p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Normalcy felt weird. On Thalyssra's orders she'd taken the evening off, stealing Oculeth away for another relaxing evening near his workshop. They'd walked through the wilds a bit, gotten a bit of mana harvesting done (There was always -something- to do, even if she'd been ordered to rest) and had turned in for the night. Time spent with Oculeth helped her clear her head, but also put more worries there. What would happen when her work here was done? What would happen to him, and the rebellion, if she fell in battle? What would she do if something happened to him?/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Emotions ALSO felt weird. Battle hardened Fenra only had room for necessary emotions. She'd focused on her druidic path, ignoring any attempts to waver. Now she felt like a lost kit in the middle of a large fel forest. Demons surrounded her on every side and no matter how many she snarled at or took down, another one took it's place. Being in love made her feel vulnera- She stopped that thought immediately. Was she in love? Love took time and cultivation. She didn't know Oculeth long enough for love, let alone spend enough time with him to decide for herself. Feeling more troubled than ever, Fenra followed Oculeth back to Shal'Aran, ignoring the warm haze that touched her mind every time he grasped her hand./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Under normal circumstances one would go home with their beloved and sleep. Oculeth always slept on one side of his sleeping roll, just in case Fenra wished to join him, but the feline respectfully declined as she did whenever she was here. It made her feel uncomfortable to sleep in her normal, elven form. Instead, she preferred to keep watch as a feline, tail curled neatly around her paws as she sat like a stoic gargoyle. Her keen eyes would catch movement, and she'd be the first to try and defend if something were to happen. This was just how it was supposed to be. How it had always been, even. Withered ran around occasionally the occasional fox would skulk around, but nothing dangerous ever made it's way near Shal'Aran. At times like this, she wished the arcan'dor had the same calming effect on her as it did with withered. Maybe then she wouldn't be so uptight. When Fenra was sure there was no immediate danger she tucked her paws under her and let her head rest on a rock before drifting slowly to sleep./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"True to nature, Fenra was awake before the Sun had risen. Her fur was ruffled since last night had been particularly cold. Yet another reason she wished she could relax and sleep inside the ruins without worrying about those inside. Instead of doting, she turned and took the portal that would bring her underground into the sanctuary and began to gather the necessary supplies for her run to the Arcway. Khadgar had set up 4 other champions to meet her there, so they would be arriving soon. There was no need for urgency, however. The portal to the Sanctum would take her right there, after all./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Oculeth stirred, and Fenra stopped mid pawstep to turn and look at him. She could see his purple eyes gleaming in the dark light as they attempted to focus on a shape in the darkness, so Fenra turned and padded over to nuzzle his sleepy face. Recognition flashed across his features and he reached up to scratch her behind her ear (he'd found her weakness) before kissing her nose softly. Fenra chuffed and nuzzled his cheek carefully once more before turning to leave into the portal. Oculeth settled himself once again and was back to sleep just as quickly as Fenra teleported away./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The stench of blood hit her nostrils as soon as Fenra had fully teleported into the Sanctum causing her to recoil the moment her pawpads touched the stone floor. Taking a few moments to collect herself, Fenra took deep breaths to get used to the scent and to calm her nerves. The fur along her spine stood up straight, as if she'd been shocked. She had been, just not electrically. -What... Where is the blood coming from?- The Sanctum had a pathway that led down to the Arcway, which was infested with demons. Guards regularly patrolled the bottom pathway, meaning stealth was necessary. Cloaking in with her surroundings, the feral druid crept forward, being cautious on top of invisible. Every bit of caution would help keep her alive, hopefully. It was probably just demons scuffling with eachother, or an unfortunate guard having crossed the wrong member of the Legion, but better safe than sorry./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The scent grew stronger as she followed the path, so Fenra bided her time. Used to listening to the wilds for the wild thumping of heartbeats of creatures and enemies alike, the druid knew there was nothing alive up ahead that wasn't a guard. This had become recon, whatever it was. Were the other champions here, or had they seen the cause and gotten away before detection? These were Khadgar's champions she was talking about. Surely the wizard wouldn't send someone inept for a job so important./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The scent was now overwhelming and as soon as Fenra turned the corner to reach the face of the Arcway, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her paws threatened to slip out from under her as she involuntarily cowered slightly./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Bodies were hung from the Arcway's entrance in various positions. One was upside down, blood still dripping from a wound Fenra couldn't see. Another seemed to be fel-nailed to the arch, one in the chest and the other through the legs. A third was off to the side, impaled by a spear through the neck, hanging symmetrical to the straight beams of the door. The last body was ripped in two, filling in the last few gaps of the arch./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Four bodies./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Upon closer inspection (albeit reluctantly) Fenra saw bits of armor through the red and black massacre that she was facing. Metal armor, robes, leather and mail. A weapon in the pooling blood below. Bits of fur here and there, considering a worgen had been ripped in half. A worgen, here? Realization hit Fenra like a rampaging bull./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"... These were Khadgar's other chosen champions for this mission. They had to be./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Fenra's stomach dropped and she felt her head spinning. Her paws were soaked with blood and the air was saturated with it. The smell was so strong that it threatened to drown her in it's potency. This had happened recently. If she'd dared, she could've touched the bodies and probably still felt some warmth. The blood soaking into her fur definitely still was. Head reeling, she turned and ran back towards the portal to Shal'aran. She stopped though. Her bloody footprints would give away the secret portal's location. Dammit./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Tucking herself into a small room, Fenra curled up for a moment before rubbing a small stone she kept on one of the pieces of her