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Story Time: Revelations

And into the new year I give you a new story

Brennadam Square, Stormsong Valley, Kul Tiras

The mini getaway to hone in on their skills as a scribe and alchemist extended into two more weeks within the green hills of Stormsong Valley. Andais Lu and Vynsand Runebane had now moved from Millstone Hamlet to the central hub of the region, the town of Brennadam. Mixed in with their schedules of training, they had picked up favours and pleas of help from the locals and once again the days began to blend together. The mage and warlock’s friendship had taken an interesting turn since that night they arrived at the miller’s village and both were unsure but wanted to see where it was heading.

In the inn that they were staying run by Terry Rigglesmith, Andais Lu returned home in the evening to a fresh Starlight rose sitting inside the vase on her bedside table. Each night it gave off a soothing blue glow and it made the young woman smile knowing who had given her the gift. During the day it was kept professional between the two and they focused on fixing the problems that arose for the Kul Tirans in Brennadam square, at night however their comradeship turned friendly and dinners together in the inn became a frequent occurrence.

Despite their relationship growing, Vynsand had still yet to reveal his face to Andais and she was growing more impatient with his secrets. She had tried to ask him over dinner but when it resulted in awkward silence, she decided to take matters into her own hands and try and find a solution, a magical way. That usually ended up in hilarious results that left the young woman not attempting to try again and memories forever planted in her mind. Andais decided it was futile for the elven mage to remove the hood and stopped pursuing on the endeavour. It still disappointed her and Vynsand picked up on her different moods.

One particular night after dinner, Andais Lu stood up from the table and excused herself for bed when she felt a gloved hand grab her outstretched arm “Wait…Andais” the deep tone of Vynsand’s voice resonated in her ears and she paused in her step. Turning to her friend, she watched him stand up before muttering “Follow me” but he did not release his hand on her arm. Andais arched an eyebrow but complied and followed him out of the inn. They were walking through the quiet alley beside their profession’s shops when Vynsand paused in front of her.

Andais waited patiently noting how the night sky seemed so clear today, still her hazel eyes stared at the back of Vynsand’s head waiting for him to say something more. “I know for the past year you have been wishing to see my face, there is a reason why I cannot disclose who I am to you Andais” Vynsand began and this made the warlock frown reaching over to touching his shoulder “I told you before Vyn, I do not care if you are disfigured or believe you look hideous” there was a quiet chuckle from underneath the Kirin Tor head piece “This isn’t about physical scars Andais…” Vynsand began, his gloved hands reaching up to pull at the ends of his hood–

BOOM!

Nearby an explosion sounded and a fiery ball crashed into the nearest shop. Screams were heard from inside and Andais Lu immediately sprung into action, running out of the alley and into the main square of the town. She watched as locals and fellow Alliance soldiers came running out of the buildings or began filling up buckets with water to douse the burning square. Andais looked up and turned pale while licks of fel fire crept into the corners of her eyes “The Horde…” she whispered her voice carrying venom. She did not see Vynsand stand beside her and look up, all she cared about was to remove the enemy.

Spreading her hands, Andais felt her familiar spell of Fire and Brimstone charge up her mana, the surging alchemist stone still embedded in her left bracer making it quicker for the warlock to cast her fiery magic. With an angry shout, Andais released an explosive Conflagorate on the closest descending blimp. The fel fire exploded upon contact with the gas contained balloon and the air ship soon fell from the night sky at a faster rate. The Horde that was on the ship quickly flew out of harms way. Andais casted again, releasing a combination of her first spell and now Incinerate into the charging Horde before her.

It was then the warlock realised, her mage comrade was no where in sight. Whirling about in her robes, the Verdant spheres bobbing above her auburn head, Andais’ fel green eyes widened in shock “Vynsand!” she called out above the warring factions and fleeing innocents. She could not see the mage anywhere and it began to cloud her thoughts of whether to attack the Horde or find her friend. Instead she quickly dispersed into the heavy crowds, ushering the locals to safety all the while dismantling the bombs set up by the squadrons of goblins.

