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Guest 1:

As a test it's likely, however for "Party diplomacy" that all depends on which nobles you meet, if you don't know or control the Guest List it takes a huge force of personality and a powerful intellect, and a degree of power or resources to be able to turn the situation to your benefit, that's why President Bill Clinton actually blackmailed a British Spy to hack the Guest Lists for every major party he attended for a entire year, so he could prepare and come off as that intelligent and powerful. The next approach is to be the soci butterfly and make everyone at the party absolutely adore you, which isn't easy for a inhuman freak.

Guest 2: Well that varries, typically it's actually the total weight of the gold that matters and not the type of coinage, as non-backed currency has only theoretical value and no tangible measuable value.

Guest 3: Could be Volkmar or whoever the highest priest of Ulric is in Altdorf, she kinda pissed them off as well. But well when you even indirectly call a God whose largely anti-chaos a chaos god...thems followers tend not be happy with you.

Guest 4: Now you have me wishing Tarriff had finished his meme, "national geographic" series on the Empire. Would habe loved to see the Reikland episode. Also poor Günther.

Guest 5: If the toad Croaks your croak. But remember Avenah was selected for being a priest of the Light and no real qualifications otherwise...something of a sad trend in Azeroth, they keep sending war heroes wearing the skins of their enemies rather diplomats to talk to people those heroes were slaughtering last week.

Guest 6: Ummmm...OK?

Guest 7: Standing Here/ I realize/ you are just like me/ Trying to make History

But whose to judge / The right from wrong / When our guard is down/ I think we'll both agree

that

Violence breeds violence/ But in the end it has to be this way

I carved my own path/you followed your wrath/but maybe we're both the same

The world has turned/ And so many have burned/ But nobody is to blame

Yet staring across this barren wasted land/ I feel a new life will be born / Beneath the blood stained sand / Beneath the blood stained sand

Guest 8: Yeah but you also have to consider WHO is making the statement, Joseph Stalin isn't the best guy to take a lecture on equality from since he was the living embodiment of the darker meaning of the "Dictatorship of the Proletariat" Marx blubbered out in his half backed paper. Blizzard very much are the early The Next Generation Star Trek Fan Boys, where everyone is cooperating to their own detriment even and the "hyper violent" civilization being scared to engage in warfare. Compared to TNG Star Trek Azeroth is absolutely Grimdark, I mean Thrall or Jaina might even call Piccard out for being a hypocrite who preaches down at people while refusing to leave his ship unless you're giving him a free dinner party.

Guest 9: Well i mean 10 to 20 seconds reloading (and not doing anything else) vs using a pistol you already had prepared. multiple pistols is very common, and theres even a on tabletop item called the bandolier of pistols, it's a very common technique even in the Warhammer world.

Guest 10: Of course that the bit, getting an offical alliance. Some vague "yeah we tolerate eachother" or crude agreement isn't going to help...especially if Stormwind starts looking flaky.

Guest 11: ???? wut?

Guest 12: Yeah that was a great moment of LOTR a man who never should have been able to hurt Sauron, who was by some miricle was winning a war against Sauron until the Dark Lord took to the field himself, then by some miracle cut off a target as small as Sauron's finger using a broken sword, then the Dark Lord spends the entirety of four books hiding away ensuring the known threat can never hurt him again and trying to regain that lost power even going so far as to folly assuming the grandkid of the man who lobbed off his finger would have the one item who gave him god like power and that folly allowing Samwise to carry Frodo up mt Doom almost undetected completing one of the most intense and symbolic character arcs...wouldn't it have been terrible writing if Sauron invited them into the throne room with no guards knowing the blade could one shot him and then absolutely ignored the threat, all because a convoluted plan that included deliberately getting the Witch-King and all his closest allies killed, and striping half his own power so that even a handful of hobbits with swords could kill him. all for a plan that he never at any point needed to enact and that was the end of the story right there? I mean what kind of writer would cheep shot and lessen their villain so much? just imagine if this villain had been given more development than Sauron even, say a Anakin Skywalker type story arc, man wouldn't that really be a kick in the balls of any fan or anyone who appreciates good writing?

