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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.
[ { "text": "Before Kathlin could recover her wits after the fall, two of the nearby White Hand guards who had been watching the spectacle on the second floor from the garden had already rushed the flowerbed that she was in. Reaching the flowerbed, they immediately leveled their muskets at her as if she had been the number one most wanted person in Stormwind!\n\n\"Freeze!\"\n\"Don't move!\"\n\nThey shouted in unison at the sole girl, obviously not in the mood for a chit chat.\n\n\"What's going on over here?\" Sounded the voice of another guard who just passed the mansion corner.\n\"We've found an intruder! Get the cuffs!\"\n\n\"Right away,\"\n\nThe third guard had disappeared as soon as he had appeared. Up above them, at the window from which Kathlin had jumped, there was no one to be seen. Clearly the creature that had been chasing her had no interest in pursuing her further, for the moment.\n\n\"What kind of fool jumps from the second story anyway?\"\n\"One who's mad enough to infiltrate Alfidious' mansion in the first place!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"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!!\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\nLiaena looked like she was struggling under the weight of all the double negatives packed into that sentence as she tried futilely to decipher it, before narrowing her eyes at the Night Elf. \"…That makes no sense\"\n\n*\"Then again, when did Rithrynn ever make sense?\"*\n\n\"…but…you're…you're a double agent?\"\n\nThe human finally said hesitantly as she tried to align the information with all the other evidence she had stacked up in her head. The concept was a very inviting one, but it just kept colliding with niggling points that just wouldn't go away. \"…then why did you lie to me earlier….?\"\n\n\"Because then I wouldn't have been a secret agent anymore! SECRET! Li. Duh!\"\n\n\"but that's….\"\n\n\"Besides,**you**lie all the time\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"…not*that*much\" Liaena muttered defensively at Rithrynn's last comment. Looking up, her grip on the dart-gun was wavering as she studied the Night Elf, who proceeded to grin even more widely and open her arms in an innocent 'who me?' sort of way.\n\n*\"It sounds crazy…but it's the only thing that even begins to make sense. This is Rithrynn. She'd never betray me. Light, what was I even thinking?\"*\n\n\"I'm sorry\" Liaena mumbled finally. Lowering the dart gun, she held it loosely in one hand as she looked up to give Rithrynn a hopeless look. \"I….I just saw you come out of his house, and….I jumped to conclusions, I guess. It's been a crazy few days\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"It's been a crazy few days.\"\n\nTo finally see Liaena lower the dart gun came as a great relief to Rithrynn, whom although she had remained unchanged in her optimistic expression; let out a gargantuan mental sigh of relief in her head.\n\nSlowly walking over to Liaena, Rithrynn extended one arm out to take the little girl into a hug.\n\n\"It's okay, Li. It's been crazy for all of us... \" Rithrynn muttered in a quiet voice as she held the human close to her chest, while letting one eye subtly trail over to Naliyah who was lying in the bed.\n\" ... and for some of us in particular.\"\n\n*\"Li knows. I hope she hasn't told anyone else.\"*\n\nRithrynn suddenly received a dreaded thought in her head, of the potential that Liaena might have shared her story to some of her sisters. It was of course more than possible that they wouldn't believe the 'dumb-hummie', but the mere chance that she nonetheless might suddenly meet Serphia in the door later that day, demanding answers, was enough to give the sentinels some minor chills.\n\n\"But... now as we know where he lives. Sherpa, that is.\" Rithrynn eventually continued, making some space between her and Liaena so she could look down into the eyes of the human. As her gaze met with that of Liaena, a cunning smile appeared on Rithrynn's lips.\n\n\" ... wanna burn his house down - together?\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "*\"I still…it still doesn't make any sense. How could I have been so wrong…? …\"*\n\nInitially freezing up as Rithrynn reached out an arm to pull her close, Liaena's arms eventually curled around the Night Elf to return the embrace. *\"…I'm an idiot\"*\n\n\"Wanna burn down his house….together?\"\n\nFace remaining buried in the elfs dress for a moment, Liaena looked up to first give Rithrynn a confused look, then frowning and shaking her head decisively. \"No. That would just let him know we are onto him\"\n\nLetting go of Rithrynn finally, Liaena wandered over to the bed to flop onto it, resting her back on the pillows and carefully avoiding Naliyah sprawled over the other end of it. \"Sherpa has his own castle and mercenary guild to protect him, this band of thugs called the 'White Hand'. I've not seen this castle yet, but I'm getting the idea it's quite impressive. So, we need to get him while he's at the house. That's when he's most vulnerable\"\n\nThe girl had clearly entered 'vocalise interior monologue' mode, regardless of any attempts from Rithrynn to enter the conversation as she continued. \"Sharon is going to speak to Serphia when I give the go ahead, and try and organise a plan of attack. You can help with details of their defences, the general layout of the house inside. How many guards are inside? There's not a way into the sewer, is there?\"\n\n\"Uhm, I'm not reeeally sure….\"\n\n\"We still need to have a spy inside, or it's too easy to miss him. I was going to do that\" Liaena mused, mostly to herself. Pausing at her last comment, she turned her head to give Rithrynn a penetrating stare. \"Though…\"\n\n\"….\"\n*\"She really convinced Sherpa that she was on his team? I remember him being smarter …\"*\n\n\"….I should still do that.\" Liaena announced to the ceiling finally. Still giving Rithrynn that quizzical look, she raised an eyebrow at the worried looking elf. \"….so, how did you manage to do this 'secret agent' thing? Exactly?\"\n\n---\n\n\"What kind of fool jumps from the second story anyway?\"\n\"One who's mad enough to infiltrate Alfidious' mansion in the first place!\"\n\n\"…I was invited\" Kathlin observed quietly from the flower-bed. One of the guards pointing the muskets at her looked confused. The other one looked annoyed.\n\n\"What?\"\n\"Shut up! No talking!\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"….Better\"\n\nTurning her head slightly, Kathlin gauged the distance towards herself and the edge of the property to be approximately 50 yards as the bird flies, leaving aside all of the flower beds, gardening equipment, benches and assorted garden paraphernalia that she would need to jump over, walk around or otherwise circumvent to reach the boundary wall. Coming to the depressing realisation that she would likely be sporting several bullet holes before she made it halfway, she instead glanced up at the window she had come from. The creature that had been pursuing her had disappeared as if it never had existed.\n\nSpeaking of never existing, there was absolutely no sign of a white little owl and as yet no cries that the wards covering the house had been broken.\n\n*\"That was for both of us, Ragnar. Light take you\"*", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"….so, how did you manage to do this 'secret agent' thing? Exactly?" Upon hearing the question, Rithrynn gave the inquisitive human girl a longer, mute stare. Her expression at first seemed to be a mix between annoyance and uncertainty, suggesting that either, it was a 'you were not supposed to ask, it was SECRET after all!', to the Night Elf simply having no clue what to say. *"That girl never takes a break!"* "Ohh, that's a long story." Rithrynn finally answered quite happily. ... "Of course, it took lots of improvisation. Turns out he was very lonely, and also had an admiration for the ancient legacy of the kaldorei and its people!" Feeling successful in her mission of giving as vague an explanation as possible to Liaena about the details of the very 'infiltration act' and 'secret agent thing', Rithrynn finally put down her hands. What made her curious though was Liaena's insistence on being the spy inside of Sherpa's house, an idea which by itself seemed ludicrous enough to the point it matched Malfurion's own tactical military decisions in sheer silliness. Before Liaena could get the chance to dig any deeper in the details of the infiltration, Rithrynn was quick to change the topic! "So... you, you want to infiltrate Sherpa's house?" Rithrynn finally asked, throwing Liaena a puzzled gaze as the Night Elf leaned against one of the wardrobes. "How exactly are you going to do that? You two aren't exactly on the best of tracks... I highly doubt he'd even answer the door if you knocked with anything less than a siege battering ram!"
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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.
[ { "text": "\"I'm telling you, and you don't need to be such an ungrateful bitch about it! Gah!\" Rithrynn exclaimed back at the human, throwing her hands up into the air at the process while letting out an annoyed sigh.\n\nWalking over to the bed, Rithrynn turned around to slump her butt down in between Naliyah and Liaena, causing the latter to be catapulted slightly up into the air. Adopting a clearly annoyed position, with her arms crossed and her face turned into a rather sour pout; Rithrynn remained quiet for the next seconds, before finally raising one eye at the human.\n\n\"Alright, it was a date. I arranged a date with Sherpa, and it worked just fine.\" The Sentinel finally explained, before looking back down into the floor when she finished.\n\n\"Wha-whu, Riii... date?\" Suddenly came the half-conscious mumbling from Naliyah as the pink haired Night Elf reared her head, the sleeping serum seemingly having already worn off her.\nThrowing her sister a quick look, Rithrynn suddenly grabbed the dart gun in a lighting-fast sleigh of hand from Liaena's lap, and promptly proceeded to insert an additional dart into Naliyah's buttock, with the immediate effect that the Night Elf fell face-first back down into the bed and fast asleep once again.\n\n\"I agreed to go to his place back in the sewer when I first met him,\" Rithrynn continued as she casually handed the spent dart-gun back to a rather surprised Liaena.\n\"And yes, he does have a servant. In fact, a little girl named Alice or something like that. She does match you in size.\"\n\n...\n\n\"She also reminds me of you... minus the mad-scientist theme and liberal approach to bomb-making.\" Rithrynn added to the end, the Sentinel finally looking back at Liaena with a slight smirk around her lips.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"A…date?\" Liaena said weakly, having once again failed to process any of Rithrynn later remarks or even notice the implied comment about her height.\n\nGlancing down at her lap, the girl gave her dart gun a look that suggested she rather wished it were still loaded. \"You, went on a*date*. With*Sherpa*.\"\n\n\"As a –\"\n\n\"As a secret agent, right, right\" Liaena said distantly, waving away Rithrynn's words as she tried, and failed, to reconcile the concept in her head. An extremely unpleasant point had occurred to her, and she swallowed before speaking. \"So you had this…. 'date' in this morning?\"\n\n\"Yes…?\"\n\n\"Only Sharon said you left last night\"\n\n\"…\"\n\n\"Err\"\n\n\"………………………………\"\n\nLiaena was by this point giving Rithrynn a look that was pure 'you-did-not-just-do-what-I'm-thinking-of\" that was mingled parts shock, horror and disgust. Gingerly getting up from where she was sitting next to the Night Elf, Liaena started to back away from her as she glanced down at the used dart gun nervously. \"You…and him…but*why*?\"\n\n\"Like I TOLD you---\"\n\n\"THERE ARE WAYS TO INFILTRATE HIS HOUSE THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE SLEEPING WITH HIM!\" Liaena screamed, before looking horrified at what she had just said. \"…you slept with him?\"\n\n\"…No!\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\nLiaena threw Rithrynn a disturbed look that also looked decidedly unconvinced, then spun on her heel to start pacing around the room. A bad headache was building behind her eyes and she kneaded her forehead to try drive it away. \"This-this is a lot for me to take in right now. Why…why would – a date. You're dating Sherpa, of all the things. This is insane. Why would you*do*something like that?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Why would you do something like that?\"\n\n\"I think my progress speaks for itself!\" Rithrynn stated clearly as she folded her arms.\n\"It has obviously been THE best reconnaissance method devised so far! While you have but skittered around his premise, I have gotten a close; inside look inside his own house. Met his staff. Seen his rooms... \"\n\n...\n\n\"Ohh, and tasted the cookies. Those were good!\"\n\nReceiving a dark stare from Liaena, Rithrynn felt a slight wave of discomfort wash over her. The human was quite clearly not sharing her enthusiasm about her**successful**infiltration of Sherpa's house. It was obvious that she was not getting anywhere near impressing the little girl, who's hate for Sherpa was the stuff of legends.\n\n*\"Why is it that whenever I do something far better than her, I get nothing but envy?! Why can't it be like, 'Oh Rithy, what a great job!', 'You really? Thanks a lot, Rithrynn!', or just anything other than 'I hate you and I curse you and, oh, you're also a big purple idiot with a big butt!'.\"*\n\n\"Look!\" Rithrynn stood up from the bed, raising her arms in an attempt to negotiate with the angry human.\n\"I would never betray you or Sharon, but with you having excluded me from all your secret little operations; I had to find my own way to contribute! And it just so happens that I can do more than shoot stuff. And smash stuff. A date with Sherpa was the easiest way to get close. He's got an army, remember!\"\n\nRithrynn finished, letting out a pout as she glared back at Liaena.\n\n\" ... and no, he's not in my ass if you're wondering.\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "-Double Post-", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "-double post-", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"I don't want to have to deal with losing you again, because of him. Okay?" Rithrynn became quiet for a moment as Liaena finished her last sentence, the Night Elf staring down at Liaena. So that's why Liaena had been so angry at her, because she had feared for her safety? Trying to look at it from Liaena's point of view, Rithrynn could understand why the human girl would view her little date with Sherpa similarly to juggling burning knives laced with poison while balancing on top of a kodo stampede heading towards a cliff in the Great Canyon of the Barrens. Hester continued to peck against the frozen window incessantly, but the furious little white owl was ignored by both of the women on the inside. "I see... I am sorry, Li." The brief anger of being interrogated having abated from her mind, the Night Elf conjured a soft smile as she looked down at the distressed human. Slowly walking over to where Liaena was sitting, Rithrynn slumped down next to her and placed one arm over Liaena's shoulders. "No more secrets from now on. That I promise." Rithrynn said as she gave the human a small hug. ***TAP* *TAP* *CRACK* *TAP*** At that point, the little owl outside the room had become so hyperactive that she was drumming her beak against the glass panels of the window like a woodpecker with a machine gun! Unable to ignore the noise much longer, Rithrynn eventually reared her head to gaze towards the owl on the outside of the window, who at that point was threatening to break through the very glass at any moment! "I think that's your bird, Li. Her mood doesn't seem to have changed since last time." Rithrynn commented with a slight bit of annoyance at the sight of the feathered fiend that was Liaena's pet.
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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.
[ { "text": "Initially surprised by the sudden paralysis of the little human girl, Rithrynn eventually leaned forward to glance down at the page that seemed to have frozen Liaena completely.\n\n\"Llep. Honor Point... or 'Honor's Watch'.\" Rithrynn muttered quizzically as her silvery eyes narrowed on the large, crude handwriting that adorned the last page; in stark contrast to the extremely prude and orderly handwriting on the former page. If she was to make a wild guess, she would have believed that whoever wrote it must have been an ogre. That was, assuming ogres were even capable of writing in the first place.\n\nIndeed, when someone with a terrible or rushed handwriting attempted to write cursive; the result could be described as nothing short of dreadful!\n\nBut eventually, Rithrynn managed to make sense out of the scribbled hieroglyphs that were supposed to represent something reminiscent of actual, real letters. Picking up the book, she studied it closely.\n\n\"Help... \" She muttered thoughtfully, glancing over at Rithrynn.\n\"This shouldn't happen to be from your friend that you sent all alone to that mansion you were talking about, wouldn't it?\"\n\nRithrynn asked as she casually held the book up in front of Liaena, the girl only giving it a pale look in return. It was enough for Rithrynn to guess that the answer would be a firm 'yes', followed by 'I didn't mean for it to happen!'.\n\n*\"It would seem Liaena's lack of self preservation also extended to her expendable accomplices. By the goddess, I cannot tell whether or not I'd be surprised!\"*\n\n\"Honor's Watch, isn't that the new stone hut they're building down by the harbor?\" Rithrynn asked, the Night Elf giving the black haired human a quizzical look with her right eye.\n\"How did she end up there... ?\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"…Let me see that\" Liaena muttered finally, snatching the book out of Rithrynns hand. Job done, Hester strutted past her to sink her beak into the bar of chocolate as the girl started to frantically leaf through the pages. \"She…she wouldn't send me this without a reason. There must be another clue, or something…\"\n\nScanning the text briefly on each page, Liaena paused at the final few entries by Lord Alficious, as the name: 'White Hand' caught her eye. A longer pause followed, as she read through the page more thoroughly, Rithrynn lurking over one shoulder. \"...I….I guess this is a motive\"\n\nSnapping the book unexpectedly closed, Liaena stared at the small leather bound diary in her hand as though it had teeth.\n\n*\"What have I done?\"*\n\n\"Idiot! interficerent eam! What in the Light was she thinking!?\" Liaena cursed as she stomped her way to her feet. Hester fluttered haughtily to her perch as the girl stalked across the room to slam the window shut. \"I don't know why I even bother anymore, if I can't even give someone a simple task, without going and getting themselves --\"\n\n*\"What if she's dead?\"*\n\nScrewing up her eyes, Liaena abruptly slapped herself in the forehead, with the diary, hard. Burst of anger spluttering out, she turned to look at Rithrynn with an expression that could only be described as woebegone. \"What if…\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"No. *No*. They must have kidnapped her, or something, and she managed to get this to me\" Liaena said very decisively. Leafing through the pages as she opened the book again, she stabbed a finger at the haphazard scrawl. \"Honour's point – that's their fort, she must be there. This, this is important, it proves that Lord Alficious was suspicious of their activities before he died. This is more than we've ever had on them before, we can put pressure on them – I need to talk to Sharon\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"We can put pressure on them" "It's just a tattered old book, Li. I think you're going to need way more than that to threaten them." Rithrynn commented as the Night Elf rose from her seat against the wall. " .... " "Like; arrows, an,-" "I'm not planning on using it as a weapon!" "Okay... I suppose it also counts as mortal evidence, goddess willing." Rithrynn replied, still not appearing entirely convinced by Liaena's argument. The Night Elf had always been fascinated by how much faith the humans put in their courts, laws and bureaucracies. Back in Darnassus, most ancient meetings or moots were usually solved by whoever could shout the loudest. Or shoot the best. No boring paperwork involved whatsoever! "I guess that makes this 'Honor Point' our top priority, and not Sherpa's house?" Rithrynn asked with a slightly optimistic tone as the human had already begun to scramble towards the door. "We should probably get her back before they put her through any interrogations. Or worse." Blinking at Liaena for a moment, the Night Elf cast the human a long stare. "If their interrogation skills are anything like yours Li, I don't think she is going to last any long!" The thought of going on a high risk rescue mission in a fort in Stormwind did seem a little bit enticing to the Sentinel. Although she had hoped that things would eventually simmer down and become a little colder, infiltrating a giant fortification out at sea was something the adventurer inside of her could not say no to(not referring to Esmeralda!). Something that could help offset the awfully dull city life of Stormwind. And with the added bonus that it would take Liaena's attention off her and Sherpa, and more over to rescuing her friend. *"By the moon; never thought I'd miss Serphia's overly dramatic drills and excursions!"*
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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.
[ { "text": "Before Rithrynn had even touched the door to step through it behind the little girl, Rithrynn realized that Liaena had already charged off through the corridor and was already disappearing beneath the next corner.\n\"She isn't wasting any time at least!\"\n\nRithrynn muttered to herself, shaking her head as Liaena disappeared from sight.\n\n\"Mrrmhf-mmmuh, moi Ri... are you ready?\" Suddenly came the low, unfocused mumbling from inside the bedroom. Turning around, Rithrynn spotted Naliyah slowly beginning to wake up in the bed, weaving her butt as the dozy elf lazily fumbled with her arms to support herself.\n\n\"Oh shi... \" Rithrynn emitted, as the Sentinel rushed out through the door of the bedroom as a lightning; snatching the key Liaena had left in the door before closing the door behind her! Quickly turning around and locking the door shut with the key, Rithrynn finally took a moment to relax and breathe out after the close call. Stepping back from the door, she threw the knob a prolonged stare.\n\n*\"Sorry Janessa, you're on your own!\"*\n\nRealizing that Liaena had gotten quite a big headstart already, Rithrynn quickly turned around to hurry through the corridor after Liaena. Despite her short legs, the human moved at a remarkably quick pace.\n\nFinally arriving at Sharon's study in which Liaena had barged through the door, leaving it wide open, the Night Elf snuck inside while voices emanated from the room. Liaena and Sharon seemed to be in a dramatic discussion. Sharon in particular seemed to be doing the best he could out of a nonsensical situation, caught right out of bed. Positioning herself behind Liaena, Rithrynn choose to interrupt.\n\n\"The water isn't much of an issue... \" Rithrynn eventually entered the conversation, stepping carefully forward.\n\"Nor are the reefs an issue. Or the walls. Me and my sisters could easily scale those. They can't be anywhere near as bad as Sherpa's old dread castle in Northrend.\"\n\nRithrynn commented, remembering back to when she, Liaena and Sharon had infiltrated Sherpa's castle prior to the events at Dalaran. Which had conveniently been placed in the side of a frozen mountain, surrounded by a deep abyss. It had been nothing short of a harrowing climb, and so Rithrynn felt rather positive about being able to manage to climb the simpler walls of Honor Point.\n\n\"I mean... we successfully infiltrated Sherpa's previous castle. And this time the opposition is just monkeys an,-\"\n\n....\n\nRithrynn froze during her sentence, finding herself at the center of a very dark stare from Liaena, and a disappointed expression from Sharon. Taking a moment to rearrange her sentence, she began anew.\n\n\"I mean... it's just humans guarding the castle. We are not really facing down the legion of the damned this time. So it should be much easier!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Having shot Rithrynn a filthy glare, the glower abated a little as Liaena considered what the elf was saying. \"…Maybe. That could work. The whole place is probably warded, with alarms though, and all sorts of things. There's more than enough mages in this city that could set one up, if you don't mind paying for it\"\n\nPurely from habit than anything else, a brief scowl was aimed at Sharon as that last remark. Liaena sat forward in her chair as she looked back at Rithrynn. \"And there's more than just humans in there. They have a huge man in armour, and he didn't even flinch when Doin battered an axe through his chestplate. I think he's –\"\n\n\"Define 'huge'?\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\nLiaena gave Rithrynn a long, suspicious glare as she tried to figure out whether the comment was intended as a slur. \"….Huge. For a human. Okay?\"\n\n\"That's not huge, Li\"\n\n\"....Fine! Whatever. That thing was Undead, I can feel it\" Liaena snapped back. Drumming her fingers on the arm of the armchair, her eyes widened as something else occurred to her. \"The Red Vanguard. They'd help us with this. They're fighting the White Hand, same as us, and if I showed them this…\"\n\nPicking up the diary, Liaena stared at the cover for a long, thoughtful moment. Turning it back around, she showed the front to Sharon as she raised her brows questioningly at him. \"This diary. How much trouble do you think we could make for the White Hand if I went public with this?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Doin... that's a dwarven name,\" Sharon suddenly mentioned when Liaena told of her encounter with the supposed undead. Creating an awkward silence, Sharon nodded as he motioned with his hand for the discussion to carry on.\n\"Alright, probably one of the Red Vanguards then.\"\n\n\"Yes... that too,\"\n\nWaiting for Liaena to finish speaking, Sharon finally leaned forward with his hands folded together in front of him.\n\n\"The White Hand is not our only concern if we are to infiltrate Honor's Watch, their keep at the harbor. Technically, the White Hand cells stationed at the garrison are part of the Seaway Stormwind Defense, and while that makes them legally obligated to assist Stormwind's army should an invasion occur, it also means that they enjoy the added protection that comes with a friendship to the Stormwind city guard and naval forces stationed at the docks.\"\n\nSharon explained with a contemplative look on his face, resting his jaw on his hands.\n\n\" ... granted, it's a layer defense. There are probably a couple of Stormwind's own military that is stationed near Honor's Watch, but they will be outside the fortress. The White Hand's own members are the ones who will be guarding the interior of the fortress itself.\" Taking a brief pause, Sharon looked over at Liaena as he remembered her recent tales.\n\"And, if our worst fears are confirmed; we may encounter undead and dark magi inside. As well as the garrison's ordinary human defenders. That would require that we possess some form of divine magic to prevent our worst case scenario of becoming a woefully onesided encounter.\"\n\nSharon had little doubt about the martial skill and guile of Rithrynn's sisters in Serphia's warband. But if they were to scale the walls and find spirits and undead awaiting them on the other side, even Serphia would be in over her head.\n\n\"This diary. How much trouble do you think we could make for the White Hand if I went public with this?\"\n\nReturning his attention to the diary in question, Sharon studied it for a moment. Although he hadn't read all of its contents, if Liaena's claims were true, the book did indeed possess a large strategic importance in the larger war against Sherpa's shadow empire.\n\n\"We can definitely put some serious pressure on the White Hand with this. At best, we can get them disbanded. But even at worst, we could set their operations back weeks; if not months. What we will get will be decided in court however, which is a battlefield of its own.\" Sharon said as he gently shuffled through some of the pages, before returning to give Rithrynn and Liaena a curious look.\n\n\"But, have you consulted with Serphia about this? We can have the Red Vanguard run distractions, but it's her warriors that we will need to infiltrate the fort unseen.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"But, have you consulted with Serphia about this?" "Uhmm... " Rithrynn paused, drawing out the moment as she looked to Liaena. " ... we were getting to that part!" ... "But rest assured, I'm sure she will join up; and those walls will be a piece of cake!" Rithrynn announced proudly as she held a finger in the air, arching her shoulder backwards and pumped her chest out. But just as she did so, a commotion could be heard from outside the office door: "WHooaaaahh!" *Bang* *Thump* *Bonk* *Crack* *CRASH!" "HAH-HAHAHAHAH... are you alright, Lila?" Rithrynn threw a careful look at the door behind her, internally spiting her sisters for picking the exact moment to fall down what sounded like a long flight of stairs. Ignoring the continuous laughter and groans coming from outside, Rithrynn peered back at Sharon. "Well... most of the time. When sober. Which they are not... " Rithrynn muttered with a slightly defeated tone, before she eyed Liaena. "So... shall we get Captain Serphia now then? Before the hangover of tomorrow will be too great?"
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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.
[ { "text": "\"That would require that we possess some form of divine magic to prevent our worst case scenario of becoming a woefully onesided encounter\"\n\nLiaena studied the wooden panelling of Sharons desk as she avoided the high elfs eyes carefully. The simple fact that he was right did not make her feel the slightest bit better about him pointing it out. \"mmh\"\n\n\"So... shall we get Captain Serphia now then? Before the hangover of tomorrow will be too great?\"\n\n\"No\" Liaena muttered distantly. Glancing back, she shook her head at the Night Elf who was now giving her a odd look. \"I mean yes. You should do that. I need to go speak to a different asshole\"\n\n\"I'm sorry?\"\n\nRising out of her chair, Liaena merely gave Sharon a faint smile with no explanation, before heading for the door. \"Where's Marshall staying now, anyway?\"\n\n\"…I gave Father Marshall the guest room in the east extension, Lady Rune\" Frederick explained smoothly from right outside the door, the butler sliding it open a fraction to bow slightly to those inside. \"…he felt more comfortable distancing himself from, ahem, our other guests. I believe he has barricaded the door shut\"\n\n\"Oh, wonderful. Well I'm an expert with barricades. I expect we've got a lot to talk about\" Liaena remarked acerbically. Waving the butler aside, she started down the corridor towards the eastern side of the house. \"Just help Rithrynn with Serphia, Sharon. I've got this\"\n\n*\n\nReaching the guest room specified by Frederick in a quiet, mostly unused area of the house, Liaena rattled the doorknob, before hammering on the door as hard as she could. \"MARSHALL? We need TO TALK! IT'S…uh, important!\"\n\n\"……\"\n\nStepping back for a moment, Liaena produced a small jar to scrape some of the greyish paste inside it onto her fingers and then into the keyhole of the door. Digging out a flint stone, she struck them together to send a spark flying onto the lock.\n\n**-BAM-**\n\nSwinging the door open, Liaena stepped into a dark room, curtains drawn, lit only by the lamp over the desk which was piled high with weighty tomes and papers. Behind the desk sat the old priest, poring over one of the largest and most boring-looking.\n\nStepping closer, Liaena coughed loudly. Upon receiving no response, she stepped forward to pick up a pencil and tap it on the book he was reading.\n\nAt this, the old man finally looked up. Initially gaining a look of surprise, it was immediately replaced by fury as he looked between her, and the door with the door handle hanging off it. \"YOU! How dare you trespass in here! I will have you evicted from this Cathedral, you little brat!\"\n\n\"…Sorry, but we're not in the Cathedral, Father\" Liaena explained extremely frostily to the glaring bushy eyebrows. \"You agreed to help Sharon Dal'dieb with the threat from the scourge, remember?\"\n\n\"Are you accusing me of senility, girl!?\"\n\n\"….No\"\n\nThe priests brows contracted together still further, as he tried to figure out whether she was being genuine or not. Rather than allow him to form the inevitable negative conclusion, Liaena moved to hurry the conversation on to a more profitable subject. \"…Marshall, I think something's happened to Kitty. She's in danger –\"\n\n\"Who?\"\n\nLiaena ground her teeth together as she steadily lost more and more of her temper. \"**Kathlin Lennox.**YOUR ASSISTANT.\"\n\n\"What? Assistant? I don't have an assistant. They get under my feet, always trying to tidy my office up, it's a miracle from the Light I can ever find anything…\" Marshall mused, glaring around the small bedroom he had appropriated. It was indeed, a tip. \"Although I did have this girl that was supposed to be my assistant. Was that you?\"\n\n\"…Yes\"\n\nMarshall paused a moment, as his eyes narrowed further to the point it was wonder he could see at all. \"…You're lying. I would have remembered if they had sent me you. And I would have**complained**\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "-double post- =_=", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "-double post-", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
After Liaena had left the room in all haste, Rithrynn merely gazed at the human's trail: feeling slightly betrayed. In any negotiation with Serphia, Liaena would have been the perfect lightning rod for all blame and ire from the Captain! *"Elune, there goes my cannonfodder... "* "Alright, Rithrynn, I can help," "Oh, no-no no! I'll be fine!" Rithrynn was quick to retaliate against Sharon's offer to help her deal with Serphia, the Night Elf throwing him a big smile as she turned around. "I can deal with Serphia juuuust fine! I'll call you if there's an emergency!" Rithrynn explained as she inched back, before the Night Elf was the next person to race out the door of Sharon's study; leaving the High Elf all by himself. Once she was outside the study, Rithrynn rushed down the following stairs to the first floor, elegantly evading one of her sisters, Lila, whom had faceplanted at the bottom of them. Moving through the atrium, she soon found her way to the living room, which was as full of life and spectacle as ever. Except that this time there was a distinct lack of Naliyah in the room... *"Oh crap, should probably warn Sharon about where I left her. Lest he'll get a big surprise!"* Whether Liaena hadn't told Sharon already, Rithrynn couldn't tell. Liaena, from what she knew of the girl, had a tendency to often tunnel focus on certain issues, such as Sherpa, evil presences or Rithrynn's own private & personal love affair! Approaching the side of the room where Serphia was sitting, the Captain having found the biggest, cushiest leather chair in the room which acted much in the way of a throne to her. But even then, it still looked small beneath the large elf! Having had her wounds treated by Naliyah, the Captain wasn't wearing much other than a simple silk loincloth and a cut shirt. Rithrynn carefully beckoned to her Captain who was quick to notice her in return, what with Rithrynn being one of the few sober beings in the room. "Uh, Mistress... the High Elf Sharon requires some of our warriors for an infiltration mission." Rithrynn explained cautiously as she stood in front of her Captain, Serphia eying her sharply. Throwing her an odd look, Serphia asked. "Infiltration mission?" "Well, yes, you see... there's this big castle by the harbor that the Scourge agent secretly possesses, and Sharon plans to trash his stuff and free any captives they find in there."" "The big castle by the reef?" "Uhhm... I think it's that one." Serphia had become silent, while Rithrynn was throwing her captain the best smile that she could in the meantime. Suddenly, Serphia rose from her undersized chair, towering over Rithrynn as she stared down at her subordinate; the Captain's temper rising visibly! "He thinks he can command us to do whatever he wants?!" Serphia suddenly asked, causing Rithrynn to back down. "NONONO! He's just... asking sincerely!" Rithrynn was quick to reiterate, holding up her hands as if they would protect her from Serphia's ire! Serphia paused for a moment, taking a look across the room at her partying sisters; many whom had already turned their heads over to the commotion between her and Rithrynn. Gaining a thoughtful expression, Serphia turned her attention back to Rithrynn, now with a soft smile. "I think we are long due a proper fight." Serphia said with a rather pleased looking expression, the Captain seemingly much more happy at the prospect of trashing some humans and making their mighty stone fortresses look useless! "Tell your pet High Elf that I said yes." "Yes, Mistress! I will... oh, and one more thing, we only need a handful of warriors." "No problem." "And climbing gear?" "We still have it, if you're wondering." "And... we are going to have to cooperate with a light wielder to get this operation done." " ... " Suddenly, all the laughter, noise and cheer in the room died immediately out. At the end of her last sentence, practically every head in the room was turned towards Rithrynn, including Serphia's own which had gained a distinctively pale look, the Captain's smile no longer visible as she merely stared down at Rithrynn. Rithrynn, in turn, immediately felt a strong sense of discomfort, realizing that she perhaps should have spared them the last detail. *"Maybe I should have kept 'working with light wielder' as a hidden mission parameter... shit."* "Uhm... that's all he asked... " Rithrynn said meekly to her Captain, trying her best to lighten the mood with a weak smile.
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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.
[ { "text": "Leaning back in his cushy leather office chair, Sharon was casually levitating a random paperweight and bottle of ink over his desk with a channeled spell when Friedrick suddenly turned the corner outside his office and marked in at an urgent pace.\n\n\"Good afternoon, Master Sharon. I trust all is still well?\" He asked politely as he approached Sharon's desk. But when the human butler suddenly picked up the diary from Alfidious, Sharon was surprised to the point that he lost control of the levitation spell. While the paperweight slammed back down into his desk, the High Elf narrowly managed to catch the ink bottle before it spilled all across his desk.\n\n\"Wait, what do you need that one for?\" Sharon hastily inquired as he looked towards the diary, placing the ink back on his desk.\n\n\"Just a request from Lady Rune in her attempt to negotiate with father Marshal. The man has a strong sense of independence.\"\n\n\"You mean stubbornness?\"\n\n\"Yes, and a flair of the 'know-it-all' as well. But do not worry, Lady Rune wanted me to tell you that she has all under control.\n\n\"Of course... \"\n\nA report and assurance that 'all was OK' was never very reassuring when it came from Liaena, Sharon thought to himself. But it seemed too early to intervene, and so the High Elf eventually nodded, allowing the butler to leave with the book.\n\n\"Very well. If she needs it. But I want it back here when it is done. Let no harm befall it!\"\n\n\"As if it was my newborn, Master Sharon.\" Friedrick answered politely, before the elderly butler turned and marched out of the room, carrying himself with a pace that suggested an attempt to balance his sense of professionalism between the required haste and urgency of the situation in question. As the lower end of Friedrick's tailcoat disappeared beyond the door, Sharon retreated back into his chair, folding his fingers together as he gazed out of his office.\n\n*\"I can only hope Rithrynn is doing better than Liaena. Considering the fact that I haven't heard any sound of fighting or bones breaking, that can only be a good sign as far as any attempt to negotiate with Serphia is concerned.\"*", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"Father. Marshall! WAIT! I haven't told you everything yet!\" Liaena cried as she chased after the unrelenting Marshall. Storming through the corridors they occasionally passed drunk Night Elves, some of whom looked curious enough to start meandering after them. The result was that the pair were starting to attract a most unwelcome audience as Liaena dodged around the old man to block a doorway he was about to pass through, holding up her hands in a placatory gesture.\n\n\"It's a really, really bad idea to just run in there, okay? I get that you're angry, I am too. But look…\"\n\n\"Lady Rune? As you requested\"\n\nArriving as always at the most appropriate moment, Frederick materialised beside them to politely present Alficious's diary to Liaena. Liaena grabbed it quickly to find the pages with Alficious' investigation of the White Hand, and hold it out to Marshall. \"This is what a Lord learned about the White Hand, and he died for it. If – if these people or Sherpa realise that we are onto them, it'll put Kitty in so much danger…\"\n\nSnatching the book off of her, Marshall flipped through it before arriving at the relevant pages. Scanning it, his eyes narrowed into angry slits at Liaena. \"Stupid girl. You think that I would be rash enough to face this foe alone? Do you take me for a fool, brat!?\"\n\n\"Uh…no\" Liaena said doubtfully, tracking the book obsessively with her eyes. \"Okay, good—\"\n\n\"Which is why I'm reporting this to the Cathedral immediately\"\n\n\"WHAT. Uh…Marshall\" Liaena glanced desperately over her shoulder at the Night Elves that were starting to drift closer. \"That-that might not be such the best idea. Remember, they did entrust this task to *you*—\"\n\n\"I have the humility to know when something is beyond me, girl\"\n\nMarshall's eyebrows had again furrowed into a deep line between his eyes as he glowered at the girl. \"Who else would I ask to aid this cause of ours? Those wicked, shrieking, faithless harpies?\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"Well…\"\n\nLosing interest, Marshall strode forward to push right past Liaena to start bulldozering down the corridor again, book in hand. Chasing after, Liaena found herself having to run at his side if only to maintain the conversation. \"I don't like them either Father, but they do have their uses. If we are going to sneak into this place…\"\n\n\"The Light Of The World does not**sneak**\"\n\n\"They do if their enemies are completely legitimate businessmen!\" Liaena hissed furiously back.\n\n\"If the Light says they are not, then they are**not**. The king himself will know of this affront! This heresy!\"\n\n\"…The King.**Really**.\"\n\nStill trying her best to keep up, Liaena gave Marshall a do-you-have-any-idea-what-you-sound-like look, before rolling her eyes at him. \"This is*urgent*, Father. You want to wait six months until you get audience with him? …\"\n\n\"He attends Mass tomorrow morning, brat. Which*you*would know if you ever paid deference\"\n\n\"….\"\n\nStalling in the corridor, Liaena watched Marshall stomp away from her, eyes wide. The entire ruckus had attracted quite a few Night Elves but the girl made no attempt to cool the situation, or follow the priest, instead thinking hard.\n\n\"Lady Rune?\" Frederick enquired politely, having caught up to stand to attention next to the silent girl. \"Shall I request Lady Dei intercept him at the gate?\"\n\n\"Uh…No\" Liaena said distantly after a long pause. Still tracking the old man with her eyes, she started to move forward again to follow him, before flapping a hand at Frederick. \"Could you arrange a carriage instead? Thanks\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Having taken a moment to gather herself, Rithrynn had begun to return to the atrium, confident that Serphia would be satisfied for at least the greater part of the next hour. But as her worries about her little diplomacy with Serphia faded away, her thoughts began to move over to Liaena and the girl's work. *"I wonder if she is doing any better."* But as the Night Elf traveled through the numerous corridors and hallways of Sharon's expansive mansion, the Night Elf's question was soon answered when she saw both Liaena and Marshal pass through the corridor ahead of her, with the old man leading the way, and Liaena right behind him. The pair seemed to be caught in a heated discussion, or rather; an all out argument between the two! *"Huh, it looks like she isn't doing so much better after all."* The Night Elf noted, feeling a tiny amount of satisfaction at having beaten Liaena at convincing her own quarry, even if Shani had been the one doing most of the involuntary work during her session with Serphia! Looking further behind them, she noticed that a small gathering of her fellow sisters had gathered in the corridor behind them, seemingly finding the struggle between the two humans amusing and as a source of entertainment. If there was popcorn in the house, Rithrynn could swear it would have been passed around among them right now! "Hey, Li!" Rithrynn said as she walked up next to Liaena as Marshal quickened his pace and marched forward, as if he had been chosen by the very light itself to carry out the most sacred of sacred missions! Glancing down at the smaller black haired girl, Rithrynn threw the human a sly smirk. "How goes the negotiations?"
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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.
[ { "text": "\"We are leaving?`Where?\"\n\n\"TWO MINUTES, RI!\"\n\nSo much for that answer!\n\nRithrynn's smug grin had been replaced with a look of confusion as she simply stood in the hallway, looking after the busy Liaena who was either following, or chasing Marshal. With the speed at which the older man marched and Liaena's struggle to keep up, it was hard to tell which.\n\n*\"What are we going to do outside Sharon's mansion? Has she gotten impatient and decided to do a pre-emptive attack on Sherpa's castle?!\"*\n\nRithrynn shook her head, before turning around and running back to her room. Like an elven whirlwind, she threw off her pass-time silk robes, whom landed only Elune knew where! Finding her uniform, she systematically went through every strap and buckle with mechanical precision as she pulled on her winter robes, chestplate, tassets, gloves and boots!\n\n\"*Elune, I miss the summer uniforms!*\" Rithrynn muttered angrily to herself as she pulled on her cloak, arrow quiver and bow. Snatching her belt and dagger, she barely had time to attach it before she was already running out the door; snatching her sheathed sword while pulling down her helmet as she exited the room in all hurry!\n\n\"Sorry, coming through! Out of my way!\" She called as she ran past her sisters, racing through Sharon's mansion! Reaching the garden, Rithrynn sprinted through the melting snow to reach the carriage. With a graceful jump, Rithrynn leaped right into the door; though her graceful acrobatics were soon interrupted by an audible 'BANG' sounded as her helmet hit the low carriage roof, resulting in the Night Elf flying past both Marshal and Liaena on the inside to slam into the opposite door, which was fortunately locked. But the crash nonetheless was enough almost tilt the carriage, its left wheels rising up from the ground for a moment as it tilted dangerously low to the right; before slamming back down with a dunk!\n\n\"Argh, salai me Fanor... stupid gnome transport! Urgh... \" Rithrynn mumbled as she sat up in the carriage, holding her helmet but feeling happy that she had remembered to bring it. Otherwise she would probably have been sporting a rather large bruiser!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "As the entire carriage tilted to the side, Ragnold had to hold on to his tophat as he tilted alongside his wagon to prevent it from falling off his head; before the whole thing slammed back on all its wheels.\n\n\"That's a sign we've reached our maximum weight capacity, I do believe.\" Ragnold muttered, before looking over to the Sentinel standing by the gate who was still covered in muck and melted snow that had spilled over to her during his speedy approach to the house.\n\n\"Sorry ladies, we're full. Heyaaj!\" Ragnold explained, before flailing his lash through the air and sent his horses into a frenzy as they charged away and off into the direction of the Trade District, the cobblestone pavement of Stormwind causing the wagon to bob up and down as they traveled through the city. One reason for his speed was the fact that he was a man who simply enjoyed going fast whenever he could.\n\nAnother reason was because he quite rightly wasn't sure how much more he could have waited outside the gate without any of the sentinels shooting him!\n\nAs they crossed the bridge over to the Trade District, they entered what was by far the busiest streets in all of Stormwind compared to the other districts. The combination of wet, melting snow lying on top of layers of silk smooth crystal hard ice was a recipe of pure evil, as was evident in the citizens that passed in the streets around them, where they witnessed at least half a dozen close calls and at least two falls on their way to the center of the Trade District.\n\n\"Any specific address in mind, m'lady?**AND WATCH THE ROAD YOU FRACKING NOB**!\" Ragnold shouted back into the carriage as they traversed the busy street, temporarily breaking off to shout a series of cursewords at another carriage driver that raced across the street in front of him, cutting him off by less than two meters!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Do you know where the Red Vanguards HQ is?\" Liaena enquired conversationally where she sat next to him, having just observed another carriage slide past them just a few inches from her nose. Ragnold looked momentarily nonplussed, before recognition appeared on his face. \"Right you are milady – RIGHT! TURNING RIGHT! GET OFFA THE ROAD!\"\n\nAs they jinked right with a sweeping turn that sent pedestrians scurrying for cover and sent the carriage onto its two outside wheels yet again, with a few more frenzied twists and turns and driving that would cause any self-respecting cabbie to be barred for life, they squealed to a halt outside the inn with the newly built front door, the horses panting and wheels shaking.\n\n\"Okay. Just hold the carriage here for a moment, would you?\" Liaena told Ragnold as she prepared to jump down into the slushy snow. Turning to look over her shoulder, she also squinted through the grille into the dusky inside of the carriage. \"You two stay here. I'll be right back\"\n\nMarshall glowered through the gloom back at her. His mood had clearly not improved, while looking distinctly unruffled by the frantic ride through the town. Having been studying Alficious' diary, it was debatable whether he had even noticed it. \"This is not our Cathedral of Light\"\n\n\"No\" Liaena allowed. \"It's not\"\n\n\"Lying brat\"\n\n\"We'll be there soon, Father\"\n\n\"And why is that thing with us!?\" The old man wanted to know. A stab of his finger left no doubt about what 'that thing' was, Rithrynn having finally picked herself off the floor of the carriage.\n\n\"Because, Father, every time I've left the mansion in the last two days, something or someone has attacked me. And she's good at dealing with that\" Liaena said rather coldly. Avoiding the thought of exactly how much firewood the carriage could quite easily make and also avoiding catching Rithrynn's eye, she jumped down into the slushy snow and made for the repaired door. \"I'll be right back. Do **not**kill each other!\"\n\nStalking into the inn, there were several members of the Red Vanguard dotted around the interior, many seated at the trestle tables, a larger group clustered to the rear and talking in low voices. Liaena made a beeline for the latter, some of the men starting to look her way as she approached. \"Fran!\"\n\nThe dwarf stepped forward slightly, having previously apparently been talking to Darius, now looking confused. \"…Liaena? What's going on?\"\n\nPausing in front of the group, Liaena glanced between the members of the Vanguard, before glancing at Darius and raising her eyebrows slightly. \"Has the man you sent to Alficious' come back yet?\"\n\n\"……\"\n\n\"…Right.\" Liaena said grimly after the very telling pause. Looking at Fran, she jerked a thumb over her shoulder at the door to the inn, where as of yet no battle cries were emanating from. \"We need to talk. There's a carriage waiting outside and I've got about thirty seconds before somebody sets fire to it. Are you coming, or not?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
There was little time to object before Liaena had already jumped out of the wagon, and left Rithrynn alone with Marshal; the latter mostly focusing on the departing Liaena, and only interrupting to throw Rithrynn the ocasional glare. As the rockity wagon had finally stilled, Rithrynn could finally take her seat without fear of being tossed around inside the thing that she would normally describe as a bumpy rolling casket on wheels. What humans found so fascinating with that kind of transport would forever elude Rithrynn's understanding as she sat down in one of the small seats, having to lean forward as the top of her hood and helmet gently bobbed against the roof. *"I swear by the goddess, if I have to sit like this for the next hours, I'm going to develop a neck injury!"* The other alternative was to lie down, but the wagon wasn't long enough for her either, meaning that she'd end up lying only half a clock through the wagon, which would be a questionable improvement at the very best. Not to mention presumably create a seat dispute with Liaena once she returned. As Liaena disappeared into the Inn and makeshift headquarters of the Red Vanguard, which were in comparison to the fortress headquarters of the White Hand; not really that much; Rithrynn's eyes eventually floated to the only other person in the wagon, Marshal. "So... " Rithrynn started, not really sure what to talk about with the other human, of whom she had no connection to except through perhaps Liaena. But that did not say much. "You are a priestess, or aide, of that human religion that worships The Holy Shiny?" "It is called the holy**Light**, and male priests are called just that; Priests! Not priestesses!" "That does not sound so different." Rithrynn commented, weathering some increasingly dirty looks from Marshal. "But... how does being a priest for a false religion actually work? I am part of a real religion, but I don't quite understand how you can worship false idols. I mean... do you do it through thinking really, really hard? Is human prayer actually a form of self-convincing and advanced form of denial?"
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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.
