting of a mass of living, writhing serpents!\n\n\"I WILL NOT STAND TO LISTEN TO THE VITRIOLIC RAMBLINGS OF AN ANGRY DRUNK WHO THINKS SHE CAN STAND BETWEEN ME AND MY RIGHTFUL KILL!\"\n\nSerphia announced loudly as she took a step back to point the razor sharp tip of her gleaming blade at Mei, now with a good six feet between them!\n\nMalizia, in the meantime, would casually observe the two fighting women whilst curiously chewing on the sword in her teeth, before spitting it out as it landed on the ground, neatly destroying a barrel as the heavy weapon landed on it! Her shimmering and unholy fel green eyes would linger on the back of Serphia and Mei's furious face, before moving to the side to glance up at the adorable, the irresistible Kathlin hovering in the air and about to fly away...\n\n\"She's soooo adorable... \"\n\n... and then back at the two idiots in front of her.\n\n\" ... and they are not!\"\n\nPondering on what next to, Malizia considered whether she should spend her next time hanging out to join in the \"epic\" fight of the two raging meatheads in front of her, or to go with the easier, far more enjoyable act of playing catch with that adorable little Kathlin girl.\n\nIt was an easy choice.\n\n\"Psst, mistress.. \"\n\n\"STAND DOWN AND APOLOGIZE FOR YOUR INSOLENT BEHAVIOR, AND I MAY YET FORGIVE YOU!\"\n\n\"Mistress!\"\n\nSerphia called out to Mei with a volume on her voice that was loud even for the Captain's already large form! All the while, off to her left, one of the sentinels had appeared from one of the alleyways and was frantically trying to get her attention, trying to whisper-shout to her as the Sentinel fiercely motioned towards Malizia - who was slowly getting back up; Aleena(and Liaena) sliding out of her bosom to land on the cobblestone; as the large, red winged demoness stood up to her full height over Serphia; turned around, and with a gleeful grin; threw herself into a wild (and destructive!) chase after Kathlin through another district! \n\n\"OH MY LITTLE BLOODSWORN DOVE, IT IS TIME TO CONSUMMATE OUR ETERNAL LOVE!\"\n\nOne unfortunate Sentinel that had forgotten to let go of the wire around Malizia's feet suddenly found herself pulled out from another alley further up ahead, losing her grip mid flight before being flung through the window of a chocolate shop on the other side with a crash!\n\n\"Mistress! She's escaping!!\"\n\n\"IF YOU DO NOT, THEN I WILL HAPPILY SHOW WHAT A MILLENNIUM OF KELDOREI DEADLY MARTIAL ARTS SECRETS CAN,-... what!!?!\" Serphia continued, before she found herself unable to ignore the yelling of one of her sentinels any longer, only to turn around and see Malizia no longer present; the only things left in the streets being a single, disheveled looking purple haired Aleena, and some groans emanating from one of the shop windows.\n\n\"You!\" Serphia's head immediately snapped back to Mei.\n\"YOU LET HER ESCAPE, YOU FOOL! YOU WILL PAY,- mmmngh... \"\n\nIn a flash, the murderous intent of the Captain's burning, silvery eyes was replaced with a sudden look of satisfaction as Serphia turned her head to look off to the side, lips curling into a coy smile as her wide hips began shifting from side to side.\n\n\" ... mmhm, you'll pay... but later!\"",
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] | "Gyaaaaaahhhh!"
"Say, I think it is time we catch up with your tentacled friend, don't you agree?" Sharon asked with a casual tone as he glance dover at Vashi, before motioning towards the large hole in the tower wall in the vague direction of where Mei had flown off to.
Although he could no longer see the Draenei anymore, he could still easily make out the red, ominous outline of a winged red giant demoness in the distance as it seemed Malizia was once again charging through the city with reckless abandon and not a single care for property value!
"This is not the last you've seen of me, Dal'dieb! You got lucky this time, but let's see if it last the second time!"
Kalyssa said as she took a step back, her heavily adorned robes clinking with every move she made as she raised her hands to conjure a quick spell; all the while sneering at the two elves who seemed for the most part to be ignoring her!
"If you think I will stay and fight, then you ar,-"
"ALTER DESTINATION!"
However, without a word of warning, the High Elf would snap around in a split second, point his silver battlestaff at her, and Kalyssa could immediately feel a headache run through her brain as her control of the spell was scrambled.
"Arrg,-nooooOO *pop*!"
In a magical implosion, Kalyssa would disappear from the room into nothingness, leaving the room once again quiet except for the distant rumbling of a rampaging Malizia.
"Been doing that so many times on students, counterspells and the sort has become almost like a second nature. Sometimes I have to hold myself back to avoid instinctually messing with the spells of my allies and colleagues." He nodded at Vashi before he grabbed her and suddenly pulled the elf after him and threw them both right out into a freefall out of the large hole in the wall!
"Let's catch ourselves a demon!"
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"Alright, lads; go go go!"
In the midst of the showdown on the street with Serphia and Malizia, the air would suddenly grow quiet for a moment before an unntarual gust of wind blew across the street; as suddenly; a shimmering blue magical portal just opened 20ft away further up the street!
With only a moment of warning, a pair of broad shouldered men clad top-to-toe in heavy, burnished blackened plate armor would charge out of the portal; wielding maces and longswords; one of which seemed to have had the tip of his weapon chipped right off; and they were soon followed by two more rows of heavy mercenaries clad in similar heavy armor!
However, the enthusiastic band of overly armed mercenaries had taken but a few steps out of the portal before they suddenly skidded to a halt; glancing around through the narrow visors of their thick helmet in a show of seemingly confusion as they surveyed the street.
"GET 'IM!"
"Wait, where is the High Elf?"
...
"Boss, I think we're in the wrong place." One of the heavily armored mercenaries said to the other, making a gesture towards Mei and Serphia; with the gesture consisting of mostly leaning his heavy shoulderpiece in their general direction!
"All I see is some crazy snake woman you'd think was pulled straight out of an over-the-topic steamy novel, and an elf, but unless that High Elf git we were supposed to get had a rack that could stop a ram, or a set of legs that could kill an ogre; I don't think we got the right one!"
"Where in the blazes are we?!" The other mercenary said, looking about with a sigh of frustration.
"And where is that Kalyssa?!" | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "\"I can't help but think that if I stay here, I will end up sharing space with Falere and Rithrynn. Serphia's butt has its own gravitational attraction\"\nSo were Liaena's thoughts as she clung to the Night Elf's hair like a lifetime, while in the meantime taking the chance to assess her options. On the plus side, Malizia was no longer actively making debris-angels out of the wreckage of buildings around them. Instead, they had the pleasure of a group of heavily armed men who had charged out of a portal to look confusedly around…late to the party obviously. Squinting at their insignias, the girl was unable to immediately make them out. Friend or foe?\n\n\"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!\"\n\n….It would seem the decision had been made for them. Foe, apparently. \n\n\"For the love of the light, I am not staying here until I get sat on!\"\n\nDigging into her pockets, Liaena silently mourned the loss of her satchel – the instigating event of this entire mess – as she finally dragged a small vial out of a pocket. Upending it to down the contents, the girl let go of Alyssa's hair to fall to the floor, growing rapidly as she did so to land neatly on both feet a moment later, normal size – for her – again. \n\nA larger target, perhaps. But at least her fate would no longer involve a new role as someone else bowel stimulation. \n\n\"Captain!\"\n\nSpeaking of which, Serphia was uncharacteristically separate from the current bloodbath now involving Malizia, hanging back from the fight with a far away happy expression on her face. Liaena gave the mercenaries a very wide berth as she headed over, waving a hand to catch the (somewhat vacant) Night Elfs attention. \n\n\"Captain – that demon will be lured out of the city to the mountains north of here! If you follow, you can defeat it!\"\n\nThe girl glanced around her to assess their surroundings. There were currently no signs of the normal Stormwind Guard. Presumably because they weren't suicidal. However with the absence of Malizia and depending on how Mei's recent assault worked up, it was possible someone would pluck up the courage to make a few arrest attempts. \"Also, Captain – the human guards may get in the way if you stay here\"\n\nA further boost to her mood could surely not hurt. The girl eyed Serphia's midriff speculatively, then raised her voice slightly so as to hopefully attract the attention of the elves stuck inside it \"They won't appreciate you the way Rithrynn does\"",
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"text": "\"Elune, I can't believe this. How am I ever going to get out? This is all Li's fault!\" Rithrynn frowned, the furious little warrioress squirming angrily about in the darkness.\n\n\"That's what being a traitor gets you! It's going to be that wretched human's turn soon enough!\"\n\nThe familiar, slightly muffled voice of Falere sounded overhead of Rithrynn. Rithrynn merely growled as she continued squirming.\n\n\"Shut up! With all the ass-kissing you have been doing with Mistress for the past years, you should be overjoyed at where you are... bitch!\"\n\n\"Ohhh you littl,-\"\n\n\"Wait!\" \n\nRithrynn's ears suddenly twitched, as a familiar, though heavily muffled voice could be heard emanating from far away, on the outside. Upon listening closer, she immediately realised it was Liaena's! However, the initial hope that it had sparked in Rithrynn's chest was soon overtaken by a huge frown that suddenly landed on her face, as she heard the rest of it!\n\n\"They won't.... appreciate you... the way Rithrynn does\"\n\n\"Heh, seems your accomplice has finally and inevitably betrayed y,-\"\n\n*KICK*\n\n\"LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!\"\n\nFalere's taunting and gloating was promptly shut down as the now enraged Rithrynn shot a kick right up into the other elf, shooting Falere straight up and deeper than ever into the depths of Serphia's large amazonian butt!\n\n\"LII! I SWEAR ONCE I GET OUT, I WILL SHOVE YOU UP FALERE'S ASS, AND THEN SHOVE HER SO FAR UP SERPHIA'S ASS, NO ONE WILL EVER BE ABLE TO RECOVER EITHER OF YOU!\"\n\nRithrynn screamed through furious teeth as she squirmed and wriggled like mad, trying to get out in a frenzied storm of motions!\n\n*\n\n\"Mmmm?\" Serphia only half registered the approaching human as she addressed her, moving one silvery eye lazily over to look down at the shorter girl.\n\n\"It is I who am in charge here, you better... mhm!\" Serphia's eyes would once again close for a moment as the towering Night Elven Captain suddenly pushed her chest slightly forward, and clenched her large buttocks firmly together around her loincloth as she suddenly felt Falere just thrust herself up inside of her. To the skilled listener, one could almost hear the series of unspeakable but heavily muffled curses from Rithrynn, emanating somewhere deep within Serphia's wide rump!\n\n\" ... hhhh, I can't believe I didn't give you this job earlier... \" Serphia muttered, half distracted, before remembering Liaena, and turned to look down at her.\n\n\"I see your point. It is only fair that I be the one to kill the demon! The situation around here is under control regardless... \"\n\nWith that, Serphia turned to look over at the berserking Draenei and the now terrified mercenaries, just in time to see the heavily plated, and severed, upper torso of one of the mercs fly above them overhead, and land in a bloodied mess on the cobblestone a few feet away.\n\nThe heavy armor of the mercenaries seemed to offer them little protection against the oversized blade of he 8ft tall draenei berserker, and some of the Night Elven Sentinels whom had watched the scene from above the rooftops and had nocked their arrows, slowly seemed to lower their bows. The watching sentinels were apparently coming to the conclusion that the fight was already decided, and that to add arrows would not just be unnecessary, and overkill, but a totally unnecessary overkill beyond what would normally be considered overkill as Meirie was going about like an unstoppable tornado of blood and death!\n\nTo call the whole thing a bloody mess... would be an understatement!\n\n\"Warriors! We are leaving! We have a bigger prey to catch!\" Serphia would take a break from her enjoyment to announce loudly to the rest of her warriors as they dispersed, some mounting their nightsabers!\n\nWith a sharp whistle from the Captain, a huge, black furred nightsaber with a terrified girl bound and tied on top of its back would charge out from one of the nearby houses and skid to a halt on its razor sharp claws next to them.\nThe tall Captain would easily mount the already large nightsaber, before she'd suddenly reach down and grab Liaena by the collar before effortlessly plopping her down between herself and Silje!\n\n\"Please! Let me down, let me down! I don't want to go on this ride any further!\"\n\nSilje desperately pleaded from right behind Liaena, although Serphia firmly ignored her, instead giving Ripfang a firm command as the large nightsaber began to leap and bound through the half-destroyed city streets, the initial momentum almost threatening to throw Liaena right off, if it had not been for the other human girl tied and bound behind her to stop her! Serphia, on the other hand, would also inch a little back, her large rump now firmly smushing Liaena between herself and Silje!\n\nAs they rode through the city, following the literal trail of destruction left behind by the over-eager giant demoness that was currently chasing Kathlin like a dog chasing a butterfly, the Captain would tilt her ashen her slightly as she looked back at Liaena(or what she could see of the little human) with one silvery eye. \n\n\"Say, human... \" Serphia started, but between the clear enjoyment that the Captain was taking from the bouncy ride; thanks to the 'extra passengers', there was an obvious sound of hesitation in the Captain's voice for whatever she was about to ask. \n\"This demon was your fault... do you have any ideas on how we are to take her down?\"\n\n...\n\n\"Let me emphasise that I, as a devoted warrior of the goddess, am fully capable of doing this - alone if need be, but... if you have any suggestions, I might hear them out... !\"",
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] | The spinning wheels of the cab were jumping up and down against the rough cobblestone of the streets of Stormwind as it raced through narrow streets that were in various states of disrepair and devastation, some parts of Stormwind having been lucky enough to be spared the worst of Malizia's clumsy rampage.
"I swear, the last time we encountered a giant demon, things didn't turn out THIS bad."
The High Elf manning the reins of the cab thought as he lashed his whip out above the galloping horses, quietly observing his surroundings on the mad chase.
"I guess that's the reason why the good big monster stories always take place in a city."
"KRYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The High Elf recognised the crazed scream of unconfined fury. A scream so wild that it could come from only two sources that he knew of, the first one being a wild, uncontained housemaid that hadn't been paid for four consecutive months straight, and the second being Vashi's assumed girlfriend, the Draenei berserker Mei.
And the High Elf felt a degree of confidence that it was the latter, for he hadn't had a housemaid in at least two years, and most acts of vengeance tended to happen within the first 12 months.
"A-hop! *SNAP* I think we found your hero, Vashi!" Sharon called out to Vashi who he had placed in the cab as he raced forward, cracking his whip with renewed vigor over the horses as they galloped through the streets.
It did not take long, however, before the High Elf would arrive at the scene of the ongoing carnage, the first thing he noticed being the blood splattered pavement and the scream of a defeated mercenary.
"WE'VE BEEN BROKEN! RETREAT! EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!"
Sharon barely managed to brake in time as he saw a terrified man clad in heavy, darkened plate armor scurry madly across the street, throwing his weapons and helmet away as he was in full retreat; his facial features a mix of horror and complete panic!
Stopping the cab was easier in theory than it was in practice however, as the hooves and wheels would slide dangerously far on the blood soaked streets as the whole cab made a dangerous sideways slide into the street, before coming to a stop!
It was then the High Elf saw Mei, the Draenei berserker covered in blood and gore and surrounded by a scene of utter carnage.
"Oh... "
For a brief moment, there was a visible hesitation in Sharon's expression, as he temporarily questioned whether this was indeed the Draenei he was looking for.
However, before anyone else could act, he decided to cast a simple spell by tapping his staff on the back of the cab, causing the side door to open and revealing a concerned Vashi sitting inside.
"Quick, get inside the cab!" Sharon called out as the High Elf held the reins at the ready.
"We got to catch the demon!"
He paused, noting the blood, before adding.
" ... and there is a towel in the back if needed." | true | 1 |
Sinerathin | Sharon Daerin'Lei | Race: High Elf
Age: 235
Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved.
Biography:
A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels.
His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery.
His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard.
During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south.
The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran.
Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war. | [
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"text": "Mei exhaled, her breath heated so much that it almost condensed the moment it hit even the warm air. Her eyes were focused, but had a mad like sesnation to them as they danced across what once was a company of mercenaries that had the bad luck of appearing near her from a portal and mentioning needing to deal with a high elf. Mei's already crazed psycke back then just connected the dots with pure instinct and there she went as a calamity upon them. \n\n Blood was dripping off her body as she stood as stone statue for a moment, her sword frozen in her grip. She had decimated pretty much everyone and currently her blue skin was covered in so much red splatter that she almost seemed as red as Malizia herself. Her eyes were quickly drawn off to the side of a carraige arriving and Sharon showing up. She blinked, her snakes also blinked as she suddenly hurled herself in that direction, landing on her feet just in front of the carraige's door by Vashi. She now once more had her twin swords as she had grabbed her second one once more during her dance of death with the mercenaries. Her expression still apparead crazed as she looked at Vashi, but it softened somewhat as she closed her eyes for a moment. THe muscless on her face relaxed, her features turned less sharp and the opressing air around her lessened.\n\n \"Vashi...\" She mumbled stepping into the carriage, her swords dropping into it's floor as she crumbled onto one of the seats. Her breathing was slowing down now, her demeanor turning slowly back towards her usual one as she kept her eyes closed and her body relaxed.\" Just hit me with a splash of water... It will wash all the blood and frankly this carriage is already beyond recovery.\" She stated to her adorable night elf mage and shoed to the window of it to inform Sharon.\n\n \"It appears your human girlfriend has formed a plan to lead Mali out of Stormwind by using bait... I was also going to lead her out of the city, but Serphia and her cheerleaders screwed up and made me fall off Malizia. I kept htem occupied while the humans pulled hte demon away though... THe captain managed to chase after them while I was dealing with those mercs that portaled in...\"\n\n \"I'm ashamed to admit it, but when the mercs showed up and revealed their intentions, I switched to obliterating them in my rage, leaving the sentinels on second plan. My apologies...\"",
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"text": "\"Let me emphasise that I, as a devoted warrior of the goddess, am fully capable of doing this - alone if need be, but... if you have any suggestions, I might hear them out... !\"\n\n\"Well, don't I feel special\"\n\nLiaena bit her tongue to refrain from the instinctive pithy comment, while reminding herself that this was what passed for diplomacy in the land of Serphia. Evidently Rithrynn and Falere between them, were doing wonders for her temperament. \n\n\"…How would I destroy that demon?\"\n\nThe girl's only experience of fighting gigantic demons had come from that incident when they had travelled through the ghost woods and fell afoul of Sharon's Ex. Liaena herself had taken on the creature then, she recalled. It had been an eventful journey. \n\n\"The best way of getting rid of it is to have Sharon, Vashi or some other mage open a portal to a different dimension\" The girl finally said after a pause. \"They'll need to be a powerful mage to create anything large enough, and you'll still need to shove the demon in somehow….\"\n\nLiaena hesitated, as she allowed her mind to continue along this natural train of thought. Behind her, the sounds of crying, terrified Silje were very evident. \"….or make them go…\"\n\n\"….ehhh, that'd be kinda mean. Even if she did work with the white hand\"\n\n Looking back at Serphia, Liaena gave the back of the Night Elf's head a hard stare as she continued. \"Currently, regardless of skills you're going to have problems pushing that demon around when you are so much smaller than her. I might be able to fix that for you\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"….But!\" Liaena was quick to continue as she held up a finger – just stopping short of poking Serphia's backside authoritively. \"If I was to do that, in return you'll agree to not attack any humans, or draenei, and stay outside of the city until I've given you the antidote. Is that fair?\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"I might even be able to extract Rithrynn if I'm really luck….although I'm still not sure she deserves it\"",
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"text": "\"If I was to do that, in return you'll agree to not attack any humans, or draenei, and stay outside of the city until I've given you the antidote. Is that fair?\"\n\n\"What makes you think I would continue the demon's rampage after tossing her useless ass through the portal?\" Serphia would be quick to inquire, turning around to narrow a silvery eye on the non-terrified human passenger behind her, before turning her focus back on the road ahead as they raced through the streets on the back of Ripfang!\n\n\"Well, I may stay around after the fight a little bit, but only for poses and that to show off my awesome victory... but, alright human! We have a deal... 'Liaena'!\"\n\n*\n\nThe simple matter of outrunning the crazed, giant demon on their heels(wings) would prove to become only more difficult for the gryphon riders the longer the chase went on!\n\nAlthough Malizia's 'romantic enthusiasm' had neither faded nor grown, having stayed on its usual extreme level, the ex-draenei-now-turned-demon's control over her new size was seemingly improving! The constant tripping, falling or inadvertent barrel-rolls that had previously characterized Malizia's wild chase earlier(and which had had -devastating- consequences for Stormwind and its citizens) was much less prevalent now than earlier! Malizia had become a lot more used to her new size, and had even managed a few seconds of sustained flight during some jumps! \n\nIt was still not perfect however, as Malizia had still in one instance ended up face down, ass up in a failed flight attempt and against the side of a solid wall instead! \n\n\"Sweetness, you don't have to be in such a haste!! If you want to go to the mountains, I can carry you there!\"\n\nMalizia called out in her demonic yet forlorn voice as she more leapt and bound right behind the low flying gryphons. A big, red clawed hand swooped down right next to Kathlin and the Captain's gryphon, merely missing them with a few feet thanks to the Captain and his mount quick dodge!\n\nAnother Gryphon rider was not as lucky as both she and her mount vanished into the grips of one of Malizia's greedy, grasping hands, the demon stopping to open and inspect her hand like a enthusiastic little child who had just picked a lottery ticket - only to frown heavily upon finding out that the catch was not her beloved Kathlin; toss the disheveled gryphon and rider aside, and continue the chase!\n\nThey had already reached the outskirts of the city; the gryphons flying effortlessly over the wall, whilst Malizia more like threw herself halfway over the wall(and the guards on the wall threw themselves off to save themselves!).\nNot far behind, a pack of converging Sentinels riding atop of their nightsabers flooded out through the abandoned gatehouse and up through the more narrow mountain passes in pursuit of Malizia's red flailing tail and gigantic butt as it escaped up the mountain pass!\n\nThe nightsabers, although they might not match a horse in sheer speed in a plain, wide open field, more than made up for it with their dexterity as they were easily able to climb the uncomfortable slopes and rocks that characterised the mountainous terrain, leaping from rock to path and charging upwards muddy inclines!\nIt was a bouncy and rough ride for both rider and passengers as they charged up, down and sideways, but Serphia seemed very happy with the route, smiling and looking quite distant the entire way.\n\nBut instead of charging straight at the demon, Serphia brought her warriors and their mounts around and up onto a mountainous plateau overlooking the path through which Malizia chased the Kathlin-bait!\n\nAs the Night Elves reached the top of the plateau and slowed down, Serphia was still lost in her deep smile, taking a few seconds to 'calm down' before she glanced over at Liaena.\n\n\"I hope your friend stops the chase soon. We don't need her to drag the demon all the way to Khaz Modan!\"",
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"text": "\"Well... \" \n\nVashi responded as she fiddled gingerly with her staff in the cramped confines of the carriage as the blood caked Draenei stepped into it, her snakes-like hair now taking up almost half the space within the chariot.\n\n\"The laws of the cosmos would have it that if you didn't deal with those mercenaries now, they would become a problem that would come to bite us in the butt later.\" The mage explained with a soft smile as she seemed to have finished scribbling a rune on her staff, before suddenly aiming it at Mei.\n\n\"Just close your eyes for a moment!\"\n\n...\n\n\"Anun oDeli aqua voosh!\"\n\n*PPFFSSHOOOOOSSSHH!*\n\nIn an instant, the shimmering blue crystal on the tip of Vashi's staff would be turned into a high-powered water hose, showering the entire Draenei warrior in a high powered sideways shower! Red colored water burst out of the back of the carriage, popping out the back window in the process as Mei was soaked from top to toe!\n\nThe whole spell lasted only a couple of seconds, but by the time it was over, half the interior of the chariot was dripping wet. Whatever blood may have been on Mei's person was now long since gone, alongside a couple of years of grime and dirt that may have gathered in the more minute crevices of her armor and clothing. Mei's snake hair, which had previously been writhing in every direction, had now been neatly combed backwards by the water blast.\n\n\"There, good as new!\" Vashi said with a small smile as she eyed the draenei warrior across from her with a look of satisfaction.",
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] | Sharon passed a casual glance over the grizzly scene left behind by Mei's rampage, half of the street now having gained a distinctly red paintjob.
"I hope no children stumble across this scene before the cleanup crew arrives. It might mentally scar them for life."
"There is no point in crying over spilled milk... " Sharon commented as he swung the whip overhead and cracked it, sending the horses of the carriage to charge forward.
"Let's go find them, I don't want to leave them to fight alone against the de,-"
*PPFFSSHOOOOOSSSHH!*
Sharon's eyes widened as the entire carriage suddenly rattled as a flood of water just shot out from the back of the vehicle! Risking a glance behind during the high speed ride of the carriage, Sharon saw that fortunately, the carriage was still intact regardless of whatever magical shenanigans the Night Elven mage had just pulled!
"Is everyone okay back there? You know, there are cleaning spells that are both less dramatic and just as effective." Sharon commented, before turning to focus on the chase.
Finding the Night Elves was something the High Elf had long since given up on. However, finding Malizia was a lot easier, thanks to the not-so-subtle fact that Malizia was also a 50+ft tall giant demoness, which meant that Sharon could easily make out the top of her red wings over the rooftops in the distance, or at least the giant clouds of dust that were pumped up into the air as a byproduct of the demon's mad chase!
Following the demon through the city and out the gates was relatively easy. None of the guards who'd usually stop him to ask about his carriage license or speed limit were currently out, seemingly not wishing to get in the way of the rampaging demon, a move for which Sharon really couldn't blame them.
The real challenge came however when they reached the mountainous roads outside of the city.
Sharon could see the the tail-ends of some Night Elves riding atop of Nightsabers as they rapidly disappeared up into the mountainous pass ahead!
"It seems we are catching up to Serphia and her girls!" Sharon called out to the passengers in the back of the carriage as he cracked his whip once more; a hint of enthusiasm coloring the tone of the High Elf's voice; and the horses pulling the carriage charged upwards across the narrow mountain path ahead. However, the incline was a lot steeper than previously anticipated, the ground muddy, and the carriage obviously not designed as an all-terrain vehicle!
They had barely gotten a hundred feet or so up one of the steeper parts of the narrow path before the carriage slowed down drastically, and slowly but steadily, started sliding back down despite the best efforts of the horses in front.
" or not... " Sharon commented, a distinct look of dismay forming on his face. | true | 1 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"Rithrynn, wait!\" Sharon called out to Rithrynn as she raced down the tunnel after her Captain like a rocket hamster fueled on an illegal amount of caffeine. But there was little chance of ever getting her to listen, as Rithrynn had already disappeared around the next corner twenty yards ahead with the speed of a bullet, leaving Liaena and Sharon alone with a rather disgruntled looking Shani, who seemed none to pleased to be left behind by her sisters.\n\n*\"Dear light, they're like wild dogs who had just seen a cat... oh woe!\"*\n\n\"Mister Sharon; forgive me if this may be a bad time to ask this... \" Lord Greymoon started with a careful voice, as he peered over the shoulders of Sharon and Liaena at the tunnel into which Serphia and the vast majority of the sentinels had just disappeared into in their chase after the assassins.\n\"But... did your bodyguard just leave us?\"\n\nSharon didn't answer at first. Instead, he just grimaced as he leaned against Shani who was standing right behind them.\n\n\"Well, technically, they're not really my bodyguard. Officially... \"\n\nThe High Elf started, trying to come up with a decent explanation, but suddenly shook his head.\n\n\"They... argh, yes. My bodyguard just abandoned us, I'm afraid.\"\n\nSharon gave Liaena an apologetic look, before casting a glance up at Shani, whose eyes glared back at the High Elf like diamonds taken from the deepest, darkest flaming pits of the Nether.\n\n\"Well, except you of course. Thanks.\"\n\nHe quickly turned away from Shani again before the Sentinel could come up with an excuse to hate him even more, returning his attention to Liaena once more. Sharon looked over his battered lover. She had taken the worst of the grenade, with bruises and scratches. An obvious need for severe dis-infection considering their current whereabouts even if there were mostly just scrapes.\n\n\"Can you run? We ought to follow them. The sewer is huge. Even if they get the assassins, they might get lost down here.\"\n\n---\n\n\"Move you dogs, they're coming in fast!\" Donald cried out as the three men ran as fast as they could through the sewer. Any idea to take breaks at each corner and take potshots at the Night Elves had been completely discarded in favor of running as fast as they could, with the Night Elves closing in behind them and fast.\n\n\"Ye don't say! There real mad now!\" Smokey laughed while dropping bombs as they went in hope of slowing the Night Elves down.\n\n\"We're here. Split up!\" Sevarian, who was running ahead; suddenly called out as the three assassins crossed a last corner and arrived at a plateau across a larger open space. They were in an underground brick cistern, with a small lake filled with pillars and small walkways. There was also one stair leading up to a hallway above them, and another entrance leading into a darker path to their right.\n\nThe three assassins immediately dispersed, heading each their own seperate direction. Donald raced down into the darker path to the side, while Sevarian sprinted up the stairs to the level above.\nLastly, Smokey ran as fast as his short legs could carry him out across the thin sidewalk leading him through the cistern. Short of the numerous supportive pylons around him, the area above the water was completely exposed as he tried to make his way through the murky water on a collection of worn brick walkways and makeshift bridges consisting of wooden boards.\nThe water, although it may once have been used for drinking; was muddy and grimy, filled with all manners of filth and decay that had been washed into this dead end of the sewer.\n\n\"Bloody 'ell, why do I always end up with the worst deal? Cursed death trap, this is!\" Smokey mumbled to himself as he did his best not to fall off the slippery ledges, with the occasional bubbles coming up from the water below him.",
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"text": "\"RITHRYNN! COME BACK! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE PROTECTING—\" Liaena screamed desperately after the Night Elf as she lunged forward to disappear around a corner and out of sight, paying no heed whatsoever to her words or Sharons. \"….Sharon\"\n\n\"…\"\n\n\"Great. Just *great*.\" Liaena seethed. She shot a furious glare at Shani, who matched her one for one with a horrible glower right back. \"It's good to know you people don't play into Sherpa's hand**at all**. I marvel at your strategic brilliance\"\n\n\"Li!\"\n\n\"Because this totally isn't exactly what he wants – alright, alright. Fine, Sharon\" Liaena swallowed down the rest of her rant as her boyfriend gave her a pleading look. Turning to Sharon, she graciously refrained from pointing out all the many and varied ways she had warned against employing the Night Elves. From the apologetic expression on his face, he clearly knew anyway. Although assuming they actually survived this incident, Liaena fully intended to bring it up later when discussing the long term employment of Serphia. \"I can run. Let's go\"\n\n*\n\nIt took several minutes of desperate running through the sewer, with Shani pointedly jogging exaggeratedly effortlessly beside them before the tunnel opened out a massive cistern. Three exits, multiple scorch marks on the walls, no Night Elves.\n\nHalting in the entrance to the cistern, Liaena took the opportunity to catch her breath as she bent over and put her hands on her knees. The multitude of scrapes and cuts, some superficial, some deeper that she had taken in the explosion were throbbing, and she was pretty sure she was getting a stitch. At the very least she was doing much better than poor Lord Graymoon, who was by this point a deep rich magenta in the face and by far the slowest member of the party.\n\n\"They…they came through here…at least\" Liaena remarked as she eventually caught her breath. Looking over to the most unruffled member of their party, she caught the eye of the grumpy Shani. \"I assume you can track them?\"",
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] | "Mistress! They split up!" A sentinel called out as they rounded the corner. Serphia stopped, her boots skipping a couple of inches across the slimy floor before coming to a halt. The Captain looked at all three entrances with an infuriated look.
"Rithrynn, get the dwarf. Dilai and Vhensi, take that route!" Serphia pointed in the direction that Donald had taken, before turning back towards the stairs leading up.
"Me and Vashi will kill their sorcerer!"
"Yes Mistress!"
"They won't escape!"
With that, the Sentinels split up and ran each their separate ways. Serphia rushed up the stairs with Vashi right behind her. Two of the other sentinels charged into the doorway that Donald had taken, hot in pursuit. Meanwhile Rithrynn jumped out to the nearest walkway in the cistern, rapidly following the narrow walkway. It was easy to see where Smokey had gone, as the dwarf had left quite a disturbance on the dusty, molded ground, making Rithrynn's hunt all the more easier for her.
It didn't take long until Rithrynn finally spotted the short stature of Smokey trudging clumsily along the narrow sidewalk of the cistern, about thirty meters away.
Without a shout of warning or any intention to give the dwarf a chance to stop on his own, Rithrynn immediately raised her bow with an arrow in it and took aim at the oblivious dwarf. Crouching down, she took a moment to control her breath, before quickly letting go of the arrow, allowing the serrated arrow to speed through the cistern as it headed straight for Smokey!
"And first blood goes to... "
*
"What?" Shani's jaw dropped for a moment while she glared back at Liaena, as if she had just asked made the most retarded question of the millenia. Scrambling through a couple of words, Shani stepped forward.
"This is... of course I know how to find my own warband! ... I'm not stupid!" Shani answered quite brazenly back at the human. It was almost hard to tell what was worse, getting stuck guarding the ungrateful, short round buffoon of a human, or attending Naliyah for a party.
The Sentinel turned to gaze around them, at the various different corridors and entrances.
"They split up. Two went up the stairs. Two went in there... " Shani motioned towards the darker pathway.
"And one went across there, along with a fat, short one."
Shani said as she at last pointed out at the greater cistern, which was truly a maze of pillars and water as far as the eye could see.
"But with how slow you are, they could be miles ahead... " The Sentinel concluded, throwing the rest of the group a rather disappointed stare. The idea of being stuck with the group was starting to bite on her nerves as the Night Elf folded her arms, attempt to channel any ounce of tolerance and patience that she truly didn't have in order to last in the presence of the insufferable human. She could partly accept the existence of the High Elf, whom despite his flawed race had offered room and shelter. The human on the other hand was loud and obnoxious, and the Night Elf found herself slowly fantasizing about ways to possibly remove the stunted human without making too much of a fuss.
"Since you are too slow to catch them, we should wait here. They will eventually return to this point. Sei fenar Li'o bale, Capi o'noor mefai, allahn'ai svol.(and if she has any mercy on me, my captain will return soon)." Shani said with an apathetic look on her face, secretly holding a prayer to herself that the wait would not be too long. | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"She's wrecking them all!\" The shadowy figure next to Sevarian exclaimed as the men looked down into the darkness, where Serphia; supported by Vashi's magic; was making short work of the necromantic creations and skeletal aberrations.\n\n\"I am thoroughly disappointed by your handiwork, student! This is a terrible way to impress your teacher!\" Sevarian complained, before stepping closer to the edge.\n\"Staff!\"\n\n\"Yes, Master... \" The shadowy figure mumbled as he departed further back into the corridor, only to return shortly after with a black wooden staff adorned with a green gem at the shaft.\n\" ... and I'm telling you, I would have done better if you had given me proper tools to work with, not just animal bones.\"\n\nSevarian ignored the last statement, as the shadow mage was already preoccupied with an inaudible incantation of his own. As he focused on the killing ground below, he suddenly extended his arms to either side; before a piercing shriek penetrated the whole room and the tunnels beyond. All around the two Night Elves, the scattered bones of their undead foes that they had defeated suddenly began to move and float around; until they were reshaped into their previous designs, restored in form and power. For every skeleton that Serphia trashed, two more were conjured from the heaps of bones to take its place.\n\n*\n\n\"Liaena, are you alright?\" Sharon asked as he made the last leap onto the platform of Rithrynn and Liaena. The banshee had long since fled the cistern, disappearing into the shadows after its contact with the sanctified dagger. Walking towards Liaena, Sharon knelt down next to her to look over her. The girl herself seemed to be just fine, short of a small cut in the ham and some bruises and pale skin around her neck after the banshee. And, of course; the fact that she was covered in sewer from top to toe.\n\nTurning towards the Night Elf who seemed hardly touched by the experience in the sewer short of a few drops of sweat, Sharon threw Rithrynn a grateful smile.\n\n\"Thanks, Rithrynn. You arrived just in time.\" Sharon said. Right now he was just grateful that Liaena was unharmed and still very much alive. The fact that Rithrynn, and her sisters had mostly abandoned them earlier was a topic for another time; once they were safely on the surface, preferably back at the mansion and sharing a warm cup of tea.\n\n*\"Speaking of the mansion, I can only pray Serphia's sentinels haven't torn it down by the time of our return... \"*\n\nLord Greymoon, who had taken the long trip around as the old man had little desire to attempt to make a leap like the much more fit Sharon, finally arrived at the platform where he approached the trio. Gazing down at Rithrynn and Liaena, he smiled, before focusing on Liaena.\n\n\"You may keep the dagger, young Lady Rune.\" Lord Greymoon said as he motioned towards the truesilver dagger that laid on the floor.\n\"I think you need it more than I do.\"\n\nGreymoon turned to Sharon.\n\n\"If your brother had wanted it so, I would have been dead by now. I fear that his mercy does not extend to you two.\"",
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] | "Where's Serphia and the other elves? …Don't tell me you split up with them, too"
"Eehhmmm.... maybe?" Rithrynn mumbled, hesitating slightly as Liaena's look grew both darker and more disappointed by every passing second.