Andais casted a Conflagorate on the nearest goblin before running to a huddled family in the corner of the inn and leading them to the town’s line of defense where Sergeant Calvin was giving out instructions to the Alliance champions who had also taken up residence in Brennadam. “I need some of you to dismantle the bombs from destroying our town completely, others need to help diffuse the fires burning and rescues innocents. But someone must be giving orders here. They know the plan, and I want to know the plan too” the warlock perked up at this and she raised her hand “Sergeant, I’ll go hunting for the perpetrator”.

The Kul Tiran soldier regarded the young woman surrounded by an aura of fel fire and nodded “Very well. Captain Lockjaw: I heard him conveying orders. Start with him, but beware of his magic!” Andais Lu smirked as she began jogging back into the chaos of the battle in the main square “He should beware of me” before disappearing into the crowds. It didn’t take long for the warlock to hear from those she assisted in the fight of the location of the undead caster. He was said to be on the outskirts of the town and held the plans sent to him by Lady Sylvanas. While only one Horde blimp remained as his getaway just in case things in Brennadan got too severe and he could easily escape from the carnage.

Andais gently lowered the child into the sobbing arms of his mother, giving him an affectionate ruffle of the hair, she continued her jog down the alleyway only to see a hobbling streak of purple and red. Narrowing her green eyes, Andais casted Fire and Brimstone once again, briefly tapping the bottom of her staff, Legionterror and running towards the running figure. Out in the open, she came face to face with the undead sorcrer who sneered at her from beneath his cowl. Lockjaw’s rotting hands began to glow blue as he casted and shouted in a choking cry “Death is the only way” launching meteors towards the warlock.

Quickly jumping out of the way, Andais dug her slippered feet into the soil and threw her fel fire towards the other caster, he hollered back as his robes were singed in green flames “The Burning Legion will take over your soul!” he spat out. This only angered Andais more and she kept releasing her spell Incinerate towards the undead male, the staff on her back opening a second portal and releasing more fel fire into the sorcerer’s back. Her hazel eyes now an eerie fel green, Andais stalked towards Lockjaw between her gloved hands the familiar spellwork of the Chaos Bolt forming.

“No one owns me” she snarled back before releasing the roaring bolt smacking into Lockjaw’s already crumbling body. He fell to the ground gasping his final breath “She… will rule… forever…” the undead caster spoke no more. Shifting through his burnt robes, Andais found the scroll with the detailed orders from the Banshee queen and she smiled triumphant tucking it into her Diabolic robe pocket. In the distance she heard the battle was ending as the singular Horde blimp quickly flew away from any trajectory arsenal. Her green eyes returning to their familiar hazel hue, Andais realised she had forgotten about Vynsand. Breaking into a jog, she headed back to the square, hoping that the elven mage was alright.

Walking through the mixture of injured soldiers and shaken villagers, Andais scanned each grouping for a pair of pointed ears poking out of a violet hood. Standing in the centre of the square, Andais held back a pained sob her thoughts immediately thinking the worst had happened to her companion. “Andais?” she heard his voice behind her and she spun around, leaping onto the elf who stumbled backwards holding her against him. Though his robes were a smoked or a bit torn, the mage was in one piece.

“Don’t scare me like that, where did you go?!” Andais’ muffled voice was heard against his shoulder, Vynsand sounded apologetic “I was portalling the trainers out of the market, our hub for inscription and alchemy is completely ruined”. Andais lifted her head to stare up at Vynsand, her hazel eyes brimming with tears “I thought you were gone” she mumbled “How could I Andais, I’m an elf” “That is no longer immortal” “Well I’m still before you aren’t I?” a small smile began to creep on the warlock’s face as she reached into the hood finding defined cheekbones and nodding quickly “Yes you are”.

Without thinking what she was doing or wondering how Vynsand would react, Andais leaned her face into his hood and her lips found his.

To be continued…

Character Bio: Bast/Dinah Llewelyn

No WoW story this week, sorry all! Instead this is a character that I moved from Second Life and moved over to IMVU because its easier to work with and less overheating with Spring’s fluctuating weather.