feral armor. It wasn't a normal hearthstone; that would've taken her home immediately. Instead it was purple, and almost blended in with her fur seamlessly. The teleportation spell would only take a few more seconds and she'd be in.../p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Dalaran. New Dalaran./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Emotions ALSO felt weird. Battle hardened Fenra only had room for necessary emotions. She'd focused on her druidic path, ignoring any attempts to waver. Now she felt like a lost kit in the middle of a large fel forest. Demons surrounded her on every side and no matter how many she snarled at or took down, another one took it's place. Being in love made her feel vulnera- She stopped that thought immediately. Was she in love? Love took time and cultivation. She didn't know Oculeth long enough for love, let alone spend enough time with him to decide for herself. Feeling more troubled than ever, Fenra followed Oculeth back to Shal'Aran, ignoring the warm haze that touched her mind every time he grasped her hand./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Under normal circumstances one would go home with their beloved and sleep. Oculeth always slept on one side of his sleeping roll, just in case Fenra wished to join him, but the feline respectfully declined as she did whenever she was here. It made her feel uncomfortable to sleep in her normal, elven form. Instead, she preferred to keep watch as a feline, tail curled neatly around her paws as she sat like a stoic gargoyle. Her keen eyes would catch movement, and she'd be the first to try and defend if something were to happen. This was just how it was supposed to be. How it had always been, even. Withered ran around occasionally the occasional fox would skulk around, but nothing dangerous ever made it's way near Shal'Aran. At times like this, she wished the arcan'dor had the same calming effect on her as it did with withered. Maybe then she wouldn't be so uptight. When Fenra was sure there was no immediate danger she tucked her paws under her and let her head rest on a rock before drifting slowly to sleep./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"True to nature, Fenra was awake before the Sun had risen. Her fur was ruffled since last night had been particularly cold. Yet another reason she wished she could relax and sleep inside the ruins without worrying about those inside. Instead of doting, she turned and took the portal that would bring her underground into the sanctuary and began to gather the necessary supplies for her run to the Arcway. Khadgar had set up 4 other champions to meet her there, so they would be arriving soon. There was no need for urgency, however. The portal to the Sanctum would take her right there, after all./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Oculeth stirred, and Fenra stopped mid pawstep to turn and look at him. She could see his purple eyes gleaming in the dark light as they attempted to focus on a shape in the darkness, so Fenra turned and padded over to nuzzle his sleepy face. Recognition flashed across his features and he reached up to scratch her behind her ear (he'd found her weakness) before kissing her nose softly. Fenra chuffed and nuzzled his cheek carefully once more before turning to leave into the portal. Oculeth settled himself once again and was back to sleep just as quickly as Fenra teleported away./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The stench of blood hit her nostrils as soon as Fenra had fully teleported into the Sanctum causing her to recoil the moment her pawpads touched the stone floor. Taking a few moments to collect herself, Fenra took deep breaths to get used to the scent and to calm her nerves. The fur along her spine stood up straight, as if she'd been shocked. She had been, just not electrically. -What... Where is the blood coming from?- The Sanctum had a pathway that led down to the Arcway, which was infested with demons. Guards regularly patrolled the bottom pathway, meaning stealth was necessary. Cloaking in with her surroundings, the feral druid crept forward, being cautious on top of invisible. Every bit of caution would help keep her alive, hopefully. It was probably just demons scuffling with eachother, or an unfortunate guard having crossed the wrong member of the Legion, but better safe than sorry./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The scent grew stronger as she followed the path, so Fenra bided her time. Used to listening to the wilds for the wild thumping of heartbeats of creatures and enemies alike, the druid knew there was nothing alive up ahead that wasn't a guard. This had become recon, whatever it was. Were the other champions here, or had they seen the cause and gotten away before detection? These were Khadgar's champions she was talking about. Surely the wizard wouldn't send someone inept for a job so important./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The scent was now overwhelming and as soon as Fenra turned the corner to reach the face of the Arcway, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her paws threatened to slip out from under her as she involuntarily cowered slightly./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Bodies were hung from the Arcway's entrance in various positions. One was upside down, blood still dripping from a wound Fenra couldn't see. Another seemed to be fel-nailed to the arch, one in the chest and the other through the legs. A third was off to the side, impaled by a spear through the neck, hanging symmetrical to the straight beams of the door. The last body was ripped in two, filling in the last few gaps of the arch./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Four bodies./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Upon closer inspection (albeit reluctantly) Fenra saw bits of armor through the red and black massacre that she was facing. Metal armor, robes, leather and mail. A weapon in the pooling blood below. Bits of fur here and there, considering a worgen had been ripped in half. A worgen, here? Realization hit Fenra like a rampaging bull./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"... These were Khadgar's other chosen champions for this mission. They had to be./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Fenra's stomach dropped and she felt her head spinning. Her paws were soaked with blood and the air was saturated with it. The smell was so strong that it threatened to drown her in it's potency. This had happened recently. If she'd dared, she could've touched the bodies and probably still felt some warmth. The blood soaking into her fur definitely still was. Head reeling, she turned and ran back towards the portal to Shal'aran. She stopped though. Her bloody footprints would give away the secret portal's location. Dammit./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Tucking herself into a small room, Fenra curled up for a moment before rubbing a small stone she kept on one of the pieces of her feral armor. It wasn't a normal hearthstone; that would've taken her home immediately. Instead it was purple, and almost blended in with her fur seamlessly. The teleportation spell would only take a few more seconds and she'd be in.../p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Dalaran. New Dalaran./p