"Orders were orders, you know... the assassins split up. I went afte,-"
"Thanks, Rithrynn. You arrived just in time."
Spinning away from Liaena like a fox attempting to escape a forest fire, Rithrynn turned to face the High Elf and beamed from ear to ear as she accepted his praise. Any second she could delay having to give the bad news to Liaena was worth it!
"No problem, Shaw!"
Slowly turning back to Liaena, Rithrynn peered at the little human for a while. She had an eerie feeling that the human was currently holding a lot of pent up frustration and resentment directed at her, and Rithrynn was not too keen on potentially throwing more fuel on the fire in the case of Liaena by confirming her cynical expectations. But she could not just sit there and smile at her all day either...
"We split up in three groups. I went after the dwarf. He died further up in the cistern. Serphia and Vashi went after the mage, and,-"
"Rithrynn, what are you doing over there?!" Suddenly sounded a new voice as two sentinels came walking out of one of the corridors and into the corridor, dragging with them the rather disheveled assassin, Donald. But as they stepped out into the crossroad, one of the sentinels suddenly became aware of Shani who was sitting against the sewer wall a few meters away from them, looking pale as a ghost.
"Shani!" One of the Sentinels suddenly exclaimed, leaving the assassin with her sister before rushing over to Shani to check her vitals. Shani appeared to be fine, minus the shock that she seemed to have experienced that left the otherwise proud sentinel rather speechless at the moment, simply staring blankly out in the sewer as her mind tried to recollect itself and piece together what had actually happened earlier with the banshee.
"What in Elune's ass happened here?!"
"Ahem, I can explain!" Rithrynn said as the Night Elf walked towards the edge of the platform to face the direction of the crossroad across the murky pond, but was suddenly interrupted by a shrilling shriek that echoed through the many corridors of the sewer, emanating from the tunnel that Serphia and Vashi had entered earlier. It immediately caught the attention of every single sentinel in the vicinity, as they looked frantically around in an attempt to locate the source of the unnatural noise.
"Uhh, I think that might be coming from the way Serphia went... " Rithrynn mumbled as she peered back at Liaena and Sharon.
" :.. and it didn't sound good!"
*
Meanwhile, back at Serphia and Vashi; the battle was raging for full.
Sevarian's magic had turned what would otherwise have been a relatively even matchup in Serphia's favor completely around, as the two Night Elves found the skeletal minions coming now faster than they could destroy them. The large skeletal beast was still around, though dragging itself by the floor after its legs had been crushed by the Captain earlier.
Vashi flung around; shattering a skeletal minion to splinters. But as she did so, another one charged at her from behind, ripping into her leg with its razor sharp claws and digging a stinging wound down her leg.
The Night Elven sorcerer let out a shriek of pain, before summoning a wave of arcane magic to push the skeletal beings away from her. But they just seemed to recollect themselves, before coming at her yet again.
"We can't kill them all!" She cried out to Serphia. The Captain was holding her ground for the moment, but becoming increasingly strained with the increase in foes. She had already sustained a number of smaller wounds and bruisers throughout the fight from the skeletal horde, but was still fighting at full form.
"Kill the Necromancer! Kill the Horde!" Serphia called out as if it was pure instinct. Slashing a minion in half with her sword, the Captain turned around and suddenly sprinted towards the small alcove above where Sevarian and his apprentice stood and watched.
Vashi struggled to keep up, barely dodging a ravenous fiend as she lounged forward in an attempt to keep up with her Captain.
Casting a brief spell of levitation on her Captain, Serphia suddenly jumped almost a dozen feet up into the air; assisted by the gravitational-cancelling effects of Vashi's magic. Soaring towards the small balcony, she faced her shield forward as she was about to land; her sword forward in a position ready to thrust and butcher the two men as soon as she touched the surface where they stood!
"**ANAR BELENAR FARTAI!**" | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"Shani, get up!\" One of her sisters called out to her, but Shani barely seemed to even respond. Her eyes drifted back and forth as she observed her surroundings in a dull, uninterested manner. It was not until she heard Liaena's voice that Shani's ear suddenly twitched.\n\n\"SHANI!! YOUR MISTRESS NEEDS YOU TO FIGHT ALONGSIDE HER RIGHT NOW, SO GET MOVING! ARE YOU A SOLDIER OR NOT!?\"\n\n\"What did you just say?! ... \"\n\nShani's eyes suddenly regained their focus and zoomed straight in at the insolent little human across the cistern! Standing up so quickly that she almost knocked her sister over, Shani glared back at Liaena and pointed her finger threateningly at the human girl. The earlier shocked Sentinel's eyes had gone from bleak to now burning like fire, apparently ignited by Liaena's audacious words!\n\n\"If you say one more word, your friends are gonna have to dig you out of one of these sewer tubes by the end of the day! So shut it!\" Shani said threateningly. Being possessed by a wicked spirit had been a terrible experience, but by Elune she was not going to let it allow herself to be insulted by a mere human!\n\n\"She seems fine.\" Rithrynn smiled to herself as the group made their way over the cistern and back onto the crossroad, before she suddenly began to pick up speed\n\"We need to check on Serphia. Hurry!\"\n\n*\n\nSerphia slammed on her back down against the cold, hard sewer floor, her fall being followed by a 'crack' of bone breaking!\n\nFortunately, however, it had not been one of her bones that had broken, but rather just the femur of a skeleton that she had landed on. That being said, landing on a heap of pointy bones had not been a very comfortable experience either!\nSerphia quickly rolled forward and sat up, moving one arm behind her back to pull out a broken bone that had plastered itself onto her back. Her body was aching from top to toe after being hit by the dark spell, and she felt a stinging stab of pain in her lower chest where the bullet had entered. Deep, purple blood had left a clear mark on her clothes around the wound.\n\n*BOOM*\n\nAn explosion could suddenly be heard behind her as the bone wall that had been erected at the entrance to the room was shattered to pieces, and Rithrynn, Sharon, Shani, Liaena and the rest of the sentinels swarmed the room - hacking down whatever skeletal creations that still remained.\nBehind them came a last sentinel, dragging Donald who had yet to offer much resistance whatsoever against his capture.\n\n\"Cursed ape.\" Serphia muttered under her breath as she studied her own bullet wound, her hand a little shaken after whatever curse Sevarian had cast at her. This was not one of the Captain's proudest moments as she sat on the floor, not at all.\nShe had been bested by a degenerated monkey, who had gotten away with his life still intact from this insolence no less! Although Serphia was grateful for the cavalry that had just arrived, no matter how late they had been; it was no less embarrassing to be found wounded and beaten on the floor. At least she was surrounded by enough piles of bone to prove that she had not gone down easily.\n\n\"Mistress, are you alright?!\" Rithrynn called out, and Serphia turned around, giving her sentinel a rather displeased look in return.\n\n\"Better than the idiots who thought they could stop me... \" Serphia said as she peered around in the room. Vashi was struggling with a skull and jaw of what seemed like it belonged to a horse that had locked its teeth around her boot, and Vashi was kicking it around in an attempt to get the body-less undead off her.",
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"text": "\"Better than the idiots who thought they could stop me... \"\n\n*\"That sounds about right\"*\n\nLiaena thought as she studied the mounds of bones that littered the floor. Tracking with her eyes were the piles were thickest up to where a balcony was built out of the wall above them, she eyed the trickles of deep red blood that were running down the side and dripping down onto their level. Stepping back to get a better look, her hopes faded into nothing as she picked out a tuft of brown hair, and clearly humanish features.*\"Dammit\"*\n\n\"Hey, was there anyone else in here?\"\n\nThis question was directed at Vashi, who had disentangled herself from the horsehead and was busy bashing it into non-animation with the end of her staff. Glancing at Liaena, her interests in playing up the magnitude of the host they had quelled clearly overwhelmed her sensitivities in talking to a human. \"Ohhh, yeah. They ran in fear rather than face the wrath of my Mistress. Human filth, fel na-thar!\"\n\n\"Uhuh\"\n\nCupping a hand around a bleeding injury on her chest, Serphia was clearly injured and pretending that she didn't care. Liaena walked over to the elf to stop in front of her about a meter away, just about out of grabbing range. Looking at Serphia she studied the elf's body language carefully, ready to beat a rapid retreat backwards if she spontaneously decided to make a lunge for her. \"I could take a look at that for you\"\n\nGiving the growing spread of blood a pointed look; Liaena looked up to meet Serphia's eyes and raised an eyebrow at her. From the glare she received in return, it was probably a massive elven faux pas to insinuate that the great and powerful sentinel captain was even capable of shedding blood, much less to a mere human. If that were in fact true, Liaena couldn't bring herself to care as she spread out her arms in the universal 'shrug' motion. \"You know.*If*you want me to.\"",
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] | Serphia glared back at Liaena's offer of help with utter suspicion, eyeing her as if the human had just offered her a cup of poison.
"Ehh, I can fix it." Vashi suddenly intruded as she stepped up to the two women, before tilting her head over to Liaena.
"But I would work better with an assistant. And I have no medical supplies."
Vashi explained as she motioned towards her garbs and armor, which consisted little more than enchanted trinkets and the occasional sheet of scribbles.
"I can help too!" Rithrynn exclaimed!
"NO!"
"NO!"
The Sentinel's offer was immediately shot out of the sky by both Vashi and Serphia simultaneously, at which point Rithrynn slowly lowered her hand as she cast a shy look at the group, before stepping back and turning away.
Serphia bit the inside of her cheek as she gazed at the pair. She didn't like mages. She didn't like humans. Yet they were the only ones she had to really help her in the situation. The last thing she wanted to was having to enlist the aid of Rithrynn or any of the other sisters in the room. Honest and loyal as they may be, when it came to first aid or even medicine in general she'd rather rely on a blind ogre! The latter would probably be considerably less painful as well.
*"I really can't leave the wound. Not here, in a stinking human sewer."*
"Very well." Serphia finally said, a sense of hesitation in her voice before the Captain stood up and walked over to a fallen rock to sit down on it. Vashi quickly stepped over to her Captain, pulling Liaena with her. The Magi placed herself strategically next to the Captain where she was least likely of being hit by any of Serphia's knee jerk reaction when they began. Serphia unbuttoned her silk adorned woolen coat around the wound to give Vashi and Liaena access to the wound.
"What weapon?"
Vashi asked as she peered at the wound, as deep purple blood was still gushing out of it.
"Firearm. The coward's weapon, of course."
"Yes, I know. It's a dishonorable weapon." Vashi said with a sympathetic voice as she brought up a dagger, summoning a small flame under it to heat it up.
"At least they cannot hold more than one bullet, and are slow. Imagine if they could ever hold more than that; it would be the day all skill and dignity disappeared from the world!"
Suddenly pausing, Vashi peered at Liaena.
"I'll cast a magnetic spell to pull the bullet out... "
"If you pull out anything more than that, I WILL kill you, Vashi... "
Vashi's eyes twitched towards her Captain at the sound of her warning, though her head stood facing Liaena nonetheless. It was no secret that Serphia had never been a great fan of magic users in general, and considering that she was about to receive a medical treatment by a mage and a monkey, it was safe to assume that the Captain was anything but thrilled at the situation.
Eventually returning her gaze to Liaena, the Magi continued.
" ... I'll pull it out. Once I do, you help me with the wound. You have some bandages and antiseptics, do you?" | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"You have some bandages and antiseptics, do you?\"\n\n\"Yes\"\n\nUnrolling a roll of bandages from Sharons supply as she spoke, Liaena was studying the wound closely, looking back at Vashi at her suggestion. Producing a pad of cotton wool, she dripped some liquid from a bottle onto it carefully, which promptly began to smoke. \"Fine…just don't overdo it. Else we'll be picking the bullet out of*you*instead\"\n\nThere was a stifled snort of laughter from an eavesdropping Rithrynn at**Liaena**telling somebody not to 'overdo it'. Liaena shot her a half-hearted scowl in response, before returning her attention to Serphia sardonically as Vashi readied her spell: \"Just stay still….and this'll only hurt a lot\"\n\n*\n\nWith a*ping*, a small shard of lethal metal ripped itself way free to shoot off at considerable velocity and embed itself into a wall somewhere. In very much character with her grizzled determinator persona and to her credit, Serphia didn't make a sound. As blood gushed forth Liaena slapped the cotton pad on and applied pressure, causing it to hiss and smoke even more enthusiastically. Exactly what the 'antiseptic' was, few could say. But it certainly hurt….more than a lot.\n\nAs the hissing slowly ebbed away, so too did the flow of purple blood now soaking through the pad. Liaena applied another pad of cotton wool on top of the first one, pinning it to a bandage which was then wound around Serphia's midriff, covering the wound several more times before finally being tied off. Liaena fumbled with the ends of the linen slightly in her grubby fingers before managing to tie a knot as she looked up at Serphia with a smile. \"You should probably change these when we get out of here, but the wound's clean. Not so bad, was it?\"\n\nLooking at Serphia's face, Liaena noted the slightly red glint in her eyes as the elven captain stared balefully down at the tiny human.\n\n*\"Not sure if going to get punched…or not\"*\n\n\"Nothing a seasoned Veteran like yourself couldn't handle, I'm sure\"",
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"text": "While the main center of attention in the room was centered around Serphia and the healing act, Donald peered carefully around from underneath his hood. He was still being held by one of the large Night Elves, but had chosen to remain weak and not attempt any resistance. There was no reason to give his captor any reason to increase the strength on her grip on him unless he knew he could get away.\n\nThe assassin managed to observe that the Night Elf's attention seemed to be mainly focused on her Captain, and not on him.\nThe door was not too far away either, as the sentinel who was holding him had been last into the room, and only taken a few steps away from the door.\n\n*\"You won't get any better chances than this to escape, Donald. Who knows what they did to Esmeralda? I can't let them take me back!\"*\n\nGently fiddling with his wrist, he managed to conjure a small glass bottle from his sleeve and push it out into his hand.\nMaking a final, careful observation of the crowd in the room to make sure that no one were suspecting him; he uncorked the bottle and dropped it.\n\nA loud 'hiss' could be heard as the contents of the bottle contacted with the air. Before the Night Elf holding him had time to look down, the glass suddenly exploded in a cloud of thick, orange smoke that made it hard to breathe and caused her eyes to water on contact.\nUsing the distraction generated by the smoke bomb, Donald suddenly burst into action and tore himself out of the Night Elf's grip. He closed his eyes and mouth as he ran through the dissipating cloud, but he had memorized every step they had taken into the room; and finding the door was easy as the assassin leaped through it and dashed like mad down the stairs.\n\nThe sooner he could get to the tunnels below, the sooner he could escape the crazy elves!\n\n\"**Maybe another time, Sharon! Haha!**\" Donald called out as he ran down the stairs, exhilarated and chock full on adrenaline after his escape attempt seemed to have worked! Now he just had to disappear!",
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] | Serphia had not emitted as much as a slight grimace during the healing process. But when her eyes eventually returned to Liaena after having been gazing past her and Vashi, they looked bloodshot past their silver shimmer.
Although her face was cold and hard as steel, every single muscle of the Captain's body was tense, much to the dismay of Falere who at the moment probably didn't feel much better than Serphia herself. Even though Captain gave no obvious sign of immediate discomfort, it was pretty clear that from the lack of words all her energies were focused on not showing any weakness in the presence of Vashi and Liaena.
"You probably want to take it slow from now on. The wound needs rest, and we need to keep it clean for the regenerative salve to be applied once we get back." Vashi tried to explain to her Captain, but it was all for naught when the assassin in the custody of Sentinel Leila suddenly wrestled himself from her grip and fled. When she saw this, Serphia immediately bounced off the rock to stand up, knocking Vashi over in the process.
"**STOP HIM! KILL HIM IF NECESSARY!**... owwwh."
Donald's audacious escape attempt had caused an immediate reaction from the other elves in the room; as their necks immediately snapped around as they turned to see Donald escape through the fading gas cloud.
The looks on the elves face carried a strong reminiscent to that of a line of war dogs that had just seen a cat sprint away!
Although Serphia had seemed like she was about to charge after the fleeing assassin herself, she instead leaned back towards the wall; holding a hand over the bandage with a slight grimace on her face.
"Ash fe'Nar belenar, O dei!**SHAAAAAAI**!" Sounded a combined warcry from Rithrynn, Shani and Leia as all three sentinels immediately charged after the assassin through the cloud that was now almost gone. With weapons drawn, swords glistering with sharpness and cruel arrows at the ready, the sentinels charged full of zeal down through the stairs after Donald, hellbent on capturing him on the Captain's orders.
"Y-you mustn't move about so much, mistress!" Vashi stammered as she scrambled to her feet after having been knocked over, the Night Elven magi throwing her Captain a look of concern.
"Let your warriors do th,-"
"What are you, the master of the obvious?!"
The Captain sneered angrily back at Vashi, clearly unhappy about her current situation. Eventually; after having just barked Vashi down; the Captain's eyes drifted over to Sharon, as she had noticed the gash on the High Elf's hand.
"And shouldn't you be tending to the High Elf's wound now? I said we'd keep him alive, and I don't intend to change that now." | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "Liaena scooted over to plant herself firmly in between Vashi and Sharon, giving the elf a glare cold enough to freeze the sewer as she turned to look at both of them. \"No, that's okay. **I've got it\"**\n\nAlthough no harsh words were being flung as of yet, Liaena was not-so-subtly fuming to herself as she turned to Sharon and unrolled another length of bandage. Instead of using the acidic concoction she had unleashed on Serphia, she smeared a greenish tincture into the underside of the cotton pad after a long, close look at the injury to check for any diseases or poisons that could be taking effect. This felt chilly, and slightly slimy, but no burning pain. \"Possibly, a better way of keeping him safe would be to**stop sending his bodyguards to chase shadows like crazed lemmings\"**\n\n\"Li…\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, but you abandoned him earlier? Remember!?\" Liaena brushed off Sharon's beginning attempts at damage control to take a half step towards Serphia as her voice rose in anger. \"You let everyone get split up, probably exactly as they had planned. You nearly got killed, and so did he. And now we were finally together, you send them all off AGAIN! FOR**ONE**HUMAN! One. Normal. Human.\"\n\nLiaena's voice had dropped to an angry hiss as she paused over her final sentence. \"One human. Meanwhile we have an undead, a ghast, whatever it was that beat**you**up and a death knight all gunning for Sharon. You're injured, so is Sharon, Vashi's one mage and I don't know what you expect me to do. I thought you were supposed to be a*tactician*\"",
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"text": "\"I thought you were supposed to be a tactician!\"\n\n*\"Oh no.... \"*\n\nSharon's skin gained a slight pale tint as he followed the heated argument between Serphia and Liaena. Although the High Elf agreed with Liaena's points, the human girl's way of conveying her message was unnecessarily colorful. As much as her emotions may have been justified in the greater scheme of all things, they were not helping the diplomacy one bit.\n\n\"Ahem!\"\n\nThe High Elf stepped forward, walking up besides Liaena and placing one arm around her shoulder as he gazed up at Serphia. The Captain's gaze was usually not warm or comfortable, but right now; it was utterly chilling, and it felt as if it pierced right through his mortal body and into his soul!\n\n\"What she means to say is that she appreciates your work. But, she is still shaken after having almost been carried off by one of the corpseless dead.\" Sharon explained as he motioned towards Liaena.\n\"But now we should get out of here. And would it not be better if we stayed together? One assassin isn't truly worth risking the whole group's safety, don't you agree?\"\n\nWhile Sharon and Serphia were talking, Greymoon had walked up to the spectating Vashi. The old man motioned for the elf's attention.\n\n\"Greetings, noble Kaldorei. If I may ask for a favor. I am in need of your power.\" The old man said, before he turned and pointed up towards the balcony that Sevarian and Serphia had fought on earlier.\n\"Could you help me get up there? I wish to see what is up there. If you would be so kind... \"\n\n---\n\n\"Light curse me!\" Donald hissed as he glanced behind him, only to see three Night Elves closing in. They were fast, and their long legs were catching up to him rapidly. The assassin was agile, leaping across small rocks and obstacles as he escaped through the tunnels. But the Nigh Elves were not sluggish either, and seemed as unhindered as himself by the environment in the sewer.\nHe was running through a maze of narrow corridors, barely tall enough for the Night Elves to stand in without crashing their heads into the low corridor roof. The stone walls and floor was slick, filled with various assortments of slug and fungi that decorated the corridors.\n\nDonald took a quick turn to the side when the another tunnel appeared to the right, escaping into, with Shani and Leia hot on his heels.\n\nBut as Rithrynn was about to charge in after her sisters, a figure suddenly appeared further up in the corridor where the tunnel split in two. Stepping out from one of the tunnels was a silver haired man wearing a black, silver trimmed shoulder cloak over a black coat. His hair, much like his skin, was pale as snow, and ran down to behind his neck. He appeared to be a High Elf, judging by his pointy ears and slim figure.\n\nAs he passed the corridor leading to Rithrynn, Sherpa turned around to see the Nigh Elf. His blue, greyish eyes met with hers, but remained motionless. The High Elf didn't seem to react to her presence at all, as he merely turned his head back to the corridor ahead and walked away, until he disappeared out of sight again.",
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] | Vashi had been watching the conversation when Greymoon suddenly approached her, asking her for a lift. At first, the Night Elven Magi wasn't sure; but as she saw the temper of the debate rising, Vashi realized that the less she had to do with the conversation between Liaena and the Captain, the better!
"Oh, I can!" She quickly said, turning to face the human noble. Pointing her staff at the man, she muttered a short enchantment, and suddenly Lord Greymoon would himself being raised up from the ground as if by invisible hands.
Controlling the spell with her staff, Vashi pulled the human up into the air and moved him carefully over towards the balcony before she cancelled the spell, allowing the old man to land safely on the ledge.
Meanwhile, at the actual conversation; Serphia's face looked nothing but outright offended, as if the intrepid little human had just called her very honor into question. Glaring down at the human with eyes burning with righteous anger, the Captain stepped forward as well. The Captain towered over the short human girl, dwarfing her presence in the room with that of her own.
"Are you calling me reckless?" Serphia asked as she glared down at the human. Any attempt from Sharon to defuse the situation failed as Serphia seemed to ignore his very existence at the moment. It seemed like in Serphia's world, the only two things that existed right now was Liaena, and her divine resentment towards the former.
"I have known war for over a millennium - something your short lived human brain cannot even begin to comprehend. I have fought against degenerated beasts, hellish demons, the undying legions of the scourge and the savage animals of the Horde. And in every single fight, I have endured."
Serphia leaned forward, lowering herself a little as to peer down into Liaena's face.
"I know how to gauge the enemy. We may have suffered injuries, but they have lost scores of their own. I know how you humans think. You like to sit in your stone castles, avoid conflict whenever possible, and avoid the killing ground. Your unwillingness to risk danger is the reason your kingdoms fell. It is the reason why you never managed to exterminate the orcs. You may know the importance of defense, but you have no notion of attack. If you do not finish your enemy, it will run away, lick their wounds, and come again. Again, and again, and again."
Serphia glared at Liaena, before standing back up again.
"I will get out of here. Don't give me any reason to regret that decision."
*
Rithrynn immediately saw the mysterious man at the end of the corridor and spontaneously raised her bow and arrow at the ready to fire. But that was when she suddenly catched a glimpse of the elf's face, and recognized who it was!
*"By Elune?!"*
In that moment, every single thought in Rithrynn's head had immediately evaporated when she recognized that it was Sherpa, and her heart skipped a beat.
The Nigh Elf merely stared in surprised as Sherpa for the few seconds he was visible, before he disappeared around the other corner. It was not until he had done so that Rithrynn suddenly let go off her arrow without a thought, letting it fly through the air and pin itself into the bricks of the wall behind where Sherpa just had stood. It took a moment for Rithrynn to realize what had just happened, or that she had even fired off an arrow for that matter.
"Shani! Leia!" Rithrynn called out into the tunnel where her sisters had previously gone in pursuit of the fleeing assassin, but she got no response. They were probably far away already in their hunt for the assassin.
At that moment, the Night Elf felt a strong sense of ambivalence. A part of her itched to pursue Sherpa through the tunnel. But another part of her wanted her to follow her sisters instead, which would probably be a lot safer.
But if she did, she would also lose this potential opportunity. She had not seen Sherpa in ages, and she had so many questions! What was he doing in the sewers? Was he involved with the assassins? Was Liaena right?
RIthrynn wasn't even sure if what she had seen was real, or if she was just imagining things, but she decided against her better instincts to follow.
For all she knew, it might just have been another one of the assassins she had mistaken for Sherpa. In any case, she did not intend to take any unnecessary risks and placed another arrow into her bow before she quickly walked down through the sewer tunnel in the direction that she had last seen Sherpa go. Sherpa had been walking after all, so she should be able to catch up with him shortly. | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "Serphia looked like she was on the brink of exploding in Liaena's presence. Fuming with rage, she suddenly launched her arm forth like a cannonball, grabbing Liaena by her collar and lifting her up from the ground.\n\n\"I have had it with your insolence**you little shaine o'ferarn! Dain!**\" Serphia sneered as she shook Liaena back and forth around in the air.\n\nBut the Captain's attention was suddenly diverted from the helpless human and onto the High Elf as Sharon ignited the unholy ritualistic circles spread out across the room.\nThis sudden act of magic seemed to shock the Captain as her jaw dropped for a moment.\n\n\"What are you doing, Quel'Dorei!?\"\n\nSerphia suddenly let go of Liaena, allowing the human to fall down to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Her chainmail may have been a boon against an attack, but it did not help very much against the forces of gravity. Rather, it was perhaps the opposite, as she crashed into the floor.\n\nWalking over to Sharon, Serphia threw him an angry look.\n\n\"What is this supposed to mean!\" The Captain demanded to know. It was one thing to tolerate magi. It was a completely different thing to tolerate magi who cast dangerous spells around her without as much as giving her a warning!\n\"This place is cursed! Leave it!\"\n\n*\n\nRithrynn immediately spun around, but froze in her track when she suddenly recognized Sherpa.\n\n\"Sherr?!\" She gasped. Accidentally letting go of her arrow, it immediately flew straight past Sherpa's head, the wind from the arrow gently pulling some of his hair back as it passed no more than a few inches away from him.\n\n*\"Daaarnnnn it… \"*\n\n\"Uhm… sorry, I shot yo-, no, I mean, sorry. I did not intend to do that!\" Rithrynn was quick to explain as Sherpa stared in the space next to his head where the arrow had just passed. Had he merely been standing a few inches to the left, it might very well have traveled through his skull!\n\nPlacing her bow around her torso, Rithrynn took two steps forward towards the High Elf, before pausing.\n\n\"Sherpa… what are you doing here?\" Rithrynn asked with a bewildered look on her face.\n\"Are you… are you in league with the assassins?!\"",
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"text": "It was with a fairly loud, slightly metallic*crash*that Liaena hammered into the floor, just as the room lit up with the intricate runes and damned inscriptions carved and painted into the stone tiles. The light shone between her fingers and through her palms, lighting up her face in a ghastly green glow.\n\nLiaena froze. A scream that began in her lungs, got caught in her throat and was nothing more than a strangled squeak when it finally left her lips. Sudden, irrational terror was filling her up but she couldn't seem to find the ability to move as horrified eyes scanned the runes lining the edges of the pentacle she had been unceremoniously dropped into. Some of them meant absolutely nothing to her, others she found that she immediately understood. Those would be the ones that she remembered drawing.\n\nAs vague memories flashed through her mind, Liaena was suddenly absolutely convinced that she had died once in a damned ritual circle just like this. More than once. Twice, three times, more times than she count. Every memory was from a different place, with different people and different circumstances, but they all had the same paralysing terror attached to them and ended with a flare of agony –\n\nWhile her mind was busy getting underway with a massive freak-out, her body had finally managed to receive the order to*move*and reacted accordingly. Liaena shot to her feet, backpeddling away from the green mist until something behind her got in her way, which in this case happened to be a giant mound of cow bones that she then fell over. Falling backwards into a heap of leg bones and cloven hooves, the green lights vanished at nearly exactly the same time as the result of a much-pissed Serphia and a chastened Sharon, returning the room to its original gloom.\n\nSitting on a rib cage, Liaena found that she was shaking like a leaf. Her hands were trembling uncontrollably as she reached up to shake knuckle bones and teeth out of her hair, then went down to fumble with her satchel and pull a vial out of it. The memories were much less vivid, but they were still there in the background, like an unpleasant childhood memory that you tried not to think about. Liaena tried not to think about them.\n\n*\"They're not mine. Not mine. Not mine.\"*",
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"text": "\"Do not worry yourself, this is just a simple, harmless survey spell, Captain. Not a,-\"\n\n\"**Turn it off!**\"\n\n\"Alright, alright.\" Sharon eventually decided, not wanting to get into an argument with Serphia. Ceasing the spell, the runes and circles that had once appeared all around them vanished just as quickly as they had appeared, and the room turned back to its original state.\n\nLooking around at the others in the room, Sharon realized that the spell may not have garnered the best of wishes from the magic phobic Night Elves, all of whom seemed rather upset after his little act. Well, all except Vashi, who almost seemed fascinated, for which she should probably feel lucky that Serphia had her back turned to her.\nBut the spell had also had another benefit, as Serphia had at least left Liaena alone. Something that made Sharon feel justified in scaring the entire room, at least. It was all for a good goal, which raised it above a childish prank.\n\n\"Greymoon, take whatever looks valuable and bring it with us. We will leave as soon as possible.\" Sharon called out to Greymoon, before the High Elf turned and walked over to the pile of bones where Liaena was lying. It almost looked like a horrific version of a balloon chair where she sat in the pile of bones.\n\n\"Liaena, are you alright?\" The High Elf asked as he approached the human, as the girl seemed to be fiddling frantically with a potion of some sorts. Leaning forward over the heap of bones, Sharon extended his hand to help her up.\n\"Let's leave this place, shall we?\"\n\n---\n\n*\"That was... more exciting than I'd have wanted it to be... \"*\n\nSherpa thought as he silently gazed in the direction that RIthrynn's arrow had flown. The only thing worse than a gook with poor trigger discipline was a gook with poor trigger discipline coupled with excellent aim!\nBut even though Rithrynn had been mere inches from impaling his head with another one of the Night Elves ridiculously oversized arrows, Sherpa shrugged it off. It was not like Rithrynn had loaded another arrow into her bow yet. What more harm could she do?\n\n...\n\nThat might have been a foolishly naive question, Sherpa suddenly realized..\n\n\"There are a lot of things going on, Rithrynn... \" Sherpa slowly began to talk in a calm voice, despite almost having died a second ago.\n\"But, here; I lack the time to tell you, I am afraid.\"\n\nTaking a few more steps forward, Sherpa now stood right in front of Rithrynn. Staring at her for a moment, the High Elf suddenly let forth a smile as he looked up at the tall Night Elf.\n\n\"It is good to see you again, Rithrynn.\"",
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] | "It is good to see you again, Rithrynn."
Rithrynn peered back at Sherpa, unsure how to continue.
This was after all a den of villainy and thievery, populated by cut throats, rogues and assassins. Not to mention the walking dead and spirits of the damned.
Even though Rithrynn could convince herself with a little stretch of her imagination that Sherpa did not have anything to do with the mentioned former, she found it much more difficult to absolve him of any connection to the latter.
After all, he was a Death Knight.
And Stormwind did not have a large population of dark practitioners, at least as far as Rithrynn was aware.
Yet, then again, this was perhaps a chance for her to solve all their problems?
Lowering her arms, Rithrynn eventually smiled back at Sherpa. Despite the circumstances, the unanswered questions and the suspicion, Rithrynn felt her old feelings for the man resurface as he smiled at her.
Without a warning, Rithrynn suddenly lunged forward and grabbed the High Elf, giving him a steely hug as she squeezed him against herself.
"I'm so glad to see you too!" | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"It is good to see you again, Rithrynn.\"\n\nRithrynn peered back at Sherpa, unsure how to continue.\n\nThis was after all a den of villainy and thievery, populated by cut throats, rogues and assassins. Not to mention the walking dead and spirits of the damned.\nEven though Rithrynn could convince herself with a little stretch of her imagination that Sherpa did not have anything to do with the mentioned former, she found it much more difficult to absolve him of any connection to the latter.\n\nAfter all, he was a Death Knight.\nAnd Stormwind did not have a large population of dark practitioners, at least as far as Rithrynn was aware.\n\nYet, then again, this was perhaps a chance for her to solve all their problems?\n\nLowering her arms, Rithrynn eventually smiled back at Sherpa. Despite the circumstances, the unanswered questions and the suspicion, Rithrynn felt her old feelings for the man resurface as he smiled at her.\nWithout a warning, Rithrynn suddenly lunged forward and grabbed the High Elf, giving him a steely hug as she squeezed him against herself.\n\n\"I'm so glad to see you too!\"",
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"text": "\"Damned humans, they call this tinkering!?\"\n\nMitonk hated tinkering after Humans, they couldn't get anything right he thought looking at the large and bulky contraption that was several times too large. If a Gnome had done it, it would be smaller and more efficient. Now he was stuck down here in the sewers having to fix some idiots mistake and the the sewage was rising at what seemed to be a noticeable level.\n\n\"Lets see what we got.\"\n\nPulling out is tool box and Gnomish army knife, with every single tool and swirly known. Plus a few extra's of his own. Examining several of the levers hitting a few with his wrench, and few more times. Scratching his goatee and then a sudden light bulb went off. Jumping up trying to pull the outtake lever down. Hanging several inches of the ground trying to pull it down jerking with his minuscule weight.\n\n\"Infernal contraption.\"\n\nLetting go he went down flipping the magnifying lenses on his goggles up to investigate further. Utilizing his Gnome army knife pulling out his poking stick. Poking around both sets of gear boxes to see what the problem was. One major part is the idiots had lubricated the gears and its was grinding the gears shut. Poor lack of maintenance seemed to be the most logical conclusion that Mitonk came up with. Of course if was Gnomish it would last without maintenance throughout the ear and keep going.\n\n\"So that's why. They cant check on it and keep it greased. Bah.... Humans so typical sometimes.\"\n\nPulling out of his tool box an odd look cylindrical shaped bronze can, his handy dandy grease in a can. Well grease by products but it worked just as well and it provide some lubrication until he could actually fix the problem. Which would require new gears, new crank shafts, whirling gizmo's, lots of man hours, and who knows what else if there were any more problems. Which he figured that there would be but it was paying a job and he needed....wanted a drink. It would also be his first descent paying one in ages it seemed like.\n\n\"There we go hehe....\"\n\nJumping up grabbing the lever once more, the lubrication worked except the gears were wrong and the passageway for the sewage slammed shut and the back up pressing against the gates. Letting go and trying push it up it was stuck, not budging as the onslaught of sledge kept building up.\n\n\"BACKWARDS! Why in tinkering would they put it BACKWARDS!\" Sputtering out curses in Gnomish. \"I will fix the problem.\"\n\nGrinning ear to ear as the most devious idea slid into his head.\n\n\"This will fix the problem and teach them a lesson at the same time.\"\n\nRummaging threw his tool box looking for specific items, tossing a few peculiar things out with regard of the volatile nature. Climbing the adjacent later down in the sewage ducts, placing four large bronze tubes interconnected by linen fuses. Throwing the end of it back up by his tool box and crawling back up. Re-assorting his Gnomish army knife and his tool box before lighting. Catching a glimpse of figures approaching but ignored if for the moment as a struck the fuse and it started ticking.....fast.\n\n\"Run the other way.\" Mitonk shouted.\n\nWith his tool box in hand running towards the figures and all of a sudden BBBOOOOOMMM!!!. An explosion big enough it rattled the ground so violently that it almost knocked him from his feet.",
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"text": "As Donald was running for his dear life through the tunnels, he could hear the Night Elves coming closer and closer.\n\nReaching a slightly larger main tunnel, he immediately turned right just as an lethal arrow whizzed past him through the air, missing him only by a couple of inches. Yet as Donald lay onto a full sprint down the larger tunnel, he suddenly saw a smaller figure up ahead.\nHe did not have much time to contemplate on the nature of the short creature that he had just seen in the tunnel, before an ear-deafening large explosion filled the tunnels, throwing a shockwave straight through the tunnel, followed by a thick cloud of dust!\n\nDonald stumbled as he was hit by the shockwave, but managed to restore his point of balance just in time to avoid falling as he scrambled along the dirty sewer wall.\n\n*\"What in the light's name was that!?\"*\n\nThe dust that had filled the tunnel made it hard to see more than a few meters ahead of him. As Donald continued forward, he was suddenly able to see Mitonk through the cloud again as the human passed right by the smaller Gnome.\nStaring further up ahead, closer to the center of the explosion, Donald spotted a small hole in the wall that had been opened by the explosion, but was slowly collapsing together with bricks and dirt falling out from around it. In that moment, a light appeared in the assassin's head!\n\n\"Thank you, Gnome! But you should probably run!\" Donald suddenly exclaimed to Mitonk, giving the Gnome a pat on his shoulder just as he passed him. The assassin continued and ran ahead before he leaped through the small hole in the wall, which seconds later finally collapsed and sealed the exit behind the assassin.",
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] | Shani and Leia charged out into the smoke filled corridor in pursuit of Donald, taking the right path as they had seen Donald do previously.