Codename: Ɓλsτ
Real name: Dinah Llewelyn
Age: 21 years old
Race: Genetically modified human with traits of a feline
Gender: Female
Origin: Born originally in District 7 of Neo-London, moved to a facility in Tokyo-Yokohama where she was reborn, escaped and resides in Drune- an island city in the Pacific rim
Theme song: Sugar Free by T-ara and And&End EDM

Height: 5’0″
Hair: Shoulder length brunette hair with blonde tips
Eyes: Originally blue now glowing silver
Unusual markings/colouration: Her factory ID tattooed on her right inner wrist, she has other tattoos on her body before she was modified
Skin tone: Pale.

Alignment: Chaotic Good
Allies: High Priestesses of Venus, The Cat’s Meow, Circle of Animassin’s
Friends: Professor Xander Chrome, Leena Frost/Skaoi, Lady Aphrodite, Vysand Avelbourne
Enemies: Coal Council, The Confederacy of EU nations, Lab Uni.Que
Father: Dr Thomas Llewelyn, one of the head scientists leading Lab Uni.Que and facilitated Project Gato, he offered his only child to be a test subject
Mother: Caterina Llewelyn, shot dead by the Coal council


Weaponry
Luna: Her katana that has been sliced halfway up the blade allows a sliver of laser to be inserted between the cut
Her twin tails: They have fire energy hovering above that can be released with a swing of her tail, her tails can also extend and retract
Claws: Nails have grown to cat claws with metal tips, assist her in climbing buildings or gripping

Body Modifications
Bast can jump to great heights/leap across rooves, she can also blend in with her surroundings and scale buildings like a leopard and run fast like a cheetah. Her new whiskers alert her of any danger or change in the area surrounding her, she also enters heat like female felines, Professor Chrome has been assisting her in handling these frequent cycles.


History
Humanity was at its peak of technological and medicinal advancement; the Solar system had been terraformed and populated and a peaceful union existed between humans and their alien neighbours.

This picture-perfect world was where Dinah was born into, in a manor of the wealthiest Neo-London district, Seven. Her father one of the leading doctors of Lab Uni.Que had uncovered a revolutionary idea where they could combine animal DNA and safely transfer it into homo sapiens to speed up evolution for humans to be on the same level as their otherworldly counterparts.

Dinah was 16 years old when her father volunteered her to be one of the first test subjects of Project Gato operating in Tokyo-Yokohama and only processed this notion after her mother was senselessly murdered by the faction known as Coal council. Dinah began to grow into a different kind of woman. No longer completely human but not an animal either, weaponised by Lab Uni.Que to become the ultimate defence for Earth.

She escaped her father’s dominion and fled Japan, infiltrating an illegal immigrant boat and sailing to the elusive mecha island of Drune. Though it was still on Earth, it was reigned by the High Priestesses of Venus who protected its citizens from outside terrors. Lady Aphrodite took in the morphing Dinah under her wing and alongside Professor Xander Chrome, they nurtured the half feline young woman.

Dinah became one of the founding members of the Circle of Animassin’s where she met Leena Frost, another young woman with the powers of a polar bear. Her usual hangout/bar is at the Cat’s Meow, it’s manager is Vysand Avelbourne who has his own panther qualities. While Drune was their sanctuary, Dinah left the island weekly to search for the killers of her mother and to stop Lab Uni.Que from recruiting anymore unfortunate souls for their tests.

Story Time: Mana Match


Tradewind’s Market, Boralus, Kul Tiras

More weeks had passed and though Andais Lu’s small party were doing minor missions to assist the Proudmore family, it was all leading up to bigger revelations such as the possibility of Queen Azshara returning and taking control of the seas, pirates harassing the shore towns of Kul Tiras all reporting to Lady Priscilla Ashvane.

Andais had gotten closer to her comrades, she shared interests of elven delicacies with Rahlis and he divulged of his former life as a warrior in Darkshore. It was only when the void consumed his thoughts that he found his class changing to becoming that of a Death Knight. Though she still clashed with Evrollah, the warlock and priest found consolation of each battle through meditation.

