Prologue
There is no wind in the forest.
Dew may drop.
Grass
may rustle.
But there will never be a natural gust of wind.
The
elf with the midnight-colored hair knew this as law. She had lived it
for thousands of years, accepted, and adapted to it. And so, when she
passed a low branch while running and the leaves began to rustle, she
came to the abrupt halt.
Her target, the Orc, merely continued to
hum a tune in his wretched and damaged voice of his. Ugh.
Whoever
had trained him did a terrible job.
The elf continued running
forwards towards him. Her ears were long and able to hear even his
smallest movement, and her eyes were well adjusted to see every
detail in the night.. The Well of Eternity's gifts were not in vein.
Though it was gone now, and the woman's skin had faded from a deep
violet into a pale rose shade, she still did seem immortal. She
certainly thought she was.
Coming within range of the Orc now,
Adriese Whisperwing peered above her at a gap in the brush.
There,
next to the high moon, another white thing was moving in tendon with
the elf. Seeing her master's slowing to a stride now, Adriese pulled
out her bow and began to string it. Above her, Shari'Anune, her owl,
let out a calm and soothing coo.
The Orc smiled, and then began
to sing now, rather than hum. Oh what a -terrible- gruff voice. How
the horde could stand them was beyond her. But regardless...
Drawing
an arrow that dripped poison, Adriese shot a sideways glance to her
owl. The owl cooed again. And with a nod, Adriese drew back her
string and took aim.
-- -- -- -- -- -- --
Upper
right thigh. Leather, gold pouch. Then leather string. Hanging from
belt. Bulging.
A sly smirk spread across Rhé's face. Hidden behind a bench, her
back against some bushes, the young Sin'Dorei woman began to think.
The Blood Knight was speaking with a Magistrix about something,
something that kept making her blush. Rhé rolled her eyes. Of
course. How typical for a knight.
She slid her favorite dagger
from her belt, and then began to proceed forwards. Though Silvermoon
was perceptually covered in springtime, light does create shadows.
The moon, high and bright, was just enough to create these shadows
that the young woman strove off of. The violet sky was still a little
bright though. However, it was very pretty. Stepping shadow from
shadow, the rogue moved closer and closer to the knight.
Just
behind him now, the Magistrix was much too busy giggling and blushing
like a little girl to notice the other woman behind her interest. How
could the reek of arrogance not
drive
the woman away? Very slowly, yet carefully, Rhé grabbed the pouch
and began to cut it.
"Mmm, you've got a lovely scent of...
hey... hey!"
Uh oh.
Quick, get awa--
"Well,
well, well, if it isn't Rhealyn Lo'Thendiel, pick pocketing elitist
of Silvermoon." The Blood Knight grabbed the end of the rogues
ponytail as she turned to bolt away with the coin purse. "How
could someone that smells so sweet be such a pain?"
"Oh,
come now, am I really such a pain? I didn't hurt you; actually, I was
helping you. That jingling could have given you away to any scourge
or Alliance foe before you could have stricken first." Rhé
flashed a grin at the royal arrogance, not worried in the slightest
bit.
"Oh, yes, yes, you're so selfless. Oh, what will your
brother say now?" The Knight tugged hard on her ponytail,
causing her to grunt in pain. She really did hate these Knights.
-- -- -- -- -- -- --
"Left!"
"Flank
right!"
"Careful, strike the one in the middle!"
"Great one, Ali."
There was only the shouting of
the crowd and the instruction of her twin brother. Everything moved
so slow, so clear. She felt nothing, smelled nothing, and tasted
nothing but blood lust and rage. Her sword bashed into the shoulder
of an Orc, followed by her shield into his head. These were the
marking of a true gladiator, nearly heartless. Only nearly.
The
young woman quickly slid her shield beside her, blocking a blade that
was about to drive into her brother's skull.
"Thanks..."
He barely whispered, shoving his massive sword into the stomach of
the attacker.
The twins had silvery blond hair, the girls was cut
short, and let a few strands hang over her right eye, and the boy's
was long and tied into a ponytail at the top of his head. The male
had a long scar running down the right side of his face, causing his
right eye to be a milky white rather than the sky blue that matches
his sister's.
In unison, the two drove their swords into two
enemies that faced them. They were now the only ones standing in the
small Blade's edge arena. Both of them raised their arms int he air,
the crowd erupting in cheers. The two exchanged grins, then proceeded
out of the arena.
"Congratulations to the Quel'Dorei,
Victoria and Aliztair Synethor!"
-- -- -- -- -- -- --
"I know what I'm doing with these three, Hin."
The goblin's voice was high-pitched and squeaky, unattractive to the
ears of most. She obviously didn't mind much.
"I'm sure you
do, Jenny." The male's voice was much more deeper as he crossed
his arms and turned off the projectomatron screen. "But
seriously, three elves? They're going to kill each other before they
kill the other teams."
"Yeah-yeah, they'll learn to
deal with it, or else." She said, un-amused. "Now, look at
what this baby can do. Lets see those gnomes top this one."
Jenny Sizzlegear slammed her hand onto a flashing yellow button.
Simultaneously, Adriese Whispering along with her owl, Rhé Lo'Thendiel, and Victoria Synethor all were confronted with a flashing yellow light before them. With a flash, followed by the smell of oil and smoke, each of the elves, the Kal'dorei, Quel'dorei, and Sin'dorei disappeared from their jobs. The last thing each of them heard was the yell of surprise from the ones that they were accompanied by