The tunnel was mostly empty, filled only with smoke and loose bricks that had recently been unhearted and thrown about by the explosion. The two Night Elves sprinted for a moment, before they realized that there was no longer any sign of Donald anywhere. The assassin had seemingly vanished into thin air.
"Where did he go!?" Leia asked frantically as she stared down the dust filled corridor ahead.
"Impossible, he can't be that fast!" Shani said, shaking her head in disbelief and confusion.
"Wait, who is... " It was Leia who suddenly became aware of the smaller figure that was standing just a couple of meters away from them. The Gnome Mitonk. In the time it would have taken a Goblin to accept a free gold coin, both of the sentinels had already converged on the small Gnome and surrounded him!
The two large Night Elves towered over Mitonk as they cornered him against the wall, glistering razor sharp swords pointed at his head while they were both glaring down at him with their silvery eyes as if he had been the devil himself!
"Who are you, midget?" Leia asked.
"Are you an assassin?"
"No, Gnomes can't be assassins, they're too short."
"He could be a collaborator. A helper of the damnable apes!"
"Indeed. Why else would he be hiding in this den of corruption!"
"You have chosen the wrong side, shorty!"
"Degenerated trogg!"
The Sentinel, Shani, suddenly reached forward and grabbed Mitonk by his torso, pulling him up and pinning him against the slimy wall while the rather furious Night Elf glared at him. If looks alone could kill, it would have been reasonable to assume that Mitonk would have been heavily on the dead scale by now.
"**Silence is a regrettable sin under the circumstances, midget! Speak!**" | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\" Forth calling me short and a TROGG is the worst thing you could've done\"\n\nThe faces of the two sentinels remained stone cold throughout the Gnome's bold rant. Mitonk's attemps to wrestle with Shani's arm that was holding him was reminiscent to that of a squirrel attempting to bend an iron lamp post.\n\n\" I'm wired with more of that big boom from earlier. Now if... \"\n\n...\n\nIt was not until Mitonk had said that that Shani's eyes suddenly opened wide. The Night Elf looked at the gnome with an expression of horror, before peering down at his torso to see his vest and shirt filled with tubes, packages and various assortments of other gear. This revelation suddenly sparked a paranoid expression on both of the elves faces.\nAn eerie silence fell over the Night Elves and the Gnome for a moment as Shani inspected him, before she suddenly pulled him from the wall!\n\n\"**Leia, ash Fani 'o der Gnom farnor!**\"\n\nShani called out in Darnassian as Leia, the other sentinel grabbed Mitonk's arms as Shani slung the little gnome like a doll through the air. Ignoring any protests from the Gnome, the Night Elves shouted to each other in their elven language as they began to tear the Gnome's equipment and clothes off.\n\nMitonk was stripped down to his shoes and pants. The Gnome's equipment ended up forming a small pile under him at the Night Elves' feet, alongside his toolbox.\nHolding the gnome up side down, they began to shake him around to loosen any items that may have been in his pockets.\n\n\"Take his evil tools, we will use them as evidence!\" Shani ordered Leia, who moved to pick up the Gnome's gearbox, shoving a few of Mitonk's items into it in the process. Shani continued to hold the gnome firmly, before they began walking back the way they had entered.\n\n\"We will see how brave you are when answering to the Captain, midget!\" Shani laughed triumphantly as she carried the Gnome with her.\n\n*\n\nRithrynn peered down at Sherpa, moving her own hand around Sherpa's as he moved it up to her face.\n\n\"But I have so many questions to ask you!\" She said. Although she hated the idea of letting Sherpa go, she also realized that if any of her sisters saw her with the High Elf, hell would open itself in her world.\nOr Liaena for that matter. If the human girl saw her and Sherpa together, whatever sanity Liaena had left would most likely shatter like glass.\n\n\"Do you think we can meet again then?\" She asked, holding Sherpa a little closer.\n\"I don't want to leave you so soon... \"",
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"text": "\"Where do you want this ale and beer?\" This was an important question for Reginald to ask the owner of the Tap 'n' Trap tavern, Ross. This delivery would be the beginning of a great new contract between his Wilco Trading Company and the Tap 'n' Trap. A few of the muscly men he hired to help transfer the good glanced at each other while they waited for their instructions.\n\nRoss grinned heartily. \"Glad you made it early, right this way boys.\" The ex-hunter led the way to where he stored his kegs and the unloading process began.\n\nThirty minutes later Reginald's crew had finished unloading the last of the product and he shook hands with Ross. \"Good doing business with you, I can see that this is going to be a prosperous venture for the both of us.\"\n\n\"Yep. Glad we have such a good deal going between us. My patrons will love this stuff.\" Ross then handed Reginald his payment and made his way back into the tavern which was bustling full of hunters and rangers.\n\nReginald turned to the recently emptied cart. The men he hired to transfer the goods had already left with their pay. He approached his horse and pet her for a little while. \"Been a while since we've been home, eh, Nessie?\" He grabbed her reins and began to lead her toward the Wilco Trading Company's headquarters. Somewhere in this city, Father died, and that left Reginald with an empty feeling in his heart and his entire enterprise.",
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"text": "\"WAaahh! What are you doing!?\"\n\nMitonk knew that they had been allies in the third but the degrading of a Gnome of his tools and holding him with no rights against his will it was an act of lunacy in his mind. The shear volume of tools he had was quite impressive by anybody's stand point but the way they just tossed it around was not good. Some of his things were delicate instruments that he used on a regular basis.\n\n\"Your're stripping me!.\"\n\nHe was being treated like a doll the story of his life, he was gonna teach these Night Elves a lesson when he had gotten back he things. But now he felt naked without all of tools and other items that were on his personal being. At least they were kind enough to leave his goggles on he supposed. Several more items fell from Mitonk when he was turned upside down. Glaring at the Shani and Leia as the proceeded to care him as if he were dead weight.\n\n\"You will pay for what you left behind purple amazons.\"\n\nMitonk was quite agitated that he was taken as a perpetrator to some sort of crime. It was really quite maddening anymore cause it seemed like Gnomes were getting a bad rap for doing nothing to deserve such a crime. His only hope at the moment was convincing this captain of theirs that he wasn't a threat as Shani and Leia perceived him to be but that was a fading dream in all actual reality.\n\n\"It's not bravery its called be bold in the face of those that have no manners I have you know. No wonder you're still stuck with bows. Primitive amazons. Join the modern age already you old bags. You'd be amazed at some of the stuff you're missing out on you big purple apes.\"\n\nMitonk's mouth had gotten him into a few scraps and even though threatening Night Elves wasn't the greatest thing to be doing. It was in his nature to bring out the worst nine times out of ten.\n\n\"Come on where is the captain of your's amazons I don't have all day here.\"\n\nStill insulting them as ever but he really wanted to get out of this mess. Show them the work order and leave. Oh and make them pay for his losses which would be quite enjoyable.",
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] | Shani and Leia followed their own tracks through the sewers as they returned to the summoning hall. Throughout the entire trip the Gnome's incessant rambling continued, his voice echoing in the tunnels they passed, yet the Night Elves seemed to ignore him completely.
They eventually reached the final platform and the stairs leading up to the hall.
Walking up the steps, the Night Elves met Liaena and Sharon standing in the doorway.
"Out of the way! This midget is working with the assassins!"
Shani said, for once not referring to Liaena when she said midget. The two Night Elves pushed their way past the High Elf and human as they entered the room, holding Mitonk up like a prize cattle on display.
"We've captured one of the plotters! We caught him as he helped the assassin to escape!" Shani called out loud triumphantly, gently shaking Mitonk around in the air to garner attention to the gnome while ignoring his pleas and protests. But mostly angry protests.
Serphia turned around to gaze at the group, spotting Shani and Leia with the gnome and toolbox.
Although Night Elves were already quite large by nature, Serphia towered at least a head above her minions in regards to height, and a heavy yet powerful build. With snow white hair and brightly burning silver eyes, she walked over to Shani who was holding Mitonk. As small as Mitonk may have been next to Shani and Leia, the Captain was much more like a giant in comparison to the small gnome.
"I told you to get me an assassin. Not this degenerated trogg creature." Serphia said as she motioned towards Mitonk.
"What happened?"
"This gnome is working for the assassins, he made the assassin disappear in thin air when we chased him! And we almost had him, too!" Shani explained, unceremoniously shaking Mitonk around in the air to get the point across that everyone should be looking at him as he was to blame. | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"Rithrynn will most likely return to this point. If we go looking for her, we risk running in circles\"\n\n\"Buuuuutttt….\"\n\nLiaena hesitated as she tried desperately to find a hole in Sharon's logic. This was difficult, as it was hard to argue with the fact that Rithrynn could be absolutely anywhere in the sewer system at this point in time, depending on where Donald had led her. This of course, did not change the fact that that room was the last place that Liaena wanted to stand around and wait for anyone, anywhere. \"....I*still*think we should go and look for her\"\n\nClinging on to Sharons robes, Liaena gave the High Elf her most stubborn looks. The girl still appeared very twitchy, and one step away from setting off on her fools errand despite all arguments to the contrary. \"She *should*have been back by now. Something must have happened….like an ambush, or Sherpa could have found her. We need to –\"\n\n\"Out of the way! This midget is working with the assassins!\"\n\nAnd before Liaena could finish her sentence, two Night Elves strode past, one carrying a flailing, cursing, naked gnome and the other a huge canvas bag with some wires trailing out of it and behind them along the floor. It was a sufficiently odd sight for the girl to stop and stare at them as they walked by, hardly sparing her or Sharon a glance, as Shani walked into the study and thrust Miltonk into the air for inspection. \"We've captured one of the plotters! We caught him as he helped the assassin to escape!\"\n\n\"….Where's Rithrynn?\"\n\n\"…….\"\n\n\"This gnome was working for the assassins, he made him disappear into thin air as we chased him!\"\n\nNobody was paying her the slightest bit of attention. Shani was remonstrating with her Captain as she tried to play up the importance of her captive. This was proving difficult given that after all, Miltonk was a gnome, and naked, and Serphia's face was looking steadily more unimpressed by the second as Liaena stomped back into the study behind all of them: \"HEY!\"\n\nWith an extremely loud yell, Liaena managed to attract all of the Night Elves' attention for a moment as she glared dangerously at them. The fact that each and every one of them were at least half her height again and armed to the teeth, as usual, didn't seem to matter. \"Where's.**Rithrynn**?\"",
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"text": "Sherpa pondered over Rithrynn's suggestion for a while.\n\n\"That... might actually be possible.\" Sherpa said, throwing Rithrynn a smile.\n\nReaching into one of his pockets, the High Elf retrieved a crumpled note. On the paper was written the letters \"32rd Eternal Sun street, Cathedral District.\". Handing the note over to Rithrynn, the High Elf moved an arm around her back.\n\n\"Come in the hours before midnight. I should be there to greet you.\" Sherpa explained as he motioned towards the note.\n\n\"There, we will have as much time together as you want. I promise you. But for now, I need to leave this place. I think we both understand why.\"\n\nSherpa said, giving Rithrynn a handsome smile. When the Night Elf wasn't coming close to accidentally killing him with stray arrows, she was actually quite cute.",
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"text": "\"Where's. Rithrynn?\"\n\n\"She was with us, she... \" Shani continued automatically, until she realized that her memory bank suddenly held no points of reference to Rithrynn for more than half the chase after the assassin. The Night Elf suffered a mental pause for a moment, staring at Liaena, before returning her attention to Serphia whose face was growing darker and darker by the second.\n\n\"Ehh, Leia. You were supposed to watch after Rithrynn! ... where did she go?\"\n\n\"Me? You never said tha,-\"\n\n\"You were in the middle, dummy!\"\n\n\"We were chasing a speeding assassin! What did you expect me to do?!\"\n\n\"Well, surely you should've realized that she wasn't following?!\"\n\n\"VANEI!\" Serphia suddenly screamed out in Darnassian, immediately silencing the two sentinels as the Captain gave both Leia and Shani a furious look.\n\"**You left Rithrynn behind?!**\"\n\n\"No... \" Shani trembled, slowly holding Mitonk up infront of her as if she was going to use the gnome as a shield against the towering captain.\n\" ... but yes... \"\n\n*\n\nRithrynn's face suddenly beamed up with joy after hearing the possibility of a reunion.\n\n\"That's so great!\" She exclaimed, suddenly hugging Sherpa once again. Fortunately for Sherpa, this hug was much quicker than the first one, and only temporarily disfigured the High Elf's spine as she squeezed him tight.\n\nStaring down at Sherpa for a moment, Rithrynn smiled, before her eyes grew slightly disappointed.\n\n\"I guess I'll have to leave you then... for now... \"\n\n...\n\nAfter a moment of silence, Rithrynn, unable to bear the tension anymore, suddenly lifted Sherpa up into the air to kiss him without a warning. After putting him back down, she stepped back.\n\n\"I promise I'll be there!\"",
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"text": "\"FOR THE LAST TIME DON'T CALL ME MIDGET! It's insulting me enough being dragged around like a doll by stone age heathens.\"\n\nIt was getting old him being called an assassin or one that helped them. But did the elves listen no, they were almost as stubborn as the damn dwarfs. Seeing a Human among the collaboration of purple giants was promising though his situation went from bad to worse as he was thrust in a whole damnable mess of these pointy ear giants.\n\n\"As I said before. I WAS WORKING ON THE SEWERS INTAKE/OUTAKE. ITS DOCUMENTED.\"\n\nMitonk's flailing increased as he heard being called trogg again. It was beyond getting old and it need to stop quicker than a lite fuse. Glaring back at the captain letting her snap some discipline into his captors. It was actually quite amusing considering the circumstance. Chuckling some as he remained dangling as a prized boar.\n\n\"Listen up you purple mess let me go. And I have you know you didn't search me good enough. I could have some spring-loaded doodad or gadget that could spring out of my rear end with bomb. So they didn't do a good job of that. I will be re-compensated for my losses its only fair after you threaten me countless times. Being called a trogg is calling you a satyr so shut your mouths about that its getting old and fast. Lastly...LET ME DOWN I'M GETTING DIZZY!.\"\n\nHoping his little rant would get him down so he could at least stand on his own to feet. Or get him enough attention to make a statement which seemed to be arguing which brew is better with a dwarf.",
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] | Serphia let out a long sigh at Shani's answer. Holding a hand up to cover her face with her palm, she subconsciously cursed the stupidity of her warband. To think that after a thousand years, her warriors were still able to impress her with their idiocy was truly as remarkable and impressive as it was cause to anger and disappointment.
After a few moments of meditation, where the Captain tried to gather enough mental strength to face her warriors again, she turned back to Shani.
"You will take us to the last place you saw Rithrynn. There should be some tracks to suggest where she went." Serphia explained.
"If you do a good job and we find her safe and sound, maybe I will forget this... "
The Captain threw Shani a cold stare, before picking up on the angry rant from the Gnome. In her trepidation, the Sentinel's grip on the Gnome had subconsciously increased in strength, and it certainly didn't look as if Mitonk was taking it well.
"You are still alive. That makes you more lucky than the rest we have met today." Serphia said with a bored voice, before raising an eyebrow at the gnome's statement about supposedly hiding explosives in his rear. The Captain threw Mitonk an odd gaze after that.
"Really?"
...
Motioning to Leia, Serphia pointed casually at the Gnome.
"Search him then. Make sure to do it properly this time."
"Yes, Mistress!" Leia saluted, as the Sentinel dropped the Mitonk's gearbox and walked over to Shani who was holding the little Gnome. As she approached the two, Leia checked the glove on her right hand to make sure that it sat tightly on her hand, before throwing Mitonk a glare.
"If you're hiding anything else, it would be in your best interest to tell us now... "
...
" ... Shani, could you angle him a bit?" | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"Human. I want you to check the human's condition to see if he'll make it. And if you can, turn him into a more portable condition.\"\n\n\"…………\"\n\nLiaena also was staring at Rithrynn with as much shock at Serphia had, her amazement clearly reflected in her huge eyes. After a brief moment in which the Captains order fell on deaf ears, the little human finally switched her attention over to her. \"Uhhhhhhhh…sure.\"\n\nScooting over to Rithrynn, Donald landed unceremoniously in a heap in front of her as the Night Elf dropped him from her own considerable height. This elicited another pained groan from the unfortunate man, and no resistance at all as Liaena started to poke and prod as his ribs and limbs, listening closely for the informative yelps of pain.\n\nKneeling down over Donald and facing away from the rest of the party, Liaena took the opportunity to quietly palm the potion she had put in her pocket back into her hand, uncork it and drink a measure before putting it away again. After around a minute more where she examined the large swollen patches covering his face and forehead, she turned around to look at Serphia and Rithrynn. \"He'll make it….it's nothing but blunt trauma, mostly. I count two, possibly more cracked ribs and a concussion, but no broken bones. Looks like someone slammed him into a wall a few times\"\n\nWhile facing Serphia, Liaena's eyes clearly rested on Rithrynn when she mentioned the 'someone'. Turning back around, she pulled a small vial out of her satchel, before uncorking it, tilting it up and pouring a small measure into the mans mouth. In the next few seconds, Donald started to rapidly shrink until he was no larger the size of a night elfs finger on the floor.\n\nGingerly leaning over and picking Donald up gently, Liaena was about to go for her bag before she remembered that her special jam-jar now had a large hole cut into the side, courtesy of Esmeralda. Pausing for a second, she gave a half shrug as she held her hand up to Serphia with the mini Donald in the palm of it. \"Here\"",
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"text": "*\"Amazing.\"*\n\nSharon gazed at Rithrynn in the doorway, looking thoroughly impressed. The High Elf was relieved to see that Rithrynn had returned, even after her sisters had abandoned her. And she didn't even have as much as a scratch!\nThe Night Elf never ceased to amaze him through her combat performance, or speed for that matter. Being able to hunt down an assassin in the sewer below Stormwind, especially when said assassin probably already knew every tunnel and route unlike her, was really impressive.\n\nBut as much as he was happy to see Rithrynn, his mind returned to the gnome the elves had brought back earlier.\n\nSharon turned around and walked over to Mitonk, who was still recovering from his abuse at the hands of the Night Elves earlier, looking both confused while simultaneously fuming over the personal insult he had suffered.\n\n\"Are you alright, gnome?\" Sharon asked, the High Elf walking up next to Mitonk and knelt next to him.\n\nRegardless of the Night Elves' story, Sharon had a hard time believing Mitonk to be one of the assassins. Not to mention that what threat could the gnome possibly represent after what he had gone through, stripped of all dignity, pride and least of all his equipment and tools?\n\n\"Your name is Mitonk, correct?\" Sharon asked, unhinging his own cloak to offer it to Mitonk who at that point was half naked.\n\n\"I am Sharon Daerin'lei of the Silver Covenant. I apologize for your treatment at the hands of my... protectors. To say that they are a little paranoid would be a grave understatement on my part.\" Sharon explained, slightly tilting his head to the side as he looked down at Mitonk with a sympathetic expression.\n\"Can... can I offer you a meal? I live in the Mage district. To provide you with some food and shelter after what happened today is the least I can do.\"",
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] | "Ehem, I may have gotten a little carried away... " Rithrynn smirked at Liaena's insinuation towards her in the light of Donald's battered condition.
Serphia accepted the now miniature assassin from Liaena's hand, the big Captain holding the tiny figure up in front of her face to study him.
"Well done, human. But I think I will keep this one with me. You have already lost us one assassin in the past." Serphia said with a slightly condescending tone as she turned to look down at Liaena, the memory of how the human had managed to 'lose' them their last prisoner, Esmeralda, still clear in her head. Yet despite that, the Captain moved one hand to ruffle Liaena endearingly in the hair, forming a small smile with her lips.
"But in light of recent actions, I will forget that failure."
Serphia looked content as she stared at her new prisoner. The fact that Donald hadn't panicked yet could suggest that the assassin was still shifting back and forth between dreamland, unable to perceive or realize what kind of predicament he currently was in.
While Serphia turned and walked away from Liaena, stowing her little captive away in her armor, Rithrynn approached Liaena from behind to stand next to her.
"There you are!" Rithrynn exclaimed, throwing one arm around Liaena to give her a small hug, but then suddenly lowered her head down to Liaena.
*"Aren't you worried she'll interrogate him?"*Rithrynn whispered cautiously to Liaena as she looked after Serphia. | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"…it seemed like a good idea at the time, okay? Don't question it.\"\n\nRithrynn's eyes only grew in size multiple times as she stared down at Kat-Liaena with a dumbfounded expression on her face. She knew that Liaena was capable of some pretty stupid things, and that logical thinking was not one of the virtues that the human girl prided herself on possessing, but whatever Liaena was doing now seemed nothing but outright retarded on every single level!\n\nThe Night Elf suddenly lifted Kat-Liaena closer to her eye to get a better look at the tiny human female, to see if her skin color was off or if her pupils were at an unnormal size.\n\n\"How many potions have you been drinking lately, Li?\" Rithrynn asked quizzically as she studied Kat-Liaena in vain for any signs of severe potion, opium or alcohol abuse and ingestion, twisting Kat-Liaena around and holding her up-side-down as she looked for any clues.\nLiaena was an alchemist after all, and the only thing that could explain the little human girl waltzing into a room full of Night Elves and picking a fight in their tournament, short of a complete mental breakdown and abolishment of any sanity that may been left in her skull, could only be severe chemical and drug abuse.\n\n\"I think you really need to cut back on them. They are bad for your health! - and brain.\"\n\n*\n\n\"What did you say about the Captain?!\" Shani immediately sneered down at the little prisoner in her hand, raising him up above her nose. Although the description he had given 'tall and with a big ass' could be very general and not very practical in identifying a single member within the warband, Shani knew all too well who the human was referring to.\n\nFrankly, it was not the Captain's honor she was too worried about. Rather, it was the joy of seeing Donald's face steadily lose any remaining color that amused Shani.\n\n\"You know what, I think you do look delicious... \" Shani said with a wicked grin, before suddenly lifting Donald further up above her head by his cloak. Opening her mouth up, she suddenly dropped the assassin down into it and closed it.\n\nYet, mere seconds after she had closed her mouth; Shani's eyes suddenly flew back open as she immediately raised a hand to cover her mouth.\nThe assassin in her mouth tasted nothing short of vile bile, sewage and feces, most likely from the sewer that they had captured him in! The Night Elf's cheeks immediately turned slightly green, before she looked down and spat the assassin down into her lap!\n\n\"Blaaaargh... eeeew!\" Shani exclaimed, quickly reaching for the nearest wine glass to wash away the horrid taste that had infected her mouth.\n\"You're disgusting!\"",
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"text": "\"wh…what?\" Kathlin gasped as she dangled upside down. The satchel dangled dangerously and she caught it just in time to stop several vials falling out of it and plummeting towards the floor.\n\nDumped back into the relative safety of the palm of Rithrynn's hand, the girl gave a sigh of relief at being on solid-ish ground again. Looking up at her large captor, the Night Elf seemed to be waiting for an answer of some sort.\n\n\"…yes. You're probably right. I*should*cut back\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"….Really?\"\n\n\"uhh…sure. Lets go with that\" Kathlin mumbled. A hand was vaguely flapped at Rithrynn, who looked as if she was about to have considerably more to say on the matter. \"talk to me about this later, okay?\"\n\nIn the short lull in conversation that this remark afforded her, the girl managed to make her way to upright, clinging to Rithrynn's thumb to retain her precarious balance. Around the room, Night Elves were engaging in the sort of festivities that told her that while not entirely stable, Rithrynn's hand was probably the safest place to remain for now.\n\nThe one elf that wasn't involved in a gang or a pair of some sort; Shani; who sat alone in a chair looking deeply aggrieved with the world around her, caught her eye. She was also wearing a black cloak and –\n\n\"BLAARGH!\"\n\n\"Arghhhhhh!\"\n\nKathlin watched, spellbound, as a small, tiny, shrieking human covered in mucus flew out of Shani's mouth. Landing on her lap, he floundered around in the folds of her cloak as he desperately tried to escape.\n\n*\"Night Elves….eat…humans?\"\n\n\"………..\"\n\n\"Okay, that's a bit worrying\"*\n\nTurning back round to Rithrynn, Kathlin suddenly realised she was far closer to her mouth and sharp white teeth than she could perhaps have wished for as she gestured over at Shani, wordlessly asking her to make sense of the situation. \"…what is she doing?\"",
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"text": "Donald lay in a pile of saliva on Shani's lap, covered from top to toe in the stuff as he stared down at his sticky hands. It was hard for him to decide what was worst. A bath in the sewer or that Night Elf's mouth?\n\nBut in all honesty, that was an easy decision: obviously the sewer could not swallow you!\n\n*\"That's it, I'm out!\"*\n\nAt that moment, Donald decided that he didn't want to end his journey in some Night Elf's belly. With no regard for the consequences that might follow, he suddenly kicked off against the cloth in Shani's lap as he launched himself forward in a desperate escape attempt, shambling towards the edges of her lap by her knees!\nBefore Shani had time to move her hand from her mouth and down to grab him, Donald threw himself off her lap and plunged down the fall, bumping against and rolling down along her greaves before landing with a thud down on the soft carpet. Pumped up on adrenaline, Donald immediately recovered and went up on all four; ready to leap away!\n\nA lesser, more foolish man might have chosen to run directly away from Shani, out on the open and exposed spaces of the carpet.\n\nDonald, however, being trained in the arts of escape as he was, knew the folly and promised doom that would result from of attempting such an endeavor. Instead of running away from Shani, he instead slipped right between her legs and beneath her chair; using his small size to his own advantage as he ducked and dived beneath the larger objects of the room.\n\n\"**Hasta la vista, baby. I'm sorry it did not work out for us!**\"\n\nHe yelled back as he ran for all he was worth!\n\nAs he reached the end of the line of low chairs and table, he moved to the side and jumped on top of the ankle of a Night Elf lying on the floor; passing over and along her sleeping body like a bridge before jumping off her head and down under a chair on the side side of the room. Zig-zagging between purple feet and wine bottles, he took a daring escape beneath the tournament table and the dozen of feet that surrounded it in order to avoid Shani, whom by then seemed to be the only elf in the room that had picked up on his escape!\n\n*\"It's all or nothing now... \"*",
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] | Rithrynn threw a confused look down at Kat-Liaena.
Kat-Liaena seemed outright scared and uncomfortable, something that was not a usual sight for Liaena. Usually, Liaena's complete lack of any self-preservation instinct or regard for her own safety left her normally very untroubled. Yet in this moment, the intrepid girl was showing signs of fear all over.
Which was strange, as the only times Rithrynn had ever seen Liaena display any sense of fear or reason for that matter was when someone else's life; particularly Sharon's; was in danger. And reading from Liaena's body signs and her expression of fear, this could only mean two things.
1. Sharon's life was in danger, and Liaena knew it.
or
2. Liaena was currently going on her wildest acid trip EVER following the unwise ingestion of a copious and ludicrous amount of home-made potions and chemicals.
*"She'll be dead before she is even thirty... "*
Eventually though, Rithrynn suddenly picked up on Kat-Liaena's silent suggestion and motion through the room and towards Shani. Just in time to see Donald roll off her knee, where the assassin barely managed to dive under the chair before the steamroller that was Shani launched herself into the floor where he had been less than a second ago.
"Uhm... " Rithrynn said, yet paused for a moment as she followed the bizarre cat-and-mouse scene between Shani and the tiny assassin.
"She is supposed to be guardian our prisoner... "
Rithrynn returned Kat-Liaena's own fear and worry with confusion as the sentinel scratched her own head, mentally trying to make sense of the whole scene.
Standing close to the exit, Rithrynn suddenly saw the tiny figure of Donald appear from beneath a furniture; racing between bottles and plates to reach the exit to the room. Yet, in a quick action, Rithrynn suddenly lunged forward and stepped down on Donald's cloak: stopping him dead in his track and caused him to gag himself on his own cloak buckle.
"Shani, I got him! You can stop now!" Rithrynn called out as she bent over to pick up the tiny assassin, holding him next to Kat-Liaena before she stared out across the room to see Shani, ramming at full speed towards the crowd around the tournament table where she had last seen Donald disappear.
" ... shani?"
...
*CRASH*
"AAIIIIIIII"
*BANG*
*CRACK* | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"Uh, no….\" Liaena said uneasily as she shuffled through the snow. Something about the rogues tone told her that claiming riches would be an extremely bad idea indeed, under the circumstances. \"My mom works at the Suckling Pig in the trade district. My dad went to war and never came back – ow!\"\n\nStumbling, the girl 'accidentally' swung her satchel into the ground – hard – as she fell to her hands and knees in the snowy ground. A few well placed punches followed under the guise of scrambling to her feet, just in case. \"S-sorry. My knee hurts\"\n\n\"Hey!\"\n\nLiaena froze in the midst of getting up, as did the woman behind her, as they both looked up at the large Night Elf that loomed over them. The elf in question looked cold, tired, and above all, pissed. \"You. I'm looking for a house belonging to a Sindorei Mage that's round here somewhere. Do you know where that is?\"\n\n\"…….\"\n\nNot taking her eyes off the Night Elf, Liaena carefully edged forward. The startled woman behind her did not move, and neither did the dagger. \"…would that be where Serphia Dei is?\"\n\n\"YES!\" Ashei's gaze sharpened instantly with interest, as the chance for finally getting out of the wintery hell that surrounded her appeared. \"You know her, human!?\"\n\n\"No, sorry….but my *friend*does\" Liaena said sweetly as she stepped out of the way between Ashei and Astrid, gesturing with all cheerful innocence towards the latter. \"She was just telling me about how she just came from that house, so you should probably talk to her\"\n\n*\n\n\"Okay\" Kathlin said meekly as the vial was thrust at her. A moment passed where Rithrynn shook the vial at the tiny girl impatiently, before finally realising the obvious size problems inherent in the situation and started to uncork it, grumbling quietly to herself.\n\nTipping it up so the liquid trembled on the rim, Kathlin managed to open her mouth and catch a drop as Rithrynn lowered it towards her. A moment later, she was her correct size again, landing hard on the floor as the Night Elf promptly dropped her. \"Uh, thanks. Again, I guess\"\n\n*\"I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to do now. Hopefully, Li won't be too long\"*\n\nFor lack of anything better to do, Kathlin bent down to right a chair that had been thrown across the floor, and then sat down on it. Reaching into the bag she was carrying (Rithrynn's eyes widened perceptibly) she produced – a book. Licking a finger before opening it at a marked page, she glanced carefully up at Rithrynn again. \"…I have a question\"\n\n\"….yeah?\"\n\nGlancing quickly at the exit that Naliyah had just left by, Kathlin looked up at Rithrynn again. \"what were the planks*for*?\"",
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"text": "*\"The bitch!\"*\n\nAstrid's head snapped to Liaena, just as the Night Elf's gaze fell upon her. The dagger behind Liaena was already gently squeezing its tip against Liaena's back, needing only the slightest force to push through and penetrate through her clothes and skin. That damnable girl was trying to set her up!\n\nBut stabbing the girl wouldn't do much good now. She was currently the center of attention for a big Night Elf towering in front of them. It would probably only make the situation*worse*.\n\n*\"Where had she even come from?!\"*\n\nAstrid groaned mentally at the fact the elf had surprised her. She had spent hours charting every patrol pattern and point of interest around the house. This Night Elf had seemingly come out of the blue from nowhere!\nWhat had begun as a brilliantly easy and managable kidnapping had quickly taken a turn for the worst as her luck had failed her yet again!\n\n\"Noooo-no, no no no... \" Astrid was quick to answer, patting Liaena endearingly on the top of her head.\n\"You are mistaken, I don't know Sharon at all.\"\n\nWith eyes shifting between Liaena and Ashei standing in front of her; Astrid suddenly realized that she was still wearing her mask, something that didn't help her make herself look any more inconspicuous. Quickly moving one hand up to the shroud around her lower face, she pulled it down so that the Night Elf could see her face, conjuring up a broad smile.\n\n\"Though, I think you will find his house if you continue that way... \"\n\nAstrid said as she raised her available hand up into the air, pointing with her thumb back at the street behind them from where Liaena had originally come from. Throwing an almost pleading look up at Ashei, the rogue prayed that the Night Elf would accept the direction and just move on!",
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] | Rithrynn raised her other brow at the question from the human, before she cast a watchful gaze at the exit that Naliyah had used.
"I'm pretty sure she was just going to dump them to help with the cleaning. I don't think she had anything else planned... " RIthrynn said as she rubbed her own nose slightly as she considered the possibility of Naliyah using the planks to create some insidious trap or wicked contraption to serve some sneaky end.
"If she was planning something with them, I would most likely have felt a chill in my back by now."
Although Naliyah could come across to many as an idiot at first glance, Rithrynn knew well enough how dire a mistake underestimating her was. Though she wasn't recognized as the warband's smartest, things had a disturbing tendency to always go her way.
"Though I won't exclude any possibility... she is crafty."
Rithrynn muttered in a careful tone, before another voice suddenly rang through the room.
"Rithy! Rithy! Do you have your pet human around?!" The voice of Vashi suddenly could be heard from the entrance to the room, as the Night Elven sorceress came stumbling into the trashed living room, almost tripping over one of the sentinels lying in a drunken stupor still on the ground. Vashi was still wearing her uniform, adorned with all sorts of weird trinkets, scrolls and books hanging from her that dangled around as she hurried over to Rithrynn and Kat-Liaena.
"Vashi?"
"Ohh, great! Great, she's here!" Vashi exclaimed as she saw Kat-Liaena sitting next to Liaena. Rithrynn merely stared at Vashi, unsure what it was that was driving the sorceress so excited. She noticed that in one of her hands, Vashi was holding a metal sprinkler seemingly containing some burning incense burning with a soft green light.
"What is that for?"
"Tracking alchemical components and residue in the air!" Vashi exclaimed, raising the sprinkler up so fast that Rithrynn had to quickly pull her head back to avoid being hit by it as Vashi displayed it in front of her.
"If the assassins tried to use some sort of potions against us, it would help us counteract them! But I need to test it, and since I've heard that your human is a potion addict, I thought.... "
"She could be your guinny pig?"
"EXACTLY! Well... actually, it's just a quick test."
Rithrynn peered back at Vashi for a moment. She could definitely see why Vashi would use Liaena as a test subject. When it came to potions, Liaena's throat was the closest you'd get to a human chemical drain pipe.
