Chapter 6: Blood Capture
"So you just left?" Lily asked Nia as she sat beside her friend on a wagon that belonged to her employer. The delivery girl was allowed to use this wagon to make trips to Silvermoon.
"I had to. I told him that if he lied I would go." Cin'donia replied as Ranilok's house got further and further away.
For the entire walk from the house to where the wagon was kept, Cin'donia had been silent. Lily thought it best not to prod her friend as Nia had somehow not felt anger before.
"But how did he lie?" Lily asked as she kept a watch on the slightly wild zhevra that pulled the wagon; the blood elves had imported them from the barrens of Kalimdor as real horses were hard to find with the undead plague in Lordaeron.
"He knew about M'uru and he didn't tell me." Cin'donia frowned at the memories of what had happened only a few hours before.
"So what's so important about that?" Lily began to look closer at her friend. Seeing Nia in the sunlight for the first time since they had met only made her look prettier, but Lily was looking for why her friend was so naive, perhaps she had been hit over the head or something.
"M'uru doesn't deserve a fate like that. He couldn't possibly have done anything! It must be the greed that Ranilok told me blood elves have. They must be keeping him for greed's sake somehow." Cin'donia ignored the fact that she was mentioning the race that she appeared to be a member of as if it was not hers and tried to get her point across.
Very surprised at the remarks, Lily whispered so other travelers wouldn't hear them. "You know M'uru?"
"Yes, I know him. He's kind and giving, just as every member of his race is." Cin'donia chose her words carefully this time as to not identify herself as a naaru.
"So what are these gems you're wearing? In all of the months I've known you I never asked about them. Are they religious?" Lily noticed how the gems shined in the sun and figured that maybe they were responsible for the memory loss, having magic so close to one's head.
"No, they're just there." Cin'donia dismissed the distraction and tried to get back on topic. "Ranilok greedily wanted to keep me with him by not telling me about M'uru. He said he wanted to get rid of his greed, but I don't know what to think now that he did this."
"But did you ever ask him?" Lily prodded.
Looking down sheepishly, Nia answered. "No… but…"
"No? You left him over a lie he didn't even really commit?" The delivery girl scolded her friend.
"But Lily…" Cin'donia didn't want to explain her nature to Lily, knowing that it would scare her or drive her away. In that moment, the naaru-elf began to understand why Ranilok did what he had done. "Nevermind. We're all so fickle." Nia frowned.
Continuing to explain, Lily adopted the motherly tone that she sometimes took with Nia. "If you never ask someone to tell you something, especially if it's unpleasant, you can't fault them for not wanting to say it. It's natural to not want to hurt someone or rile them up. Usually it means that you care for them."
Cin'donia was very displeased with herself now. She had let an emotion that she was not in control of cause her to spurn Ranilok while he was recovering. "I regret acting so harshly now… but I've still know way of knowing if it was greed or care. It doesn't change what I have to do. How long will the trip take?"
"What are you going to do up there anyway?" Lily feared the worst based on how her friend despised the imprisonment of M'uru.
Unsure of how severe she would need to be, Nia tried to pacify her friend with a response. "I don't know. It depends on what they are actually doing in the city."
"Just keep yourself safe, please. Promise me you'll stay safe." Lily took a hold of one of Cin'donia's hands, squeezing it to get her point across.
"That's a promise I can't make. Things will go as they will." Nia looked away as the wagon rolled on towards the front gates of Silvermoon.
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"Bring forth the core." The great behemoth Anub'Jegavith called from his center seat in the great feasting hall of Nerub'Itjahz.
"I am at your service, my lord." The elf responded as he was told to.
Ranilok was shown forward to a small platform before the behemoth and instructed to kneel. The place that they were in was one of the grandest halls of the colony. Aside from its immense size, the walls were intricately decorated with glowing veins of Itjahzi crystal and the ceiling hung with stalactites made of the same. The hanging lights of sorts were also shaped into intricate globes and designs instead of being simple conical shapes. Many rows of feasting tables lined the hall while the place that Anub'Jegavith sat at was the center of a table that lined three sides of a carved stone floor. Each feasting table was not a table by human or elven standards, but it served the same purpose. The tables were raised rows of stone that were smooth on top and had the food stacked high for the spiders to devour. The open side of the main table was where the door that Ranilok had entered from was.