The light forged Draenei often woke the young woman up in the morning to begin a morning routine of withdrawing into herself and clearing out the pains and memories of war. But Andais admitted that she had gotten the closest to her enigmatic equal in magic, Vynsand. Whether on quests in the vast terrains of Kul Tiras or holed up inside Snug Harbour and drinking Darnassian wine, Andais barely left Vynsand’s side unless of course she was with her other companions.

Unfortunately, her elven friend still did not show his face to her. Andais wondered if the elf was horribly scarred and was ashamed to show himself but she tried to assure him, that she did not care on such trivial matters. Vynsand sounded touched by her comment but still did not lift the Kirin tor hood from his head.

One morning after her meditation with Evrollah, Andais had walked out of Fairweather’s Fine enchantments having casted on a new trinket that she was awarded during her quest in Brennadam and went searching for Vynsand. From one of the Boralus guards, he had mentioned that he saw the cowled arcane mage head into Whalgrene’s Lab with a bunch of herbs in his gloved hands and a leather book. Knowing that Vynsand was an alchemist, Andais hurried to the small shop and found the elf hunched over a table, with an open leather book and mixing one bubbling flask of coloured liquid into another bottle.

Being careful to not disturb him, Andais Lu watched Vynsand quietly, her hazel eyes drifting to the large red stone on the table that pulsed at a steady beat. She attempted to read the writing on the leather book only to frown slightly. She had seen this writing it wasn’t human and certainly wasn’t of the Kaldorei. She racked her distant memory of where she had seen such language before it revealed itself to her. She had seen it in the war-torn streets of the city of Suramar, during the invasion of the Burning Legion. The book belonged to the Nightborne, who now aligned themselves to the Horde.

Andais Lu folded her arms “Why are you carrying a book belonging to the Horde Vyn?” the mage jostled briefly in his stool before looking over his shoulder “Andais, you scared me” the warlock still frowning walked over to him and repeated her inquiry “Why are you carrying an enemy’s book for alchemy Vynsand?” the elf sighed before gently placing the flasks down on the wooden table. “If you may recall, the Nightborne once were my people too, we were all High elves once” Vynsand’s voice trailed off as if was far away, lost in the past.

He then grabbed the red gem on the table and flicked it towards Andais who quickly caught it on reflex “I have been working on creating a Surging alchemist stone, its properties would be able to increase intellect after casting and therefore allow easier casting time for a warlock or mage”. Andais Lu inspected the gem, immediately regretting her accusing tone of voice with her friend, she shouldn’t have been so forceful. She had nothing against Vynsand and she trusted him. She arched an eyebrow “Does it work?” she heard the smile in Vynsand’s voice “Let’s try it out”. Closing the Nightborne alchemy book and placing it inside his robe’s pocket, Vynsand led Andais Lu out of the lab and through the streets of the Tradewind’s market.

They walked up a turret of stairs that led towards the flight master, Joan Weber before Vynsand took a sharp left and descended more stairs that led into a training area facing the harbour. They approached three training dummies and Vynsand opened his palm, a glistening ball of arcane magic appeared, and he threw it towards the closest mannequin, the dummy exploding on impact before magically pulling itself together.

Gesturing towards Andais, Vynsand nodded “Now you try wearing the alchemist stone” Andais looked at the mage confused before sliding the red gem into one of her ravenous devotee bracelets then casted her opening spell of Conflagorate at the dummy. Green fire erupted from her fingers and singed the wooden doll, she felt the mana in her blood awaken with new energy and she quickly casted the same spell without hesitation. She stared at her hands amazed “I feel like no mana was wasted after that quick spell” Vynsand nodded “That is what the alchemist stone does, it lowers the wastage of mana after each spell we perform”.

