A small fire crackled in a ring of stones, the troll poked at the blaze with a stick. Her mind kept drifting toward all they had encountered since their arrival in her homelands. She couldn't stop the deep unsettling fear that rolled through her, these lands were not supposed to be under attack. The heroes of the horde have left this place to secure it from outside troubles. It seems with the absence trouble found its way back into her beloved Kalimodor.
She needed more answers, while Glesig slept she slung on her travel pack before wandering toward the nearby town. Crossroads was chaos as everyone was busy with preparations of war, and tending to the wounded of the unforeseen attack by the other fraction. No one wanted to give her details beyond cursing the Alliance and spitting on the ground. Finally, she went into the inn and was able to grab the innkeepers attention long enough to buy some food she did not need. She gained nothing out of the conversation, she left to find dishearten and oddly near to tears. They were not safe in this region if the two fractions were warring so openly.
Tej'lie returned to their tiny camp, relieved that the priest still slept soundly tucked nearby a large tree. None of the Horde had bothered to look in the troll's tent, she dismounted glancing about for the dranaei's griffon. The large creature was on the hillside almost blending in with the pale rocks around it. She paced for a moment, her mind whirling about in crazy circles of what things they should do. All she wanted to do was return to the safety of Shattrah.
"War," she whispered to herself. It was a word was always batted around so easily. The horde was always fighting a fraction or a cult. There was no portion of any land that wasn't touched by this continual hatred. This time. She ran her fingers over her braids. This time it meant more to her, she had an overwhelming need to protect. To go to safety, not hide like a coward but to keep what was hers out of danger. She shook her head, she had been in worse jams than this. She couldn't figure out why the impulse was pressing so hard against her. Her hand went to the slight bump, she needed to protect. She pushed it from her mind, she had to think of Glesig's mission, he brought her along and she would not return to her comfortable home until the mission was done.
She took a few calming breaths and mentally went through the brief conversations she had in Crossroads. "Dat be all dey talk about. Da Alliance have made a move overwhelming the Horde…" She stopped when the skies went a bloody shade of red and stared at the oddity. The strong impulse returned, she had to get them to safety.
A deep vibration rolled from deep in the ground until it shook the mage off her feet, she held her abdomen protectively. The priest scrambled out of the tent, their eyes locked in total fear. Unlike the first one they had experienced this one did not stop, it grew stronger and more violent. Both were thrown into the air as the ground literally tore itself twine. Both griffon and wyvern took to the air frightened. Tej'lie wrapped a slow fall bubble around herself and desperately searched for the dranaei, she found him only to watch helplessly as his body slammed on the edge of the newly torn chasm. Her heart jumped into her throat when he didn't move. "Glesig, move. Show me dat ya be alive." The still Priest was rattled off the lip off the chasm, she screamed when he slipped from sight.
When she was at a safe distance, she let the bubble release and dropped the few feet to the ground. She peeled off the backpack and unrolled the carpet, a few quick words gave her full control of the limp rug. She stepped on and the material grew ridged and rose from the dirt. She mentally steered it into the heat of the chasm, she had to use her icing spells to keep the carpet from bursting into flames. She swept the steep wall for Glesig, her courage and will started to fade when she was unable to find the priest.
She was about to leave the heat when she saw a glimmer of movement, she turned that way. A strangled cry of relief to see Gelsig that quickly turned to terror when she realized the lingering danger he was still in. One movement from the ground would send him to his death. She maneuvered the enchanted rug alongside the edge and slowly eased him onto the thick material, she tucked him close and moved them away from the chasm.
Easing the magical rug to the ground, she pressed a finger on his neck feeling his heartbeat strong against her finger. A cry of relief and despair wrapped in on gargled sound escaped her. A deep roar from above followed by a rained fire catching the grasslands on fire instantly. Tej'lie was cast a cone of cold and as many ice spells as possible in effort to keep the intense heat at bay, she rolled Gelsig off the rug and used it to beat the flames that threaten to consumed the priest.
The whole region was choked with smoke and flames, she kept fighting beyond her endurance. Finally, the grasses around them was consumed or so heavily drenched there was no way they could be ignited. The troll staggered to the priest and collapsed near him.