The booming voice of the spider lord silenced the chattering in the cavern as he peered around the large pile of food before him and down at the elf. "Elf. You have stolen from us, defied a caste master, committed countless acts of greed, and cowardly denied such acts in pursuit of escape." The behemoth paused. "However, you have also brought us to the gates of the upper kingdom with your abilities and when you could have quit and left us to death you took control of a construct and defeated a traitorous crypt lord. In addition to this, you have repented from your crimes and sworn yourself to our service in pursuit of redemption."
"Thank you." Ranilok looked up at his lord and spoke quietly.
"Do not 'thank' us. No gift has been granted to you and no service done. Your treatment reflects your merit. Before, you denied your wrongdoings and were forced to repay us; you received nothing. You have chosen to stand for Nerub, so by Nerub you will share the feast for this victory." Anub'Jegavith swung a claw to the side pointed to a slightly raised platform that had been placed at the table for Ranilok.
As the elf walked around the raised row of stone to his seat, he thought about the spider kingdom. Despite being very darkness oriented and ruthless, this kingdom was the most ordered and logical of any kingdom. Passions and emotions that the spiders labeled as 'humanoid' were nonexistent. He would never be forgiven by the spiders, but for them forgiveness did not exist. Forgiveness implied a form of caring that the spiders seemed incapable of. Only actions spoke, not intentions or emotions, for the nerubians.
"You have impressed Anub'Jegavith, Ranilok." Neru'Rekan was seated next to the elf. "The kingdom will respect you now. They may dislike you, but they will respect you." The warlock lifted a large piece of seal meat from the table and consumed it.
The feast before them was composed of many exotic foods that Ranilok had a hard time identifying. Some of the simpler rations were familiar to the elf from his earlier stays in the colony, he ate from those first, not wanting to upset any of the other guests by putting food in his mouth that he could not stomach.
"I did hardly anything, master." Ranilok mused as he looked for something that was fully cooked and dead on the table.
"It's not how much you did that's important. What is important is the fact that you did it. You cast aside your pride and pledged your service to us. I told you, many times, that they all hated you for your cowardice and for being dominated. You won the battle yourself and defended the children of Nerub. The hatred does not remain when the causes for it are removed." Neru'Rekan spoke logically.
"In Quel'thalas, I wish such honest gestures were appreciated. That's how I found my way to doing what I did. Nearly all blood elves are filled with greed for power. It wasn't that way when we were high elves." Ranilok thought of when a high elf could be away from the sunwell for ages as he was in Northrend and show no ill effects of magic withdrawal through the use of meditation.
"Your society is destroying itself then? If it is the way that you describe it, it must be." Neru'Rekan lifted an ornate horn-shaped goblet full of a strange smelling liquid and drank it dry.
Pausing for a moment at the thinly veiled truth being stated so obviously, Ranilok looked to the spider with resolution. "Yes, it is destroying itself. I can no longer be a part of it. I will have to find a new place to live when I return from here."
"You are becoming less of a fool, elf. Ask Nerub to keep it that way." Neru'Rekan put the goblet down on the table and watched the floor as the rest of the crowd finished eating.
A side door on the same wall as the main door opened and several different looking nerubians entered the room. The procession came to the center of the floor and formed a circle. Once the circle was formed, the spiders began an intricate dance that seemed to have significance to the entire hall. The flurry of legs was nearly hypnotizing to Ranilok as he had never seen such movements before. The dancers were young female nerubians. Each of them had the potential to become a queen and viewing the losses the spider kingdom had incurred to the scourge, each of them was almost definitely bound for that future. As the dance continued, six initiates of each caste entered the floor from the side door and took positions around the dancers. The initiates joined in with motions of their arms only, shaping glyphs in the air as a final spider came to the center of the floor.
A pedestal of crystal formed underneath the spider in the center and lifted him above the others. This spider was dressed very ornately; Ranilok could only assume that he was a caste leader or a scholar. Issuing loud and dark sounding chants in nerubian, the spider began to tell some sort of tale to the rest of the crowd. Ranilok didn't know the language, but he could tell that the spider held the attention of every being in the room, even Anub'Jegavith.
After the dance ended, Ranilok walked from the hall alongside Neru'Rekan and spoke with his master once more. "What were they saying?" the elf asked.
"They were retelling the history of our race from its birth as the great insect empire of Azj'Aqir. They spoke of our ascent into order, the banishment of the forgotten ones to deep beneath Azjol-Nerub, and the embrace of Nerub as our progenitor."