[ { "text": "Fran merely stared dumbfounded at the little girl, the dwarf's brain requiring a moment to process the recent surge of information.\n\n\"Talk? Fire? What be tha meanin' of this, girl?\" Fran tried to ask.\n\n\"It's very important!\"\n\n\"Right. Alright!\" Fran answered, finishing the last remnants in his tankard before slamming it down back onto the table. The younger dwarf grabbed his axe that was resting against the side of the table to strap it around his waist as he jumped off the chair, throwing a quick look to Darius and the rest of the men by the table.\n\"Tell me pa I'll be late, crisis just occurred with Rune. He'll understand.\"\n\nThe dwarf said, before following after Liaena; correcting his girth guard.\n\n\"So, ye are sayin' that somethin' happened at the house of that Aflidious guy?\" Fran inquired as he followed Liaena, both of them now walking towards the door.\n\"The investigation was stalled?\"\n\nBrushing some crumbs off his ginger beard, Fran could only imagine what was going on in the mansion. If there was one thing he knew about nobility in general, then that was that things were never as they seemed. There was always some hidden conspiracy or subtle war going on either between or inside the royal houses. But that was probably just a natural effect of being in possession of so much money and power in the first place.\nThere was a reason he had always preferred simpler charges, such as protecting farmers, traders or going to war as opposed to stand guard in the illustrious and extravagant golden halls and mansions of the higher classes and nobility. The former were usually much more simple, less lies, deception and hidden games involved.\n\n\"I know Ragnar, lass. He's more than capable of acting on his own, having been in Ironforge's own courts and great houses.\" Fran said, looking over to Liaena.\n\"If he aven't reported back, he's probably found sumthin' really important, and is pursuin' it right now.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"So, ye are sayin' that somethin' happened at the house of that Aflidious guy?\"\n\n\"Something like that\" Liaena said grimly as she headed towards the door, Fran trailing along behind. The girl evidently shared none of the dwarfs confidence as she picked up speed, raised voices audibly emenating from the carriage outside. \"Hold that thought. One sec!\"\n\n*\n\n\"False idols…? …\"\n\nMarshall stared at Rithrynn as if he could not believe his ears, as a dark flush of anger slowly crawled up his neck. \"How dare you blaspheme in the heart of this city? Wretched harpy\"\n\nClutching the diary in one bony hand and his staff in the other, Marshall lurched to his feet, carriage shuddering as he waved his staff in the Night Elfs face. The end of the knarled stick was starting to glow noticeably in the gloom of the carriage as he shook it at her. \"Your worship of demons keeps evil alive in this world, Keldorei! Repent, and cleanse your soul, or I will purge it –\"\n\n-BANG-\n\nWith a sudden squeal of hinges, the carriage door was yanked open again to reveal a Liaena and Fran, the former looking much too cheerful to be allowed under the circumstances. \"High Priest Marshall! Could anything possibly be troubling you!?\"\n\n**\"Brat!\"**Marshall rounded upon the new target, stabbing a finger at the aforementioned Rithrynn. **\"This creature is a mockery against our faith, a sin against our world and is getting on my nerves!\"**\n\n\"She didn't mean it, Father. She's just very stupid\"\n\n\"…Hmmph\" Marshall grumbled after a brief pause, apparently slightly mollified by this. Meanwhile, Liaena shot looks at Rithrynn that promised her subsequent shrinking and stuffing in uncomfortable places if she decided to open her mouth. \"I will not have her here! Foolish brat. Why did you even bring her!?\"\n\n\"Ohh…\" Liaena said evasively as she clambered into the carriage, tugging Fran along behind her and poking Rithrynn to move over. \"But Father, she requested to learn more about the true faith. Surely we, are bound to try and save all souls, no matter how damned?\"\n\n\"…….\"\n\nA silence fell with the old man ruminating upon this, allowing Liaena to carefully lean forward and disentangle his hands from the diary. As she closed the door behind them in the now full carriage, Ragnold whistled to his horses and they started to move again.\n\n\"We're going to the Cathedral of Light\"\n\nLooking up, Liaena caught Frans eye, who was now sitting opposite her and looking quite rightfully confused at the situation. Having been affecting a cheery demeanour throughout her interactions with Priest Marshall, the girl now looked tired and grim again. \"I got you to come along because something happened at Lord Alficious' mansion and you've got one of your people in there as well. This afternoon, my owl brought me this\"\n\nGiving Fran a couple of seconds to digest this, Liaena held up Alficious' diary, the book looking deceptively small and irrelevant given the weight that was being placed upon it. Thumbing through the pages to open it at the juiciest points regarding the White Hand, she passed it over for the dwarf to read. \"This is the murdered nobles diary. You can look at all of it if you want but it's more than enough for an investigation on the White Hand – Kathlin was supposed to meet me back at Sharon's house this afternoon but she sent me this instead. And then there's this\"\n\nTurning the page over to reveal the scrawled note, Liaena waited the dwarf to read it before raising her eyebrows darkly as he looked up at her again. \"Something's happened\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Fran gave an uncomfortable gaze towards elderly Marshal sitting next to him, and the Night Elf Rithrynn who was sitting on the opposite seat row. Although it seemed that Liaena had managed to instigate a modicum of order in the carriage, the eye contact between the former two was almost enough to form physical sparks in the air inside the wagon. To the dwarf, it was a feeling reminiscent of being trapped in a moving boxed together with dry gunpowder and an open flame - just waiting to make contact.\n\nBut the dwarf's concerns about his fellow passengers were pushed aside when Liaena suddenly passed him Aflidious's diary.\n\n\"I'm not much of a ... \" Fran mumbled as he shuffled through the pages of the diary.\n\"This looks more like a bean counter's diary.\"\n\nThe dwarf seemed more confused by the maze of numbers and charts depicted in the Royal Treasury Advisor's journal,though his point of intrigue managed to rise a little bit as Liaena pointed him to the most relevant sections. Which were, in the least; slightly more intelligible to the dwarf.\n\n\"So, tha White Hand is running some shady guild economics? That could explain their quick expansion.\" The Dwarf reasoned, knowing the rapid expansion that marked the White Hand's success in both the kingdom of Stormwind and abroad.\n\"I knew there was no way those bastards could afford all their new stuff without making a huge deficit.\n\nTaking a look at the urgent message written by Kathlin, Fran moved to look back at Liaena.\n\n\" ... I was wonderin' why there weren't anyone looking into it, but I guess it is difficult when you are dead. It seems your friend just walked into a game far beyond her own level without knowing.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null } ]
Rithrynn felt like launching a protest against Liaena's attempt to instigate peace in the wagon, but the Night Elf shut her mouth when she received the look of warning from the human. If she started a fight, she would no doubt be outnumbered two to one, against Marshal and Liaena both. It was not at all unlikely that the dwarf she had brought into the carriage with her would probably pick her side as well. *"Stupid Li and her stupid social coalition building strategies. It's so easy for her when we are in a city filled with gnomes, dwarves and slightly taller dwarves!"* Now with four people inside of it, the undersized wagon had become even more crowded. The roof wasn't even high enough for her in the first place, and it did not help her mood! Rithrynn choose to remove herself from the conversation and instead look out the window of the carriage and observe the passing streets and people, her helmet occasionally bobbing up into the wooden roof of the carriage with an slight thumping noise whenever one of its wheels hit an uneven cobblestone, a thing of which there was no shortage of in the streets of Stormwind! But despite the annoyances, the carriage ride did have its potential. Had it been slightly bigger, and the other morons inside it removed; it could actually have been a thing Rithrynn herself could have gotten accustomed to. It was at least less of a hassle than sitting on a nightsaber's back! *"It seems your friend just walked into a game far beyond her own level without knowing."* "She was barely any taller than Li herself, so pretty much everything was above her." Rithrynn suddenly commented as the Night Elf returned to the conversation, weathering a filthy look from Liaena with a smile on her own face as she turned to look towards the dwarf, who so far was the only party in the wagon she had not yet managed to insult. At least not directly... "So now we believe that the people of the White Hand thingy have taken her to their big stone temple in the middle of a harbor." "It's called a castle." "Same-thingish! But regardless, we are creating a rescue slash infiltration operation and we need cannonfodder!"
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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.
[ { "text": "**\"we do not need cannonfodder\"**Liaena snarled at Rithrynn through her teeth, the elf looking much too cheerful for her liking. The girl resisted the temptation to reach across the carriage to slap her as she reminded herself of the obvious conclusion of starting a fight in the confined space. It was a test of her heroic willpower and fortitude to bite back all available snarky comments.\n\n\"If we're going with a height riff then*you*overlook everything, moron\"\n\nWell, almost all snarky comments.\n\nWith that, Liaena turned back to Fran to raise an eyebrow at him, the dwarf still attempting to peer at Alficious' diary in the dim carriage. Marshall was still staring intently at Rithrynn, and Liaena had a bad feeling about an imminent storm. \"But yes, we are planning a rescue mission. It's –\"\n\n\"Ill conceived, poorly planned and doomed for disaster\"\n\nLiaena ground her teeth together audible as she turned her head to look back at Marshall. \"I hadn't told you my plan yet, Father\"\n\n\"It involves that pack of undisciplined, renegade harpies\" the old man stated, pointing his stick across the carriage to jab it at Rithrynn. Raising his bushy eyebrows at Liaena he waited for her confirmation. \"Then it's ill conceived, poorly planned and doomed for disaster\"\n\nThe problem the girl was faced with as she looked for a comeback, was her own agreement with Marshall's analysis of the Night Elves competence. \"They…can be useful sometimes Father. If directed…\"\n\n\"So what? You think a pack of dwarves and monkies could do better!?\"\n\n\"My assistant has become aimless, drifting\" Marshall ruminated to nobody in particular, giving a small shake of his head as he looked across the carriage at Frarn. \"Such a shame when someone strays from the path. I do my best to guide her…\"\n\nLiaena sunk into the back cushions of the carriage as she pressed two fingers to her temple, wishing at that point she could just dissolve through it and end up somewhere else.*\"I – hate – everyone in this carriage\"*\n\n\"Rithrynn – SHUT UP! Marshall – Father – I am**NOT**your ASSISTANT!\"\n\nThe old man jerked his head around to look at her in some surprise, before a frown appeared on his face. \"Of course you're not. You're not good enough\"\n\n…..\n\n-SCREEECH-\n\n\"We're here, milady!\"\n\n*\"…So much for pre-briefing\"*\n\nLiaena thought as she scanned the carriage wearily, Fran looking her way with obvious confusion at events that had just taken place. \"Fran, could I have that book back? Thanks, fine. Look, Rithrynn….you're here now, so I suppose you'd better come in. Just, don't talk about that god of yours. Or about religion, and don't shoot anyone…and you'd better not do anything really. Or say anything. Okay?\"\n\n*\"Or I swear I **will** shrink you\"*\n\nShooting Rithrynn a glare that Liaena hoped adequately conveyed that threat, Liaena swung the carriage door open to climb up to the drivers seat and negotiate with Ragnold about fare and/or tip. Having paid far more than she would normally consider acceptable due to time constraints, she jumped down just as Marshall was climbing slowly out of the door to catch at his arm. \"Marshall – you know that we shouldn't speak about this in public, right? This needs to be secret, for security…\"\n\n\"Don't lecture me about military tactics, brat.\"\n\n\"…okay, okay. Just checking\" Liaena breathed, letting go of the mans sleeve to look out across the marble square they had stopped right in front of, the closest place wheeled vehicles could stop to the looming sculpture of marble and white stone that jutted out of the ground across the square from them. Mingling with townsfolk and obvious tourists were a lot of human men and women in blue and white robes. Some of these, primary the younger looking ones had paused and gathered to peer over at the new arrivals, particularly Liaena, Marshall and the gigantic Rithrynn who had at this point disentangled herself from the carriage behind them. Liaena painted a smile on her face as she turned towards them. \"After you then, Father…\"\n\n\"Liiiii!\"\n\nOut of the gathering crowd, one slightly braver blond girl darted forward to grasp Liaena in a huge hug. Given she was distinctly taller and better endowed, the smaller girl was effectively enveloped by her as she stiffened up in her embrace. \"How are you!? We were so worried! Everyone thought you were dead!\"\n\n\"Hi Bella\" Liaena said with an extreme lack of enthusiasm as the girl finally released her. \"I'm not\"\n\n\"Aw, I'm so glad you're back! You look really bad though, you know. You should get something for your eyes\" Bella remarked flippantly as she continued to walk beside Liaena, the girl following Marshall as he strode towards the Cathedral main doors. Leaning in, she gave the girl a pseudo-whisper, as she jerked her head back towards the pair following them. \"There's been all sorts of stories, that you brought in a dying dwarf yesterday and he bled out in the infirmary. Is that that Night Elf friend of yours? Why *is*she dressed like that?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "-double posts suck-", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
*"I'm surrounded by idiots! Hmmpfh!* Rithrynn thought as she sat back in her seat with an annoyed pout, her arms folded across her chest, and head moving around to find a direction where she could avoid looking at the other occupants in the wagon. -SCREEECH- As the carriage suddenly ground to an immediate halt, slipping across the ice for a couple of meters before stopping; Rithrynn find herself having to grab onto whatever door handles, seats and bars she could find in the small wagon to avoid being thrown across it and right into the little Liaena on the opposite side. *"Curse these maleficent midget transports!"* It was with great relief that Rithrynn finally left the wagon, having to take a moment just to breathe in the air after her boots had touched the pavement. Any moment longer in that undersized coffins on wheels and her legs would have fallen asleep! But as she looked up, she saw the great and massive white marble spires of the Stormwind grand cathedral looming over her. Although she had seen them before, she had never actually been this close to them before. The Night Elf simply stood in the middle of the cathedral grounds and stared up at the massive building, blatantly ignoring everyone else around her. "Whoah, those are huge!" Rithrynn muttered as she observed the different spires, which made the building rather taller than the shorter, circle formed temples of her own people. *"Why do such short creatures make such big buildings?"* " ... are they meant to be compensating for something?" Rithrynn asked, the Night Elf still consumed by the massive building ahead of her to look around her. " ... " But the lack of response from either Liaena, Marshal or Fran, either to explain or berate her, made the Night Elf become curious. Taking her silvery eyes off the towering structure ahead, the Night Elf looked around herself - only to realize that the rest of the party were nowhere to be seen. It was simply a sea of robed humans which looked all the same to her! "Crap!" Quickly scanning the area, Rithrynn was quick however to identity the back of Fran as the dwarf began to ascend the many steps to the Cathedral, causing the dwarf to become visible in the slightly taller crowd of generic humans. "Wait for me!" Rithrynn quickly called out as she charged through the crowd, being able to dodge most of the bystanders and cathedral goers, but accidentally running a few over as she made a beeline to the stairs. After just a few short seconds(and a couple of ruined robes of bystanders and monks who had been knocked down in the icy slush), Rithrynn had finally caught up with Liaena and the rest of the party; choosing to ignore any potential glare she might have been receiving from the crowd behind her. "... that that Night Elf friend of yours? Why is she dressed like that? Overhearing the whisper from Bella to Liaena, the Night Elf's eyes were quick to locate the former who was walking next to Liaena. "I'm wearing what I'm wearing because Li here is just so very good at making friends." Rithrynn said with a slight smirk in reference to Liaena; the Night Elf motioning at her sword that rested by her hips, which was only one of the many deadly artifacts that made up the mini-arsenal that the Night Elf was carrying on her person. "Buuut, if you and Li need some private time to catch up, I won't get in the way... " Staring at Bella, the Night Elf threw her a sly wink before Rithrynn's eyes began to shift between her and Liaena, her mind trying to come up with every possibly likely relation, official and unofficial, that the two girls could be having. But perhaps fortunately for Liaena, as they entered into the Cathedral, the Night Elf's eyes were quickly removed from them in favor of gazing around at the massive hallway that they had just entered, and the towering stone pillars supporting the painted roof above their head. Short of their own steps, there wasn't much noise in the cathedral other than slight murmuring and the faded sound of people walking quietly around in the surrounding hallways. "By Elune.... oh, hey,**I can hear my own voice in here!**"
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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.
[ { "text": "\"I have no idea if you know or not, but Li here is messed up in the head, incapable of telling danger!\"\n\n\"…I am**not**!\"\nLiaena spat furiously. Thea inclined her head slightly towards the Night Elf in recognition. \"Yes, thank you. I did know that\"\n\n….\n\nWatching Rithrynn and Fran carefully as they both put their respective two bits into the conversation, the priestess waited until both of them finally ground to a halt before she spoke again. \"I'm still not hearing any proof of a link between this 'White Hand' Guild and a death cult, apprentice\"\n\n\"I told you –\"\n\n\"The church does not normally involve itself with politics or internal security, which you should be well aware of by now, apprentice.\" Thea's voice, while quiet and calm, had the remarkable effect of drowning out Liaena as she held up a finger to her. \"To intervene in a situation such as this, there must be no doubt of the authenticity of the threat to this city. Do I have to explain to you the impact an incorrect accusation would have to the trust placed in this order?\"\n\n\"…Okay. Fine\" the girl said finally, after a long pause of tiredly staring at the floor. Looking up again, she met Thea's eyes. \"So I'll get you your proof, when I go in. Tonight\"\n\n\"Which is illegal\"\n\n\"So is kidnapping people! So is fiddling your books, and murdering nobles to get away with it, but I hear all you can do about*that*is sit and write letters!\" Liaena exclaimed furiously. Jumping to her feet yet again, she glared down at Thea. \"Death Culty-ness aside, you know that they're up to their necks in dirt, and you want to let them get away with it!? We're – we're supposed to be protectors of this city! Not a bunch of bureaucrats!\"\n\n\"Hrmmph\" Marshall grumbled, shuffling around on his chair as he glared up at Liaena. \"For once, something that we could agree on brat\"\n\nLeaning back slightly in her chair, Thea gave Liaena a long, hard, stare before she finally spoke again with a hint of a sigh. \"I can't condone you forming a strike force onto private property, Rune\"\n\n\"You don't need to\" Liaena said quickly. \"Just…don't notice when I start recruiting myself, okay? This was all my doing. Everyone'll believe that\"\n\n\"No doubt.\"\n\nThea pulled a very clear I-can't-believe-I'm-even-having-this-conversation expression as she looked down again to the diary on her desk. \"Describe this Death Knight to me, apprentice. You say he was involved in Dalaran?\"\n\n\"…\"\n\n\"Yeees…\" Liaena said hesitantly after a long pause, taken completely unawares with the rapid conversation shift. \"He was. I saw him there\"\n\nLaunching into a description of Sherpa, Liaena gave an accurate physical description and current pseudonym, and proceeded to gloss over or outright fabricate any details of his history or recent events that she could think of. He was re-imagined as a malevolent cultist, with a hatred of Sharon purely due to the latters intervention in the Dalaran massacre and their shared background as Quel'dorei.\n\nAs she finished, Liaena found that her hands were shaking slightly and her skin felt cold as Thea eyed her very closely. She clasped them together to hide it as the priestess glanced over at Marshall. \"Forgive me, but would you give me a moment to speak to my student in private?\"\n\n\"…What!? Hrmph, fine.\" Marshall grunted, sounding distinctly pleased to be dismissed after an initial gesture of outrage. Getting slowly up from his chair, he nodded to Thea with a lowering of his bushy brows. \"I'll be in my study then, priestess. Come and join me when you are done here, we shall discuss this further\"\n\n\"Of course, Father\"\nThea gave Marshall a beatific smile as he headed for the door, to turn and raise her eyebrows at Fran and Rithrynn apologetically. \"….If you would be so kind?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The Dwarf furrowed his heavy eyebrows for a moment, before he quickly made a subtle bow to Thea.\n\n\"Of course, m'lady. We'll be right outside.*Come*... \" Before he turned to walk out, the dwarf's attention moved to the tall Night Elf standing next to him. Fran gently tugged Rithrynn's cloak to get her to move, before quickly letting go and retreating a step backwards as if he expected the Night Elf to immediately spin around in retaliation with her blade and attempt to swipe his head clean off for the 'offense'!\n\nOnce he had gotten her to move however, Fran was quick to walk over to the door and exit the room, waiting for Rithrynn to exit as well before closing the door as quietly as he could.\n\nGiven the fact that the heavy wooden door was well oiled, it was impossible to avoid an audible 'bang' as its iron frame smashed against the masonry of the doorframe. Pulling on his shoulder, Fran's eyes rolled over to gaze in every other direction other than the Night Elf. Fiddling with his belt, the dwarf moved a hand down into his cloak, much to the suspicion for the Night Elf, before freezing when he suddenly noticed a pair of monks walking past them on the other side of the column row.\n\nHolding his hand still, he moved his other hand into a similar position - acting like he was watching the scenery of the Cathedral as the two monks passed them.\n\nAs soon as the two monks had disappeared around the last column however, the dwarf was quick to produce a tin canteen that he swiftly uncorked. As he removed the cork, a strong alcoholic aroma could immediately be smelled in the air around them, coming from whatever baneful stuff the dwarf had in the canteen. Taking a quick sip, Fran screwed the cork back on before putting the canteen back in his cloak.\n\n\"Sooo... \" The dwarf finally said something, his eyes casually rolling back onto Rithrynn.\n\"What is it you guys are doing in Stormwind? I mean, other than raiding bars, picking fights and terrorizing the local markets?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null } ]
*"Why do I never get to be present for the important and special meetings!?"* " ... other than raiding bars, picking fights and terrorizing the local markets?" Standing around with her arms folded across her chest, and her face forming a sour pout; the Night Elf eventually raised an eyebrow to throw a glare down at the dwarf standing next to her. "It's a vacation." "Really?" "Yes, sort of. Though I spend most of it taking care of Li who is in there right now," Rithrynn would explain, leaning her head towards the door to Thea's chamber. "Her backside is like a magnet to all sorts of assassins and other goons, and it doesn't help that she has absolutely no concept or understanding of danger either!" Rithrynn said, before doing a quick mental summary in her head to count all the times she had saved Liaena in the past. But it would be a number a bit higher than anything she was prepared to count to, and so she gazed back down at the dwarf who was still looking at her. "It is sort of like trying to herd a sheep through a forest of wolves, except that this sheep has severe anger management issues, lesser to greater symptoms of insanity; and an irresistible urge to charge at any wolf it sees." The alcohol from the dwarf's bottle still lingered in the air, and upon reaching Rithrynn's nostrils, it was enough to cause the Night Elf to wince. Although she had consumed her own fair share of wine, dwarven beer or spirits was something she had never actually tasted. And judging from what it smelled like, she probably had no desire to do so either anytime in the future! That is without even considering the fact that any alcohol other than wine was illegal wherever Darnassus' authorities had control. "How do you even keep that vile liquid from burning through you anyway?" Rithrynn eventually asked, eyeing the dwarf's cloak where he had retreated the canteen. How the dwarves even managed to stomach their own drinks was a mystery to the Night Elf, and considering their high volume, it was even more bizarre that they were supposedly a race of smiths and workshop runners. One would have thought that with such strong drinks, any dwarf would be prone to instantaneous spontaneous combustion if they ever came close to a hot forge!
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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.
[ { "text": "When stories involved the beautiful young maiden, or princess, or whatever confined in a dungeon, they tended to skip ahead to the inevitable rescue, and not make the reader suffer through all the bits in between. Kathlin would never rate herself as 'beautiful', princess or otherwise, but she had not counted on the most notable facet of prisonerhood being the sheer tedium of the whole affair as inky blackness pressed in on her from all sides.\n\nGiven her vocation, Kathlin had initially had the idea that a few prayers might be expected, if not required from her in her current predicament. Unfortunately her attention was persistently diverted by other considerations, like exactly where that regular dripping from the roof was coming from. She was clearly somewhere below sea level if the damp was anything to go by, which made her wonder whether there was some sort of inlet somewhere and the dungeon was designed to fill up with water at high tide, similar to those death traps she had read about in some horror story once.\n\nOn the other hand, she reckoned she had been dumped in this cell at least one tidal cycle ago and there wouldn't be much point in hauling her off to the castle in the first place if they were planning something like that. It seemed much more likely that there was some sort of back door to this place somewhere, where they could dump her lifeless body in the sea when they were done doing their bad-guy-things. Yes, that was more practical.\n\n….\n\n*Shut up brain.*\n\nKathlin reached up to slap herself upside the head just as the door at the far end of the corridor creaked open to emit dazzling light into the dungeon and Severian complete with goons entered. The girl swung her legs down to sit up on the thick shelf of rock that apparently passed as a combi couch/bed in dungeonland as the former launched into his monologue. Were it not for the obvious severity of the situation, the man secretly reminded her of a particularly villainous, particularly excitable estate agent.\n\n\"Oh, pardon my manners! I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Sevarian Hoster, Knight Commander of the White Hand. I have been looking forward to meeting you. You and I are going to have a wonderful time together!\"\n\n\"Kathlin Lennox\" Kathlin said cautiously. The man creeped her out no end, with the way he was eying her up and down as though she was a fresh, particularly delicious new cut of meat. It also occurred to her that this was in all likelihood precisely the reaction he wished to inspire in her, and so she stiffened her jaw slightly as she tilted her head to look up at him. \"Apprentice Priestess of the Cathedral of Light. What do you want…exactly?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"But this here is something that I have been building up fer years of experience! Just like battle makes a warrior's hide thick, so too does strong drinks toughen up his insides as well!\"\n\nThere was an audible giggle at this, despite Fran and Rithrynn apparently being alone in this section of the cathedral. The noise made Fran flinch and quickly spin around, hurriedly concealing his flask inside his cloak again. \"Er, hello! Someone there?\"\n\n…..\n\nThere was a guilty pause, before a form finally slunk around the edge of a column and became Bella, having been previously entirely concealed from the pair on the other side. The girl gave Rithrynn and Fran a perky smile, clasping her hands together in an 'evesdropping? Who, me?' sort of way. \"Oh, hi! You guys are still here?!\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"…Ohh, don't worry about*that*. I won't tell her\" Bella said confidentially upon seeing Fran's extremely discomfited expression. Leaning comfortably against the wall, the girl looked curiously at each in turn, and then at the very firmly shut door. \"So how come you guys are left standing outside? I thought you were all meeting Priestess Thea?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Although the Night Elf's eyes were quick to jump to the newcomer, Rithrynn did not seem any surprised at Bella as she came out from her little hiding place. Indeed, there had been at least a dozen of different eyes trained at her during her wait outside the room, mostly from curious little priestesses who presumably came from the same nosy herd as Liaena. It seemed as if the moment she had stepped into the cathedral, she had become the main center of curiosity for the more nosy members of the church, of which there were no shortage of! *"Yes, this certainly does seem familiar."* "Apparently, the people who are tasked with protecting their very lives during a soon-to-be very dangerous rescue operation; are not trusted enough to be allowed to participate in a simple discussion." Rithrynn remarked with a slightly sarcastic tone, clearly not happy about being left on the outside as she stood with her arms folded across her chest. "One would have thought that when there is a paramilitary secret cultist organization going around town and kidnapping their members, they would at least be a little bit more open to their few allies." Rithrynn, who's face had remained in a sour pout, soon changed expression when she suddenly noticed Bella's features; a spark of recognition appearing in the Night Elf's eyes as she suddenly gained a more curious expression herself. "Hey, wait a minute... you aren't one of Liaena's peers, are you?" Rithrynn asked, suddenly stepping a bit closer to stare down at the considerably shorter creature. "In that case, you should probably take care. Li has a tendency to get her friends maimed, kidnapped or worse, which is why we are here in the first place. She is an expert at sticking her nose into anything, especially if it's dangerous. She usually gets out alive; granted, with some considerable help from me; but I cannot really say the same for the people around her."
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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.
[ { "text": "\"That doesn't sound better\" Kathlin mumbled as she eyed the awaiting runes, the pentacle and the cultists. It all came off as horribly Bad News to her, and left her with the sinking feeling that as tedious as the cell had been, she would far rather be back there with the darkness and dripping, than right here.\n\nShe had to stall, that thought was uppermost in her mind. Liaena would come for her, hopefully with backup, and she had to hang on till then. Which meant in this case, delaying whatever horrible fate the 'Knight Commander' not-so-subtly had planned for her in the immediate future.\n\nStill forced to walk forward due to the presence of the mage behind her, Kathlin dragged her feet to move as slowly as she dared. The girl sneaked another glance at the runes before looking over at Sevarian dubiously. \"…This can't be just about what happened at the mansion, surely? Okay, so I'm a witness. But there are easier ways to deal with witnesses than you know. All of this.\"\n\nThe girl waved vaguely at the at the setup, taking the opportunity to have another good peer at the runes as she did so. \"…I think your Captain made a point of that, in fact.\"\n\nIf she looked at the runes on the floor in *just*the right way, Kathlin could see the dark spells twisted around them, glistening and knotted together in a way that made her feel physically ill. Holding back her nausea, she studied them for any conceivable pattern. The entire ensemble made no sense to her whatsoever, but she thought she could vaguely pick out some master spells in the setup, based on those that were linked to the most other threads and those which made her feel the most ill to look at.*\"This probably counts as 'an attempt at resistance'. Oh well.\"*\n\nA stirring from the mage right behind her, as his suspicious glare bored a hole in the back of her neck. \"Sir—\"\n\n\"Oh!\"\n\nStumbling on the paved floor, Kathlin threw out her hands as she fell to grab and twist at the spell she had zeroed in on, and felt it break as she hit the ground. Startled cries of mingled outrage and pain were emitted from the cultists around her as she went crazy on the remaining enchantments on the runes, snapping and battering at any crucial links she could see before the first spell hit her from behind.", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"…Well*obviously*, I know that!\" Liaena snapped back at Rithrynn. Thea folded her arms together behind her desk, but did not comment.\n\n\"You don't need to teach me about subtly, Rithrynn. You're the one who's lacking in that department\"\n\nA finger was stabbed in Bella's direction, who was looking increasingly pale at the topic of conversation. Points scored, Liaena snatched her 'battle plan' back to poke at it viciously.\n\n\"The Red Vanguard draws the guard away from the waterfront, like Fran said. Empty buildings are good\" Liaena nodded at Fran, with a brief smile indicating her approval of at least his input. \"Although it doesn't really matter how you do it. I guess you guys know best\"\n\n\"I can go into the fort before you guys…using Hester\" Liaena added that last part slightly unwillingly, shooting a glower at Rithrynn should she interpose any commentary about ever willingly shrinking herself. \"Once I'm in there, I can easily cause enough trouble to have half the battalion looking the other way while you lot\" she nodded at Rithrynn \"get in whatever way Serphia feels like and go and get Kitty – Kathlin, and the Vanguards man. You think I can't do that?\"\n\n\"The keep will be warded\"\n\n\"Hester….my owl. She can get past those\" Liaena said by way of explanation, looking over to Thea with a shrug. \"I don't know how. It's been tested\"\n\n\"Figures you couldn't keep that vile parrot out of anywhere…\"\n\n\"So you will be splitting into two groups, then?\" Thea pronounced quietly as she leaned back in her chair. \"If there *is*a cultist element within this fort, that would leave you vulnerable, Rune.\"\n\n\"Cultists?\"\n\nBella said weakly. Thea ignored her, eyes remaining on Liaena. \"…Although I cannot believe that every man within that organisation has sold himself to darker powers\"\n\n\"I'd hope not\" Liaena said quietly, before switching a lighter tone as she smiled at Thea. \"I'll be *fine*\"\n\n\"Hmm.\"\n\nThea stared at the dark haired girl for a long time, before glancing over to check the clock on the shelf. The days were short at this time in the year, and although the weak afternoon light still lit the sky, it would not be there for much longer. \"I have kept you long enough, apprentice and I have my own responsibilities to take care of. Be about your duties….and it was a pleasure to speak with you two. I hope you enjoyed your visit\"\n\nThe priestess stated as she rose from her chair to nod to all of them politely. Recognising the obvious dismissal, Liaena climbed to her feet as she stared at Thea on tenterhooks. \"Yes priestess. And what we talked about earlier…with assistance?\"\n\n\"Yes, well.\" Thea stated blandly as she set about tidying her desk around Rithrynn's bum. \"I understand that our leadership in their wisdom saw fit to provide Sharon Dal'dieb with protection against alleged threats to his life. As Father Marshall has seen fit to recall himself, it would be my duty to ensure that our protection is continued, nothing more\"\n\n\"Ye…yeeess Priestess. Thank you Priestess\" Liaena breathed as she backed away towards the door, pulling Rithrynn with her before she could say anything stupid. \"And…uh, what sort of assistance will it be… exactly?\"\n\n\"I will make enquiries. I am aware of your schedule\" Thea gifted the girl with a sharp look and Liaena bit her tongue to avoid quizzing her further. Bella had also got up to make for the door until a word from Thea stopped her in her tracks. \"Not you, Silva. I would like to have a word\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
*"Liaena is going to use that wretched owl of her to infiltrate the castle?"* Rithrynn's head had quickly shifted over to Liaena, the Night Elf carrying a highly amused expression at the idea of Liaena riding into the castle on her own treacherous owl. How much chocolate such an operation would cost in order to convince Hester of doing something genuinely productive was one question, but more amusing was the fact that Liaena would be shrinking herself. The Night Elf was in the process of trying to restrain herself to avoid making a joke about the supposed necessity of Liaena even needing to shrink herself in the first place, considering her already small stature, but was soon interrupted as she noticed that Liaena was pulling in her cloak. "What?" Rithrynn threw a perplexed stare down at the little human, who was giving her a dark stare in return while silently attempting to fruitlessly pull her from Thea's desk. Which would obviously be an impossible task, unless she so choose to help her herself. Whatever her purpose, it was obvious what Liaena wanted, and Rithrynn had doubts about the wisdom in incurring any further ire from Liaena. With a squeak of relief from Thea's desk, Rithrynn removed her rump from it and choose to follow Liaena as she headed for the door, exiting the room. As they finally left Thea's study, it became clear that no small crowd of murmuring robed humans, the vast majority of them seemingly priestess apprentices like Bella, had congregated outside. The whispering and pointing between the gathering did not dissipate when Liaena and Rithrynn left the room, but rather seemed to increase in intensity! "What was that about 'assistance'?" Rithrynn suddenly asked, throwing a curious expression down on Liaena. "Are we getting some kind of support? Holy warriors to join us?" The Night Elf inquired, her mind running through all the possible scenarios. Usually focused on the dramatic ones, with the possibility of a small battalion of holy paladins in golden armor coming to help them in their assault on Honor's Watch! Although she had no high opinion of human faith, or ignorance, it would still have been neat to see!
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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.
[ { "text": "The promise of all that glitters clearly inspired the driver to push the legal traffic rules to new limits, as he zoomed through the streets of Stormwind at an amazing, and what could only be a very dangerous speed.\n\nRithrynn found herself having to dive down and lie flat across the top of the cabbie when the first archway came, as to avoid being knocked right off the wagon! Houses and people were passing them quickly, and the wheels slid dangerously on from side to side on the slushy ice roads.\n\n\"Do we really have to go this fast?!\" Sounded the worried voice of Rithrynn as she held on for dear life to the cab, predicting a violent crash at any moment!\n\n\"We have no time to waste, Kitty's in danger!\"\n\n\"I know, but surely it would increase her chances of being rescued if we were**ALIVE**by the time we reach Sharon's house!\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"I said,-\"\n\n\"I don't understand you!\"\n\nAs much as Rithrynn wished to protest, the Night Elf found herself becoming more focused on simply not falling off the wagon whenever it made a violent turning, prioritizing survival above filing complaints to Liaena! At one nasty turn, the carriage even slid into the stone wall with a crash, almost throwing her off before continuing, but Rithrynn managed to bolt her hands to the roof as if hell itself would consume her if she let go for just a moment!\n\nHowever, the cab driver did hold his word in reaching Sharon's house in a surprising short amount of time.\n\nBut as the carriage thundered down the street, it made a violent brake; sliding multiple meters until it stopped right outside of Sharon's property, and spilling the gate watcher with a flying wave of dirty, wet snow! Rithrynn, in question, found herself sliding forward on the roof, falling headfirst onto the row between Liaena and the cab driver, doing a flip before landing with both of her boots on the back of the horses!\n\n\"Ashei felar no digrebei! Shash 'o din feena rithe lo vashis!\" Rithrynn spat out something that was presumably a series of heated curses as the Night Elf slowly inched her way up from the gap between the horses and the wagon, to sit on the row next to Liaena. The Night Elf's heart was almost at her throat, threatening to burst out of her skin as she tried to gather herself.\n\n\"This is the second worst means of transportation I know of. Next time, I bring the cats! You understand?!\" Rithrynn almost shouted to Liaena sitting next to her.\n\n\"Who's riding that that cab? Who?!\" Sounded the furious voice of the Night Elven gatewatcher as she came through the gate, covered in a fresh layer of wet snow as two furious, silver eyes shifted between the three people sitting on the front of the cab. With bow and arrow in hand, she aimed it at them, centering at the cab driver to the furthermost left.\n\"This cloak was newly made, you WILL pay for that!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"What…?\" The cab driver quailed under the furious gaze of the Night Elf, before pointing frantically at Liaena who was sitting next to him. \"Not my fault Ma'am! She made me do it! Talk to her!\"\n\n\"Rithrynn, go and find Serphia and tell her we need to move! I'm going to go find Sharon\" Liaena instructed as she clambered off the carriage, tossing the small purse to the trembling cabbie and ignoring the Night Elf on guard save for a single glance. \"I'll ask Miss Collins to get it washed for you. Open the gates, would you!\"\n\n\"Don't tell me what to –\"\n\n\"LIEUTENANT!\"\n\nLiaena slipped through the gate the moment the extremely disgruntled watcher had opened it to run at full tilt towards the house. Brushing aside the door-rug and moving past two Watchers, she stepped into the now-quiet front atrium.\n\n\"Welcome back, Lady Rune\"\n\n\"….T-thanks Fredrick\" Liaena gasped as she looked around the quiet hall. \"Where's Sharon? In his office?\"\n\n\"Actually I believe he is currently in his dressing room, Lady Rune. If you would like me to lay out a change—\"\n\n\"No! Thanks. Talk later!\" Liaena shouted back over her shoulder as she started running again, up two flights of stairs and along the corridor to burst into the room she shared with Sharon. Naliyah was still snoring, entirely obliviously in the bed as she stepped past her into the small ante-chamber that housed Sharon's wardrobe. \"Sharon! I got the Vanguard to create a distraction for us and we're going to have some help coming in from the Cathedral and I asked Rithrynn to get Serphia moving out for dusk and – what's that you're wearing?\"\n\n\"……..\"\n\nLiaena surveyed the fresh robes, the battle armour glinting underneath and the staff in the High Elfs hand as her face paled by several degrees. Shaking her head she took a step backward, to fold her arms across her chest and make an attempt at a commanding tone. \"No.\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Rithrynn, go and find Serphia!" " ... why do I always get the most dangerous missions?!" Rithrynn complained, but her words fell on deaf ears as Liaena had already charged through the gate as an over-eager dog to make a beeline for the mansion door. Letting out a sigh, Rithrynn threw a sour gaze after Liaena as the human's backside disappeared through the front door. "Why do I even bother... " Rithrynn muttered in a defeated tone as she happily jumped off the carriage, which felt great considering the terrible trip she had gone through! Turning to look towards the still fuming watcher by the gate, Rithrynn threw her a pat on the shoulder. "Please don't kill any monkeys, it'd really make Serphia sad... " "Oh, I don't need to kill them!" " ... " "Alright, alright!" Delilah, the gatekeeper grumbled, throwing a dark stare towards the cab driver. The cab driver in question had no desire to stay around and risk becoming a potential pin cushion, and so cracked his whip and flew off with his carriage even faster than he had arrived. Walking through the garden at a much more slower pace than Liaena, Rithrynn would eventually reach the door to the mansion and peek in. There was surprisingly little activity in the atrium to Rithrynn's surprise, with only a few empty goblets, plates and pillows scattered on the floor, alongside a semi naked sentinel sleeping on one of the sofas against the walls. There were however no small volume of noise coming from the living room, as usual, and so Rithrynn was quick to make it her destination as she passed through the lower floor of Sharon's mansion, which at that point was becoming more and more filled with trash and ruined furniture. It seemed as if even Friedrick's amazing talent at creating tidiness wherever the man went was now finally becoming strained! "Hey, guys!" Rithrynn exclaimed as she entered the living room, which was still playing host, or rather; victim, to the warband's fierce party! Walking up to the nearest crowd of her sisters which had gathered around a table, she would elbow herself into the circle. "Have you seen captain Serphia?" The question arose many amused, intoxicated faces and a bit of laughter as the Sentinels looked between each other, before gazing back up at Rithrynn standing over them. "What, aren't you supposed to be the Lieutenant?" "I think she went to have a nap. It was too noisy!" "Noo, obviously she went to have some fun with Falere!" "Thi-hihih!" "Hey, I'm just glad Falere finally found the place she belonged!" "True, their love has been in the making for too long. Awww!" "Hey Ri, any plan of joining her once your time as a Lieutenant is done?" "Hahaha!" "Very funny... " Rithrynn commented, resisting the temptation to smack some faces. " ... where is she?" " ... I don't know, in the guest room you left her in?" "Right. Thanks for the help." Rithrynn concluded, removing herself from the conversation. "Ri! Say hi to Naliyah from me!" "Hihi, you should go and check on her!" " ... " Rithrynn turned around without saying anything further, and walked out. If she was ever going to bomb her sisters with a shrink bomb before inviting Naliyah to the room, it would have to happen later. Right now, she unfortunately had more pressing matters!
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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.
[ { "text": "When he first heard someone approaching from behind him, the High Elf assumed that it was Naliyah who had finally gotten out of his bed. It made him harbor a sense of unease. Had he accidentally woken the beast?\n\nBut as he turned around, it turned out that it was not Naliyah at all who had entered the room behind. The creature that entered the ante chamber lacked the long ears, the striking pink hair, as well as a couple of feet in height too to be Naliyah. Sharon had to lower his gaze to see Liaena who, in turn, was giving him a mortified expression; as if she could not be believing what she was actually seeing.\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Welcome back, Liaena! How was your day?\" Sharon was quick to greet Liaena with a friendly smile the moment he saw her, a smile that was not returned in any form by the girl's considerably paler feature. For a moment, she almost looked as pale as his brother!\n\n\" ... you are**NOT**coming along!\"\n\nThe High Elf let out a sigh, his previous words washing like a wave off a cliff on Liaena's face.\n\n\"I tire of my office, Liaena. It is time I resumed the hunt for our enemies.\" Sharon explained, retaining his calm voice in the face of Liaena who at that point looked like she was about to scream at him at anytime!\n\n\"That's what we have the Night Elves for!\"\n\n\"And who will help them? Or you for that matter?\" Sharon returned with a question, the High Elf eyeing Liaena.\n\"I haven't seen your plan yet, Liaena, but I will not be surprised if you haven't placed yourself on the front line.\"\n\nSharon took a couple of steps forward towards the human girl, until he stood at an arm's length from her. Smiling softly at her, he would raise a hand to place at her shoulder.\n\n\"My brother expects my inaction. We would be stronger together, and more likely to succeed. And this is a mission we cannot fail.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"You're Sherpa's main target!\" Liaena retorted furiously, looking in no way soothed by Sharon's overtures as she brushed the hand of appeal off her shoulder to glower up at her lover. \"It's way too dangerous!\"\n\nChoosing to ignore Sharon's all-too-perceptive remark about her own intended role in the operation, the girl glanced out of the window again at the setting sun. \"…and there isn't the time for this, Sharon! You are NOT coming, and that's that\"\n\n\"Liaena…\"\n\n\"I**mean**it!\" Liaena cried out forcefully. Taking a step back and drawing herself up to her full – unimpressive – height in an attempt to look more authorative, she stabbed a finger up at the High Elf who was giving her a passive I-knew-you'd-react-like-this sort of look. It did not improve her temper. \"For all you know, this could all be a trap set for you by Sherpa! If you come with us, it'd just be playing into his hands!\"\n\n\"…If that's the case…\" Sharon returned, still managing to maintain the same calm tone as he spoke. Liaena wished he would shout. It would make it so much easier to rage at him. \"…You would be springing it in my place, Liaena\"\n\n\"Yes, well. That's my business\" The girl returned stubbornly after a moments pause. Liaena balled her fists by her sides as she glared up at the High Elf. \"I need to deal with this, okay? But there is NO way I'm letting you get into danger because – because of this! This isn't your fight!\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Leaving the living room behind, Rithrynn would traverse back through the atrium to the other side to search for the guest room in which she had left Serphia. It occurred to her that she had somehow managed to forget which door lead to the room in question, and so she instead decided to take a moment to listen for any 'familiar' sounds from any of the doors. Managing to block out all the extra noise coming from the living room, Rithrynn managed to filter out a couple of voice and low moaning coming from one of the doors. Quickly shifting over to it, she'd grab the handle and pull it up. "Mistress Serphia, I need to,-" Rithrynn began as she moved her head through the door to look into the darkened room, only to spot two of her sisters in a rather intimate position. Or was it three? " ... " "Sorry about that, carry on!" Before any of them could mount any coherent answer or question beyond mere gasps and lewd looks, Rithrynn had already smacked the door shut to continue further along the hallway, trying to remember the door to the guest chamber she had used. That was, until she came across a rather familiar looking door, identified by the battered frame around it. Taking a much more careful approach this time, Rithrynn would slowly open the door to peek inside. It was definitely the room she had been looking for, the first giveaway being the crushed chair lying around on the floor, being one of the first objects to come within her view. *"But where is Serphia?"* Rithrynn would glance around the room as she'd open the door for full, finding no trace of her Captain. However, when she stepped into the room, she heard a distant squeaking noise coming from a room further ahead, accompanied by a low moan. Continuing through the guest room to the door on the other side, Rithrynn would listen for a moment, before reaching to grab the handle on the door. Again, practicing the same caution as before, she'd slowly slide it open to gaze inside. As she looked into the room, she immediately found both her quarry, and the source of the noise. Rithrynn's eyes were quickly fixated on her Captain, who was perched on top of a silk bed, face down in the pillow and with her big, purple butt high up in the air, wearing little more than an undersized thong. And looking very happy by the looks of it. Taking a moment just to stareat her Captain in a stunned expression as Serphia arched her back in a deep moan, Rithrynn would eventually slap herself, before stepping into the room. "Uhm, mistress?" "Mmmhm, Get out or get in, Syn'dial." Serphia would reply in a slightly annoyed tone, as she'd wriggle her butt from side to side. Throwing her Captain's backside an odd glare, Rithrynn would kneel down besides the bed. "Mistress, we need to prepare for the assault. The time is now." Letting out a sigh, Serphia would turn around and sit up in the bed, the undersized human bed squeaking as she moved about. Moving a hand across her forehead to give it a rub, Serphia would smile softly as she'd move her hips around. "How is Falere?" Rithrynn asked, trying to smile in return to her Captain. "Ohh,**deep**... " Serphia would answer with a giggle, as she leaned forward. "I never realized she and Shani were such good partners. Even if I wanted to, I doubt I could get them out." "That's adorable," Rithrynn replied with a slight maniacal tone in her voice, clearly highly amused by Falere's predicament. "But, the assault. We need to gather our warriors!" "Hmf, I suppose I'll have to get back to you two later." Serphia would whisper playfully down at her lap, wriggling her butt on the bed. For a quiet moment, it was almost as if Rithrynn could hear the combined, furious screams of both Shani and Falere, emanating from her captain's rear. But that was probably just her mind playing tricks, and so Rithrynn shook her head. "Very well, let us get this over with. I always wanted to conquer that fort since the moment I first saw it."
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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.
[ { "text": "\"This isn't your fight!\"\n\n\"If it wasn't for me, there would be no conflict at all.\" Sharon commented dryly.\n\"Sherpa, who is my dear brother, would simply have continued his unholy rampage happily ever after. It is my continued existence that is his current conundrum.\"\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\"Considering the fact that I am the sole reason for this war, and the fact that the enemy is my very own flesh and blood, I do believe that this is my fight, moreso than anyone else's.\"\n\nSharon looked at Liaena, who at that point seemed like she was about to tear her own hair out in frustration.The High Elf had seen Liaena in many different moods, many of them bad as well, but he could not recall the sheer seething anger and frustration displayed by the little girl in the current moment. Given the fumes emanating from the top of Liaena's head, the High Elf was almost worried that a pair of laser beams would suddenly shoot out from the girl's eyes and disintegrate him on the spot, given her deadly stare!\n\n\"**I SAID YOU ARE NOT GOING! CAN'T YOU HEAR? WHAT'S THE POINT OF HAVING SUCH HUGE EARS IF YOU CAN'T HEAR ME?!**\"\n\n\"I am not about to leave you and Rithrynn out in the cold.\" Sharon said, the High Elf masterfully retaining a calm and cheerful tone. Moving his attention past Liaena, he suddenly began to walk past her towards the exit of the ante chamber, daringly choosing to ignore any complaints from Liaena.\n\nAs he walked, Sharon felt his muscles instinctively tense in anticipation of possibly being tackled by the little girl from behind.\n\n\"Come now, sweetheart. Let us find your friend Rithrynn and Serphia so that we can start this mission.\"\n\n\"Ggrrrrwwlll... !!!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"Don't you – _**you don't get to walk away from this!**_\" \n\nLiaena seethed furiously at Sharon's departing back as the High Elf strolled casually out of the room. Running to catch up, she darted around the elf to block his path just as he was about to reach out a hand to open the bedroom, to stab a finger at him with her eyes flashing dangerously. \"You don't **GET** to patronise me, or treat me like a child! Now **LISTEN TO ME, DAMN IT!**\"\n\n\"Zzzaaww, Rithy…ooos got a frowny face, mmh? Zzzzzzz…\"\n\nHaving been just about to open her mouth to scream at Sharon again, Liaena stalled instead to snap her head towards the bed where Naliyah had stirred, rearing her butt up into the air before settling down again. \n\n\"ZzzzzZZzzzzz….\"\n\nAs the elf's snoring filled the room again, Liaena found a lot of righteous fury had drained away from her as she looked back at Sharon to give him a black, but much less dangerous glare. \"That's the whole **point**, Sharon. You need to stay safe, because if you don't, he wins\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Look. This mission tonight – it might not go according to plan, okay!?\" The girl hissed finally after a long silence, casting a furtive glance towards the window as though some Night Elf might be passing by and hear her blasphemous words. Hester, perched on the ledge, simply gave her a bored look in return. \"We don't know what's in there, or how many guards there are, and we're flying in blind. I'm not saying it _will_, but you can't come with us because if this goes south, we need someone to keep fighting him! That someone's you, and playing the hero is a lot less important than stopping Sherpa going on an 'unholy rampage', as you put it\"\n\nHaving had her eyes locked on Sharon throughout this entire speech, Liaena folded her arms across her chest as if daring for him to object as she looked up at him. \n\n\"Which is why you're going to the Cathedral tonight. There's people there that know the situation, and you'll be safer than staying here with a load of pissed Night Elves. Are we clear?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"It's a long climb, have our warriors only bring a light kit. The weather has gotten warmer, and it's a quick operation, and so a full winter kit is not necessary. Only cloak." "Yes, mistress!" Rithrynn replied as she hastily followed after Serphia's long strides as the pair headed out into the atrium of Sharon's mansion. As they arrived there, Serphia suddenly paused, to look down at the sleeping night elf in the couch next to her. ... *CRASH* "**Wake up, Saleen!**" Serphia shouted as she violently kicked the couch, causing it to topple over alongside the Night Elf on top of it, the latter barely managing to emit a yelp before she rolled onto the floor with a thud. "Wha-who-wher?!!? ... mistress?" The Sentinel, Saleen, who was lying on the floor, wearing nothing but a thong; stared at Serphia's feet, before her gaze eventually climbed to look up at Rithrynn and Serphia standing over her. With a moment of realization, she immediately jumped to her feet to salute her Captain, right hand over her heart and left hand behind her back. "Climbing gear and light kit only; gather here in five minutes, Saleen!" Serphia commanded, and Saleen couldn't wait to turn around and make a run for the line of gear against the atrium walls placed there by the Night Elven warband. Turning her attention away from the frantic wardrobe show of Saleen as the sentinel scrambled to find her gear, Serphia's attention turned to Rithrynn as she looked down at her. "Alongside Saleen I want Alissah, Lithrielle, Delilah, Vashi, Shani and Anastia present here. **Now!**" Serphia instructed as she towered over Rithrynn. The Sentinel gazed up at her for a moment, before carefully opening her mouth. "Uhh, of course, mistress... " Rithrynn carefully started, her eyes slowly moving down to focus on her Captain's wide thighs. " ...but Shani is in your ass, isn't she?" " ... oh, right; I forgot." Serphia suddenly said, her dark expression suddenly becoming multiple degrees lighter as she giggled. "Find someone else to take her place. Shani is on a mission from which she cannot be disturbed." Serphia said with a wicked grin as she rested a hand upon her hips. "Yes, mistress!" Not wanting to wait around for Serphia's mood to sour again, Rithrynn quickly performed a salute before she turned around to race back towards the living room to find the rest of the selected elves to join on the mission, gracefully dodging a flying helmet that swooped through the air from Saleen's frantic fashion show.
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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.