"If it's okay for,-"
"Would you take a quick bite of this?!" Vashi had already spun around like a whirlwind to Liaena, sending the sprinkler swinging through the air so that Rithrynn had to quickly dodge down low to evade it again! The Night Elf had summoned a small, green root from her pocket that she was holding up to Kat-Liaena in the chair.
*
Ashei stared down at the two humans in front of her, before her gaze jumped to the street pointed to her by Astrid.
"Thanks, human. I will... " But just as Ashei was about to take her first step to go past the two women, she suddenly stopped, pausing; and looked over to Li-Kathlin's face. Narrowing her eyes, she studied the human girl for a moment.
"Hey... aren't you the girl who came with that crazy old human?" Ashei asked while throwing a suspicious gaze down at the two women, as the memories from Sharon's mansion of the arrival of Marshall and his assistant passed through her head. What would his assistant be doing all out in the street by herself, and who was the second woman? And more importantly, why would Serphia even know her in the first place?
There was something fishy about the whole scene...
"Where are**you**going?" | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "Kathlin eyed the root that was being waved expectantly in front of her face gingerly. \"Uhhhh…No. I'd rather not, thank you\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\nVashi toyed the root in her hand, looking somewhat confused, before taking a purposeful step towards the girl. \"Aww Rithrynn. I thought you said your human ate anything\"\n\n\"W-wait! What I mean is….that's probably not a very good idea\" Kathlin bolted out of her chair hurriedly to back away from the elf that was advancing upon her \"This thing, is for an experiment right?\"\n\n\"….Yes?\"\n\n\"Right. Right. Then using me as a test subject is a terrible idea\" Kathlin said hastily. Gradually working her way toward the door, she held out a remonstrating hand toward Vashi, who at the very least seemed to be listening somewhat.\n\"Li…that is,*I*take so many potions that any results you get are going to be completely different from what you'd get from anyone else. Ideally, um…what you'd want is a person, who'd only taken one potion, y'know as a control measure. And that's not me. Not me at…all\"\n\nPausing in front of the door, Kathlin gave Vashi a weak smile as she backed into it. \"I, uh, got to go\"\n\n\"Wut?\"\n\nThe swinging empty door greeted Vashi in return as she gave it a confused look. Out in the hallway, Kathlin headed up the stairs quickly, throwing several anxious looks behind her. \"…pretty sure I was done with the living room, anyways…\"\n\n*\n\n\"Where are you going?\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n*\"This…could be better\"*\n\nLiaena thought as she studied Ashei dubiously. Assassin or Night Elf? When it came to which she liked more, it was fairly close, but Ashei did attain an extremely narrow victory.\n\n\"Oh. I'm going to Mister Dal'diebs house too\" Liaena explained innocently. Holding her satchel up, she shook it around for evidence, making the unfortunate Donald inside feel even more ill. \"I got asked to do shopping, but…then I got lost in the snow. That's why I was asking my friend here the way\"\n\nWalking casually away from Astrid, Liaena moved closer to Ashei as she started carefully walking in the same direction as the Night Elf. Turning back to look at the assassin, she gave Astrid a sweet smile. \"Thanks so much. Um…were you going this way?\"\n\n*\"Wanna play Night-Elf-Chicken with me?\"*",
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"text": "\"Thanks so much. Um…were you going this way?\"\n\nAstrid merely stared back at Liaena, keeping a smile on her face as the Night Elf was still watching.\n\n\"No... \"\n\n\"Okay then, have a happy season!\" Liaena said with a provocative sweetness that left Astrid's seething with fury behind her happy mask. Choosing to remain idle and not make any sudden moves, she watched as Ashei and Liaena walked away, the little girl leaning on the Night Elf's hips with her arms around her waist as if Ashei was her big protector or something. If it hadn't been for the fact that she knew the surrounding context, Astrid could imagine that she could otherwise easily have mistaken Ashei and Liaena for being in an intimate relationship or something judging by how close they walked.\n\nThis was the moment that most rogues would view as failed, and would leave.\nHowever, there was just something about the human girls' attitude that stabbed at Astrid's professional pride. Not to mention the frustration from potentially losing her only clue as to Donald's whereabouts!\n\nAs Ashei and Liaena had walked a few feet ahead, Astrid suddenly took a step forward behind them. Retrieving a blackened bamboo blowpipe from her cloak, she raised it up to her mouth before blowing; sending a tranquilizer dart the size of a small needle flying through the air towards the Night Elf! Liaena, who had been throwing frequent looks behind her, saw Astrid with the blowpipe; but by that time, it was already too late!\nThe dart found its mark, hitting the back of Ashei's neck above her collar and beneath her helmet, where it dug its way through her hood, hair and eventually into her skin.\n\n*\"Now you are mine, bitch... \"*Astrid muttered to herself as her eyes shifted towards Liaena, throwing the human girl a devilish grin.",
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] | "Lii, where are you going?!" Rithrynn called after Kath-Liaena as the human girl ran out of the room like a torpedo, followed by the sound of a pair of feet rapidly ascending the stairwells from the atrium.
"What's her problem? I thought she loved alchemy and experiments!" Vashi complained as she let out a huff, resting her hands on her hips; all the while the sprinkler came dangerously close to setting one of the scrolls on her skirt on fire!
"She's not usually like this… it's almost as if she was a completely different person entirely." Rithrynn mumbled, throwing a confused look at the exit to the living room.
"Maybe someone have possessed her, or kidnapped her and taken on her guise with a morph potion. Those are popular infiltration techniques!" Vashi said jokingly, finally removing her sprinkler from her skirt just in time to save the half charred scroll.
However, when she looked back at Rithrynn; she got no reply from the sentinel, as Rithrynn merely stared back at her with big eyes. In her mind, her brain was rapidly processing memories from previous episodes, slowly beginning to piece together the different pieces of a rather uncomfortable puzzle.
"What? …" Vashi asked, beginning to worry that she had said something wrong.
"Is everything okay, Ri?"
"Nothing. Oh, I mean, it's all okay. Gotta go!" Rithrynn hastily said, before she turned around and raced out of the room with the same speed as Kath-Liaena, giving no further explanation to Vashi who was once again left on her own.
Charging up the stairs, Rithrynn saw a glimpse of Liaena's behind as it rounded a corner. Sprinting after her like a wolf after a sheep, Rithrynn rounded the corner. Kath-Liaena barely managed to scream before the Night Elf charged straight into her, smashing them both through a door into a bedroom where Rithrynn pressed Kath-Liaena up against the walls, screaming hysterically down at her!
"**What have you done with Li?!**"
*
Feeling a sting in the back of her neck, Ashei quickly stopped, letting out a small yelp of discomfort.
"Oww, goddess; what the twisting nether was that for?!" Ashei sneered angrily as she reached behind her head to locate the source of the pain. Quickly locating the dart, the Night Elf pulled it out from her neck with a quick jerk before she held it up in front of her and Liaena.
"Ohhh… " Ashei's eyes widened and her face formed into a classic 'oh-shit' expression as she realized what it was, throwing a quick yet concerned look at Li-Kathlin and back at the dart.
"That's… not, go-oooohd... zzzZZZz"
Falling to sleep in an upright position, the Night Elf began to tilt towards Li-Kathlin who was trying to keep her standing. The little girl's efforts to keep Ashei on her feet resulted in a massive failure however, as Ashei suddenly fell down over Li-Kathlin, pulling them both down into the snow with the little girl now trapped under the much larger Night Elf who was currently deep in her own comfortable dreams! | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"Please, keep your voice down\" Kathlin implored the Night Elf, suspended as she was several feet above the floor as her feet dangled freely. Glancing around nervously, the girl saw a drunk Night Elf peek into the room that they had just crashed through, visibly shrug at the sight, and wander off clutching a bottle.\n\n**\"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER!?\"**\n\n\"…Nothing!\" Kathlin protested quickly. The girl noticed an eyetwitch from the Night Elf that strongly suggested that something extremely painful was inbound very soon, and raised her hands in a placating gesture. \"I'm just….trying to help. I'm a friend of hers too\"\n\nIn the small lull that this comment afforded her, Kathlin chewed on her lip worriedly as she considered the situation, before pointing a finger up at the Night Elf. \"You're Rithrynn, right? So if Liaena was….theoretically off doing something she didn't want anyone else to know about, then it wouldn't be**too**bad for you to know as well? And you wouldn't tell anyone else? Theoretically\"\n\n\"……\"\n\n\"…Could you just shut the door?\" Kathlin suggested cautiously into the silence that greeted this pronouncement, pointing over Rithrynn's shoulder at the entirely open doorway, door swinging open, for anyone to walk in and overhear the conversation. \"…Then, I'll explain. Promise\"\n\n*\n\nLiaena gave a yelp of surprise and pain as Ashei collapsed right on top of her, the little girl failing to step back quickly enough to avoid the falling elf. Pinned underneath the Night Elf, Liaena struggled to push the elf off, free herself and get to her satchel.*\"This could be bad. Really, really bad. I didn't thought she'd go that far!\"*\n\nAbout to levitate the elf off her, and probably throw her at Astrid, Liaena hesitated at the last moment.\n\n *\"….\"\n\n\"How much do I want to stay in character?\"*\n\n*CLONK*\n\nThat moment of indecision had cost her dearly, as Astrid, having started to run after them the moment Ashei had hit the floor, had jumped over the Night Elf and walloped the little girl solidly around the back of the head with the blackjack. Liaena immediately crumpled into the snow as Astrid put all her strength into shoving the snoring Night Elf away with a grunt of pain, before leaning over to grab the unconscious girl by the collar.\n\nAs Astrids fingers closed around her clothes Liaena suddenly leapt into life with a vengeance; latching onto the woman's arm to pull herself to her feet as she tore herself free. The pain in her head was intense, but it didn't stop her hitting out with all her strength for Astrids bad shoulder while the woman was still stepping back in shock at the unexpected assault.\n\nThe resulting scream from Astrid was beautiful as Liaena gouged her fingers into the half-healed cut through the layer of bandages. The girl scratched, hit, kicked and punched at the other for all that she was worth as she bore down on the woman, hoping to overpower the rogue under the initial surprise attack of blows!",
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"text": "\"Ohhh, little bitch! Gah!\" Astrid snarled as she desperately defended herself against Liaena's frenzied attack! Liaena had taken the rogue by surprise, and been quite talented at locating her weak point which was her shoulder - a weakness that Liaena had not taken for granted in her hysterical assault.\n\nYet past the first barrage of assaults, the fight began to go considerably better while Astrid stepped back and blocked most of the girl's attack. Past the original surprise, Astrid quickly recognized that there was little form or rythm to Liaena's attack, as Liaena seemed to switch between angrily slapping to overly telegraphed attacks that the assassin easily countered. The worst she could do past Astrid's defense was pulling her hair and wasted kicks that, while uncomfortable; did not do much actual damage.\n\nAs Liaena tried to send yet another kick into her side, Astrid suddenly reached out and snatched Liaena's left foot mid air. Her other arm was still weak however, and could not do much more than merely block Liaena's flailing arms as the rabid girl hammered her fists down at her as if she was some sort of anvil.\nLatching her still healthy arm properly around Liaena's foot that she had grabbed, Astrid began to suddenly walked forward - pushing Liaena off her balance and eventually tipping her over; as both of the women landed on the snoring body of Ashei!\n\nLanding on top of Liaena, Astrid immediately followed up with a headbutt right into Liaena's template; an exchange that while painful ultimately ended with being worse for Liaena.\nYet to her surprise, Liaena still fought back! Although she was definitely not a professional fighter of any kind, Astrid was thoroughly impressed by the little girl's sheer resilience and endurance! One would have thought that she was a part-time boxing bag for the Night Elves in her spare time!\n\n\"Why won't you just cooperate you stupid cow!\" Astrid railed furiously as she snuck her arm past Liaena's guard, giving the girl a short but firm hit in the side of her jawbone!\n\"WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO DO IT THE HARD WAY?!\"",
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] | Rithrynn continued to glare down at Kath-Liaena with extreme suspicion.
However, after the second pair of Night Elves eventually passed the door, throwing some quick looks in before wandering off again snickering to each other, Rithrynn finally began to lower Kath-Liaena to the floor.
"Don't. Move." Rithrynn warned Kath-Liaena, holding up her finger which she pointed at the human while the Night Elf walked backwards towards the door to the room, keeping her eyes on Kath-Liaena at all times. Upon reaching the door, she quickly turned around, closed it; turned the key, before pulling it from the keyhole and stuffing it into her pocket.
Marching back to Kath-Liaena, Rithrynn grabbed the human girl once more, and carried her over to one of the nearby chairs by the night table where she dumped Kathlin down into it.
Sitting down in the bed herself on the opposite of Kath-Liaena, Rithrynn leaned forward and peered straight at Kath-Liaena like a ravenous hawk.
"You're her friend?" Rithrynn repeated, raising a brow suspiciously at Kath-Liaena.
"Last I recall, Li only had rivals... "
...
"She is also a crazy alchemist. You mean she has friends she hasn't blown up yet?"
*
Ashei was walking through the forests of Ashenvale on a calm, beautiful night. The moon was on its highest in the sky, sending rays of silver moonlight down through the branches of the trees that reflected off the pristine water in the river.
Short of the cooing of the owls, it was a tranquil evening. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to take in all the sounds and the smell as she allowed her mind to drift away.
But as she took another step, she suddenly heard some rustling from the bushes next to her. Turning around, she barely had time to see the figure of another person before the mysterious assailant had already jumped right onto her, forcing Ashei down into the ground with a crash.
"Haaaai, Ashi! Where have you been?!" Naliyah exclaimed excitedly down at Ashei, who cast a horrified look back up at her fellow sister!
"I've been looking all over for you; ohhh, it's so beautiful tonight; we're gonna have so much fun, yeees!"
"NNNOOOOOOOooo!"
*
"NOOOOoooo!" Ashei suddenly awoke from the tranquilizing dart, shooting up and throwing both of the humans off her! Scrambling to get to her knees, Ashei looked frantically around to get a bearing on the situation!
*"Ohhh, wait... I'm just being attacked by assassins. It was just a dream, phew... "*
As Liaena-Kath sat up in the snow after having been thrown off the Night Elf, she barely had time to gasp just in time to see Ashei's fist as it rocketed straight into her face! As Ashei's mailed fist hit Liaena square in the face with a tasty crunch, it sent the human girl straight back down into the snow with a bleeding nose!
"Ah, oh... wait, I think that was the wrong one." Ashei suddenly mumbled as she looked down at Liaena-Kath who was currently writhing around in the snow, clutching her mauled face. Quickly spinning around, Ashei launched the plated surface of her wristguard straight into Astrid's face as the assassin tried to get back up on her feet; immediately knocking Astrid back down into the snow!
Grabbing Astrid by her cloak, she pulled the assassin to her as she glanced over at Liaena.
"Are you okay, little human? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you." | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"I need to know where Li is…\"\n\nTearing her gaze away from where the harassed Shani had so abruptly exited, Kathlin looked over at Rithrynn cautiously. \"I don't know. She didn't tell me. Sorry\"\n\n*\"That man was an **assassin**?\"*\n\nRithrynn appearing to have subsided into a moment of gloom, Kathlin took advantage of the moment to scrutinise the Night Elf closely. The elfs bad mood was blatantly obvious, with mingled anger, frustration and worry clear on her face. \"…I think I know a way to contact her though\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"You do?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" the girl responded warily. Looking uncomfortable under the sudden heightened refocus of Rithrynn's attention, Kathlin got up to start walking towards the door before opening it. \"Come on. I'll show you\"\n\n*\n\nOpening the door to Liaena and Sharon's room to slip inside with Rithrynn right behind her, Kathlin was vastly grateful to see that Sharon was not in residence. The only life in the room besides themselves was the small white owl perched beside the bed, who removed her head from under her wing to give them a baleful look as Kathlin approached. \"Hi, Hester. How're you doing?\"\n\nExtending her arm, the owl glared for a brief moment longer before deigning to walk up her sleeve to sit haughtily on her shoulder. Producing a treat out of her pocket to wave it enticingly in front of the birds face, Hester snatched it out of the air to begin to tear into it savagely. \"Hester's really good at tracking Li when she vanishes like this. I'm not*entirely*sure how she manages it, but she used to belong to a mage, you know, and there's definitely something magical about her. See the blue in her feathers?\"\n\nHere Kathlin shifted the bird slightly, much to the latters displeasure, to point enthusiastically at the blue ends in her plumage. \"Those aren't natural pigments. I'm pretty sure they're because of being exposed to some sort of arcane activity, and as for her diet—\"\n\nIn full flow, the girl caught the expression on Rithrynn's face and stopped abruptly. \"Uhh….sorry. Anyway…\"\n\nHere Kathlin tried for a tentative smile \"…do you think she might help you?\"",
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] | Rithrynn's eyes instinctively narrowed as she gazed up at the white owl who was sitting on Kathlin's shoulder, and the owl returned with a similar, belligerent stare.
The Sentinel knew the owl; one could say that she knew Hester way too much as it was. She had no love for Hester, and the owl had no love for her. Whatever divine powers that had intertwined their destinies sure had a terrible sense of humor as the Night Elf threw an unimpressed look down at Kathlin.
"I'm not worried if she can help. I'm worried if she WILL help... " Rithrynn explained to the human as her eyes returned to the pretentious owl.
" ... *the feathered rat, meh*... "
Rithrynn muttered under her breath, clearly not liking Kathlin's proposal. Although Night Elves may have been famous for making great use of the native owls of northern Kaliomdor, Hester was a pretentious feathered ball of a completely different and lesser quality. She was considerably smaller than the rest of the owls employed by the Sentinels, and lacked any of the qualities to substitute for even the weakest of them; most notably humility, obedience and loyalty.
Hester was an glorified paper weight meant to live her life as a part of the furniture in some dusty, mage study. She did not have the magnificent appearance or presence of a pure-blooded lunar owl like the ones Rithrynn had back home!
*"I guess that's why she's so bitter!"*
"Alright. I guess we have no other choice. Find a coat or something. I'll get my gear." Rithrynn said, quickly moving towards the door; before suddenly pausing to look back inside at Hester, glaring at the owl.
"And find some payment for the feathered fiend... "
Throwing Hester a final look of contempt; one that the owl returned in kind; Rithrynn finally turned around and disappeared out into the corridor, rushing towards her own room.
*
Within less than five minutes, Rithrynn came storming back into Liaena's chamber where Kathlin and Hester stood. The Night Elf was now wearing her Sentinel winter uniform, helmet and cloak, having acquired both her bow and her sword.
Walking inside of the room with long, careful strides; Rithrynn's eyes lay firmly on Hester whom was standing on Kathlin's shoulder. As she approached the human and owl, Rithrynn stopped; reaching inside of her cloak to pull out a cloth bag. Hester's head instinctively turned as the owl gazed suspiciously down at it as the Night Elf held it forward. Slowly untying the top, Rithrynn opened the satchel just a little bit, allowing the owl to see down into it.
"Is this enough?"
The satchel was full of chocolate balls and a few bars. Some of them were half eaten, while others remained in their paper. Reaching over to one of the shelves, Rithrynn looted some of Liaena's own chocolate, moving it back and forth in front of the owl; before dropping it down into the bag, and zipping it tight before the owl could get any closer!
"It's all yours; but only if you find Liaena for us! If you do, then you can eat until your heart stops! Got that!?" | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "Rithrynn stared intently down into the room from the ceiling window, as Liaena both left and entered with Kathlin.\n\n\"They're three now.\" Rithrynn muttered to Ashei as she observed the events inside the room like a hawk, never once even blinking as she studied Liaena and Kathlin. It was quite obvious that they had switched disguises, and RIthrynn doubted that they had had time to switch back to their originals in the short time that Kathlin had been at the alehouse.\n\n\"That's no issue.\"\n\n\"We gotta take them down before they warn the rest of the place.\"\n\n\"Easy peasy...\"\n\nAshei replied confidently, as the sentinel fiddled around with the frame of the window. RIthrynn paused her observation, to turn and look at Ashei as the sentinel was still working with the window.\n\n\"How's it coming along?\"\n\n\"Ohhh, I got this... \" Ashei answered reassuringly as the sentinel moved her dagger forward, buried it into the side of the window frame; and began pulling in it like a lever.\n\"Any second no,-\"\n\n*CRACK*\n*WHOMP!*\n\n\" - ow... \" But as Ashei had just finished her sentence, the entire window suddenly broke off from the frame to collapse inwards. Falling down through the room, the window(and the frame) tilted sideways as it fell with its corner first! The occupants became aware of the sound, and looked up. Unfortunately for Doin, he did not look up fast enough, as the poor dwarf barely had time to see the falling window before its lower corner fell right down into his head; knocking the dwarf out cold on the spot as both the window and the dwarf fell to the floor!\nThe burning cinder of his pipe fell out on the carpet, and the window fell to the floor where it smashed into a thousand smithereens next to the dwarf; only its frame now intact!\n\nMeanwhile, on the outside; standing haunched over on the roof, Rithrynn merely stared down into the room with a look of disbelief; her jaw hanging loosely as her eyes returned to Ashei. Ashei in turn quickly raised her hands as if she was going to deflect the blame, throwing Rithrynn an innocent look in return.\n\n\"Look, I could not foresee that! ... stupid stunty architecture!\"\n\n\"Forget it....**ATTACK**!\" Rithrynn sneered, quickly turning the focus back to the situation at hand as the sentinel pushed herself through the window! But as she did, her foot accidentally slid on the icy surface of the roof; causing the Night Elf to instead do a barrel roll through the window, and fall uncontrollably down through the room with a quick yelp!\n\n\"Oh crap... !\"\n\n... and landing right on top of Li-Kathlin, who was instantly brought down into the floor by the large Night Elf!\n\nUpon seeing Liaena get crushed by the big, falling Night Elf; Kathlin instinctively moved towards the door. But just as she did, Ashei came falling from the roof, landing gracefully on the floor; quite unlike her sister; and quickly propped herself up against the door where she switched the lock, pulling her sword and pointing it at Kathlin.\n\n\"Not so fast, traitor!\" Ashei said with a confident tone as the Night Elf pointed the sword at Kathlin's chest; the girl having immediately stopped upon seeing the razor sharp tip now pointed at her.\n\nLetting out a groan, Rithrynn rolled around on top of Liaena; further grinding the girl deeper down into the hard, wooden floor and old carpets, before she looked down at her.\n\n\"Oh, hey, Li! ... \" Rithrynn first said as she looked down at the suffering human beneath her, before she suddenly realized why she was there!\n\" ... what are you doing here?!\"",
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"text": "\"Oh hey Li. What are you doing here?\"\n\n\"……\"\n\n\"Choking\" Kathlin ventured after a pause, when it became apparent that no other answer was going to be forthcoming. Liaena was indeed becoming increasingly purple in the face as she gasped for breath, while doing her best to give Rithrynn death glares at the same time.\n\n\"…Oh!\"\n\nAs the big elf finally sat back onto her haunches, the purple in Liaena's face reduced noticeably as she finally managed to take in large gasps of air. She didn't look any happier for her change in circumstances. \"…You.**IDIOT**.\"\n\n\"Wut?\"\n\n\"What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here!? Are you, incapable of not getting in my way for *more than a few seconds*!?\" Liaena spat. At the very least, she hadn't landed on her bag, so Donald and Astrid hadn't been reduced to a fine mush, at least for the moment. It was only one thing that had gone right in a recent catalogue of errors, and it did very little to improve her mood. \"I TOLD you, not to get involved! …And get off my legs!\"",
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] | "You disappeared!" Rithrynn complained, frowning at the little girl below her.
"How could I be sure you had not been captured by one of the assassins?!"
The Night Elf cast a rather unhappy look down at Liaena as the human was frothing back up at her. Intentionally taking a few extra seconds just to stand up from the human's legs, Rithrynn folded her arms and let out a huff.
"You're acting as if I'm the problem!"
"You**ARE**_the_**PROBLEM**!"
Liaena screamed right back at her, with a volume that her tiny figure was most unfitting of! If it hadn't been for the fact that Liaena had been a human, she could probably have done a great sub-officer under Serphia purely for the sheer volume of her voice! Rithrynn cringed at the complaint, moving one hand up to her ear as she feared the risk of her going deaf increased exponentially the longer she spent in the close proximity of the shrieking human girl!
*"Elune have mercy on me! Why did you give such a small creature so loud a voice?!"*
Leaning forward, Rithrynn picked up the satchel with Donald and Astrid in it that was lying on the floor. But as soon as she had managed to lift it no more than a couple of inches above the ground, Liaena had swooped in like a hawk to pull it out of her fingers to tuck it nicely away under the embrace of her protective arms while throwing her a dark look.
As the cinders from Doin's burning tobacco lingered on the old carpet; the occupants of the room oblivious to its threat; a thin trail of smoke began to rise as the carpentry caught on fire; filling the room with a distinct smell of charcoal and burnt socks from the mold and filth gathering in it that was now being incinerated.
"I think a more immediate question would be what is the midget doing in the den of our enemies?" Ashei eventually interrupted the deadly silence that had fallen over the room, courtesy of Liaena's cold fury.
Tilting her head to the side, Ashei gazed up at the Red Vanguard banner that hung along the wall.
"These are enemies of the mistress. I would ask what kind of evil plots and wicked schemes she is involved in." | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"We're not here to trash your plans!\" Rithrynn retaliated, becoming angered by the human's whirlwind of accusations at her. She had just tried to help, and now she was being scolded for her very presence!\n\n*\"Why do I even protect this midget?! Gahh!\"*\n\n\"Trash what plans, exactly?\" Inquired Ashei with an inquisitive look as the elf leaned forward, her focus having abandoned Kathlin in favor of Liaena who inspired no great amount of love in the Night Elf.\n\"Why the secrecy from your own guards? Last I recalled, we were in the mansion, partly because mistress had promised to protect your useless ass.\"\n\nIt was no secret that Ashei was not happy with the human's answers at all. Even an Ogre would have understood that the human was clearly hiding something from her! Why was it that she could not tell?\nShe couldn't possibly believe that the Night Elves were cooperating with the assassins, could she? If so, it would have been an awful cooperation as Liaena was still alive despite having been surrounded by them for the last couple of days!\n\nWalking confidently through the room towards Liaena, Ashei went closer to the little human than what Rithrynn would have considered a safe distance from the volatile girl. Stopping, she stared down at Liaena with a gaze of suspicion, her eyes shifting between the little human and the bag that she was holding.\n\n\"What exactly is in that bag that is so important? ... \"",
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"text": "*Knock* *Knock*\n\n\"Is everything all right in there?\"\n\nThe sound of someone knocking suddenly emanated from the door to the room as Frarn pulled in the handle, yet the door remained shut as it was locked. The dwarf stared down at the handle for a moment, surprised to see that Doin had locked the door; before shrugging it off.\n\n\"Do ye need any refreshments?\" Frarn called through the door, placing one ear against the wooden surface to listen for what was going on on the other side.\n\nWhat business his father had with the mysterious girl that required him to lock his room was questionable at best. Though Frarn chose not to judge, as Doin was in his white years and so deserved a modicum of extra privileges and peace.\n\n---\n\n\"It's us!\" Suddenly sounded the muffled voice of Donald from within the bag as they had heard Ashei's question. His voice was quickly followed up by Astrid's, as the girl shouted out as loud as she could.\n\n\"She's a maniac, she's kidnapped us!\" Screamed astrid as she wriggled around in the bag, doing her best impression of 'the damsel in distress'!\n\n\"Yes; yes, she stole us from your mistress! ... I was actually her prisoner, you see!\"\n\n\"**Don't tell her that!**\" Astrid quickly reacted to Donald's revelation, giving him a light flick in his shoulder with her healthy arm as she sneered at him.\n\"*We're trying to deescalate this whole mess, not make it bigger!*\"\n\nAstrid whispered furiously to him, and Donald held up a hand with a confident smile in return.\n\n\"*Hey, gotta make sure we piqued her interest!*\" Donald chuckled confidently, giving Astrid a reassuring hug with his other arm.\n\"*Besides, we'll just vanish in the transition...* \"",
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"text": "\"No, no, we're good. Thanks\" Kathlin called back through the heavy wooden door to Frarn amiably. Liaena meanwhile, looked like a deer caught in headlights briefly before she composed herself at the very audible voices of Donald and Astrid emanating out of her satchel as they cried out for help.\n\n*\"Light…Dammit. Why does this have to happen all at once?\"*\n\nLooking up to catch Ashei's gimlet eye, Liaena allowed her shoulders to slump in a defeatist sort of way at the Night Elf standing over her. \"Alright! Alright. I'll show you\"\n\nClutching her satchel as she turned it around to face her, Liaena grabbed onto one of the lumps inside and gave it a hard squeeze through the fabric as she slowly undid the buckle holding it closed. The cries of Astrid and Donald had reached feverish pitches as they professed their profound innocence and the wickedness of their ordeal, which was almost completely drowning out the other noise that was now emanating from the satchel. \"This wasn't my fault, okay? I didn't mean any harm…\"\n\n*Ticktickticktickticktickticktick…*\n\nGathering the satchel in her arms, Liaena straightened up to her full height as she shoved the open mouth of the bag up towards Ashei's face for her to look into. Standing over by the door as she watched the proceedings, Kathlin promptly covered her face with one arm.\n\n*Tickticktickticktick*—BANG!\n\nAn intense flash of light accompanied the loud crack that emanated from Liaena's satchel, burning and blinding the eyes of anyone who happened to be looking that way when the flash-bang went off. As Ashei reeled back, Liaena stuck the muzzle of her elephant gun – which had recently appeared – into her stomach and squeezed off two shots.\n\n**BLAM – BLAM!**\n\nCareening backwards across the room, Ashei hit the door and smashed it clean off its hinges to plaster her against the wall on the other side of the corridor with sticky paste. Looking out through the hole that had been created, Kathlin caught Frarns eyes – who seemed to have avoided the carnage- barely, to give him a weak smile. \"Well, not good exactly…but I think it's all under control now. Sort of. I should go\"\n\n\"Why did you even bring*her*?\" Liaena spat at Rithrynn, before snapping her bag shut again and setting off to where Doin lay in the corner. The other girl joined her quickly as she knelt down next to the groaning Dwarf. \"I don't think he's concussed, Li. Just shocked\"\n\n\"What in tha….\" Frarn was still standing in the doorway, looking at the chaos that had wrecked in the room. \"Wha in Bronzebeard's bronze ass-cheeks happened? Liaena?\"\n\n\"Oh\" Liaena glanced up quickly, to give the dwarf an apologetic smile. \"Hi, Frarn. Sorry about the mess. I'm Li. Long story.\"\n\"She is Li\" Kathlin was quick to volunteer, before giving the other a quizzical look. \"You are Li? Are we not doing that anymore?\"\n\n\"Well, not if the whole world knows there isn't much point, which is what*some people*seem to want to happen…\" Liaena groused bitterly, before looking up to catch Rithrynn's eye. \"Do something useful and get the guy**you**brained a chair, would you?\"",
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] | "I didn't do it on purpose!"
" ... "
"Fine... " Rithrynn grumbled reluctantly as she moved through the room to find the nearest chair, a fur covered wooden chair that she pushed across the room before heading over to the door on the floor.
Reaching her arms around him, Rithrynn pulled him up and walked over to the chair; where she turned him around and dumped him into the chair with a groan. For being so short, the dwarf sure weighed a lot!
"There. Done!" Rithrynn announced, before she walked towards the door. Noticing Frarn, Rithrynn peered over to Ashei for a moment; before her silvery eyes returned down to the dwarf.
"Don't worry, I'm a friend of Li. We'll be gone as quick as we came!" Rithrynn said reassuringly, throwing the dwarf a quick smile as she passed by him to walk over to Ashei who was currently pasted to the wall in the sticky goo released by Liaena's crazed contraption. Upon reaching Ashei, Rithrynn glanced over her sister to make sure that she was alright.
Despite the beating, Ashei let out a groan, as she tried to get her bearing on what was going on; but unable to move due to the sticky substance trapping her limbs.
*"Probably best we get out of here soon!"*
Throwing a glance in either direction of the corridor, Rithrynn made sure that there were no other members of the guild watching. The last thing she wanted was to be discovered with Ashei still stuck to the wall!
Walking back inside the room, Rithrynn noticed that Doin was still unconscious in the chair. Moving towards the wall, Rithrynn picked down a bottle of beer that was standing on one of the many shelves in the room as she walked over to Doin.
"Uhh, so Li... " Rithrynn muttered as she uncorked the bottle, throwing a gaze over at the little human. Accidentally looking at Li-Kathlin first, Rithrynn blinked before turning to the real Liaena, as she motioned towards the door.
"Do you have something for short term memory loss? ... something NOT dangerous?"
Rithrynn asked as she casually lifted the bottle up over the dwarf, and suddenly began pouring the rich, thick liquid of the mead down onto Doin's head in an attempt to wake the dwarf up; whether through the watery surprise, or the fact that she was spilling one of the dwarf's prize liquors! | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"What are those overgrown fairies doing in here!?\"\n\n\"Wrecking the place\" Liaena grumbled as she picked her satchel back off the floor. Checking the flap was firmly secured, she threw herself into one of the chairs still standing in the room. Resting her head on her hands briefly as she enjoyed the softness of the armchair, she raised it up again to give Rithrynn an evil stare. \"It's never*dangerous*…No. Not yet. I'm working on it\"\n\nGiving Rithrynn another black look as though the absence of any immediate mind-altering potions was also the Night Elfs fault, Liaena raised a hand to stab a finger lethargically at the glued-up Ashei. \"Anyway. You brought her, so she's your problem now. I've got more important things to do than clear up after you….again.\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"Eh, you handled your drink pretty well under the circumstances\" Liaena stated after a pause, looking over at Doin to give him the ghost of a smile. Noting the confused look he gave her, the girl gave a long shrug as she also glanced around the trashed mess of a room. \"…The 'fairies' broke in through the skylight, looking for me as it happens. They're going soon, anyway.\"\n\n\"….but what am I supposed to do with her!?\"\n\n\"How should I know? Shrink her. Give her to Naliyah. Drug her….if you fill her full of booze, it'd do the same thing as a memory potion, no doubt\" Liaena growled back at Rithrynn. The little girl did not look very happy with the Night Elf at all, with Liaena's characteristic scowl looking strange on Kathlins face. That girl simply gave Rithrynn an apologetic look where she stood well out of the firing line and off to one side. \"You lot seem to have the short-term memory of a fruit fly for all intents and purposes anyway, so it shouldn't be **that**difficult\"",
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] | *"That stupid, little midget of a bitch - I can't believe her!"*
"Yeah, and that's coming from someone who barely lives for half a century!" Rithrynn sneered back down at Liaena, throwing her a poisonous stare as she folded her arms defiantly, unwilling to submit to the human's criticism. However, as the two girls became deadlocked in a contest about who could give the other one the meaniest stare; Rithrynn eventually subsided as she turned away from the human as she let out a huff.
When it came to being an annoying twat, no one could best her mighty stuntyness, Liaena. But more importantly, Rithrynn realized that she had to get out of the building before any other members of the guild came to check up on what was going on. She doubted they would be as docile as the two dwarves.
*"What the hell am I supposed to do with her... "*Rithrynn muttered under her breath as she grimaced at Ashei who was out cold against the wall.
...
....
!!
*"Eureka!"*
As she was staring at Ashei as if she was a wall, a light suddenly appeared in Rithrynn's head as a plan was hatched! Quickly dashing out of the room and into the corridor to cut her sister loose, Rithrynn carried Ashei back into the room as she headed towards the nearby window; temporarily stopping to give Liaena and Doin a last gaze.
"Do not worry about me, I know exactly what to do!" Rithrynn explained, before her gaze zeroed in on Liaena.
"And take your time. It might be best if you didn't return to the house too soon... "
With a smirk, Rithrynn then turned towards the windows. Successfully unlocking them as she carried Ashei over her shoulders, Rithrynn carefully navigated her way through the small frame and out onto the roof. However, this time she was carrying the weight of yet another Night Elf; something that turned out to be far too much for the snow on the roof to handle. For as she took her second step out on the roof, the snow beneath her feet immediately gave away as the entire side of the alehouse suddenly experienced an avalanche, followed by a quick shriek before Rithrynn tumbled down onto the streets below; alongside an enormous mass of snow!