"So then you weren't always as ordered as this, master?" Ranilok looked around at the halls of Nerub'Itjahz, which were always hewn and carved in the stone rather than left as plain caves.
"No, we learned as you have that greed and pride were downfalls. Our greed was greed for dominance and greed for land. The order of Nerub showed us that only law could preserve our race." Neru'Rekan spoke Nerub's name with reverence every time that he said it.
"It makes my task seem more real knowing that your race accomplished it." Ranilok began to look through his bags for a rune of teleportation.
Not taking the task lightly, Neru'Rekan reminded Ranilok of the timing. "Yes, but it took our empire hundreds of years to establish order. You do not have such time."
"But I am only one being. I can hope that it will happen much quicker." Ranilok defended his belief to his master.
"Hope is a dream, only action provides results. I will return you now; you have little time until the final incursion into the colony that we wish to retake. I suggest that you rejuvenate yourself during this time." Neru'Rekan began to prepare the spell to send Ranilok back to his home.
"I have things I must take care of. I'll go back myself this time." Ranilok found a rune and prepared to go to Silvermoon.
"This is about that Naaru that you gave a body isn't it? You're unwise to divert your attention to her at a time like this." The warlock warned.
"You value order and logic, but I value her. I must attend to things that I value. Please excuse me, my master." The elf disappeared as the spell whisked him away to Quel'thalas.
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"Don't come any further" Cin'donia looked to Lily as the pair approached Farstriders Square.
"Nia." Lily had come to use the same nickname that Ranilok did. "You're going to try and free him aren't you?"
"He shouldn't be here. Can't you feel it? The taint of demons, greed, and perversion surrounds us. What kind of people do you live among?" Nia looked around harshly at the different elves trading tainted substances and at the crystals that floated everywhere.
"I never lived among them. I have business deals here but my life hasn't changed since before the Sunwell was destroyed." Lily tried to defend herself.
"There is so much hate and evil in this city, I can see the hearts here and I can see how Ranilok was led astray by them." Cin'donia was still unsure about her creator.
Lily was becoming annoyed by the arguing and had just about had it with the contrast of strange abilities and lack of knowledge that her friend displayed. "How can you sense that? They look just like other elves to me and you're judging them all as bad!"
"I just can. I'll tell you some other time." Nia tried to wiggle out of explaining.
"It's those gems isn't it? You're not like me or any of the elves here, are you?" The common delivery girl caught her friend's arm and touched the crystal, feeling that it connected seamlessly with the skin.
"No… I'm not." Nia turned to leave.
"Well then tell me what you are. You're my friend and I won't leave over it! I want to help!" Lily almost begged Cin'donia.
Breaking free and running off into the square, Cin'donia called back. "I can't let you."
Meanwhile, Ranilok appeared in a flash of arcane power in one of the side rooms of the Sunspire. The elf quickly ran out of the room and towards the exit as some of the elves looked out of room at him in surprise. He knew that Cin'donia would have come here after M'uru and he hoped to make it out of the city to catch her before she reached the entrance.
"You there! What are you doing running around in here?" A magister called out as Ranilok turned to corner towards the exit of the spire.
"Leaving." Ranilok answered without turning as he continued out the main hallway.
The elf that questioned Ranilok blinked ahead of him and cast slow. "You! You're Ranilok aren't you? Why are your eyes blue? Have some fel, it will make you feel better." The elf held up an evil looking green vial that he had been drinking from.
"I don't have time to deal with you!" Ranilok yelled at him as the slowing spell wore off and he tried to push past the magister.
"Careful!" The magister warned. "I know that you were sent from the city. How about you turn over those crystals of yours and maybe I'll lift the expulsion."
"Greedy beast." Ranilok easily recognized the trait he had become disdainful of. "I wouldn't give you a crystal even if I still had them." The mage snapped his fingers and turned the magister into a pig, hoping that his action would not rile up the guards.
Ranilok exited the spire quickly, looking around the square for the easiest way that he could get to the front of the city. As the elf's eyes passed over the benches by the grand fountain in the area, he saw a familiar face; the girl who delivered the food.
Running up and taking her hand, Ranilok questioned her. "Lily! Someone must have been buying the food from you all those weeks. Have you seen her?"
Startled by her employer running up so quickly, Lily jumped slightly then stood up. "Oh… Ranilok. I've seen her… Sir."