Andais Lu laughed amazed “This could assist us during our lengthy missions and even help Evrollah with her healing time” Vynsand nodded again “This is what I have been hoping to achieve by creating stones for all four of us, even Rahlis would need it for some of his mana work of Death”. Andais Lu snapped her fingers and casted her next spell of Immolate, standing beside her she heard the teasing tone in Vynsand’s voice “See, the Horde book as you call it has some use to us” the warlock rolled her eyes before blasting three of the dummies with her felfire.

“They are still the enemy and the cause behind this war and why we are here in Kul Tiras then back in our respective continents” “Not all the Horde are bad, they just have a very lost leader…” Vynsand began and Andais Lu whirled upon him, her hazel eyes flashing green as she released another spell into the dummies “They burned Teldrassil! Anyone that follows that Banshee queen deserves to be either captured or incinerated” the four verdant spheres glowed above the warlock’s head as she swivelled in her Emberscatter treads and released her most lethal spell- Chaos Bolt.

The roar of the demonic missile flew and crashed into the dummies, leaving behind a small crater and surely waking anyone nearby. Andais Lu bit her bottom lip embarrassed at the damage she had left behind and looked up nervously. The inner rage once again dying down. She felt a soothing hand squeeze her shoulder and once again attempted to search for Vynsand’s face underneath the cowl “That’s enough practice for now I think”.

To be continued…

Story Time: High Orders

I should subscribe back into WoW and download Battle for Azeroth to get more quality content for my stories but I don’t exactly want to pay the fees again

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Stormwind Embassy, Stormwind City

“With all due respect Lord Greymane, I believe I’d work better with either Mookie or even Booleigh”

“The warrior is already on Kul Tiras assisting Lady Jaina Proudmoore to ask for the aid of her people and I doubt the druid is even in the right mindset right now. She, like the rest of her kin are still affected by the loss of Teldrassil”

Inside the new faction base within the walls of Stormwind City, Andais Lu was arguing with Genn Greymane. She was ordered to take a boat to Ashenvale and assist the Alliance with reclaiming the land for the night elves. She wasn’t going alone however and would be joined by the Light forged Draenei, a priest named Evrollah. The said Draenei stood on the other side of Greymane, her otherworldly eyes regarding the human warlock in curiousity and disdain.

The greying King of Gilneas regarded the high priestess of the night elves, Tyrande Whisperwind sympathetically, the Priestess lost in her own world, her hands clasped together in communication with her Goddess Elune. For the past two weeks she was constantly seeking the help of her beloved deity while also keeping a look out for her husband, the Arch druid Malfurion Stormrage.

Andais Lu’s hazel eyes drew in the solemn appearance of the High priestess and swallowed the lump in her throat. Tension was high even with all the Alliance leaders under one roof, both factions were at a stand still after two of their capital cities had fallen to the enemy. The Alliance no longer had any hold over the continent of Kalimdor but they reigned supreme over the Eastern Kingdoms.

Shifting in Emberscatter treads realising that she could not continue arguing with one of the leaders and nevertheless a King, Andais Lu resigned and folded her arms “Very well, Evrollah and I will take the next boat” “Be careful in Ashenvale Andais Lu, they are no longer the sacred lands of the Kaldorei” Genn Greymane warned. Simply nodding the warlock took a step back and walked out of the embassy, feeling the presence of the Holy priest beside her.

“I understand you completely on why you don’t wish to party with me Ms Andais, I too found this match to be uneven for your entire being reeks of our fallen enemies, the Burning Legion” the Light forged Draenei’s comment made Andais clench her gloved hands in irritation. She was friends and allies with many Draenei especially back in her garrison on Draenor but the Light forged were a different type of the alien species and in Andais’ personal opinion very over confident of themselves. Because they had been infused with holy light and blessed by the Naaru, they found themselves to be superior to the normal Draenei on Azeroth.

This arrogance made Andais Lu not trust them so have one as her partner in a mission to the contested lands of Ashenvale was unheard of! “My robes may have fel magic imbued in them but behind your relics of Holy light, you have the same faults as every other race of Azeroth” Andais snipped back quietly, her pace picking up, wanting to put as much distance between her and the priest. Perhaps if she was lucky, she could get her own boat to Kalimdor.

To be continued…