*
About half an hour later, Rithrynn arrived at the spot she had first found Ashei lying unconsciously against the wall riding on Nisha, with Ashei still sleeping behind her. Identifying the exact spot from the lower mass in the snow alongside the wall, Rithrynn dismounted her nightsaber before she carried Ashei over to the spot. After placing Ashei in the same position, Rithrynn made a last adjustment to make sure it looked believable before she knelt down next to Ashei.
"Wake up, ASHEI!" Rithrynn suddenly shouted as she reached forward and grabbed Ashei by her shoulders, shaking her sister violently.
"Wha-whersfh Rithy?!" Ashei gasped as the Night Elf came back to life, throwing a confused look back at Rithrynn.
"The midget, where is she!?"
"The midget? ... " Rithrynn asked quizzically as she threw Ashei a confused expression in return, before sharpening her gaze.
"I'm more curious what you're doing out here, sleeping in the alley. It's freezing outside!"
Ashei blinked for a moment, quickly turning to look around her as she identified her new, yet familiar surroundings.
"What... " Ashei muttered, before her head snapped back to Rithrynn.
"But you were there! You even lead me to her!"
Rithrynn remained as absent as ever as she merely listened to Ashei's tale, face tilted to the side as she seemed incapable of understanding what her sister was saying.
"I... lead you? Ashei, I just found you! I haven't seen you since you took that human guardsman to the Cathedral!"
Ashei stared back at Rithrynn; the Sentinel now looking utterly bumfuzzled at the turn of events. Had it all been a dream? Had the talking bag been an illusion? What had happened?!
"Rithy, is this a dream... ?" Ashei asked with a voice of uncertainty. Rithrynn squinted her eyes at her for a moment, before moving a hand over to pinch her right cheek.
"You tell me. Does it feel like a dream?"
"Owwh! Okay, okay. That hurt!" Ashei complained, waving Rithrynn's arm away again. Rearing her head, Rithrynn helped Ashei back on her feet.
"Lets get you back to the High Elf's mansion and warm you up! I think you need rest!" Rithrynn suggested as she lead Ashei back to Nisha, as her sister nodded absentmindedly in return to her words.
"Yes... I need time to think. Everything's so fuzzy... " | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"Where have you two been?\" Sounded Falaani from the other side of the gate when she saw Rithrynn and Ashei approaching on the back of Nisha through the snow. Spotting the gatekeeper, Rithrynn put on a smile as she raised her hand.\n\n\"Lieutenant business, that's all. And I picked up Ashei on the way!\" Rithrynn explained as she jerked a thumb over her shoulder, pointing back at Ashei who stared past her head.\n\n\"You took your sweet time, Ash!\" Falaani commented as she fiddled with the keys and opened the gate, allowing Rithrynn and Ashei to pass through into Sharon's frozen gardens on their nightsaber.\n\"Did you meet a charming human on the way?\"\n\n\"Shut up.\" Ashei growled back at Falaani's mocking remark, throwing the smirking sentinel a dangerous look as they passed her. Dismounting from Nisha once they arrived at the grounds before the mansion, Rithrynn turned to look up at Ashei.\n\n\"Could you stable her?\" Rithrynn asked as she nodded her head towards Nisha. Ashei raised an eyebrow and was about to talk, but RIthrynn quickly stepped in before her.\n\" .... that's an order, by the way! Bye!\"\n\nRithrynn smiled, before quickly turning around and marched towards the house; leaving Ashei hanging in the start of her complaint as she merely stared after Rithrynn's cloak as she disappeared into the house through the front door.\nBeing Lieutenant, even if it was merely a temporary position; was something Rithrynn felt rather comfortable with. She could easily get used to having such powers....\n\n*\n\nArriving inside of the house, Rithrynn looked around. The atrium was empty, with the exception of the rows of weapon and armor left behind by the sentinels by the walls, and a lone Night Elf lying over a tilted chair, wearing nothing more than an undersized thong that was well on its way of being devoured by her butt. The living room sounded quiet by comparison to what it had been earlier during Donald's escape, yet that did not mean that it did not play host to its fair share of noise, laughter, shouts and occasional scream from the celebrating occupants.\n\nQuietly stepping through the atrium and to the stairs, Rithrynn headed up towards Sharon's office.\n\nUpon reaching the door, she stopped, carefully raising her hand as she threw a quick look in either direction to make sure that the corridor was empty; before violently bashing the bottom of her fist against the door, making it shake!\n\n***BANG*\n*BANG*\n*BANG***",
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"text": "Upon hearing Liaena's little scheme of 'barrowing' the payment from Rithrynn's loot, Doin burst into a bellowing laughter; with Frarn joining in in the background.\n\n\"Hah! That's the girl I remember from the Trade District!\" Doin almost shouted out as he pointed at Liaena, raising the girl yet another bottle that he had snuck from the nearby shelves.\n\"Yer a crafty devil! Though it be a most justified plot, if I'm a say meself so, heh!\"\n\nSmiling at Liaena, the two dwarves waited to talk again until their laughter had subsided. As the atmosphere in the room once again became lulled, Doin sat up in his chair as he leaned forward, gazing towards Liaena.\n\n\"But, if I may return to tha original question; what brings ye to us this hour'o tha night?\" Doin asked as he furrowed his brows at Liaena, secretly motioning for the girl to help him understand.\n\"Not that I mind the company; not at all! But I still dunnea what brought ye here, before we were interrupted by those maladroit fairies!\"\n\n---\n\nSharon, who had been fallen asleep on his chair; still wearing his armor and cloak from his earlier run through the sewer; suddenly snapped out of a light sleep as he sat up in his chair, awakened to a dimly lit room by the hammering on his door.\n\n*\"Light have mercy... did I fall asleep?\"*\n\nSharon muttered to himself as he managed to throw himself out of the chair and onto his feet, as he shambled towards the door. Rubbing some sleep out of his face, he straightened his hair to reach for the door handle; as the incessant hammering still continued.\n\n\"Alright, alright, I'm coming; I'm coming. No need to tear down the door!\" The High Elf said as he grabbed the handle and turned it around, before pulling the door to the side to look out into the corridor. However, it was not Friedrick's weathered old face he saw, like he had been expecting. Instead, he found himself staring right into Rithrynn's ample bosom. Taking a moment to realize this, Sharon quickly raised his head to gaze up at Rithrynn who was staring down at him.\n\n\"Rithrynn, I did not expect to see you here this late.\" Sharon said as he threw the Night Elf a slightly confused look, as he noticed that the Sentinel was alone as well.\n\"Is everything alright?\"",
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"text": "Liaena, who had previously been chuckling along with the dwarves at her own joke, acquired a slightly defensive expression at Doins last question. \"Well....actually...\"\n\n\"....\"\n\n\"....would you prefer me to pretend I*don't*know about the people you've got locked in your bag?\" Kathlin enquired a trifle dryly, after the silence stretched a bit too long. \"Because it would be nice to know at least what you're going to do to them, if I do?\"\n\n\"....\"\n\n\"Eh. Okay, basically, those Night Elves that are supposed to be acting as Sharons bodyguards?\" Liaena deftly sketched finger quotations in the air as she looked over at those two dwarves. \"They smashed up a trap that some of the assassins tried to set for him, and managed to capture one of them to interrogate into the bargain. However, most of what's going on at the moment is none of their damn business, so I stole him, and we're going to have a word in a bit later. On the way over here another assassin tried to abduct me, so I ended up capturing her and she's in the bag as well. It all worked out surprisingly well...all things considered\"\n\nPondering her next words, Liaena gave the two dwarves a shrug. \"As to why I'm here....really, I just needed somewhere to crash, that wasn't infested with Night Elves. Well – when I say 'crash', that really wasn't supposed to be literal. This was*supposed*to be a low profile, under-the-radar visit. Unfortunately, Rithrynn can be a bit hard to shake at times. It's a bit like owning a really large, poorly house trained puppy\"\n\nKathlin eyed the satchel carefully, the bag which was now held securely in Liaena's arms. \"Do you think they can hear you?\"\n\n\"Probably\" Liaena replied unconcernedly as she also looked down at her bag. \"FYI – Stop trying to kidnap me. It really doesn't*work*, now does it?\"",
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] | "Oh, no; no! Everything's fine!" Rithrynn quickly replied to Sharon's concerned expression; eluding to the fact that Liaena had left the house; and swiftly conjuring up the most reassuring smile that she could give him. Leaning a little over him to peer into the room, noticing that it was empty; Rithrynn's eyes fell back down to Sharon.
"Mind if I come in?"
Rithrynn asked, yet the Night Elf had already squeezed herself through the opening in the door and inside the room; pushing Sharon back inside as she entered before the High Elf could even have time to answer properly.
Standing in the room, the Sentinel took a moment to gaze around in the dimly lit room. Given the Night Elves' natural affinity for darkness and superior night vision, the lack of lighting bothered her much less so than what it probably did the High Elf.
Moving one leg behind the other, she used the back of her heel to close the door shut behind her. As they were finally alone, separated and removed from the noise in the rest of the house; Rithrynn's attention finally returned to Sharon. Walking over to the High Elf, Rithrynn grabbed him by his shoulders as she looked down at him with a look of almost unbridled glee as she smiled.
"I just wanted to talk to you, Shaw... " | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "Rithrynn continued to peer back at Sharon for a couple of moments after he asked her. With a soft smile, she subtly nodded with her head as she removed her hands from him.\n\n\"Okay... \" The Sentinel spoke, before stepping over to the nearby sofa. It was a rare thing to have Liaena away and Sharon still in the house, seeing as the nosy human usually didn't let Sharon get far away from her notice. In one sense, the attack from the mysterious assassins was a good thing as it finally took Liaena's paranoia away from Rithrynn and over to them.\n\nAs she walked over to the sofa, she brushed off some of the snow flakes that still remained on her cloak from the outside, before extending her butt and slumping it down into the cushioning embrace of the sofa.\n\n\"Have you been up here by yourself for a long time?\" Rithrynn asked as she had become comfortable in the couch, allowing her eyes to trail back to the High Elf in her room.\n\"I hope the assassins are not forcing you into solitude... \"\n\nRithrynn said as she gave Sharon a sympathetic look through the room, while fiddling with her gloves in the meantime as she removed them and placed them, alongside her Sentinel bracers, onto the table before her.",
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"text": "\"Oh, no. I wouldn't worry about that.\" Sharon answered confidently as the High Elf turned to the candles around in the room.\n\nPulling his arm out from under his cloak, he held his hand up in the air for a moment. Conjoining his thumb and ring finger, Sharon uttered a silent a silent spell. Snapping his fingers, half a dozen small lights suddenly ignited around the study, partly illuminating the room and chasing away some of the shadows around the corner where Rithrynn was.\n\n\"Greymoon and the others were here not long ago... \" Sharon explained with a smirk as he ventured over to his office desk to retrieve the half empty bottle of wine and two glasses from his secret stash.\n\" at least... before I fell asleep, that was... how long was I out??\"\n\nSharon paused for a moment as the High Elf simply stared up in the direction of the room as he tried to remember.\n\nUnable to, the High Elf shrugged and merely let out a light chuckle before he continued over to Rithrynn. \"Doesn't matter... \"\n\nReaching the sofas and the table, he placed the wine alongside the two glasses down onto it, before looking at Rithrynn with a friendly smile.\n\n\"Can I offer you something to drink?\" He asked as he picked the bottle up again and attempted to remove the cork. Yet Greymoon, being the last one to seal it, had pushed the cork so far down into the bottle that it was almost impossible to get a proper grip around it. Still attempting to grab it, the High Elf tried and failed a couple of times to pull it out before giving up. Grimacing at the bottle, he turned back to Rithrynn and smiled again at her.\n\n\"Also, I fear your sisters may not view me in the same light as you, Rithrynn. Light, they are... well, I mean you are rather tolerant. Relatively speaking.\" Sharon chuckled as he motioned at Rithrynn.\n\"I even wonder what they'd think about you being in my office. Would they even consent to that?\"",
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"text": "\"They cannot complain about something they know anything nothing about.\" Rithrynn smirked back at Sharon, the Sentinel confident in the fact that her sisters knew nothing of the fact that she was currently with Sharon.\n\nStanding up, Rithrynn reached out to take the wine bottle from Sharon that he was struggling with. Creating a solid grip around the persistent cork, she forcefully removed it from the opening of the bottle with one swift, powerful motion.\n\n\"And yes, I will not say no... \" She leered at the High Elf as the Sentinel lowered the bottle to pour both of the glasses. Placing the bottle back at the table, Rithrynn picked up the glasses, one for her and one for Sharon, both filled almost to the brim with a plentiful abundance of wine in them. Handing one glass to Sharon and keeping the other for herself, Rithrynn stepped closer to the High Elf as she smiled broadly down at him at him.\n\n\"It is just us here. Forget about my sisters. They are surely entertained enough by themselves and the abundance of food you have given them. Focus instead on the moment at hand, that which Elune has blessed us with... \" Rithrynn winked slyly at Sharon as she took a sip of her glass of wine.",
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"text": "Sharon peered up at Rithrynn with an observant gaze.\n\nThe Night Elf had quite literally left any notion of subtlety or attempts at intrigue at the door, and made no observable effort to hide her blaring intentions from the High Elf. Or if she was trying to hide them, was doing a phenomenally bad job at it.\nBut, given that this was no other ringer than Rithrynn herself, it was to be expected. At the very least, it was a massive improvement over her previous attempts to approach him, which had been far more... direct.\n\nChuckling softly at the thought, he returned Rithrynn's luring smile with a smile of his own; before raising his glass.\n\n\"To the moment then, Rithrynn.\" Sharon said, before taking a long sip from his own glass. Wondering how he was going to deal with the situation, he knew he could not accept Rithrynn's approach, because of Liaena.\n\nIt was not the little girl's reaction to him should she learn that he had spent a night in secret with Rithrynn that worried him. Rather, he was more concerned about what kind of retaliation she would enact against Rithrynn. If Liaena should come to learn that her best friend was zeroing in on him, then by all reckoning, it did not seem implausible that Rithrynn would risk ending so far up Serphia's ass that it was questionable whether they'd even see her again before the end of the year.\n\nMoving his right arm around Rithrynn's waist, Sharon moved up to suddenly give the Night Elf a light kiss on her lips before smiling at her handsomely.\n\n\"I like you Rithrynn, but I am afraid we can't go any further with this. Although I cherish your company, my true love lies with Liaena.\" Sharon explained in a cool manner, giving Rithrynn a sympathetic nod at the end of his last sentence.",
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] | Rithrynn's face, which had lighted itself up like a firework of happy emotions; immediately took a complete turn for the worse at Sharon's words.
Her smile turning into a frown, the Night Elf becoming quiet. Suddenly letting go of her glass as if she had completely forgotten about its existence, let alone the existence of anything else, she allowed it to fall to the ground and shatter into a thousand little pieces before she moved closer to Sharon, moving her arms around him as she gazed down into his eyes with a blank stare.
"But... but she's just a human." Rithrynn said with a meek voice, holding Sharon tightly.
"You will outlive her by the ages!"
*"It doesn't make sense. He doesn't make sense!"*
Seemingly shifting between confusion and sadness, Rithrynn suddenly released the High Elf from her grip before stepping away. Throwing Sharon a last gaze, she promptly turned around before quickly leaving the room, shoving the doors aside as she left!
On the outside, she ran headfirst into Shani who was passing by the office. The Sentinel immediately stopped to throw a puzzled gaze at Rithrynn who had just emerged from Sharon's dimly lit candled office, raising a finger to ask her.
"Have you seen the little assassin? ... oh, and what were you doi,-**hurrrgghhk!**" Shani suddenly wheezed as Rithrynn had launched a lightning fast fist up into her lower abdomen, stunning the sentinel whom bent forward with a painful moan, before toppling down into the carpet while Rithrynn marched away through the corridor, without having uttered as much as a single word. | false | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"'If', 'If'. I didn't know such highly trained professionals needed to make excuses\" Liaena remarked mockingly at the satchel. Whether or not Astrid might have a point about the Night Elves consistently bailing her out of confrontations with the assassins, she conveniently chose to ignore. In her mind at least, she was victor over both.\n\nKathlin pulled a weak grimace at Doins words, before looking over at the other girl pointedly. \"Yeah….you'd have to be really stupid to do something like**that**. Liaena.\"\n\nDistracted by her satchel, Liaena spared her a brief glance. \"What? I do trust you\"\n\n\"…Anyway. I guess I'm sticking around for a while too, if that's okay with you guys\" Kathlin mumbled after a pause. Looking over at Doin and Fran, she gave them a shrug and a faint smile. As always, it was drastically unlike any facial expression Liaena would pull. \"At least 'til I find out whether I'm on Stormwinds Most Wanted yet –\"\n\n\"—Good idea. You should go and sort out our rooms. Go on, shoo\" Liaena butted in loudly and cheerfully. Pushing Kathlin stubbornly towards the door, she steered the two dwarfs that way as well by virtue of positioning herself to slowly shift them back and plenty of smiles and good cheer. \"Could you give me a few minutes? There's something I need to sort out. I'll come down and join you when I'm done, if that's okay with you guys. Let me know if any more elves show up\"\n\n-SLAM-\n\nWith that, Kathlin found herself very succinctly on the opposite side of the heavy wooden door, along with a somewhat bemused Doin and Fran.\n\n*\n\nInside the room, Liaena's smile had melted away the moment she was left alone. Turning the table –dwarven height, so closer to a coffee table by any human standards – the right way, she pulled a chair up to it. Sitting down and placing her satchel on her lap, she opened it to feel around inside until she found the cloth bag that was alive. Untying the top, she yanked out Astrid and set her on the tabletop before tying a tight knot in the top again and throwing it back into her satchel with Donald still inside.\n\n\"Hi again.\"\n\nLeaning forward, one of her arms encircled the satchel possessively as she smiled at the little woman. It was not at all a nice smile, with a distinct tinge of malice to it. \"…So, are you two dating, or something? You seem very close\"",
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"text": "Sharon appeared in the doorway to his office, the High Elf's gaze shifting between Shani who was lying on the floor, and Rithrynn's cloak just as she vanished around a corner at the end of the corridor.\n\n*\"That... could have gone smoother.\"*\n\nHe contemplated, thinking back on the situation.\nHe had by no means expected Rithrynn to take the rejection lightly, at best suspect that she was merely toying with the possibility of there ever being a potential for a real love interest between them. However, he had not quite expected the complete silence and quiet outburst that she had displayed, something that Shani had been made to feel the consequences of.\n\n\"Is that your grip fading, sir?\" Suddenly sounded the dry voice of Friedrick, asking Sharon. The High Elf gazed to the other side to see Friedrick approach him, the butler ever so vigilant when it came to watching over the affairs within the house. A small frown formed on Sharon's lips, as he gently chewed on his gum before replying.\n\n\"More like dodging a bullet.\" Sharon said, before holding up the pair of gloves that Rithrynn had left behind in the room. Handing them over to Friedrick, Sharon gave his butler a look.\n\"Could you return these to her? She left them behind.\"\n\nAccepting the gloves, Friedrick made a light bow to Sharon.\n\n\"I will see if I can't find her in a better mood when I do.\" Friedrick stated. But as the butler was about to leave, he suddenly paused as he looked down at Shani who was still writhing around in pain on the ground.\n\n\"Is there any way of which I can be of service to you, madam?\"\n\n---\n\n\"**Fuck**.**You**.\" Astrid stated defiantly as she pointed her finger accusingly back up at Liaena's large face that was lurking over her.\n\"You have no business asking that!\"\n\nAstrid screamed out loudly, jumping up and down as she did. She had no desire to share that information with Liaena. If the overgrown midget learnt that she had any kind of affection for Donald, she might use him as a leverage against him.\nAnd with her being the size of a finger, the last thing she needed was Liaena to use Donald against her as well!\n\n\"This is about you. And me. So leave him out of it!\"\n\n---\n\n\"Quite a quirky lass that one, innit?\" Frarn commented as he studied the door in front of them. Doin passed a look over to him, before he chuckled lightheartedly.\n\n\"She's no ordinary girl, that's for sure.\" Donald said cheerfully, before the trio eventually turned around as they walked through the corridor.\n\"She may have a heart of gold, but she's got a mind as whacky as a bat. Not that I don't appreciate it, but I ain't imagening her prancing around the market like the other girls, looking for clothes.\"\n\n\"You know her, don't you?\" Frarn eventually asked as he gazed over to Kathlin.\n\"Do you,-\"\n\n*CRASH*\n\nBut the question was interrupted as in front of them in the hallway, a window on the side was suddenly broken as a rock packed in a newspaper article soared through it, smashing into the wall on the other side before falling to the ground.\n\n\"What in tha great forges of Ironforge!\" Doin exclaimed, before the dwarf rushed up to the window to see who had thrown the rock. Gazing out across the small square outside, the snowfall had simmered down, making it easier to see. In the darkness of the night, Doin managed to see two young men, wearing white cloaks and black, padded leather armor and chainmail.\n\n\"**DON'T YA READ YOUR NEWS, VANNIE?**\"\n\"**YOU'RE SCREWED, HAHA!**\"\n\nThey shouted up at the window where Doin had appeared. Furious, Doin opened the window before leaning out of it.\n\n\"**YER LITTLE PRICKS; IF YE DON'T RUN, I'LL COME DOWN THERE; TEAR OFF YER HEADS AND SHIT DOWN YER NECKS!**\"\n\n\"**BOOOOOO!**\"\n\nPulling his head back from the window, Doin turned towards Frarn and Kathlin, muttering \"*Fracking lillies...* \".\n\n\"Bring me mah shoota, boy. The one with the pepper and rocks.\" Doin ordered Frarn, who quickly turned around and ran off to get the blunderbuss. With a tired expression on his face, Doin let out a deep sigh before he threw a Kathlin an apologetic look.\n\n\"I'm sorry about this, the stupid White Hand are acting up again. I hate those twats.\"",
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] | Marching through the corridors to her room, Rithrynn went inside before slamming the damaged door shut; causing its battered hinges to clank with misery as the whole wooden structure reverberated.
Once inside, she paused for a moment; before stepping to the side and throwing her fists into the wall!
*"Bad move. Stupid move! Why did I even try in the first place?!"*
Muttering a series of curses in Darnassian under her breath, Rithrynn knocked her forehead into the wall before turning still. What had she really expected to happen? She knew Sharon and Liaena were deeply entrenched in their relationship. Without any sudden, major changes; what were her chances anyway?!
Biting her lips, she eventually moved away from the wall and the dent she had made in it. After all, she still had another choice; Sherpa. Liaena had Sharon, so what wrong was it that she could have Sherpa? Liaena would obviously not consent to it, but she didn't need to know. She wouldn't know, being far away in that dwarven alehouse, which probably housed some of her relatives if one were to judge by their height.
"*Fine then... I still have paths left to walk.*" Rithrynn muttered to herself, before she returned her gaze towards the door to her room. But as she was about to open it, she paused for a moment; as she had felt a wet patch running down her cheek. Realizing that a tear had escaped her eye, the Sentinel froze, before calmly moving a finger up to her face and removing it.
But as she opened the door and walked out of the room, she suddenly saw a pair of gloves lying outside of her door.
It was her gloves!
*" ... I left them!"*
Picking them up, she looked around but she couldn't see anyone in the corridor. Was it Sharon who had returned them to her? Staring down at them for a moment, she eventually put them on. She didn't know why, but it made her feel happy, and not just because she had gotten them back.
Walking through the corridors, she headed down towards the atrium, a soft smile now having appeared on her face. | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "The two Dwarves stared up at Kathlin for moment, before they both broke into a light laughter.\n\n\"The Big Fox has quite a temper, lassie. You can bet your porkchops he'll keep any promise of trashing anyone messing on our property!\" Doin exclaimed with a jolly tone, before Frarn commented on the sideline.\n\n\"Aye, and Big Fox, that's Glacus. Our boss, the old guy down there.\" Frarn explained as he pointed down to the ground where Glacus stood, who was currently shouting back at the white cloaks in front of the alehouse.\n\n\"We better get down there, kid. The boss will want every lad outside!\" Doin said, before the elderly dwarf turned and marched towards the stairs:\n\"Ya don't 'ave to come, miss, but don't worry: nothing's gonna happen to ye here. This is the Van's big house!\"\n\n---\n\nSevarian quietly observed the raging Glacus for a moment after having received the challenge. The darkcaster seemed to be in a process of contemplation as he casually gazed around at the crowd that had gathered outside the alehouse, consisting of members of the White Cloaks and the Red Vanguard.\n\n\"Very well. I would not turn down such a challenge... \" Sevarian finally said, a smirk appearing on his face. Turning to look at the masked rider next to him, Sevarian nodded in his direction. The rider's face was hidden behind an iron mask, with only two dark visors. The rider slowly bowed to Sevarian, before taking one foot over the horse's head and dropped to the ground next to it, his steel boots crunching the snow beneath them as they landed, and he turned towards Glacus and the Red Vanguard members.\n\nAs he approached them, the two dwarves, Doin and Frarn, appeared in the doorway of the alehouse as they walked out onto the grounds outside.\n\n\"What seems tha be the core of the matter 'ere?\" Doin called out, as Glacus had noticed their arrival and turned to look down towards the dwarves.\n\n\"I am sure it is obvious enough, Doin.\" Glacus commented, his eyes jumping over to the white cloaks on the opposite side of the street.\n\"They want a duel.\"\n\n\"If you wanna teach 'em a lesson; let me at 'em!\" Doin proclaimed boisterously, shaking his armored fist.\n\nGlacus smiled at the Dwarf's apparent eagerness, and nodded.\n\n\"It is a job that I am happy to offer you.\" Glacus replied, placing his arm on Doin's shoulder as he looked the dwarf in the eye.\n\"Give him hell, brother. The guild will be watching!\"\n\nOne of the officers standing next to Glacus motioned towards the Vanguard squire standing by the doorway. The young man swiftly disappeared back into the alehouse, before quickly reappearing in the doorway again as he carried an axe, a broad kiteshield and a red, horned steel helmet.\nThe squire hurried up to Doin, who accepted the arms and armor from the squire with a quick thank. Equipping the shield in hold hand, donning the helmet over his brows and clutching the shield in his other, the white bearded dwarf turned to face his opponent standing over at the White Hand crowd.\n\n\"**Imma give ya one chance to walk away, friend. Otherwise this axe here is going straight between yer bollocks!**\"\n\nDoin cried out to the White Hand Champion. But the figure did not say a word in return, merely watching him from the darkness of his visors. Frarn walked up next to his father.\n\n\"Take yer time with him. Let's give them a beating they won't soon forget!\"",
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] | Having managed to make it through the city, with only having scared a minimal amount of guardsmen, Rithrynn had finally reached the Cathedral District on her nightsaber. The wealthy buildings stood tall all around her, built with white marble stones that gave them a regal look. Many of them bore pious inscriptions on the walls and fences, and many of the owners had dispatched no small sums of gold in decor to praise the light. White, stainless banners carrying the symbols of the church of light hung next to Stormwind banners beneath high white archways rising over the roads, connecting the streets.
To Rithrynn, seeing the district created a mix of admiration and revulsion.
On one hand, the expansive architecture was truly impressive for such a simple specie with such short lifespans. On the other, it was also disturbing to see so much effort put into the worship of false idols and misguided promises.
*"These humans have so much to learn!"*
She thought to herself, before retrieving the note from her belt as she inspected it, affirming the street she was looking for. Riding around the white neighborhoods, Rithrynn's eyes scanned from side to side as she looked for signs and indications of what street she was in it.
Fortunately for her, she had ample of opportunity to pass through the streets without interference. Most of the windows around her were dark, as the residents were most likely deep asleep.
Having passed through at least five different streets, she finally arrived at a sign marked the Eternal Sun Street. Ordering Nisha to a halt, the Nightsaber let out a quite growl as it sniffed in the air.
"Progress, at last!" Rithrynn cheered, as she ventured into the street, looking for the 32rd.
"I hope I'm not too late... " | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "When she saw the girl approach, Rithrynn ordered her nightsaber to stop.\n\n\"Yes.... \" Rithrynn said, her silverly eyes narrowing as she looked closer at the little human.\n\nIn a way, the underaged little girl reminded her much of Liaena if appearance alone was something to go by. But she still lacked the devilish attitude and nastiness that characterized Liaena's personality, not to mention an ego that was ridiculously disproportionate to the rest of her body! But even so, she was still fat! ... Liaena that was.\n\n\"I am Rithrynn Syn'Dial, human.\" Rithrynn answered, before approaching the little girl. As she did, Nisha let out a deep growl at the stranger, showing the full array of her teeth.\n\n\"Do not worry about her, she's just a fuzzy little dummy who just likes to play.\" Rithrynn snickered to herself as she moved a hand forward to pat Nisha on the head. In response to this, Nisha let out a ferocious roar at the humiliation; before hanging her head in shame. Smiling, Rithrynn returned her gaze to the little girl, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studied her.\n\nWas this Sherpa's liaison? She wondered as she looked down at her. She had not expected Sherpa to send a frightened little girl to greet her, but then again, she did not know what to expect. She had never imagined Sherpa to be the one to welcome her with a small parade and flying colors dead early in the morning in a winter night.\n\n*\"That.... would have been rather funny if it had been true!\"*\n\n\"Who are you? Or... more importantly, who is your master?\"",
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"text": "*\"That should not have happened\"*\n\nWas the overriding thought running through Liaena's mind, consuming all others and momentarily stunning her into inaction as she stared after the departing Champion. The girl had seen enough broken bodies to know that when a breastplate was opened up like that, it tended to mean that the vulnerable flesh it protected underneath was severely damaged, in all likelihood beyond repair. Instead he was up, and walking like it was nothing - which she had also seen more than enough of in her life.\n\n*\"…How many of them are there!? Ten? Twenty?\"*\n\nEyes running over the amount of silent White Hand members to try and quickly count them, Liaena shrunk even further into the shadow of the building – just in time to see her doppelganger run out of the building over to the men assisting Doin.\n\n\"*No*! What are you doing!? Get out of there!\" Liaena hissed helplessly from her vantage point on the roof. Muzzle of the gun wavering between Severian and the Champion, she opted to train it on the latter as her finger tightened on the trigger, but still hesitating to pull.\n\n\"Please, let me help. I've been…trained for this\" Kathlin assured the two Red Vanguard members hastily as they picked Doin off the snow between them, sounding as convincing as she felt at the dwarfs grievous injuries (i.e: not very). Bobbing along next to them, the girl gulped as she untied the wreckage of the dwarf's shoulder plate with gentle fingers. Glancing over her shoulder to see what the white hand were doing, she froze briefly at what she saw.\n\nTurning back quickly to face the other two Red Vanguard again, the girl leaned in towards the elder one to mutter quietly to him as she wrapped her cloak up into a sausage between her hands, using it as a pad to briefly staunch the elder dwarfs blood. \"Their champion. Why isn't he bleeding?\"\n\nBehind them the snow was grey and smashed from the turmoil of the fight, with splatters of blood littering the ground and a congealing pool where Doin had fallen. There was none however, in the departing tracks of the Champion, or on the man himself, save on his metal greaves, gauntlets and sword blade. \"He should be bleeding\"",
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"text": "\"We... will not forget this!\" Glacus spat out towards Sevarian and the White Hands.\n\nSevarian, in return, graciously bowed as he smiled.\n\n\"I hope you don't.\" The black haired man said mockingly, before he turned to the rest of his company. One of the riders shouted something to the rest, and they all got back on their horses and turned to ride away. It did not take long for all the White Hands to disappear from the square, leaving only their steps in the snow behind, alongside the splatters of blood at where the duel had taken place.\n\nIn the meantime, Doin was being carried back towards the house.\n\n\"Sure, if you know anything!\" The Red Vanguard officer stated to Kathlin as they carried Doin back inside the alehouse. The dwarf was writhing around as they carried him, biting his lips.\"\n\n\"Arrr, I almost had him! If ya'll just lemme, oowww, Muradin's bearded balls!\" The dwarf growled between biting his own lips as he tried to suppress the pain from his wound. The trio of Kathlin and the two Red Vanguards carried Doin through the main hall of the inn, and into one of the rooms to the side. The room in question that they entered seemed to be a small amateur emergency room, with a basic wooden table, chair and shelves filled with various medical tools, potions and remedies. Apparently whoever usually owned the room was gone.\n\nPlacing Doin down on the table, one of the Vanguards went to towards the shelves to look through them for anything they could use.\n\n---\n\n\"I think you already know, my lady... \" The girl whispered, before she walked back towards the fence of the gate of the house she had appeared from. As she did, she motioned for Rithrynn to follow her, still keeping most of her eyes on her Nightsaber.\n\n\" ... will you come?\"\n\nShe asked, pulling her cloak closer around herself, seemingly freezing a little in the cold weather.",
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] | " ... will you come?"
Rithrynn peered down at the girl, before her eyes shifted over to the house she had come from. Furrowing her brows, she threw them both a suspicious and long gaze.
Although she had looked forward to meeting Sherpa again, she was suddenly met with by an invisible wall of doubt. It made her hesitate, but why? Was it the little girl that she couldn't bring herself to trust? Was it it something about the street? She looked up at the windows of the house, but couldn't see anything of interest.
Rithrynn and Nisha treaded silently through the snow covered street until they stood next to the little girl.