[ { "text": "Having thrown a worrisome look towards the sleeping Night Elf in the room, half fearing the possibility that Liaena's high volume protests might have awakened Naliyah, Sharon's head eventually turned to look back at the smaller human who had adamantly blocked the exit to the room.\n\nContemplating the possibility of levitating Liaena up into the roof, an action that surely would come back to haunt him later on, the High Elf decided to try the diplomatic approach.\n\n\"The protection of the church would mean little, and I doubt they could protect me in the long run.\" Sharon explained, retaining his peaceful tone in the presence of the persistent Liaena.\n\"Sherpa's plans extend far beyond the mere battle with his older brother, and if I fled, it is likely that they would continue; to whatever end.\"\n\nSharon tried to reason with the little girl, though reason from Liaena when it concerned his own safety was hard come by. \n\nLetting out a sigh, Sharon let his staff sit loosely in his hand as he stared down at Liaena, taking a moment before saying anything. Letting his head hang slightly as he gazed at her, he would eventually continue.\n\n\"The importance of this battle cannot be overstated. It encompasses far more than a mere rescue mission. Success in this endeavor could even lead to the banishment of the White Hand, if luck was on our side. But just as success holds great reward, failure will have dire consequences. The loss of you, Rithrynn and Serphia, would leave me exposed, as well as handicapped in the fight against Sherpa and his seemingly limitless agents. I would survive the day, only to remain a vulnerable target in remaining weeks and months. And my brother is in no hurry to finish the job. I cannot hire mercenaries forever, but the power of my brother's personal army will keep growing.\"\n\nSharon explained, taking a good time with each sentence and keeping a steady volume all the way through. Partly to make it more digestible and coherent, but also as to not awaken Naliyah either. The door to the bedroom was after all still locked.\n\n\"With the kidnapping of your friend, Sherpa has forced out hands. I cannot afford to sit idle. The success of this mission is paramount, and we cannot afford to fail.\" Sharon eventually continued, suddenly smiling down at Liaena.\n\n\"And if things really go to hell, my magical expertise will be invaluable in getting us out!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "**\"You're still not listening to me!\" **Liaena snarled straight back, although without the volume her voice would normally possess. Another glance towards the sleeping Naliyah meant that there were no secrets regarding the reason for that. \"You are **NOT** going! End of!\"\n\n\"……\"\n\nA silence fell at this point, with the girl giving Sharon the nastiest glare she could find in lieu of shouting any further. The High Elf pretended not to see it, opting instead to give her that peaceable smile that was doing an excellent job of getting under her skin._ \"I should've just knocked him out\"_\n\nStudying Sharon with the eyes of a predator, Liaena was forced to conclude that there was a lot less available bare skin to dart-gun than when she was pitted against the stripperific Night-Elves. In addition, he was also watching her carefully and Liaena was inclined to think that he had more than a passing suspicion of her current thought process. \n_\n\"I should have brought him to the Cathedral with me. And **then** knocked him out\"_\n\n\"Liaena? Sweetheart, we need to leave\"\n\n\"I KNOW THAT! IT'S **YOU**, THAT'S MAKING THIS HARDER, BECAUSE WE ARE WASTING TIME WITH THIS!!\" Liaena exploded back at him with a vengeance that could never have been anticipated from Sharon's placid words. In truth, it appeared that just about anything the High Elf said could have triggered an onslaught from the over emotional girl as she stabbed a furious finger at him. \"I don't care about your reasons! Or your magic! You're still going to go to the Cathedral, and you're going to stay there, or…\"\n\n\"……..\"\n\nUnable to think of a particularly effective threat as the seconds dragged on, Liaena felt her shoulders sag with an emotion that felt suspiciously like it could be defeat. The girl could feel a persistent burning behind her eyes as she looked up at him miserably. \"….**please**\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Not much time had passed before a strike squad of eight Night Elven sentinels had gathered in Sharon's atrium, including Rithrynn and Vashi, with Serphia in charge. They were wearing simpler black and purple silk loincloths, cloaks, chestguards, shoulderpads, greaves and vambraces, in favor of the heavier winter robes that they had arrived with. All of the elves were armed with their own bow and quiver, alongside a selection of melee weapons of their choice and ropes and hooks for the expected climb. But despite the fact that the sisters had formed a near perfect line in which they stood before the Captain, Serphia noticed that a lot of the faces of her warriors were dull, unfocused or just looking sloven. "You all look terrible!" Were the first words to escape Serphia's mouth as she scanned her warriors, all of whom looked fairly wasted from the partying with the few exceptions of Vashi and Rithrynn. Deciding that assaulting Honor's Watch with a strike squad afflicted with severe hangovers would be a bad idea, Serphia turned her attention to Vashi. "Vashi, do you have any of those Sparkleaf potions of yours left?" "Uh, yes, mistress! I do!" Vashi quickly responded, looking excited at being addressed by her Captain! Of the strike squad, none displayed a more energetic impulse than Vashi as the Night Elven magi scrounged through her satchel hanging from her torso to produce a couple of faintly green potions. Uncorking one of them, it released a stringent aroma that immediately pierced the nostrils of anyone in the magi's proximity. "Sisters, you have ten minutes to unfuck yourselves. Then we leave." Serphia commanded as she followed the distribution of Vashi's hangover cure, before her attention fell on Rithrynn. "Syn'dial, come with me for the moment." "Of course mistress, what for?" Rithrynn was quick to ask as she ran to follow up with her Captain whom had turned to begin walking up the stairs. "I need that High Elf of yours... " * "He was not in his office... " "No no, then he is probably in his bedroom, which is just over here... somewhere." Rithrynn explained to Serphia as she lead her Captain through the maze of corridors that constituted the upper levels of Sharon's estate. Arriving outside of Sharon's bedroom, the two elves could hear a fair murmur emanating from within. "High Elf!" Serphia called out with an intimidating tone as she walked forward to grab the door knob, but upon attempting to open it; it seemed like there was something blocking it on the other side. "Maybe it's locked?" Rithrynn commented, looking up at her Captain; who was currently giving the door a very dark stare. "Maybe you should... " ***BRACK*** Without any warning, Serphia had raised her foot to kick in the door with the face of her boot! Liaena, who had been blocking the door for Sharon on the other end, suddenly found herself shoved aside by the opening door, before being promptly squeezed right into the wall behind it! The violent entry was also enough to wake up Naliyah, who scrambled around in her bed with a snort of surprise, before tumbling off and landing on the floor with her butt! "Oh, Elune... eh, m-mistress?" Naliyah muttered, still trying to gather herself as she stared at Serphia as the Captain marched into the room. "I didn't know, oh, and HI RITHY!" Rithrynn, upon seeing Naliyah, subtly took a step behind Serphia, as if to hide herself behind her Captain. Serphia, who's eyes had been on Sharon all the time, gazed down at the High Elf while resting her hands on her hips. "It is time to go, High Elf. The mission is starting!" Serphia would brief him, before throwing a slight look around the room. "And... where is that human midget associate of yours?"
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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.
[ { "text": "\"….please\"\n\nSharon let out a sigh as he looked down at the pleading eyes of Liaena, which in their own way looked a little adorable. With a contemplative expression, Sharon raised the back of his index finger up to his jaw.\n\n_\"High Elf!\"_ \n\n...\n\n\"I guess I... \"\n\n***BRACK***\n\n\"**It is time to go, High Elf.**\"\n\nWithin the blink of an eye, before the High Elf had a chance to continue, the door directly behind Liaena had slammed open, Liaena had vanished, and instead been replaced by the towering presence of Rithrynn's infamous Captain, Serphia, who now loomed over Sharon like a dark cloud. Merely standing dumbstruck in his spot, finger raised and mouth open. Staring past Serphia, Sharon could see Rithrynn cowering meekly behind her Captain, presumably hiding from the now awoken Naliyah behind him.\n\nIt took some moments before the High Elf could mentally construct a coherent sentence, having been taken by surprise by the sudden arrival of Serphia.\n\n\" ... ah... ah, yes, the mission!\" Sharon finally answered.\n\"And, as for the human, who's name is Liaena Rune, she is... \"\n\nSharon paused for a moment, the High Elf's azure eyes passing by Serphia's hips to focus on the door behind her which had almost gone and buried itself directly into the wall!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"**Not a midget**\" came the low, slightly slurred angry rumble as Liaena oozed out from behind the heavy door sporting a brand new bloody nose, to glower up at Serphia who looked decided disinterested. \"**You**. Are just….\"\n\n_\"Don't destroy all Night Elves, you need them to save Kathlin. Don't destroy all Night Elves, you need them to save Kathlin\"_\n\n\"…too big.\"\n\nLooking up at Serphia, Liaena glanced between her, and the main object of the formers interest, Sharon. A heavy frown settled on her forehead as she slowly tumbled to the Night Elfs intent. \"He's not going\"\n\n\"Well, I suppose that's all of you. Come along High Elf, we don't have time to waste\"\n\n\"I said—\" Liaena began forcefully as Serphia turned and strode out of the room. Sharon followed, at least having the grace to give her a slightly apologetic look and a pat on the shoulder as he made haste to exit the room before she could reformulate a suitable argument. And Rithrynn was already long gone, walking as fast as she dared away from the Naliyah-infested bedroom while not actually outpacing her notoriously short-tempered Captain. \n\n\"……….\"\n\n**\n-CRASH-**\n\nA vase of flowers, placed with loving care by Frederick took the brunt of Liaena's less-than-stellar mood as she slammed a foot into the delicate side table it was sitting on, causing flowers, water and broken glass to smash all over the floor. Shuffling about in Sharons bed, Naliyah pouted winsomely as she ogled the door Rithrynn had just left by. \"Aw. Is Rithy going out….?\"\n\nClearly sizing up the pros of chasing after Rithrynn versus the cons of chasing Serphia by association, the threat of Serphia won out as she settled down again with a giggle. \"I guess I'll keep the bed warm for her then, hihi\"\n\n\"You do that\" Liaena muttered as she continued to give the empty doorway a stare that could have melted lead. Taking a glance out of the window where the sky had darkened to a deep red, she shook her head before running to follow the group.", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Serphia marched through the hallways of Sharon's house, with both Rithrynn and Sharon in tow, as well as Liaena somewhere further behind them. The long and determined strides of the Captain forced the rest of the party to almost run in order to keep up with her as she descended the levels back towards the atrium. Upon returning to the atrium, she was met with a crowd of teary-eyed, grimacing Sentinels, but looking much more awake than last time. It was quite obvious that they had gotten a free taste of the hangover cure from Vashi, said elven magi looking particularly happy as she stood next to them. "**Warriors of the Night, assemble!**" Serphia's clear voice sounded throughout the room, and the crowd of sentinels immediately formed into a pristine line at the bottom of the stairs. Upon reaching the lower floor, Serphia's silvery eyes scanned across her warriors. But judging by the small smile that formed on her face, then either there was nothing wrong with her warriors that she could spot, or Falere and Shani had just begun a legendary wrestling match! "Have the nightsabers been prepared?" She asked, eyeing the blue haired sentinel Saleen at the end of the row, who immediately gave a salute. "Yes, mistress! They are right outside!" "Good." Serphia nodded, before she turned towards the door. "With me, warriors. You will be briefed at the rendezvous point." Marching out through that which had once been the place where Sharon had used to keep a front door, the eight sentinels lead by Serphia, as well as Liaena and Sharon flowed out into the garden where a pack of five nightsabers were waiting. None of the warbeasts looked none too happy about having to leave the warm confines of the mansion in favor of the wet and cold exterior. As the Night Elves mounted up, typically sharing a single mount between two, Rithrynn rode up next to Sharon and Liaena on Nisha. Patting the back of her saddle, she motioned for them to jump on. "Come on, you can ride with me!" Rithrynn suggested, trying to sound as cheerful as possible, knowing the particularly foul mood that Liaena was in after having had Sharon 'taken' from her will to the mission. "Don't worry, she's just a friendly little adorable dummy!" ***ROAR!*** "She won't bite! ... much... " "High Elf, do you have a specific point that you want to gather before the assault?" Serphia's voice suddenly sounded as the Night Elf rode up to the group, with Vashi sitting behind her Captain on what looked like by far the angriest, meaniest and ill tempered black haired nightsaber of the group. Presumably a mount that Serphia had chosen due to the similar personality types.
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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.
[ { "text": "Although Liaena looked none too happy about the current situation, Sharon did try to stand as close to her as possible. The ominous silence emanating from the little human girl spoke volumes of her opinion about the current arrangement, enough to give the High Elf a small feeling of guilt towards her.\n\n\"Come on, you can ride with me!\"\n\nRithrynn's enthusiasm on the other hand stood in stark contrast to Liaena. Taking a step up next to Liaena, Sharon motioned towards Rithrynn.\n\n\"That sounds like it would be fun, wouldn't it?\" Sharon carefully suggested to the mute girl, before walking up to the oversized cat that Rithrynn was riding. It was all quite bizarre to Sharon, to see people riding monster-sized felines. It did not help that he had never been much a fan of cats in the first place. \n\nNot because he was afraid of them, but because they were lazy, self serving and assholes. And he liked to think that his house could only hold one lazy asshole, and that was himself.\n\n\"High Elf, do you have a specific point that you want to gather before the assault?\"\n\nSharon, who had been contemplating how to mount the saber without both getting bitten or having to ask Rithrynn for help, suddenly turned to look up at Night Elven captain who was riding an even bigger nightsaber.\n\n\"Yes, actually I do.\" Sharon replied, while moving a hand to the saddle.\n\"Greymoon has a private resort on the top of the harbor, overlooking the entire sea approach. It's empty, but I have the key. So, ugh!\"\n\nThe High Elf struggled for a little bit as he jumped up onto Nisha behind Rithrynn. The main reason was that all of the armor he was wearing was a little cumbersome. The second reason was because even though he had plenty of experience with horses, giant cats was something very new to him!\n\n\"It's in the northernmost part in the cathedral district, just before the archway leading to the stairs going down to the dock.\" \n\nTurning to look down at Liaena, Sharon extended a hand to the human girl, while inadvertently using Rithrynn's shoulder to keep himself in the saddle.\n\n\"That light aide of yours, Liaena; from the Cathedral, did they give you a meeting point?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Liaena had been eying Nisha with a look of combined distrust and malevolence, the big cat cracking its jaws open in a huge uncaring yawn that showed off a highly impressive set of teeth. Upon hearing Sharons words she looked up at him, as her face formed a slight grimace. \"…No. Thea…my contact said she would sort it out, but maybe we need to stop off by the Cathedral or…\"\n\n\"Mistress!\"\n\nSerphia turned, as did Liaena to see one of the Watchers from the gate approach. From one hand there was dangling a boy, looking to be in his early teens, wearing the dull grey tunic and robes that could be identified as Cathedral servants or support staff. Having reached the group, the watcher promptly dropped the boy with a quiet 'splat' onto the slushy ground beneath her, where he landed on his face. \"He was asking to come in, Mistress. Says he has a message for Syn'dials monkey\"\n\n\"Is **that** your help?\" Rithrynn enquired from somewhere over Liaena's head, sounding highly unimpressed with the situation. Liaena chose to ignore her, moving to crouch down gingerly next to the boy in the slush. \"Uh. Hi, Rory. Why are you here?\"\n\n\"Looking for you\" The boy said sullenly as he peeled his face out of the muck of the garden to give her an accusatory look. That expression quickly shifted to one of terrified compliance as Nisha padded over to sniff him, as he looked at Liaena pleadingly. \"…I-I got asked to deliver a message. Nobody mentioned _tigers_\"\n\n\"Well, life's a bitch\" Liaena muttered tetchily, having little patience even to affect sympathy with the clock ticking and success chances slipping away by the moment. \"Where is it?\"\n\n\"…\"\n\nEven in the presence of tigers, thrift apparently won out. The two teens engaged in a staring match for a few moments before Liaena relented and fished in her pocket for a coin. Proffered a small, folded over scrap of paper in return, the girl quickly unfolded it. The brief message read as follows.\n\n_Meet you by the Steps.\nYou suck.\nB_\n\n_\n\"….You must be joking\"_\n\n**\"SYNDIAL!\"** Serphia's voice thundered, sounding deeply unimpressed with the situation. Looking up, Liaena became aware that most of the Night Sabres were already at the gates. Nisha, Rithrynn and Sharon were the only ones remaining, the former bobbing about in impatience to leave having decided that the new arrival didn't smell very delicious. Flapping a hand at Rithrynn in a 'just one moment' fashion, Liaena turned quickly back to the boy. \"Isn't there anything else? Did you speak to Thea? Did you – ooff!\"\n\nAn impatient purple hand had grabbed Liaena by the back of her robes as Nisha gambolled past, slinging her like a sack of potatoes onto the Night Sabre. Liaena found herself clutching onto Sharon for dear life to remain in the saddle after her highly undignified landing, rapidly coming to the conclusion that she would prefer a runaway cab to the up-and-down motion of a big cat any day of the week. \"HEY!\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Rithrynn did not pay much attention to the complaints of Liaena as she launched herself and Nisha in a frantic sprint to catch up with Serphia and and the rest of the warband, most of whom had already left the gate. The watcher by the gate merely stood and held the gate open while the large felines and their riders rampaged past her, to the point that they distorted the air enough for her cloak to be wildly flailing around her! "What did it say? Are we getting help?" Rithrynn asked as she rode out through the gate, trying to arch her head around to look back at Liaena. "They are idiots!" "Is that a yes?" Rithrynn inquired as she turned her head to return her focus on the road ahead. " ... yes." Liaena would finally tetchily answer after a brief silence. "Where?" "By the stairs." "Mistress!" Rithrynn suddenly shouted as she urged Nisha forward, trying to maneuver her saber between that of her sisters to catch up with Serphia while they charged through the empty streets of night time Stormwind mage district. "Li has someone she has to pick up, it's our reinforcements. Solution to the undead, that sort of important thing!" Serphia turned to look back down at Rithrynn who was now riding next to her, then to Sharon and Liaena who were sitting behind her. "Where?" "By the steps!" "What steps?" "The ones leading to the dock! ... I think." "We'll deal with it after we have set up our forward base." Serphia replied, and just as she finished, she managed to return her gaze to the road ahead just in time to notice an old woman passing the ice covered road right ahead of them! The woman, who had been slowly crossing the road, turned her head to look at the incoming horde of rampaging nightsabers. And when she spotted them, her jaw dropped as she immediately froze on the spot in fear! Only through an emergency maneuver were Serphia and Rithrynn able to pull apart to create a opening around the elderly woman, as the entire warband rode past her on either side! "**Watch where you go, stupid monkey!**" Although the cat-by had only lasted the blink of an eye, the elderly woman still remained petrified on the spot even as all the nightsabers had passed her, still alive and unscathed... at least physically. The journey of Serphia's warriors however continued uninterrupted through the somber streets of Stormwind, her sabers being able to easily outrun and outmaneuver any horse on the slippery surface of early spring Stormwind thanks to their big claws that they dug deep down into the ice and snow whenever they made a rapid turn. This was proven as they were chased by two horse mounted city guardsmen through the trade district who apparently had a problem with Serphia's mini rampage through the city and complete disregard for any notion of 'safe riding', traffic rules or just mounted caution in general, but they were unable to keep up with them and soon fell behind. It did not take long for the Night Elves to reach the Cathedral district, marked by its white marble houses, hanging banners and high archways. Or essentially just the fact that practically everything was better and wealthier in this district than all of the other districts combined. Riding into the northermost part of the district as they followed Sharon's directions, Serphia would eventually order her warband to slow down as they adopted a much more reasonable pace while trotting through district. Turning her attention over to Sharon, Liaena and Rithrynn, her eyes would fix themselves on the former. "High Elf, come with me. Find me that house. Rithrynn, you take Nisha and pick up whatever aide it is that your monkey is talking about." "What?!" "Of course, mistress!"
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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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Penance Street 27.\" Sharon suddenly exclaimed as he pointed past Rithrynn at one of the houses in the white rows surrounded them, positioned at the northern end of the street.\n\n\"Of course, mistress!\"\n\nSharon barely had a time to wedge himself out from between Rithrynn and Liaena to dismount, before Rithrynn had already sprinted off on Nisha with Liaena in tow, barely clinging on!\nThe house in question he had marked for Serphia and her elves looked like a mix between a small church and a mini mansion. On a first glance, it might he bard to tell what exactly it was. That was, until one noticed the lavish curtains and luxurious garden that surrounded its fenced off perimeter. Not as big as Sharon's mansion, but made of much higher quality material, marble, and luxuriously decorated.\n\nPassing through the front gate which had been left unlocked, due to the low amount of crime in the particular district, it was only a few strides across the tiled walkway to reach the front door.\n\nFiddling with a key that he produced from his robes, he moved it to the golden lock in which it fit perfectly, and the door opened with a 'click' as he turned the key. As the door slid open, it revealed an abandoned wooden hallway leading into a larger living room with a panorama view across the entire Stormwind harbor. Seeing as the row of houses were built into the very upper fortifications above the harbor, it gave a clear view past the lower rooftops to the dock, as well as the ships, warehouses and the towering fortress at the edge of the harbor, Honor's Watch, whose cannons covered the entire waterway. \n\n\"Step in, ladies, and make yourselves at home.\" Sharon bowed graciously as he motioned for Serphia and her sentinels that it was OK to enter. Not that Serphia was really the person to ask or wait for his consent in the first place...", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"Li! Where're we going!?\"\n\n\"The steps! I said!\" Liaena peeled her face out of Rithrynn's cloak, exposing her face to the blast of cold night air just long enough to shout back. \"Where we were after the Falere thing! Yesterday!\"\n\n\"Ohh, Right\"\n\nA few terrified evening strollers, several hairpin bends that nearly sent Liaena flying off Nisha and a mad dash later and the big cat screeched to a halt by the archway that led to the huge flight of marble steps that led down to the most affluent end of Stormwind Harbour. The place where the vast battleships and vessels of lords docked, with the simple trading ships and even fishing boats secreted away down the other end. \n\n\"Okay. Just…just give me a second, would you?\" was all Liaena could manage after the whirlwind ride, sliding off Nisha to step towards the archway. As she approached, Rithrynn slowly moving up behind her, a figure stepped out of the shadows to fold her arms and give her an extremely unimpressed look. Liaena returned it in kind as she glowered at the other dark haired girl. \"Is this all? What's is wrong with Thea!?\"\n\n\"Is **that **all!?\" Bella fired back immediately, glancing over Liaena's shoulder at Rithrynn before she gave the former an extremely worried look. \"**one** Night Elf!? I thought you said you had a horde!\"\n\n\"I do. You've got no idea what you're getting into!\" Liaena hissed furiously. Glancing back at Rithrynn, she flapped a hand at her in a quick 'stay back' motion as she turned to her peer again. Not, she belatedly realised, would it do any good, with the fabled Night Elf hearing active. \"Get out of here! Go and tell Thea to send someone more useful this time!\"\n\n\"Oh. Oh _thanks_, Liaena\" Bella took a step back, to place her hands on her hips and narrow her eyes down at the shorter girl. \"I'm _so_ sorry I'm risking my career to save Lennox's useless ass. If you wanted someone better, maybe she should try and be more popular next time\"\n\n\"Would you two _stop it_—\" The third human in the rapidly developing brawl interjected angrily. This individual was a tall, slightly lanky looking man in priest robes, with an age that clearly outstripped Liaena and her ike, but nowhere near enough to be viewed as 'mature' in the eyes in the church white and greybeards. \n\nHe was also completely ignored by Liaena, who had turned an angry shade of scarlet at Bella's comment. \"So why'd you come then Bella!? Don't tell me you'd actually started to care about anything. It'd be a first\"\n\n\"I came because Thea guilt-tripped me! And reasons!\" Bella spat back. Cocking her head on one side, a nasty thought clearly occurred to her with a nasty smile. \"But why don't you just go by yourself, Li. It couldn't be the Light's not with you?\"\n\n\"Stop—\"\n\n**-BAM-**\n\nLiaena's fist caught Bella squarely in the nose, who looked shocked for a second before delivering a slap across the face back. A moment later, the 'rescue mission' had devolved into two girls engaging in a full-on cat-fight, with a wandering guard on the other side of the road clearly wondering if it was worth his while to break up the party.", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
From atop of her nightsaber, Rithrynn eyed the two human girls as they went at each other with all the fury and bitchy-ness they could muster. The Night Elf had originally carried an expression of surprise, but it had soon turned into a more curios and amused stare as she watched the 'fight' between the human girls, which consisted more of wild flailing, slapping, shrieks and hair-pulling. "You-BITCH!" *BLAM* " ... you vile mouthed cow!" "Owwww, let go! Let go!" On the other side, opposite the fight of Rithrynn was the younger human priest, looking as confused as he was uncomfortable standing next to the fighting girls! "No, girls, p-please. S-s-stop!" He stammered, his arms flailing around before him as he seemed completely unsure what to do! "The l-light teaches p-peace! To love thy neighbor, family and friends! That when struck, to turn the other cheek... " *BAM* " ... instead of striking back." The boy's skin was about to become pale as that of a ghost when the girls were suddenly pulled away from each other, and hoisted up into the air by Rithrynn who had dismounted from Nisha. The nightsaber in question was standing behind her, sniffing curiously at Bella's cloak as if it smelled of fish and potential food. Holding Liaena and Bella in each hand, away from one another, Rithrynn's silvery eyes shifted between the two girls with an amused grin; both of whom were still flailing their arms and legs wildly around in the air as they tried to reach the other in vain. "If you really have so much pent up tension for one another, why not just kiss now and get it over with? We have a mission, and no time to rent a private bed for you two!" * "Step in, ladies, and make yourselves at home." Serphia did not answer the hospitality of the High Elf at first, let alone even acknowledge it as she walked past him and gazed out across the living room. Her sentinels followed shortly behind her, happy to get out of the cold outside for what little time they had before the mission would start. Behind them followed their nightsabers, all of whom went on to assault and tear up one of the guestrooms of which one of the sentinels had opened the door to. "This will be a good forward base of operation." Serphia commented dryly as she finished observing the room, to look down at the High Elf with a small smile. "And the added luxury won't hurt. I am starting to wonder whether your kind practically shits gold, Quel'dorei."
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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.
[ { "text": "\"It's not that hard, actually.\" Sharon pulled on his shoulder as he gazed back up at Serphia following her comment about the High Elves' remarkable ability to generate gold in general.\n\"All you need is a simple understanding of basic economics, coupled with a skillset that can be commercialized and an adventurous spirit; with some good social graces sprinkled on top.\"\n\nSharon explained in a peaceful manner as he began to walk towards the center of the living room.\n\n\"You would be surprised how many people actually lack basic social intelligence and general humility. It has ruined the ventures of many skilled merchants and capitalists.\" Sharon commented with a smile, looking at nobody in particular as he talked to Serphia. \n\nLooking out across the wide window and down towards the harbor, Sharon could see that the sun had almost disappeared completely in the horizon. The red hue and weak light of dusk was soon to give way to the encroaching darkness of the night, as the light had already retracted itself from many yards and alleys down among the docks. From the window, Sharon could see many dockworkers and sailors already on their way home, or to the nearest tavern. Indeed, while the lights from the various different warehouses and administration buildings slowly died out, a few of the more popular taverns and inns by the docks began to light up as the various sailors, dockworkers, administrators and navymen went to look for drinks.\n\n\"As you can see, Honor's Watch is still under construction. It is not complete yet.\" Sharon commented as he pointed down towards the imposing fortress that loomed over the harbor from its tall reef. Some of its towers, as well as the main stone buildings were still incomplete, with scaffolding and wooden support structures adorning the sides and tops of some of the fortifications. \n\"That means that beyond the garrison's own soldiers and personnel, we still have to avoid detection by potential night shift workers.\"\n\nSharon explained, before turning to give Serphia a sharper stare.\n\n\"And I would prefer if you did not kill any of them. They are just simple contractors, most with family, and do not deserve to die for whatever crimes the White Hand might have on their hands. I do not want our rescue operation turning into a bloodbath.\"\n\nThe High Elf knew all too well that however skilled and experienced Serphia and her warriors might have been, concepts such as mercy or even basic rules of engagement might be all but alien to them. It was after all understandable, given the fact that they spent so much time in the forests, where there were no rules. But Sharon would prefer if the cruel rules of nature remained in nature, and were not brought to the city of Stormwind.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"If you really have so much pent up tension for one another, why not just kiss now and get it over with? We have a mission, and no time to rent a private bed for you two!\"\n\n\"….WE ARE NOT A THING, RITHRYNN!\" \n\nLiaena screamed at the top of her lungs, the guard across from the road from them now wandering away shaking his head. Bella, who had ceased to struggle in Rithrynn's firm grip, proceeded to give Liaena a very peculiar look. \"…well, obviously. Ew.\"\n\nResisting the urge to kick Bella for that, or Rithrynn, or possibly both of them, Liaena folded her arms across her chest and glowered until she was finally dumped back onto her feet. The boy, apparently sensing a moment to instil some semblance of authority into the situation, scurried forward to glare in a not-very-ferocious manner and poke a finger down at the two girls. \"You two should be ashamed of yourselves. How would you feel if I were to report this to Priestess Thea, exactly!?\"\n\nHe was met with twin deadpan you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me looks in return, before Liaena finally relented with a sigh. \"Hi, Liam\"\n\n\"Priest Gray\"\n\n\"…Priest Gray. Fine.\" Liaena retorted with a sigh. Mentally, she wondered what the repercussions would be if she had Rithrynn batter both of them down and returned to them to the Cathedral with a 'returned due to faulty goods' note. \"Why are you here?\"\n\n\"Why am I….I'm here because Ki…Apprentice Lennox has been captured, by cultists. All because you led her into danger. Am I right!?\"\n\nLiaena managed not to wince at that one, wilting slightly as Liam glowered at her. \"…Right\"\n\n\"Right. And as I understand it, this is a time critical mission, yes? But never mind that. Let's bicker, and whine, and fight.\" \n\nPriest Gray seethed. Still being held up by Rithrynn, Bella stopped inspecting her nails for a moment to glance over at the pair. \"Ooh. Burn.\"\n\n\"And furthermore—\"\n\n\"Alright! Alright! Fine!\" Liaena broke in finally. Giving the other two a final withering look – which was returned with a shrug from Bella – she turned to walk back towards Greymoons holiday home. \"Lets go then. We'll be meeting up with Rithrynn's warband first\"\n\n\"…Okay. Good.\" Liam said cautiously. Straightening up, one could almost see him mentally switching back into 'responsible qualified superior' mode as he headed after Liaena. \"…This will be going on your permanent record though\"\n\n\"Oh goodie. That ups the average\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Rithrynn gazed down at the three humans with utmost intrigue, seemingly as curious as she was slightly baffled by what she assumed was Liaena's circles. That being, whatever social interaction the girl ever had short of Sharon, herself and her many official and unofficial laboratories that dotted Stormwind. "Don't worry, we don't have to walk!" Rithrynn suddenly said cheerfully to Bella and Liam as the two were currently staring at Liaena's back as the black haired girl had already begun to walk back to Greymoon's resort. Bella was only slightly larger than Liaena, and by no means anywhere near that of a Night Elf in terms of size. Liam on the other hand, the aspiring human priest, seemed little more than skin and bones. Moving a glove behind her to stroke the fur of Nisha, Rithrynn motioned towards her large battle cat with a nod. "I can carry all three of you, no problem!" "Is that... a tiger?" Came a rather nervous question from Liam, as the boy stared at Nisha, quite clearly uncomfortable being in the way of the big, glowing yellow eyes of the nightsaber. Bella seemed to react as well, the girl's eyes widening as she looked at the big animal. Nisha on the other hand let out a slight growl of complaint, turning her head to look up at Rithrynn as if to complain about the potential passenger load; a complaint that was plainly ignored by the Sentinel! "Awww, isn't she adorable?!" Came Bella's voice as the girl's face turned into a lovable smile, and she suddenly walked forward to pet Nisha. Liam was quick to react however, immediately reaching out with a pair of arms to stop Bella from walking straight into Nisha. "No! Are you mad?! The beast will bite your head off!" "Let me go, Liam. This is like the only cool thing that's ever come out of this pointless quest with Rune! I'll be damned if you can keep me from it!" Bella complained back at Liam, the latter obviously being no fan of climbing up onto the back of the menacing looking battle-cat. However, Bella and Liam did not come to any formal agreement before Rithrynn suddenly grabbed them both from on top of Nisha, and placed them behind her. A small, excited squeal came from Bella, which was mirrored by a nervous 'yelp' from Liam as the boy swallowed hard, freezing up completely as if he was utterly afraid to do anything! Liaena, who had been marching with great purpose ahead of them, quite clearly having suffered enough of Bella and Liam's company already; was suddenly snatched and thrown into the saddle beneath Rithrynn's arms. "You have to agree, Li! This is the best way to travel!" Rithrynn exclaimed as Nisha frantically dashed through the streets on all four, reaching a speed that was enough to water their eyes as they zoomed through the somber streets of the city! "Beats the rolling coffins we had earlier!" * "As long as they do not raise arms against us, they have nothing to fear." Serphia replied as she walked up next to Sharon to gaze out across the harbor, her eyes focusing on the little behemoth of a fortress that was Honor's Watch. "I will give it to the apes, they know a thing or two about masonry and stone work." Serphia muttered as her eyes narrowed in on the ramparts and the surrounding scaffolding, being able to pick out some small moving sources of light, presumably from torches. Whether it was civilians or chevaliers who carried them was harder to tell however, in the darkening dusk. "We can take a small raft or rowboat out from between the larger ships docked near the fort, up to the south side of the reef. From there, we'll have the shortest path to the bottom of the scaffolding; which we can use to quickly reach the lower walls. Then we will be in." Serphia said with a thoughtful expression, leaning herself against the window frame before turning to look down at the High Elf. "I hope you have a lead as to where in the construct your friend is. It could take hours to scour the entire interior of the castle, at which point detection will not be a matter of 'if,' but 'when'."
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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.
[ { "text": "Serphia gained a small, satisifed smile as Sharon was soon to correct himself in his speech. The Night Elves had split out into a half circle around the table, although a lot of their eyes were focusing on the five newcomers, in particular the dwarf who was openly carrying a bag of explosives, and the much reserved figure of Alissah, both of whom received many suspicious glares.\n\n\"Wait, Li is going to lead her own group?\" Rithrynn suddenly asked, her eyes jumping quizzically between Sharon and Liaena.\n\" ... does she even know how to climb?\"\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\"I mean, agility is not her strong suit!\"\n\nSerphia gazed down at Rithrynn, the Captain standing next to the Sentinel, but made no visible effort to intrude on Rithrynn's sudden commentary. Instead, the Captain turned her attention towards the non-Night Elves in the room, giving them a narrow glare.\n\n\"I believe that one of my warriors touches on a very important detail. How many in this room can actually scale those walls?\" \n\nSerphia asked as she pointed out through the window, down at the harrowing sight of the steep, black stone walls on the side of the reef that Honor's Watch was situated on.\n\nIt was quite obvious, even from kilometers away, that the sides of the reef were not suitable for first-grade climbers. Or second. Or third!\nPerhaps fourth-grade climbers could stand a chance, assuming they didn't mind a high probability of death by 'squish' caused by gravity.\n\n\"If you were hoping that we will just open the front gate once inside, you are wrong.\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Liaena gave Rithrynn a sidelong dark glare as the Night Elf butted in to discuss her wall-climbing expertise in front of the room full of observers. Coughing slightly to insert herself into the conversation as Serphia finished, she stepped forward to the table. \"I won't be climbing the wall. I'll be going in by air, with….\"\n\nHere Liaena turned slightly, to study askance the two she had brought with her. When choosing, it was a close run race between who she least wanted to associate herself with, who would actually be the most useful….and whose grief with her plan would provide the most schadenfreude \"….Bella\"\n\n\"What!?\" Bella protested in surprise. A quick glance around the table she was standing at clearly proved that everyone else standing there had already been selected by Sharon for Team A, with the sole exception of herself, Liam and Liaena. \"I don't want to go with you! I'll go in with the Night Elves. Pick Liam\"\n\n\"You're too fat for them to carry you, sorry\" Liaena snapped back, before returning to looking around the room. \"We'll be creating a distraction inside the castle to draw people away from the side you lot will be getting in from. I'll make sure that they're all looking the other way\"\n\n\"Then I'll be going in with the Night Elves\" Liam observed, standing slightly away from the table at the window to look down at the castle below. Turning back to the group, his already pale skin had lightened even further to a milky grey, however he noticeably stiffened his back and his jaw as he looked up at Serphia. \"I…may require some assistance with the climb, Ma'am\"\n\n\"Oh, they'll carry you like a piece of luggage\" Liaena observed, with the caustic tone of one who had been subjected to luggagedom on many, many occasions in the past. The girl rummaged in her satchel for a moment – provoking many knee-jerk manoeuvres from Night Elves who swung around to train weapons on her – to produce a large clear bottle full of some white opaque liquid that strongly resembled milk to place it on the table. \n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"What's that?\" Serphia asked coldly after a pause, where no explanation was immediately forthcoming. \n\n\"An antidote\" \n\n\"…You have those!?\"\n\n\"I have been known to bother on occasion, yes\" Liaena remarked dryly to Rithrynn, as the one who had asked the incredulous question. The girl eyed the potion sitting on top of the table, before pointing a finger at it. \"Everyone who is going in, needs to take some of that. I'm going to be using some stuff that'll give the Hand some serious problems, and the last thing I need is you lot getting caught up in it too. Is that clear?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"The cliff-sides will not be an obstacle.\" Alissah commented dryly as she observed them from the corner of the room. Smokey, who was the one standing the closest to the enigmatic women, jerked on his shoulder before producing an odd wooden contraption featuring two pedal like levers on each side.\n\n\"If ye would but carry a rope up with ye, it won't be an issue for me either.\" Smokey commented with a large smile as he held the contraption and a bundle of rope up to the stoic Alissah.\n\"Of all here, I've probably got the biggest load to carry.\"\n\nThe woman merely stared down at the rugged dwarf in return, her grey eyes narrowing as she observed the dwarf. Not receiving any answers, Smokey raised an arm.\n\n\"Come on, lass; it's no big deal! I had better teamplayers in my last outfit, and they were all idiots!\" Smokey began to complain, the dwarf raising the volume of his voice! Simply continuing to stare back at him for a moment, Alissah eventually extended a hand out from her coat to accept the rope.\n\n\"Very well, dwarf... \"\n\nHaving observed the quarreling duo that was supposed to be his hired aide resolve their conflict on their own, Sharon returned his attention to Liaena and the Sentinels. Perhaps the first thing he noticed was the absolute suspicion that penetrated the eyes of the Night Elves as they stared down at the antitode that had been produced by Liaena as if it had been poison!\n\nDeciding to step in before any exaggerated accusations of conspiracy or trickery could be levied against Liaena by the zealous elves, Sharon picked up the bottle for all the Night Elves to see as he turned to Serphia.\n\n\"Once we leave for the castle, I will take the first sip. Do not worry, the contents are entirely safe.\" Sharon assured the Night Elves, hosting his best smile while hoping that his confidence in Liaena would rub off on the Night Elves.\n\n\"Then we each have our purpose. Liaena will take Bella with her through her airborne entry, while I will accompany Serphia's elves, Liam and our mercs on the climb.\" Sharon explained to the rest of the group, before turning to look back at Serphia.\n\"I am no seasoned climber I'm afraid. But I can shrink myself down and accompany you that way.\"\n\nSharon proposed, albeit a little bit hesitantly. Perhaps when it came to the risks of shrinking oneself around Night Elves, no one knew it better than Sharon; thanks in no small part to Rithrynn. He doubted he'd get Serphia to carry both a full sized Liam and Sharon, with all his fancy armor and gear. However, it was a compromise that he was willing to make. \n\n\"What's the worst that could happne?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
Serphia had folded her arms as Sharon had rallied to defend Liaena's potion. Truly, it made her nothing but skeptical whenever the devious little monkey produced anything from her insidious satchel. Even if the human's intentions had been completely noble, she still wouldn't blindly trust the girl. Granted, the High Elf's willingness to sacrifice himself in case the potion was a fluke or had any unforeseen side effects was enough for her to accept it. After all, if the potion should somehow lead to a spontaneous internal combustion with the imbiber, it would just be Sharon, and not one of her Night Elves that burst into flames. However, the High Elf's last suggestion of shrinking himself when coming along with them made Serphia suddenly raise an eyebrow in surprise at Sharon. "That would make it more practical, Quel'Dorei... " Serphia spoke with a more softer tone, looking down at the High Elf on the other end of the table with a more approving look. Indeed, having to drag the High Elf alongside his armor up the cliff side of the wet reef would be a task that she would very well prefer to avoid. Rithrynn on the other hand, who had been standing next to Serphia, reacted immediately by spinning around the table to lean over Sharon on the opposite side of Liaena! "Don't worry, Shaw! I'll take great care of you during the mission!" Rithrynn beamed down on him with a humongous smile, placing her hands around his shoulder. A couple of whispers and some low snickering emanated from the Night Elves in the room as they watched Rithrynn cling to Sharon, with what seemed like great amusement. Of the members from Rithrynn's warband, Serphia seemed to be the only one retaining a blank, yet slightly fuddled expression. The Captain's eyes shifted from Rithrynn, to Sharon, over to Liaena and back again to Rithrynn, as if she was genuinely unsure whether or not to exercise her indiscriminate authority, or simply not care at all.
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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.
[ { "text": "Serphia had folded her arms as Sharon had rallied to defend Liaena's potion. \n\nTruly, it made her nothing but skeptical whenever the devious little monkey produced anything from her insidious satchel. Even if the human's intentions had been completely noble, she still wouldn't blindly trust the girl. Granted, the High Elf's willingness to sacrifice himself in case the potion was a fluke or had any unforeseen side effects was enough for her to accept it. \n\nAfter all, if the potion should somehow lead to a spontaneous internal combustion with the imbiber, it would just be Sharon, and not one of her Night Elves that burst into flames.\n\nHowever, the High Elf's last suggestion of shrinking himself when coming along with them made Serphia suddenly raise an eyebrow in surprise at Sharon. \n\n\"That would make it more practical, Quel'Dorei... \" Serphia spoke with a more softer tone, looking down at the High Elf on the other end of the table with a more approving look. Indeed, having to drag the High Elf alongside his armor up the cliff side of the wet reef would be a task that she would very well prefer to avoid.\n\nRithrynn on the other hand, who had been standing next to Serphia, reacted immediately by spinning around the table to lean over Sharon on the opposite side of Liaena!\n\n\"Don't worry, Shaw! I'll take great care of you during the mission!\" Rithrynn beamed down on him with a humongous smile, placing her hands around his shoulder.\n\nA couple of whispers and some low snickering emanated from the Night Elves in the room as they watched Rithrynn cling to Sharon, with what seemed like great amusement. Of the members from Rithrynn's warband, Serphia seemed to be the only one retaining a blank, yet slightly fuddled expression. The Captain's eyes shifted from Rithrynn, to Sharon, over to Liaena and back again to Rithrynn, as if she was genuinely unsure whether or not to exercise her indiscriminate authority, or simply not care at all.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Liaena threw Rithrynn a look that was as cold as the waves outside as the Night Elf leapt to volunteer for the custody of mini-Sharon. Which was clearly only due to her responsibilities as his bodyguard, and not from any….ulterior motives….whatsoever. \n\nUhuh.\n\nUnder normal circumstances this would typically be her cue to give Rithrynn a good kick, or possibly throwing her out of the window, all normal and entirely reasonable reactions to her endless attempts to flirt with her boyfriend. In this particular instance however, the girl couldn't help but feel that the Night Elfs clinginess might for once be a good thing, insofar as ensuring Sharon's safety was concerned. And much as it grated upon her, she would sooner have to extract him with pliers a dozen times; than have him have an unwelcome appointment with the pointy end of a Runeblade. \n\n\"You'd better\" Liaena remarked finally after a long silence. Leaning over to Sharon, there was a pause where she mentally wished away every single Night Elf, Mercenary and Bella in the room behind her, before finally standing on tiptoe to plant a light kiss on his lips. \"I guess I'll see you later then\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Whut?\" Bella emitted in surprise as Liaena grabbed her by the wrist to pull her towards the door. \"We're leaving already?\"\n\n\"Well, yes. Unless anyone else had anything else to say, we're wasting time we don't have by just standing around here talking\" Liaena observed scathingly. Turning as she reached the door, she scanned the occupants of the room searchingly, eyes lingering on Serphia, Rithrynn and Sharon. \"We have our teams. You know where you're going in. Drink the damn antidote. Was there anything else, or do we get moving now?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rithrynn's willingness to put her butt between him and danger came hardly as a surprise to the High Elf. What did surprise him however was how lenient Liaena appeared to be towards Rithrynn about it. \n\n\"Was there anything else, or do we get moving now?\"\n\n\"None.\" Sharon replied, looking a little distant as the High Elf mentally counted through all the things he had scheduled for the meeting.\n\n\"If there was one thing I had forgotten by now, I probably won't remember it anyway!\"\n\nBut as Liaena and Bella left the entrance to the living room to walk out into the corridor, Alissah had suddenly began to follow them; quickly slipping out of the living room behind them. In fact, unless one had kept an eye on her the entire time, her movement through the room had been almost entirely unnoticable.\n\n\"There is one thing.\" Alissah sounded as she catched up with Bella and Liaena in the corridor.\n\nReaching a hand into her coat, she produced what seemed like a small, bronze tipped glass dart containing a white, slightly shimmering liquid that emanated a faint and yellow light. Holding it in the palm of her leather glove, she held it up Liaena.\n\n\"I noticed the dart gun of yours, and I believe you can make use of this.\" She spoke in a quiet tone, her calm demeanor only broken by the intense stare from her eyes.\n\"This dart contains a sample of holy water from a font in the Monestary of Tirisfal, its container blessed by one of the High Clerics of the Scarlet Crusade, and the needle is made out of almost complete pure trusilver metal.\" \n\nAlissah explained, taking a brief pause.\n\n\"It may be unconventional, but can weaken or outright destroy even the mightiest creations of darkness, be it demon or undead. Consider it a gift from one marked to another.\"\n\nBack in the living room, Sharon had uncorked the antitode from Liaena. He was currently staring down at the top of the bottle, as if a sense of doubt and hesitation had gripped him. All around him were the big, silver eyes of the Night Elves looking down at him with utmost curiosity, to see what disasterous thing could happen to the High Elf.\n\nSwallowing hard, Sharon raised the bottle.\n\n\"You only live once... \" He muttered, taking a deep breath before closing his eyes and chugging down a solid sip! Slamming the bottle back down on the table, the first thing he noticed was how salty and acidic his mouth tasted, a vile sensation indeed. But beyond a slight groan from his stomach, he was still alive.\n\n\"See? Not so bad?\" Sharon smiled to the rest of the Night Elves, praying that his confident words would not invite instant karma in the form of a spontaneous explosion on the spot! Handing the opaque antitode over to the nearest Night Elf, Sharon looked back at Rithrynn.\n\n\"I appreciate the support, Rithrynn.\" Sharon said, before his blue eyes drifted over to Serphia.\n\"But I think the leaders of the group must stay close together.\" \n\nAlthough part of him would prefer to stay with Rithrynn, he knew that fast and direct communication with Serphia was essential for the success of the group.\n\n\"Just... promise me you won't run off ahead into a danger zone like last time.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
Serphia's eyes narrowed down on Sharon at his suggestion of accompanying her rather than Rithrynn. It was a strange but also amusing little idea, for her to have her own tiny pocket mage! "You want to come with me?" Serphia asked as she walked around the table with long, confident strides; approaching Sharon to gaze down at the High Elf. Studying Sharon for a moment, she would eventually look towards Rithrynn who was standing next to him. "If Syn'Dial could do it in the past, it should be no problem for me." Serphia smirked, resting one hand on her hip. Rithrynn on the other hand looked thoroughly disappointed, her jaw hanging as she looked back at Sharon. "Are you sure about this?! You can still change your mind!" Rithrynn suggested, smiling weakly at Sharon while holding his arm. "Do not so be dramatic, Rithrynn. I will not break your little Quel'Dorei pet. It's a matter of pride considering that you have kept him intact for so long... " Serphia said as her eyes returned to the disappointed sentinel, the Captain rearing her butt to slump it down on the table which yielded with a pleading creak. "I have no intention of doing a worse job than you!" " ... meh," Rithrynn pouted, not as much worried about Sharon's safety as much as she was annoyed by the fact that she did not get to have him for the mission! But she could not really argue with Serphia. "I'll at least keep an eye on him!" "Do that." Serphia nodded, shifting her gaze back to Sharon. "Get to shrinking then, we leave in two." Serphia instructed, before turning her attention back to her sentinels around in the room. By this moment, none of her girls looked any happy, with a lot of sour faces going around as they had finished tasting the terrible antidote given to them by Liaena. Through the grimaces and twisted facial expressions, Serphia could see the last sentinel handing the antidote back over to Smokey before lining up. "Prepare for departure, we leave in two!"
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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.
[ { "text": "\"Great\" Bella hissed from behind Liaena's left ear, where she was also surveying the dock. \"That stupid bird of yours led us into a dead end! How are we supposed to get past that?\"\n\nLiaena was staring at the bronze doors in a manner that suggested she wished to bore a hole in them. While it was now hidden, the only exit out of the cove besides the deep inlet they had flown through, clearly lay behind it. \"I need them to bring that back down. Now\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Hester. Cmon. Take us over to that ship, would you?\" Liaena hunkered down to whisper into the owl's ear, who tilted her head back at her in a quizzical motion. \"Stay close to the water line – and don't get us spotted\"\n\n\"Li…what're you—oof!\"\n\nBella's query was lost in a gasp and clinging onto Liaena as the bird took flight again, sweeping across the still water in the shadow of the ships towards the merchant ship. Fluttering to pause near a porthole, Liaena was juggling two large sticks of dynamite in one hand and a tinderbox in the other as she struck a light, lit the ends and tossed them into the belly of the ship before Hester swooped away again. \n\nBella blanched. \"What're you doing!?\"\n\n\"Bringing the lift back\" Liaena spat as she hurled another of Smokey's 'toys' at another porthole as they passed it. Obliviously coiling rope on the main deck, the sailor glanced briefly in their direction at the faint 'thud'. \"Besides, I promised a distraction\"\n \n\"You're insane\"\n\n\"….Well, yeah. DUH.\" Liaena looked back at Bella sardonically with a lit stick of dynamite in each hand as Hester peeled away from the doomed ship to flap towards the roof of the dim cavern. Passing over the dock, she let them drop just before Hester hit the wall of the cave to scuttle into the shadow of a crevice not far from the bronze doors. \"Don't mess with my friends then\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "As the two first tiny dynamites from Liaena fell down into the belly of the ship and plonked down onto the crates that had been stacked in the ship's storage, it gained the attention of one of the two loaders.\n\nBefore he could open his mouth, the fuse reached its end, and Smokey's dynamites exploded in the cargo hold with a loud bang! Although the two dynamites were severely diminished in both size and volume from their original shape, Smokey's life philosophy of 'more is better' was readily apparent as they generated a bright flash and an ear deafening boom in the cargo hold like a pair of firecrackers from hell; swooping up a cloud of dusk from the boxes and crates!\n\n\"AAAAAAAAHHH!\"\n\"Bloody hell! Who the hell is throwing firecrackers!?\"\n\nSounded the both frightened and infuriated voices of the loading workers from the ship's belly. Up on deck, one of the sailors looked down with a smug smile.\n\n\"Did one of ye weenies shit your pants? I hope I don't have to call the cleanup crew to,-\"\n\n*BANG*\n\nSuddenly, the third dynamite that Liaena had tossed exploded not far from the sailor's feet; causing him to almost literally levitate a couple of feet off the ground as his face turned white as marble, and he fell over.\n\nA moment of silence ensued, before laughter erupted from the two loading workers in the ship's hold as they laughed at the sailor's misfortune.\n\n\"What is going on here?!\" Sounded the angry voice of one of the patrolling chevaliers who had come to inspect the commotion, and was walking up the docking ramp to the ship. Looking across the workers from behind his steel mask, his fury was obvious nonetheless.\n\n\"Are you eight?! Kids?! We are not paying you to play around. You are two hours behind schedule already! If I hear ONE more firecracker, I'm going to keelhaul the lot of you!\"\n\nThe ill-tempered chevalier was quick to get order among the ship's crew, who somberly returned to their activities of unloading the ship. As they stacked up a new set of crates on another wooden trolley, two of the loaders took it upon themselves to push it towards the bronze gate of the steam elevator.\n\n\"Bring it down, we have more cargo!\" One of the men called out. The dwarf with the blunderbuss, who was sitting next to the gate; got up on his feet to walk over to a large horn sticking out from the wall and shouted something unintelligible into it. Moments later, the heavy clanking and trembling of heavy machinery could be heard as the elevator was heading back down towards the harbor. As the bronze doors opened, the two loaders from previously came walking out of the elevator with their wooden trolley, before the second duo of workers loaded their own packed trolley onto the elevator. \n\n--------------------------------------\n\n\"Was that a genuine tone of concern that I just sensed in your voice?\" \n\nCame the comment from Sharon, as the High Elf clambered back onto Serhpia's shoulder. Brushing some dust off his robes, he looked up at the face of the Captain to throw her a smile. Unlike Rithrynn, it was quite obvious that Serphia had little experience with carrying anyone of her shoulder. If anything, it struck him that he was at best a second concern to the Captain.\n\n\"Considering where she normally keeps her passengers, I suppose I shouldn't be that surprised.\"\n\n\"And here I thought you would mark the day I suddenly disappeared and vanished without a trace with drink and celebration.\" Sharon said jokingly, before looking ahead.\n\"Thanks. I feel much more safer knowing that my prediction was not entirely true.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"Don't push your luck." Serphia said as she glared back down at the High Elf, any neutral features on her face having turned into a dark, serious expression. Eventually however, she choose to ignore the High Elf, however hard it might be considering the fact that he was quite literally sitting right next to her ear! "Let's scale this reef today, girls! Get your asses in gear!" Serphia shouted to the rest of her sentinels as they began to crowd around the nearest wall. Armed with hooks and ropes, they began to ascend the rocky walls in three waves, with Serphia climbing alongside Rithrynn and Vashi in the first wave. Although one might have assumed that gravity would be holding the most sway over the Captain, Serphia was by far the fastest climber of the group. Moving almost like an animal up the cliffside, her hands flawlessly moved into small rock crevices or outcrops in the wall as she pushed herself up. Next to her, Rithrynn was struggling to keep up with her Captain's acrobatic and ferocious climb, while Vashi was already beginning to trail behind. "Tardiness will not be tolerated!" Serphia sneered, suddenly pausing to reach down and grab Vashi before throwing her up ahead of her. Vashi flailed around with her arms as she hovered in the air for a second before she managed to get a new grip, and continued to climb; not daring to object to her Captain as they were hanging almost hundreds of feet above ground! "Y-yes, Mistress!" The climb only took some minutes before Serphia was the first one to reach the bottom of the scaffolding of the southernmost tower of the castle. With a great leap, she grabbed for the bottom of the wooden railing, before pulling herself up onto the wooden platform and immediately unsheathing her dagger. Eyes scanned her new surroundings, and quickly fell upon a lone Gnomish worker who was carrying around a bucket of paint. The Gnome, upon seeing the large and armed Night Elf suddenly leap up onto the scaffolding, immediately froze on the spot! Taking a few steps back, he opened his mouth. "H-h-hel… guar,-" *THUMP!* But the Gnome was suddenly interrupted as Rithrynn had climbed up on the scaffolding behind him, before making a quick run to kick the Gnome in the back! The result was a ferocious kick where she punted the Gnome straight past Serphia and Sharon and completely off the safety railings of the wooden scaffolding! The Gnome's terrified scream could be heard in the distance as he began to descend, before falling into the water far below with an audible splash. Serphia, with her dagger still in hand; gazed down from the scaffolding. It was impossible to see where the Gnome had fallen as the mist lay as a thick carpet across the harbor, but when she turned to look back at Rithrynn, a small smile had appeared on her lips. "Nice one, Syn'Dial. I will give you two points for the target, and three extra points for style." Serphia said with a slightly bemused tone, and Rithrynn made a quick bow as the Captain walked past her. "Thank you, mistress!" Behind them, the rest of the sentinels would eventually reach the scaffolding and clamber onto. Vashi, who had managed to fall even further behind, eventually arrived with the third wave, despite having originally joined with the first. She was noticeably more shaken in her body compared to the rest of her sisters who seemed rather affected by the climb beyond some heavier breathing, and walked in slightly unbalanced posture. "Elune!" Vashi gasped when she got a glimpse down towards the seemingly bottomless drop into the fog from the scaffolding, to the point that Rithrynn had to quickly intervene and grab her as she began to lean dangerously to either side!