"Drop the formalities. My name is Ranilok and yours is Lily. Where did Cin'donia go?" Ranilok spoke so quickly that he could barely be understood.
Looking to where Cin'donia was, Lily sighed. The girl was sad that her friend didn't want to accept help, but now that Ranilok as here and was being 'informal' she saw a way in. "I don't want to tell you… unless you let me help."
"Fine, fine, just tell me! We may be short on time." Ranilok pleaded.
"Don't just write me off in a rush! I want to know what she is too. She isn't like us is she?" Lily still withheld the information.
"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you." Ranilok tried to cast aside the topic in pursuit of the information that he sought.
Speaking slowly, trying to calm Ranilok down, Lily rebutted. "Nia is my friend too. I've gotten to know her since this all started, but she never explains anything. I want to know why she is so smart and empathetic but doesn't know how to live in decency."
Ranilok sat down and tried to compose himself as Lily sat on the bench beside him. "I may not have a lot of time. I'll try to make this short." The elf took a breath to explain. "She's a naaru living in a body that I made from those magic crystals that the magi kicked me out of the city for withholding."
"…" Lily stared at Ranilok. "You're just saying something outlandish to make me be quiet."
"I know it sounds weird, but it's the truth as simple as I can make it. Doesn't it make sense now that she came here over M'uru? M'uru is also a naaru. Now, where is she?" Ranilok asked again.
Still unsure if Ranilok was telling the truth, Lily paused for a moment and then decided that the explanation would have to do for the moment. "Farstrider's square. I think she's gone to try and free him." Lily looked worried over her friend, knowing that Cin'donia would definitely be in danger.
"Then we have to go quickly, take this." Ranilok handed Lily a small pink orb. "This is an arcane beacon; I can open a portal on it. You need to stay hidden. Whatever happens, try and keep track of Cin'donia and keep yourself safe. If I can't succeed in getting her to come away from this suicide, I'll need to be able to get back to both of you somehow. Good luck." The mage ran off into the square to look for Cin'donia.
"Thank you. I'll do my best." Lily smiled as Ranilok continued to head into the square.
The building that M'uru was kept in had multiple floors. M'uru was kept in the bottom floor that only could be accessed from a side entrance or from jumping through a hole in the main floor and causing oneself grievous injury. Cin'donia had easily felt the presence of M'uru, but she had still gone in on the main floor to look for him first. The naaru-elf looked over the railing and down at her beleaguered kin. M'uru wasn't even behind any sort of bars or chains; he only had magi draining him. It was like the elves wanted him displayed as an exhibit of their greed and misuse of the light. Nia nearly began to cry when she looked over the railing, seeing the paladins below greedily take the powers of light from the captive.
"What have they done to you? This is almost worse than what happened to be at the hands of Sargeras." Cin'donia tried to think a message to the naaru, the form of communication that she had used before she was captured. The woman knew that M'uru would be able to pick up the message even if she didn't have the power to fully project it any longer.
"I know your thoughts… I know the melody of your heart." M'uru contacted Cin'donia through telepathy. "Cin'donia. You're here. I've not seen you in what seems like an age. We presumed you dead and mourned your loss. What has happened to you? You are wearing the same form as my captors."
"It isn't the same, M'uru, it only appears the same. This is all I have left and the only way that I've escaped my own imprisonment. How did you get captured?" Cin'donia held onto the rail and continued to converse with M'uru.
"I was guarding the Tempest Keep when we lost it to the blood elves and I was captured. What of you, sister naaru?" M'uru continued to focus his sight on Cin'donia's soul. He no longer saw the elf, only saw the naaru that had been.
"You know that I was sent to defeat the evil one…" Nia looked down in shame. "I lost. I have to get you out of here."
"I've tried many times. The entire city will turn to stop us! We need more of our kin." M'uru lamented. "You must find A'dal and gain his aid!"
"You could be dead by then. If you die here then the amount of voidwalkers created from all of these greedy and damned souls would be basis for an invasion by the legion. I'm getting you out of here! Is there a way down to that chamber?" Cin'donia demanded, set on freeing her kin.
"It's outside. The 'paladins' stand guard in case I try to escape. I can't believe that they have the audacity to call themselves that. I don't want to see you hurt again, no matter the form you wear. Please think more on this." M'uru pleaded, knowing the force that they stood against in escaping.