"I... guess, I will come?" Rithrynn answered with an air of uncertainty, before she dismounted her nightsaber and stood next to the girl. Nisha did not seem none too happy to be in the street either, the Nightsaber acting uneasy as she scanned the streets around them with a predatory instinct. | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"We... will not forget this!\" Glacus spat out towards Sevarian and the White Hands.\n\nSevarian, in return, graciously bowed as he smiled.\n\n\"I hope you don't.\" The black haired man said mockingly, before he turned to the rest of his company. One of the riders shouted something to the rest, and they all got back on their horses and turned to ride away. It did not take long for all the White Hands to disappear from the square, leaving only their steps in the snow behind, alongside the splatters of blood at where the duel had taken place.\n\nIn the meantime, Doin was being carried back towards the house.\n\n\"Sure, if you know anything!\" The Red Vanguard officer stated to Kathlin as they carried Doin back inside the alehouse. The dwarf was writhing around as they carried him, biting his lips.\"\n\n\"Arrr, I almost had him! If ya'll just lemme, oowww, Muradin's bearded balls!\" The dwarf growled between biting his own lips as he tried to suppress the pain from his wound. The trio of Kathlin and the two Red Vanguards carried Doin through the main hall of the inn, and into one of the rooms to the side. The room in question that they entered seemed to be a small amateur emergency room, with a basic wooden table, chair and shelves filled with various medical tools, potions and remedies. Apparently whoever usually owned the room was gone.\n\nPlacing Doin down on the table, one of the Vanguards went to towards the shelves to look through them for anything they could use.\n\n---\n\n\"I think you already know, my lady... \" The girl whispered, before she walked back towards the fence of the gate of the house she had appeared from. As she did, she motioned for Rithrynn to follow her, still keeping most of her eyes on her Nightsaber.\n\n\" ... will you come?\"\n\nShe asked, pulling her cloak closer around herself, seemingly freezing a little in the cold weather.",
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"text": "\" ... will you come?\"\n\nRithrynn peered down at the girl, before her eyes shifted over to the house she had come from. Furrowing her brows, she threw them both a suspicious and long gaze.\n\nAlthough she had looked forward to meeting Sherpa again, she was suddenly met with by an invisible wall of doubt. It made her hesitate, but why? Was it the little girl that she couldn't bring herself to trust? Was it it something about the street? She looked up at the windows of the house, but couldn't see anything of interest.\n\nRithrynn and Nisha treaded silently through the snow covered street until they stood next to the little girl.\n\n\"I... guess, I will come?\" Rithrynn answered with an air of uncertainty, before she dismounted her nightsaber and stood next to the girl. Nisha did not seem none too happy to be in the street either, the Nightsaber acting uneasy as she scanned the streets around them with a predatory instinct.",
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"text": "Kathlin joined the other two in their ransacking of the shelves of the small laboratory, the little girl rapidly selecting a syringe, a roll of bandages, a bottle of alcoholic disinfectant and a couple of vials. Heading back to the table, she swabbed the needle up and down with the disinfectant as she stretched out the skin on the dwarfs inner arm between her fingers to locate a vein. \"Don't move, Mister. This won't hurt\"\n\n\"Whaa? Whaddya – ZzzzzZZzzzzzzzz\"\n\nWithdrawing the needle and setting the syringe to one side, Kathlin surveyed the gushing wound on Doins shoulder with an air of dismay. Wiping away the most recent gore the girl trickled some of the antiseptic into the wound, probing cautiously for anything metallic or alien stuck in the cut with her fingers. Raising a needle and thread cautiously to the jagged edges, the girl visibly gave the idea up as a bad job as yet more blood bubbled up, putting it to one side as she placed both hands over the wound as she started to very quietly murmur under her breath.\n\nAs she spoke, a faint golden light blossomed under her fingers, growing slightly brighter for a couple of a moments to peak in intensity before dying away again. Removing her hands, the wound beneath now resembled something that was at least a few days to a week old, as Kathlin reached for a bandage and shot Fran (who had since entered) a deeply apologetic look. \"Sorry\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"*Technically*, I should have sewn up the wound, or at least aligned the edges properly before I did that\" the girl explained after a pause that clearly indicated that some sort of explanation needed to be forthcoming. \"Otherwise…\"\n\nIndicating the large, jagged half formed scar that had recently been an extremely fresh wound as she wound a bandage around his missing finger \"that happens. It's ugly, but he can still use the arm…and it's not as though he cares too much about that sort of thing?\"\n\n\"…uh, no offence\"",
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"text": "Most of the Red Vanguards simply stood to the side as they watched the girl's handiwork, seemingly too afraid to intervene in case they might fuddle things up. As Kathlin finally finished. the older human officer walked forward to inspect the sleeping Doin on the wooden slab.\n\nLooking over the white bearded dwarf and listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing which was now normal, he turned back towards Kathlin and bowed.\n\n\"You've done the Van' a great favor that we won't forget, young miss.\" He said with a deep and somber voice.\n\"Your skills as a medic are most impressive.\"\n\nFrarn, who had stood and watched for most of the procedure; although ready to jump forward should it be required; finally stepped forward as well.\n\n\"Ah dunnea 'ow tha thank ye enough, lass.... \" Frarn uttered at first, the younger dwarf seeming to be rather speechless as his eyes shifted between Kathlin and Doin. Eventually however, the dwarf simply walked forward and gave Kathlin a good hug, the dwarf reaching just above her chest.\n\n\"If you ever need a commendation for your future career, you can trust the Red Vanguard.\" The younger member said lastly, having waited until the end as the young human smiled warmly towards Kathlin.\n\n---\n\n\"I... guess, I will come?\"\n\n\"You will!? That's wonderful, my lady!\" The little girl suddenly beamed up with joy as Rithrynn said those words, before she quickly quieted down; as she realized her sudden burst of joy after it had already happened. Hanging her head down again, she motioned for Rithrynn to follow her as she walked towards the entrance.\n\n\"This way, my lady.\"\n\nBut, as she reached the steps to the entrance of the tall house, the girl again paused. This time, she threw an uncertain look towards the nightsaber in Rithrynn's company. A few seconds passed as she merely looked at it, seemingly unsure of what to do with it. Finally, she gathered the courage to talk, and turned to Rithrynn.\n\n\"Uhm, I don't think, eh.... I don't think she can come in inside.\"\n\n\"It's alright.\" Suddenly sounded a voice from the door, as a strong looking, bald headed man wearing a white cloak became visible in the doorway. The figure was wearing some polished steel platemail and black leather armor beneath his pale cape. He looked down at the nightsaber with a gaze of familiarity, as if he had seen one before.\n\"We have a guest room to house her in.\"\n\n\"Ohh, right, alright; come in, come in!\" The young girl then quickly stammered, as she continued to lead Rithrynn and Nisha up the stairs.\n\nAs they entered the building, they stood in the entryhall. It was a smaller, narrow corridor with two doors on either side. The white cloaked guard took a few steps back into the corridor, before he opened one of the doors to the side and motioned in towards a dark bed chamber.\n\n\"She can stay here for the stay.\" He explained, before throwing Rithrynn a stern look.\n\"If it is okay for you.\"",
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] | Nisha let out a growl to complain as the large saber glared ominously at the door and the guard.
"It's alright." Rithrynn smiled back, and Nisha roared furiously at her rider's decision.
Turning to the nightsaber at her side, Rithrynn looked down at her while resting her hands on her hips.
"You've always wanted to have a room for yourself, haven't you?"
" .... "
"A double bed, all for your selfsome? No mean Fasha or Nila to steal it from you?"
" .... "
"It does have a double bed, right?" Rithrynn suddenly asked as she turned to look at the guard.
"Yes, we,-"
"See? Your own bed!"
***ROAR***
"Off you go!"
With a sudden jolt of energy, Nisha suddenly stormed towards the guard; before taking a quick turn and charging inside the the room with a roar of glee! As the giant battlecat entered the room, she launched herself through the air with grace, flashing her claws as she descended towards the bed!
On the outside, they could only hear satisfied roars and growls as bits and scraps of cloth flew everywhere in the room, some reaching the door and falling out in the corridor.
"That'll keep her occupied for a while, I'm sure." Rithrynn said with a pleased tone as she listened to the carnage going on inside the room, ignoring the face of the servant girl that was becoming increasingly pale. | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "As she was lead into the room by the little girl, Rithrynn immediately identified Sherpa in the middle of the crowd.\n\n*\"It's actually him!\"*\n\nAs she recognized him, her heart skipped a beat. But she managed to restrain herself until the small crowd had left the room, even though her eyes were stuck to him all the way through.\nAs the guard left the room, Rithrynn immediately rushed forward; spreading her arms before she captured Sherpa in a solid hug! Holding him close to herself, she squeezed him some more before uttering to his ear.\n\n\"I've missed you! ... \"\n\nFor a moment, she had actually doubted whether she was even going to meet Sherpa at all. It had taken ages to find him in the first place, back in the sewers. It was quite hard to imagine that he was holding out in a simple house, so close to the Cathedral even!\n\n\"I was worried you'd disappear like last time!\"",
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"text": "\"I think I've seen them before…\" Kathlin said thoughtfully from where she sat beside Liaena. \"Down at the docks? …Although there's so much building works down there, I assumed that fort belonged to the Stormwind Guard\"\n\n\"Gnngh\" Liaena grumbled, leaning forward to plant both elbows on the table. \"I don't like them\"\n\n\"….\"\n\nLooking up, she addressed the main speaker, Darian. \"Did you see that champion that they had? That last hit Doin gave him should have ripped him open, but it was like he didn't feel it. I've never seen anything human – anything *living*, act like that\"\n\n\"You think they're… undead?\"\n\nThere was a very faint trace of disbelief in Kathlin's voice, which Liaena rounded on. \"Oh come **on**. You saw it too!\"\n\n\"…I'm not sure what I saw\" Kathlin mumbled after a pause. Turning, she gave the other an imploring look. \"He might not have bled but Li, you could probably make something that does that. And it makes sense that he would have come doped up; they were clearly planning to fight\"\n\n\"I know I've seen their leader before\" Liaena said decisively. Ignoring Kathlin, she turned back to Darian. \"Do you know anything about that man that was doing all of the talking, at all? Is he new? High up with them?\"\n\n\"….And does nobody really know anything about whoever it is that is backing them? No rumours, or anything?\" Liaena demanded after a pause. Looking around the table, she searched for any sort of feedback from the others faces. \"I mean, you've basically got a guy, that nobody knows anything about, funding his own private army and having them build fortresses at strategically sensible points. Call me stupid, but that sounds like a dumb idea for the city to let them get away with it\"",
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"text": "\"It's cheap, that's all that matters to the generals.\" Darian commented dryly.\n\"The generals don't want to spend more money than the can get away with, so when someone shows up offering to do most of the job, it's no surprise that they all nodded their heads and went along with it.\"\n\nHe said with a rather unimpressed voice, seemingly no more enthusiastic about the prospect of there being a mostly privately owned fort at the harbor than Liaena herself.\n\n\"As for private armies, they're definitely not the first. There are quite a lot of merc outfits in the city. The White Hands have just been the most successful lately. These armies usually come in trends, with fleeting popularity and success. Or at least that's the way it has been so far. It figures the bureaucrats simply see the White Hand as just another temporary outfit.\"\n\nDarian took another sip from his mug, which he had barely touched. Pausing for a moment, the mercenary lieutenant looked distantly into the empty air for a while, before his gaze shifted back to Liaena and Kathlin.\n\n\"The man you saw on the outside who commanded the lillies was called David Portwright, a mage of some sort. He is the guildmaster himself, or \"Archon\" of the White Hands as they call him. Although we have been quarreling for some time, I had not expected him to show up in person. Especially not during the night to merely gloat.\"\n\n\"The twat has galls, imma give 'im that!\" Frarn scoffed, before the dwarf gazed at Kathlin.\n\"And what's this talk of undead? Ye mean me father was struck down a zombie?!\"\n\n\"Let's not draw any hasty conclusions.\" Darian commented, slightly raising a hand in the direction of Frarn.\n\"For all we know, Doin's axe blade could have stopped in the space between the plate and skin, despite the penetration. It could explain why their Champion was able to fight on. Although I don't like them, I'm not ready to accuse them of recruiting the walking dead to their side for one isolated incident.\"\n\n\"What?! Ye were out there, Darian!\" Frarn exclaimed, jumping up from his seat as he looked down at Darian, waving his arms as he talked loudly!\n\"Ye saw the bleeder stan' up and stab me pa like nuthin' had happened to tha bastard! By all me hairy ancestors, ah swear that any other man woulda been lyin' in the ditch given the same!\"",
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"text": "\"I am sorry about that.\" Sherpa said, trying to stay conscious during Rithrynn's steel hug.\n\"Destiny brought us apart, but also back again. I promise I will not disappear again.\"\n\nHe said, while thinking back on the time he had left Rithrynn. He remembered having almost given up hope that he would ever escape the Night Elf's rear again, a task that the loving Rithrynn had not made easy for him. The flirtation back at the boat had been a terrible mistake! But Rithrynn did not need to know any of that, Sherpa concluded in his head.\n\n*\"Personal note 1: No shrinking this time.\"*\n\nAs Rithrynn finally slacked her grip on him, Sherpa managed to tear himself loose to beckon her towards the sofas in the middle of the room.\n\n\"Care to join me then, my lady? The night is ours.\" He asked with a warm voice, giving Rithrynn a small smile as he moved towards the center of the room.",
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] | Rithrynn snickered at the suggestion of going to the sofa, before she happily offered her hand to the High Elf as she followed him over to it.
Upon reaching it, she sat down next to Sherpa; making sure to push him into the corner of the sofa with her hips where the large Night Elf leaned over him with her shoulders. Moving her right arm behind his back, and her left arm in front of his torso, she successfully trapped him halfway under her as she snuggled up to him.
"Is this all yours?" She asked as she looked around at the majestic living room with admiration, before her silvery eyes shifted back to the High Elf under her.
Suddenly noticing her bow that was getting between them, she quickly sat up to remove it; before immediately resuming her original position right after she had put it down as she clung to Sherpa, as if she was worried he'd simply fly out of her arms at any time if she didn't hold on.
Contrary to Sharon's mansion, which although it was bigger, there were no other members of her warband to disturb her right now. No Serphia to order her around, no Naliyah to stalk her through the corridors, and no Janessa to ruin her fun with any more of her annoying tricks! Speaking of the latter two, they were probably too busy with each other to care.
But more importantly, no Liaena either!
Right now, nothing could ruin this moment for her!
"Tell me where you've been while you were gone... " Rithrynn spoke with a soft, yet excited voice as she looked Sherpa down in the eyes.
"I want to hear everything!" | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"Friends... they are such wonderful things, aren't they?\"\n\n\"Meeeh... not always... \" Rithrynn mumbled lowly in response to Sherpa's comment, the Night Elf forming a small frown of her own.\n\"Li can be a real pain in the ass sometimes.\"\n\nLet no one ever suffer such a gross ignorance as to believe Liaena to be an innocent little kitten(not to insinuate that kittens are not in fact evil little monsters themselves!)! Rithrynn didn't know what Sherpa thought of her friendship with Liaena, although she suspected that his version of it was far more idyllic than the real life counterpart. Although Liaena was her best friend, she was also sometimes her worst arch enemy from time to time!\n\n\"We're actually on vacation, sort of... \" Rithrynn explained as she gazed back at the High Elf while fondling his hair.\n\"But most of my sisters are back at your brother's house, so they can't disturb us... \"\n\nRithrynn smiled seductively at the last part, as she leaned closer over Sherpa with her head.",
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"text": "\"What?\"\n\nLooking initially surprised, Kathlins brows knitted together to seriously consider Darian's proposal. \"Well. I've already failed at my last job, so I suppose it wouldn't be a problem to help you out now. Although I'm not trained in forensics. And you should know that I'm only an apprentice, I can't actually say I'm a –\"\n\n\"She'll do it\" Liaena cut across the other girl midsentence, smiling cheerfully at Darian, then at Kathlin. \"You'll do it.\"\n\n\"Will I?\"\n\n\"Yes. Anyway….if there's nothing else going on for now, I was rude enough to cut a conversation short upstairs. I should probably get back to it\" Liaena remarked, getting to her feet and brushing herself down as she made for the door. \"Sorry to rush off\" (This was to Darian) \"…and I'm glad your dads okay\" (to Fran).\n\n\"Li!\"\n\nLiaena paused halfway out of the door, to give the speaker an impatient look. \"what?\"\n\nKathlin gestured down at herself, still notably petite, black haired and flat. \"…can I have something to make me look like me yet?\"\n\n\"…so impatient. How rude.\" Liaena sniffed exaggeratedly. \"Why? What could be wrong with your current figure?\"\n\n\"You've made that joke already\" Kathlin remarked dryly. \"It'd be nice not to have to go to a crime scene like this. I don't feel like being a suspect\"\n\n\"Hmm\"\n\nRifling in a pocket, Liaena pulled out and threw a small vial, which the other girl deftly caught. \"Are**you**going to take the antidote too?\"\n\n\"….Maybe later\"\n\n\"Eh\" Kathlin mumbled resignedly as the door slammed on that distinctly half-hearted remark. Turning back to the room at large, she gave Darian, who was naturally looking slightly confused, an apologetic shrug. \"Sorry. Long story. Kind of\"",
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"text": "\"I wouldn't doubt you on that.\" Darian muttered, slightly surprised by Liaena's sudden departure from the room. What was the talk about a conversation upstairs? From what he remembered, only Doin and Frarn had been up there with her. Who would she be talking to?\n\n*\"Maybe the girl has simply gone mad and taken to talking to herself... \"*\n\nTurning back to Kathlin, Darian folded his hands together on the table as he looked towards her as if she was undergoing a job interview.\n\n\"During the investigation tomorrow, you will be allowed to bring whatever accomplices that you think will be able to help you on your investigation. You may commission this room for the duration of the investigation, including all items and equipment contained within.We will be departing to the crime scene 7:30 AM tomorrow, which is in roughly three hours and twenty minutes, so get some sleep while you still can. Any questions?\"\n\n---\n\nSherpa smiled handsomely back at the lustful Night Elf that loomed over him, moving an arm that was still free up to stroke her cheek.\n\n\"Indeed, it is just us two here tonight... \" Sherpa said with a calm manner, as he gazed up at Rithrynn. Although she was supposedly a big bad Night Elf warrior, and not to mention a fair share of clumsy from time to time; she also possessed the beauty that often characterized the Night Elves despite their naturalistic ways and often fierce behavior.\n\n\"You've been gone for too long, Rithrynn. I've missed you... \"\n\nThe High Elf merely gazed up at Rithrynn, before suddenly rising up a little bit. Sherpa moved his head forward to give Rithrynn a kiss on her lips, gently tugging her down with him.",
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] | The moment she felt the High Elf's lips touch her own, a surge of emotions suddenly raced through her head as her eyes shot up!
"Sher... " Rithrynn uttered when their lips separated for a moment, the Night Elf looking momentarily confused. However, her lips suddenly turned into a sly smirk; before the Night Elf immediately launched herself back at the High Elf, throwing them both down into the sofa as she gave him a big kiss; holding him tight as she did.
"I'm so glad I found you too!" She said between the kissing and cuddling. Spreading herself out across the High Elf, she happily rubbed herself against him as she reached for the collar of his shirt.
*"Elune, I wish this night could last forever!"*
A rush of feelings flowed through her veins as she lost herself in the moment, enjoying every second of it!
Her fellow sisters would probably not agree with her having such an intimate relationship with a High Elf, but she did not care much about whatever they might think about it! This was her night, Sherpa was hers, and no one would get between her and him!
She didn't know what Liaena was up to, other than hanging out with her midget friends over at the Red Vanguard. But frankly, the Night Elf didn't much care for anything other than the High Elf under her at the moment. Surely Liaena would be able to survive**one night**without her protection. | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"Everyone's expendable to him\" Liaena replied darkly in response to Donalds remark. The girl was once again only paying minimal attention to the assassins final words, as she was brooding over what he had told her. *\"Arnoff. I need to find him. If he thinks that he's a dead man, anything could happen. Although would he try and hurt me? I haven't done anything to him\"*\n\nLiaena shot Donald a quick look, the assassins gaze remaining annoyingly impassive.\n\n*\"Light, I can't read him. Does he know…or not?\"*\n\n\"You have been helpful\" Liaena said begrudgingly after a long pause. Kathlins blue eyes swept up and down Donald again, evaluating him carefully before she spoke again. \"So where do we go from here?\"\n\n\"I've already said that I don't particularly want either of you causing trouble while Sherpa is still not taken care of. And besides…while I might believe*you*are sensible enough to leave town and never come back, I'm not convinced by her\"\n\nHere Liaena glanced down at her satchel, which contained Astrid. \"Your friend does seem the sort to take things personally. She's very…how to put this…Esmeraldaish?\"\n\nA flurry of squeaks were emitted from the satchel at this point, that while unintelligible, almost certainly contained the word: 'bitch'.\n\n\"…And doesn't know when to quit apparently. Do you want any deal I give you to include her as well, or not? She doesn't seem like the brightest spark, but I get that you are involved and you cared what happened to her at least once before. Do you still?\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"…Ohh, and I think she might have been looking for you when I ran into her, near Sharons house\" Liaena added helpfully, into the brief silence that followed. \"Just as an FYI. You know\"",
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"text": "\"Yes, she told me that already.\" Donald said with a small smile on his face.\n\"It's good to know that she is still watching my back - as I am hers. It's a precious and invaluable thing in a profession where nothing is otherwise true and everything is permitted.\"\n\nDonald explained. Although he loved Astrid, the more professional part of him had always carried the smallest of inkling that Astrid might one day decide to betray him; a story that unfortunately had tragically been retold too many times among the villains of Stormwind. He had met enough people, and even had colleagues who were as emotionless and soulless as even the most depraved minion of the Scourge; only differentiated by the fact that their skin wasn't rotting and their blood was still warm.\n\n\"You have my word that we will not interfere with you again. I will make sure to tell my lovely colleague about it. As long as I'm safe and in one piece, she will let it go.\"\n\nDonald took a couple of steps across the table, in the direction of the main door; when the assassin suddenly stopped, as though he had forgotten something that he just remembered.\n\n\"Ohh, yes; by the way.\" Donald said as he turned around and looked back up at Liaena.\n\"Since I am not too keen on having to battle every cat I come across in the city; an experience that would surely become more epic than it'd normally been what with me in my current state; if you could revert this shrink spell on us, it would be great. If you are worried that we will turn our blades on you, then you can also call your Vanguard friends to be sure.\"",
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"text": "Liaena raised an eyebrow at Donald. \"I don't know exactly which blades you are talking about, but I think I'm good\"\n\nReaching into her satchel and rummaging for quite some time for a vial, Liaena pulled a saucer towards her and poured a small measure of the liquid into it, enough to barely cover the bottom as she pushed it back towards Donald.\n\nGlancing down at the proffered liquid, the little assassin gave Liaena a brief askance look before bending down to scoop some up in a hand. Liaena returned the look with a deadpan. \"Sorry, I would join you. But I don't feel like being a giant\"\n\nTaking a mouthful of the liquid, Donalds eyes widened momentarily as a numbing feeling of lethargy crept over him….before he collapsed on the table, both having a) returned to his original size and b) fallen fast asleep.\n\n\"….\"\n\nIgnoring the now even more high pitched squeaking from Astrid, Liaena studied the man in silence for a minute before pulling one of the less stained pieces of parchment from Doins desk towards her and locating a functional pen. Writing reasonably slowly as she gathered her thoughts, she glanced through it once when she was finished, folded and inserted it into the inside pocket of the mans coat.\n\nThe parchment in question read thusly:\n\n*Good morning. \n\nYou're free to go as per our agreement. Sorry, but I will be keeping your girlfriend with me as insurance should you try and interfere with me in the future. Assuming I survive this and you don't double cross me, I promise I will release her as soon as Sherpa is dealt with.\n\nI hope you don't take this personally, as you said yourself that I have no reason to trust your word. I don't even want her any longer than I can avoid, but unfortunately I can't afford to take any chances.* \n\nThere was no signature. There was however, a postscript.\n\n*If you happen to remember anything else that could help with the surviving part, the dwarves know where to find me. \n\nL* \n\nLeaving the room and closing the door carefully behind her, Liaena caught the arm of a red Vanguard member that was walking past. The place was mostly deserted, it was the early hours of the morning after all and the fuss of the White Hands visit had died down. \"Hey. There's a guy asleep in there who might be a bit angry in the morning. If anyone asks, he's free to leave whenever he wants and I said it was fine\"\n\n\"Uhhh….right\" The Vanguard member said after a pause, during which time he gave her a very funny look before realising she was entirely serious. \"And who are **you**, exactly?\"\n\n\"Oh, nobody important\" Liaena smiled back, before making for the stairs, already heading down them. Outside, the darkness of the night was eerily quiet after the excitement it had seen. \"Fran knows me. Goodnight\"",
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] | It wasn't until late in the morning, when the beams of morning light traveled through the curtains and into the room, that Rithrynn finally began to wake up after the evening's little rumble, opening her eyes to look around..
It was a fuzzy sensation that she woke up to, filling her body, one of comfort and delight. She let out a delighted sigh as she reared her butt ever so slowly, enjoying the frenzied motions from within. However, when Rithrynn suddenly felt something warm that she was lying on top of, it dawned on her that it was not in fact Sherpa who was in her butt. Rather, it was no one other than Esmeralda who was still frantically wailing around inside, a rather disappointing realization that made Rithrynn slump her face back down into the pillows!
*"Elune, how long do I have to deal with her?! ... "*
Rithrynn was snuggled up to, or rather, on top of; Sherpa, the High Elven male being halfway stuck under the big, semi naked Night Elf and a sheet. She first peered lazily around in the living room, before her eyes focused back down at Sherpa. When she saw that he was still with her, she smiled and moved one arm securely around him.
"Are you awake yet?" She asked with a soft voice, raising a finger that she playfully moved down towards the temple of Sherpa's head.
"Waaakie... " | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "Outside in the city, Stormwind had very much awoken. It might not have been a festival or other religious day in the cathedral district, but all of the shops were open for trade with their awnings hung out and carriages and pedestrians were rushing back and forth. It was in the middle of all of this that a fairly unremarkable girl with brown hair in crumpled robes strolled down the street, keeping a sharp eye out around her for anything…unremarkable.\n\n*\"One district…just one district to search in. How hard could it be?\"*\n\nLiaena felt in her pocket for the purse that she had taken with her from Sharons house. It felt heavy, which was a sensation she still wasn't used to. Frivolous expenditure of her boyfriends money was still something that she had very solidly in her head as a Rithrynn-Move, but this was clearly an activity that could be chalked up to the Saving Sharons Life fund. It was with this in mind that she crossed the road to walk into one of the more prestigious, expensive-looking boutiques in the area.\n\nOnce she was inside an assistant was quick to approach her, while also eying up her rather dowdy robes, mussed hair and dirty satchel. \"Can I help you?\" the girl enquired, while looking as though she would prefer her sentence to finish with: 'leave'.\n\n\"Oh. Yes.\" Liaena said sweetly. Glancing around, she peered as some of the racks of clothing. \"I want a new outfit. Something in your latest fashion…oh, and do you do hair, too?\"\n\nIt was some time later that Liaena finally exited the boutique. She was now wearing a fitted wool dress that while still managing to remain relatively functional, screamed style and expense. A new blue cloak with cream fur trimmings hung loosely around her shoulders and Kathlins long, straggly hair had been washed and twisted into a bun. A new leather bag was carried from one shoulder.\n\nThe bag was the only point that Liaena had actually fought over with the eager shop assistants. Her insistence on size and convenience had clashed with their opinion on the Latest In Thing, and they had eventually compromised on something that while not the height of the fashion, was still passable in their eyes with the rest of the ensemble. It was actually quite a nice upgrade over her old satchel, Liaena mused as she walked down the steps into the street and immediately flagged down a cab. Where she was going was in fact just around the corner, but that wasn't the point.\n\nWhat was around the corner was in fact the most prestigious estate agent in the Cathedral District. The server behind the front desk glanced up at Liaena entered, took in her general attire and demeanour and started to rise to his feet. \"Can I help you?\"\n\n\"I would like to speak to your manager. Can you arrange that?\"\n\n\"Uh\" the man glanced behind him, then back at her again. \"Pardon me, Ma'am, but do you have an appointment?\"\n\n\"No\" Liaena whispered. Leaning forward, she slid a solid gold piece across the table towards the service. \"Could you possibly see if he would make time for me?\"\n\n*\n\nIt was in a remarkably short space of time that Liaena had been ushered into a cushy office, to be greeted by a portly man that reminded her strongly of Lord Graymoon. The thought stuck in her mind and made her have to bite back laughter as he offered her a drink, which she declined. \"And what can I do for you this morning, my dear?\"\n\nLiaena sunk into one of the cushy chair, before looking back at the overweight house broker. \"I have a favour to ask you, sir\"\n\n\"Oh?\" The mans curiosity was clearly piqued, although it was tempered with disappointment that her response hadn't been 'sell me an extremely expensive house' as he gave her a sharp look. \"And what would that be?\"\n\nLiaena paused, taking a deep, shuddering breath before continuing. \"I am looking for a friend of mine. I have lost contact with him, but I believe he has come back to live in this district in the last few months. He is a man of excellent taste, and if he has had dealings with your establishment you will have records of where he is currently staying. I am asking for your – discreet – assistance in this matter\"\n\nLooking up, Liaena gave the agent a wide-eyed, imploring look, before settling her hands on her extremely expensive wool skirt. \"If you were able to help, you would find me**extremely**grateful I assure you\"",
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"text": "\"Hu-hum,\" The pudgy man coughed slightly as he threw a quick glance to a large ledger the size of a small chest clad in dark brown leather resting at the end of the table, before finally looking back at Liaena.\n\n\"I am afraid that we cannot give out personal information about our clients just like that, it's a right of privity that we pride ourselves in being able to provide, young miss. Here at Rochenstein's Housing for Exquisite Personnel, we have a deep respect for our customer's private matters and desire to be left alone, which is the belief that forms the cornerstone upon which this illustrious company was built on!\"\n\nHe proclaimed high and loudly as he held his hand up high as if he was a priest preaching fervently at a sermon, and his other around the laps of his richly decorated silk and leather coat.\nThe man definitely carried the look of being part of the higher middle class or lower upper class, as his garments were richly textured and adorned with elaborate tailoring. A small black hat with a long feather sat on the other end of the table, most likely belonging to the estate agent, and his fingers carried no less than six rings of silver, gold and adorned with diamonds or other precious metals and stones.\n\nHowever, shortly after his little speech, the man peered at Liaena's rich and most likely expensive apparel with heightened interest. Moving his hand to stroke his short beard, a moment of silence ensued as the man seemed to be contemplating on something, before speaking again; his face now looking much more neutral and curious.\n\n\"But... ahem, exactly just**how**important is it that you find this man, my lady?\" He suddenly inquired as he looked towards Liaena with a look that only a true businessman could recreate, hinting at her with one of his eyes while he placed one of his hands down on the ledger at the table, gently drumming with his index finger on the leather cover of the huge book.\n\n\"I might be able to arrange something, if the...**need**for it, was great enough.\"",
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"I'd love to!" She said with an eager voice as she smiled back down at the High Elf.
Certainly a breakfast couldn't hurt. After all, what was the worst that could happen?
She also didn't know the situation back at Sharon's mansion either. If her sisters had managed to empty the whole house's food storage, it wouldn't really surprise her. A meal was at least guaranteed here, after all. Not to mention she had not known Sherpa to be much of a cook. If Liaena viewed him as a cook, it was probably as a chef boiling the souls of the damned and grating infants.
But who cared? Liaena was notorious for completely blowing things out of proportions anyway!
Sitting back up in the sofa, and finally freeing Sherpa of her ensnaring embrace; Rithrynn began to look around for her clothes, armor and weapons that were scattered all over the living room. She had little memory of how her dagger had ended up embedded into the face of a man in one of the paintings decorating the walls of the room, something that would forever remain a mystery.
But on the other hand, she found it to be a miracle that neither she nor Sherpa had gotten themselves injured last night, as she found no less than four arrows, alongside her own sword, lying in the sofa beneath the blankets and pillows.
*"Thank Elune Serphia didn't see this... actually, thank Elune twice for that!"*
"What are we having?" Rithrynn asked as she was trying to sort through the straps of her breastplate that had gotten tangled amidst the chaos that now was the living room, throwing a smile back at Sherpa in the sofa. | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "As Sherpa left for the door, Rithrynn was quick to get on her feet as well; immediately dropping her plate back down on the table.\n\n\"Wait!\" She quickly said, before walking over to Sherpa. Looking down at the High ELf for a moment, she suddenly gave him a last hug. Holding him tight, she gave him a plolonged kiss, before finally letting him go.\n\n\"Please don't make me wait too long.\" Rithrynn said to his face, before finally smiling. She really hated the uncertainty of not knowing when she'd see Sherpa again. The thought of having to wait for months, or even years till next time wasn't any good to her.\n\nAfter Sherpa had left, Rithrynn found herself alone in the living room.\n\nAs the thoughts of Sherpa finally left her head, she began to look around. It was probably a good idea to make her way back to the mansion before her sisters would start asking questions about her absence. Fortunately there was currently no Falere around to question her every move, thanks to Liaena, and so with any luck there shouldn't be any problems. Serphia was probably too busy trying to find her missing prisoner, or punishing Shani; to care about where she had been.\n\nHowever, as as she stepped out into the corridor, her elven senses picked up the subtle shuffle behind her of the servant girl Alice.\n\n\"You don't have to follow me. I can remember the way out.\" Rithrynn said, slightly moving her head to the side to look back at Alice.\n\n\"I'm just here in case there's anything! If you'd like, mentally picture yourself that there is no one here and I don't exist if you will, ma'am.\" Alice answered with an annoyingly cheerful voice, and Rithrynn let out a long sigh.\n\n\"You did remember you at least feed Nisha, right?\"\n\n\"You mean the big cat?\"\n\n\"Yes... the big cat, for Elune's sake... \"\n\n\"Of course, ma'am!\"\n\nWalking down to the first level, Rithrynn found the guest room where she had left Nisha the night earlier. Opening the door, she looked into the tenebrous room which for the moment was very silent.\n\n\"Nisha, come girl! We are leaving!\" Rithrynn called out loud into the room. However, nothing answered. Moving her head further in, Rithrynn scanned the room and saw a large, flurry hairball lying in the congealed mess of torn textile, strewn feathers and broken wood that had once been the double bed of the room. It was no one else but Nisha, the large nightsaber, whom was currently sleeping rather contently.\nNisha opened her eyes when Rithrynn entered her room, peering intently at the sentinel from her lying position amidst the ruined room.\n\n\"I said, we are leaving now! Do you always have to be this difficult?\" Rithrynn called out at the lazy animal.\n\"Well, so it looks like I just have to leave you here. Ahh well, that's a pity. It seems like Fasha and Nila will get all the salmon the human miss Colins is preparing back at our house then.\"\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\"With melted cheese and raspberry.\"\n\n***ROAR**!\"\n\nWith a sudden burst of energy, Nisha exploded out of the bed with great force, pushing the wreckage of a bed through the rest of the room as the large nightsaber stormed past Rithrynn like a whirlwind and out into the main corridor!\nNisha took a quick whiff at Alice, before simply continuing on, ignoring the little servant girl complete before she continued to rush towards the door. Upon reaching it, she launched herself at it, almost breaking it down as she scratched eagerly against the wooden plates; leaving a series of deep cuts in the door as its hinges struggled to hold the over-eager nightsaber!\n\nRithrynn followed shortly afterwards, gracefully moving next to Nisha; she simply touched the doorhandle to move it slightly down, causing the door to open, and the nightsaber to charge out of the house with a roar of glee.\n\n\"Thanks for the stay,\" Rithrynn then said, turning back to Alice who was standing in the corridor.\n\"And... good luck with the room. Sorry about that, heh.\"\n\nOn the outside, shocked bystanders completely froze up as the large feline descended from the stairs and landed in the middle of the road! Rithrynn came running down right after it, before jumping onto her back.\n\n\"Let's go, girl! To second breakfast!\"\n\n***ROAR!***\n\nNisha roared in agreement, before charging off through the street, throwing snow far up into the air behind her while causing terrified citizens to throw themselves out of the way of the frenzied nightsaber and her Night Elven rider!",
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"text": "Watching secretly from her vantage point across the road, Liaena's eyes narrowed to slits as Sherpa wandered out of the house, to stroll casually over his carriage as if he didn't have a care in the world. With that much emanated hate, it was a wonder that Sherpa did not detect her presence, or even drop dead on the spot.\n\n*\"We'll see how smug you are soon enough. You won't be hiding behind your hired muscle any longer\"*\n\nAs the carriage rattled off, her eyes returned to the building thoughtfully. Now was in theory the point she returned to Sharon, Sherpa's address confirmed. However, it occurred to her that with Sherpa and what looked like the owners out of the house out of the way, now might be an ideal moment to try and bluff her way into the building. Pushing her (untouched) food and tea aside with that in mind, she dumped down a few silver and started to rise to her feet – just as the door opened again, and another two forms leapt out. It took a few moments to process what she was seeing, before her jaw dropped in slowly dawning horror.\n\n*\"RITHRYNN!?\"*\n\n\"Lets go girl! To second breakfast!\"\n\n*ROAR*\n\nAs Rithrynn and Nashi sprinted off down the street, Liaena hung in her half-sitting, half-standing position as she struggled to comprehend what had just happened. *\"I-I-I don't understand. What's going on? Why – why would she be here? …\"*\n\n\"Ma'am? Please Ma'am, are you alright?\"\n\n\"……\"\n\n\"I-\" Liaena stuttered as she turned to the waitress, who had come over to stare at her with some concern. Several of the people sitting outside was also eyeing her oddly, she was creating quite a scene as she hung frozen in place, face white as a sheet. \"—I have to go\"\n\n\"Ma'am—\"\n\nUncaring of anything the waitress had to say Liaena sprinted off down the street, pushing aside pedestrians and dashing between rattling carts. Deaf to the cries of rage, she continued to run flat out towards the Mage District.",
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"text": "Her journey through the city from atop of Nisha went as fast as it was wild, with the nightsaber pushing herself onward against the promise of all the delicacies that awaited her at the mansion.\n\nAfter about a couple of dozen or so terrified bystanders, two near heart attacks and a short chase by two members of the local city guard mounted on two very small ponies, Rithrynn finally found herself back in the Mage District; the latter two having long lost her before she had even crossed the canal.\nAlthough Stormwind was a very different sight from her home forest of Ashenvale, the urban terrain was still uneven enough for the nightsabers superior agility to easily outmaneuver that of the more long distanced horses.\n\nArriving at the front street of Sharon's mansion, Rithrynn quickly spotted the cloaked figure of Ashei behind the frozen metal bars of the gate. She looked more like a snowman than an elf, arms huddled together beneath her dark and purple elven cloak in a classical 'I hate my job' posture. Approaching the gate, it required Rithrynn to shout before the half frozen Night Elf finally looked up at her.\n\n\"W-w-where have you been!?\" Falaani asked when she saw Rithrynn come riding atop of Nisha.\n\n\"Ehh, just some Lieutenant stuff in the city. I'm done now. Will you let me in?\"\n\nFalaani, quite obviously not satisfied with her answer, but too frozen to even care, fiddled with the keys that she recovered from within her cloak as she opened the gate, and let Rithrynn and Nisha into the property before closing it shut behind them.\nLeasing Nisha with her through the front door, Rithrynn quickly noticed Sharon standing atop the balcony in the atrium. As she saw the High Elf, she pulled her hood back and waved up at him.\n\n\"Heey! Did I make it in time for breakfast?\"",
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Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "Her journey through the city from atop of Nisha went as fast as it was wild, with the nightsaber pushing herself onward against the promise of all the delicacies that awaited her at the mansion.\n\nAfter about a couple of dozen or so terrified bystanders, two near heart attacks and a short chase by two members of the local city guard mounted on two very small ponies, Rithrynn finally found herself back in the Mage District; the latter two having long lost her before she had even crossed the canal.\nAlthough Stormwind was a very different sight from her home forest of Ashenvale, the urban terrain was still uneven enough for the nightsabers superior agility to easily outmaneuver that of the more long distanced horses.\n\nArriving at the front street of Sharon's mansion, Rithrynn quickly spotted the cloaked figure of Ashei behind the frozen metal bars of the gate. She looked more like a snowman than an elf, arms huddled together beneath her dark and purple elven cloak in a classical 'I hate my job' posture. Approaching the gate, it required Rithrynn to shout before the half frozen Night Elf finally looked up at her.\n\n\"W-w-where have you been!?\" Falaani asked when she saw Rithrynn come riding atop of Nisha.\n\n\"Ehh, just some Lieutenant stuff in the city. I'm done now. Will you let me in?\"\n\nFalaani, quite obviously not satisfied with her answer, but too frozen to even care, fiddled with the keys that she recovered from within her cloak as she opened the gate, and let Rithrynn and Nisha into the property before closing it shut behind them.\nLeasing Nisha with her through the front door, Rithrynn quickly noticed Sharon standing atop the balcony in the atrium. As she saw the High Elf, she pulled her hood back and waved up at him.\n\n\"Heey! Did I make it in time for breakfast?\"",
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"text": "Silly double posts ^^",
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"text": "When the door to the atrium suddenly opened, a small hope appeared in Sharon's chest that it might have been Liaena returning. But alas, it turned out to be Rithrynn to his great surprise, accompanying a large nightsaber who was dragging no small amount of snow with her inside, something that made Friedrick throw the cat a rather demeaning look that Nisha herself seemed ever so happily ignorant about.\n\n\"Rithrynn?\" Sharon said from the top of the balcony, as he looked down at the Night Elf.\n\"Where have you been?\"\n\nHe asked, taking a couple of steps down alongside the circular stairs leading down to the main floor of the atrium.\n\n*\"What has she been doing? Is this another secret operation by Liaena and Rithrynn behind my back? Goodness, what are they up to this time?!\"*\n\nSharon couldn't help but wonder if the disappearance of Liaena was not linked with Rithrynn's own little trip out of the house in the middle of the night. Those two were like fire and gunpowder, and were more than capable of causing no small amount of chaos or damage when left to their own devices.\nThe High Elf could already start to imagine the complaints piling up at the City Guard's offices, complaints that would soon find their way to him!\n\n*\"Dear light, I hope they haven't broken anything expensive.\"*\n\nReaching the bottom of the stairs, Sharon walked over to Rithrynn. He threw her nightsaber a brief look as he approached her. Rithrynn and her warband was however not the first time he had ever seen Nightsabers, which had been back in the Third Great War.\n\n\"Do you have any idea where Liaena is, Rithrynn? I haven't seen her since yesturday.\"",
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"text": "\"I…see…\" Kathlin said hesitantly, taking a moment to digest this new information. \"I'm sorry Ma'am. I thought that you were the one that found him\"\n\nShe cast a quick glance at Ragnar, but the dwarf still seemed unwilling to commit either way to the conversation. At the same time, Kathlin spied a little owl flutter down to perch on the windowsill behind Rosemarys back and begin to headbutt the glass persistently.\n\n*\"She has the best timing…\"*\n\n\"Uh…actually Ma'am, I'm not actually a member of the Red Vanguard. Some of their members are friends…of a friend, so they asked me along to see if there was anything I could do to help\" Kathlin clarified after a pause, causing the dwarf next to her to give her quite a sharp look.\n\n\"If possible, I'd still like to assist your Captain Adolph with the investigation. It's my….civic duty, I suppose Ma'am? I would prefer to finish the autopsy, and I do have a bit of medical knowledge if they were in need of that\"\n\nHaving said her piece, Kathlin clasped her hands behind her back as she looked at Rosemary, all the while ignoring the rhythmic bangings coming from the window behind the lady, which were becoming steadily louder.\n\n\"Would it be possible to speak to the servant that found him, Ma'am?\"\n\n*\n\nRunning as though all the creatures of hell were behind her, Liaena had long since been left in the dust by Rithrynn and Nisha, but then she didn't take the same route as the Night Elf and Sabre. Leaving the main street to sprint down one of the side alleyways, Liaena cut an almost straight line across the Cathedral district as she jumped over bins, ran along walls and barged heedlessly through not-at-all public rights of way. It was only when she burst out on the waterfront of the canal path that she stalled for a moment.\n\nRunning on pure adrenaline, it was only when she stopped that all of the complaints from her overexerted body hit her at once as she groaned, bending over to nurse a wicked stitch. The bottom part of her new cloak had been ripped clean off and she had no idea how it had happened. The hem of her expensive wool dress was caked with melted snow and grime, and her hair was a sight to behold. However bad she looked however, she felt a lot worse.\n*\"Oh Rithrynn. What's he done to you?\"*\n\nShe must have been possessed, by that creature that attacked them in the sewer, or maybe some other evil curse that Sherpa had cast to get his claws into her. That was after all, the only possible explanation, and it hurt a lot more than any of the physical abuse she had recently taken. *\"I should never have told her to go away\"*\n\nBut where was she going now? Back to Sharon's house? Where Sharon was, surrounded by idiot Night Elves that wouldn't even give their sister a second glance, and where it was all too easy to get him on his own, just in time for a tragic accident…\n\nLiaena started to run again.",
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] | "You mean she's still gone?" Rithrynn asked back at Sharon, the Night Elf raising her eyebrows for a moment; before quickly returning to a more neutral expression.