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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.
[ { "text": "\"Impressive.\" Sherpa muttered when he saw the blade that Rae'liel drew in her fight against the bloodied death knight. The death knight she was up against however did not seem to even register the new blade, it's focus and hunger being solely centered on Rae'liel before it!\n\nThe fight continued, and as Rae'liel broke through the death knight's defense to strike down against it, her blade sliced down onto its left shoulder armor; penetrating through the heavy metal alloy to carve downwards through its torso and solid metal chestplate. But the sword did not go further down than just below its chest, the creature having reached forward with its left hand to grab Rae'liel's hands.\n\nAn ominous growling could be heard from behind the death knight's mask as its red eyes glared at Rae'liel from his visors.\n\nWith a sudden erratic motion of its right arm, it brought its runeblade up and slashed it across Rae'liel's torso, cutting into her armor and leaving a deep cut across her upper abdomen that gushed out blood! The strike sent Rae'liel backwards, but the Soul-Rending blade still remained lodged within the body of the death knight. The strike would have killed any living creature, but the death knight was much more akin to a marionette to the foul energies haunting its decrepit corpse. \n\n\"Such a powerful weapon you brought. I have seen demons cleave through legions with similar weapons.. \" Sherpa commented as the High Elf walked forward towards the ground where Rae'liel and the Death Knight had fought. Rae'liel currently lay on the floor, tending yet another wound, while the Death Knight walked around erratically, seemingly pained by the demonic corruption of the blade, before it fell to its knees.\n\" ... yet it's completely wasted on you. You fought as much with the blade as you did your opponent, never embracing the true potential of its corruption.\"\n\nSherpa paused, kneeling down next to the dead Captain. Placing a hand on his chest, an ominous, green light began to appear around his touch and entered the kinks and openings of the Captain's armor. As with some unholy miracle, the Captain suddenly began to move once more, his body animated by the necrotic energies that now flowed through his body.\n\nAs he stood up, his gaze moved to that of the Blood Knight who had been standing behind Rae'liel. But he was no longer standing, instead, he lay flat on the floor with a bolt entrenched in the back of his armor. Further up, in one of the towers, stood a hideous figure; an old man carrying a crossbow, missing one eye, while his other eye was abnormally large and tainted by a yellow color. As he stared down at the chaos below, he gestured towards Sherpa, who nodded in return.\n\n\"You know... \" Sherpa said as he gazed out at the carnage around him and Rae'liel.\n\"I never realized how much I missed war until you came to visit. The confines of the office space and dull meetings have taken up too much of my time as of late. And so far that, I suppose I should thank you.\" \n\nSherpa said as he gestured towards Rae'liel lying on the ground before him. Behind him, the now undead Captain walked over to the staggered death knight, to help him draw the demonic blade out from his body.\n\n\"For that, I will not kill you... not now at least.\" Sherpa smiled, extending a hand towards Rae'liel. As he did, it could feel as if she was suddenly grasped by a series of ice cold, invisible hands all around her that rose her up into the air; causing her to hang in front of him.\n\"I understand my brother and his lackeys are still running free in my castle. I think you deserve to see them die before the end. Just to realize that this plan never really stood a chance in the first place.\" \n\nSherpa cocked his head as he studied Rae'liel.\n\n\"I hate to give false hope, you see.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Liaena glowered after Serphia as the big Night Elf stepped away, the words 'degenerated midget' still ringing in the room. \"Why don't you just go and - mmph!\"\n\n\"Would don't you just go and shut up!\" \nBella hissed into her ear after a large purple hand landed over Liaena's mouth, with Rithrynn nodding and smiling after her Captain. \"Yes Mistress! Of course Mistress!\"\n\n\"You might want to leave it\" Liam added dubiously, also looking after Serphia nervously as he got up to brush himself off. \"For a moment there, I thought that was going to get nasty\"\n\n\".....\"\n\n\"Fine...\" Liaena grumbled through Rithrynn's hand. Giving the Night Elf a poke, Rithrynn gave her a warning glare of 'don't you dare!' in return as she finally released the girl and stepped away. \"There's a Death Knight following me\"\n\n\"....What?\"\n\n\"That was a Death Knight!?\" \nBella enquired suddenly from her shoulder. Liaena glanced briefly in her direction. \"Probably. Undead as well. I think\"\n\n\"Wonderful\" Liam muttered faintly, trailing after the girl as she made a beeline for Serphia, looking up at Sharon where he sat on her shoulder. \"These tombs are a maze, Sharon. Hester was helping me navigate, but she got cut by some sort of Giant Undead thing, with a Runeblade. I think I lost it back in the tunnels, but it's probably looking for us now\"\n\n\"Got cut? Ow\" Liam enquired as he reached for the small bird resting on top of her satchel, the owl rewarding him with a peck as he lifted her up to examine her severed feathers carefully. \"...this is infected already, Liaena. It needs cleaning\"\n\n\"I know. Hold her still, would you?\" Liaena responded as she produced a small vial out of her bag, the owl giving her a clear 'don't you dare!' look as she started to try and struggle out of Liam's restraining hands. \"Now don't be such a baby. It's for your own good\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Squawks of fear and dread soon filled the otherwise dead silence of the catacombs they were in, as Hester was administered the potion by Liaena; all the while flapping her wings around and twisting and turning like a frenzied ball of feathers as she was being held by Liam, the latter making sure to hold his face a good way away from the rabid owl for obvious safety issues and concerns for his eyes! "That thing was guiding you through this place? Rithrynn suddenly asked as she looked over Liaena's shoulder as she stood behind the girl, now donning a look of confusion as she looked down at Hester. "How does that thing even knows where anything is in this castle!?" Rithrynn inquired, obviously not satisfied with the idea that Hester possessed some innate, magical clairvoyant powers! A more likely scenario in her mind would be that the cursed owl was obviously just following the trail of the scent of a chocolate bar dropped by one of the White Hand mercenaries. "Feathered glutton!" Serphia, wiping off a last smirk of delight; turned to look towards the entrance to the catacombs. For a couple of moments, she merely stared through the clearing clouds of mist and into the seemingly endless darkness of the catacombs. "So... the dungeons are through the catacombs somewhere... " She muttered, her eyes shifting over to Liaena who was trying to heal a rather ungrateful owl! " ... who obviously have more than two exits, considering that she came from them." Serphia reasoned as she looked down at the smaller High Elf sitting on her shoulder. Motioning behind her with one hand, the sentinel Vashi suddenly stepped up besides her. "Oh, anything you need, mistress?!" Vashi exclaimed, seemingly hyper at a chance of getting to prove her worth. Not answering her question verbally, Serphia instead pointed at the tenebrous catacombs in front of them. Soon realizing what she meant, Vashi summoned a magical sphere of light which she launched in a slow-moving pace through the air and into the catacombs ahead of them, illuminating their path and chasing away the shadows. Although Serphia and her elves may have had a naturally superior night vision than that of the rest of the 'lesser races' in the group, the idea of friendly fire from the latter in case something spooked them in the catacombs did not fly well with her. And neither did the idea of Smokey trying to trail through the labyrinth ahead in complete blindness, fearing that if the dwarf simply fell he might prematurely detonate his explosive and wipe out the party there and then! "By the way, next time you see a coffin or any woeful object come flying towards me, do try to do something other than just watching." Serphia finally added as she looked towards Sharon as she began to step towards the entrance to the catacombs.
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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.
[ { "text": "\"…Shoo…Shoo!\" Kathlin gasped as she flapped her hands at the wraith clinging to her tightly. The shade emitted a sort of screechy-snarly noise as she batted at it, before sinking its claws deeper into her neck and shoulders. \"Ow. Go on, get off. No completed rituals today, thank you\"\n\n*\n\n\"Who, me!?\" Bella squeaked in a tone several steps higher than her usual octave as she tried to bury herself inside Liaena's pocket. Liaena herself had gone extremely pale and somewhat glassy-eyed as she stared at the hordes of uncontrolled spirits, trying to form words that didn't seem eager to come any time soon. \n\nAlso dangling from Rithrynn's hands, Liam stiffened his back as he focused on the first wave of ghosts flooding down towards them. \"Rest in peace, lost souls\"\n\nAs the wraiths swooped towards the group, one of them immolated on the spot to leave nothing but a small cloud of mist as the others sped straight for Rithrynn, Sharon and the others. Of the ghast that was gunning for Rithrynn, it crashed into a hastily conjured shield as Liam rattled off frantic prayers under his breath, before also going up in a burst of flames. \n\n\"Haah…nice one, Gray. I told you we'd got this!\" Bella said cheerfully as she poked her head up again from Liaena's pocket. Glancing around as a conjured ball of fire appeared in her hand, she proceeded to lean forward and lob it across the room at a spirit menacing Vashi, which screamed with pain at the effrontery. \n\n*\n\n\"I….I'm sorry for what happened to you. I really am\" Kathlin told the wraith that was still trying to sink it's claws into her eyes. The girl was still managing to stay upright and walking, albeit at a tortuously slow pace, and was entirely oblivious to the battle in the room beyond the one taking place in her mind. But now, you need to go – Light take you, and go!\"\n\nA glow of holy light emanated from the girl at her last word, causing the ghost to shriek in pain even as it clung on ever more stubbornly. Kathlin gritted her teeth as knives attacked her head again, and her knees buckled to land on the floor. \"Whatever your god was…go to that. That's where you belong, not here inside my head\"\n\n*\n\n\"Kitty!? KITTY! Hang on!\" \nLiam yelled as he tried to pull free of Rithrynn's iron grip, the Night Elf apparently unwilling to let go of her literal human shields anytime soon. Fixating on the dark cloud enveloping the girl, the priest muttered the frantic words of a prayer just as Kathlin reached up again to try and yank the wraith from her head; the ghost producing yet another horrible wail as it was lit up with holy fire.", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The monstrous wraith that was trying to possess Kathlin howled with a deafening voice as its dark being was lit on fire by holy magic! It raised a shadowy arm, unnaturally long claws now extended and ready to strike as it aimed down at Kathlin, now seemingly more interested in outright killing her than possessing her.\n\nYet as it lounged forward to strike at Kathlin, the wraith dissipated in a cloud of darkness around Kathlin with a chilling howl that signaled its demise.\n\n\"No! You have ruined my work!\" Sevarian growled as he saw his creation dissipate around a rather stunned Kathlin. Turning towards Vashi who was currently in the process of casting a spell, Sevarian enacted a sudden counter spell, causing the arcane energies summoned by Vashi to suddenly implode between her hands before violently shooting outwards in a shockwave that knocked both her and her nearby sisters into the surrounding floor and walls with breath-taking force!\n\nBut as he was about to cast another spell, an arcane bolt came towards him like a cannonball, fired by Sharon who was standing on Serphia's shoulder. Sevarian barely had time to raise his staff and block it, the arcane bolt exploding in a loud noise as it was deflected by his magical staff.\n\n\"We need to finish this before more reinforcements show up!\" Sharon called out to Serphia's face beside him, urging her to bring an end to the fight.\n\nThe spirits that had previously occupied the room had now dwindled in number as some of them had been exorcised by the holy magic of Liaena's colleagues, but with the death of what seemed like the main apparition around Kathlin, their ethereal beings began to fade, and some outright disappeared in the air.\n\nThe reanimated trolls, and about four cultists, were still roaming about, now finally focusing their deadly claws and spells at the intruders now as the spirits began to disappear.\n\nAlissah had left the main group and rushed forward to Kathlin, before pulling a pistol out of her pocket and aiming it directly at Kathlin!\n\nBefore Kathlin could say a word, Alissah had fired off a sanctified bullet from her flintlock pistol that snapped past Kathlin's cheek, before an audible growl emanated from behind her as one of the undead trolls that had been rushing towards her was struck down by Alissah's bullet, crumbling in a limp pile behind her!\n\n\"Come with me!\" Alissah shouted as she extended an arm to grab Kathlin's hand and yanked the debilitated priestess apprentice with her, while simultaneously holstering her pistol and unsheathing a truesilver shortsword to meet the next threat that might come at them!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
As the number of evil spirits in the room began to dwindle, the threat image now changed from being gassy, ethereal angry spirits to marauding, bloodthirsty undead trolls that were now charging at them with their teeth and fangs! Drawing the conclusion that Liaena and Liam, and especially Bella, would not be able to provide much in the way of protection or defense against the incoming trolls, Rithrynn decided to drop them all; letting them fall to the ground with a thud as the sentinel drew her bow and a handful of arrows in her right hand. "Heads down!" She called out to Liam and Liaena currently lying flat on the floor in front of her as the Night Elf began to rapidly fire off arrows in quick succession at the incoming trolls, already holding a handful of arrows in her draw hand leading to a remarkably quick reload! The first incoming undead troll roared as the first arrow penetrated its head, twisting its neck around with a crunch as the body slumped to the ground, legs tumbling through the air. The second arrow found its way into the lower abdomen of the troll right behind it, slowing it down. It growled, before a third arrow struck it in the upper chest. Stunned for a brief moment, the troll became easy picking as another one of the sentinels, wielding a razor sharp curved blade with a long handle brought her blade to bear against the troll in a swooping strike that completely severed the troll's head from the rest of the body, causing it to collapse on the floor. "Shield me, Vashi!" Serphia called out as she was about to charge, only to pause when she received no answer. "Vashi?" She asked, turning to look around, only to notice Vashi alongside two other sentinels lying against the wall, all of them drifting in and out of conscience as the fight seemed to have been struck out of them for the time being. "By Elune's divine ass, perfect timing to go down, Vashi... " Glowering at Vashi who was now out of the fight, Serphia turned to look to the little High Elf sitting next to her on her shoulder. "I'm putting too much trust in you! Don't let me down!" Serphia warned, before she rushed off towards Sevarian who was about to recover from Sharon's spell. Behind her she was accompanied by two of her sentinels, defending her flanks! One of the undead troll had spotted her and was charging towards her, but was hit and stunned by an arrow from Rithrynn before promptly being sliced in half by Serphia as the ferocious Night Elven Captain charged past it! As the dark mage attempted to cast another spell, Serphia swiftly stepped forward and brought her right blade in a sweeping motion against the human, swiping his staff aside! No later than as his arm was tossed aside with the staff had she already brought her left sword in a cutting motion against the less protected underside of Sevarian's arm, cutting through some of the ringmail and causing a wave of blood to gush forth! She came at him like a whirlwind of blades, interrupted only by sudden sharp thrusts with her swords at any openings she spotted in the man's armor. "Let me show you the death you so much praise, Necromancer!" Serphia called out as she more than remembered Sevarian from their earlier duel in the sewer, her eyes constantly watching his hands in case the dark mage would attempt any cheap shots like last time! A murderous instinct had taken over the Night Elven Captain completely, her silver eyes preying on Sevarian as if he had been the only thing in the world! Her dual swords danced like lethal serpents through the air, and even a glancing blow was enough to leave a sizeable dent in his armor and push him back! It was no less than a millenia of swordsmanship that was now brought to bear against the lone human, by a Night Elf much larger than him who seemed to have had already decided his fate!
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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.
[ { "text": "\"RITHRYNN! Stick this in that thing!\"\n\n\"This is not the time for cheap innuendos, Li!\" Rithrynn called back as she dodged away from the Death Knight just as it flailed its Runeblade around in a sweeping arc around him, the Night Elf still keeping her eyes on her opponents. She had fought a number of different creatures and entities before, but this Death Knight, ironically enough, seemed to just refuse to die!\n\n\"Light! I didn't mean like that!\"\n\n\"I am in a fight here! Can we do it later?!\" Rithrynn yelled back at Liaena as the Sentinel was about to reach for her bow.\n\n\"You big, fu... god-dammit! Just CATCH!\"\n\n\"What?!\" Rithrynn turned around just in time to see the shorter human girl as Liaena tossed a small dart towards her. Letting her hand leave her bow, the Night Elf immediately reached out to catch the incoming object in her glove to give her a look. Now lying in the base of her palm was a small, rather innocuous looking dart. \n\n\"I'm going to need something bigger... \" Rithrynn muttered, turning to give Liaena a look as the human jumped up and down(or at least as much as she could with the gunk immobilizing her).\n\n\"IT'S BIG ENOUGH!\" Liaena roared back, her voice reaching a volume that was quite surprising for the human's otherwise small frame!\n\n\"Hmpfh, fine!\" Rithrynn gazed at Liaena for a moment, before turning the dart around in her hand to hold it in an underhand grip. Moving her attention back to the Death Knight, Rithrynn's eyes met with those of her battle sister Aleena who was doing most of the melee fighting with the Death Knight on the opposite side.\n\n\"Danin el Faror im'lel(Give me an opening!)!\" Rithrynn called to her in Darnassian, and Aleena nodded in return. The Death Knight, who seemed indecisive about which Sentinel he should attack first, soon turned to Aleena just as the Sentinel launched herself at him in a savage strike with her saber.\n\nAs the Death Knight turned his back to Rithrynn, the Night Elf dashed forward to approach the Death Knight from behind! But as she was less than four feet behind him, the Death Knight suddenly spun around with his Runeblade. It was pure instinct that made Rithrynn immediately dodge as she saw the Runeblade come around in a spinning attack, the blade passing mere centimeters above her ears and hood as the more than seven feet tall Night Elf made herself shorter than the six feet death Knight in the blink of an eye! \n\nThe Death Knight's decision of switching targets was immediately punished by Aleena as the Sentinel brought her two handed saber down in a heavy strike against the corner of the Death Knight's neck, cutting through what little armor was there and burying her elven blade into his flesh!\n\nThe Death Knight reacted immediately, spinning around in yet another strike against Aleena, but Rithrynn's sister had already moved back as the Runeblade came for her. Instead, now it was Rithrynn's turn, as the Night Elf had already set herself a target on the Death Knight's body; the large gap in his armor from where Rae'liel's blade had almost carved through him.\n\nWith a fast and dextrous arm movement, Rithrynn rose to her feet, before neatly ramming the dart into the opening of his armor with such force that she almost crushed the dart in the process, and buried both the needle tip of the dart, as well as a small portion of the base of the dart as well, into the Death Knight's flesh!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "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.", "username": "Feisty-Pants", "char_name": null } ]
" ... 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! "Typical Blood Elves!" ... However, 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! Finally, 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. "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! "That´s... a problem." Although 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. Looking 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. "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., Turning 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. "She definitely took a hit!" "Fire, I´ll need fire... " Serphia muttered to herself, before she looked to Sharon whom she had placed on the floor next to her. Putting 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. "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. While 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! "You will thank me for this later!"
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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.
[ { "text": "As her blade gained a red tint in the fires of Sharon's magic, Serphia would lift the blade back up and hold it up to her face to inspect the now glowing red blade. The heat that now filled the blade radiated through the air to the point she could already feel her skin becoming warm as she merely held it close.\n\n\"This will do.\" She concluded after inspecting the blade, before turning to look to Rae'liel. \n\"Now be a nice girl and sit still!\"\n\nSerphia said, before the Night Elf reaffirmed her grip around Rae'liel's mouth with such strength that her head was effectively pinned back against the wall.\n\nWithout a shed of remorse, Serphia brought the searing hot blade down to Rae'liels abdomen where the gashing wound still played host to a stream of blood. But as the super hot metal of the blade came in contact with the blood, a loud hissing sound could be heard as an excruciating pain shot through the Blood Elf's body. Though whatever the Blood Elf's instincts may have urged her to do, she still found herself unable to move her head as Serphia still held it pinned to the uncomfortable stone wall behind her!\n\nThe torment continued on for an agonizing ten seconds as Serphia prodded around on her wound with her glowing hot blade, during which Rae'liel produced at least a dozen of different facial expressions! Finally, Serphia released the Blood Elf's head as she retreated her blade back.\n\nThe bleeding had stopped, as Rae'liel's wound had been seared shut. Resting the searing hot tip of her sword against the floor next to her, Serphia sat on her kness in front of Rae'liel as the Night Elven Captain gazed down at the Blood Elf with a curious gaze.\n\n\"Feeling better?\" She asked with a smile, not looking sorry in the slightest for her recent medical procedure. If anything, possibly even proud!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Rae'liel - Not-so-Honored Guest\n\nThe world was fading rapidly, it was an odd sinking, floating sensation. Once she had known pain and agony, but such a feeling had rapidly faded in the face of death's shadow as it gradually came for her. Darkness grew deeper, light faded, and the pained expression she once held grew into a serene smile. She was finally going home to him. Before her an endless field of tall grass grew, and she could see him, the tall elegant figure that he had always been. In both the fading life she held and the dream within her arm slowly rose to reach forward to touch his shoulder. \n\nAnd then there was a flicker, a fickle flame that subtly burned the sky in the distance. It was befuddling at first, until other murmured voices began to shout and yell. Unable to understand them, her eyes searched frantically in a perplexed expression about her as the heat from the flame grew.\n\nThen, a hand clasped against her mouth. Rendering her unable to move or scream as her dream faded away. Her paradise had left her again. Closed eyelids shot open to see Serphia holding a white hot blade just inches from the long cut inflicted upon her abdomen. Blood loss left her in befuddled wonderment as to what the massive behemoth of a Night Elf was going to do until the blade touched her skin. Suddenly, very suddenly, the Sin'Dorei screamed in muffled agony as the cauterization took place. The agony by which only deepened further as the blade touched her thrice more times.\n\nAlmost mockingly, the half-troll nitwit asked if she felt better.\n\nThough her internal injuries were severe, and shock was settling in from the agonizing burns that line her stomach, Rae'liel was still able to crack a sardonic, morbid grin.\n\n\"You should have let me die, you fools.\"", "username": "Feisty-Pants", "char_name": null } ]
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. "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. "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." Serphia 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. "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. "Right now we need to get out of here alive first!" And 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. Finally 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. Waiting 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. Perhaps 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. Serphia 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. "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. "It wouldn't surprise me if this was the work of that midget Rithrynn keeps dragging around."
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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.
[ { "text": "Rithrynn had no sooner gotten a glimpse of Sherpa as he stood in the hallway, pointing his Runeblade at the group, before Liaena had promptly decided to blow up the entire corridor!\n\nAs rocks and dust flew in every direction, Rithrynn was left coughing in the thick cloud of dust that now filled the corridor. By the time she could see anything, there was nothing but a heavy wall of rubble ahead of her where Sherpa had once stood.\n\n\"Elune!\" Rithrynn emitted with a shock and covered her mouth in dread with her hands, though quickly changed her tone when she realized that others were listening.\n\n\"Look! Look! Look what I found!\" Sounded the cheerful voice of Aleena, as through the dust, the Sentinel could be seen holding up the Death Knight's runeblade triumphantly in the air over her.\n\"I killed a Death Knight! I killed a Death Knight!\"\n\n\"Well congratulations... \" Rithrynn muttered as a reply to the celebrating Aleena, who had wasted no time in taking all the credit for the kill. The tales of Alissah's dart or Rithrynn's help had apparently long since been forgotten.\n\n\"And no one take his head; it's mine!\"\n\nAleena warned as she picked up the Death Knight's head that had fallen out of his helmet, which she began to strap to her belt as a savage trophy. This was all of no consequence to Rithrynn however, as the Sentinel's attention had long turned to Liaena and her peers that were standing closest to the rubble.\n\n\"Li, are you alright?\" \n\nRithrynn asked as she neared the group. Despite looking a little disoriented, Liaena seemed to be in one piece, standing next to Kathlin, Liam and a floating Alissah. The Night Elf cast a quick glance at Alissah, remembering how little she actually knew about the human female. In fact, Rithrynn couldn't even remember her name, but the fact that she now laid wounded made her feel a little bit guilty for forgetting it!\n\n\"Li, we need to,-\" Rithrynn said as she approached Liaena, but just as her eyes fell on the girl, she also noticed something behind her. A pair of ghostly arms were approaching Liaena from behind, carrying a set of scalpels, both aimed at Liaena's unsuspecting neck.\n\n\"GET DOWN!\"\n\nRithrynn shouted, stabbing a hand forth to push Liaena down just as a set of scalpels sliced above her head in a scissor-like movement. Not taking a second to even contemplate the near-death-experience of her friend, Rithrynn had already taken her arms around Liaena as she pulled in the human with all her strength to release her from her own gunk that was tying her to the floor. \n\nThe process of releasing the human from the gunk was anything but pleasant to the girl, and probably not much more for Bella who was squeezed into Liaena's chest by the Night Elf's arms. A series of cracks could be heard coming from Liaena's skeleton as her feet were torn out of the gunk, a process in which Liaena also grew by a couple of inches in height as well!\n\n\"Ghosts! Ghosts! Move it!\" \n\nRithrynn screamed as she succeeded in pulling Liaena out of her own self-made gunk, and no later began sprinting down the corridor in the opposite direction of the incoming specters, leaving Kathlin and Liam in the dust behind! Aleena had no sooner seen Rithrynn storm past her with the gunk-covered human in her arms, before the sentinel also followed suit, carrying her saber in one hand, scavenged Runeblade in her other and with the Death Knight's head hanging from her hips!\n\n\"Wait for me!\"\n\nThe rest of the Night Elves were already ahead, and soon found Rithrynn rapidly catching up with them at an alarming pace!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "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.\"", "username": "Feisty-Pants", "char_name": null } ]
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. "You WHAT?" Serphia suddenly exclaimed as she looked down at the Blood Elf. "You could have blown us to pieces! There was no way for you to know,-" "Who's there?!" Suddenly 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. Serphia bit her tongue, her eyes glaring out to her side as she spoke softly to Rae'liel. "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! "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. Seconds 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! It 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! Without 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. "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. "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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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.
[ { "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!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"You should have left me to die, I could have bought you more time.\"\n\n\"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.\n\n\"I thought Night Elves were supposed to be good at stealth!\"\n\nSharon 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.\n\n\"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.\n\nAlas, that seemed to not be the case!\n\n\"You said you had a spell in case I fell.\" \n\n\"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.\n\nSharon 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.\n\nBeneath 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.\n\n\"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. \n\nThis 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!\n\nSharon 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.\n\n\"That was close... \"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
*Bonk* "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. "Whut? ... " ... "Goddess!" Serphia exclaimed when she realized that she was again falling, and this time, Sharon had teleported away from them! "I knew I couldn't trust that Quel'Dorei!" "Hold on!" Serphia 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. The shadow, belonging to no one else but Serphia and Rae'liel as they fell towards the tiny High Elf! It 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. There was no trace of the little High Elf, Sharon, who at that point was firmly entrenched within the confinements of Serphia's rear. After 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. "Are you okay?" She asked, the Captain's features looking quite weathered as she was still panting.
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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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It was perhaps no surprise that the human youngsters couldn't keep up with the long strides nor the superior physical conditioning of the Night Elves.\n\n\"I thought humans were faster than that... \"\n\nIt was an awkward moment indeed, as Rithrynn contemplated on what to do, all the while receiving a very, very dark stare from Liaena.\n\n\"Dashi(halt)!\" Rithrynn called out in Darnassian, and the fleeing group of elves would immediately stop to look to her.\n\"Where's the humans?\"\n\n\"Right there?\" One of the sentinels would suggest while meekly nodding her head in the direction of Liaena that Rithrynn was currently holding. If she had a hand available, Rithrynn would have been covering her face with her palm at that point, but merely shook her head instead to look at her other sisters.\n\n\"We had three other humans - where are they?!\"\n\n\"So we were not leaving them behind as bait?\"\n\n\" ... yes!\"\n\n\"Ohhhh!\"\n\nIt was hard for her to believe it, but in that moment; part of Rithrynn actually missed the presence of mistress Serphia!\n\n\"We need to get them back; that Kat girl was also the reason we came to this castle in the first place! This was a rescue mission, remember!\" Rithrynn explained, before pointing at two of the nearest sentinels. Of the four other sentinels, two of them had been wounded, and two of them were supporting the former.\n\n\"Aleena, Lithriell, I need you to get those humans back!\" Rithrynn instructed, only to receive rather annoyed looks in return.\n\n\"But they're just humies, we need to get out of here!\" Aleena complained, the Sentinel looking none to happy about going back, and more concerned about getting out with her loot!\n\n\"Mistress Serphia wanted them alive. Do you want to explain to her why we lost most of our humans during the escape? Right after she left us with them?!\"\n\nNeither Aleena nor Lithriell said anything. None of them seemed to like the idea of having to explain such a failure to their mistress. Instead, the two sentinels exchanged looks, before they both began to run back for Kathlin and Liam!\n\nFinding the priests and apprentices was a rather easy task, as it didn't take long after Aleena and Lithriell had left the group before a giant explosion of light emanated from one of the corridors further ahead, followed by the angry moans of evil spirits!\n\nAs they approached Kathlin and Liam, Aleena would be the first to shout out in dismay.\n\n\"Once we are out of this place, I'm putting every midget and monkey Rithrynn brings with her under an obligatory marathon test run!\" Aleena complained as she stormed up to Kathlin, sheathing her long two handed saber behind her back. Grabbing Kathlin in one arm and holding her over the bobbing head of the Death Knight tied to her waist, while holding her looted Runeblade in her other, Aleena would turn around to run the other way; Alissah bobbing more rapidly after her as Kathlin still had not let go of the woman. Liam was grabbed by Lithriell, who hoisted him up behind her shield and up onto her shoulder before running after Aleena, and giving Liam a clear view of her own back as well as the tunnel behind her where the angry howls from the spirits could still be heard through the darkness!\n\n\"On our next mission, remind me to tell the Mistress to shrink all of our human aide. It would make it easier to carry them at least!\" Aleena complained to Lithriell as the two sentinels were running with their human luggage back towards the group of Sentinels and Liaena further up ahead.\n\n*\n\nBack at the group, while waiting for Aleena and Lithriell to return, Rithrynn would cast a look around at the other members, her eyes eventually falling on Liaena whom she had placed down on the floor for the moment.\n\n\"I never thought I would say this, but I actually miss Serphia... a little bit.\" She would mutter in a low voice to Liaena to avoid the rest of her sisters overhearing it.\n\nBut perhaps a more pressing matter on Rithrynn's mind in that moment was the fact that she genuinely had no idea where the were going. The corridors beneath Honor's Watch were like a giant, underground labyrinth, and she had little clue as to where they should even begin to walk. She only had memory of the way they had come from, to the surface, but that path had long since been sealed off due to the cave in. \n\n\"You wouldn't... happen to know... where the nearest exit is?\" Rithrynn would ask in a nonchalant, dis-attached manner to Liaena who was standing next to her, trying to underplay the severity of the disastrous situation that they currently found themselves in!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Rae'liel - The Not-so-Honored Guest\n\nA Seagull had intercepted their path of descent.\n\nA god-forsaken piece of scavenging fowl had managed to almost get her and a Night Elf killed! All because some silly Magi had managed to somehow miniaturize himself and make his already unstable magic even more-so! Not even affording herself a chance to screwm as she fell as the pain she had was already severe, the sudden crash that left her broken and battered form sprawled unceremoniously across the Night Elven Captain's lap.\n\nOnly managing a pained gasp as she managed to catch her breadth again, the Quel'dorei glared gloweringly at Serphia as she collected herself a minute amount. Weakly she grimaced all the same as she floated somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness. \n\n\"L-Let's get out of here. Light damn you. Where the hell did that midget disappear to?\"", "username": "Feisty-Pants", "char_name": null } ]
"L-Let's get out of here." "I know just the place." Having noticed Rae'liel's weakened state, Serphia had produced a green vial from a small pouch hanging by her chestguard containing a stamina potion that she handed over to the Blood Elf. "Where the hell did that midget disappear to?" Serphia's eyes would return back down to the Blood Elf lying in her lap, before the Night Elven Captain would suddenly awkwardly look to the side. "I... think we landed on him." Serphia would reply as she glanced carefully back at the Blood Elf, whose eyes seemed to open at her explanation. As she sat with the Blood Elf in her lap, she could feel the ever distracting sensation coming from the tiny High Elf now firmly confined within her butt as it wriggled around in defiance! Realizing that the Blood Elf still was looking at her and seeming to await a further explanation, Serphia would tilt her head ever so slightly to the side. "By we, I mean I... " "So that means,- "He's in my ass." Serphia finally admitted, shuffling her butt ever so slightly around where she sat with the Blood Elf in her lap. "And quite deep too, thanks to you falling on me."
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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.
[ { "text": "\"Find the lift that you blew up? Oki, gottit!\" Rithrynn replied with a sense of snarky enthusiasm to Liaena as she began to move, weathering another dark stare from the human. Rithrynn began to march past the group and into the first corridor on the left, when Aleena stepped up behind her.\n\n\"Do you even know where we are?\" She protested, the sentinel not appearing none to happy with the plan.\n\n\"Nope.\" Rithrynn replied bluntly as she marched on, the rest of the party, including humans and Night Elves following behind her.\n\"But I intend to find out! Sitting around is not going to help!\"\n\nRithrynn reasoned, as she continued to march down the corridor at a hurried pace, which while it required fast walking from her sisters spurned the humans and Liaena to almost begin running to keep up with them. Deeper inside the reef past the tenuousness and enroaching darkness of the corridors, Rithrynn could hear the distant echoes from the haunting wails produced by the angry spirits that were following them. No doubt they hadn't given up the chase, but Rithrynn had no intention of stopping and setting up a welcoming party with a human banquet for them either!\n\n\"Why do we even have to worry about ghosts? I thought we specifically brought the midgets for ghost-busting purposes.\" Lithriell complained in a hushed voice as they walked through the dark maze of corridors, motioning towards Liaena and her comrades. \n\n\"They're just not... \" Rithrynn answered, though bit her lip halfway through her explanation.\n\"One of them used to be a good priestess, but got desecrated and lost her powers. The rest are, uhm, I think expendable apprentices, I think the church sent them with us hoping that we'd get them killed.\"\n\n\"If we really needed divine magic, we should just have brought Moon Priestess Vallithiel.\"\n\n\"First, Vallithiel is in Kalimdor, so unless you want to swim across the great sea, be my guest.\" Rithrynn replied, nudging Lithriell's shoulder as they walked.\n\"Second, if she found out we were infiltrating a human fort right in the middle of Stormwind, she would kill us. And mistress Serphia! You do realize we are committing an act of war, don't you?\"\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\"I have always wanted to start my own war.\" Lithriell smiled, but before she could say a word more, Rithrynn had suddenly lashed her arm out against her to push her head down behind a crate! The party had just stepped out from the narrow confines of the corridor into what seemed like a large and open storage area, the same storage area that Liaena, Bella and Hester had arrived through earlier after sabotaging the elevator. Motioning for the rest of the group to stay low behind her, Rithrynn peered out across the storage area, spotting a few shapes of workers and soldiers in the room. However, even her elven vision did not allow her to see through the many crates that lay in the room, piled up into big towers and rows upon rows of shelves that blocked much of her vision. But through it all, she did manage to spot a pair of large, brass doors that were halfway open.\n\n\"I think I found the elevator!\" Rithrynn whispered to the rest of the group, as she motioned with her head over the crates they were hiding behind.\n\n\"Good job, good job, you found a non-functional elevator.\" Aleena commented with a rather unimpressed expression as she glared at Rithrynn.\n\"You might as well toss yourself off the wall. What are we to do with a destroyed elevator?\"\n\nAleena asked, while the sentinel made no attempt to hide the contemptuous and accusing glare that she occasionally threw Liaena while talking.\n\n\"How about we kill all the apes in the room, toss them down the elevator shaft, and use the corpse pile to soften our fall?\" Lithriell would suddenly suggest with an enthusiastic smile, raising her spear and shield eagerly!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Rae'liel - A Gluteus Maximus Problem\n\nHaving been handed a potion, the newly stripped Paladin glared distrustfully for a moment at the Night Elven Captain. Balancing the vial in her hands, the burning sensation about her waist from the agonizing wounds that had been dealt only added further to the desperation of the situation.\n\n\"I swear, Night-Elf. If this is some kind of trickster poison...\"\n\nPopping the cork off, the Sin'dorei brought the vial to her lips and downed the entire liquid swiftly. Upon finishing, she sputtered briefly at the bitter taste. Wiping her lips with an arm as her usual elegance had long faded in the presence of numerous wounds and now incredibly painful burns, she could feel the pain fading.\n\n\"...\"\n\nNot even offering a word of thanks, Serphia quickly changed the conversation to one of worriment about where Sharon had disappeared to. He was certainly missing, though where he had gone off to was a greater concern. Once she discerned where the poor shrunken Magi was, the Blood Elf actually hurriedly sprung to her feet. Even though she herself wasn't necessarily in the most appropriate garb for the moment, as most of it had been CUT OFF BY THE NIGHT ELF.\n\n\"It isn't my fault! It's clearly yours for not having the coordination to land on your feet! I thought that Night Elves were supposed to have some feline grace! It doesn't matter, get him out of there before he suffocates and let'e s escape!\"", "username": "Feisty-Pants", "char_name": null } ]
"get him out of there before he suffocates and let'e s escape!" "He'll be fine," The Night Elven Captain would reply as she leaned forward before rising up to stand on her feet, towering yet again over the Blood Elf in front of her as she rested a hand against her hips. "Trust me, I've done this before." Serphia said before she was about to take a step past Rae'liel, when she suddenly realized the long stare she was receiving from the Blood Elf. Pausing, she turned to look back down at her. "What I'm saying is, there will be time to get him out later. He can wait, we can not! Right now, we need to get out of here ourselves. Half the harbor must have seen us when we jumped from that fort!" Serphia explained while pointing over the wall behind her, where voices could be heard from the other side. Before the Blood Elf would have a chance to mount another complaint, Serphia had grabbed Rae'liel's arm and pulled the Blood Elf with her as if she had been a mother dragging her child to the healer! "Ohhh, and a 'thank you', the next time I rescue you would be very appreciated!" Kicking the doors to the yard open, she dashed with Rae'liel behind her out into the shady alleyway of the harbor, heading towards the point where she and her warriors had left their nightsabers. However, as she was about to pass a crossroad where the alleyway split into four directions, she suddenly heard the clattering of plate mail as three men were coming towards them from the corner to their right. Immediately stopping, Serphia would hide behind the corner against the building as they approached. The first man to cross the corner was wearing a Stormwind guard uniform, in his platemail with a long blue tabard running down his torso. However, the moment he as much as saw Serphia as he passed the building corner, the Night Elf had shot the back of her mailed fist right into the man's visor. It was a loud "BONK", followed by an "Urghh" from the man as he fell backwards and into the ground. The second guard turned around, just in time to see Serphia as she kicked him in the base of his chestplate with the back of her boot, and he flew two feet back and crashed into the wall, losing his shield! The third guardsman had gotten all the way around the corner when he turned around, and saw Rae'liel. When he did, he unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the Blood Elf. "Stop! Stop, in the name of king! This is.... uhh, where are your clothes, milady?" The man suddenly asked, blushing through the visor of his helmet as he looked at Rae's rather exposed figure with confusion.
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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.
[ { "text": "\"Hello…\" Liam uttered monosyllabically, looking none too happy to be suddenly thrust into the spotlight courtesy of the unknown chevalier, who turned to his officer in response to Blastwits words. \"Oh, Aye. We used to be classmates back in the day. Didn't know he could survive outside of a library, hah\"\n\n\"Hah. Hah.\" The priest responded, looking as though he had just sucked a lemon. \"…I didn't know you worked here\"\n\n\"Ah well. They were looking for men with a talent for strength and swordmanship, and I fitted the bill damn well\" The chevalier responded cheerfully. From the way his armour shone, he evidently spent a inordinate amount of time buffing it or hadn't been in the job very long. He also obviously had not met a Night Elf yet that night. \"I'm amazed they put you on emergency response though. Always thought you'd faint at the sight of blood\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"It seems a lot of security protocols have been neglected tonight. Maybe you ought to consider updating them to account for Night Elves\" Liaena remarked as she gave the scowling battle mage a brief sidelong glance. To Blastwit, she gave a dazzling smile. \"No offence, Captain. One of your men escorted us part way, but had some urgent business I gather. It's been a difficult night\"\n\n\"Luke? Hey, Luke? Quit your skiving and get back here!\" \n\nOne of the storage workers yelling towards the rear of the room drew Blastwits attention as he gave the man a scowl. \"WHAT? What's that!?\"\n\n\"Is there a problem?\" Liaena enquired quietly as she stepped forward. The man who had shouted gave a pile of empty boxes a baffled stare, before he turned to look at Liaena and Blastwit. \"Luke…he just vanished. He must have wandered off\"\n\n\"I'm not so sure\" Sathrielle muttered coldly as she took a step forward, mana gathering around her. Blastwit shot her a glance, before taking a huge breath for a roar, Liaena temporarily forgotten. \"ALRIGHT! EVERYONE GET A PARTNER AND STICK TOGETHER! STAY IN THE LIGHT! CHECK ALL THE – egh!\"\n\nSathrielle whipped around as the captains voice tailed off in a startled squeak, to see Liaena, looking entirely innocent and adorable with a hand that was now inside Blastwits cod-piece. In the hand was a silver dagger that was resting gently against the mans crotch, not quite forcefully enough to draw blood. \n\n\"Li!\" \nKathlin cried out in a deeply disapproving tone as she shifted to move beside the smaller girl, maintaining the shield to protect them both as she watched Sathrielle closely. Liaena ignored her, to focus on Blastwit as she gently poked the tip of the blade through the mans clothing to draw a drop of blood. \"Would you prefer to be a hero, or a man, John? Tell your men to stand down, and they'll live\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"W-wait, wait! Halt! Cease-cease!\" Sounded the worried voice of the Captain as he held an arm out to tell his men to stay put as some of them reached for their weapons and leveled their guns.\n\nHis calm demeanor had long since been abated and replaced by a concerned expression as the man's eyes flickered between Liaena's arm, his nether regions, and his surrounding men who had just stepped closer. His cigar had dropped to the floor where it lay on the ground between Liaena and Blastwits.\n\n\"There is no reason to do this, girl. There is no way out from here, the elevator does not work. I assure you, this scheme of yours will never end w,- aaahhh, okay, okay!\" The pitch of the man's voice became higher as Liaena pressed the dagger more menacingly towards his family jewelry. \n\"Stand down, men. And we will find a resolution to this.\"\n\nThe Captain instructed his men, sweat now trickling down along his forehead and down to his heavy brows.\n\nThe black haired battle mage, Sathrielle, who was still standing next to them did apparently not share the same concern as the Captain. Unlike the worried expression of the Captain, she was currently giving both him and Liaena a rather calm glare whilst brandishing her staff; even as the rest of the White Hand mercenaries in the room were stepping away or lowering their weapons.\n\n\"Sergeant Commissar Blackheart, please, do as the girl says.\" The Captain said to Sathrielle in a pleading voice, but received little sympathy from the eyes of the battle mage. \n\n\"Cowardice is not in your contract, Captain Blastwits. Though your life and limbs are your own to protect, you will not be allowed to compromise the integrity of the force for the sole sake of their protection.\" It was a wicked gleam that flashed across Sathrielle's eyes as she suddenly raised her ebony staff and pointed it at the barrier created by Kathlin!\n\n\"No! Don't!\" \n\nSounded the pleading words from Captain Blastwits in the background, but Sathrielle seemed deaf to the man's plight. \n\n\"Men of the White Hand, apprehend these intruders! Disobedience will be punished by death!\" Sathrielle suddenly screamed out with a fanatic zeal! Kathlin soon found the barrier becoming immeasurably more cumbersome to maintain as Sathrielle cast a dispel spell with ruthlessly proficiency against the group, the walls of light around them starting to dim as the experienced battlemage's magic worked its way through the apprentice's barrier!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null } ]
"Men of the White Hand, apprehend these intruders!" "So much for diplomacy!" Rithrynn thought to herself as she watched Sathrielle as the battlemage attempted to dispel the barrier around Liaena's group, whilst the rest of the White Hand mercenaries seemed to be yet unsure whether to assist her or stand back. What was certain however was that things would turn bad pretty soon if she did not intervene! Scanning around the storage area, she could begin to see the rest of her sisters as they too had taken up position around in the room, out of sight from the White Hand. By now, the six Sentinels had reduce the amount of mercenaries by ten, alongside some missing storage workers. Their current number, while still formidable, was nonetheless a lot more manageable than it had previously been! Nodding to Lithriell, as well as another one of her sisters across the room, Rithrynn began to aim with her bow. Sathrielle was being blocked by Kathlin's shield from her current angle, but the room was noentheless ripe with other targets! As one of the chevaliers raised his musket to aim it at Liaena's group as the barrier around them weakened, a feathered arrow would suddenly fly out of the shadow and hit him right through the knee. The man would cry out in pain, drop his weapon and grabbing his foot as he succumbed to the ground. The storage worker who had been standing next to him let out a terrified scream at the sight, before turning to run away in panic, leaving the battle before it had even started! Two more arrows flew out from the darkness, one hitting a battle mage in the arm, causing him to drop his staff; the other flying into the leg of another chevalier who slumped down into the ground! "Dammit Li, I'm going to need you to do something here, otherwise you'll soon see headshots and decapitations!" Rithrynn reached down to her belt, to pick up a feathered satchel made out of moonbeast leather, containing her own relative meager collection of potions. Compared to Liaena's small but also posthumous pocket laboratory, it was nothing. In fact, she did not even remember the last time she restocked it, let alone what potions she actually had in it. However, the Night Elf felt certain that the crazed alchemist within Liaena would be able to find some use for it! "Liaena, catch!" Sounded Rithrynn's voice as the Night Elf suddenly tossed her own potion satchel down to Liaena, before retreating back behind the railing as a musket shot tore through the wooden railing and sent splinters flying in every direction!
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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.