Wordlessly, Cin'donia walked outside and began to make for the entrance to the basement chamber that M'uru was being kept in. As the woman tried to blend in with the other elves on the path, she ran directly into Ranilok.
"Nia!" He exclaimed and then got quiet so no one else would hear. "You're trying to free him aren't you? This is madness! Please, don't do this!"
Even though the girl could not see greed in Ranilok's heart as the motivation for what he said, she still cast him aside and accused him. "You've never really cared about anyone except your self have you?"
"I don't just care about myself! I care about you!" Ranilok looked upset. "I didn't tell you because I knew you'd get yourself hurt or killed trying to do this. It's not greed; it's love."
"Do you think you know the meaning of love? You didn't last time." The woman still tried to deny what she had realized and what Ranilok professed.
Pulling her close suddenly, Ranilok kissed Cin'donia on the lips, trying to get his point across. Cin'donia felt a mix of sensations that she had never encountered before and wasn't prepared for. Going slightly limp in his arms, she looked up at him and waited for him to say something about what he had just done.
"It's called a kiss; it's how I say that you mean so much to me. You've helped me more than anyone ever has! You were always there when I was drifting between this world and the realm of the spiders. It was my want to return to you and prove that I wasn't all about greed that pushed me to take control of my life and try to set it right." Ranilok looked down into Cin'donia's rich blue eyes and spoke comfortingly to her.
"I… I believe you, Ranilok." The woman rested her head on Ranilok's shoulder and whispered into his ear. "I need you to trust me right now. Whatever happens, whether we live or die, this is something that must be done. Someone has to stand up to all of the greed and evil in this city. We have to at least be able to say that we tried and didn't walk away as evil and oppression stood firm."
Lifting her back up and looking into her eyes again, Ranilok committed himself. "Alright then, I will help you." Ranilok kissed Cin'donia's forehead and let go of her. "I'll take the guards up here once you get him out of the basement. We'll make for the west side of the city and the dead scar. If we can get as far north as the Sunwell plateau, we might find sanctuary."
"Thank you, Ranilok." Nia calmed herself down and walked into the basement of the building as Ranilok slowly moved his way into the bushes to mask his initial attacks.
As Cin'donia walked down the stairs, she thought seriously about what she was planning. This would be the first time since she had returned that she would have to call upon the light to do anything aside from healing. Using the light as a weapon was a thin line to walk between justice and abuse. Nia knew that the light was with her and that her cause was just, but she could only hope that the light could outside the darkness and corruption that ran through the city.
Outside, Ranilok was having similar doubts. The magister that he had turned into a pig deserved such treatment obviously, but Ranilok couldn't tell the corrupt elves and the good elves apart as easily as Cin'donia could. The blood knights were all guilty for their capture of M'uru and their abuse of the light, but were the people in the square something to avoid or harm? The lawful nature of the nerubians had rubbed off on the elf and he couldn't see his way to harming someone who did not deserve it. Additionally, the number of guards at the door was too great for him to attack and hold. The elf sat in the bushes and tried to think of a way to aid in the escape without causing harm to those who were uninvolved.
Cin'donia also thought about Ranilok as she processed down into the chamber. She could tell that she meant a lot to him, and the 'kiss' that he gave her made her feel for him in a way that she didn't know how to react to. Whatever the nerubians had done to him, they'd done it well and quickly. It was Cin'donia's true hope that her friend could have the strength to stand up to the atrocity of M'uru's capture alongside her.
The leader of the blood knights, Lady Liadrin, was away at the Sunspire that day. With their leader gone, there was no one who could easily resist Cin'donia present in the basement. Cin'doia walked into the room and towards the small depression in the floor where M'uru was held steady by the blood elves' spells.
Approaching her as she got so close to M'uru, one of the paladins questioned her actions. "Are you here to join our order, miss?"
The crystals on Cin'donia's skin lit up as she turned to the blood knight. "I'm here to end it."
The paladin didn't notice the magic that Cin'donia was beginning; he was too busy laughing at the concept of some insignificant elf that was not even magical enough to have glowing eyes. Light filled the room in a blinding flash as time seemed to stop for all of the elves within. The spells holding M'uru immediately ceased as Cin'donia rushed to him.
"Quickly, we don't have a lot of time." Nia ran to M'uru and took hold of part of his body to lead him.
"I cannot move very quickly, Cin'donia. My energies are constantly drained by these thieving elves." M'uru produced several discordant tones as he strained to leave the building.