...
"I don't have a clue... "
*"She's probably still over at that dwarven bar I bet, spending time with her fellow midgets, heh."*
Rithrynn smiled innocently back at Sharon, who at the moment was giving her a very long look in return.
"Maybe she is out shopping. Or she has gone to a scheduled gathering with other shorties to discuss their everyday day-to-day problems. Only the goddess knows, she could be concocting a devious new potion in all secret in some hidden tunnels beneath this very house! ... I haven't seen her since yesterday."
Rithrynn shrugged her shoulders and slightly raised her palms at Sharon. Nisha in the meantime threw her a rather odd glare, before the big nightsaber resumed her job of sniffing out every single scent in the air with deep sniffs - trying to find the salmon with raspberry sauce promised to her by Rithrynn.
"Buuut... " Rithrynn said hesitantly, secreting taking a step by Sharon as she gently pulled on Nisha's collar.
"I've got to go feed Nisha over here... talk to you later, alright? Kay-Thanks-goodbye-seeyou-Elunewatchyourpath!!"
With a non-so-subtle pace, Rithrynn walked sideways through the room with Nisha, giving Sharon a reassuring smile and wave; before disappearing into the corridor below the stairs as she headed for Miss Colin's kitchen! | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "Running through the city, Liaena stalled a few streets away from Sharons mansion.*\"What am I doing? I can't go in like this\"*\n\nGlancing around, the girl withdrew into the gap between two buildings away from the prying eyes of the street. Removing the expensive, fur-trimmed, badly ripped cloak from around her shoulders, she unceremoniously threw it into the gutter. Pulling a small vial that was pitch black inside out of her bag, she took a final look around for spies before tilting her head back to gulp the contents down. A moment later she grimaced and braced herself against the wall as her insides started to jump about like snakes.\n\nIt took less than a minute for the worst of the effects to wear off as Liaena shakily held her hands up to check them, then reached for a strand of hair to look at the colour. The sleeves of the dress were now clearly too long for her as she turned them back to keep them out of the way.\n\nRemerging from the narrow gap was a girl that was an entirely different person from the one that had entered it, being about a foot shorter, with black hair and paler, although still flushed and sweaty from her mad dash through the city. Keeping a sharp look around for anybody who might be taking more of an interest in her than healthy, Liaena set off for Sharons house again at slightly less than full out run, heavily conscious that she had once again become 'Desirable Bargaining Chip No1' for any enterprising lurking assassins that hadn't learned from the last times.\n\nThankfully, she only had to turn several corners before she finally reached the street at which Sharons mansion was located on, with a very, very, very unhappy looking Night Elf posted outside. That Night Elf only seemed to register Liaena's presence after she had already approached, with a very long apathetic pause before recognition finally formed. \"Oh. You're that monkey that lives here aren't you?\"\n\n\"…Yes\" Liaena said carefully, deciding under the circumstances to just this once allow the 'monkey' descriptor to pass. \"Can I come in?\"\n\nFalaani sulkily turned to start rattling around with the bolt on the gate while Liaena hovered impatiently. For a race that prized itself on its elegance and speed, the Night Elfs moments seemed to the human to be torturously slow. \"By the way…you haven't seen Rithrynn, have you?\"\n\n\"Hmm? Oh. Yeah.\" Falaani paused for a moment, before wrinkling her nose in recognition as she finally pushed the gate open sluggishly. \"Special*Lieutenant*business, she says. Not as though the lieutenant isn't supposed to manage rotation or anything like that. Who needs relief? …Ashei nei bara nur ma Faleere vashani …where've**you**been, anyway?\"\n\nBut Liaena was already gone as she turned around, running towards the house.",
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"text": "A worried crease had appeared on Kathlins forehead at Rosemarys words. The distinction between 'the lady of the house' and 'a servant' finding the corpse seemed like quite a large one to her, no matter what the lady of the house herself had to say on the matter. \"Ma'am, sorry but could you clarify? Who –\"\n\nKathlin stopped very abruptly upon receiving a dig in the upper thigh from Ragnar, who had just elbowed her. Pausing for a moment, she then looked over at Eddick. \"Uhhhh…Yes. Sure.\"\n\nTurning to follow the servant, Hester, who was still trying to eat her way though the window gave a muffled squawk of anger before fluttering over to stalk her along the long greenhouse corridor, glaring fiercely through the glass.\n\n\"…Excuse me Mister Murphy, but could you give me a moment?\" Kathlin explained as she paused by one of the windows that could be unlatched. Unlocking it, she reached out to grab Hester, the owl spat a very crumpled, torn piece of paper at her as she brought it inside before fluttering to her shoulder, grumbling to herself. Kathlin unfolded the scrap of paper to briefly scan the contents.\n\n*\"Why does she have to be so cryptic? …\"* \n\n\"I'm sorry about that\" Kathlin said as she turned back to the servant, who was giving her an unfathomable expression. \"She belongs to a friend of mine and…she's uh, very well trained\" the girl added without much hope. Hester's status as a demon-bird was well established with those that knew her.\n\n\"…\"\n\n\"…So you were the one that discovered the corpse, Mister Murphy?\" Kathlin enquired as they made their way towards downstairs. \"Would you be able to tell me the circumstances of when you found him? Why were you attending him at 1am in the morning?\"",
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] | In the beginning, the nightsaber simply stared blankly back at Miss Collins as she was fondling her cheeks, playfully twisting the battlecat's head around. Nisha seemed confused by the many signals that she was receiving from the strange human, but at the mention of treats and goodies, Nisha let out a smaller, approving roar as the nightsaber's face turned into a happy, tooth-filled smile at the human's words.
Rithrynn stood next to the two in the meantime, having contemplated whether she should intervene or not if Nisha wanted to eat the human after the scolding she had received. But as it became apparent that no such thing would happen with Miss Collin being the unofficial mistress of all food in the house, Rithrynn let the thought slip.
"Well, it seems like you guys are coming well along... " Rithrynn commented as she stared at the way miss Collins played with Nisha.
"I shall leave you to it. And Nisha, remember to return to your quarters when finished!"
The nightsaber merely made a low noise in return to Rithrynn's command, as Nisha was already following miss Collins further back into the kitchen!
Throwing the two a last look, Rithrynn placed one foot behind her, and slipped out of the kitchen; but not before snatching a wine bottle that was standing around on the tables! Having exited the kitchen, she walked away in the direction of her own room. If Liaena did not return anytime soon, she had a lingering suspicion that Sharon would probably call for a search expedition.
Whatever he might have planned to do later that day, Rithrynn at least felt determined that she would do nothing more, until she had gotten herself some R&R!
*
A few moments later, Rithrynn appeared in the living room of Sharon's mansion, which was still occupied by her warband.
Carrying the bottle she had stolen from the kitchen in one hand, and wearing a dark blue, silk bathrobe, Rithrynn walked through the living room in search of a place to sit. Slightly more than half of the room's two dozen occupants were fast asleep, sleeping in everything from sofas, chairs and in corners. The noise in the room was noticeable lower than before, though it could not be classified as anything near 'quiet', as there were still at least two groups in the room talking loudly and laughing between each other, and the mini-fight-tournament was still going on, as her sisters had apparently managed to scavenge a new table after the last one was demolished. At the moment, she recognized Anastia, who was going on a winning streak of four so far. Next to the small crowd around the table sat Naliyah, who didn't seem one bit tired as the pink haired Night Elf scanned the room with utmost precision, and gave Rithrynn a small wink as she entered that was enough to send a small chill up through her spine.
Though there seemed to have been another tournament in her absence, as Rithrynn noted a mannequin standing in front of the windows. It was peppered with arrows, most of them buried in its face, but some sitting in the wall behind it. One of the windows however seemed to have had a frame boarded up, and Rithrynn could only guess that not every arrow had hit its mark.
As for Shani, she was nowhere to be seen in the room anymore.
Finding a large chair occupied by one of her sisters, who at the moment was fast asleep as she lay across the entire leather chair, Rithrynn paused for a moment. Taking some time to observe her sleeping sister, Rithrynn gently moved an arm behind her, and slowly pushed her towards the edge. Upon reaching the edge, the slow journey stopped, and was replaced with an instantaneous fall and a 'thud' as the sentinel fell face flat down on the floor in front of the chair. However, the abrupt fall did not seem to have disturbed her booze filled beauty sleep, and thus Rithrynn sneaked herself over her to sit down in the chair herself.
*"Thank Elune, finally some peace and quiet... "*
Rithrynn thought to herself as she began to work on the cork of the bottle. | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"One.\" Friedrick answered shortly.\n\"He became a lawyer of all things. Why I would never understand; the man had all the finer qualities to become a honored butler to the higher families of Stormwind, but woe behold; fate did not deem his future so.\"\n\nFriedrick strategically positioned himself between Rae'liel and the Night Elves whom they walked away from, in case one of the former might be tempted to place an arrow in Rae'liel's neck for talking back to them.\n\n\"The reason you were summoned was due to a bad case of assassins, who are also supported by darker forces, which is so typical of Sharon. One thing is for the political world of Stormwind to try to kill you, but it takes a certain kind of character to attract the forces of evil on top of it all!\" Friedrick explained as they reached the outer door, which outside of its carved wooden ornaments and decorative gold linings also carried its fair share of heavy steel plating with some magical runes etched into it that glowed dimly in the morning light.\n\n\"The door's quite new, actually. We had to replace it after the first night, and all signs indicate that it has so far been assassin... and Night Elf; proof.\"\n\nThe butler pulled the heavy iron handle down, and one of the doors swung open as they were met with a wave of warm air from the inside. Walking inside, he shut the door behind them after Rae'liel had entered.\nThe atrium was as messy as it had always been since the arrival of Serphia's warband, with pictures hanging sideways, goblets lying around on the floor, alongside two inebriated Night Elves who were fast asleep, one wearing an obviously undersized, human designed set of robes in a flurry of different colors, and the other little more than a thong as she slept upside down in an recliner. The brass bucket normally laid out for canes and staves by the entrance had been occupied by a plethora of spears, bows and other bizarre weapons from the Night Elves's vicious arsenal.\n\n\"Do not worry yourself, the vast majority of the elves are restricted to the first and basement level, and most in the living room.\" Friedrick explained as he lead Rae'liel through the battlefield that was the atrium. Loud noises, screams and laughter still emanated from the lower west flight of the mansion where the living room was located.\n\"They have been partying for days on end without any rest, and as a consequence of that, so haven't I had any either. How they do it, I have no idea. Before they came here, I had always assumed that dwarves were the uncontested champions of mindless frivolities.\"\n\nFreidrick continued to talk as he took Rae'liel up through a flight of stairs. The upper levels of the mansion were considerably tidier than the lower ones, the hallways pristine and untouched almost as if no one had walked in them at all short of a crew of professional cleaners.\n\nAs they reached the door to Sharon's chambers, Friedrick paused just outside; the voices of Liaena and Sharon could be heard from within. Turning to Rae'liel, Friedrick smiled.\n\n\"It's good to see you again, Lady Kindreth. You don't seem to have changed one bit since I last saw you... \" Friedrick stated, before pausing and motioning towards the door.\n\"Sharon is inside, and so is his new lover. This one he has actually managed to keep for quite some time now, and I have to say I am impressed. He should be ready to speak to you, but... if you have any more questions, now is the time.\"",
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"text": "Rae'liel - The Honored Guest\n\n\"Only one?\"\n\nAlmost sorrowfully, the Elven woman glanced upward to the human as he professed his lament when it came to the profession of his only grandson. Gently patting his shoulder reassuringly with the heavy weight of her armored hand, she would shake her head slowly.\n\n\"Fret not upon your Grandson's profession, dear Frederick.\" She spoke quietly as they stepped over the unconscious and obviously drunken Night Elves that lay sprawled haphazardly across the floor. \"I'm sure in due time he will make you proud. After all, not every child follows in the footsteps of their parents! My mother was a Priest, and my father a Warrior. As you can see, I followed neither.\"\n\nPausing at the threshold that lead to Sharon and his apparently new loved one, Rae simply lofted herself to the tip of her toes and gently kissed the elderly man's cheek in gratitude. \"Thank you for your hospitality, Frederick; but I'm afraid the inquiries I have remaining are for Sharon.\" Nodding with a flushed face from the thankfulness she displayed, the Butler then hurried away to the sound of shattering glass and cackling laughter from below; no doubt the workings of the troublesome guards that were on the lower floors.\n\nSighing at the very thought of having to work with these foolishly acting Elves, the Sin'Dorei inhaled a slow breadth deeply and regained her usual hardened composure as she slipped the goggles off her eyes. Glaring at them in disgust over the fact that she had to hide her appearance in the face of others even in spite of her neutrality, she simply left them hanging in her grasp with one hand before placing the heavy shield she bore to where it belonged on her back.\n\nThen pressing her palms against the solid wooden doors, the first thing the high elf and his lover would see was an armored form with ominously luminous eyes of green. With the creak of the doors ceasing at long last, the heavy footfalls of her plated boots marked the cadence of her inexorable footsteps as she stepped forward into the dim flickering light. First, her eyes in all their high borne pride found Liaena with a judgemental loft of one brow higher than the other, and with it a long silence followed her obvious interruption.\n\n\"Long time no see, Sharon.\" The Sin'Dorei simply stated concisely to the Quel'Dorei without a hint of emotion. \"The last I remember of you was the evacuation of the northern human settlements, though I understand you have a tendency to keep in trouble; judging by your letter anyway.\" The apathetic stare soon softened however, as she continued to speak. \"And you found yourself love and....well....*peculiar*company. Even the Darkspear have more discipline than the harlots you keep in your basement. If they're your guards, I'm surprised that you haven't been killed already, are you certain you don't wish for me to call for some Blood Knights? They would teach your inebriated foolish company the meaning of duty and discipline.\"\n\nWas she a bit too critical? Perhaps, but getting attacked for no reason tends to further stain an already venomous tongue.",
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] | A series of heavy footsteps could suddenly be heard from outside of Sharon's study.
Not long after, Falaani suddenly appeared outside the doorway, still covered in bits of frost and snow from the outside. She immediately spotted the trio inside the room, and raised her hand to point at them.
"There she is, mistress! That's the featherless harpy I spoke of!" Falaani called out, just as more than half a dozen of sentinels rounded the corner behind her. All of them were armed and armored, wearing their winter uniforms consisting of long wool robes with pitch black steel plates, pauldrons, helmets, tassets, greaves and handguards; their armor decorated with an elaborate silver lining depicting leaves and intricate patterns over the black painted surface. And on their back, most of them wore a dual set of cloaks, their traditional deep purple and blue elven cloaks, with some shorter, black capes on top of it.
And they were all armed to the teeth, holding bows, spears and dual blades, and more than a dozen angry, silver eyes were now zoomed in on Rae'liel.
In the middle of the group was their captain; Mistress Serphia, a towering elf with a long, flowing snow white hair who was very large even for a Night Elf, standing at almost eight feet tall and looming down over them. She was holding two thin, yet large and curved elven blades, and cast a cold and calculative look down at Rae'liel, similar to that of a predator eyeing its defenseless prey!
"Rath'falaani, safir!" Serphia suddenly called out with a commanding voice, and the seven sentinels in her company immediately surged forward with a burst of speed through the doorway to the study, forming a half circle around where Rae'liel and Sharon stood; pointing their weapons and arrows directly at the couple!
Rithrynn was standing at the furthest to the side, the blue haired sentinel watching them closely while secretly trying to fix the last couple of straps of her armor while she thought no one was watching, after she had been forced to rearm herself on record time on Serphia's command!
Walking forward in a calm yet threatening manner, Serphia approached the pair at the door. She held both of her swords with a firm grip as she approached them, the leather of her gloves cracking as her fingers squeezed around the handle of her blade.
Pausing, she took a moment to look down at Rae'liel and Sharon; before suddenly raising both of her light swords in the blink of an eye, pointing them at Sharon and Rae'liel and only stopping less than an inch away from their eyes!
"Is this a joke?" Serphia asked with an ice cold tone, her eyes passing Sharon to land at Rae'liel. | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "When the door to his study suddenly opened, Sharon turned away from Liaena to look at the new arrival.\n\nHe had thought it to be one of the Night Elves walking in the wrong door, maybe Rithrynn had spied and overheard their conversation, or maybe just Marshall who came to give them a half-an-hour loudmouthed lecture about the dangers of dark magic and possessions.\n\nBut surprisingly, it was none of them.\n\n*\"Rae'liel Kindreth?\"*\n\n\"Hah, I'm sure they would. I am glad you could come on such a short notice, Rae'liel.\" Sharon said, the High Elf's mood having grown quite exponentially already as he had partly forgotten about the gloom and doom of his previous conversation with Liaena.\n\"I hope I didn't cause you any inconvienence. Oh, and Liaena, this is Rae'liel Kindreth, a friend of mine from the Third War. Rae'liel, this is... \"\n\n\"There she is, mistress! That's the featherless harpy I spoke of!\"\n\n*\"Oh by the light, I knew this would happen! ... \"*\n\nSharon made a deep, mental sigh when he heard the loud voice of Falaani, and shortly thereafter the room was suddenly filled with Night Elven warriors all around them. Sharon inched his head a little away from the pointy end of Serphia's blade, which was a little too sharp for his own comfort, not to mention a little too close to his eyes.\n\n\"Ahem... Rae'liel... \" Sharon started carefully, looking back at Rae'liel from the Night Elves.\n\"Meet Captain Serphia, my honored guest and... the one responsible for my protection... \"\n\nSharon hesitated a little bit at the end of his sentence, throwing the sword pointed dangerously close to his eyes a long look; before motioning towards the large and towering Night Elf standing before them.",
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"text": "Rae'liel - The Honored Guest\n\nThe atmosphere in Sharon's study certainly bore a heavy weight, as if a grave burden had thrust upon his shoulders for him to bear. This impression still lingered on her mind as the Sin'Dorei met the Quel'Dorei eye to eye and his mood seemed to lighten. Perhaps the situation was more dire than she thought, and lives had already been taken or lost. Silently nodding with her perception of the current status of his well being at a passive darkened state noted, she quietly listened as introductions began, only to be interrupted before she could get a word in edgewise.\n\n\"There she is, mistress! That's the featherless Harpy I spoke of!\"\n\nTurning her head to look back past her shoulder, Rae'liel's expression sharply grew into a scowl on two parts. First, just who was she calling a Harpy; and second, did she just*abandon her post*to enlighten the Warband's leader of her offended and trivial nature? Sharply turning with a disgusted expression already crossing her features as twelve more Night Elves poured into the room, surrounding the three in a crescent's shape with their fangs bared accordingly.\n\n*Just as savage as always....they're not as far removed from the trolls as they would lead others to believe..*\n\nIn a flare of dramatic theatrics, their towering leader stepped forward through the heavily armed masses and stared at the two Highborne for a long moment of silence before relinquishing her weapons from their sheaths and brought one blade to within millimeters from Rae and Sharon's pupils. Yet even with this action, the Paladin did not flinch, she did not move, other than returning the scathing glare to each pair of Night Elven eyes that glowered so furiously at her.\n\nSharon then awkwardly introduced the woman whose fang was so dangerously close to the Paladin, and without the least sign of fear or worry, she returned the ferocious glare of the Captain with a tenaciously righteous one of her own.\n\n\"Is this a joke? I'm not sure, but the discipline of your sisters most certainly is.\" Rae retorted sharply to Sherpa's scathing comment. \"First, your front door guards possess the mantra of*shoot first, ask later*, even when there is a clear path of logic to follow. Second. That very same guard***abandons her post***to warn you of me, a person who is your*ally*in this moment, to which you set forth the drums of War against someone who isn't even affiliated with the Horde you so despise!\" A judgemental glare met Falaani at that moment as Rae'liel finished her point. \"Any Scryer who would do the same would have been dealt fifty lashes or death.\"\n\nQuickly, her tone turned even to a mocking state as her arrogance further found words. \"No wonder the Orcs, in all their stupidity and blood lusting savagery have been so successful in the deforestation of Ashenvale; they've been fighting another race that is just as equally idiotic and uncivilized. Green or violet skinned, it matters not; both are equally foolish.\" Shaking her head with another roll of her eyes, she took the thought of something far more grave.\n\n\"Did you ever think at all in all your zealotry against someone who is not even your enemy, Captain? With all of your huntresses here, just who is guarding the home of the Quel'Dorei you've been assigned to keep safe? I'm surprised that the house hasn't already been infiltrated and begun to burn.\"",
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] | "What!?"
The cool hatred of Serphia seemed to have been transformed into a burning core of vengeance as a glimmer of pure malice flashed across the Captain's silvery eyes, her focus having completely abandoned Sharon to focus entirely on the impudent little Blood Elf talking right back at her. Without any notice or warning, Serphia had lowered both her blades, only to raise her right foot.
Although the trained instincts of Rae'liel allowed her to raise her shield in time, it still did not stop the smaller Blood Elf from flying backwards through the room as the large Night Elf kicked her shield with the force that could only be generated by someone with a particular love for merciless leg workouts!
Rae'liel was thrown back into Sharon's large office desk, where she promptly was flipped on her back by the sheer kinetic energy and continued to slide over the desk; taking with her every single piece of parchment, wine glass, book and pen; before crashing down into the leather chair on the other side! Although her journey seemed to finally have reached its end in Sharon's chair, there was just enough energy left to tilt the chair slightly backwards, as it promptly tilted over and crashed into the floor alongside Rae'liel!
*CRASH!*
...
"**Unlike your pathetic little race, our civilization was not defeated by a ragtag carneval band of zombies and crazed monkeys!**" Serphia growled as she took a couple of steps towards what had once been Sharon's desk.
Sheathing her dual swords, the Captain finally returned to gaze down at Sharon.
"I will let her live, but you better find a mouthstrap for that disrespectful green eyed trogg you call your pet; for I can't promise I will be as tolerant in the future, High Elf!" Serphia exclaimed, taking a moment to look back at Rae'liel before motioning for her sentinels to leave the study.
As the sentinels left before her, Serphia followed closely behind her minions, and as she had exited the room, she grabbed the handle and pulled the door shut with enough force to make the entire frame of the room shake violently, causing a random painting to fall from the wall and some trails of dust to rain from the roof! | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "Rae'liel - The Honored Guest\n\nAs the Captain drew nearer to the Sin'Dorei in all her bristling rage, Rae could not help but the slightest smirk in response as the unbearably tense moment seemed to cling desperately onto the air. The moment she shifted however, was when the Paladin reacted in kind. In a deft click of metal, her shield came to bear just in time for the foot to come upward in a brutally rash surprise attack. Unable to brace herself properly in time, the light-touched warrior was flung and across the table, landing hard against the chair before collapsing to the ground.\n\nUninjured thanks to both her armor and agility alike, she quickly stood just as the towering Night Elf bellowed yet another barbaric insult even in spite of her dishonorable surprise attack. Scowling only subtly, Rae still kept her shield in her grasp as the door shut with a thunderous rattle.\n\n\"I'm fine, Sharon. You know all too well that I've been dealt worse.\" She responded sharply to the first question to her condition. As Frederick came into the room in a clout of worry, she watched silently as he slumped in relief to see that the gathered and weathered party was in healthy condition. At the mention of ice however, the Paladin simply held her hand up in protest.\n\n\"I shan't need it, thank you though. Yet it will be wise to still retrieve some. The captain, Serphia, was it? She will need it direly so soon.\" Marching across the room and brushing past a newly panicked Butler and a likely dumbfounded Sharon and Line a as the sliding of steel could be heard as her sword was drawn from her scabbard. \"Fret not, I will only repay what has been dealt to me. It is only fair in law, no? They did shoot first on both occasions for little reason other than poor judgement.\"\n\nThen disappearing from the doorway as her fingertips brushed past the oaken lined doorway, she headed off in the direction where the Huntresses had gone with only one objective on her mind: Retribution.\n\nCatching up to the group was an easy enough task, as was garnering their attention. \"Oh captain! My captain!\" The Sin'Dorei called out in a mocking tone, bringing the gaze of the entire troupe to focus upon her in the hallway. \"Silvermoon fell to the Lich King, surely it did. That does not mean, however, that we are weak. The blood of family still stains the Dread Scar. So, speaking ill of their sacrifice tends to....bother me a little I suppose.\"\n\nHer voice was chipper, almost too chipper as she was continued to be glared at in an odd mix of confusion and poorly suited anger. Digging her plated toes into the ground as her sword was held at her side, her whimsical expression turned to one that was far more grave than before; as if she carried a burden of her own. This time as she spoke, her voice was deadly quiet, yet her tone carried so well across the distance.\n\n\"I would not ask you for an apology, but I would remind you of something.\"\n\nUpon the final syllable, the Paladin launched herself towards the Troupe, of which naturally reacted with the draw of their own weapons. As she drew closer, light blessed her with speed never seen before as she left a streak of dazzling Holy Magic through the air as she sprinted forward with blinding procession. The majority of the other Night Elves quickly brought their weapons to bear in ill-prepared surprise and the second her heel impacted the ground, a consecration of white holy fire spread across the ground to force their retreat.\n\nBrilliant golden magic then coursed through her shield as she took another step in these split second moments, and she launched the shield forward directly at Sherpia, forcing the remaining Night Elves to duck and move quickly to the side to avoid it as it burned through the air. More importantly, this created a gap for her to punch through directly at the Captain, even as the skilled massive Night Elf deflected the Shield directly back towards her. Guided by the magic she controlled, the Sin'Dorei felt the Shield click into place and in less than a handful of chaotic seconds, she was now just a few feet away from the Captain; now she was in melee range; the place where a dance like hers was at its best.\n\nWith hasty procession, and Sherpia's weapon came screwing for her blood, but this time, when the Blood Elf could see the attack coming, she was ready. Twisting her own sword about, Rae created a transfer motion as she parried the sword from an outside angle. Simultaneously she stepped in perpendicular with the strike, moving swiftly to the Captain's newly formed blind on the outside and to her flank. The initial parry had set new things in motion as the momentum brought about Rae in a pirouette, bringing the wall of her shield to strike with remarkable force that was unbelievable for her size.\n\n*CLANG!!!*\n\nThis time, the Captain was given a flight of her own with a feat of incredible and unexpected strength from the Sin'Dorei. Enough to send her crashing into the wall she was shield slammed towards, if not*through*it entirely. The damage itself would only be minor to her, but more than enough to prove a point as the dust sprung into the air, leaving the newly intimidating figure of glistening plate armor standing with her Shield still facing the direction the Captain had been flung.\n\n\"I would remind you of this, Captain. We Blood Knights function on one key rule.\" She spoke as the main troupe of Night Elves stood in complete shock. \"Eye for an eye. Your dishonored surprise assault for the one that you could clearly see coming. Do not underestimate my people and our strife or our struggle. Ever. Again.\"",
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] | Having been slammed into the wall, it took some seconds before the large Night Elven captain managed to unplaster herself from it, falling down into a kneeling stance. The wall behind her now bore a permanent Night Elf figure shaped mark in it, as a testimony to the force she had hit it with.
There was a brief moment of confusion in the Captain's eyes as she simply stared down at the ground, but that confusion was abolished as quickly as it had appeared. Standing up on her feet with renewed energy, she brushed off some of the dust from her cloak as her eyes, now burning like two twin stars of fury; zoomined in on the defiant Blood Elf!
Most of the other Night Elves had kept their position, surrounding Serphia and Rae'liel. But Rae'liel was soon treated to a surprise when a pair of arms suddenly appeared around her torso from nowhere, as one of the sentinels had snuck up behind her without as much as a whisper! It could be said it was ironic how Night Elves, who were so big compared to most humanoid races, could also be so stealthy and be renowned for their sneakiness!
As the two hands clasped together in front of Rae'liel's chest, it took no less than a split second before the Blood Elf's feet were pulled off the floor beneath her, and she was raised into the air!
To Rae'liel's eyes, the world was seemingly rolling all around her, the floor and Serphia disappearing below her, as the floor behind her suddenly appearing and closing very fast at the top of her vision!
*BAM!*
Rae'liel and the Sentinel slammed into the floor with a heavy crash, the Blood Elf landing first with the bigger Night Elf landing on top of her! The Sentinel had performed a backwards throw which was enough to leave Rae'liel temporarily stunned as she was smashed into the carpet, fortunately not the naked floor itself! Fumes of dust were pumped up from the planks around them following the heavy force, and the Sentinel quickly began to move to more dominant position atop of her victim!
"**Wait!**" Suddenly sounded the commanding voice of Serphia, and the sentinel immediately halted her assault on Rae'liel.
Swinging both of her swords through the air around her, Serphia launched them both simultaneously down into the floor beneath her; burying her swords into it, and leaving them standing there.
Reaching for a razor sharp, crescent shaped dagger by her waist as she walked towards Rae'liel and the sentinel, Serphia unsheathed the dagger - before throwing it to her side, launching it straight into a painting on the wall!
"That bitch is mine... " Serphia growled with a deep voice while crackling her knuckles, and the sentinel atop of Rae'liel immediately moved to the side, as far out of her Captain's way as possible!
Rae'liel barely had time to sit up on her knees, before the plated fist of Serphia had appeared out of nowhere to hit the Blood Elf straight in her face; launching her backwards! The two sentinels behind her immediately stepped to each their side to avoid the rolling Sin'Dorei that flew in between them, and down a short flight of stairs!