[ { "text": "\"Kitty!\"\n\n\"Damn it!\"\n\nLiam and Liaena cried out and / or cursed in unison as Kathlin crashed into the floor with a cry of pain. Bella peered out from behind the curtain of Liaena's hair with wide eyes as she retreated behind her neck. \"I'm just…going to pretend I'm not here. Kay?\"\n\n\"Give up\"\n\nCasting a quick glance at Blastwits, the man barely had time to blink as Liaena removed the knife-wielding hand to grab him by the shirt and lob him at Sathrielle. The bolt went completely awry towards the ceiling as the mage barely avoided toasting her 'ally', and man and mage went down in a tumble of limbs – until Sathrielle disappeared in a blink again. \n\nI'm getting really, really fed up with that trick. \n\nLiaena thought as she dug through Rithrynn's satchel furiously, hands finally freed with Blastwits now groaning on the floor. Liam had rushed over to help Kathlin stagger to her feet, now looking around frantically for where Sathrielle had gone. \"Where did she go!?\"\n\nSlightly out of sight of around a pile of crates, Sathrielle watched the scene unfold around her with narrowed eyes. Stepping forward, she raise her hands to cast a spell and….\n\n\"ELUUUUNE!\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n-SPLAT-\n\nThis looks like sleeping potion…\n\nLiaena glanced up with a potion in one hand to stare across the room to where Rithrynn had landed extremely heavily on the unfortunate Sathrielle. Studying the groaning mage with mild surprise, the girl lifted a hand to chuck the sleeping potion across the room at the Night Elf. \"Nice shot Rithy. Catch\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Sathrielle seemed to have passed completely out cold following the event of being hit by big-falling-Night Elf. And perhaps also because of her decision not to wear a helmet, for whatever decision of vanity it might have been. The battle mage lay motionless under the large Night Elf, and with how her eyes twitched behind their lids suggested that she was already well on her way to dreamland. \n\nCaptain Blastwit on the other hand had cried out in relief as he had been released from the cowardly grip of Liaena, and was rapidly crawling across the floor to stagger back onto his feet!\n\n\"Fi-fi-fiyah! Fire, men! At them, now!\" He cried out as he ran in a diagonal line towards his men in the battle mage's sphere, giving them a clear shot at Liaena and her friends who were now caught in the open.\n\nThe men immediately reacted, raising their muskets and their available battle mage prepared his spells as they were about to fire!\n\nBut before they could fire off their first volley, a bronze and glass made cylindrical container came flying through the air to crack onto the ground between the two opposing groups, exploding in a blinding light that temporarily disoriented anyone who looked at it. The mysterious grenade also seemed to produce a carpet of thick, sulphuric tasting smog that rose between the two groups.\n\nSuddenly appearing from behind Liaena's party was Alissah, the woman seemingly having returned to the world of consciousness though still clinging the wound in her chest with one hand.\n\nBut as she approached Liaena and the rest of the group, the woman seemed to ignore any sort of greeting that may have been sent her way. Instead, she immediately gripped Liaena and Liam, and pulled them to the ground.\n\n\"Get down!\"\n\nShe called out as she tossed them both to the ground, just as a lethal volley of spells and musket shots came through the smog and flew over their heads as the White Hand fired off a blind volley into the smog!\n\nAlissah let out an audible groan with the action, any greater movement seeming to revive the pain from her wound, but she bit through it and looked at Liaena and Liam, while also sparing a quick glance at the purple mound that was Rithrynn lying ontop of the unfortunate Sathrielle.\n\n\"I can't believe the arch bishop let such a heinous heresy grow in our own city!\" Alissah muttered angrily as she stared towards the smog, which was slowly beginning to evaporate.\n\n\"Two things;\" She turned to the group.\n\"Have you found a way out?\"\n\n*Bang*\n\nAnother musket shot whizzed past their heads.\n\n\"Second, I want to interrogate one of these damnable heathens once we're done! Do we have a prisoner?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null } ]
The fall; although it had been anything but planned; had not gone anywhere near as bad as it could have. The human, Sathrielle, had made for a delightful collision pillow to dampen her fall, minus a few nagging armor plates here and there. Rithrynn reared herself to sit up on top of the flattened human, only to immediately drop back down on her as a bullet whizzed dangerously close to her head! Despite the smokescreen erected by Alissah, the fact that they could not see anything whatsoever didn't seem to discourage the happy trigger fingers of the White Hand mercenaries on the other side. Even if Sathrielle was in their line of fire as well! "I guess they really don't care for her that much. Could it be her stunning, compassionate and wonderful personality?" Crawling over towards the discussion between Alissah and the group, Rithrynn would keep her head as low as possible. "Second, I want to interrogate one of these damnable heathens once we're done! Do we have a prisoner?" "Do we really need to take a prisoner?" Rithrynn immediately sounded with a rather dismayed tone, the Sentinel seemingly not so thrilled about the prospect of taking another prisoner. Particularly not with the prospect of another interrogation, considering where their last prisoner had ended up! Though the moment of silence combined with the stares she received from the rest was enough to convince her that it would be pointless to try to argue. "Why can't we ever capture a hot High Elf for a change?!" Reaching behind her at the unconscious Sathrielle, Rithrynn would drag the limp battle mage towards the group as they all moved towards the crates to the side, to avoid the possibility that any of the White Hand mercenaries might get a lucky shot through the smog. "Will she work?" Rithrynn asked as she looked at Alissah and Liaena, her gaze pausing at the latter as she suddenly produced a small vial and handed the sleeping potion she had received earlier for Sathrielle back to Liaena. " ... didn't even need that one."
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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.
[ { "text": "\"Oh for Lights sake…do I have to babysit everyone!?\"\n\nCursing and clutching her burned hand, Liaena turned to chase after Sathrielle and Bella, the former making every effort to make good her escape in the small amount of time allowed her due to the surprise attack. However, the girl barely took a few steps before she stalled, wide eyed – before starting to backpeddle, as several large, purple, Night Elf butts soared through the air towards her. \n\nDirectly in the path of the flying butts, Sathrielle also stared up at the oncoming storm as if in a trance – before collecting her sense moments before impact to vanish in a faint 'pop' as Bella, now left alone, twisted around to search haplessly around for her erstwhile abductor. \"Noooo! Take me too! Take – \"\n\n-THUDTHUDTHUD-\n\nIn a beautiful display of accuracy on behalf of the Night Elves, Bella disappeared deep into a purple butt as a Night Elf – who happened to be Aleena – crashed down on top of her. Liaena, who had stalled a few paces away, studied the place she had once been dubiously.\n\n\"I suppose this way, I don't have to listen to her any more. Silver lining?\"\n\n\"By the Light…what just happened!?\" Liam's agitated voice came from behind her as he strode past Liaena to help up Kathlin. That girl appeared even more dishevelled than previously, but only slightly shaken as she let him pull her to her feet. \"It's all right dear. I'm used to it\"\n\n\"She is\" Liaena acknowledged this absently as she turned away…before swinging back with a frown. \"….what'd you mean 'dear'?\"\n\n\"Hey RITHRYNN! Er…LIEUTENANT!\" \n\nOne of the sentinels that had gone off to commodore ships yelled from the deck of the biggest, flashiest sailing ship in the harbour, over towards Rithrynn and the group of elves and humans. \"I got us a boat! See! And a….boat driver. Do we want it?\"\n\nTo demonstrate her point she held up a very ruffled sailor in her other hand, the man having apparently accepted his fate and now hung limply in her grip. \n\n\"That's a bit…big\" Liam ventured, standing just behind Rithrynn as he studied the war ship, all sails, and cannons, and requiring at least 50 men to crew it. Kathlin also followed his gaze as she stood beside him.\n\n\"Well, they are Night Elves. They're big\"\n\n\"Yes but…\" Liam laboured on, anxious to make his point. \"There isn't any wind in here. How are we going to get out? Who is going to row...? …\"\n\n\"……\"\n\nLiaena sighed, leaning over to speak to Liam quite slowly and elaborately, as though to a small child. \"Don't ask those kind of questions in front of the Night Elves, Gray. You might not like the answer\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "When she saw the purple storm that was more than five, full-sized Night Elves come either falling, flying or tumbling towards her and Bella; Sathrielle had no problems whatsoever leaving her hostage on her own.\n\n\"Every woman to herself!\"\n\nThe shrunk battlemage would let go of the terrified Bella, and disappear in a white glimmer and mystical mist! Reappearing a couple of feet away, she'd immediately hide behind a small rock to glance back at her previous position, just in time to see a desperate and confused Bella scurry around in confusion before suddenly disappearing beneath the large rear end of the Sentinel Aleena as she slumped down on her with a crash; the apprentice then nowhere to be seen!\n\n\"Don't think I'll ever be getting that hostage back anytime soon.\" \n\nSathrielle thought to herself as she studied the chaos, before eyeing the elevator where there was now a cloud of smoke steaming out from between the gate doors. \n\nThere was, however, a dangerous amount of open ground between her current hideout and the elevator doors. She also noticed a rather rare sight, a Night Elven mage, Vashi, in the midst of the pile of Night Elves that was now sprawled nearby. Even though she was unsure exactly how lucid or aware the particular Night Elven Magi was, she did not want to risk alerting her with any sudden teleportations. \n\nIn fact, standing behind her rock, she was pretty much invisible from the rest of the people in the cove unless someone were to walk all the way up to the cave wall! \n\nRather than risk it in a sprint to the elevator, or a teleport that could be intervened by Vashi, perhaps the most prudent course of action would be patience. The intruders did, after all, not have the luxury of time to go search for her behind every rock and in every nook and cranny in the cove. If she waited, hopefully they would leave on their own accord...\n\nTaking a deep breath, Sathrielle would crouch down to further reduce her visible size behind the rock and remained completely quiet - staying as motionless as possible.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null } ]
Chaos ensued as the group of Night Elves with Kathlin fled the explosion, before the shockwave threw them forward! Aleena felt her feet levitate from the ground as she was soon flying through the air instead. She was completely unaware of the little Bella who was in the path of her and her sisters, at least until she landed with her butt perfectly on top of the little human, who was immediately and firmly shoved up into her rear! "I... think I landed on something, or someone... " Aleena would groan where she sat, experimentally wriggling her butt around on the ground beneath her as she sensed the new presence in it. "Speak for yourself!" Another one of her sisters commented, who herself was trapped under two other sentinels and trying to tear her way free! "Who... " Aleena was about to ask, until she noticed the look that she was receiving from Liaena; the black haired girl's eyes shifting between her face and her butt. "Ohhh... I guess that explains it." "Girls, get off your butts and get moving! We're escaping TODAY, please!" Would Rithrynn's voice suddenly sound as she came running up to the sprawled mess of Night Elves as they were recovering from the knockdown of the blast, clapping her hands as she urged her sisters to hurry! She did at least succeed in inspiring action, as her sisters, most still shell-shocked, began to somewhat chaotically rise all at the same time, which lead to a lot of elbowing and unnecessary knockdowns. Aleena would slowly stagger to her feet, using one of her sisters as support as she stood up. But just as she did so, Vashi, whom she had been using as support, would suddenly rise up herself, throwing her off balance! "You shiii,-!" Aleena would exclaim in a curse, flailing with her arms as she fell to the side! Unfortunately for the hidden Sathrielle, it was exactly towards her hiding spot that the big Night Elf was tilting! The tiny battlemage might extend her head to look up to see what was causing the expanding shadows around her, only in time to see Aleena's two big, purple buttocks before she crashed down on her with a thud; with Sathrielle immediately vanishing again, but this time, straight up Aleena's butt! "Elune!" Aleena would gasp as she felt the tiny thing as it was forcefully shoved up into her rear, before looking down. Just sitting there for a moment, sensing the wriggling and commotion that was now coming from inside her, Aleena would close her eyes. "Patience, patience... " Standing up, this time without being knocked down, Aleena would bend herself forward as she rested her hands on her knees. After a short pause, she would suddenly clench her butt before immediately straightened herself back up! The ensuing motion caused both Sathriella and Bella to both be pushed deeper up into her ass, and a satisfied smile appeared on Aleena's face. "Much better... " She muttered to herself, before happily following her sisters who were already on their way up on board their newly commissioned ship, all the while happily swinging her hips side to side! "Ready the sails, cut the ropes! We have long since exceeded our welcome in this place!" Rithrynn kept shouting to her sisters, content with merely watching and doing 'officer-thingies' all the while leaving the real physical work to her sisters! The 'commissioned' captain was at the wheel, whilst enjoying the company of two Night Elves both aiming their bows at his neck! "Get us out of her." Rithrynn would shout angrily as she walked up to the Captain, who cowered before her as she angrily waved her elven sword about dangerously close to the man! "N-no one's in the steam engine room, ma'am! We can't move without steam!" The terrified man whimpered as he tried to put as much distance between him and Rithrynn's blade, all the while trying to not get shot by the other two Night Elves surrounding him! "Vashi, you do... whatever, with the engine." Rithrynn turned to Vashi, ordering her to go down below. As the ever loyal magi nodded and ran off, Rithrynn was left looking after the wind of cloth strips that marked Vashi's departure down into the bowels of the ship, before turning to Liaena. While no one was looking, Rithrynn would carefully lean down towards Liaena, to whisper into her ear. "What's an 'engine'?"
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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.
[ { "text": "\"Sir, it's the Bull! It's coming out of the cove!\" One of the shipmates would suddenly announce as he pointed at the bottom of the reef where the stolen ship piloted by Rithrynn and her Night Elves just left the cove and sailed out into the harbor waters.\n\n\"What in the twisting nether are they doing... they will never escape on that vessel!\" Blastwit said as he leaned over the railing, watching the incoming ship with disbelief!\n\"No way they can man the cannons!\"\n\n\"Sir, I don't think they have any intention of firing on us... \" The shipmate spoke again, lowering his spyglass as he turned with a worried expression to Blastwit and Sebastian.\n\"They are not slowing down! I... I think they intend to ram us!\"\n\n\"Give the signal, all cannons; fire on that ship! I want it blown to smithereens!\" Sebastian would staunchly order, motioning for a nearby deck officer to rush over to transmit the instructions to the rest of the blockade fleet.\n\n\"That ship is worth a lot of money - we can't just sink it!\" Blastwit interrupted, turning to Sebastian.\n\n\"It's either them or both of us! FIRE!\"\n\nA deafening and thundering sound could be heard all over the harbor as all the three ships fired off a roiling salvo at the incoming Bull! Cannons roared as more than a hundred cannonballs were fired in the direction of the stolen frigate. A few of the shots missed, but the rest of them hit their mark; crashing into the front of the ship's metal hull where some shots bounced off, while others penetrated through and entered the hull! The deck and railing was torn apart as the flying cannonballs tore whatever they could hit to pieces! One explosively laden cannonball would hit the center of the middle mast, blasting it to splinters and causing the main mast to fall to the side, pulling with it a large portion of the sails and ropes in the process as the entire ship began to tilt towards the side!\n\n\"Armor piercing, load armor piercing! Destroy their engines!\" Captain Sebastian would shout out to the rest of his crew below deck, ordering them to switch up their ammunition for the next salvo!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I don't know why we didn't do this to begin with. Oh well. I suppose this is kinda more dramatic\" Kathlin remarked whimsically as she took a step towards the portal before looking back at Liaena. \"Coming, Li?\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"Speaking of more dramatic…\" \nThe girl mumbled as she studied the empty doorway where Liaena had recently stood. Liam turned to cry out in annoyance as next to them, another Night Elf tiptoed through the portal as it was actually a ring of fire. \"Oh for the love of the Light! It's not as though we're about to be blown to bits, or anything!\"\n\n\"Hm. Yeah. I should probably go and remind her about that\"\n\n\"You should not. We are leaving\" \n\nLiam returned emphatically as he took Kathlin's hand to start dragging her towards the portal. Kathlin lagged behind him, with many backward glances as a volley of blows rocked the ship and the room they were in started to list dangerously. To the Bull's credit, it stormed on, the engine still at full steam ahead. \"But what if the ship explodes?\"\n\n\"Then she probably caused it\"\n\n\"But what if --\"\n\n\"Dear, I fully understand your concern. Let me explain to you how this is all going to be okay\" Liam cut off his companion as he turned to lay a comforting hand on her shoulder. \"First, the most important thing is – whoops! My bad\"\n\nThe last line coming accompanied with a cunningly placed shove, the priests movement was assisted by a further listing of the ship as both humans tumbled through the portal to land with a hard thud. The heat of the ship was replaced in an instant with a cold wintery night wind, and their landing at least was cushioned by several groaning, cursing, Night Elves. \n\n\"There we go! Success! Mission accomplished!\" Vashi declared happily to her distinctly more unhappy fellows. Scrambling to her feet, Kathlin was met immediately with Rithrynn looming in front of her. \"….Soooo, where's Li?\"\n\n\"Uhm…\" Kathlin muttered, glancing around the dark square they found themselves in. Taking as good a stab as their geographical location as she could, the girl pointed meekly towards the north, in the general direction of the harbourside. \"Over there\"\n\n*\n\n\"It's a shame really. I always wanted a warship\" \n\nLiaena remarked to nobody in particular as she surveyed her handiwork. Lacking the vast amounts of TNT that she had lost to the confrontation with Sherpa in the catacombs, the girl had instead chosen to jury-rig a smaller chunk of plastic explosives bulked out by several potions tied onto it, stuck onto the door to the forge. Picking up one end of the long fuse attached to the makeship device, the girl fumbled for her tinderbox to strike a spark at one end. \"It's a fitting end, at least. She should take at least one of those with her\"\n\n\"CAW!\"\n\n*BOOM BOOM BOOM*\n\nLiaena was broken out of her reverie by a very, very angry squawk from her pocket. It was followed a moment later by several more explosions that rocked the ship. One caused a particularly loud crash, followed immediately by a further listing and a gushing sound of water flooding in. \"Okay, okay. I'm going….\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\nLooking down as water started to seep into the room she was standing in, Liaena suddenly came to the conclusion that for once, a rapid retreat might indeed be in order. Turning to run back down the corridor towards the room containing the portal, she could not resist one final jab at her reluctant ally. \"…needy bird\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Rithrynn had been one of the first to get off her feet after being regurgitated out from the portal and plopped unceremoniously down onto the grass - fortunately not stone - surface. Standing up, the first thing she saw; aside from a rather happy looking Vashi who had an obvious 'told you it'd work' look in the form of a giant, smug smile; was a tombstone. Or rather, numerous tombstones. They were in the grand cemetary behind Stormwind Cathedral. "I think we're in a cemetery of some kind." Rithrynn commented as a series of thudding sounds came from behind her when the portal belched out yet another set of Night Elves, all in various poses and some even up side down. At least before they all crashed, most headfirst, into the ground! "Owh!" "Dashi!" "Godde,- OMFH!" Rithrynn had always hated portals. It always felt like all her intestines were completely rearranged and squelched together whenever she stepped through one, and they left her dizzy and sometimes even bruised from the landings. She was relieved to know that she was not alone in hating magical transportation among her sisters, although when Aleena appeared out of the portal; the sentinel gracefully landed on her feet before jumping along, in stark contrast to the rest of her sisters who were mostly arranged in a chaotic pile of sprawled and writhing bodies beneath the portal. Although it took a while, Liaena's little colleagues would eventually begin to spill forth from the portal as well. However, Rithrynn had barely managed to inquire Kathlin about the whereabouts of Liaena before the portal started shimmering again, and late but not never; Liaena appeared out of the portal, flung sideways in a warped barrel roll! As the little girl was flying dangerously close to one set of spiked fence, Rithrynn was quick to intervene by stepping and grabbing Liaena mid-way! "What were you thinking?!" Rithrynn would suddenly exclaim, glaring down at her as she held Liaena in her arms. "The ship could have... " *Booom* But just as Rithrynn was about to say that, a loud, thundering roar could be heard from a large explosion that just erupted out of sight in the general direction of the harbor. It made the sentinel pause and swiftly turn her head towards it, before her eyes slowly rolled back to Liaena. " ... exploded at any second... "
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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.
[ { "text": "\"FIRE!\"\n\nSebastian shouted as he threw his arm through the air. Before he could finish, the entire broadside of the Siren's Wail fired simultaneously at the incoming Bull, aided by the two Stormwind ships at their flank.\n\nThe multiple volleys of cannonballs were hurled across the now smoke covered waters of the Stormwind harbor, before they crashed mercilessly into the incoming Bull in chaotic unison. The smaller, armor piercing cannonballs now added to the volley punched far more easily through the plated front hull of the Bull as it charged through the waves, penetrating into the ship itself to wreak havoc inside! The bowels of the ship was turned into a deathtrap, with cannonballs shattering the wooden beams that formed the core of the ship and sending splinters the size of a human arm flying dangerously around inside! \n\nSome of the cannonballs found their way all the way through the ship and into the engine room at the rear, causing a tremendous fire explosion that blasted out from the rear of the ship!\n\n\"Their engine's gone!\" One of the shipmates shouted as he eyed the Bull through his spyglass.\n\n\"Sail's gone too!\" Another one said, not even using his spyglass as the Bull was now dangerously close.\n\nThe Bull, although battered, still retained some of its momentum as it drifted towards the small blockade. Parts of its frame had been torn away, revealing the very skeletal structure of the ship. Water rushed into the lower levels, but the ship still floated forward. It was ravaged beyond repair, with large chunks of it missing, but still; almost like an undead; it continued ever forward, unyielding.\n\n\"It's still going!\" \n\n\"I never thought I'd say this, but I hate the good quality of our ships.\" Captain Blastwit would murmur under his breath as he watched the ravaged, relentless Bull as it floated ever close.\n\n\"Fire, next salvo!\" Sebastian shouted, as the Bull was already in ramming range! The Siren's Wail, alongside its two assisting ships, fired off yet another volley. But as the cannonballs tore into the battered, still floating frame of the Bull; the ship would finally explode, no more than a few meters away from the Siren's Wail!\n\nThe exploding Bull unleashed a massive wave of fire and wooden shrapnel in every direction, in turn ravaging the Siren's Wail and the two Stormwind frigates assisting it by tearing through its sails, mauling their wooden and even metal frames and setting them ablaze! Chaos reigned across the harbor as the few fragments that still remained of the Bull either flew away through the sky or sank to the bottom of the harbor. The three other ships were all battered and ablaze, its crews desperately scurrying around to prevent further damage and attempting to put out the raging fires!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"It was a nice ship\" Liaena said regretfully as she followed Rithrynn's line of sight. The little girl looked a bit bedraggled and rather wet, but else none the worse for wear from her narrow brush with certain cannon-balley death. \"At least it was a good way to go\"\n\n\"…Lets go home\" Kathlin said softly, evidently with no interest in giving a fitting obituary to The Bull in favour of looking up at the steep stone walls of the cathedral with relief. \n\n\"Maaaaybe. Maybe not\" Liaena said quickly, as she turned around to look at Rithrynn. \"You lot probably shouldn't come with us\"\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"…Like we wanted to enter that pit of heresy, pfft…\"\n\n\"Because.\" Liaena ignored the smirking Aleena as she continued. \"You guys are Public Enemy No. 1 as far as the city is concerned. You just attacked the White Hand\"\n\n\"….Who were cultists\"\n\n\"….who were cultists, sure. But we kinda need to tell the city that, before they stop trying to arrest you\" Liaena acknowledged. \"And it'll be a lot of easier if you lot don't rack up a load of felonies resisting arrest in the process, so you need to hide, or…\"\n\n\"They don't need to hide\" Kathlin spoke up quietly at this point. The girl was still staring up at the Cathedral as she spoke. \"They could claim sanctuary, Li\"\n\n\"Sanctuary?\" The girl gave her companion an odd look. \"….what, that defunct old thing?\"\n\n\"….Noo, it's actually still valid\" Liam said slowly. \"It might cause a bit of a stir….but this is the church. Tradition is never defunct\"\n\n \"Hrm. Okay\" Liaena said, clearly unconvinced by the entire concept as she turned back to Rithrynn. \"So I suppose you could come with us, but it gets a bit politically and it's a whole thing. Or…you could go hide in a ditch for a few days. That sounds like an easier solution to me\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Weeeeeeeeeell.... " Rithrynn muttered as she held a finger up to her lips, peering at Liaena, then up to the large, towering Cathedral behind them, and then back at Liaena. "Your house sure is bigger that Sharon's..." She would finally conclude, her eyes drifting expectantly over to her sisters whom had finally gotten up onto their feet. The rest of the sentinels gazed back at her, seeming unsure. "But... what about Mistress Serphia? What would she think about all this?" Lithriell would ask, the sentinel appearing not so sure about the idea of crashing in one of the humie temples without the clear permission of her superior! "Relax, it's us, not all Night Elves they'll be looking for." Rithrynn said cheerfully, before looking over to Liaena. "It's not like they'd go around arresting all of our kin..." "Yeah! What with their ape brains, I doubt they'd even remember our faces from the attack." Aleena would be quick to intervene with a snide tone, smiling rather triumphantly as she stood with her arms crossed. It was no secret that she was rather pleased with their successful raid. "Yes... that as well... " Rithrynn would answer awkwardly, sparing Liaena and her apprentices a quick glance before looking back again towards her sisters. "I say we crash at their big temple! Imagine the rooms they must have inside!" Aleena would say, moving herself next to Rithrynn to brush her shoulderplate. "I agree completely. That Quel'dorei's house was neat, but even he can't match that!" Another sentinel said as she brushed up against Rithrynn's other side, all the while nodding towards the giant cathedral looming in front of them! "Wait. Wait-wait-wait-wait! Sisters, aren't we forgetting something?!" Lithriell would suddenly say as she stepped forward. "What about Mistress Serphia! She's probably on her way back to the mansion for all we know! No one's told her! ... and she got our mounts, too!" "Good point, Lithi." Rithrynn said in response to Lithriell's concern, having already slung her arms around her two sisters whom were standing beside her. Motioning with a finger towards Lithriell, Rithrynn would grin. "That's why I'm making you our runner. Locate our missing Mistress, and inform her of what's happened. We'll be at the Cathedral-thingy and be expecting your return!" "B-buu,-" "So, Li!" Rithrynn would turn to Liaena before Lithriell could object, giving Liaena a smile. "Wanna show my battle sisters around? I bet they can't wait to see the awesome facilities inside! Ohhhh... and you GOTTA show them the big room as well! I made a bet about it earlier, and I'm aiming to collect!"
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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.
[ { "text": "\"Ri, one of your girls got my colleague stuck up her butt. Do you mind getting it back? I assume they're not into humans\"\n\n\"Wut?\"\n\nAt first, it might seem like Liaena had just said something that had made Rithrynn's brain go completely fritz. Having been talking to her sisters earlier, the Night Elf was now simply staring down at Liaena with a look that was a mix of bemusement and confusion.\n\n\"They, your... what?\" \n\nRithrynn's eyes would quickly scan Liaena's person, when the memory of Liaena's little helper AND arch rival, Bella, struck her mind like a flint to tinder! \n\n\"How did you ever manage to lose her? And... how did that ever even happen in the first place?!\"\n\nDeciding not to start asking questions, Rithrynn instead turned to look at her sisters, furrowing her brows and giving them all a rather accusing look. The flock of Night Elves who had been following and chattering with each other, sharing boisterous tales from their adventure in the fort of Honor's Watch, would now stare blankly back at Rithrynn who now stood in front of them, resting her hands on her hips.\n\n\"Alright, who did it?\"\n\n\" ... ? \"\n\n\"*Sigh*\" Rithrynn would let out a sigh, rubbing her forehead before staring back up at her sisters.\n\"Who sat on Liaena's little friend?\"\n\n\"Uhm... \"\n\"Not me!\"\n\"Haha, she got sat on?\"\n\"I'd remember that!\"\n\"How do you know she's not up your butt, Rithy?\"\n\nRithrynn gazed out at her sisters with a look of hopelessness. What would Mistress Serphia have done in such a situation? Assuming she even cared for the retrieval of a simple, lost human; she'd probably order up a squad wide cavity search. A thought that was not so very attractive to Rithrynn. \n\n\"Glad she's not here... \"\n\n\"Well... I think I might have sat on something.\" Aleena would suddenly break the silence, leaning against a stone pillar while awkwardly shifting her foot around as she looked at Rithrynn. Rithrynn gazed back over at her, before shifting her eyes over to Vashi standing next to Aleena.\n\n\"Help her.\" She simply said, and Vashi nodded.\n\n\"Righty!\"\n\n\"Wait, what?\"\n\n\"Please bend over, sister.\" Vashi would instruct, pushing Aleena forward with one arm before ramming her other arm straight up into Aleena's big butt! Aleena would let out a gasp of pure rapture as Vashi rooted around in her rear. After a few seconds, Vashi would soon pull her arm out; this time holding two, small humanoid figures in her hand. The two figures were Bella and Sathrielle, both squeezed together in her grip. Seperating them, holding one in each hand, Vashi would turn towards Rithrynn with a confused look.\n\n\"Which one is it?\"\n\n\"Uhhh... \" Rithrynn would stammer, not having expected to find two humans in Aleena's butt. But she managed to snap out of the moment of surprise and recognize Bella, mostly from her fight with Liaena earlier.\n\"That one.\"\n\nRithrynn pointed at Bella in Vashi's left hand. Vashi studied the human for a moment, before nodding.\n\n\"Welcome back, little one.\" Vashi would say cheerfully to Bella, the Night Elven magi smiling broadly at the tiny Bella. \n\nBut in the meantime, she turned her other hand holding the White Hand battlemage, Sathrielle, around. Without a moment of warning, she suddenly shot her right hand, alongside a terrified Sathrielle, straight back up into Aleena's big butt! Aleena would open her mouth to gasp, but this time no sound came out! When Vashi finally removed her arm from her rear, without Sathrielle whom now had been left somewhere deep inside of Aleena's butt, Aleena would stagger forward and grab a hold of a small fountain, before straightening her back and muttering: \"That was not necessary, mgh!\"\n\nRithrynn, on the other hand, had already returned to Liaena, proudly motioning behind her with her hand.\n\n\"We found your little friend, Li!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"What do you mean with no alcohol?" "No parties?" "Naked in public? What weird customs do you have?" "What place have you brought us to, Rithy?!" Rithrynn 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. "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! But before that could happen... "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! "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! "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. "Soo... " Rithrynn would approach Liaena, placing an arm over the human's shoulder as she looked down at the black haired girl. "Do you got a place for me and my sisters to crash? ... preferably as far away from any human authority as possible?" She finally asked, with a slightly pleading tone in the latter part of her question.
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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.
[ { "text": "\"Lets get you to the infirmary\"\n\n\"Thank you, Apprentice Priestess Lennox.\" Alissah would answer, accepting Kathlin's guidance out of the nave and into the numerous side corridors of the Cathedral.\n\nAlthough she knew the way to the infirmary herself, Alissah choose to not say anything, and instead let the young apprentice guide her through the smaller corridors. She enjoyed the company. It was always nice to see the one they had gone to save walking healthily and seemingly in good spirits, rather than lying in a wagon, either dead or sputtering blood as they drew a last breath.\n\nIn truth, when she had first seen the ritual hall where the White Hand had kept Kathlin, she had feared she would have had to kill the girl to put down whatever unholy monster might have possessed her!\n\nBlessed be the light though, for no such thing had been necessary.\n\n\"You are quite brave for an apprentice.\" Alissah would start talking as she walked next to Kathlin, accepting whatever support the young priestess may have chosen to give her.\n\n\"Few ever walk away from a Ritual of Possession, and the few who do are usually not the same as before. Such dark magic can do terrible things to the human mind, create deep, psychological wounds that no ordinary healing could ever cure. So insidious is the workings of the dark arts, that many of those who fight it often lose themselves before ever falling in battle. A fate that can be worse than death.\" Alissah would say, turning to look towards Kathlin where she would grant the girl a surprisingly soft and warm smile.\n\n\"But you look perfectly fine. On the outside, at least. I hope it's the same on the inside as well.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Nooo….\" Liaena muttered as she looked back at Rithrynn, also ignoring the developing drama between the two Night Elves behind them. Buried in the bedrock of the city as they were, the girl was reasonably content that there was nobody there to hear them. \"I suppose they must have gone back to the mansion – maybe? Or not\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"I need to know what's going on in the city\" the girl muttered after a pause, lowering her voice in a vain attempt not to be overheard by the other Night Elves. Luckily, the others appeared to be mostly distracted by Aleena and Lithrielle (the dispute was apparently to be settled via arm wrestle). \"We know that Sherpa's out there, and Light knows what he's doing, and what's going on. We weren't exactly subtle\"\n\n\"And I don't want him getting near….you in particular\"\n\nThe girls eyes strayed over the Night Elf a trifle uneasily at that thought, biting her lip slightly before making her next proclamation. \"I'm going to go track Sharon down and let him know what's going on. You should stay here, and make sure your friends don't wander off and trash the Cathedral. Besides, Thea'll be down here in a bit, I expect Liam went to get her\"\n\n*\n\n\"Oh, I'm not very brave at all. It was quite terrifying, really\" Kathlin said quietly as she supported the wounded woman on her arm, as they walked through the corridors. Turning her head to look at Alissah, the girl blinked for a moment before tentatively returning her smile. \"It's the door just to your right, Ma'am\"\n\nGuiding Alissah through the doorway, they emerged into a large, quiet room with many beds all spaced out well apart. A couple down the far end were occupied, the occupants administered to by a priest that gave Kathlin and Alissah only a passing glance as the former moved the latter onto a bed. Ensuring that the woman was sat comfortably, Kathlin bent down to whisk a box containing several neatly folded hospital gowns out from under the bed, removed one from it and placed it on the bed next to Alissah as she started to pull curtains around the bed to give it some privacy. \"Can I give you assistance to change, Ma'am?\"\n\nTaking the womans nod as silent assent, Kathlin seated herself on the bed next to start carefully unlacing the leather armour and padding protecting the womans vitals. One of her shoulder pads and part of her jerkin were very badly mangled, and would probably need to be cut off. \"It was very kind of you, and Li, and the others to come and get me. I really wasn't doing very well by myself\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"We weren't exactly subtle." "We did sorta blow up half the port. I don't think neither the denizens nor the White Hand are gonna forget that spectacle anytime soon." Rithrynn said with a smirk, the Night Elf seeming to be rather satisfied with the result. A good raid was always a pleasure, but this time she and her warband hadn't been raiding some boring, unimpotant Orcish encampment consisting of some primitive tents and a couple of wooden barricades, but a massive stone fortress located upon an imposing reef high over the sea! "It's a story to tell the rest our sisters back home!" "You should stay here, and make sure your friends don't wander off and trash the Cathedral. Besides, Thea'll be down here in a bit, I expect Liam went to get her." "Don't worry!" Rithrynn smiled down at the little girl, ignoring the sounds of struggle that came from behind as back in the corridor, Aleena and Lithrielle were both locked in an armwrestling match on a scavenged table! "At worst we'll only look around, maybe pay a tiny visit to storage. I hear they have holy wine in this place. I never thought alcohol could be holy, but apparently you guys have found a way to do it!" *CRASH!* The sound of wood breaking could be heard back in the corridor as the table Aleena and Lithrielle sat with just broke as Aleena had won the wrestling match and slung Lithrielle into the floor! The victorious sentinel quickly rose to her feet, extending her arms into the air as she let out a triumphant cry to the rest of her sisters, most of whom cheered back! "I win again! Guess you'll just have to make do with a shrinking potion, sis! "And I think a victory like ours deserves a little celebration!" Rithrynn smirked as she looked down at Liaena. "We just wrecked Sherpa's fort and got out without a single casualty! I bet we made him mad!" * "Go back to our base, I have something to deliver before I can truly return." Serphia called out to the rest of the war sabers, just before the large cats thundered off through the narrow streets of Stormwind to race back towards Sharon's mansion at the promise of food, milk and shelter! Though any citizen of Stormwind who would wake up and look out their window to see a small, rampaging horde of war-cats charging down the streets would probably get a small heart attack, it did not worry the Captain. Serphia on the other hand, riding her own large, black sabertooth; which she had lovingly named 'Silafeen', or 'Riptooth' in Common; turned to ride down another alley as she instead headed towards the large spires of the Cathedral in the distance. In front of her on her saddle, she was carrying her unconscious and wounded Blood Elven companion, Rae'liel. Before she could return to the mansion, she would have to drop the Blood Elf off at a doctor. And in Stormwind, the doctors with the best advertisement were the ones occupying the massive Cathedral at the center of the city, with spires stretching far up into the sky to be visible from almost every direction! ... they were also the only doctors she knew about in Stormwind! Riding along the road by the canal and into the Cathedral district, the streets were mostly empty as it was still early morning. Only the occasional housewife traveling to gather water could be seen in the street, whom all promptly hurried to the side when they saw the rampaging Night Elf on her big, black and menacing sabercat! Even though she did not trust ape medicine, she felt it would be sufficient to treat the Blood Elf. Serphia did not wish to bring the Blood Elf back to the mansion. The last thing she wanted was to be seen by the rest of her warriors with a wounded blood elf that she wasn't already strangling to death! But Rae'liel had risked everything in a valiant but foolhardy assault on Honor's Watch, buying her and her warriors time to get away unscathed. It was, if nothing else, a gesture that Serphia felt honorbound to return. To do anything less would be shameful, especially when a lowly creature such as a Blood Elf had done so much for her! Flying through the alleyways and between the houses like a wind of chaos, Serphia would soon arrive at he empty Cathedral square and race up the front steps of the Cathedral. Terrified screams erupted as two young apprentices lunged out of the way to avoid being ridden down by Serphia as she charged in through the front doors of the Cathedral on Riptooth! Riding through the small corridor and into the open nave, Serphia would ride between the great columns and up to the front of the alter where she would turn around on the sabercat, before the Night Elven Captain would call out loudly to the rest of the hall. "Is there a humie physician in this temple?!"
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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.
[ { "text": "\"Without fear, there can be no bravery.\" Alissah spoke softly as she let the apprentice treat her, helping Kathlin with whatever buckles or leather armor pieces she might struggle with. \n\n\"To be brave is to act, even though you are afraid. It can be easy for a king to be 'brave', clad as he may be in the best armor, riding the fastest steed, and shielded by his armies. But for a lowly peasant girl, or mere apprentice - to stand face to face with the mask of horror yet not crumble takes true personal strength.\" \n\nAlissah smiled as she allowed Kathlin to remove her upper body armor, which consisted a layer of reinforced leather acting like shoulder pads over her leather coat. Beneath her leather coat was a leather vest with embroidered leather pieces layered on top of each other in broad likes running down her front and back, with a reinforced and double woven silk underlay. Attached to her vest in either small bags, pockets or directly on were a multitude of weapons, devices and trinkets, ranging from small truesilver throwing knives to holy seals of protection, grenades, vials, trinkets and symbols of the church of light.\n\n\"But at the same time, fear fulfills a very important aspect of our existence. Namely, our survival.\" Alissah would continue.\n\"Men and women who do not feel fear, even when they are clearly threatened, tend to not last very long. It is a constant battle, fear and bravery, a delicate balance between our pursuit of nobler deeds, and our selfish instincts holding us back. True good exists in following the path in between the extremes.\"\n\nAs they removed Alissah's upper armor, it revealed her pale skin which was covered in old scars, especially centered around her back where she carried old wounds stemming from what could only be a whip or some similar tool.\nRunning all over her skin were multiple tattoos in blue ink, some forming holy symbols, while others carried holy verses and sayings. They ranged from everything from small stories, codes to simple expressions, such as \"The light will burn away all sin\", to \"Through vengeance, redemption. Through death, peace.\".\n\n\"I just came to think... \" Alissah would suddenly say, as if she had just remembered something, before turning over to Kathlin.\n\"Don't you usually receive a couple of newspapers here at the Cathedral? They are usually quite early, and I wonder if they have written anything about last night's raid. A commotion of such a proportion is something I would not expect to go ignored.\"\n\nBut Alissah would suddenly become silent as a loud but distant voice could suddenly be heard booming through the Cathedral, coming from the nave!\n\n\"Is there a humie physician in this temple?!\"\n\nThe woman would simply sit and listen for a moment, before turning to look at Kathlin with a surprised yet confused expression!\n\n\"Is that... ?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Silence fell as Serphia's words reverberated around the nave, save for a murmuring coming from the outer circle behind the columns, getting slowly louder. Looking around, the Night Elf could make out faces peeking out from behind the columns, hiding in the relative gloom. \n\nSomeone who wasn't hiding on the other hand, was a priestess about a foot away from the Night Elf, who looked as though she had been kneeling at the altar before Serphia barged in. She now pointed a shaking finger at the Night Elf as she stared at her, and the giant cat, both standing as bold as brass on top of the raised marble tableu, bathed in the faint glow of the dawning sun. \"You – you dare¬….\"\n\n*\n\n\"So there were cultists in there\"\n\n\"Yes….I'm afraid so, Priestess\" Liam said sombrely as he walked in step with Priestess Thea, the latter moving swiftly through the corridors towards the central nave. \"Rune was actually right on the truth – more or less. If we'd been there any later, I doubt Kath….ehhh, Apprentice Priestess Lennox would have survived\"\n\n\"Then that has been achieved, regardless of what this might cost us\" Thea pronounced, before shooting Liam a slightly softer look. \"How is she?\"\n\n\"Good….surprisingly good. She's taken it rather well\"\n\n\"That's promising, if true\" Thea frowned as she opened a door to exit into the Nave. \"So how many elves did we have?\"\n\n\"Six\"\n\n\"Quit your gawping, useless creatures, and take this infidel off my hands!\"\n\n\"….seven\" Liam gulped as he stared at the sight in front of him, before his eyes widened still further as he caught sight of the unconscious Rae'liel. \"Eight?\"\n\n\"You are…trespassing on sacred ground!\" the priestess next to Serphia at the altar gasped. Tall, middle aged and rather large, her outrage appeared to have defeated her fear of the heavily armed sentinel and the tiger. Meanwhile, Thea surveyed the ridiculous scene before letting out a small sigh and heading towards the altar, Liam reluctantly following after. \"May light forgive you, get off the plinth and…and get that thing out of here…!\"\n\n\"The thing has brought someone in need of help here, Clarissa\" Thea observed carefully as she reached the altar, bowing her head respectfully towards the older woman before turning sharply to beckon at the shadows. \"Apprentice Priest Morgan, Apprentice Priestess Ardent. Come over here and help Priestess Gray take this woman to the infirmary. \n\n\"….\"\n\nA few reluctant seconds later, two young humans slunk out of the shadows and towards the altar. \"I…really? I suppose…alright\" Liam stuttered, before nearly falling over as Serphia disdainfully dropped Rae'liel on him. \"Oof!\"\n\nHaving dealt with that, Thea then returned her attention to Serphia. Laying a soothing arm of Clarissa's shoulder (who looked as though she was one step away from trying to physically toss Serphia and Silafeen out of the doors), she tilted her head up to look at the larger woman. \"Thank you for bringing her to us. Now take that Sabre outside, and if you intend to return without it please respect our customs. Thank you\"\n\n*\n\n\"Is that... ?\"\n\n\"Someone who's come to the wrong place, I guess\" Kathlin observed thoughfully, having also looked up at the loud shout from above them. \"We don't have many physicians. Just clerics\"\n\nApparently under the impression that she had resolved any misunderstanding or confusion in the other woman with that comment, Kathlin returned to removing Alissahs armour, taking particular care around the unpleasant, half-healed deep wound she had suffered in her side from the Peculiar Death Knight. While she worked, the girl glanced several times at the tattoos covering the rogue with interest, and did not comment. \"Yes, the night shift on the doors usually get a newspaper in the morning. I can ask for you, if you like\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Now take that Sabre outside, and if you intend to return without it please respect our customs. Thank you." Serphia glared down at Thea from where she sat upon her black nightsaber, almost like a predator eyeing a potential prey! She did not much care about the ramblings of the fat priestess Clarissa. Rather, Thea's seemingly unphased gaze was almost a direct affront to her. Did the little human not know that she was standing in front of a venerated officer of the Sentinel Army, protectors of the world and chosen of Elune?! "I do not think I have any intention of returning here." Serphia spoke as she grabbed ahold of Silafeen's reins. The saber growled as it moved its head to look across the nave with a teethed grin, particularly at the more chubby priestess Clarissa as if the nightsaber wouldn't mind staying for a while more! "Just make sure that Ra,-" Serphia was about to speak, before suddenly pausing as she looked away from Thea and towards Liam, as the young priest was tilting back and forth as he struggled to carry the Blood Elf in a straight line! It almost looked as though Priest Gray was about to collapse under her any moment! "Puny humies, can't even carry a midget elf!?" " ... make sure the Sin'dorei scum does not expire." Serphia would finally continue, as Ripfang began to step down the steps from the altar to stand besides Thea. Serphia looked down at the human, who looked almost like a dwarf next to the large Night Elf mounted on her equally large and fiercesome saber! "If she were to die, that would soil my honor as a warrior! And any who would dare blemish my pride... " Serphia didn't say anything more, instead resuming to glare across the nave with an utmost threatening gaze that could only promise eternal woes and perils to any who did not obey her will! * While in the conversation with Liaena, Rithrynn's ears would suddenly twitch as her gaze shot past Liaena and up towards the stairs leading up to the nave. "Did you hear that?" "Let go off me!" "Mffghh, bitch!" "Ahh, I'll kick your butt!" Rithrynn seemed to be ignoring the scuffle that was taking place behind her in the corridor, instead focusing on listening to the faint voices that she had heard coming from upstairs! Moments passed as she simply listened intently, before her eyes passed back down to Liaena. "I think that was the voice of mistress!"
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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.
[ { "text": "\"Serphia hates the church\"\n\n\"I'm serious. That was her voice!\" Rithrynn would retort to Liaena's disbelief, pointing up at the stairs.\n\"And, yes... she does, but I could still hear her!\"\n\nAt this point, Rithrynn was ignoring the all-out fight that had broken loose in the back of the corridor, where the fight that had initially consisted of Lithriell vs Aleena had come to consume the rest of her sisters as well.\n\n\"We're going up and looking!\" Rithrynn would say as the Night Elf suddenly grabbed Liaena's arm, and pulled the little human girl with her as Rithrynn ran up the stairs towards the nave!\n\"If she's here, Sharon's bound to be here too!\"\n\nShe was certain she had heard the voice of Mistress Serphia. She couldn't possibly be wrong, could she? It was not like this was the time that she would begin hearing voices!?\n\n...\n\nYes, she really had to see if Serphia was there with her own eyes. Worst case scenario; she had contracted some curse from their raid on Honor's Watch. If that was the case, she had to test it!\n\n*\n\n\"I believe we are currently accommodating some associates of yours. Were you aware of that?\"\n\nSerphia's eyes would immediately narrow down on Thea, as any motion the Night Elven Captain might have made to indicate that she was about to leave the Cathedral would immediate dissipate.\n\n\"My 'associates'?\" Serphia would inquire, gazing down at Thea with suspicion.\n\nThe word 'associates' was confusing to Serphia. Could Thea be referring to her sisters? The word 'associates' sounded all too business-like and formal to possibly refer to her noble warriors! Or was she referring to the midgets that they had taken along with them on the attack on Honor's Watch, including Rithrynn's own little pet, the intrepid mad-gnome she called Liaena?\n\nIf they were housing the midget apprentices, it was hardly surprise. After all, this was supposed to be their home!\n\n\"Explain yourself... \" \n\nSerphia would utter, leaning forward whilst glaring down at Thea with an inquisitive gaze!\n\nA lesser woman might have buckled under the attentive glare of the imposing presence that was an 8ft tall amazon warlord sitting ontop of a fiercesome, giant tiger. Yet Thea seemed strangely lax about it all, almost suspiciously so...", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"I wouldn't worry about the terrorist label quite yet. It seems the attackers were recognized mostly as elves.\" Alissah would mutter as she studied the newspaper.\n\nSkimming through the pages, she saw the picture of a fallen Blood Elven Blood Knight lying on dead on the stone paved ground. She couldn't see the Blood Elf's face as it was covered by her helmet, but she could clearly make out two pointy ears going out at each side in the back of the helmet. And even though the picture was in black, white and brown, she could still recognize the light, tanned skin of the Blood Elf's exposed throat common among the Sin'Dorei from the sunny land of Quel'Thalas.\n\n\"While they may have the bodies of the fallen Blood Elves, I don't recall any of the Night Elves falling tonight. That would make it easier for us to deny any involvement of our Night Elves, and shift the blame entirely on the dead Blood Elves. All of our Night Elven companions are accounted for, aren't they?\"\n\nBut Alissah would suddenly pause and look when a new pair suddenly entered the infirmary, and Kathlin went to check. As Kathlin appproached the curtains to look, Alissah instinctively moved her right hand towards her pistol lying in its holster on the nearby cupboard. But when Kathlin suddenly turned to look back with a reassuring smile, she'd quickly snap it back.\n\n\"Oh…it's just Priest Gray, and a blood elf. Nothing to worry about\"\n\n\"Good... \" Alissah muttered, before suddenly raising an eyebrow as she looked up at Kathlin.\n\"A Blood Elf? Was she in the attack?!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Of course\" Thea responded. Looking up at the huge Night Elf, she inclined her head slightly in a gesture that was as polite as it was unyielding. \"I would happy to escort you to your kinswomen. After you stable your tiger\"\n\nThe priestess became aware that the nave was slowly filling around them. Five armoured knights, one of which was obviously a paladin were carefully advancing towards the pair, without having drawn weapons….yet.\n\nClarissa had retreated towards the knights at this point, and was quite loudly telling them in no uncertain terms that they probably should be drawing their weapons. \n\nThere was also an older man, who had quietly emerged from a small door set into one side of the nave close to the altar. He was clearly older than Thea or Clarissa, but younger than Marshal and dressed in robes that while largely similar to what the other elder priests such as Marshal wore, included gold and blue trimmings on the shoulders and on the hem. Clarissa's voice, initially high pitched and squeaky with rage, tailed off noticeably at the sight of him. \n\n*\n\n\"Stop dragging me\" Liaena growled as Rithrynn dragged her out of the corridor containing the prayer rooms and up a flight of steps. From the sounds of fighting behind them, the other elves had not even noticed or cared that they had left. \"I was going that way anyway. And you're taking the long way round\"\n\n\"I just hope that they don't actually find the wine stores\"\n\n\"Besides, I don't think –\"\n\n*BAM*\n\nIgnoring her completely, Rithrynn slammed the final door to the nave open, to stand, visible to all, and gawp at the sight in front of her \"Mistress!\"\n\nPeeking around her, Liaena blanched. \"…Priestess Thea?\"\n\nThea shot Liaena a Look, before inclining her head to the elder priest. \"High Priest Benedict\"\n\nBenedict acknowledged Thea's courtesy, before turning to give Serphia, then Rithrynn, then Serphia again, an odd look. \"What is going on here?\"\n\n*\n\n\"Yes. I don't know\"\n\nKathlin said in response to Alissah, raising her eyebrows slightly at the other woman's agitation. \"It's not that odd really. We don't get many Blood Elves, but if we do it's reasonably likely they're going to be beaten up. And the church doesn't discriminate for healing, so they end up here….\"\n\n\"…Well, not for elves. We've never had an orc, or a troll, or tauren in, so I wouldn't really know about that. I wonder what would happen if a tauren claimed sanctuary\" Kathlin added thoughtfully and belatedly as she sat back down on the bed beside Alissah, poised with bandages in hand. \"We'd need to get bigger beds\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"Either way, don't worry about it\" the girl added consolingly as she started to wrap bandages around Alissah's shoulder and torso. \"The city guard can't arrest her here. This is holy ground.\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"What is going on here?" The narrowed, silvery eyes of the Night Elven Captain scanned the nave of the Cathedral as the robed crowds began to gather. Although the peculiar Priestess Thea definitely held a higher-than-average rank of some sort, it was all to clear that she was not the boss of this enclave. No, standing further away, Serphia's eyes would narrow on a particular individual which she identified as the human boss-man... ... mainly because of the fact that Benedict had the biggest hat of everyone in the room! Suddenly ignoring Thea completely as though she did not even exist, Serphia would pull the reins of her nightsaber to direct Ripfang towards Benedict, walking slowly through the nave towards the High Priest as she was mounted on top of her war tiger. "Mistress!" Rithrynn would repeat, only to get a warning glare from Serphia as the Captain made a clear 'I will deal with you later' expression with her face! As Serphia approached the High Priest, the Knights; whom had seemingly gathered mostly around the part of the nave where the High Priest stood; would move their hands towards the handles of their still sheathed weapon. Though it was an obvious gesture of threat, Serphia would ignore it, instead raising her head in defiance to the knights as she strode through the nave on her nightsaber. She had no intention of being coerced into any kind of submissive behavior by mere monkeys who believed they were worth something merely because they wore shiny armor! "Remember your station, worms." Although she would give the knights a baleful glare from atop her nightsaber, Serphia made no attempt to reach for her own weapons, or any other motion that could indicate that she was going to attack. Walking with complete confidence towards High Priest Benedict, Serphia would find her approach to the High Priest blocked by a single determined Paladin who had placed himself between her and the High Priest. The Night Elven Captain would pause for a moment, throwing an ice cold gaze down towards the lone Paladin as her tiger, Silafeen, gritted its teeth as it gave the Paladin a threatening gaze. Serphia would gaze down at the Paladin, before switching her gaze from him to the High Priest standing behind. "Your minion tells me that you have my warriors." Serphia would finally speak, motioning towards Thea as she glared down at Benedict. "I demand them back, and then I demand an explanation for all this!"
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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.