"Do what you can. We're not alone." Cin'donia said, thankful that Ranilok was waiting outside for her.
"Ok… four of them. I can't polymorph four of them." Ranilok looked at the guards and then was drawn away by a gaudy looking female blood elf that was walking nearby in the square. "That's what I need, this shouldn't actually hurt her." The elf quickly turned the female that he had sighted into a sheep and watched as the four blood knights ran to her aid in pursuit of the woman's charms for her curing.
"Quickly, this way!" Nia ran out of the door with M'uru; he was beginning to move quicker as the effects of the draining waned.
"He's escaping! Quickly! Call the magisters!" The paladin that had spoken to Cin'donia ran out of the building as the time-lapse faded.
Keeping the light flowing from the gems on her body, Cin'donia continuously cast time lapses on the crowd outside. Anyone who resisted the time lapse and gave chase became subject to Ranilok's dragonbreath spell and his limited number of ice spells. The goal of the trio wasn't to kill, only to evade and escape. Wishing he had the infernal shell with him, Ranilok tried to keep up in between the times that he was suppressing the pursuers.
The trio exited Farstriders Square and headed towards the western side of the city, the escape seemed so simple and full of hope until this point. Unfortunately, the word of their deed had already reached the Sunspire. A stiff wall of resistance stood before them in the form of twenty guards and Lady Liadrin herself.
"You'll never give up will you? That is why the light is so alluring to use in combat. If you know how to harness it, it never runs out." The lady of the blood knights looked towards M'uru and addressed the creature.
"And you'll never fully dominate the light. You may think that you are able to bestow powers upon others, but only the true followers of the light will achieve its best abilities." M'uru's somewhat musical voice could be heard throughout the square.
"Just go. We don't have time to argue!" Cin'donia charged into the crowd, trying to stun them as she had the others. Unfortunately, the tall shields held by the elves and Lady Liadrin's stolen powers kept them from being affected. The guards quickly caught and held her still as a rogue sapped Ranilok in place and the guards took hold of him too.
M'uru vaulted himself over the crowd, but the only place he could go beyond them was straight into the awaiting spellcasts of ten restrainers and spellbreakers. Ranilok quickly woke from the sap as both he and Cin'donia struggled to get free of the guards. The pair cast more spells and injured a good number of the guards, but more kept coming until a small army had almost assembled on their position.
"You're foolish to try and free him." Lady Liadrin approached Cin'donia and grinned at her. "You'll be put so far away in our jails that no one will even know your name."
Catching some of her guards with a flash of light, Nia broke an arm free and slapped Liadrin squarely across the face. "You evil woman."
Shaking her head for a moment and scoffing at the woman's audacity, Lady Liadrin punched Cin'donia squarely in the stomach so hard that the naaru-elf doubled up in pain. "You have interesting powers for an elf. Tempest keep will be the place for you." The blood knight mistress laughed as she turned to Ranilok. "And for you… you'll be the one to rot alone in the dungeons for this act."
"No! Nia!" Ranilok kept struggling. "I'll not lose you as I lost my… old… friends."
"It's ok, Ranilok. We lost… but we stood for what we knew was right." Nia still tried to struggle as the guards walked off with her and the channelers led M'uru back to the basement in Farstrider's Square.
Slowly as Ranilok reached out for Nia, he began to fade again. Smiling defiantly at Lady Liadrin, Ranilok was glad for once that he was being taken. "You will not keep her for long! Cin'donia! Keep yourself safe! I love you!" the reformed blood elf yelled to his creation.
In that moment, Cin'donia saw Ranilok doing the right thing to the point of his own capture and possible death. Nia admired what he had done, more than she knew how to express. Only a single phrase came to the naaru-elf as she tried to think of how to share her feelings.
"I love you too!" Cin'donia finally yelled back to her creator, feeling for him more than ever before because of his actions that day.
"Stop him! What is he casting?" Lady Liadrin knew that if Ranilok got away he could stir up trouble in the city.
"He's not casting anything!" One of the guards said as Ranilok disappeared. "Something else pulled him out.
"Search the area and take this one to Firewing point for transportation to Tempest Keep. Let all of our brethren who stand with us know of the faces of these perpetrators."
"Yes, Maam." The guards snapped to as the mission to free the Naaru of Silvermoon failed and both Ranilok and Cin'donia were dragged off to uncertain fates.