This is a story about Draenai Shaman named Venaeryss;
She stood at six feet four inches, which was about a normal height for Draenai females and she was considered to be the most beautiful among her people. Her hair was black as night, her skin was the color of cobalt blue, her eyes were snow white and her smile would even seduce a succubus.
Venaeryss was in StormWind Keep's Trade district at the Auction House, listening to the shouts of buying or selling until she felt someone tap on her left shoulder.
She turned and saw her old friend Drustan SilverWind who was a night-elf warrior and stood just a little taller than she did; He nodded his head towards the door and started to walk with Venaeryss close behind him.
Venaeryss wrapped up in her cloak and said;
"Hello Dru, are you following me?
Drustan laughed and replied;"I'd be lying if I said no, actually I was sent back to gather some more recruits for the war against the Scourge in NorthRend and I just happened to be in town."
Venaeryss smiled and replied;
"It's good to see you again old friend, let's go over to the Inn. it's cold out here."
Drustan extended his right arm and said;
"Cold? No! This weather is warm compared to being in NorthRend. Come, first rounds on me."
Venaeryss and Drustan walked across the cobblestone street to the Inn and made their way to the bar.
As they walked, a cloaked figure stood up from the table and bumped into Venaeryss saying;
"Forgive me madame,"
Venaeryss just nodded and replied;
"No harm done friend,"
A few hours had past since Venaeryss and Drustan had arrived at the Inn, Drustan finished his ale and put a few gold pieces on the table, Venaeryss went to follow suit and pay but as she reached for her satchel of gold, it was gone.
Venaeryss stood up and said;
"My satchel is gone, I had it on me earlier."
Drustan just shrugged and replied;
"Don't worry about it, I got it"
"That's not the point Dru, wait...That person in the cloak must of have taken it!"
Said Venaeryss as she put on her cloak and fastened it, She walked around the table and kissed Drustan on the cheek and said;
"I shouldn't be gone too long."
"Let me come with you, we can cover twice the ground."
Drustan replied. Venaeryss smiled and said;
"I'm faster on my own, but thank you Dru."
She shifted into her Ghostwolf form and was on the trail of the pick-pocket.
Venaeryss gave a howl and took off running through StormWind and eventually came to the outskirts of GoldShire Village and started sniffing around again.
The trail led her down by the river between DuskWood and Elwynn forest, She shifted back into her normal self and looked around, thinking that the trail had gone cold but little did she know that the hooded robber was watching her from high in the trees and was patiently waiting for her to come into range like a panther stalking its prey and sprang the trap.
The hooded figure leaped down from their perch, bringing Venaeryss down with them as they landed to the ground, Venaeryss stood up quickly and got a few lightning bolts off and released her totems but was surprised at how quickly her attacker dodged every blow and ripped her totems from the ground like a hurricane.
The hooded figure dodged another lightning bolt just in time, singeing the few loose threads as it flew by, Venaeryss swung with her left hand only to caught by the wrist and pulled to the ground again, the hooded figure kept her left hand pinned with surprising force while her right hand was pinned under the hooded figure's boot and the other leg buried in her chest.
The hooded figure quickly pulled out a kriss-knife and pinned it against Venaeryss's throat.
Venaeryss ceased to free herself from her attacker and said;
"First you steal my satchel, then my life? Just get it over with, I do not fear death."
The hooded figure replied;
"I do not want your life shaman, nor your gold for that matter. I need you alive,"
The hooded figure put their knife away and snapped their fingers as a small pop echoed for a fraction of a second and let the shaman get up,
"What do you want then? if not my gold or my life?"
Venaeryss replied as she started to rub her wrists to ease the pain from being pinned down,
The hooded figure removed her hood to reveal an undead woman.
"You are forsaken, I should kill you where you stand thief!"
Said Venaeryss with such a rage in her voice that she could cause a storm in the heavens if she so wished it, she went to attack but nothing happened.
"I always thought you draenai were blind as a bat on a sunny day."
The undead woman replied with a smirk and continued;
"Don't worry about your powers, i temporarily silenced you and they will return after I am long gone."
Venaeryss glared at the undead's insult and replied with some heat in her tone;
"Who are you? you bag of bones."
The undead woman threw her right arm forward with an open palm, just a few inches short of Venaeryss's face, making her cringe with pain and fall to her knees.
"Do not test my patience draenai! My name is Afreya, I am a shadow-priest."
Afreya snapped her fingers to end her victims suffering and spoke again;
"I have something that belongs to you,"
Afreya made a purple haze appear in her right hand and said;
"look within the haze"
Venaeryss carefully inched closer to get a better look and kept an eye on this so called "Afreya"
She looked closely and put her hands to her lips as she gasped to the sight of another draenai, shackled to the wall and beaten like an animal,
It was her brother, Therikk.
Afreya spoke again;
"You dare not refuse me Draenai!"
Venaeryss looked up to Afreya and replied as a tear escaped her eyes;
"What do you want from me?"
Afreya made the haze in her hands disappear, keeping her eyes locked with the draenai who was still on her knees and said;
"there's a piece of parchment in your satchel."
Afreya reached behind her and pulled out a dark blue leather satchel that was obviously bulging from its contents and dropped it in Venaeryss's lap and spoke once more;
"Do not fail me Shaman! your brother's life depends on it!"
Afreya raised her hood and was gone within a puff of black smoke.
Venaeryss began to weep as the skies went from dusk to dark, Thunder and Lightning began to dance in the heavens at her grief.