[ { "text": "\"What is going on here?\"\n\nThe narrowed, silvery eyes of the Night Elven Captain scanned the nave of the Cathedral as the robed crowds began to gather.\n\nAlthough the peculiar Priestess Thea definitely held a higher-than-average rank of some sort, it was all to clear that she was not the boss of this enclave. No, standing further away, Serphia's eyes would narrow on a particular individual which she identified as the human boss-man...\n\n... mainly because of the fact that Benedict had the biggest hat of everyone in the room!\n\nSuddenly ignoring Thea completely as though she did not even exist, Serphia would pull the reins of her nightsaber to direct Ripfang towards Benedict, walking slowly through the nave towards the High Priest as she was mounted on top of her war tiger.\n\n\"Mistress!\" Rithrynn would repeat, only to get a warning glare from Serphia as the Captain made a clear 'I will deal with you later' expression with her face!\n\nAs Serphia approached the High Priest, the Knights; whom had seemingly gathered mostly around the part of the nave where the High Priest stood; would move their hands towards the handles of their still sheathed weapon. Though it was an obvious gesture of threat, Serphia would ignore it, instead raising her head in defiance to the knights as she strode through the nave on her nightsaber. She had no intention of being coerced into any kind of submissive behavior by mere monkeys who believed they were worth something merely because they wore shiny armor!\n\n\"Remember your station, worms.\" \n\nAlthough she would give the knights a baleful glare from atop her nightsaber, Serphia made no attempt to reach for her own weapons, or any other motion that could indicate that she was going to attack.\n\nWalking with complete confidence towards High Priest Benedict, Serphia would find her approach to the High Priest blocked by a single determined Paladin who had placed himself between her and the High Priest. The Night Elven Captain would pause for a moment, throwing an ice cold gaze down towards the lone Paladin as her tiger, Silafeen, gritted its teeth as it gave the Paladin a threatening gaze.\n\nSerphia would gaze down at the Paladin, before switching her gaze from him to the High Priest standing behind.\n\n\"Your minion tells me that you have my warriors.\" Serphia would finally speak, motioning towards Thea as she glared down at Benedict.\n\"I demand them back, and then I demand an explanation for all this!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"The city guard can't arrest her here. This is holy ground.\"\n\n\"I am more worried about what could happen if any of the papers got the whiff of the fact that we now held a Blood Elf here in the Cathedral, what with the recent attack in mind.\" Alissah spoke whilst staring towards the surrounding curtains, outside of which the Blood Elf was somewhere else in the infirmary, before she'd turn to look down at the front page of the newspaper again.\n\n\"It would be one; if you'll excuse me; political shitstorm! Journalists these days don't seem to care about the well being of the city or its citizens, being more than happy to throw fuel on the fire and exaggerate minor incidents all in the name of increased sales and publicity with no thought, regard or consideration to the potentially dangerous consequences of their reckless crowd agitation! 'Royal' Newspaper my ass!\"\n\nAlissah would grimace in disgust as she finished, before suddenly realizing that she was ranting in front of an apprentice! Upon this realization, Alissah would quickly turn to face Kathlin and make an apologetic bow with her head.\n\n\"Forgive my language, Apprentice Priestess Lennox.\" Alissah would say quickly as she held her head low.\n\"It was unprofessional of me to let my temper get the better of me!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I am so dead….\"\n\nLiaena groaned, voice indistinguishable to anyone but Rithrynn due to how deeply her face was buried in her hand. In the centre of the nave, Benedictus gave the Night Elf captain, then Thea, a baffled look. \"Your warriors? Why would we have them?\"\n\n\"I believe her kin are visiting, Archbishop\" Thea clarified softly from behind Serphia. Benedictus frowned as he absorbed this, before turning back to Serphia. \"I see. It was good of you to visit. Your species rarely takes an interest in our teachings\"\n\nSerphia apparently decided to take that statement with all the contempt it deserved with a derisory twist of lip, looming over the paladin and by extension, Benedictus. \"Tell me where they are, and I'll gauge their intent for myself!\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"Well…..there's one over there\" Benedictus mused as he pointed over one of Serphia's shoulders. Swivelling around in one single, fluid motion, Rithrynn was caught like a deer in the headlights in the full force of Serphia's glare, unsure in that moment of whether to stand her ground or flee. Liaena meanwhile, did her best to merge into one of the nearby columns. \n\n*\n\n\"…No, no, that's fine\" Kathlin said slowly, looking slightly bemused by the sudden flare of anger followed by the humble contrition. Perching on the bed beside the woman, she reached over to fluff up the pillow and ensure Alissah was settled comfortably. \"I know the newspapers aren't very good. But Bella's been shrunk, so it might take a bit longer than normal for them to find out that she's down here. That's something, at least\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"Are you going to be alright if I leave you with the priest on duty now?\" Kathlin enquired after a pause, during which she glanced around the small space to try figure out if there was anything she had possibly forgotten in her ministrations. \"I'm very sorry, but I do need to go and explain what happened to Thea and the others. It's probably important\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
The moment Serphia's gaze fell on her for the second time after the Captain had listened to Thea and Benedictus, Rithrynn could feel an icy chill crawl up the back of her spine. "Coming here was a mistake!" Judging by appearance, Liaena was not feeling much better, as she stood next to her with her face hidden in the palm of her hands and her back against the nearby column. Whether it was fear or awkwardness, or both, didn't much matter at that point! " ... expect us to be gone soon." Serphia finally spoke again, her silvery eyes trailing over her shoulder to look at Benedictus, before again setting upon an almost pale Rithrynn who was slowly backing towards the corridor! "I will just want a small chat with my girls first... " Dismounting her battletiger, Silafeen, Serphia would motion for it to go and wait outside of the Cathedral. Silafeen dutifully obeyed his mistress, heading towards the main exit of the nave without objection, but not without first having given the priestess Clarissa another big, toothy grin before running off! Serphia then marched through the nave herself towards a singular objective - Rithrynn. The priests, apprentices and other people of the cloth that may have gathered in the nave gave a wide berth to the imposing Captain as she marched towards her underling and Liaena. The knights and Paladins, now sensing no immediate danger to High Priest Benedictus, were more than happy to step out of the Captain's way as she made her way towards the side of the nave to stand and tower over Rithrynn and Liaena, resting her hands on her hips as she glared down at Rithrynn. " 'Visiting', did I hear correctly?" Serphia would first ask. If looks could kill, Rithrynn would have at this point been nothing but a stain on the floor. "Uhm, yes... sorta, mistress." Rithrynn began carefully, trying to choose her words as carefully as a bomb-disarmer would choose the wires of a high explosive bomb! Serphia stood before her much like a bomb ready to blow, just waiting for Rithrynn to say the wrong word before unleashing her fury upon her! "Or, more like... shacked up, eh, they said something about sanctity,-" "Where are the rest?!" Serphia would suddenly roar, causing Rithrynn to almost fall back as her long elven ears immediately dropped down around her head! "Downstairs, Mistress!" "Show me!" "Uh, r-right this way! ... mistress!" Rithrynn stammered, unable to turn around fast enough and begin walking down the stairs! But before the two Night Elves, Rithrynn and her towering Captain, would venture down into the corridors below the nave, Serphia would lash out with an arm out to grab Liaena by her neck, lifting the small human girl up from the ground and holding her up next to her! "And I do not think you are entirely innocent in this matter either!" Serphia said as she followed Rithrynn out of the nave and down into the corridors below to find the rest of their sisters. As Serphia glared at Liaena, Rithrynn would throw the occasional frightened look over her shoulder at the Captain and the human girl behind her, as if she was just making sure the Captain didn't completely beat the snot out of Liaena when she wasn't watching! "Bringing them here wasn't your idea, by any chance?!"
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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.
[ { "text": "Serphia's silvery eyes scanned the corridor with a methodical precision.\n\nLithriell and Aleena both were cuddled together on one of the humble beds. The bed in question was creaking dangerously at the smallest of movement from the two big Night Elven warriors lying on top of it, as it had obviously been designed to support nothing more than a single, medium sized human!\n\nThe rest of the Sentinels however were all lined up alongside each side of the corridor, each staring across it in complete silence and obedience. Though their uniforms had become somewhat ragged after the raid on Honor's Watch, their posture was still pristine, as they stood like perfect statues whilst standing at attention.\n\nStudying her warriors, Serphia would finally let go off Liaena, dropping the human to the ground with a thud.\n\n\"Where is Sentinel Saleen?\" Serphia would finally ask, noticing that one of her warriors were missing from the corridor. But just shortly after the Captain had raised the question, another voice could be heard coming from around the corner at the end of the corridor.\n\n\"Look at what I found, sisters! You won't believe... \" Sentinel Saleen exclaimed with enthusiasm as she rounded the corner, carrying a heavy wooden crate filled with holy wine which she had obviously raided from the Cathedral basement. But when she saw all her sisters lined up along the corridor; with the exception of Lithriell and Aleena who were sleeping merrily together; and Captain Serphia glaring down at her from the other side of the corridor, she'd immediately freeze on the spot!\n\n\" ... it.\"\n\nWithin the blink of an eye, Saleen would have dropped the crate to the floor, the bottles inside clanking against the cushioning hay inside, and immediately stand attention to salute Serphia as well.\n\n\"Mistress!\"\n\nSerphia, who had up until this point been glaring at her sisters, would suddenly change for a much more milder look as her face turned into a small, almost motherly smile.\n\n\"At ease, sisters.\" She'd finally say, gazing out across her warriors.\n\nIndeed, the ire she had initially felt seemed to have given away to a feeling of comfort when she saw all of her warriors present and in good health. Not one of them was missing, which meant that they had all gotten out of the raid on Honor's Watch with their lives intact. The moment she had separated from her warriors during the attack on the castle, she had feared the worst. It was good to see that her fears had not come to realization.\n\n\"I will not berate you tonight, girls.\" Serphia said with a smile, getting no few confused expressions in return from her sentinels as she began to walk through the corridor between her warriors, hands held behind her back.\n\"In fact, you all impressed me. In this evening, we broke into one of the most fortified and secure points in all of Stormwind! We defeated their greatest of champions who tried to oppose us, we evaded their clumsy counterattacks, and we all got away with barely as much as a scratch! Tonight, we humiliated the apes in their very own capital, and that deserves celebration!\"\n\nSome of the sentinels, who had looked pale as ghosts just earlier, fearing the worst from their Mistress, now beamed with glee, as well as a bit of relief!\nTurning around, Serphia would focus on Saleen.\n\n\"Sentinel Saleen, show the rest of our sisters where you found that crate. We will return to the High Elf's mansion to resume our rightfully deserved festivities, but I heard complaints about our host's wine storage running dry. Gather some provisions and prepare to leave this wretched fort of blasphemy!\" \n\nAn unanimous cheer erupted from the sentinels as they suddenly stormed after Saleen to ravage the wine storage of the Cathedral. Smiling after her sentinels as they poured out of the corridor, Serphia would turn to look at Liaena who was standing next to her.\n\n\"Do not worry. Your little high elf is in the safest of places. I told you I would take care of him, did I not?\" Serphia would smirk down at the black haired girl, all the while resting a hand on her hip. \n\"I may not like you, but when I give you my word, I will not break it.\"\n\nGazing down towards Rithrynn and Liaena, Serphia would turn to look at her 'lieutenant'.\n\n\"Sentinel Syn'dial, the humans have crowded the main chamber and will most likely be obstructing the main exit. I want a backdoor exit from this place. Use your human pet, she might be of use.\" Serphia would instruct, immediately receiving a salute followed by a 'yes, mistress!' from an eager Rithrynn. \n\"Oh, and find a solution for the two lovebirds, Lithrielle and Aleena. I'd hate to disturb them, but they'll be coming with us.\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Liaena folded her arms, looking entirely unimpressed with Serphia's 'benevolence' as she glowered accusingly up at Rithrynn. The little girl did not look at all like she was in a mood to kindly show the Night Elves out of the back door, unless possibly there was a boot involved. \n\n\"You – are – stealing. You were invited. Instead, you cause chaos, get the high priest involved, trash the rooms, run riot – this is supposed to be a sanctuary!!\" Liaena snarled up at Rithrynn. Pointing out any possible hypocrisy at the priestess' ire, looked as though it would cut extremely thin ice with the little girl. Serphia meanwhile was ignoring the human's anger entirely, instead choosing to sashay away down the corridor after the other Night Elves, who were falling over themselves to follow Saleen towards the wine supply, as she stabbed a finger up at Rithrynn with a harsh, angry whisper. \"I swear to the Light, I will ruin your Captain if she decides to trash this place too. Get out. All of you\"\n\n\"What's going on, Apprentice Priestess Rune?\"\n\n\"….Er….\"\n\nLiaena seemed to wilt slightly where she stood, before turning to face down the raised eyebrows of Thea. \"….I was…just trying to sort something out, priestess. The elves got a bit hyper\"\n\n\"So it would seem\" Thea remarked distinctly coldly as she peered down the corridor after the rest of the elves, as faint laughter drifted back. \"Do they intend to stay?\"\n\n\"No\" Liaena said hastily, before shooting a glare at Rithrynn. \"They were just going. Right?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"This whole place is made out of stone!" Rithrynn would retaliate against Liaena's accusations and general doomsaying. "I know you and mistress don't get along, but I doubt she could ever really wreck this place. She does not have your talent when it comes to wanton destruction and demolition! Blowing up big stone castles is your thing, remember?" "What's going on, Apprentice Priestess Rune?" The moment the older Priestess Thea suddenly appeared in the corridor, Rithrynn immediately attempted to position herself so that her big Night Elven figure would block the view of the corridor and the rest of her sisters behind her from Thea. Yet such would be quest in futility as Thea could easily simply glance past her and see Serphia's long white hair and big bouncing butt as the Captain followed her sisters. "They were just going. Right?" "Oh yes!" Rithrynn would quickly add with the biggest smile possible, as Liaena was threatening to literally stab her elbow through her ribs! Suddenly racing into one of the rooms, Rithrynn would soon reemerge with both Lithrielle and Aleena on each shoulder. "We intend to leave right away!" Rithrynn beamed at Thea, attempting to make the whole encounter as pleasant; and as least awkward; as possible! Yet insofar the more than seven foot tall blue haired and glowy eyed amazonian Night Elf warrior's charms would work on the veteran Priestess, Thea, remained to be seen! "This place is nice and all that, and we really appreciate your hospitality, human, buuuut... we sorta... are due for an important meeting with Liaena's boyfriend, Sharon, back at his mansion!" Without a warning, Rithrynn would 'share her burden' by suddenly dropping Lithrielle down onto Liaena for the little girl to carry, an act that was quickly followed by an angry shriek!
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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.
[ { "text": "At that point, a smile had formed on Serphia's lips, as the Captain had closed her eyes; seemingly oblivious to Thea's critical speech.\n\nThe Night Elven woman who had previously been on the edge of fuming with rage over the insults now almost stood swaying on her toes like a happy; albeit oversized teenager; as a surge of activity had suddenly erupted within her butt during the conversation!\n\n\" ... mistress?\" Rithrynn repeated, now as Liaena closed in with a pair of tweezers ready in her hand. Furrowing a brow, Rithrynn would inch slightly closer to the Captain, whispering up into the back of her ear from behind her.\n\"Sharon,- I mean, the High Elf Mage... he's not in your butt, mistress, is he... ?\"\n\nRithrynn asked in a low, almost inaudible voice as the Sentinel threw a worried look down at Serphia's wide butt.\n\n\"Mhmm.. doing quite a good job, too.\" Serphia would mutter with a smile on her face, arching her back and puffing up her chest as she helped the fighting High Elf a little further up into her welcoming butt.\n\n\"Ehm, we need him out... please, mistress!\"\n\nSerphia would finally open a silvery eye and glance down at the pleading Rithrynn next to her.\n\n\"Just a moment more... and a private room.\"\n\n\"Please, mistress, before he's beyond recovery!\"\n\nSerphia would let out a sigh, finding it difficult to enjoy the desperate wriggling of the High Elf trapped in her big butt what with all the constant interruptions around her. Suddenly grabbing the tweezer from Liaena with a lightning fast hand movement, she'd hold it up as she looked down at Rithrynn and Liaena.\n\n\"Alright, if you can find me a good replacement!\" She'd answer with a wicked smirk, resting her hands against her hips while looking at them expectantly.\n\n\"Hai guys!\" \n\nSuddenly sounded the cheerful, if however sloven voice of Aleena as the Sentinel just stepped into the room, her stolen Runeblade strapped to her back and with the rotten, human head of the Death Knight hanging from her waist. Behind her, Lithrielle would be following half-unconscious, carelessly clinging on to her newfound lovemate in the form of Aleena's chest.\n\nNoticing Thea and Paladin Daemon, Aleena would raise her hand in a greeting.\n\n\"Hi there too, humie. Were you talking about the raid? I got so much wild loot from it!\" Aleena would proudly announce with Lithrielle clinging on to her, unsheathing her Runeblade and presenting it to Thea as the Sentinel ran her fingers across the cursed blade.\n\"I mean, look at the craftsmanship on this thing. No offense, but this must be miles beyond mere monkey labor! Probably dwarven, if it hadn't been for the fact you can actually wield it!\"\n\n\" ... and it's red, my favorite color! I mean, what are the odds?!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"……\"\n\n\"And it's red, my favourite colour! I mean, what are the odds!?\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"….You should not carry that around\" Thea said finally. Damon had cursed loudly the moment the sentinel held up the blade and recoiled, his hand now firmly grasping the hilt of his own sword in its sheath. The priestess took half a step towards the Night Elf, now holding up a placating hand. \"Please, let me take that\"\n\n\"Give me those back\" Liaena snapped up at the big Night Elf as Serphia held the tweezers maddeningly out of reach with a smirk. Initially glaring up at her, the girl's eyes moved over the occupants of the room to settle on Rithrynn as Liaena chewed over her ultimatum. \"Sure! Sure, I'll get you a replacement. Just let me get out Sharon first\"\n\n\"No chance! Go and get your own one, human!\"\n\n\"It is not wise, or healthy, to carry that thing, Keldorei\" Thea said firmly as she held a hand out for the blade. \"…Am I to assume its previous owner is dead?\"\n\n\"Well, duh\"\n\n\"I see….that may not help\" Thea muttered to herself, before switching her attention back to Aleena rapidly. \"Those blades are seeped in evil, Keldorei. There are records of a runeblade having an intelligence of its own. There are also case studies of where a Death Knight has been slain; its sword trying to influence and contaminate its next wielder, into bonding with the blade themselves\"\n\nThere was a pause where Thea looked around the room. The priestess appeared to be trying to find anything positive to say about the Night Elf psyche. \"Given the…strong will…of your kin, I would imagine time would be required to have any influence on you. All the same, you should not carry it around. Please put it down\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"NO WAY!" Aleena exclaimed defiantly at Thea's plea, holding the sword protectively within her own arms as if afraid the older human would suddenly snap at her and try to steal it! This action, however, did little to impress Thea, nor absolve Damon's ire directed at her. "Awww, Ali is just very sensitive about her trophies. They mean a lot to her! You should have seen her collection back home!" Lithrielle would mumble as she hung around Aleena, now suddenly turned to peer past her object of affection and towards Thea with a love drunk smile. "Maybe, if you were to give her something in return, something she could hang on her wall instead! A trade!" ... "Hmmm... " On the other side of the room, Serphia was looking down at Liaena whom was nodding enthusiastically at the deal, and then over to Rithrynn who was currently busy watching the standoff between Aleena and Lithrielle versus Thea and Daemon. "Very well, I'll trust your word." Rithrynn, who had been looking the other way, suddenly twitched with one ear as she turned around to look at Liaena and Serphia, noticing the atmosphere of agreement between the, on the one hand; very short, and on the other; very large woman. "Uh, they're a little busy here. Maybe we should find another room?" Rithrynn proposed, tossing a quick glance towards the standoff currently going on in the room. "Indeed, I wouldn't want to disturb them." Serphia said with an amused smirk as she gazed over to Thea and Aleena, all the while twiddling the stolen tweezers in one hand. As Rithrynn walked out the room, Serphia would give Liaena a slight shove in the back with her palm before they walked out, seemingly unnoticed by the two other arguing pairs in the room. Walking out into the cold stone corridor, they would quickly turn around once more, to enter the room next door to their previous chamber. Once they were inside, Serphia would close the door behind them, before walking into the center of the room when she would suddenly stop. Turning around, she would hold the tweezers up to Liaena and Rithrynn. "Let's begin, shall we?" Serphia spoke, eyeing the two. Rithrynn, realizing that Liaena was too short to reach it, would step forward and grab the tweezers from the Captain's hand, nodding quietly and avoiding eye contact. With a smirk, Serphia would turn around and strut across the room and over to a solitary bed. The large Night Elf warrior would move herself onto the clearly undersized human bed, which was usually used by small priestesses and apprentices whom could not hold as much as a candle to neither Serphia's height nor proportions! As the bed creaked dangerously below her, Serphia would move down on all four, resting on her knees and elbows; her face low, back arched, and ass held high! "I'm waiting... " Serphia would then say while swaying her wide butt, a dangerous tone filling her voice! "Oh, right; we'll get to it, mistress!" Rithrynn said as she looked at her Captain's big butt, which in their view consisted of two well trained thighs running up into two fat, bubbly buttocks; the only cloth being a simple, dark silk loincloth hanging down between said buttocks; seemingly threatened to be devoured by them at any moment! Pausing, Rithrynn would suddenly turn and hand Liaena the tweezers. "Eh, you do it!" She'd whisper to Liaena, gently pushing her towards Serphia's rear. "He's your boyfriend, after all!" * Back in the chamber, Lithrielle would now be leaning on Aleena who in turn would be glaring down at Thea. "Awww, I saw some really cool, big book back up in the great hall with some ornate frame, and a lot of other cool artifacts in the surrounding rooms. Why not give one of them to Ali, and I'm sure she'd be happy to give you the blade." Lithrielle would speak with a very cheerful tone, trying to lighten the atmosphere between a very suspicious Aleena and annoyed Thea. "Hrmm... if it was a good one." Aleena would mutter while still hugging the runeblade close to her chest. "And I do believe you when you say there's no health benefits to keeping that sword." Lithrielle would speak, this time to Thea whom she cast a lovable smile while hanging from Aleena, before motioning towards the rotting, severed head of the Death Knight hanging at Aleena's hip. "The previous owner is a testament to that!"
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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.
[ { "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!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "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?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"I blew up the antidote" "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. "Is there anything else you might need, mistress?" The 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. Smirking, Rithrynn moved over to the door, holding onto the doorway before smiling back at her Captain. "I'll leave you two then... " Rithrynn nodded with a wicked smile, before pausing to think. " ... or, three." She 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! Closing 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! "….what did we miss?" "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. "The old human went sort of crazy with the sword! I think Ali set her off with all her crazy demands!" Lithrielle explained, still hanging on to Aleena as if she had no idea of what else to do! " ... I did no such thing!" Aleena suddenly protested, glaring back at Lithrielle. "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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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.
[ { "text": "\"I blew up the antidote\"\n\n\"Among other things... \"\n\n\"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.\n\nThat it had gone so well was nothing short of a miracle!\n\n\"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.\n\"No offense, Rithrynn.\"\n\nYet 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.\n\n\"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!\n\n\" ... what is a Runeblade doing in the Cathedral?!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "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?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "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!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"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! "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. Back 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. "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! "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,-" "Does your uniform even have pockets, Ri?" Rithrynn 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. " ... 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... " While 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. "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! Leaning 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. "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! "Hmmm, maybe if I... " Lithrielle chewed on her lips with a thoughtful expression, glancing over at Bella.
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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.
[ { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "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.\n\nFortunately, 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.\n\n\"I am still not sure which woman Liaena holds the least affection for... Thea or Bella?\"\n\n\"It could wait until later of course if you want to accompany Rune, but time is of the essence\"\n\n\"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.\n\"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.\"\n\nFrom 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!\n\n\"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.\n\"A proper meal, not church rations.\"\n\nThe 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!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"Yes, mistress needs her quiet time! Though she is a mighty warrior, the battle has taken its toll on her and she needs to recuperate." Rithrynn would rush to help explain the Captain's mysterious absence from the room to Thea. If she focused on listening, using her elven hearing, she could hear a faint, low series of moans from the other room. A serie that would suddenly be interrupted by a not-so-quiet "CRACK" from the room next to them, presumably caused by a human-sized bed failing under the weight of a very happy Serphia, which was not very surprising. Yet the pause in the other room following the crash would be short lived, as soon the delighted moans continued once more. "I almost feel sorry for Falere... almost!" Yet something else would soon claim her attention, as Rithrynn was watching Liaena and Sharon from where she stood behind them. The Sentinel could not help but roll her eyes when she saw Sharon lean in to kiss Liaena on the side of her head, letting out an audible huff as she looked the other way. "Sheesh! There's room for two where you just came from, Sharon!" Aleena, who had seemingly been oblivious to Lithrielle who had fallen asleep right behind her, finally made a move. Apparently, her patience had run out, and was not going to wait for Damon anymore, no matter how badly she wanted to teach him a lesson. "Come on, Lithi. Let's leave this dull place!" Aleena said, reaching down to grab Lithrielle's arm. Lithrielle merely mumbled something unintelligible between her lips in return, as she was dragged along the floor behind Aleena and out into the hallway! Though perhaps worse it was for Bella, the tiny human who was stuck under her, who was now not only caught under a giant Night Elf, but also dragged along with her beneath her belly as she was stuck in the black satin belt passing over Lithrielle's glorious metal thong.
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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.
[ { "text": "Liaena turned her head slightly to return his smile, before crinkling her forehead slightly in thought as she considered his statement. \"When did I last eat something?\"\n\nBetween all the fun of dodging assassins, stuffing assassins up Night Elf's butts, stuffing Night Elves up Night Elves butts and assaulting heavily fortified forts, it was true that the girl had not consumed anything but potions since breakfast the previous day. \"…Sure. I'll see you later then\"\n\nThe girl stepped forward to deposit Sharon on the small side-table beside Thea, after a quick check to satisfy herself that the Night Elf threat had apparently dwindled to Low Risk, with Aleena evacuating and dragging Lithrielle behind her. \"I'll see you later. Won't I, Rithrynn?\"\n\n\"Wut?\"\n\nThe Night Elf gave her a confused and slightly offended look, with a 'what in the world could you ever suspect of poor MOI!?' expression spread over her face. Liaena shot back a 'you know damn well what' look back, and headed for the door. \"Can I hang onto your tweezers, Kitty? Just in case?\"\n\n\"Why? The laboratory has a tool kit\" \nKathlin enquired in a tone of confusion as she hurried along beside Lithrielle and Aleena. Reaching down, the girl lifted the big Night Elf off the floor where she was being scraped along the ground to poke around in her belt for the lost Bella. Judging by the complaints of that priestess, she had been pushed slightly…lower. \"Ewww! It's like a jungle in here!\"\n\n\"Good point\" Liaena mused aloud, before shooting Sharon a last smile, giving Thea a wary nod and heading for the door. \"Oh and Priestess Thea…don't leave me out of the plotting. You know I'm good at it\"\n\n\"Apprentice Rune\"\n\n-click-\n\nThea made a tsking noise as she watched the door, which had been very rapidly carefully shut behind Liaena as she made a hasty retreat. Shaking her head slightly, she turned back to Sharon in the now quiet room with only Rithrynn present in addition to the pair. \"I would imagine that we have a minute or so at most to converse before Paladin Damon returns, Mr. Dal'dieb so I would prefer to get to the point. How were you intending to present your version of events to the city? This cult has got to the press first as you might expect\"\n\nThe priestess held up the newspaper, placing it on the table so the miniature High Elf could step over and read the headline. While he was doing that, the woman turned to raise her eyebrows slightly at Rithrynn. \"It does not help that your retinue is so strikingly unlikeable, I am afraid. Please excuse my bluntness Keldorei, but at this rate I will not be able to prevent your kins expulsion from the Cathedral. Given you decided to take shelter here, I assume that was not the original intent?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "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.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"It does not help that your retinue is so strikingly unlikeable," "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. "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... " Rithrynn rolled her eyes, shrugging her shoulders while throwing her hands back and letting them rest by her sides. " ... I guess it's a special place!" Fortunately 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? Whatever he had said, he lost Rithrynn before halfway into his long speech, the Night Elf only perking up at the last part. "Wait... you're saying we're gonna take a boat ride?!" But 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. Aleena'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! "What... are you doing?" Aleena 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. Lithrielle 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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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.
[ { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "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!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"It used to be down here, but somebody flooded the crypt with swamp gas. So it got moved." "Heh, we all probably know who that was." Rithrynn would mutter quietly to Sharon, leaning her head over towards her shoulder. "Don't we, Shaw?" " ... " "Shaw?" Rithrynn 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! "WHAT?! Where did he go!?" Eyes 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. "He was on my shoulders just moments ago!" Turning 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! " ... but it might be a bit, uh….Tight" "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. " ... and what is that supposed to mean?" Fortunately 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! "Syn'dial? What's wrong?" "Oh! Nothing!" Rithrynn immediately reacted, standing up straight as if everything was alright, before slowly leaning her head as she looked aside. "Erhm, well... I sorta lost the tiny High Elf... kind'a... " "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. "Oh, mistress, you found him!" Rithrynn exclaimed cheerfully, whilst taking a careful step towards her Captain. "I should've known he was there!" Serphia, 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. "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. "Maybe try asking next time." Dropping 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. "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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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.
[ { "text": "\"A giant squid? Nobody said anything about that before!\" Rithrynn would remark, before throwing a glance over at Sharon as the High Elf spoke. \n\nSerphia, in the meanwhile, shifted her eyes between the tunnel; grimacing slightly at the stench emanating from it; before her eyes shot back at Kathlin. Patting the handle of one of the vicious swords hanging at her hips, she would take a sideways step towards the small hole in the wall.\n\n\"Squid or not, I don't want to suffer the brainless squawking of those monkeys up in the temple any longer.\" Serphia noted, having few fond thoughts about her encounter with the priestly order of Stormwind just recently.\n\nResting a hand against the edge of the small crevice in the wall, Serphia's eyes would narrow on Kathlin as she pointed at her.\n\n\"And you are coming with us! You know these tunnels better than us, and know which one to get to that Liaena girl the fastest. And if this is a trick, it'll be on you as well!\" Serphia remarked with a suspicious glare, before the Captain turned towards the small crevice, studying it for a moment.\n\nRithrynn was quick to rush and 'grab' Kathlin before any of her other sisters could, knowing full well that they wouldn't be quite as benevolent towards the little human girl!\n\"Don't worry, it'll be okay! You'll be off the hook as soon as we're out!\" Rithrynn would whisper reassuringly to Kathlin.\n\n\"Light.\" The Captain then said, holding out a hand towards the rest of the Sentinels. One of them would produce a small cone shaped like root with a hallowed core, occupied by a small, bright blue moon butterly that fluttered around within it and emanated a strong blue light reminiscent to that of a full moon that helped lit up the gloomy catacombs. Grabbing the butterfly cone from the Sentinel and stringing it around her neck with a thread, letting it rest in her cleavage as it lit the way in front of her, Serphia would finally bend forward to begin to squeeze herself into the narrow crack.\n\nWith some intricate maneuvers, the Captain managed to wriggle her upper body relatively easily enough inside of the small hole. But as she tried to enter it fully, she got stuck. The captain's generously proportioned and well trained butt was stuck in the hole, wriggling around but not going anywhere no matter how much the Captain tried to crawl forward.\n\n\"Goddess curse this place... \" Serphia would mutter with a growl as the other part of her body was still in the hole.\n\n\"Girls, give me a push!\"\n\n\"Yes, mistress!\" \n\nThe rest of the sentinels answered out almost like in a perfectly synchronized choir behind Rithrynn and Kathlin. Rithrynn merely stared at Serphia's bubble butt for a moment, before realizing that they were next in line!\n\n\"Oh crap!\"\n\nWith little to no warning, the rest of the Night Elves suddenly surged forward; pushing Rithrynn and Kathlin right up against Serphia's ass as no less than seven fully grown and strong sentinels worked to forcefully help and squeeze their Captain through the gap! Rithrynn let out a muffled groan of discomfort as she was pressed against Serphia's big butt, holding onto Kathlin who was in a similar situation.\n\nThe scuffle, though brutish and uncomfortable, was however very successful, as soon Serphia disappeared completely into the hole in the wall, quickly followed by Rithrynn and Kathlin who were both squeezed up against the rear, and finally, a steady stream of impatient Night Elves following right behind.\n\n\"I hope you didn't bring that shrunk Bella girl with you.\" Rithrynn would groan between all the pushing to Kathlin, realizing how little warning the girl had actually received.\n\n\"In fact, I had hoped we could've just used the main door!\"\n\nWhenever Serphia would get stuck, the tiny tunnel would experience a bottling effect, until the pressure from the elves in the back succeeded in pushing the former forward yet again!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
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! "Why couldn't we just take the front door?! ... " Rithrynn thought to herself, bemoaning the uncomfortable journey through the earth. Finally 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! "Eluuune!" Shortly 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. Aleena, 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! "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! Behind 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! "This isn't the time to be taking a swim, girls! Hurry up!" Serphia'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. "I suppose we'll have to meet her somewhere... " Rithrynn reasoned in reference to Liaena, whom Kathlin said was still behind. "I just hope she doesn't get herself into more trouble. She seems to have a knack for that kind of thing." Rithrynn spoke as they fell in behind Serphia who was marching through the sewer at a steady pace, eyeing the manholes over them. "What do you think, Shaw?" ... "Shaw?" After 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! "Have you seen Sharon?!"
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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.
[ { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Oh, hello Mr. Dal'dieb. Rithrynn will be glad that you're safe\"\n\n\"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.\n\"Oh yes, I'm sure she would.\"\n\nOne 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!\n\n\"Nope, I'm not letting Rithrynn hold me again until she's gotten a real bath. One that does not involve sewage... \"\n\nSharon 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.\n\nLooking 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.\n\nHe 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. \n\nTherefore, 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.\n\n\"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.\n\n\"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.\n\nWith 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!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"Eeeeewww!" It was the only word that came out of Rithrynn's mouth after she had fallen into the disgusting river of shit. Covered from top to toe with what she wouldn't even dare think about, she slowly made her way towards the ledge to pull herself up. She was mad, and it was obvious in the way she gave Aleena the stink eye all the way. She wanted to start a fight, but 1. They were in a river of shit. And 2, that would mean touching Aleena, who also smelled! Though exactly how 2 could make things any worse was debatable... "What?!" The moment Sharon would teleport onto the shoulder of Ashira, the Sentinel would spin around with her sword at the ready as soon as she noticed the slight, blue flash in the corner of her eyes. But when she finally noticed the tiny High Elf sitting on her shoulder, the expression on the green haired sentinel's face would soon turn into a royal 'WTF' look. "Don't worry, miss. I'll be like a shadow." " ... " Ashira just looked at him. She did not say anything, but there was not any look of dislike or apprehension in her face. In fact, there seemed to be a lot of different emotions running around on the surface, as she spent most of her time merely studying Sharon while also pretending not to by looking forward. While mostly confused, she almost seemed excited as well, as if wanting to say something but trying to contain it. "ARE ... well, uh, my name is Ashira." As they reached the ledge after a session of complaining and disgusted facial expressions, Aleena was the first person to put her hands over the ledge and begin to pull herself up. But halfway on the way to do so, Rithrynn would suddenly reach past her with her arm and place her hand on Aleena's face; the Sentinel immediately cursing when one of Rithrynn's sewage-caked fingers incidentally reached her mouth; before Rithrynn shoved her right back into the sewer as she climbed up the ledge herself. When she eventually noticed Sharon as the small High Elf spoke to her, Rithrynn merely glared at him. Normally, she'd be both relieved and happy to find him. That was not the case now however, with the Night Elf being covered with shit! Instead, she merely gave him a nod of acknowledgement as she placed herself next to Kathlin and the other elf. "Don't you have a spell for this?" Rithrynn eventually inquired, motioning down towards her body and the sewage that now covered it! In the meantime, after Sharon had mentioned his desire of riding on Ashira's shoulder instead, the Sentinel would look over Kathlin (who was between them) at Rithrynn from behind the High Elf on her epaulet, motioning at the tiny High Elf and giving Rithrynn a silent 'LOOK AT WHO LIKES ME MORE!' expression of triumph when Sharon wasn't watching, causing Rithrynn's own expression to grow very dark all of a sudden!
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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.
[ { "text": "As the party had entered the atrium, it did not take long before an excited voice could be heard coming from the door leading up into the living room as a familiar, pink haired Night Elf suddenly came through the door.\n\n\"Guys, you made it back! How great to see you mistress!\"\n\nThe familiar, pink-haired Night Elf would turn out to be none other than Naliyah herself! Naliyah, looking excited as ever, happily strode over to the group, the pink haired elf proudly wearing nothing but an undersized human leather corset, some tall leather boots and a piece of string supposed to represent a thong that was only moments away from bursting around the elf's mighty hips!\n\nWith a huge smile on her face, Naliyah would walk up to \"Serphia\" and the closets chevalier-elves and look over them before quickly spotting \"Rithrynn\" over in the back next to Liaena.\n\n\"RITHY!\"\n\nLike a humanoid comet, Naliyah would suddenly shoot past \"Serphia\" and the other elves like a hurricane and collide right into \"Rithrynn\" in a huge hug!\n\n\"You made it back too! And you don't look any worse for wear whatsoever!\" Naliyah beamed with happiness as she glanced all over \"Rithrynn\", studying her expression. \n\n\"And her truest human pet as well!\" Naliyah exclaimed as she turned to look over at Liaena.\n\"Thank you for keeping her safe, it is soo... ohhh! What's that!\"\n\nNaliyah would pause, suddenly noticing the tiny High Elf Valion standing on the armrest next to Liaena. Leaning down towards him(incidentally dragging \"Rithrynn\" with her as well as she hadn't let go off the hug), Naliyah would crouch down so she was face to face, or technically nose-to-whole-elf, and study the tiny Valion.\n\n\"Goddess, you got a new lit'l helfie! Haaaaai there, cutie! What is your name? I'm Naliyah!\"\n\n*\n\n\"What a day... \" Delilah muttered to herself as she walked back outside of the gate to resume her post of the entrance to the mansion.\n\nHowever, as soon as she had turned around and placed her hands against her back to resume her guard pose, she would already spot another crowd approaching the gate. A crowd consisting of Night Elves...\n\n\"What? ... ??\"\n\nDelilah's eyes would widen noticably as she recognized the crowd, with none other that the 8ft tall Serphia proudly marching in front the rest of the Sentinels.\n\n\"By Elune, what is GOING ON?!?\" Delilah merely muttered to herself in disbelief, staring at the incoming group with a big \"WTF\" look as if she could not believe her own eyes!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"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. The 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! "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. " ... " "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!" " ... " "We have... what the fuck is the problem, Delilah?" At 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. "DELILAH!" *Smack!* "Oww!" "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! "I.. uh, well... I already let you guys in." "In? We're still outside!" "I mean like less than five minutes ago!" "What?" "I swear, by Elune!" "HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING ON WATCH, DELI?!" "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. "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. Serphia 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. All except Rithrynn, where the Sentinel's eyes would suddenly widen for a moment as a dreadful memory just struck her... "Wait, is this some potion shenanigans reminiscent of Liaena's that's going on?!" Rithrynn 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? It 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. But 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? Rithrynn gazed up at Serphia standing next to her, the Captain's eyes fixed on the gate as it swung open. If 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... ... heads would roll.
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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.
[ { "text": "\"She sounds like a great girl, but how do you think she compares to that of a real Night Elven woman?\n\n\"Well... easier.\" Sharon said, eyeing Ashira for a moment.\n\"Less proportions to get stuck in, so to say... \"\n\nSharon 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. \n\nCould 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. \n\nHowever, his worry over Ashira would soon give way as they arrived at the mansion, and they encountered a very perplexed Delilah outside the gates!\n\n\"Something isn't right.\"\n\nSitting 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.\n\n\"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.\n\n\"Whatever happens in there, look twice before you stab anything. Or shoot anyone.\"\n\n----------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe 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!\n\nOne of them looked for direction towards Silje-Serphia, but she was still too busy blushing at the recently arrived Naliyah to even react!\n\n\"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\"\n\n\"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.\n\nAs they walked, he would toss a glance down at Malizia in Liaena's hand.\n\n\"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.\"\n\nValion 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.\n\n\"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.\n\"All the commotion of the day has left me wanting for some quiet time.\"\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\"Pssth, Captain! Captain! The mission, remember?!\" \n\nOne 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.\n\n\"Summon the elves in the house, make them follow you and leave the mansion!\" Lisa-Ashira would continue to sneer up at her.\n\n\"Shouldn't we let them get dressed fir,-\"\n\n\"They're elves, they're just naturally weird; deal with it!\" \n\n\"Uh, okai... ?\"\n\nChevalier \"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!\n\nSilje-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.\n\n\"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.\n\nThrowing 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. \n\n\"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!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "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?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
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. " ... " *CRASH* *CRACK* *TROMBOLOMBO* Without 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. Lowering 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. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" Serphia's voice would boom through the entire mansion, before she spotted none other than... herself? A 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. "Who is this impostor?!" Serphia would shout out and point at Silje-Serphia. At 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. Rithrynn, staring at the crowd of chevalier elves with a look of disbelief, would lean in towards her Captain to mutter. "Maybe she is your greatest a fan, mistress!"
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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.
[ { "text": "Mei was slowly moving through the empty streets of Stormwing. There was still some time before dawn so most people were still in their beds, sleeping and probably having a lot better time at it than Mei ever had for years. Every now and then as she walked through the dark streets, she would lean on a nearby wall to steady herself as the cold air slowly sobered her up. She frown at that, but there was she could do about it. Her wage was still some time away and she already had taken her share of loans so she was dead broke... again. \n \n\"Maybe I will have to take a side job... again...\" She muttered as she slowly walked down the street towards the inn she was staying at. The warrior trainer job wasn't really well paid, especially here in Stormwind. It was also part of the reason she chose to stay here really. Back in Exodar, she couldn't take the eyes full of pity of the people around her.\n \n\"Look at yourself! Did you spend the night drinking ...again!?\" She suddenly heard a lound voice as she finally entered \"The Jumping Kobolt\", the inn she stayed at. The source of the voice was the older, a middle aged woman with somewhat round body and motherly face.\" I'm sorry...\" Was all that Mei replied, her eyes carrying the usual sadness in them. The woman simply sighed and gave Mei a waterskin. \"Here, drink this... you need to drink water...\" The woman stated and the draenei obediently took the waterskin, heading back to her own room.\n \nThe room was small one, it had barely enough space for a small bed(which was also too small for the draenei), a single desk with a chair and a small wardrobe which was still empty. All Mei had was a simple steel sword and a strangely elegant and probably precious spear. Even the clothing she wore was a gift to her by the nice innkeeper, who seemed to take care of her for some reason. \n \nOnce inside her own room, she locked the door behind herself, drank down the waterskin in one go for she was indeed incredibly thirsty and laid down on the bed... Today she had no work.. she hated when she had no work... maybe she was going to find some work in hte afternoon... after a nap... yeah... that sounded as a good plan.\n \nSuddenly she heard a strange familiar sound from under her. Her eyes flung open as a magic circle formed around her.\" Not again...\" She muttered as she fell through the portal beneath her. She didn't even have the chance to pull at least the sword with herself.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "text": "\"I can't believe it, Li! How could you get kidnapped AGAIN?! This is like the third time in a month, at least! I mean, by the goddess!\"\n\n\"I did not 'get kidnapped' even once. And you're late\" \nLiaena hissed back at the large Night Elf, looking none too happy with the accusations levelled at her on top of everything. Kathlin smiled at the other girl as she started to float gently into the air with the Sentinels, wind-milling her arms slightly to remain vertical. \"I'm glad you're okay, Li\"\n\n\"Mmh. I could do without the party-crashers\" Liaena muttered, eyes fixed on the miniature Valion. Kathlin followed her gaze. \n\n\"Try to be somewhat useful at the very least, girl!\"\n\n\"Nah, bad plan\" the little priestess gasped as she took advantage of Malizia's distraction with Sijie-Serphia to reach into her pocket, pull out the dart gun, jam it into the side of the Draenei's face and fire it off in one fluid action. Simultaneously Kathlin lifted a hand and the levitate spell holding her and the Night Elves was promptly dispelled, all dropping back to the floor. \n\n*VROOOOOOM*\n\nSijie-Serphia was promptly bowled over by an extremely livid Serphia, who looked as though her mood had not improved even slightly from her brief time out in the air. Malizia dropping to the floor unconscious – again – Liaena lunged forward to try and intercept Valion as the room erupted into chaos again. \n\n\"Here, Li!\"\n\nKathlin cried out as she spotted Valion, the latter darting for cover out of the way of all the Night Elves crashing around. Swooping down on him, the girl caught him up in the only weapon she had available - namely in a length of her winter cloak like a net.\n\nHolding the edges together like a makeshift sack with an angry Valion bouncing around inside, Kathlin gave Liaena a slightly sheepish smile as she held the bundle of cloth out to her. \"I didn't want to hurt him\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Nooo!" *CRASH* "Pleaaase!" *SMASH!* "Doooon't!" *CRACKBOM* Silje-Serphia was rapidly backstepping away from the mechanical killing machine that was Serphia whom was walking towards her at a steady but frightening pace! When the impostor tried to raise a small coffee table to use as a shield, Serphia merely punched right through it with an armored fist! When Silje-Serphia attempted to hold up an unbrella to defend herself with, it was immediately grabbed straight out of her hands; the fuming elven Captain merely bending the metal shaft over one knee and tossing it aside. Sidestepping back behind a sofa, Silje-Serphia would only let out a shriek when Serphia suddenly did a roundhouse kick, kicking the furniture aside and out of her way! But while Silje-Serphia was experiencing the single most terrifying moment of her entire life, Rithrynn had just gotten back onto her own feet after having been unceremoniously slumped into the ground! "Why don't Li and her friends ever warn be before reactivating the force of gravity?!" Rithrynn thought to herself while brushing a fancy new bruiser she had gained on her forehead, before she heard movement behind her. Ears perking up, she'd spin around, turning around to see Lisa-Lithrielle still standing in the doorway behind them! "Uhh, Lithi? ... " Those were Rithrynn's first words, but on a second look; upon noticing the mysterious lack of battle scars on Lisa-Lithrielle's pristine uniform, the lack of Lithrielle's favorite signature bow and its decorative gnome hairlocks which she had claimed from some terrified Gnome tourists, the fact that this Lithrielle seemed mysteriously exhausted despite the fact that Lithrielle was the most endurant elf in the warband; and perhaps most glaring of it all; the lack of any kiss or clawmarks from Aleena! Put together, this created all sorts of red flags in Rithrynn's head! "Something is up, and it's definitely not Lithrielle!" "Who are you and what did you do to my sister?!" Rithrynn would then suddenly exclaim, rising to her feet and throwing an accusing finger towards a rather surprised looking Lisa-Lithrielle! Behind her, Vashi would simply look at Rithrynn, and then at Lithrielle; a major 'WTF' look sitting on the elven magi's face!
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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.
[ { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"My sin was trying to save my race from oblivion!\"\n\nMalizia 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.\n\nReadjusting 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!\n\nThe 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.\n\n\"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.\n\"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!\"\n\nMalizia's eyes narrowed sharply on Mei, the Draenei ignoring the blood that seeped down across her left eye.\n\n\"Our misguided ideas of right and just were just as dangerous to us as the Orcs themselves - if not more so!\"\n\n---------------------------------\n\nSilje-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!\n\n\"Sharon, you mean the yellow haired High Elf?\" Silje inquired as she looked towards Liaena and Kathlin, her eyes remaining on the latter.\n\n\"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!\n\"I never realized anyone so tiny could run that fast... \"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
The standoff between the two Draenei had become the center of attention in the room. While they were talking, Rithrynn would be slowly inching her way around the room in a half circle around the two fighters, until she stood right next to her Captain. Vashi would repeat the same thing, approaching Serphia from the opposite direction and keeping her distance to the two Draenei. As she stood next to her towering Captain, Rithrynn would slowly lean in; eyes still on Mei and Malizia, and whisper up to Serphia. "Uhhmm... should we intervene, mistress?" She asked, throwing a slightly quizzical look between Serphia and the two Draenei. The fight seemed to have been really one sided to far. An unarmed, perhaps drunk Draenei fighting a fully armed and armored Draenei who wielded not just one, but two Runeblades! "We probably should... " Serphia had raised a hand up to her chin, rubbing it for a moment as she gazed thoughtfully at the two combatants. Suddenly motioning for Vashi to give her her sword, she held the blade up in front of Vashi. Vashi, looking slightly confused for a moment, would raise her staff towards the blade, casting a quiet enchantment which suddenly caused the runes inscribed into the Night Elven magi's blade to suddenly glow with a deep, orange hue as the blade suddenly began to burn! "Draenei, catch!" The Night Elven Captain's voice would suddenly call out through the room when she suddenly threw Vashi's now flaming elven shortsword towards Mei like a flaming missile, despite the fact that half of Malizia was already in the way! As she did, Serphia would raise her own sword and called out to Rithrynn and Vashi standing around her. "KILL THE SQUID GOAT!" "Which one?!" "THE EVIL ONE!" " ?? ... OKAY!" In an instant, Rithrynn and Serphia suddenly charged towards Malizia from behind, the two big and bigger Sentinels rapidly closing the gap between them; and Vashi cast a spell that levitated Malizia's feet some inches above the ground, making the Death Knight lose her footing! * Back in the atrium, pandemonium had ensued! (even worse than before!!) Aleena and Lithrielle had teamed up in the middle of the brawl, and had just double slammed one of the chevalier-elves into the ground when Aleena turned to look at Lithrielle. "Where's the rest of those traitors?! I'm itching for a fight!" Aleena exclaimed as she looked around, offhandedly elbowing a drunk Sentinel as she tried to attack her from behind, causing her to slump right down onto the fallen chevalier-elf, whom let out a painful groan in return! "I think we've run out of them... " Lithrielle replied as she scanned the surrounding battle, which at this point mostly featured the warband fighting against itself; any chevalier-elf having been lost in the confusing elf brawl. "Wait, look!" Aleena would suddenly say, grabbing Lithrielle as she pointed towards two tiny High Elves locked in battle a little further away, barely visible past the legs of the fighters! "It's that High Elf guy we're supposed to be protecting - and I think he found the last invader!" "Ohhh, let's get him! "Yeees!!" "CHAAAARRGEE!" And with a combined battle cry, Aleena and Lithrielle charged forth together through the fray and towards Sharon and Valion, using an unfortunate, crouched sentinel as a stepping stone as they both leaped into the air towards the two High Elves in a combined, aerial elf assault formation!
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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.