Serphia followed closely behind, charging after the Blood Elf as she jumped down the stairs; and launching herself in another attack against her much smaller opponent who was still recovering! | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"You made a mess\" Kathlin said a little plaintively as she peeped around the edge of the door into the study. Emerging to move into the room behind the dwarf, she moved first to the fallen White Hand members to check their pulse and heartbeat. Having satisfied herself that they were not dying, just unconscious, she looked up to survey Alfidious' study.*\"That is a lot of books\"*\n\nRagnar was standing in the middle of the office, turning slowly on the spot and muttering to himself as he fruitlessly scanned the shelves. Kathlin wandered aimlessly towards Alfidious' desk as she also took in the vast extents of the room. \"If this book is important, the killer would have taken it last night if they could. Maybe they were incorporeal after all. That would explain the knife being left\"\n\nUpon reaching the mahogany desk, Kathlin pulled out the leather armchair behind it before flopping down with a sigh. \"This probably means that nobody in the house was involved, at least. They had all the time in the world to retrieve it before now\"\n\n*\"…Not that that really helps in figuring out where it actually is, of course\"*\n\n\"Littl' help would be nice, Lass!\"\n\nThe lords chair had little wheels on the legs that allowed it to glide seamlessly along the wooden floor. Kathlin scooted it back and forth slowly as she twiddled her thumbs together absently. \"Captain Adolph's staying here for keeps as a bodyguard, yet he sent his men to get this the moment they got here. He must have been worried someone would find it, maybe Lady Rosemary or Mister Murphy? Besides, half of that stuff up there must have been there years. If this is something Lord Alfidious was working on or something, he would never have put it there\"\n\n\"….\"\n\nAlfidious' desk was completely bare, the top having been previously cleared to bear the late lord himself. Kathlin got up to cross over the floor to the shelf where she had dumped the stack of letters, copies of the Stormwind financial news, pamphlets and assorted paperwork that had graced it that morning, and came back with a small leatherbound book after hunting through the pile. It was noticeably dog-eared, and had a couple of dates etched on the front. \"I think I might have something. Whatever 'something' is\"\n\n*\"Did Mister Alfidious die for this?\"*\n\nBrow creasing as she studied the book in her hand, Kathlin sat back down in the chair as she started to leaf through it.",
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"text": "\"Maybe the assassin could'a been in a hurry, didn't 'ave time tha find it... whatever he was lookin' fer.\" Ragnar mumbled to himself while the Dwarf walked alongside the shelves, trailing his fingers across the numerous books and covers, although with little clue what he was actually doing nor looking for.\n\"When killin' people, ya usually don't stay around to scrounge through an entire library afterwards.\"\n\nIn the meantime, Kathlin had retrieved a book from the pile.\n\nIt seemed to have been used a lot, its cover worn and scratched, and pages littered with traces of age-old bread crumps, wax and spilled water. Its date indicated that it was the latest in a series of ledgers, cynically dubbed in an eloquent and high-classed handwriting as 'Daily Headaches of the Royal Advisor', and further down on the cover; 'A compilation of notices, reminders and complaints'.\n\nAll the pages of the diary looking notebook were handwritten by Alfidious' own fine and luxurious handwriting, with elaborate mathematical graphs and calculations littering the pages. On the sides of the pages were little notes written besides the text, such as 'Remember to remind Guardsmaster Hastor, [X]', 'Have last week's taxation of Old District revised... again'.\nUnlike your ordinary diary however, it was mostly concerned isolated incidents within economics, from Alfidious' discoveries of local bars in Stormwind's attempts to cheat the tax system, to even dated series about large, missing sums of money from the Stormwind bank itself years back.\n\nHis three latest entries however detailed three separate cases. The first two were related to taxation and evasion, with his typical, angry notes written besides them 'Notify the fool Hastor', 'Fire District Manager Sebastian!'. The third one, however, was a detailed report on the cooperation between the White Hand and \"The Southsea Metal Import company\".\nThe report detailed Alfidious' interest for the progress of the latter, a chart detailing the two organizations' total purchases and expenditure, as well as earnings and reported treasury, which showed both of the organizations to go in a massive minus.\n\nHowever, a lot of the report also went into discussing the Southsea Company's seemingly abundant supply of metals, despite having hired almost no manpower at all from Stormwind nor Ironforge to explain their high production. The only people they had officially hired was a dwarf named Dagmar Stoneherder, a seasoned miner and certified Engineer and metallurgist, and his brother, Brann Stoneherder, a former mountaineer and geologist. Notes filled the page on either side, going from 'dwarves still missing, two months beyond contract expiration', 'Possible Horde cooperation?', 'Black Labor' and always ending in 'requires formal investigation!'.\n\n\"Found anythin' yet,\" Ragnar called back to Kathlin, while mindlessly looking through the pages of a large tax ledger he had found at the bottom of a chest, which pumped a massive cloud of dust up into the air when he dropped it back into the chest!",
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*"Praise Elune... I'm so glad I didn't have to report her death to Serphia!"*
The sentinel thought to herself. A part of her suspected that if the Blood Elf had actually died, she could even risk being sent on a solo mission to Northrend to retrieve a Necromancer to reanimate Rae'liel's body just so that Serphia could have the second round that she demanded.
Now at least, none of that was necessary, and the only way the Blood Elf could die was if Liaena accidentally dropped one of her potions, or she slipped and broke her neck on her way up the stairs!
*"My job here is done! I'm OUT before something else happens and they can blame me!"*
"Patience is the mark of a good hunter, and patience requires restraint." Falaani commented, with a slightly smug smile as her feet shifted their direction towards the exit.
"Something it seems your kin lacks. Try to change that, as I would hate to report your death to my mistress!"
Falaani spoke as she walked towards the exit of the room, her eyes focused on Rae'liel and Liaena..
"May the goddess light your path, sin'dorei, you will ne,-"
*Crash!*
However, as Falaani was about to step out of the room, the tall Night Elf crashed with her head into the upper part of the doorframe while her attention was on the pair still inside! Pulling her head down and rubbing it fiercely, Falaani spat out a series of curses both in her native and common tongue.
"Aaarghh! Fucking midget-architecture, shan-do falain radash, da'fein gnomen balorn!" Falaani growled as she exited the room in a hurry, passing by Sharon on the outside while holding a hand protectively over her head which she had recently managed to use as a soft tipped battering ram, having successful dislocated the upper part of the doorframe and caused it to jut slightly outwards.
Her voice could be heard long after she had disappeared up the stairs, the sound of what one could assume to only be an impressive and expansive native vocabulary of swearing aplenty still echoing from the upper levels! | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "Unknowing of the conversation that had taken place between Sharon and Ren'liel or that Ren'liel had left the building, Liaena was heading quickly back to the quarters she shared with Sharon while keeping a sharp look out for any Night Elves. Sticking her head around the door cautiously to check the rooms hadn't been taken over by any drunk revellers or tigers, Liaena then slunk inside before locking the door behind her.\n\nThe bath that Frederick had promised was still standing there temptingly, and the girl was decidedly windswept and grimy after her mad run through the city earlier. Liaena merely plunged her hands into the cold water to splash the worst of the grime off her face, before stripping out of the once beautiful, now ruined oversized dress and discarding it on the floor.\n\nShrugging on an undershirt and the protective pads first, the girl carefully pulled the thorium chain shirt over her head before tightening the buckles and straps that held the interlinked rings closer to her body. Padding over to her wardrobe, after a couple of experiments it soon became clear that her robes disguised the fact she was wearing armour the best, and she pulled on a dark blue set with winter shoes. Checking that her dart-gun was in working operation and was loaded, she slipped it into an inside pocket in her robes, patted her satchel and darted out of the door closing it carefully behind her.\n\nPadding back towards the atrium while remaining on high alert for Night Elves, or maybe one Night Elf in particular, it was very tempting to break into a run as she considered all the many ways a Rithrynn could wreak havoc in the house if she was under some sort of dark mysterious power. Liaena resisted the panicky thoughts with some difficulty. Rithrynn had already been in the house longer than she had, the girl reminded herself, had in fact been in close proximity with Sharon and hadn't tried to kill him….which in itself was odd.\n\n*\"What is Sherpa playing at? Isn't he trying to hurt Sharon anymore? Or…maybe there's something he needs her to do first?....\"*\n\nPulling open the door to the living room gingerly, Liaena peered inside. It was very easy to see several very large, obnoxiously loud Night Elves singing some sort of drinking song in darnassian, and Rithrynn lounging lazily on some cushions on the window seat.\n\n*\"…Or not\"*\n\nSlipping into the room, she was universally ignored by the other elves for the moment as she snuck up behind the snoozing Night Elf. Hesitating, she raised a finger before giving Rithrynn a poke in the back of the head.\n\n\"My seat. Go 'way\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n-poke-\n\n\"….I'm Lieutenant! Go 'way or double shifts\"\n\n-poke-\n\n\"…In the snow!\"\n\n\"…..\" -poke-\n\nFinally there commenced an angry sigh and the Night Elf reared herself into a seating position to swing around to confront her persecutor. Liaena stood her ground, just stopped herself from leaping back or reaching for her dart gun as she stared impassively up at Rithrynn. *\"She seems entirely normal. I'd never have known\"* \"….You were taking up two seats\"\n\nTo illustrate her point, Liaena stepped around the Night Elf to sit down in the other half of the window seat now that Rithrynn was no longer lying fully across it. Looking up, Liaena produced her most cheekily innocent smile that reeked of: \"irritating? not *me*, surely?\" to beam up at the Night Elf - before cocking an eyebrow at her. \"So what were you up to last night? Sharon says you only just got back\"",
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] | "So what were you up to last night? Sharon says you only just got back"
"What?" Rithrynn replied in return, her mind momentarily disoriented, having gone from thoughts of sweet sleep and laziness to now having to face Liaena's incessant questions.
"Wait... why are you asking?"
At first, the Elf's expression was slightly dazed.
Normally, she'd never even think over it when Liaena asked her random and totally meaningless questions. However, when her mind brought back the memories of Sherpa the night earlier, her eyes suddenly opened as she looked back at Liaena, slightly distancing herself.
*"Goddess, does she know?! No, no no. She was with her midgets that night. This is obviously just a routine-check produced by her incessant paranoid and schizophrenic behaviour!"*
"I was just... out shopping." Rithrynn replied, although received a long stare from Liaena.
*"Wait, dammit. This isn't Darnassus. Most human close at evening hours. Goddess, improvise, Ri, improvise!"*
"I had to get some stuff from our boat as well, and Nisha needed some fresh air. There's a limit to how long we can keep our nightsabers inside before they get restless, and we can't really let them prowl the city alone, so I had to watch her! Didn't want her to accidentally eat one of those little gnomes, heh."
Rithrynn let out a careful laughter as she gave a bright smile to Liaena, but the little girl seemed to only give her a cold and analytic expression in return, which left the Sentinel feeling a little uneasy.
Biting her tongue, her silvery eyes began to look around the room for a viable escape strategy, excuse or a bludgeoning tool if push came to shove. Most of her sisters around the room weren't paying any attention to them, preoccupied with their own activities, ranging from drunk apple archery, watching the mini fight club, or just sharing old stories and jokes about the humans and dwarves they had seen in Stormwind. The only one who seemed to be paying them the occasional moment of attention was Serphia and Naliyah, although the Captain's eyes kept trailing back to the rest of her soldiers in the room.
"What, you airing Nisha in this weather? Who threatened you?" Came the snide snicker from Shani who was hiding on the floor, who only just managed to dodge Rithrynn's angry kick which came as a reply to her question.
"*Fal ein Elune, Shani! ...* "Rithrynn sneered back down at Shani, who was throwing her the most evil gaze imaginable after seeing an opportunity to put her in a worse position! Quickly turning her head back to Liaena, Rithrynn raised her hands to explain.
"Look, someday, I'll get my own nightsab,-"
"Hai guys! What's going on?!" Without as much as a warning, Naliyah's had dive bombed the space between Liaena and Rithrynn with her butt, taking the seat and pushing both Rithrynn and Liaena a little bit to the side as she had landed. Looking back and forth between Rithrynn and Liaena, Naliyah beamed a smile at both of them, apparently having finished treating Serphia's bruisers.
"What are you talking about?"
"Elune, uh.. hi, Nali... uhm, just nothing." Rithrynn replied to her enthusiastic sister. At that point, Rithrynn felt a strange mixture of sheer discomfort, and pure relief from Naliyah's sudden appearance. Although the fact that Naliyah had already taken one arm around her and was leaning heavily upon her, she had also provided a brief respite from Liaena's little interrogation that bad been going badly.
" ... just the weather, and... uh, cats." | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "The sound of the steel soles of the White Hand chevaliers could be heard by Kathlin and Ragnar as they tread carefully into the room. With swords and pistols at the ready, three chevaliers had entered the door and looked around in the room through their metal masks. They immediately spotted their two unconscious comrades, one lying unceremoniously in a lump on the floor and the other one stuck behind a table.\n\n\"The room's clear. Send a physician.\" One of the Chevaliers called back out into the hall.\n\nUpon hearing the news, Adolph's brows narrowed as he gazed towards the open door to the chamber, and then around in the great hall.\n\n\"Where did they go? They were inside there a second ago!\" He muttered angrily, before turning to the battle mage next to him.\n\"Did they teleport. Are they invisible?\"\n\n\"If they had tried to teleport, I would have known about it, but... \" The battlemage responded, but gained a slightly thoughtful expression at the second possibility, of Kathlin and Ragnar having become invisible. Raising his staff into the air, the battlemage muttered on a quiet spell, and soon large swathes of the great hall around the entrance was showered in blue magical particles that rained down from above.\n\n\" ... no, there's no shrouding spells active in this room or the study.\"\n\n\"What the hell is this... \" Adolph grunted angrily, before walking towards the doors himself. Entering the study, he was passed by the White Hand field medic whom rushed past him to check on the two unconscious chevaliers in the study.\n\nWith his hands folded behind his back, Adolph gazed around in the study chamber, searching for clues as to where the Kathlin and Ragnar had gone. Six more chevaliers had followed in behind him, stood ready to await his command.\n\n\"Search the room. Turn it upside down if you have to. And have group Sapphire, Crystal and Emerald set up parameters around the house. No one gets in or out without my blessing.\"\n\n\"Understood, Captain.\" The Sergeant behind him answered, rushing back out into the main hall. The five other chevaliers, including the first three who had entered the room, spread out to either side as they began to search through parchments, behind shelves and try to pick open locked chests. Four of them walked into the smaller living room, and two of them seemed to have their eyes on the wardrobe containing Kathlin.\n\n\"Light's mercy, what is this commotion all about?\" Suddenly sounded the chirp voice of Lady Rosemary, whom had just appeared in the study door. Behind her and at her side stood Murphy, the servant silently watching Adolph and his men.\n\n\"Nothing you should be concerned about, my Lady.\" Adolph replied, returning to gaze back at the Lady.\n\"It is part of the security protocols.\"\n\n\"Is discharging firearms inside the very house protocol by your standards?!\" Rosemary angrily inquired, as the lady raised her hand to point at a picture of herself leaning against the wall amidst a pile of books and scrolls in the corner. The picture in question was the one that the chevalier who missed Ragnar earlier had hit by accident, where there was a bullet hole going neatly through the temple of Rosemary in the painting.\n\nLooking away for a moment, Adolph returned to look back at the aggravated Rosemary.\n\n\"An isolated incident, we will pay for the damage. There will be no more commotion in the future, that I promise you.\"\n\n\"I don't care about the painting, it was ugly anyway! What I care about is the behavior of my guards! I was promised Professionals, not a band of bumbling moronic peasants! Am I to hire another group just for public appearances, that WON'T randomly fire their weapons willy nilly?!\"",
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"text": "\"No!\" Liaena said almost exactly in unison with Rithrynn.\n\nNaliyah's face, which had been beaming drunkenly, turned into a pout. The elf, who had been clinging onto Rithrynn like a limpet, threw her arms around her to embrace her even more securely. \"Aw. Pweeeease?\"\n\n\"Uhh…aw, you don't want to come with us Nali. It'll be boring, really…\"\n\n\"really boring. I just want to show her some paperwork\" Liaena chipped in, temporarily serving as reinforcement as she backed up the uncomfortable Night Elf. That sense of uncertainty was eating away at her however, as every word Rithrynn said sounded so normal. \"Besides, Rithrynn will be back soon, and if you come, you'll lose your seat.\"\n\nGlancing at Rithrynn, Liaena threw her a deal-with-this Look as she jerked her head slightly towards the door, transmitting her impatience to the Night Elf as clearly as she knew how. *\"I can't deal with Rithrynn AND another elf. Particularly not Naliyah. This could be a problem\"*",
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] | Although she had originally been wanting to get away from Liaena, Rithrynn started to think it might not be such a bad idea after all to follow the little human. Otherwise, she would have had to remain in the living room, with Naliyah of all people. Why of all of her sisters, Naliyah had chosen to be so clingy to her, was a thought far beyond Rithrynn's natural ability to understand!
"It'll just be a second, Nali, and I'll, eh... " Rithrynn muttered slowly as the sentinel rose from her seat, but in the process, lifted up Naliyah as well who had wrapped her arms around her like a coil and was hanging onto her.
*"By all the graces of Elune... "*
"I can help you with maps, I'm good at that!" Naliyah insisted, smiling back at Rithrynn whom she was holding onto. And it was no easy task for Rithrynn herself to stand upright without tipping over, as Naliyah was a full sized Night Elf sentinel rivaling herself in size, and perhaps a little bit heavier!
" ... "
"Seems like you'll just have to grant her her wish." Came the rather amused voice of Shani standing below them, the tiny elf snickering at Rithrynn's misfortune and clearly enjoying herself too much. But Rithrynn choose to simply ignore her shrunken sister, and looked over to Liaena with an almost pleading expression in her eyes.
"Uhm, so... which room are we using?" Rithrynn asked the black haired girl, while passively trying to untie Naliyah's arms around her that the clingy sentinel was using to hold onto her. | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "Liaena merely gave the Night Elf a blank stare in response to her pleading look, as she studied the limpet that was Naliyah. \"My room. Come on then, if you're coming\"\n\nTurning to walk toward the door to the living room, Naliyah unwound herself from Rithrynn's neck at the prospect of getting her own way and instead clamped her arms around the latters midriff in a big loving, clingy hug as Rithrynn struggled to follow the little girl.\n\nThe walk up to Liaena and Sharons room on the first floor was uneventful, save for encountering a few watchers who could be heard breaking out into sniggering after spotting Rithrynn and Naliyah. Keeping a few steps ahead of the uncomfortable Rithrynn at all times, Liaena pulled open the door to allow Rithrynn and Naliyah inside the quarters she shared with Sharon, the latters attention being immediately taken by one specific item of furniture.\n\n\"Ooooh look Rithy – doesn't that bed look comfy!?\"\n\n\"Wut?\"\n\nAnd with that, Naliyah took a flying leap at the bed that had been immaculately made by Fredrick earlier and dragging the unwilling Rithrynn along with her. The sound of giggling filled the room as she cuddled up to Rithrynn affectionately, as Liaena quietly locked the door behind them and pocketed the key.\n\n\"I was sooooo lonely after Captain Serphia took you away earlier, Rithy! We've got so much catching up to do, ehheheh\"\n\n\"Uhhhh, Nali –\"\n\nCompletely oblivious to everything but the elf she was effectively straddling at that point, Naliyah utterly failed to notice Liaena step up behind her, level the small dart gun inches from one fat buttock and pull the trigger. \"Ooh Rithy, I do love it when yous play hard to get – zzzZZZZzz\"\n\n\"That isn't going to last long on her, as I recall\" Liaena remarked lightly into the room, silence having fallen save for Naliyahs rumbling snores. Eyes fixed on the Night Elf for any sudden movements or indications for an attack as she slowly and casually reloaded the dart gun, Liaena raised her eyebrows as Rithrynn looked up at her. With the sudden quiet, it was remarkable to her that the elf couldn't hear her heart thudding away in her chest. \"How long have you two been working together, exactly? And you haven't figured out a way to deal with her yet?\"",
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"text": "\"Search the room. Turn it upside down if you have to. And have group Sapphire, Crystal and Emerald set up parameters around the house. No one gets in or out without my blessing.\"\n\n*\"This could be a problem\"*\n\nSquinting through the keyhole, Kathlin exhaled a breath as she sat back on her heels.*\"I don't suppose it'd be too much to ask they'd just forget to check the wardrobe. Hrm. What would Li do in a situation like this?\"*\n\n….\n\n***\"Check it! With my ultra-super-acid, I've just burned a hole through the wardrobe base AND the floor AND the floor below, and dropped through to safety!\"\n\n\"I know I never mentioned it earlier, but I'm an ultra secret member of the White Hand and actually on your side. Bullshit blah blah Bullshit blah. You should totally let me go\"**\n….\n\n\"…I don't think this line of speculation is that relevant to my situation\"*\n\n\"Is discharging firearms inside the very house protocol by your standards!?\"\n\nUpon hearing the new voice, the girls eyes widened as she bent over to squint through the keyhole again. Lady Rosemary was not visible to her, the corner of the living area alcove separating the two of them. However, that particular imperious tone was difficult to miss.*\"If I could just speak to her…\"*\n\nThe idea of going up against the cool-as-cucumber, slimy Adolph made Kathlin shrivel up a little inside as she contemplated the prospect. Then again, what were her alternatives? Wait until the Lady had gone off in a huff and then get discovered by angry White Hand militants?\n\n*\"…well, here goes nothing\"*\nCracking the wardrobe door open to slide out and land neatly on the floor, Lady Rosemary was still not visible to her as she turned to neatly close the door behind and smooth the mahogany finish. What was clearly visible however were two White Hand mercenaries, who spotted her at the same moment. Rather than waiting for them to close in on her, Kathlin headed quickly towards them and the sound of voices as she emerged into the main body of the study. \"Uh…Lady Rosemary? Excuse me?\"\n\n\"Don't move! You're under arrest—\"\n\nAs the first mercenary got close enough to reach out and grab her by the shoulder, Kathlin grimaced and mumbled a few words under her breath. A glimmering shield flickered into life, knocking him back as she turned to give him an apologetic look. \"Please don't do that.\"\n\n\"What is the meaning of this!?\"\n\nKathlin gulped as she turned quickly back around to look at Lady Rosemary. Several White Hand guards had placed themselves between herself and the Lady as she took a step forward, however the lady was holding her ground. Several of the aforementioned guards looked as though they were on the verge of rugby tackling her if only someone would go first. \"L…lady Rosemary. I'm really, really sorry about all of this, but I think I've found something vitally important to the investigation, if…if I could show you?\"\n\n\"I am so sorry for the intrusion Lady Rosemary -- you're trespassing, girl.\" Captain Adolph had moved forward to speak, his eyes as dark as little flints as he looked at her. \"If you have anything relevant to the investigation, I suggest you pass it on to our Mage as I've already said, and get out of here before my lady decides to press charges\"\n\nKathlin felt as though her knees were about to buckle underneath her as she turned to look at the man. \"…I don't think that would be appropriate, Captain Adolph\"\n\nThe man raised a casual eyebrow at her, although his eyes remained as hard as stone. \"Oh? And why would that be?\"\n\n\"Because it says here that Lord Alficious was planning to order a formal investigation on your White Hand and one of your favoured partners, on suspicion of failing to declare financial assets, use of unpaid or black labour, and potential cooperation with the Horde\" The girl said very carefully and matter-of-factly. Opening the diary, she skimmed through the pages to poke at the relevant parts.\n\n\"He also was concerned about inconsistencies in your budget, and the apparent disappearance of two dwarves from Stormwind – it's very extensive research actually. That's why, Sir. Sorry Sir.\"",
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] | When Naliyah's iron grip finally left her and the salacious Night Elf fell flat out across the bed following Liaena's surprise sleeping serum, Rithrynn let out a sigh of pure relief.
"How long have you two been working together, exactly? And you haven't figured out a way to deal with her yet?"
"By the goddess, I ask the same question every night... " Rithrynn mumbled to herself, casting a look at the pink haired Sentinel who was snoring ever blissfully unaware.
"Thirty, forty years... maybe more... "
" ... "
" ... actually, it's quite likely more. But by brain has simply placed a mental block on our first meeting. Probably for good reasons. The reason I know her so well is because she is my warband's chief healer, simply because there's no one better at it than her, and... I have a knack for getting busted up, something you've probably already learnt! So... she's sorta like a double-edged blessing. And I think Mistress Serphia is using me to keep her!"
Rithrynn continued to look at the sleeping Naliyah, who was unconsciously wiggling her butt ever so subtly in her sleep. And that was when Rithrynn's eyes suddenly shot up as she remembered:
"Oh crap, I completely forgot about Janessa!" Rithrynn suddenly muttered as she gazed towards Naliyah's butt! However, the short sense of alarm quickly abated, as Rithrynn looked back to Liaena.
"But, I think I'll just let her be for now... I don't really want to risk waking her up."
The idea of leaving Janessa did at first seem a little rude to Rithrynn, but she soon remembered that when she had been in the same situation; neither Janessa nor Anastia had done anything to help her! If anything, she was merely just returning the favor!
*"Too bad, Jani! You brought this on yourself!"* | true | 0.8 |
Rithy | Rithrynn Syn'Dial | Race: Night Elf
Age: 96
Profession: Sentinel/Huntress
Description:
Rithrynn stands at somewhere under 8ft, her skin is light purple, and her hair is deep blue and runs down to her back. She wears two deep purple tattoos around her silvery eyes stretching out into elegant tendrils on her face.
Having been a Sentinel for the greater part of her life, and served under notorious Captain Serphia who is renowned for her love for exercise and particular leg training, Rithrynn, like most Night Elves, has notably more flesh and muscles on her bones than that of her skinnier High Elven cousins across the sea, sporting an amazonian body. Even though she has lived a life of rigorous exercise and meat diet, she still retains her feminine figure and curves, however toned they might be with strong arms and stronger legs.
She tends to wear a different assortment of clothes and armor depending on time, occasion and season. She loves to try out new things, but can be found to wear her sentinel uniform most of the time.
Her sentinel uniform during summertime is both simple at the same time as it is opulently embellished; consisting mainly of a pair of tall light plated boots, a pair of steel gloves running all the way up to her elbows, a chestplate sitting on her upper torso with some leaf formed shoulderpads, and a helmet. The surface of her armor is painted black, trimmed with silver colors and adorned with beautiful silver threaded patterns representing leaves and branches across the pitch black background, as well as covered in purple colored leather in other places. Alongside her light armor she wears a deep purple moonsilk loincloth at her waist, and sometimes a purple cloak and hood as well. And in true Night Elven fashion, her armor, clothes and body is adorned with various ornaments, jewelry and large and small feathers from various feathered creatures that she has hunted down.
During winter time, she will often combine her armor with a more warmer winter coat underneath in white and purple colors, mainly made from animal hide and skin.
During leisure time, she has an affinity for simple yet elegant silk dresses.
Biography:
Rithrynn was born in a smaller village in the north western part of the great forest of Ashenvale by a family of bakers, and is the fourth daughter of her mother and sixth daughter of her father. She only grew up with one sister, as her mother gave birth to the three first two hundred years before her birth.
As soon as she could run, she was already spending most of her time in the woods, and constantly pestering her elders to join them whenever they went out to hunt. She was described as full of energy to the point many of the villagers created a rumor that she never actually slept. By the time she had the strength to draw an arrow, she had already made her own bow and was out hunting by herself in the woods, but was often reprimanded both by her parents and her community for her tendency to simply shoot anything she found in the woods, including dead animals. Indeed, she "accidentally" shot her older sister in the buttocks once, an incident that spawned a chaotic feud between the two that ended up in a small forest fire. When she was in her late teens, she had already enacted a small genocide of the wildlife around her village, decimating the animal populations living about. This was the last straw for the Elder council of the village, who decided that her wanton slaughter of all non-elven life was upsetting the natural balance and creating a shortage of animals in the area, and thus they deviced a plan to get rid of her.
They decided that she would probably fit in better with the Sentinels, Night Elven warriors tasked with guarding the forests. And that is how Rithrynn, involuntarily, was sent(forced) to apply as a sentinel within the closest roaming Night Elven warband at the age of 19. Although she missed her village, she soon began to realize that she liked the new warband better. They did not judge her for her liberal form of archery. Instead, they saw talent and untapped potential, and they helped her perfect her archery. And all of them shared her same enthusiasm for putting holes in things!
She also learned, however, just how miserable a person could be under the hellish training regime of her new warband, and was reminded how much she hated authority; a concept which her mistress and Captain, Serphia, literally embodied.
Rithrynn was not the first unruly and mischievous sentinel that Serphia had had to deal with, but despite numerous disciplinary actions, had a tendency to still lurk responsibilities and tasks, and sometimes even go off on her own. This spawned further disciplinary actions that affected the entire warband, something which did not help her reputation. But one thing that may have kept her sisters view of her from going from just annoying to hostile might have been Rithrynn's talent as a cook and baker, as the recipes she had learned from her parents helped restore whatever good will that was lost from her sisters for her quarrels with Serphia. Still, Rithrynn found herself often being the scapegoat for her sisters whenever something went wrong, and of all the friendships she made in the warband, there is none she regrets more than that with a fellow sentinel called Naliyah who developed a ceaseless crush for her that she is unable to escape regardless of how hard she tries, and being stuck in the same warband doesn't help!
But despite whatever shenanigans and in-fighting that might occur within her warband, they would always forget about them completely whenever an external enemy showed up.
Since then, she has roamed the lands of Ashenvale and beyond with the rest of her sisters in her warband which by now is her home, going on adventures, turning outsiders into pin-cushions, raiding & pillaging, sabotaging peace treaties, and upholding the balance of nature through the relentless genocide of animals, orcs and other humanoid creatures who made the mistake of existing too close to their land. | [
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"text": "\"What's going on, Rithy?\"\n\n\"Uhm... \" Rithrynn looked at Liaena, the Night Elf seemingly getting rather uncomfortable in her current position. Eyes shifting from the dart gun in Liaena's hand, to its trajectory towards her, and up to the girl herself; Rithrynn realized that despite the best attempts of her brain from being optimistic, Liaena was probably not referring to the hard partying downstairs or Naliyah with her question!\n\n*\"Elune, how did it all go wrong?!\"*\n\nHow Liaena had ever learnt of her visit to Sherpa was a mystery. But it was a question that no longer mattered. The real question was now; how to address a highly emotionally unstable human girl without getting shot!\n\n\"I... I do not know how to say this,\" Rithrynn began, her ears dropping slightly lower as she looked at the human.\n\"But I have actually known Sherpa's location for the last couple of days.\"\n\nRithrynn stated, standing still to give her words some time to sink in with Liaena, while secretly praying that she wasn't going to get immediately shot.\n\n\"Back when we raided the tavern in the Old District, I met him... it was when I was going after the assassins in the sewer. He was alone, but so was I, so I did not attack at first.\" Rithrynn continued carefully.\n\"The assassin I brought back... he was actually incapacitated by Sherpa himself, whom handed him to me. I do not know why. I think he might be... attracted to me.\"",
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"text": "\"…I think he might be attracted to me\"\n\n\"…\"\n\nRithrynn received a completely blank look from Liaena at that last line, who appeared to be waiting hopefully for the Night Elf to say something that wasn't completely insane. It was only after the silence stretched horribly on for several seconds; that she finally realised that the current explanation was intended as the only one that was forthcoming for the moment.\n\n\"…But that…doesn't make sense\" Liaena protested hopelessly. Scanning the Night Elf up and down, she searched desperately for any sort of clue, maybe a dart stuck in her ass with 'EVIL-INDUCING-TOXIN INSERTED HERE!' written on the tag. Unsuprisingly, the form-fitting silk dress Rithrynn was wearing left very little to the imagination and so that theory had to be escorted out of the door. \"Did he cast a spell on you?\"\n\n\"Well, uh…\"\n\n\"Drug you? ….Threaten you?\"\n\n\"Uhm\"\n\n\"….well there must be SOME **REASON**!!\" Liaena screamed finally, brandishing the gun wildly at Rithrynn as her finger trembled dangerously on the trigger. The sudden burst of the rage appeared to wash away as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving the girl simply looking ill and exhausted as she gave the elf a pleading look. \"Why...why were you with him? Are you planning something? Why didn't you kill him?\"\n\n---\n\nKathlin stalled in the corridor, staring up at the man who was now walking towards her with his sword bared.*\"I'm reasonably sure it's not anatomically possible for his midriff to bend in like that\"*\n\n\"….\"\n\n*\"I don't think he cares\"*\n\nWhipping around, the girl burst into a run as behind her the paces of the Chevalier picked up speed. Yanking open the door of a room and diving in, Kathlin slammed the door and turned the key just as what felt like a heavy body crashed into it from the other side. Thankfully, the door was made of a sturdy oak like most of the mansions fittings, although hardly on the scale of Alficious' study as far as security was concerned. \"I think the 'zombie' theory is gaining points at this stage. Oh dear\"\n\nThe girl grimaced as she turned around to study her surroundings quickly, the sound of the creature trying to get through the door still entirely audible. She found herself in a living room/study sort of area, featuring easy chairs, more book cases and a writing desk. The curtains were drawn to let in the sun, and the only door in or out of the place was the one that had a chevalier of questionable deadness on the other side of it. As the only alternative available to her, Kathlin headed to the window, Hester landing on her shoulder.\n\nPeering out through the glass, the gardens of Alficious' mansion seemed to stretch for miles before finally meeting the boundary walls and the quiet street beyond. If she looked at the sky in exactly the right way, the girl could make out the thin mesh of spells that warded the house – before looking down to the garden, where she could see the White Guardsmen patrolling.*\"Even if I escaped the guards, the spells wouldn't let me out. I don't know how to break past all those spells….\"*\n\n….\n\nThe girl frowned as something struck her, before giving the bird that was roosting on her shoulder, a very pointed look. Hester opened an eye to stare at her in a way that clearly said: 'what?'\n\n\"You did though\"\n\n**--SMASH—**\n\nA horrible sound of splintering wood sounded behind them as the thing mocked up in armour managed to ram a plated arm through the door and started grabbing for the key. Kathlin snatched a pen off the desk, opening the cover of Alficious' diary to scrawl across the inside cover: 'HELP. HONOUR POINT' before shoving the book at Hester. The owl gave her a dubious look, before clamping it in her talons. \"Take this to Li. If you do, you get so much chocolate…and I get to not die, hopefully\"\n\nThe catch on the window was locked shut, as she soon found out as she fiddled with it. Removing a heavy paperweight off the same desk, Kathlin slammed it into the glass and wooden frame as it shattered everywhere. An alarm started ringing somewhere faintly in the building as a couple of the guards in the garden turned to look up at her. The girl forced the window open to push Hester outside and let her take flight. \"Just make sure she hurries up, okay? I think I need backup here\"\n\n*\"Always assuming I survive the next five minutes\"*\n\nTurning back for a moment, Kathlin took one look at the door that was so much broken sticks at this point before hooking a leg over the sill herself, irrespective of the many cuts that were raked across her skin from the broken glass. Grabbing for a drainpipe to swing herself out of the way as the creature charged into the room, she hung there for a moment before falling into the garden below.\n\n*Thump*\n\nDespite the fact she had been two stories up, Kathlin appeared to have taken no more damage than if she had simply fallen a couple of feet, landing in an awkward heap in a flowerbed of early violets. Dazed for a moment as she started to sit up, the girl simply stared into the blue above her with Hester no longer anywhere to be seen.\n\n*\"Ahh…Current score: Me – 0, Adolph – 0, Floor – 1. Owhww\"*",
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] | "**IT DIDN'T SEEM LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME, OKAI**?!" Rithrynn yelled back at the ever-so inquisitive little human, which in hindsight might have a rather reckless decision considering the current mental state of Liaena. Not to mention her dart-gun which was currently pointed at her, and containing goddess-knew-what kind of insidious concoction!
Straightening her back a little bit in the brief pause in the endless barrage of questions from the human that her sudden increase in volume had created, Rithrynn raised both her arms.
"I was outnumbered... like, massive to one."
Although Liaena; with her severely impaired self-preservation instinct; was liable to simply just suddenly throwing herself at insurmountable and literally suicidal odds, Rithrynn was not! Her suggestion to simply attack Sherpa on sight, all by herself, was ludicrous, and enough to convince Rithrynn that one could make the human girl charge a meatgrinder headfirst armed with nothing but a butter knife as long as you taped a picture of Sherpa on the machine!
... and somehow managed to avoid the machine eating said picture of Sherpa long enough for Liaena to jump in, but those were minor details!
"Look! I'm like... a double agent!" Rithrynn began again, focusing on the human.
"He thinks I will help. What he does not know is that you know that he does not know, since I know that he thinks he knows me but does not know that you know!!"
Rithrynn 'explained', forming an enthusiastic expression in an attempt to cheer up the mood in the room from deathly serious to just above okay.
*"Cooperating will probably lead to Sherpa's house getting busted, but... I'm sure he'll be okay. It will take nothing short of divine intervention from Elune herself for Liaena to ever catch him!"*
"That means, that WE are now ahead of him!" Rithrynn exclaimed, before pointing with her thumb back to herself as her face took on a confident smile.
"And that's because of**ME**and my**INGENUITY**! I found his house first, after all... " | true | 0.8 |
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