[ { "text": "\"I've had enough of the preaches you and the paladins utter…\" Mei roared as the runeblade slashed her side. The pain erupted inside her mind, her body felt cold at that moment as the effect of the death knight's magic blade surged through her wound, freezing it. Still Mei had long since stopped being a normal warrior, as the pain filled her mind and the rage fueled her up, the burning fires of rage in her eyes only grew stronger.\n\n She roared again, the sensation of pain dulled by her berserk state, she was just about to charge again with even greater rage as the shout came, followed by a burning sword. In a moment of silence unusual for a berserker, she grabbed the burning blade in midair. It was a good sword, somewhat lighter than the ones she was used to wield... her dual pair of two handed swords. She missed having them in her rage.\n\n The familiar sensation of a sword's hilt filled her arm. It took her, but a moment to suddenly press the burning blade against her frozen wound. In a few brief seconds the wound first was unfrozen and then the flesh began to burn. She felt that much better with her flesh burned than the frost spreading like a desease in her body, limiting her ability to move.\n\n \"That's better… pain is the only proof one still lives…\" She muttered with a huge grin. \n\n Then she charged at the death knight again, rage burning through her mind and pulling all locks of her body.\" HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!\" With a battle cry she slashed at Ryuuna, using the moment when the mage broke her footing. Her enraged mind allowing her to utilize even more strength than usual…\n\n \"TO OBLIVION WITH THE LIGHT AND DARKNESS!\" Mei shouted.\" I WANT TO DESTROY YOU OF MY OWN DESIRE...\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "text": "\"Sharon, you mean the yellow haired High Elf?\"\n\n\"Blond\" Kathlin corrected her lightly, before emitting a small sigh as she stared in the way Silje pointed. \"The 'Mindbreaker'…please tell me that that's metaphorical, at least?\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Come on then. We might as well try and be helpful\"\n\nTaking Silje gently by the wrist, Kathlin tugged her with her as she started to jog down the corridor in the direction Sharon and Valion had gone. Silje lagged slightly, looking somewhat nervy and unhappy with apparently being involved in the \"helpful\" arrangement. \"But w-w-what do you want me to do!? Light, I'm not a warrior!\"\n\n\"Uh, neither am I. But that doesn't stop other people getting hurt\" Kathlin responded as she took the stairs down in the atrium. As she paused at the bottom, she glanced back at Silje as she surveyed the situation. \"Just y'know…try and improvise\"\n\n\"CHAAAAAARGEEEE!!\"\n\nThe girls stared as Aleena and Lithrielle soared through the air, to crash into the ground and skiddy several meters on their front. Lithrielle glanced around with a thoughtful expression on her base as she rubbed her breasts against the marble floor. \"I think I got him, Ali\"\n\n\"Me too….maybe?\" Aleena responded curiously as she wriggled around. \"I can feel something squirming\"\n\n\"Can…I see?\" Kathlin enquired hesitantly as she stepped forward. Reaching out a hand, Aleena sudden found herself floating a few feet off the floor. \"Hey!\"\n\nKathlin gulped as she stared down at Valion, that elf panting and breathless after being freed from his fleshy prison. \"Nope\"\n\nTHUD\n\n\n\"…HEY!\"\n\n\"Hey!\"\n\n\"There you are\" Kathlin smiled as she pulled Sharon out of the crevice of Lithrielle bust. Holding him in her hand, the girl couldn't help but give him an amused look. \"You do seem to end up in these sorts of situations a lot, don't you?\"\n\nHiding behind Kathlin from the night elf menace in the room, Silje peeked at Sharon, before whispering audibly to Kathlin. \"I thought he had a girlfriend?\"\n\n*\n\n\"Who in the Light is that?\"\n\n\"TO OBLIVION WITH THE LIGHT AND DARKNESS! I WANT TO DESTROY YOU OF MY OWN DESIRE!!\"\nStanding largely ignored just inside the doors, Liaena's eyebrows rose fractionally as Mei roared her challenge, before lunging into battle with the Death Knight. \"OK she might be an unknown, but I kinda like her style\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"I need to replenish my stock\"\n\nLiaena frowned as she stared at her satchel, disappointingly light with the one of the straps severed no less – and then around the room. Her gaze settled on Sharon's writing desk, a solid chunk of Mahogany. \"Perfect\"\n\nStepping forward, the girl rested a hand on the desk as she spun around to the fighters in the room. \"HEY RITHRYNN! DUCK!\"\n\n\"….What!?!\"\n\nLifting the desk off the ground as though it was a feather, Liaena threw it like a cricket ball as Rithrynn turned around sharply, before diving to the floor for cover! Malizia meanwhile, barely had a chance to look in the right direction before the chunk of solid wood hit her bodily in the side, taking her straight into one wall. \n\n-CRASH-\n\nThe wall in question was panelled, and an interior wall – plasterboard and soft wood, hardly an exterior wall or load bearing. The momentum carried Malizia plus desk straight through it, creating a sizeable hole and leaving the Draenei wedged in wooden panelling with a desk on top her. \n\n\"….\"\n\n\"What?\" Liaena sniffed archly in response to some of the looks she was getting from the contents of the room...particularly from Mei. \"I couldn't let you lot have all the fun\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Take down that stupi... squi fa... " Serphia was charging through the room like a Night Elven rocket, Rithrynn right beside her, when she would suddenly slow down. Seeing Liaena move towards Sharon's prized mahogany desk, a moment of Deja Vu occurred for the captain, with vivid images appearing within her mind as she thought back to a scene back in Honor's Watch that involved a heavy stone coffin launched at her like a catapult round. "GET DOWN!" Serphia exclaimed! Rithrynn had already heard the warning and began moving, but Serphia, in a surprising display of precognition, would push her out of the way as the two elves fell in a pile on the floor - just in time as a large, wooden desk + a surprised Malizia flew through the room like a missile! *CRASH!* "Elune! ... Li! Why did you do that?!" As wood splinters rained down throughout the office, followed by an expanding cloud of dust from the crash site of the desk that was bellowing out into the rest of the room, Rithrynn would roll her head around to throw Liaena an annoyed glare! Realizing that any attempt to quell Liaena's chaotic habbits was about as likely to succeed as telling a cow to stop mooing or dynamite not to explode when tossed in a pyre, Rithrynn would let out an annoyed sigh as she turned her head around to look towards the heavy thing lying on top of her. "Uhh, m-mistress? ... " Lying on top of her almost like a shield was none other than Captain Serphia herself! While at first not noticing her, the Captain would eventually rear her head to look down at her. And it was a surprisingly happy, as well as lustful; smile that met Rithrynn, enough to send a chill up the Sentinel's spine. "Uhm... could you please move? ... please... ?" * Aleena barely had time to let out an offended gasp as she was promptly dropped from her floating position in the air, only to let out another gasp of both surprise and delight as the large Night elven warrioress landed right on her butt; with the tiny Valion below her barely even managing to scurry all but a short way before going straight up into Aleena's big butt as she crashed down! Lithrielle, too surprised to even notice the smaller human girl extracting the shrunken High Elf from her cleavage, stared towards Aleena with big eyes. "Ali, are you okay?!" Lithrielle would quickly ask as she rushed to kneel down next to the sitting Aleena. Aleena's mouth was wide open, before slowly closing. "Oh, I am!" The initial look of surprise on Aleena's face would quickly be replaced by that of a big, broad smile as she looked back up at Lithrielle! "I got the bad guy!" Aleena exclaimed with great enthusiasm while wriggling her butt around triumphantly around on the ground, much to the misfortune of Valion! "Hihi, I don't think he ever saw you coming, sis!" Lithrielle exclaimed with the same amount of enthusiasm, as the sentinel threw her arms around Aleena just as the Night Elf had gotten off her feet, causing her to tilt dangerously back and almost into the path of another drunken Night Elf who was looking for a fight, but the latter missing them as her haymaker was way off, causing her to tumble into a nearby wall!
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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.
[ { "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-", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Oh, apparently they're doing well up there\"\n\n\"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. \n\nTossing a quick look around, the tiny High Elf would spare Aleena's butt one last look.\n\n\"I don't think he's getting out of there anytime soon... \"\n\nFeeling 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...\n\n... and the rather important fact that they had a Death Knight on the loose somewhere in the house as well!\n\n\"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!\n\nMoments 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...\n\n... coming flying straight towards them!\n\nIt was only through some quick thinking that Kathlin managed to take a step back just as Mei barreled past them like an airborne torpedo! \n\nClinging 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!\n\nFurther 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!\n\n\"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!\n\n\"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.\n\nAs 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.\n\n\"Need a hand?\" Sharon inquired with a smile, before laying one glove on the side of Mei's neck.\n\nMuttering 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!\n\nMei and Sharon had been teleported further up in the stairwell, right in front of the path of the fleeing Malizia! \n\nHowever, 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!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"And get a move on!" " ... " "I WOULD if you hadn't gotten me into this mess!" Rithrynn would shout back furiously from where the Sentinel was pinned beneath a rather aroused looking Serphia. "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!!!" "Uhm... " Vashi's eyes seemed to be jumping between the door leading out of the study, over to Rithrynn and Serphia, and back at the door. "Deal with the petty Draenei, Vashi. Me and Syn'Dial needs some privacy... !" Serphia would say as she stared intensly down onto a rather concerned looking Rithrynn. "O-of course, mistress!" Vashi would stammer, beginning to storm out of the door as soon as she had been given clear direction as to where she was supposed to go! However, from beneath Serphia, Rithrynn would flail around and raise a finger towards Vashi before she could exit the room! "And get Li, or at least one of her antitodes! PLEASE, HURR,-" Rithrynn was in the process of shouting out instructions to Vashi when Serphia suddenly placed the tip of her finger onto Rithrynn's mouth, hushing her and causing the Sentinel's eyes to shoot back up at the rather lewd looking expression of Serphia as the Captain hovered over her with lustful intent. "Sssshh, now. No more complaints, sweets." Serphia spoke with an eerily light voice as a huge grin now adorned her face! * "Where's the Draenei?! Where's the Draenei?! Where's the Draenei?!" Vashi was frantically thinking as she ran through the corridor in an attempt to figure out where the two mysterious Draenei fighters had gone. Although the hubbub from below succeeded in making any attempt at detecting noise much more difficult, Vashi's pointy, elf ears would nonetheless twitch when she heard a familiar voice. "Get OFF me!" Immediately recognizing the voice of the Death Knight invader, Vashi would dash across the hallway in a frantic sprint; scrolls, books and trinkets suspended and hanging in the empty air behind her as the Night Elven magi went on a speedy race towards the origin of the noise! Arriving at the stairwell, she would rush past Liaena, only slowing down just a little bit to mutter 'need antitode', before sprinting into the stairwell. There, she would see Malizia and Mei, both stuck in what seemed to be a fight. Or it might just have been an accident, involving one of the Draenei's horns... "I'M HERE!" Vashi would loudly exclaim as she raised her staff to point it up towards the two Draenei. "Uhhmmm... do you need any help??"
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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.
[ { "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!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "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?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"By the light! Craaap!\"\n\nSharon 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!\n\nBeing 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.\n\n\"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!\n\n\"Oh crap... \"\n\nIn 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!\n\nAnd 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!\n\n\"That's one Draenei avoided. Now where's the other... ?\"\n\nSharon 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.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "As the pair of draenei hit the bottom of the stairs, Mei's eyes opened wide when the wood gave in to their weight and the impact and they found themselves falling downwards another floor. Wooden splinters flew around them, scratching at her skin. One even drew blood, but Mei paid that no mind. What she did notice was that the tiny elf on her shoulder was gone! Melizia was a lot heavier so she fell first to the ground as the berserker was moments behind her.\n\n As she saw her landing spot, she noticed in horror the tiny elf under her! If she fell on him with this speed, she would squash him like a bug! In a panicked moment of reflex, she used her arms to spin herself in the air, propelling herself to the side just missing the tiny Sharon. Spinning on the ground, she crashed into a wooden cabinet and felt a piercing pain in her arm.\n\n Her body felt somewhat heavier than she was used to, as she slowly rose from the ground. Using the wall to lean on, she finally stood on her two feet as she looked around the room, the death knight was still staying on the ground, probably confused and shocked from the impact she suffered. \n\n \"You alright, mister tiny mage? You didn't get hurn when I fell right?\" Mei asked, throwing a look at the tiny Sharon. After all he did help her earlier so she owned him a debt of gratitude for that. She was going to have to find a way to repay him. \n\n Making a single step, she noticed again the pain in her arm, there was a piece of wood sticking out. Grinding her teeth, she reached with her other arm, pulling it fast as blood ran down her arm. She then continued walking forward, reaching Ryuuna.\n\n \"This is it... this time die for good… go to your dark overlords!!!\" Mei shouted as she rose up her leg and brought it down at the death knight's head with full strength.\n\n She planned to kill the death knight today! With her death, her vengeance would be complete! It had to be done for the eternal peace of her friends!", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" } ]
"…I'm going down there" "No, you should be careful! That Death Knight looked particularly mean!" Vashi would warn as Liaena moved towards the hole, but the Night Elven Magi's words of warning fell on deaf ears as Liaena plainly ignored her, the little black haired girl jumping down after the two Draenei + her boyfriend. "I should probably look after her... please stay right here and do not get yourself into any further trouble!" Vashi then said as she turned to look at Kathlin, before throwing half an eye up towards the stairwell above them, eying the cinders currently attached the surrounding walls. "And... if you could do something about that fire, it'd be nice! I don't think mistress would approve of this house burning down prematurely... " Vashi said, half trapped in her own mind, before the Night Elven magi turned around and jumped down the hole. Casting a quick spell as she fell, she gracefully levitate the bottom of the fall; landing gently on her feet next to Liaena. Looking forward, she could see the two Draenei. Malizia was sitting on her butt, looking like she had just been hit by a speeding rhino, while Mei was speaking to something directly behind Malizia, although from where she stood, Vashi could not make out what it was; her vision blocked by the large Death Knight. But when Mei brought her foot up to strike down on the sitting Malizia, Vashi would immediately spring into action, raising her staff! "I'll help too!" Vashi called out to Mei as she pointed her staff at Malizia, and a ball of silver mist shot out from the tip! The magical sphere zoomed through the air like a rocket, hitting Malizia square in the chest with enough force to push the large Draenei backwards! And just in time, as Mei brought her foot down onto the Death Knight in an epic combo attack, resulting in Malizia barely moving a couple of inches back from the blast before Mei would hammer her back down into the ground with her foot! "Whooo! Great hit!" Vashi cheered from where she stood, waving at Mei!
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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.
[ { "text": "\"Sharon!\" Liaena cried out as she caught sight of the little mage stranded in the middle of the cellar floor. The girl swooped forward to pick him up as Mei executed a fairly impressive mid-air manoeuvre to avoid the high-elf and crashed into some boxes instead. \"Are you okay? Sorry about the gate-crashers, I was about to throw them out…\"\n \n\"This is it... this time die for good… go to your dark overlords!!!\"\n\n-STOMP-\n\n\"…I think we've won anyway\" Liaena stated as the combination of Draenei stomp and Vashi bolt hammered onto the Death-Knight's head, the latter sprawled on an unconscious mess on the floor. The girl eyed Mei with a rare look of respect in her eyes. \"Thanks for the assist. Although really….do I know you?\"\n\n\"She was summoned from a portal, so probably not\" Kathlin called down from the hole in the floor above them. Liaena gave the broken floorboards an odd look, then glanced at Mei askance. \n\"….So is she a construct then?\"\n\n\"Probably not, constructs don't bleed\"\n\n\"Right.\" Liaena agreed after a moments consideration of this point, before returning her attention to Mei. \"….Right! Sit down! You are literally running on adrenaline, your arm is bust up and I'm unconvinced about concussion\" the girl was fearlessly pushing the huge Draenei at this point. This might normally have had zero effect, but Mei found herself floating under the effects of zero gravity once again. This allowed Liaena to propel her effortlessly across the floor to dump her onto an old chair that had been left as one of the rooms sole furnishings besides the shelves. \n\nTaking a closer look at Mei's arm that was currently bleeding profusely, Liaena wrinkled her nose as she dug into her bag to come out with a small vial and a roll of bandages. \"Get down here, would you!?\"\n\n\"Coming. Just dealing with cinders\" Kathlin's voice floated back through the hole. \"Li - is there any liquid in this house that's not flammable? I can only find alcohol\"\n\n\"Really? I'd have thought water would be the thing that's not touched\" Liaena sniffed, before returning her attention to Mei as she uncorked the vial with a distinctly ominous sounding 'plop'. \"…This might sting a bit\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "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.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "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.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" } ]
"I will do love some alcohol to drink while you deal with the wound though…" "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. Most 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. " I would have hugged you, but my body refuses to move right now." "I, uh,-" "No matter what, I will return this debt with my whole being. Let me stay by your side from now on!" "I... " "I'm a good warrior, I will protect you well!" At 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! Was 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. "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. "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!" As 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. ... ... Nope, it was probably nothing! Maybe 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. "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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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.
[ { "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!\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "With his question left hanging dead, Sharon nodded.\n\n\"I guess nobody knows where that girl is then.\"\n\nWell, 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.\n\n\"Not the most pressing matter, regardless!\"\n\nAs 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. \n\n\"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.\n\nNoticing 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. \n\nWithin 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!\n\n\"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!\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nAppearing outside, 30ft above the mansion, Malizia would rematerialize.\n\nAt first, she was smiling.\n\nThen she was frowning, as she realized she was not standing on anything.\n\nThen, 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!\n\nLanding onto the tilted roof, she would crash into the snow, passing by a rather surprised Sentinel as she raced towards the edge!\n\n\"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!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
In one moment, Vashi was lost in her own blushing as she was staring back at Mei, unsure what to even say as her dark blue, purple skin gained a very visible pink hue. In the next moment, Vashi then found herself lying on top of a fallen Mei, having just been knocked over by a sudden force wave of some kind! "I... !" Vashi merely gasped, looking down at Mei whom she was lying on top of with an astounded expression. But the cause of the expression would be less the sudden attack from behind, and more the position that she found herself in! Or on... "I... did not intend that, sorry... but thanks for catching me!" Vashi would eventually find a sufficient amount of words to produce a coherent sentence, looking down at the Draenei currently lying under her, whom in turn was probably lying on top one of the human girls that Vashi could no longer see. Now with a smile on her face, Vashi would raise a hand and reach down towards Mei's face, gently touching her cheek. "You're quite cute." She eventually said, raising an eyebrow at Mei. "Are you sure you were not sent to me as a gift from the goddess or some kind?" Vashi gently chuckled as she winked slyly at Mei, playfully tilting her head as she looked down at the Draenei.
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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.
[ { "text": "\"….\"\n\n\"Oh no, don't mind us\" Kathlin said meekly as Mei twisted around to realise that she and Vashi were in fact floating several inches off the floor. Underneath them both in their shadow were the two girls, both giving them amused smiles – one decidedly more sardonic than the other. \"Do carry on. The church doesn't discriminate\"\n\n\"Not sure….Night Elves, they're basically love's terrorists\" was Liaena's input into the equation as she clambered to her feet. \"--and we preach against radicalisation\"\n\n\"It's alright. Draenei and Kel'dorei actually have similarities in their mating practices, despite their different background. While Draenei are not necessarily matriarchal, their culture upholds fighting for their mate and as for areas of stimulation---\"\n\n\"SHIT! The Death Knight! Where did it go!?\" Liaena cut off Kathlin's recitation of an encyclopaedia with a curse as she locked eyes on the striking absence of Malizia in the room. Glancing around, the girl hissed a couple few choice words under her breath as she realised Sharon was also not immediately to be seen. \"Sharon? Sharon! Where are you!?\"\n\nHurrying over to where Sharon had been thrown against the wall, Liaena picked up the little elf gently to deposit him with the greatest of care on her shoulder. \"Sorry, Sharon. I've got your antidote here\"\n\n\"Gahh…I hate it when you've beaten a bad guy, fair and square – and they just up and vanish!! What's the justice in that!? It's like cheating!!\"\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?\" Liaena demanded as she strode back towards Vashi and Mei – neither of whom seemed particularly eager to disentangle from each other. \n\n\"It depends on the spell, Li. If it was an extradimensional portal, she could be anywhere\" Kathlin volunteered quietly as she also got to her feet, with a brief nod in Mei's direction. \"Like what happened with your friend here. But if it was a teleport, this house is covered with anti-teleportation wards. It'd be pretty difficult to defend if it wasn't, let's be fair. So she's still inside the land boundary\"\n\nThe girl bobbed her head in Sharon's direction. \"Is that right, Mister Dal'dieb?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "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.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
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! "Wait, you're saying the Death Knight is gone? ... " It 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. "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!" "You – Vashi. Save the canoodling for later. Do you know where that Death Knight went!? She must have teleported, right? Can you trace that?" "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. "Oh, she went that-a-way! Straight up, if we hurry, we'll... WHOAAAAHH!" Vashi 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! * Meanwhile, 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. "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. "Uh, mistress, clearly you are mistaken! You are not yourself, you'd normally never say,- !" However, in her rapid talk, Rithrynn would be promptly silenced as Serphia laid a finger on her mouth! "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... Rithrynn, 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! "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! Looking 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! " ... " " ... " "Should we investigate that?" Rithrynn carefully suggested, looking up at her Captain with a hopeful look. "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! "Now, where were we... " * "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! "You fell first, tentacle face, so you should make the drop!"
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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.
[ { "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.\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Think you've got enough left to take her down? Or would you prefer us to do the honours?\"\n\nSharon 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.\n\n\"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.\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\nThe 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!\n\n\"Mommy! Mommy! Look, those weird things are fighting in the sky!\" He would exclaim enthusiastically, trying to get his mother's attention.\n\nBut 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.\n\n\"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!\n\nIn the meantime, Sharon tried to raise a hand towards the mother, calling out to her.\n\n\"Good day to you too, Ms, Marrowstalk!\" \n\nThe 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!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"NOOOOOOOOOOoooo.... wait, wut?" Following a brief but intense scream after the drainpipe that she had recently been clinging to was torn off, plunging the Watcher and Malizia into a free fall from the top of the mansion's roof, the expression on the Sentinel's face would eventually change as the speed at which they were falling was drastically reduced. While at first she had been frightened, the sentinel's face would for a moment become the very manifestation and definition of a big WTF look, as if she could not even comprehend what in the twisting nether had just happened, but she would eventually realize that she was floating, not falling, towards the ground instead! "Baleisha din(the fuck)!??" The sentinel would utter in Darnassian, as she looked around confused. At first, she saw the crowd that had gathered on the grounds below, consisting of a couple of humans, the mini-High Elf, as well as Vashi who was together with a mysterious Draenei. Eventually, however, she would look down and see Malizia floating right below her. Within the blink of an eye, the Watcher's face would turn into that of a furious grimace, as she began to frantically try to hit and punch the Draenei floating below her. Unfortunately, she was just out of reach of Malizia, which meant that the watcher ended up flailing madly through the air, inches away from Malizia as she floated down, unable to reach the accursed Draenei! "Malin o'Phiel annon drenu maline ashal'felendare porthil(I'm going to rip off your tentacles, and shove them where the sun don't shine)!!"
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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.
[ { "text": "\"Hhhhmmmmmmmm...\" Mei made a very a sound as she was deep in her thoughts, watching the quite frankly incredible sight of a death knight hanging by a sentinel as both of htem struggled to not fall off the building.\" I certainly do have what it takes to beat her again that's for sure..., no way she recovered enough to stop me at this point, but I won't risk it. I'm not armed properly or armored while she is.\" The berserker said in a surprising clarity of thought for someone of her profession.\n\n \"I do know how dangerous she is... I spend a lot of time fighting out in the north against the lich king and his minions... I've faced numberous of death knights, but usually I was properly armed back then and not to mention my armor is no joke either... Give me a pair of two handed swords and she is as good as minced meat armor or no armor...\" Mei said with a nod at the elf mage's statement about using magic to deal with Melizia right now.\" Go for it, mister little mage... I don't really care as long as she is truly dead.\"\n\n Mei threw a vague curious look at the human woman and her child.\" Does this happen a lot?\" She asked the elf mage with a raised eyebrow at the way he was treated.\" Not that I don't see the mother's point of view...\" She added considering what must it look like to the outsiders with how the night elves usually act. Mei herself was used to it and even back when she still had her family, she thought them to respect each culture for what it was. Her older daughter was fascinated with the orcs's old culture... \n\n This was a painful reminder for her. A flood of children's laughs and smiling faces rushed into her mind. She missed them so much still... Each time she closed her eyes, she would dream of them. Children were a such a blessing... \n\n Mei gave a sigh full of reminded pain as her eyes took a dangerous glare to them as the sentinel and the draenei began falling. At the sentinel's useless struggles to reach Melizia and curses, Mei's eye twitched from agitation.\" Enough! Mister and Ladies mages please kill her now and let us be over with this...\" Mei stated, her fist tightening as she felt the urge to punch the lights out of Melizia.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "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?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
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. "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. However, 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. "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. Realizing 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. "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!" Vashi 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. "I think I saw her last in your study, High Elf... together with the Mistress. Was that the same potion as you just used?" She asked quizzically as she looked down at Liaena.
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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.
[ { "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…\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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.\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "There was an awkward moment as the group eventually came to realize what had happened to Serphia, and presumably, to Rithrynn as well.\n\nSharon 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.\n\n\"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.\n\nStill, there was another matter that required his attention.\n\nLooking 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.\n\n\"We definitely should interrogate her before anything else.\" Sharon concluded with a thoughtful expression on his face as he analysed Malizia.\n\"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.\"\n\nStill, Sharon thought, in all of the chaos that had ensued, there was one thing that had worked out in their favor.\n\n\"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.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"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… " "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. "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... " "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh... " However, 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! ... For 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. " ... 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... ... somewhat. That 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. "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. "And I think they might be almost done!"
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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.
[ { "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?\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"Ohhh, that's a long story... " Vashi replied, gently bobbing with her head as she walked, staff in hand. "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. "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." During 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. "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. "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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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.
[ { "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?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "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?\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Because from where I'm standing, it seems pretty damn plausible" "Ohhh, don't be sooo shy, lil-Ridy-bidy. I know a place we can have all for ourselves!" Before 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. "Ngh-no, I don't know what you mean, I'm not any Ridy-bidy!" "Awww, you're so cute when you're shy!" A 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. The 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. Naliyah 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...'." " ... 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!
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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.
[ { "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?!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
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. "Are you... okay?" Naliyah asked as she walked over to Liaena, kneeling down next to her to begin to help the girl. "I did not think the Draenei girl would be that angry... or, wait." Gaining 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! "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! "That bitch! She's going to regret trying to steal my Rithy!" Naliyah 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! In 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. "You sure showed her, Luci!" "Yeah, she did not stand a chance, she... uhh, are we interrupting?" The 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! "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. "Kick her ass!" Without 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! In 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. "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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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.
[ { "text": "\"I… have nothing left of it…\" Mei replied, placing a hand over Vashi's.\" It has been shattered to pieces so long ago.\" The draenei replied with a deep sigh, eyes full of sorrow. \" Frankly I'm just running from reality really… I immersed myself in fighting… in rage… in alcohol to dumb my own self to a point where I can't feel anything and it still haunts me… the endless road of glory…\" She said, closing her eyes and looking at the night elf again, her gaze relaxed a little.\" You'd probably don't want to listen to my self pity and rants… I will shut up now.\"\n\n \"Alright, let's head up somewhere then!\" Meirie stated with a small smile, before stretching her arms and scooping the night elven mage from the ground and into her arms.\" Just moment.\" The draenei warrior said before she dashed through the basement's corridors to the stairs from where they entered. She was used to wear the heavy full plate armor with matching dual great swords. Carrying a person, be it even a night elf was easy for her.\n\n With a dash, she even took up the stairs before hearing a commotion once they were on the ground floor again. There was some chaos going on somewhere near them. Mei made a confused expression for a moment, giving Vashi who was in her arms a questioning look.\n\n \"Maybe we should go check what's going on first?\" She asked the mage in her arms.\" I have the feeling this involves the death knight again. That's why I said to kill her…\" She stated, taking a deep breath.\" … yeah I should tear her head off her body. Her sins are too great to ignore…\" The berserker muttered, eyes narrowing as her emotions were starting to surge up again.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "text": "\"That bitch! She's going to regret trying to steal my Rithy!\"\n\n….\n\nLiaena merely watched as Naliyah barrelled out of the door, before reaching under herself to grab a small, wriggly thing as she sat up. \"You being entirely cooperative means I don't return lost property. Kapeesh?\"\n\n\"I…uh…well…\" Chevalier-Rithrynn stuttered as she dangled from her fingers, apparently torn between some sense of martial honour, and dread of the return of Naliyah as she glanced fearfully at the door. \"…Don't think you'll break me girl! …and I don't know anything! Really!\"\n\n\"I'd believe that.\"\n\n\"You expect me to believe that?\" the girl uttered scornfully as she climbed to her feet. Giving a chevalier a prod in the midriff, the woman emitting a gasp as she swung back and forward. \"So you're making one of us happy tonight, and it's me or the Night Elf. And I'm really not satisfied.\"\n\n\"N-n-no! It's true! I'm just a grunt! My Captain told me to go on this mission so I did! A-aand I didn't know about that crazy Death Knight!\" Rithrynn wailed, very unconvincingly on that final statement about Malizia. The chevalier grovelled miserably as she clung to Liaena's fingers. \"I'll tell you everything I know Milady, just please don't send me back. The Night Elves, they're crazy, y'know? I heard they swallow you whole!\"\n\n\"… technically he's not wrong\"\n\n\"Fine. Fine. We'll talk more later\" Liaena snapped as she dropped 'Rithrynn' into her satchel and closed it. \"I'm going upstairs. Make a sound or try to escape and I'll serve you up with garnish.\"\n\n*\n\n\"Thank you. I actually thought I was getting a bit of a cold\" Kathlin said meekly in response to the Draenei's words. The girl scanned the hulking death knight, eyes settling on the dart in her neck. \"And I think you might be under the influence\"\n\n\"Intruder!\"\n\n\"RITHRYNN!\"\n\n\"Kick! Ass!\"\n\n\"….I feel we should just sit this one out\" \nKathlin observed to the smaller girl as the pair backed hastily away from the carnage that was rapidly developing. Silje nodded her head rapidly, looking very relieved at this pronouncement. \"Agreed!\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Stop!\"\n\n\"….\"\n\nSharon's words went entirely ignored as the High Elf skidded to a halt into the atrium, save for Kathlin who rotated slowly to raise her eyebrows marginally at him. \"How is the interrogation going, Mister Dal'dieb?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"I have the feeling this involves the death knight again. That's why I said to kill her… " Vashi would giggle softly at the statement from the Draenei, who at that point already looked quite antsy. Raising one finger, she would gently place it on top of Mei's lips as she looked her in the eyes with a smile. "You mean the Death Knight you beat so badly who'll probably spend the remainder of the week in bed? I don't think she's going anywhere, hihi." Vashi laughed softly. "These are probably just the kind of antics that are so usual for my sisters. They get really rowdy during parties, being all oh-so-badass-warriors, a point they apparently have to prove to everyone they meet, including themselves." Vashi snickered softly at the last comment, remembering the chaos that usually accompanied any party thrown by her warband. There was always something she found amusing by her sisters throwing themselves at each other, like a constant feud that never seemed to end, partly thanks to big egos and copious amounts of alcohol combined! Raising her head slightly, Vashi would suddenly give Mei a kiss on the cheek and hug closer around the Draenei. "Let's go upstairs and leave my sisters to their little contests, they are probably just comparing boob sizes or something and one of them is a sore loser. Leaving them alone is probably best. They are after all big, capable warriors of the goddess." She winked at Vashi. " ... I mean, what could possibly ever go wrong?" * "Ofhhhh! Oaaaaah!" The first bright green haired elf, Lelili, who was wearing the cloak and the minimalistic binds, let out a painful groan as all the air was pushed out of her lungs as she was just rammed by the Draenei, and catapulted across the room, flying not-so-very gracefully over Kathlin and Silje before crashing into a wall painting on the other side with a loud crash! The second pale haired elf, Valia, wearing nothing other than the show-off belt, found herself in the meantime in the middle of doing a barrel roll as her legs had been swiped out from under her, before she would promptly crash down into the ground on her back with a heavy thud, the tiny elf Luci letting out a quick yelp as she jumped to the side just in time to avoid ending up under her friend! "Owwwhh!" "Girls, this is embarrassing! Are you even Sentinels? It's just one Draenei!" Luci called out, scolding the poor combat performance of her sisters. "Get off your fat butts and... " " ... " " ... butts." Luci, having turned around to point up at the Draenei in front of her, was completely stunned by what she saw when she looked up. For above her, casting a shadow down at her, Luci could see the huge, purple and jiggly butt of Naliyah, and coming right behind it, the even more massive butt of Malizia that even somehow dwarfed that of her large mistress's, Serphia! The massive Draenei had just thrown herself backwards in a free fall, with Luci right in the path. The tiny sentinel simply stared up in disbelief, before the inevitable finally happened, as Malizia's slammed down onto the ground with her huge butt, the tiny Sentinel disappearing from sight as she was promptly shoved right up the Draenei's wide rear as it hit the ground with a heavy boom! *BOOM* " ... " "I'm not done with you, you thief!" Naliyah's voice sounded as she pink haired elf had gotten off her bum and leapt back onto the back Draenei now sitting down, trying to wrestle the large Draenei around as she wrapped her legs around her torso!
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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.
[ { "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?\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "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!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"Okey... I'm pretty sure the area over there is occupied..." "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. "Can't you just trace the place you pulled me from and teleport us to my tavern room?" "Weeeeell... I could." Vashi eventually said, thinking for a moment while leaning one finger against the side of her cheek. "That is, if you are okay with unorthodox, potentially very hazardous attempts to cross time and space with minimal undesired effects." She 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. "I think most of the rooms up here should be available... " Vashi eventually concluded, chewing her lips for a moment. "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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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.
[ { "text": "\"Liaena, dear... really? Sending your friend out to go talk to the 8ft tall killer?\" \n\nSharon 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.\n\n\"Not that I disagree with the excellent oppertunity that this has... \"\n\n\" ... I thought Death Knights were supposed to like... hate everyone? How did you do that?\"\n\nThe 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.\n\nInstead, 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.\n\n\"But more importantly, have any of you guys seen Rithy?! She must be so lonely being without me!\"\n\n\"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?\".\n\nIn 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.\n\n\"Ohhh, you know... secret stuff, hihi.. \" Malizia giggled, raising a hand towards Kathlin.\n\"Don't be soooo shy! Come closer!\"\n\nMalizia winked slyly towards Kathlin, shuffling around on her butt slightly as she showed her tied on her back to Kathlin.\n\n\"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. \n\n\"You can call me... mffgmmmmm... Malizia... \"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"Didn't Captain Serphia take her with her? I believe they were having some fun.\"\n\n…..Sharoooon, why!?\n\nLiaena rolled her eyes heavenward in response to Sharon's apologetic look, before turning to Naliyah with a casual shrug of the shoulders. \"Well Serphia does keep her close, being her lieutenant and all. I haven't seen her recently though\"\n\n\"Hi Malizia\" \n\nKathlin said as she studied the Death Knight warily. It was quite evident that if Malia decided to lunge forward, she would very ably swamp the much smaller woman. \"I can't do that, I'm afraid. I don't have the key\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"And I'm not sure we're on the same page about what sort of 'secrets' you'd tell me\"\n\nMalizia leered back at her, making a motion that probably would have involved tapping her nose secretively if her hands were not chained behind her back. \"Oh….dearest, I am immortal. You learn all sorts of tricks\"\n\n\"Yes, I thought that might be what you meant\"\n\nKathlin peered over at the little group of Liaena, Sharon and Silje, all staying well back and now accompanied by a Naliyah. Receiving no help from them, the girl let out a small sigh before returning her attention to Malizia. \"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?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I get it... I get it... random teleportations like that are dangerous.\" Mei said and took a deep breath, looking at the night elf in her arms.\" Not like I can get you away from here just like that away. You are part of a warband... so in cases like this it's obligatory to inform your captain first.\" The draenei warrior said and threw a slightly amused look at Vashi.\n\n \"I've always liked the sabers your people use.\" Mei said with a soft smile, carrying the mage while walking down the corridor.\" They are so big, adorable, soft and furry...\" That said, Mei's mind wandered for a while before she actually realized the mage's next words... 'occasional romantic pair '. Now that she thought about it, she had no idea how it came down to this so fast. She felt bonded to this mage... maybe because Vashi tickled both her maternal instincts, making her want to protect the night elf, and because Vashi actually had the looks and personality Meirie fancied. Perhaps it was the fact she felt more complete with the night elf around, after so many years of being a wreck.\n\n \"Vashi...ahmm I can call you that right?\" Mei asked the night elf suddenly. Till now she referred to her with miss, but it didn't sound right for what she planned to ask her.\" I need to know if you are fine with this... with me...\" The draenei said and looked at the mage.\" I will protect you from anything from now on, I gave that oath and I like you, but if you have any doubts about it...\" \n\n She said, running a hand through the night elf's hair. The warrior wasn't able to find any more words in this moment to say. Everything had moved so fast that it all seemed like a dream caused by too much alcohol... On even a few hours earlier and she was drunkenly going to her room and now she was in this mansion, she managed to beat Ryuuna and now had this lovely creature in her arms. \n\n Now she realized that she really did have to take out Vashi later... pass by the bank... There were things in need to be done if she wanted to protect the mage from now on. She waited on the mage's reply first though. She needed to know if she could allow these feelings she had to grow.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "text": "wow neeto, so neeto my dick got wetter and harder the more I read gosh darn that's a cool story", "username": "Rize", "char_name": null } ]
"Didn't Captain Serphia take her with her? I believe they were having some fun." "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. "Well Serphia does keep her close, being her lieutenant and all. I haven't seen her recently though" " ... " There 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. " ... 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. By 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. "Rithy was in the cellar with me just moments earlier, yet you are saying she is with Mistress?! How does that make any sense?!" * Vashi would throw an amused smirk back at Mei at the mention of her warband's sabers being considered big, fluffy and adorable. "You know... that is very different from what most foreigners think." Vashi would comment with a smirk. "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." Vashi 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! At the Draenei's latter questions though, Vashi merely tilted her head playfully to the side as she watched her. "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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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.
[ { "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?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "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.\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "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!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
oops, this is not the ooc, lol
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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.
[ { "text": "oops, this is not the ooc, lol", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"Ahem, Naliyah... I don't think she's exactly referring to me specifically... \" Sharon would eventually argue, as he stared back up at Naliyah.\n\"There's more than one High Elf sorcerer in Azeroth, after all. I won't claim such an exclusivity for myself!\"\n\nIndeed, 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...\n\nHearing 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.\n\n\"Well... that's good news!\" Sharon then replied to Naliyah, throwing on a smile before glancing over at Liaena.\n\"It's good to hear they won't be a problem anymore... \"\n\nAs 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.\n\nThorium, 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.\n\n\"Ugh, I knew I should've invested in the mithril reinforced version, but I didn't want to pay extra. Oh well!\"\n\nLooking 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.\n\nWhile the Sentinels were arguing, Sharon turned to gaze over at Liaena, giving the girl a slight wink as he muttered.\n\n\"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.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"Do remember what my people usually ride are Elekks...\" Mei replied with a smirk, remembering the big bulky elephant like creatures. Sure enough they are very strong and sturdy, perfect for the pretty big draenei warriors with their heavy armor.\" An elekk goes rampage can be just about even scarier than one of your sabers you know.\"\n\n \"But yeah, humans are used to riding horses which makes them weary around other types of mounts.\" The draenei agreed, looking at the night elven mage in her arms. Vashi seemed so beautiful and adorable!' I have no bloody idea why I'm feeling like this so fast... I've not felt this since... ' She thought, but forcibly stopped her train of thought. Maybe something magical happened and she is now feeling that connection with the mage... or this was the very long forgotten feeling of instant love she had not felt in more than a thousand years.\n\n Meirie's mind went blank for a few moments after she received a kiss on the cheek from Vashi. She blinked before her cheeks went dark blue for a few moments.\" I...see...\" She replied slowly, trying to process everything.\" Well... it's been decades... since... my last... on the cheek even...\" She said slowly walking them over to one of the doors.\n\n \"I don't know why, but I seem ot have fallen in love from first sight with you... if you believe in that at least.\" She said with a soft smile.\" Let's see if one of these rooms is empty so we can maybe rest... later I'm thinking of talking things through with your captain.\" She said, holding onto the mage tightly.\" I will go grab the things I left in the bank when I arrived some years back.\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "text": "\"Guile, magic or potions?\"\n\n\"I'm a bit light on two of those…..\" Liaena muttered, giving Naliyah a dirty look that the Night Elf appeared to be blissfully unaware of. \n\n\"….they seem to be reasonably harmless currently, at least\"\n\nKathlin glanced between the two of them, then back at Malizia. \"Sooo…about the whole letting the Death Knight out of the cuffs thing?\"\n\n\"What? No. Are you insane!?\" Liaena snapped back at Kathlin as she tried to ease the handful of her robes the Night Elf had her hoisted off the ground by, out of Naliyahs iron grip. It currently wasn't going so well for her, even with Naliyah very effectively distracted. \"Ooh, with those intruders – you didn't see Rithrynn with them?\"\n\n\"I'm just going to give the chevalier back at this rate. Information isn't worth this!\"\n\n\"Okay. Then I found out her name is Malizia\" \n\nKathlin said calmly. Liaena frowned at this. \"Is that all?\"\n\n\"No, I also found out she doesn't like wearing cuffs. And that she'd like to take me out for dinner. I didn't learn any secrets of her culinary tastes though\"\n\n\"….Ugh, could you at least try and interrogate her properly? I thought you would prefer this method!\"\n\n\"This counts as a method?\"\n\nKathlin let out an audible sigh, before peering over at Malizia. \"Besides I think she's about to break them anyway\"\n\n\"No she's…\"\n\nCRACK\n\n\"Oh….damn it!\" Liaena hissed, reaching towards her satchel as she looked over at Sharon. \"Magic then, and potions. They both sound good\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
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. "You left something behind?" She asked, eying the Draenei with with a closer eye. "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." Vashi threw a smirk, giving Mei another light kiss on the cheek. "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." * " ... I AM TELLING THE TRUTH!?" "Really? Really?! Luci disappeared in a room together with you. You don't think that makes you the prime suspect, Nali?!" Naliyah 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! "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. "There's only Janessa, Anerilia, Velithia, Marathrielle, Kalissa, and... " Naliyah 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. " ... ohhh, and Delilah!" She finally said, with a smile on her face as she eyed Lelili and Valia. "If you want to know where Luci is, why not ask her though?" Naliyah 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! Quickly stepping back, Valia would look back at Naliyah. "Uuuhhhhmm! Maybe later!" " ... runnnw!!" And 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. "You know, for a Draenei; and a Death Knight at that; you're not that bad!"
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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.
[ { "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?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "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?!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"I don't think I caused that?\"\n\n\"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.\n\n\"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.\"\n\nSharon 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!\n\n\"We need to nip this unholy alliance in the bud!\"\n\nAs 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.\n\n\"Sentinel Naliyah, if I could just have a word... or two, with you, about your new friend.\" Sharon started, pulling Naliyah further down \n\nWhen 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.\n\n\"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!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"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. "You need to live less inside of there... " She said, as she gestured with her finger to point at the air around them. " ... and more out here!" However, 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. "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. " ... I don't think they like you... " Vashi, 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! Looking back up at Mei, Vashi would simply throw her a reassuring smile! "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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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.
[ { "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.\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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).", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Vashi would giggle at the comment, staring over at Mei with a funny smile. "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. "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!" The 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. Perking 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. "And don't worry, the best way to get them to accept newcomers is to just show that you're friend with their boss!" * Naliyah 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! Listening 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. "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. "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. "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! "The Draenei seems already have made good friends with the human girls, and she and Sentinel Luci are practically inseparable!" Naliyah 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. "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. "Isn't that that Ryuuna girl you just beat up earlier?"
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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.
[ { "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…\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"I don't have the patience for her, or you" "CAPTURE TEH INTRUDER!" "DON'T LET THE TENTACLE FACE GET AWAY!!" "CHAARGE" "Ohhh, hai, sisters. Are you so happy to see,-" *THUNK* "Owwhh!" Liaena 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! Most 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. "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! As 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... 2 + ? = 4 ... "GET AWAY FROM THE FIEND, VASHI!" "SURRENDER, TENTACLE-FACE!" "YOU ARE SURROUNDED!" "WHAT DID YOU DO TO LUCI?!" "SHUFFLE A TENTACLE AND YOU'RE A PIN-CUSHION!" "ASH FELADORA O´RIN TA(YOU'RE DEAD, BITCH!)" "THOUGHT YOU COULD ESCAPE?!" Within 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! Vashi, 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! "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! "PLEASE! DON'T KILL MY ONLY FRIEND!"
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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.
[ { "text": "\"I don't really get what's your problem, human.\" Mei stated with calm voice.\" It's only natural I request her to die… she's a criminal of the highest degree among my people.\" The draenei declared, looking at the incapacitated death knight on the ground.' At last… now my friends can finally have peace and perhaps even Ryuuna herself.' The berserker thought as she was just about to lean over to snap the other draenei's neck to make sure the death knight dies. The body can always be returned later. Important thing was to not have any other problems in the meantime… well problems appeared right away.\n\n As the night elves burst into the room, apparently searching for the intruder, Meirie couldn't help but notice the state of these so called sentinels. Besides a few that seemed sober, the rest were about to fall over at the slightest push. Her eyes now had a rather serious look about them, she was sizing up all the warriors present. She had the look of a stern trainer who was judging if his apprentices were ready for a test.\n\n As Vashi and the mage tried to defuse the situation, Mei sighted, giving the night elves a stern look.\" Your bravery and dedication is commendable to move about even in that condition.\" She stated, nodding at Sharon.\" Still I'm not the enemy you need to concern yourselves with, sentinels. Take care of your comrades before they start falling about the place and maybe hurt themselves on their own weapons.\" She said to the few sober ones.\n\n \"Thank you for the concern, master Sharon.\" The draenei berserker said with a grateful nod.\" But with their current state and with the absence of their warleader, I fear the few sober ones will be the only match I would have had.\" She stated with stern voice, her years as a warrior trainer showing up.\" Though they do have skills to be able to even move in that condition, most wouldn't be able to walk, let alone move around to that degree in that state. Sentinels are truly as impressive as I remember from my time in Ashenvale.\" The berserker added, giving the night elves some face to try and defuse the growing hostility.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "text": "\"They're not going to start killing everyone…\" Kathlin said consolingly as she tried to sooth the frightened girl. The priestess turned to look at her other human companion, who was giving the scene a rather calculating look. \"Because that would be bad, right, Li?\"\n\n\"If they all killed each other, it would actually solve an awful lot of my problems…\"\n\n\"Right Li?\"\n\n\"What? Oh, uhh….yes, of course. We couldn't have that\" Liaena grumbled, before devoting slightly more of her attention to the proceedings. \"…now now. Play nicely. And who or what is Luci?\"\n\n\"Uhm, I think she's one of the Night Elves from earlier\" Kathlin said. The girl's face took on an expression of slight embarrassment as she extended a foot to give Malizia's hindquarters a gentle poke with a cough. \"She got a bit….um, stuck\"\n\n\"Fine. Fine. The doctor is in\"\n\nLiaena produced rather a long pair of tongs from out of a pocket, then stepped forward to roll Malizia over. Given how scantily clad the Draenei was, it was not difficult to access 'certain areas'. After a few moments of probing, the girl brightened up moments before she withdrew a thing that was, while normally bluish purple, currently bright red in the face from screaming. \"—THIS INSTANT! I WILL DESTROY YOU! VILE PURPLE DEMON THING! YOU…whuuuuu the sun, it's bright…\"\n\n\"There you go, have some proof it was this things fault. Not the other one. And take your sister, she smells\" Liaena informed one of the Night Elves that had just stepped into the room. The Night Elf in question looked completely discombobulated by the sudden retrieval of Luci, before her glowing red eyes of anger blended seamlessly back to silver as she started to titter with laughter. \"Ahhhahaha! Luci! You've found a friend!\"\n\n\"I HAVE NOT, you, you –stupid face! Get out of here!\"\n\n\"It looks like you got into somewhere, tihihihiii!\"\n\n\"I was attacked---! WE ARE NOT A THING, HER AND ME!\"\n\n\"Crisis averted? Maybe\" Liaena grunted at Kathlin, who merely gave her a smile in response. The girl's eyes moved around to settle on Mei, then narrowed. \"If you hack them off again, you're on your own though\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
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. After 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! A few of the Night Elves cast disappointed looks over at Mei, as if they had just missed out on a promising fight. "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! "Ohhhhh, sure you were! We all know the best way to take down a big bootied Draenei is from behind, right? "Heh, I bet you wouldn't mind staying for a bit longer, eh Luci?!" "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! Luci 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! "Elune, fuck my life... " "D'aaaawww, what's wrong, Luci? Are you unhappy?" That voice... Luci'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! ... " ... help ... " * Over 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! "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. "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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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.
[ { "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*", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "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.\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Actually can't we keep her in a sheep state?" "That sounds like quite a good idea, actually" "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. "I could polymorph her into a sheep... " !! " ... 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!" Vashi 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! She 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. Looking at Meirie and Kathlin, she wondered if any of them even knew what multiplicative surge theory was. Stepping 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. "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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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.
[ { "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.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"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. "I am SO gonna kill Liaena for this... !" Rithrynn 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! She made a mental note that once she got out, the first thing she would do was to strangle that potion-abusing midget! "LET. ME. GO!" Rithrynn grimaced, as she threw a violent tantrum against the fleshy walls, causing a great commotion in Serphia's rear! Serphia 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. At the surge of movement from the tiny sentinel now deep within her butt, Serphia let out a long moan of satisfaction. "Ohhh, Rithrynn, that's perfect... perfect!" She 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! *BONK* *BONK* *BONK* "Honored captain of the sentinels in this mansion, we need to talk." "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. Closing 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! As 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". * Standing 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. Throwing the Draenei a questioning look, Vashi finally opened her lips to ask. "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. * Back 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. "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. "He will be safe under the protection of the warriors of the night!" She 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! Lowering herself down to eye level with Sharon, Aleena gave him a smirk as she spoke in a slightly more hushed, private tone. "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!" ... "And we are almost running out of wine too, I think."
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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.
[ { "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.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
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! Bracing 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! "Goddess, this is amazing! ... " Serphia said, as a moan of pure joy escaped her. "I've heard and seen a lot better of the kaldorei warbands… have it all been a lie?" " ... " Serphia 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! "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! "Later... " "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. "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. * "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. "That's the thing with potions, they are half magical, half physical in nature; so a pure magical remedy is not always eno,-" *CRASH* "WHAT IS IT?!" Vashi 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. Lo 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. "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! "LIEUTENANT SENTINEL FALERE!" " ... " For a moment, Serphia merely glared at Mei, before suddenly realizing why no Falere came running towards her. "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! Then, as if her personality changed again in an instant; Serphia would once again be glaring daggers at Mei! If looks could kill, Mei would at this point be very, very, very dead! "What is the emergency? Last I checked, my soldiers had this all under control!" * Aleena continued to lean over Sharon, giving the High Elf the same, mischiveous smirk she had been giving him since she had arrived. At 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. "Ohhh, well, of course, hihi." She giggled, looking down at Sharon with a sly smile. "But, I still need to pay them... " Moving 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. "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. "I coul... ohhh." Almost as if stunned, Aleena's face would shift slightly to the side to stare up in bewilderment at something behind Sharon. Which 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. "Aleena, what are you doing? ... " Lithrielle asked, her brows furrowing as they fixed themselves upon Aleena.
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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.
[ { "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.\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"ARE YOU OKAY, ALI?!" "GRH-GNUH-URKK!" To 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. Even 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. "As if the High Elf's own diplomatic attempts weren't insufferable enough!" Rubbing 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! "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! "What is the point of having a full warband and supposed allies if you always end up having to do things yourself?!" She 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. "Hold on, Aleena, you'll be,-" "Out of my way!" Lithrielle, 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! With 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! "MWHAHAHAHAA! I AM FREE, FOOLS!" With 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. Aleena, 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. "T-than-kss, miisthresh! *Gasp* sor-rry, misstressh!" Aleena 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. Ignoring 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. "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. "Understood, mistress!" With 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. There was an awkward silence, punctuated only by two faint plopping sounds to begin with, until... *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!* *CRASH* The 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! Vashi, 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. "Awwh.. sooo prettehh... " Serphia, 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. "I'm afraid your death knight may be unable to face justice due to reasons involving premature disintegration... "
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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.
[ { "text": "\"Vashi wai…t…\" Meirie was about to try to stop the night elven mage, but it was already too late. The magic fired off… moments later the explosions happened. Bright flashes in all colors and deafening thunderous explosions sounded in the air as, Mei stood there not too far from the window, everything outside clearly reflecting into her almost stunned eyes.\n\n That had just happened… they blew it all up… not just Melizia… the area all around… houses damaged, street damaged…. Pure destruction. How long has it been since she had seen such destruction in civilized places? She had no idea… her mind refused to work at this moment. Her subconscious refusing to believe someone could just go ahead and do something that destructive. \n\n There was no need for Serphia to remind her that the death knight was vaporized in that. There was no way someone can just survive such explosions plus the magic attack, especially in tiny form Melizia was.\n\n Mei stood there frozen, still watching the colorful vapors outside vanish slowly as the captain had turned to her, explaining the death knight's fate. She was dead so that was a fine thing, but…\n\n \"…\" She tried to say something, but no words came out of her mouth. Then she just sighed, before in the next moment… *SLAP* A loud slapping sound could be heard from Mei's direction. She had just did an epic facepalm, lacking any other proper reaction and reply to the situation.\n\n \"I think… I need a drink…\" Mei finally said, throwing a look at Liaena. The look was strange. It was a mixture of: \"I feel your pain\" and \" Is it like this all the time?\" kind of look.\n\n \"Alright… yeah I need a drink…\" She reaffirmed her realization and looked back at Liaena, wondering if the human just felt like she had to walk away on this chaos sometimes. Mei had just met these people and everything was going insane around them.\n\n \"Can someone please detox the captain…I'm pretty sure some people would be glad for that...\" Mei finally asked, rubbing her temples.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
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. Under 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. Perhaps because of the luxurious sheets he had installed in every guest room. Glancing 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. Serphia, however, merely dismissed them with the gesture as she watched the High Elf step over to the window. "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. "As the threat has been eliminated, I will take my leave. You may thank me later." * Sentinel 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. "This was not my fault. Not my fault. No matter what anyone says, I'll not take the blame for this one!" Aleena 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. "DEMON! AAAAAHHHHHH" Her brows furrowing into an annoyed frown, Aleena sneered. "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. "Huh? What is... THAT?!" Aleena 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! Behind 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! Aleena 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. ... * "MISTRESS! MISTRESS!" "ELUNE, HELP US!" As 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. Letting out an annoyed sigh, she threw up a hand without looking back! "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. "All I wanted was just some peace... " She said as she passed over the balcony overlooking the atrium, shaking her head. "I'm surrounded by idiots and imbeciles."
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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.
[ { "text": "It took a few moments for Meirie to realize that there was also something else inside the smoke out there. Something was casting giant shadows through it as a giant figure appeared into the smoke. She blinked a few times, recognizing the basic outline.\n\n \"ARE YOU BLOODY KIDDING ME!\" Mei suddenly shouted as she closed her eyes. When she opened them, a burning rage could be seen within. She had enough of this blasted death knight. Melizia was dying right now!\n\n \"Give me those!\" She suddenly roared, pulling two daggers from the sentinels around her and a sword. She threw them a warning glare not to try to stop her for this time she was really going to throw them over her knee and spank them till they had trouble walking and no amount of being drunk was going to safe them.\n\n \"Will be back soon…\"She replied, bit the sword blade in the middle for a good grip while she held the two daggers in her arms. \n\n Following that, she made a mad dash towards the nearby stairs leading up to the final floors. The entire thing took her like 20 seconds tops with the speed she ran.\n\n She finally made her way to the roof and onto the roof tiles. She could see the giant Melizia, grinning to herself. She liked it, but well MEI DIDN'T!\n\n \"I'VE HAD ENOUGH WHITH THESE BLASTED DEATHKNIGHTS IN THIS BLASTED CITY!\" She roared, her sentence quite impossible to understand as she had still a sword clenched between her teeth. \n\n Next moment in a surge of berserker rage, she dashed forward and jumped, straight out the edge of the roof onto the side of Melizia's leg. Her twin daggers pierced sideways, allowing her to stay hanging on it on the moving giant Melizia. Next moment she quickly started making her way up, still piercing the giant's skin with the daggers, climbing up and around fast to avoid the death knight's hands while also surely causing a lot of pain in the mean time.\n\n 'For Naaru's sake, I've wrestled abominations… this is nothing!' She thought, suddenly turning her head right, so she slashes a big cut across Melizia's leg with the sword held in her teeth. Mei was already half way up Melizia's hip!", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Owwwh!" Malizia, 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! "Well, it seems the appetizer has arrived... !" Malizia muttered beneath a wide, evil grin as the giantess suddenly spun into action! Swinging 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! Finishing 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! "Got'cha!" Malizia exclaimed, already prophesying her own triumph! "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! Aleena 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! Especially 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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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.
[ { "text": "\"No don't you dare interfere you blasted brat!\" Mei roared noticing the night elf trying to play here in this fight. By the time Malizia sent the tiny sentinel flying towards Meirie with her tail, Mei already had a face of pure annoyance and it clearly read: 'ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?' \n\n \"AGHHHHHH!\" She groaned in pain as she impacted the stone ground and had a rather not really that small sentinel on top of her. Granted the night elf wasn't really that heavy, but considering the speed of impact it did hurt, especially considering Mei was dressed in only cloth. She then blinked in a flash as she barely noticed what was happening and she immediately took hold of the sentinel's sword and did a rapid roll to the side, followed by a jump and just barely avoiding the giant falling Malizia.\n\n \"As the death knight seemingly landed on the rather still probably confused night elf, Mei did a dash to the side and got herself a very direct line of fire at the other draenei's face, using the dust cloud as coverage.\n\n The grip on the sword tightened, her muscles flexed as she took a throwing position and and a flash speed movement hurled the sword at the draenei's face. Still the death knight wasn't exactly the most stationary target so the sword slide across her cheek and then nose, leaving a rather deep cut, but didn't really hit the eye as she originally aimed at.\n\n \"You missed… and it seems so did I…\" Mei shouted as she once more dashed towards the draenei, using the moment where Malizia was on sitting position on the ground to climb up on her back and aiming to get to her head this time.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
There was a moment of pause as the understanding of what Liaena really was talking about finally sinked in with the two elves. For 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. And then again, even the idea of a giant, evil rabbit with command over the powers of evil at its disposal... "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. * "Wait, I recognize that voice... wait, it's Li. IT'S LI!" Trapped 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! Liaena, 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! "LIIIIII!" Rithrynn immediately screamed as the tiny elf was spurred into action, beginning to write and squirm madly about in her dark prison! "THIS IS YOUR MESS! GET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU BITCH!" "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! "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!" * "What about that thing, whatever it was, that made the Draenei giant?" Serphia inquired, her eyes narrowing as she studied the tiny human. "You... mmmh, don't have any of those lying around, little human?" As 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... Lithrielle, standing behind her, stood still as a statue; though her eyes flickered between Serphia's face and butt, she dared say nothing! "Ahh.. mhm, we could even the playing field if so." * "Ughh... owww, hey wait!" Aleena suddenly exclaimed as she saw Mei suddenly run away as the Night Elf staggered back onto her feet. "The fight is THAT way. You're runnin the wrong! ... " ... "Oh Elun,-" *CRASH* Aleena'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. Though her brief victory celebration would be cut short by an impudent attack from Mei! Furious, Malizia glared behind her, noticing the incoming Draenei! "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. In fact, it was a Night Elf Sentinel, holding... the most beautiful human female she had ever seen. Silje... "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. All the while, the Sentinel holding the little human female called out encouragingly! "LOOK! I FOUND A DISTRACTION!"
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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.
[ { "text": "'Blasted deathknights…' Meirie thought when she noticed Malizia was about to lay down on her as the berserker was charging at her back. Mei was just about to make an emergency dash to the side when the deathknight's back suddenly froze half in motion as she seemed to notice something.\n\n Mei naturally jumped to the side to avoid late falling of Malizia, before she threw a look to see what the hell was that stopped the giant in her tracks. It was a sentinel! A sentinel holding a human girl… 'Well…well… well… ' Mei wondered, hearing the words said by the sentinel. \n\n \"That sure is a working distraction…\" Mei muttered to herself, her sense of danger triggering up. She knew she should get away from this place as soon as possible. While not a mage, Meirie had a lot of experience with translocation type of magic… aka portals and the like or at least being dragged by those. If nothing else she knew a surge of magic whenever she felt one… \n\n She dashed more to the side and then made a gesture for the sentinel to also get away, least she and the human get dragged into by whatever the magicians were planning for dealing with the giant.' I… bloody… hate… this…!!!' Mei thought, before throwing herself at the nearby door and into the mansion, no way she was going to stay outside for this. Not with her tendencies to get affected by portals and the like.\n\n Once inside, she reached and slammed the door behind herself, hoping if this was some sort of portal, that it won't pull her also.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"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! However, 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. "Uhhh... mistress Serphia?" "Mmmmhhm... let her go." Serphia simply said as she waved her hand towards Lithrielle, motioning for her to calm down. "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. "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!" "B-but... " Lithrielle stammered, looking worried. "What if the giant Draenei wins?" "Go find Naliyah and go see if she doesn't have something in her stash that we cannot use against the Draenei." "Naliyah?! You can't be serious, mistress!" "Ohhh, I know we can rely on her." Serphia smirked as she formed a slight grin with her purple lips looking down at Lithrielle. "Tell her that I know where her Rithrynn is." Lithrielle remained silent for a moment, yet her worried expression soon faded into that of a smile as she looked back up at her mistress! "Ohhh, that's brilliant! I'll go find her right away, mistress!" * Malizia 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! That was, until her head suddenly snapped around at the sound of another beautiful creature... ! "Could it be? ... " "I don't suppose…you could step away from the screaming human? It would be very nice of you" Stopping 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! "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! "I sooo missed you!" Malizia exclaimed as she looked down at the little human in her hand, her face bright with joy! "I was so worried some of those mean elves might have hurt you!" As 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! Turning 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. "D'aaaaawwwwhhh! Did you bring that gift for me?" Malizia would exclaim with a sound of exasperation. "You are soooo wonderful, I could just eat you up, cutiepie!"
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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.
[ { "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!", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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!!!\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
*Tink* *Tink* *Tink* Malizia 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. Though 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. Under 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! ... which obviously meant that the barrier MUST naturally be similarly impressive, I.E impenetrable! "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. There 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. Moving 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. "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. "Now then... where were we?" Malizia 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. "Now that that's out of the way, sweetie, how about we continue to consummate our brilliant lo,-" "STOP RIGHT THERE, YOU FOUL DEMON BITCH! THIS IS MY... mmmhh, oh... ahem! - THIS IS MY PROPERTY, AND YOUR FEL ASS IS TRESPASSING!" The 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! Malizia'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! At 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. A 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. "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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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.
[ { "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!\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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.", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Yeeeeehh.... nooooo.... how about I kick your midget butt over into Kalimdor instead?!" Malizia'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! "Really??!" Malizia gasped, her head snapping back to stare back down at where Kathlin was hiding with wide eyes of disbelief! Said 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. " ... that shouldn't be a problem!!" Two 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! "I gave you a chance, bitch... " Serphia added with a cold tone as she grinded her fists together, staring back up at Malizia. "But now it's too late!" *CRASH* As 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! "HIIIYYAAAAAAAHHH! * "Weeelll... " Vashi muttered, a finger raised to stroke her chin. "It isn't entirely... wait, LITHRI!" "I'm supporting the Captain here!" "Come down here!!!" "Whaat??!" "COME DOWN!!" Vashi 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. "Is that Nali's... " "Yes!" "Let me see that!" Motioning 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. "Alright, Lithi, I'm going to need one Ashenroot, One Lesser Potion of Geometri,- " One 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. "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!" " ... GOTTIT!" Lithrielle responded after taking a quick glance at the note, before dropping the bag with a clank and sprinting out the door. Turning to Mei, Vashi would crack a smile. "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... " * Outside 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! "GAAAAHH! GET OFF AND FIGHT ME LIKE A GIRL!!" "Lithi, help us, we... !" "SORRY, I'M GOING ON A SHOPPING MISSION, CAN'T TALK!!" Lithrielle 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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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.
[ { "text": "\"Seriously…?\" Mei asked making a 'are you kidding me?' expression.\" Alchemy stall? From where am I supposed to find you an alchemy stall, Vashi?\" She asked the night elven mage. Those things didn't simply grown on trees. What's more the mansion was pretty huge, the thing could be every bloody where!\n\n Mei closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Then another one and finally opened her eyes at the end of it.\" Alright… I will try to find you a still…\" She said and turned to start running about the mansion.\" Naaru help me…\" She mumbled to herself as she dashed.\" I so should have stayed back in Northrend… live as an hermit… build myself a cottage in the woods… tame a pet or something… \" She was mumbling to herself as she dashed about the mansion.\n\n Where was she supposed to find an alchemy still from!? \"THE BASEMENT!!!\" She suddenly exclaimed and dashed towards the hole that was created a while ago when they crashed the floor with Malizia. The draenei quickly jumped down and frantically started hitting the walls as she ran across the place. Vashi had stated there was supposed to be a secret hideout of that alchemist human girl. If that was true, there is supposed to be an alchemy stall sure enough… maybe… hopefully… WHO KNEW!\n\n Well hitting the walls in such speed didn't really reveal any secret rooms hidden behind the walls, but Mei did almost trip on a box in one of the store rooms in the basement. It sounded… glass… and breakable! She quickly opened the box to reveal a pretty old, probably replaced set of alchemy tools. Beggars can't be choosers! She picked up the box and started dashing again.\n\n \"There you go, hope this one works!\" She said and handed the box over to Vashi.\" most are cracked or broken, but some are still in usable conditioN!\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
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. "Huh ... ?" Unfortunately, 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! "Oh my... OH MY!!" " ... ! 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! "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. "Can't you see Mistress has the situation under control?!" Serphia, 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! "Ai-aii-aiaiia!" Malizia 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! In 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! While 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! "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. "GODDESS!! CLEAR THE ROOF!!!" * "Thank you!" Vashi beamed as she accepted the box from Mei, just in time as the roof above them suddenly broke! *CRASH* Falling 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. "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! Vashi 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! "I got them, though I had to take some of it, the shopkeeper wouldn't,- " "Doesn't matter. I'll get to mixing it right away!" Vashi said as she accepted the second box, before turning to Mei. "Please help the Mistress! We're going to need her in the fight! I'll only need a moment!" The 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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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.
[ { "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?\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"So are we leaving? I like this plan if you do, Mister Dal'dieb\"\n\nThe High Elf's gaze passed from the curious, strangely optimistic looking Kathlin over to Liaena, then back again.\n\n\"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!\"\n\nSharon privately thought, also unsure whether he should also mention the potential of the spell having taking 1 or 2 years off her life expectancy.\n\n\"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!\n\n\"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!\n\n\"Aran kehn, rahs fuhs.\" Sharon suddenly muttered, before thumping the butt of his silver staff into the ground two times. \n\nFor 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!\n\n\"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.\" \n\nSharon explained with a smile as he looked over at Kathlin, apparently enjoying any chance he got to show off his superior magical knowledge!\n\n\"Now, I will begin the ritual of teleporta,- thank you, Friedrick.\" \n\nSharon 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.\n\n\"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.\n\nTurning towards Liaena, he quirked an eyebrow at her.\n\n\"Liaena... aren't we forgetting about someone?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
"Uhmm... " Vashi was slightly taken aback by the Draenei's strangely casual tone, especially when one considered what was going on all around them! "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!" Vashi 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. "Goddess, why did she even have to go and say that?!!" Vashi 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! But also, there was a strange odour in the air... Furrowing her brows and nose, Vashi suddenly cast an inquisitive look at Mei, and then over at the rest of their surroundings. "Do you... smell that too?" She 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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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.
[ { "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!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "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.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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!\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
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. "Uh ohh!!" Spreading 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! It felt... great! "Whoooo, I'm flying. I'm FLYING!!" *Flap* ... *Flap* ... *Flap... ?* "OH BY THE SHADOW, I'M NOT FLYYYIIIIIN,-" The 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!! *CRASH!* * "Nooo! You must listen to her, you don't understan,- ... nd.." Vashi 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. "Are you okay?!" *CRASH!!* Mei 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! "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! "Dontworrysweetiebunsimcomingback-loveyouxoxo!!" Malizia called back towards Malizia as she her torso was dragged out of the hole it had created in the mansion by an angry Serphia! "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! "It's dinner time, bitch!" The 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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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.
[ { "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...\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"It's... not my first dodgy ride through a portal." Vashi answered after a short pause, before suddenly hearing Kathlin's voice. "Oh, sorry!" Without 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. "Typical of Mages to surround their portals with hard stone walls." Vashi thought to herself, a bit annoyed and concerned at the same time, as she looked about the room. The room... It 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! A 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! "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. Clearly this abominable workshop was the place all sorts of work environment and health concerns went to die! "This won't take a moment….just, don't move for now" Vashi 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! "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. "Let the girl do her work. I'm sure she knows what she is doing."
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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.
[ { "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.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"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. The 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. "Mistress made me do that one too many times... at least she saw some use with my magic." However, 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! It was time to find the complaint department... "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. However, before she could find that abject Gimpsy, she would overhear the conversation between Liaena and Sharon. Pausing, 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. "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. * "Grrrrrr.... " "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. "Look at this mess! Half the kitchen is gone! How will I ever complete the evening desserts?!" "Wha... " *BOP* Having 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?! ... "Well, she does make quite good food." A 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! "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. "However, if you ever need a reference in the future, you can add me! I commend you on your wor,- " "And here comes the ROUNDHOUSE KI,-" " ... sorry, I need to take this!" And 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! "It's round two, bitch!" Serphia sneered as she threw herself at her fallen foe!
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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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" Also preferably be dressed like commoners… you two should be able to pose as newly weds or something like that on their way to their new home." "That would be so addoowhable!" Vashi would suddenly exclaim as she clasped her hands together as she gazed at Sharon and Liaena with big eyes, before her enthusiasm was suddenly replaced by a contemplative look! " ... but it would also be the completely opposite of subtlety... " Vashi muttered as she squinted one eye at Liaena and Sharon, as if trying to size them up and imagine how they would fit in some funny human wedding dresses! The Night Elven magi had never seen a human wedding before, although she had heard some things about them. Perhaps most importantly, where there was a human wedding, there was always, most definitely CAKE! " ... are you guys married already?" Vashi suddenly asked, turning to Sharon and Liaena as she gave the two of them a >VERY< inquisitive look! * "This is too easy! You give demons everywhere a bad name - as if that was somehow even possible!" Serphia proclaimed as she laughed haughtily at Malizia, the giant demon having taken her place of being face first into the mansion and staring right at Collin's kitchen! "Mistress! That vile squid face still has moi Aleena!" "What?!" The giant Night Elven Captain suddenly paused to look down towards one of the few mansion balconies that were still intact, at a Lithrielle frantically waving her arms up at her and pointing towards the stunned demoness at her feet. Serphia squinted an eye at Lithrielle, before her silvery eyes followed the motions of Lithrielle's mad gestures - to finally land on the two giant, big red buttocks of Malizia currently wobbling around in the air as the giant demoness tried to free her head. A task her horns did not make easier! "I think I know where you mean... " Serphia muttered, as her purple lips turned into an absolutely vicious grin! ... "Mwfeeh! As soon as I get free, I am going t,- aaAAAAAAHHHHH!" "Mistress, you saved me!! The struggling noises coming from Malizia would suddenly be replaced by a deep, shuddering gasp of pure rapture as Serphia could be seen standing high over her rear, holding a freshly freed Aleena in her grip! Eying her little sentinel with a wicked expression, Serphia would raise an eyebrow casually at her. "Tell me, Sentinel Aleena, weren't you my promised slayer of big beasties! Hmmm?" "Well, I... uhmm... " Aleena stammered for a moment, pausing. "It was a classic rear attack maneuver, mistress! I almost had her!" "Ohh, sorry then. Let me put you back inside... " "OH-NO-NONO, mistress! It's all fine out here! The fresh air just gave me some new ideas!!!" Aleena quickly clarified as she waved her arms frantically at her Captain's smug face. Serphia enjoyed this in no small part, but before she could gloat any further, she noticed as Malizia suddenly shot a hoof out against her! Deftly dodging the backward kick, Serphia merely chuckled as Malizia managed to pull her head out of the rubble of the mansion and come in with a wide haymaker! Serphia moved her arm forward to prepare to meet her, but suddenly... something happened. The big, red incoming fist of the demoness was suddenly rapidly growing in size, becoming bigger and bigger! And so was Aleena, suddenly too big to be held in her grasp. A quizzical expression, followed by a very concerned expression dawned on Serphia's face, and it was only too late that she realized what was actually going on. "Mistress, look ou,-" *SMACK!* As both she and Aleena were hit by the red truck that was Malizia's giant fist, Serphia's world would be turned upside down as the once confident Captain was blown away; up side down; out across the city, the High Elf's mansion and the giant red horned woman becoming smaller and smaller as the two Night Elves flew across the horizon! Using all the strength she could muster, Serphia would grit her teeth and utter some final words of spite. "Vashi, if I ever see you again, there will be divine retribution to pay!!"
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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.
[ { "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... \"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "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.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Where is the demon? Is she still Cathedral sized!?" " ... " "I'd hope you managed to make her hurt for this, at least" A 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! Opening 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. "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. "Mistress, you are okay! I'm so glad to see,-" " ... if not for a certain half-rate useless potion that stopped working the moment before I could execute my finishing combo... !" And 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. *Cough* *Wheeze* "Mish-mistress.... I can't... breaaaathe... !" Suddenly 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! "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. Standing up, Serphia couldn't help but feel a sense of nakedness. This 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! "I need some wargear! ... GNOME!" Serphia suddenly pointed at Gimpsy. "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!" ... " ... and you can put the tab on the High Elf."
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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.
[ { "text": "Mei stood up like a tall wall between Serphia and Vashi now. The captain seemed more focused on the other sentinel and the fact she lacked any equipment now as she had decided to demand weapons and so on from the gnome in who's shop they were in. Not hte best tactic as gnome shops rarely had in stock proper weapons for warriors and even more so night elves. The draenei sighed and shook her head.\" This is a tinkerer's shop, captain. You won't exactly find weapons to your taste here unless you are versed in engeneering creations.\" The draenei stated to Serphia and looked at Sharon.\n\n \"Master Sharon, what's the chance for you to open a portal to the Stormwind's bank?\" She asked with inquisitive expression.\" I have put in storage a considerable amount of my old equipment. I could easily arm the captain here and myself, not to mention a certain amount of potions that I massed when I was still on active duty.\" She stated and looked a the human girl who seemed a huge fan of potions.\" While probably nothing to the degree you seemed to possess, but still should come in handy. I hardly drank any of them since they were given to me by a crazy gnome alchemist that was part of my old group. You may be able to make heads and tails from them since i have no idea what half of htem do.\"\n\n \"And finally there's the...\" Mei started to say when suddenly she stopped and made a confused expression. Finally she closed her mouth as if deciding whatever she was about to say was better left untold. Yeah... mentioning those explosives she had was not a good idea....\n\n \"Anyhow beside that we should really think of a way to deal with the giant demon rampaging in Stormwind cause with her there even if you manage to escape the city, she'd be pretty fast on catchign up with you if you're found out.\" Mei stated, wondering about hte temporary giant potion she had. There was always the possibility of just drinking that and askign Vashi and Sharon to open a portal to the Naaru know where. With Mei's body condition as long as she held onto the demon, both of them would get pulled into the portal.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "text": "While hardly cutting as imposing a figure as Mei, Liaena had also been quick to position herself between Sharon and Serphia. While her boyfriend's words had mirrored her thoughts albeit with slightly less flowery language…. personally she would preferred to have shrunk Serphia before making such comments. \n\nOpening her mouth to form words that would almost certainly have contained the items: \"stupid\" and \"fat\", Liaena was saved from having to redirect Serphia's ire by Mei making her presence felt. In no small order of magnitude. The girl stared at the Draenei as she talked on, and on. \"….Yes. That would be good. Thanks.\"\n\n\"What about the demon? How long do you think that giant potion is going to last?\" Kathlin enquired from beside them. The second human had approached the group, now it was evident that the immediate threat of Death-By-Serphia-Smash had passed. Liaena gave her a quizzical look, before considering the question. \"Er….a few hours? Maybe more. I don't do half measures, unlike wherever the great Captain got hers from\"\n\nThe girl received a passing glare from Serphia at this point, but the Night Elf was currently too busy quizzing Mei on the contents of her bank vault, to pay too much attention to insolent humans. \"Okay, and the love potion?\"\n\nThe danger signs had now materialised to start blaring in Liaena's head, and so she instead affected an idle shrug. \"Oh…no more than a few minutes. I made it to be a distraction…or a joke\"\n\n\"Alright, so there's not going to be a giant crazy love sick demon searching the city for me?\" Kathlin enquired, her tone suggesting she was not particularly convinced by Liaena's claims. \"Because I did use Light magic in front of her. And something like that could probably sense where the Cathedral is\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"….Ah, it'll be fine….\" Liaena waved her concerns away. \"….She's got that girl that tried to kill us to play with!\"\n\n\"She didn't try to kill us\"\n\n\"She was with and helped the people that were totally trying to kill us\"\n\n\"You hang out—\" Kathlin snapped, before lowering her voice to jab a finger at Serphia. \"—with that\"\n\n\"…she's better than a death knight!\" Liaena protested, before also turning to size up Serphia. \"maybe. If you squint\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"What... did you say?!" A visible vein would suddenly pop in Serphia's forehead! For a moment, Serphia visually imagined for herself how she could kill the High Elf on the spot using the six nearest objects. Said objects being a big brass rod, a spanner, a mining pick, a teacup, an iron, and of course the Gnome Gimpsy herself. Yet the murderous look on her face would soon give way to a reddish blush as she felt a renewed vigor from Rithrynn, deep inside of her butt, who had suddenly become agitated! Swaying her hips, she'd turn to look down at Sharon, attempting, but also clearly failing, at keeping a stern, authoritarian expression between the look of comfort and delight. "Just you... watch your mouth, High Elf." She more mumbled than said, before taking a moment to straighten up to help inch the hapless Rithrynn a bit further, enjoying every second of it; before the murderous part of her brain again reminded her that she had still lost to that demon, and so slumped her big butt down onto a nearby crate! "Mistress... are you," "We have a demon to slay!" Serphia quickly stated, raising a hand. "Or, more precisely; I have a demon to slay! Whoever brings her down, remember that I will have the kill!" " ... are you sure charging at it again is going to work?" Aleena muttered carefully from the sideline, the Sentinel apparently having recovered from her unfortunate role as collision pillow for her large mistress! "Yes! ... no, actually, I am thinking of an ambush while it's busy terrorizing the silly apes in this city." Serphia muttered, gaining a modicum of thoughtfulness on her face. She knew a thousand different ways to kill an Orc. But a more than 50ft plus tall giant demoness DID tend to limit the number of available approaches! She doubted any of the mages in the room alone had the firepower to kill the giant demoness. But even if they had, she'd never let them steal her kill! So it would be a matter of restraining the demoness, or hold her in place long enough for her to deliver the killing blow! But to deliver an effective killing blow against something that big, she'd need a big weapon. A sanctified weapon. "I never thought I'd ever miss our Moon Priestess... " "Sentine Aleena!" "Yes, mistress!" "Go to the humie Cathedral and bring me the biggest, holiest; by blasphemous human standards; and spikiest thing you can find! And you," Serphia turned to narrow her silvery eyes on Mei. "What exactly sort of stuff is in that vault of yours?" Serphia asked with a dangerously inquisitive look on her face, a look both cold and analytical, with a frightening, murderous intent hidden behind the crystal clear features of her eyes. But before Mei could even give her an answer, Serphia's left ear would suddenly twitch, her elven hearing picking up on something, as Serphia's eyes suddenly darted over to Liaena and Kathlin. " ... what's that about a love potion I keep hearing about?!"
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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.
[ { "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?\"!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "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...\"", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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.\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Your blasphemous magic shall not touch the venerated steel of the Keldorei!" Serphia was quick to claim with a loud voice, leveling a dangerous finger to point it directly at Kathlin! But 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. Suddenly 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; "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. In 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! "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. "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!" Serphia said as she pointed down at Kathlin, before her Finger of Command suddenly switched to Liaena. "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... " Serphia's eyes turned then to Sharon and Vashi, narrowing down on the two magi. "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!" "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! ... "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. " ... and what could you do? ... "
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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.
[ { "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.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "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.", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
It was a good question indeed... Should 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? Serphia 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. ... especially considering that these were just short lived monkeys they were talking about. But 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?!? "We will bring her - to the mountains!" Serphia grinned with a triumphant smirk as she rose up. "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!" Serphia 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). "You look wonderful, mistress!" Aleena commented with an uncertain smile as Serphia came walking back into the opening. Grabbing the pike from Kathlin, Serphia would smile brouadly as she entered a pouncing pose, leaning forward. "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! Suddenly gaining a slight smirk on her face, she motioned for Liaena and Sharon. "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. In the meantime, Vashi, looking at Mei, would throw Mei a concerned look as the Night Elven magi inched closer to the tall Draenei. "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. "Have you actually fought demons this big before? And... " She looked cautiously away for a moment, before her big silvery eyes suddenly returned to look up at her! " .. and did you win?"
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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.
[ { "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...", "username": "rivaan", "char_name": "Meirie Leran" }, { "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.", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"I'm on it!" Vashi had already snatched the portal rune from Sharon, as she began conjuring her spell. "Anun i'thilien, arun o Til'Phelana o vani!" After 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! "Look, Mei, I,-" But 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! Vashi merely gasped, before throwing herself after Mei into the portal! "Sweetie, are you okay?! I didn't mean to... !" * As 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. "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. "Oh, absolutely!" Serphia exclaimed, pumping a clenched fist with a triumphant grin on her face. "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!" "Are you, a kitty? I... I uhm, like kittens!" All 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. Ripfang, 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. That was, until a tiny, nosy and furry object suddenly caught Ripfang's attention... "Rowll?" Ripfang'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! And then the massive war feline and tiny rodent locked eyes... "However, foul-demon! You can only have your precious monkey if you can actually,-" "Pst, mistresss!" "Not now, Aleena! I'm posturing!" "But mistress, it's important." "What?!" "Your Ripfang, Mistress, he just took off!" It 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! "Nooo! My precious little Silje! Come back, my love!" *THOMP* *THOMP* The 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! Serphia 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. "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. "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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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.
[ { "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\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "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!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"Well... " Vashi 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. "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. "Just close your eyes for a moment!" ... "Anun oDeli aqua voosh!" *PPFFSSHOOOOOSSSHH!* In 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! The 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. "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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Sherraine Daerin'Lei, AKA Sherpa.
Age: 232 Class: Death Knight Description: Standing at 196cm tall, Sherpa possess a slender but toned and athletic frame common among the sons and daughters of the sunwell, as he is a Quel'Dorei; a High Elf born and raised in Quel'Thalas. His skin is pale, and his hair is white as snow and runs down the back of his neck. He shares the magical blue eyes of all High Elves, but his eyes also carry a darker steel gray hue. Has a deep cut in his right ear from a sword. His body carries multiple scars, most of which are not from battle but from the torture he suffered at the hands of his masters in the Scourge. Biography: Like most Quel'Dorei, Sherpa possessed an adept magical talent, though not as great as that of his brother, Sharon. But what he may have lacked in magical prowess, he compensated with his natural resourcefulness. While his older brother, Sharon, pursued a successful life of academia and magical studies in Dalaran, Sherpa's interests lay within the mercantile world. Gaining a foothold within the textile and wine market, two prominent exports of Quel'Thalas to the southern realms below, Sherpa proved highly industrious in his talent for combining magic in the process of production, enabling him to out-compete competitor's despite their seemingly greater conventional capital. He even enlisted the aid of Sharon in a joint-venture, helping his brother use his magical talent to increase the production even further. In the relationship between the two brothers, Sherpa had always been the more reflective and thinking of the two, whereas Sharon possessed a much greater extrovert behavior. Sherpa's tendency to think before acting made him a natural strategist, and by extent, a shrewd merchant as well as producer. However, despite the success of their partnership, the two brothers drifted apart in a dispute; partly fueled by Sharon's notion that his talent made him deserve a greater part of the share, and partly because they both had an interest for the same girl, a race to her heart that Sharon eventually won. After they broke up, they would not speak to one another for years until the Third War where the Scourge ravaged the human kingdoms to the south. In a foul minded prank, Sharon got Sherpa levied by Silvermoon while the ranger army's only contact with the Scourge consisted of light skirmishes to the south. Sherpa was furious by this which he saw as yet another betrayal, vowing revenge when the Scourge had been defeated and he returned to Silvermoon, but by this time, neither of the brothers had any idea of the sheer extent of the Scourge's power. After a brief training, Sherpa would travel to the frontline as a battle mage where he was assigned to a platoon of rangers to stop the Scourge's advance which by now was rapidly traveling north towards Silvermoon. In an ill fated ambush against a large horde of Scourge reinforcements, Sherpa's platoon was decimated and routed, while Sherpa himself surrendered. Fearing death, Sherpa pledged his life in service to the Scourge in order to save himself. He was then placed in a regiment of low ranking cultists under the command of the Cult of the Damned, made up of men, elves and dwarves alike, and shared one thing in common; they had all betrayed their own peoples. In the war for Quel'Thalas, their chief two jobs were often to perform menial tasks for higher ranking cultists and necromancers, and acting as cannonfodder alongside the undead in dangerous assaults. While initially suffering from mental trauma and high levels of stress, Sherpa's character would soon return to his old cool and contemplative stance as he was filled by a cold, seething rage towards his brother who he blamed for all of his woes. He set himself a personal goal in the war for Quel'Thalas; that regardless of which side that won, Sherpa would see Sharon dead by his own hand. Sherpa survived, and during this time received training within necromancy and dark magic by the Cult of the Damned. Sherpa was quick to learn from his new masters, and would soon command a small group of undead that he used to protect himself in battle. His martial prowess was also noted by his overseers, as Sherpa was just as likely to fight with sword as he was with magic, and often combined the two. Among his fellow low ranking cultists, Sherpa had convinced many of them to follow him as much as they did their higher ranking masters, forming almost a cult within a cult. With their talents combined, they kept themselves alive throughout the war. Though their relationship had been mostly egalitarian at first, borne out of mutual interests, Sherpa had a penchant for picking the best routes through battlefields and knowing when and when not to attack. This skill eventually elevated him to a unofficial leader of the group, and his words and advice soon became indisputable commands. When Silvermoon burned as a tidal wave of undead slaves and monstrosities set upon it at the end of the war, Sherpa was picked alongside a small cadre of cultists and given the opportunity to become second generation Death Knights based on his magical talent, martial prowess and leadership skills. Sherpa immediately accepted the offer, accepting his new Runeblade without hesitation. His only request from his superiors was that his old group of cultists come with him and serve him upon his knighthood. Plague. Blood. Frost. These were the three most common main specializations that most Death Knights would eventually choose as they walked down the path of the damned. Sherpa on the other hand, due to his background as a necromancer and cultist before becoming a Death Knight, would choose to specialize in the shadows, the very dark magic behind each of these three major schools, and of which Unholy was most associated with. As he delved into the shadows, Sherpa would inscribe his Runeblade with unholy runes, the anathema of light. It became like an all consuming void around which all light died, and those in his presence when he drew his blade could feel the blade's chilling aura eat away at their very humanity. His Runeblade would exist both on the physical plane and beyond. While its metal would rend flesh and bathe in blood, it would also wound the very soul of his victims. Even through armor, the unholy bite of his blade could be felt. Those few who were ever struck down by Sherpa but survived would forever feel a void in their hearts, and though their physical wounds may have healed, would always feel their spirits wounded. During the reign of the Scourge, Sherpa would continue to build his own small faction within the Scourge despite displeasement from other dark masters, and sometimes even came close to inspiring the Lich King's wrath for his ambition. As he was a member of the Cult of the Damned, Sherpa was often tasked with creating networks behind enemy lines and even within the populace of both the Alliance and the Horde, both for recruitment, espionage, sabotage and assassinations. The Lich King's defeat at Icecrown during the Argent Crusade came as a shock to Sherpa, as he had believed the Scourge to be invincible after the fall of Quel'Thalas. Though he was miles away from when it happened, when he could no longer hear the Lich King's whispers either through his minion, rituals or Runeblade, he knew what had happened. Knowing that the Scourge was now doomed, Sherpa would rally many of his supporters and closest followers before deserting the Scourge. But before they left, they also took with them a large amount of unholy artifacts, damning texts, cursed relics, weapons and treasures from the Scourge that they would hide for use later. Any servant or cultist still loyal to the Scourge who tried to stop them from leaving were brutally cut down without mercy. Using the networks he had created earlier, Sherpa helped his ex-Scourge comrades evade the wrath of the Argent Crusade and their inquisitors, and helped them blend back into the civilian populations of the Horde and Alliance. Sherpa moved to Stormwind alongside the vast majority of his followers, but they kept little to no contact afterwards. For a brief time, Sherpa assumed a job position as an assistant accountant and economic advisor in a sea trade based investment company. Though they may have joked about him needing a tan, none of his coworkers had any idea that they were sharing their office space with an unholy Death Knight who had once walked under the Scourge's black banners, stood a midst the destruction of entire cities, butchered hundreds of soldiers, priests and civilians alike and commanded legions of undead slaves. In a quiet moment within the solace of his house, Sherpa genuinely contemplated actually trying to return to a normal life. But it was a thought that he would soon brush aside. Having wielded power unimaginable to most, he knew he could never be satisfied with a normal, peaceful life. Contacting his old followers and colleagues from the Scourge whom he had saved from the Argent Dawn, he would gather them, and with their help and expertise; set in motion the plans to create a large organization called the White Hand alongside some smaller sister companies that together would seek to dominate both the private military and economic sectors within the Alliance.
[ { "text": "\"That would be by him.\" Donald answered Liaena's question while taking a step back to gaze up at her.\n\"It was how I ended up in the custody of you and your Night Elven allies, after all. What would otherwise have been a clean escape, he intercepted me and left me for dead.\"\n\nDonald explained as he thought back to the whole episode in the sewer, which had consisted mostly of him being thrown from brick wall to brick wall like the ragdoll of a rather psychotic little girl. Part of him didn't like talking about the episode to Liaena, as he found the whole betrayal to be more embarrassing.\nOne could only be betrayed if you trusted someone in the first place.\n\n\"I knew he would turn on me eventually. I simply had not expected him to do it so soon.\"\n\nFor a moment, Donald smiled.\n\n\"I think he is probably a little disappointed with your Night Elven bodyguards, considering that I am still alive.\" Donald chuckled softly.\n\"I have no love for him, nor any loyalty either. If you want to make his life worse, I would only be too happy to cooperate, Lady Rune.\"\n\nDonald paused, blinking his right eye up at Liaena.\n\n\"I believe we are united in a common desire to see my old customer pay.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Liaena raised her eyebrows back at Donald in dry amusement, although her eyes had widened slightly at his words. \"Oh? I thought you didn't bear grudges. How kind of you to make an exception\"\n\nDonalds brief description of the events that led to his predicament filled her with deep unease. Mostly because she had never known Sherpa to be 'disappointed' about anything, or leave a person alive where there was a perfectly good opportunity to murder them and desecrate their corpse. The last time she had relied on an assassins advice, it had led to her nearly getting throttled by an undead, ghost….thing, and Liaena gazed at the little man with distrust. Was this yet another trap, or ploy?\n\n\"…Tell me about your 'customer', as you call him\"\n\nDonalds information could still be valid, just as long as it wasn't relied upon in the same way they had blindly followed the hook hung by Esmeralda. All the more reason, if there weren't already numerable, to keep the assassin firmly separated from the 'experience and wisdom' of her Night-Elf 'bodyguards', and Liaena studied the man carefully.\n\n\"The high elf, with the white skin and hair. I don't know what you know him by, but he calls himself Sherpa. I want to know how and when he first made contact with you, where you have met him and exactly what he paid you to do\"\n\nLiaena chewed on her lip as she thought back to the ambush that had occurred down in the sewers. Donald had been with him then, and would presumably have at least some grasp of Sherpas plan. \"Also, he has two creatures with him. An undead assassin and an incorporeal…ghost, of sorts. Female. Looks as though she used to be human, once. What do you know about them?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"It is not as much of a grudge as it is more of a precautionary measure. Some people are willing to kill to hide their agenda, and I have little interest in dying for someone's personal interests." Donald answered Liaena's assertion about him keeping grudges with a small smile. "He tried once. What's stopping him from finishing his job sometime in the future?" Although Donald's dealings were done with the High Elf, he doubted the High Elf was done with him for as long as he lived. It was not the first time someone had tried to kill their hired blades to hide the truth of their own plots, and it would certainly not be the last time either. Through his career, Donald had met with all sorts of people, including nobles and rich men. No matter how pretty their cloth, their intentions were seldom any more noble than that of a common street thug. "A ghost?" Donald asked, slightly raising his one eyebrow as he looked up at Liaena; seemingly a little surprised. The assassin raised a finger up to his chin, as he seemed to be searching through his memory. "I know the assassin you speak of, even though I never saw his face, he smelled like a corpse anyway. But the ghost you mentioned... I don't think I ever saw anything like that. That is not to say though that I have no idea what attacked me when Silverlion intercepted me. Something invisible, it tossed me around like a ragdoll... " Donald paused for a moment, looking to the side before his gaze returned to Liaena. "Oh yes, his last name was Silverlion. A Sherraine Silverlion, or something like that, weird elven first name. A merchant who's a wannabe lord, supposedly having a history with the noble Greymoon as well as some ties to the Scourge. He hired me through a friend of mine, for whom me and my... well, I wouldn't call them teammates but they were supposed to be a team nonetheless. I'm sure you've met them all by now."
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Meirie Leran
Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"My sin was trying to save my race from oblivion!\"\n\nMalizia 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.\n\nReadjusting 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!\n\nThe 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.\n\n\"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.\n\"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!\"\n\nMalizia's eyes narrowed sharply on Mei, the Draenei ignoring the blood that seeped down across her left eye.\n\n\"Our misguided ideas of right and just were just as dangerous to us as the Orcs themselves - if not more so!\"\n\n---------------------------------\n\nSilje-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!\n\n\"Sharon, you mean the yellow haired High Elf?\" Silje inquired as she looked towards Liaena and Kathlin, her eyes remaining on the latter.\n\n\"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!\n\"I never realized anyone so tiny could run that fast... \"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "The standoff between the two Draenei had become the center of attention in the room.\n\nWhile they were talking, Rithrynn would be slowly inching her way around the room in a half circle around the two fighters, until she stood right next to her Captain. Vashi would repeat the same thing, approaching Serphia from the opposite direction and keeping her distance to the two Draenei.\n\nAs she stood next to her towering Captain, Rithrynn would slowly lean in; eyes still on Mei and Malizia, and whisper up to Serphia.\n\n\"Uhhmm... should we intervene, mistress?\" She asked, throwing a slightly quizzical look between Serphia and the two Draenei.\n\nThe fight seemed to have been really one sided to far. An unarmed, perhaps drunk Draenei fighting a fully armed and armored Draenei who wielded not just one, but two Runeblades!\n\n\"We probably should... \"\n\nSerphia had raised a hand up to her chin, rubbing it for a moment as she gazed thoughtfully at the two combatants. Suddenly motioning for Vashi to give her her sword, she held the blade up in front of Vashi. Vashi, looking slightly confused for a moment, would raise her staff towards the blade, casting a quiet enchantment which suddenly caused the runes inscribed into the Night Elven magi's blade to suddenly glow with a deep, orange hue as the blade suddenly began to burn!\n\n\"Draenei, catch!\" \n\nThe Night Elven Captain's voice would suddenly call out through the room when she suddenly threw Vashi's now flaming elven shortsword towards Mei like a flaming missile, despite the fact that half of Malizia was already in the way!\n\nAs she did, Serphia would raise her own sword and called out to Rithrynn and Vashi standing around her.\n\n\"KILL THE SQUID GOAT!\"\n\n\"Which one?!\"\n\n\"THE EVIL ONE!\"\n\n\" ?? ... OKAY!\"\n\nIn an instant, Rithrynn and Serphia suddenly charged towards Malizia from behind, the two big and bigger Sentinels rapidly closing the gap between them; and Vashi cast a spell that levitated Malizia's feet some inches above the ground, making the Death Knight lose her footing!\n\n*\n\nBack in the atrium, pandemonium had ensued! (even worse than before!!)\n\nAleena and Lithrielle had teamed up in the middle of the brawl, and had just double slammed one of the chevalier-elves into the ground when Aleena turned to look at Lithrielle.\n\n\"Where's the rest of those traitors?! I'm itching for a fight!\" Aleena exclaimed as she looked around, offhandedly elbowing a drunk Sentinel as she tried to attack her from behind, causing her to slump right down onto the fallen chevalier-elf, whom let out a painful groan in return!\n\n\"I think we've run out of them... \" Lithrielle replied as she scanned the surrounding battle, which at this point mostly featured the warband fighting against itself; any chevalier-elf having been lost in the confusing elf brawl.\n\n\"Wait, look!\" Aleena would suddenly say, grabbing Lithrielle as she pointed towards two tiny High Elves locked in battle a little further away, barely visible past the legs of the fighters!\n\"It's that High Elf guy we're supposed to be protecting - and I think he found the last invader!\"\n\n\"Ohhh, let's get him!\n\n\"Yeees!!\"\n\n\"CHAAAARRGEE!\" And with a combined battle cry, Aleena and Lithrielle charged forth together through the fray and towards Sharon and Valion, using an unfortunate, crouched sentinel as a stepping stone as they both leaped into the air towards the two High Elves in a combined, aerial elf assault formation!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"I've had enough of the preaches you and the paladins utter…" Mei roared as the runeblade slashed her side. The pain erupted inside her mind, her body felt cold at that moment as the effect of the death knight's magic blade surged through her wound, freezing it. Still Mei had long since stopped being a normal warrior, as the pain filled her mind and the rage fueled her up, the burning fires of rage in her eyes only grew stronger. She roared again, the sensation of pain dulled by her berserk state, she was just about to charge again with even greater rage as the shout came, followed by a burning sword. In a moment of silence unusual for a berserker, she grabbed the burning blade in midair. It was a good sword, somewhat lighter than the ones she was used to wield... her dual pair of two handed swords. She missed having them in her rage. The familiar sensation of a sword's hilt filled her arm. It took her, but a moment to suddenly press the burning blade against her frozen wound. In a few brief seconds the wound first was unfrozen and then the flesh began to burn. She felt that much better with her flesh burned than the frost spreading like a desease in her body, limiting her ability to move. "That's better… pain is the only proof one still lives…" She muttered with a huge grin. Then she charged at the death knight again, rage burning through her mind and pulling all locks of her body." HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" With a battle cry she slashed at Ryuuna, using the moment when the mage broke her footing. Her enraged mind allowing her to utilize even more strength than usual… "TO OBLIVION WITH THE LIGHT AND DARKNESS!" Mei shouted." I WANT TO DESTROY YOU OF MY OWN DESIRE..."
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Meirie Leran
Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.
[ { "text": "\"Take down that stupi... squi fa... \" Serphia was charging through the room like a Night Elven rocket, Rithrynn right beside her, when she would suddenly slow down.\n\nSeeing Liaena move towards Sharon's prized mahogany desk, a moment of Deja Vu occurred for the captain, with vivid images appearing within her mind as she thought back to a scene back in Honor's Watch that involved a heavy stone coffin launched at her like a catapult round.\n\n\"GET DOWN!\"\n\nSerphia exclaimed! Rithrynn had already heard the warning and began moving, but Serphia, in a surprising display of precognition, would push her out of the way as the two elves fell in a pile on the floor - just in time as a large, wooden desk + a surprised Malizia flew through the room like a missile!\n\n*CRASH!*\n\n\"Elune! ... Li! Why did you do that?!\"\n\nAs wood splinters rained down throughout the office, followed by an expanding cloud of dust from the crash site of the desk that was bellowing out into the rest of the room, Rithrynn would roll her head around to throw Liaena an annoyed glare!\n\nRealizing that any attempt to quell Liaena's chaotic habbits was about as likely to succeed as telling a cow to stop mooing or dynamite not to explode when tossed in a pyre, Rithrynn would let out an annoyed sigh as she turned her head around to look towards the heavy thing lying on top of her.\n\n\"Uhh, m-mistress? ... \"\n\nLying on top of her almost like a shield was none other than Captain Serphia herself! While at first not noticing her, the Captain would eventually rear her head to look down at her. And it was a surprisingly happy, as well as lustful; smile that met Rithrynn, enough to send a chill up the Sentinel's spine.\n\n\"Uhm... could you please move? ... please... ?\"\n\n*\n\nAleena barely had time to let out an offended gasp as she was promptly dropped from her floating position in the air, only to let out another gasp of both surprise and delight as the large Night elven warrioress landed right on her butt; with the tiny Valion below her barely even managing to scurry all but a short way before going straight up into Aleena's big butt as she crashed down!\n\nLithrielle, too surprised to even notice the smaller human girl extracting the shrunken High Elf from her cleavage, stared towards Aleena with big eyes.\n\n\"Ali, are you okay?!\" Lithrielle would quickly ask as she rushed to kneel down next to the sitting Aleena. Aleena's mouth was wide open, before slowly closing.\n\n\"Oh, I am!\" The initial look of surprise on Aleena's face would quickly be replaced by that of a big, broad smile as she looked back up at Lithrielle!\n\"I got the bad guy!\"\n\nAleena exclaimed with great enthusiasm while wriggling her butt around triumphantly around on the ground, much to the misfortune of Valion! \n\n\"Hihi, I don't think he ever saw you coming, sis!\" Lithrielle exclaimed with the same amount of enthusiasm, as the sentinel threw her arms around Aleena just as the Night Elf had gotten off her feet, causing her to tilt dangerously back and almost into the path of another drunken Night Elf who was looking for a fight, but the latter missing them as her haymaker was way off, causing her to tumble into a nearby wall!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "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.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
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. 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. 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? "Cast some spells of frost resists or something on me please." She asked the night elf who probably summoned her earlier. "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!?" "You are the worst death knight I've seen!" "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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