Random Anon: Azerothean of course is because their world...and sadly the Alliance is annoying in that they don't really have a real unified name that isn't gamer slang, but then again the alliance is trying to pretend most of their member states aren't just tributary states to Stormwind...even as Blizzard removes or renders entirely to non-factors anything other than the central leader of each side.

As for where the Horde is, pull up TWW2 mortal Empire's, start up as Imrik, Malus, or Snikch, then head over a couple territories to your NW, meet the Wolf Lands. Which if you know the trade routes is just off of the main Ivory road, the Silk Road and the Spice Road and where all those caravans pass by before entering the World's edge mountians before continuing past Karaz-a-karak or the Karaks to the north which would then have them popping out from these three branches at the border princes, South or North Ostermark, or Kislev...tradeds want to travel south of the Chaos Dwarves because being sandwiched between the Chaos Dwarves and Chaos wastes is begging for battle...somrthing a certain "sacrfice demander" is happy enough to force her merchants to do apparently.

Hakuryuu: *pulls out whip* Bad Hakuryuu, no pretending to be a guest. But the development of the Diplomacy is going to be very interesting.

But I'm trying to keep up some OC and Named Character balance so maybe, maybe not.

But the Horde fort oh boy lets see what happens here. Also I ain't Blizzard, i don't needlessly force both sides to have the exact same adventure to make things simple, both sides of the story have their own pacing.

All good observations but we'll need to see.

WarNob123: Let's see if anything can be done for poor Emis, but as far as I'm aware best bet for redemption is she ends like Ulrika ...who I'm pissed their aren't more books for... but even then her conversion seems different, then again it was some lesser scrub vamp going against her will and who couldn't have been bothered to be there when she awoke. Baby Vampires Imprint apparently or something...idk why she was disloyal to her sire, especially when Knights who had been trying to behead Vampire when turned reluctantly but still willingly serve their sire, rather than a girl going through what's basically Vampire softcore before turning.

And for each location its all on how they use it and how they respond and control or resist each scenario.

Ironwall: The Red Duke isn't even the best example of someone who would want to turn back, but part of being a Vampire is the twisting of one's very being. In a broad sense none of them despise what they are, this is warhammer not tween sparkles, they logically know who they were and might miss some of it but their new nature either takes over or they accept and recognise it as who they are. And well Draenei can become Demons but the whole bit with getting turned back...considering the process to become a Vampire requires actual or borderline death and that supposedly a visit to Morr's guarden, it might be just beyond their ability, though a redemption isn't impossible since we have Dreadlord Lightforged and a Light imbued, I think Light created Undead. But the Vampiric Nature required some dark shit to keep going, and blood sharing...Vampires in Warhammer have some of the most demented love lives, basically if they fall too hard or don't establish boundries properly it almost becomes impossible to distinguish between the two lovers and they become more akin to one undead void of a soul with two bodies until something splits them up for a while.

Wayward Children

New sensations ravaged Emis' body. The spirit numbing agony had finally receded and more she now awoke to awareness and understanding beyond what she had even before she had been taken, taken as a prisoner or as a woman by Aleksandr. Her veins still burned, but now that sensation was a dull pain, easily pushed aside and ignored.

But now, she could see so much more clearly than she could had in life the spirits which she once had to feel for to call upon she knew exactly where they were at all times with a sight beyond any sight she had before. Looking to her own spirit she somehow found herself elated to find a dark consuming void, either cast off for something greater, or changed her spirit now was a lure of magical power drawing mana and the dark mass that she knew to be the dark magic counterpart of the Winds of Shyish.

And for whatever transformation had occurred, rather than the disgust everything she had ever known told her she should feel, Emis felt only relief. Gone was the need and sense of obligation to the spirits, she needed not mediate their petty near thoughtless disputes, instead she could force them to comply finally giving her what she wanted without begging the spirits like the Draenei Vagabond she was before. And what's more she felt no remorse, no pitty for the Eredar whose skulls she had bashed in, no voice of guilt over the family of Trolls she had once left for dead, such pity had held her back but no longer.

Now instead of pitty, obligation, and a lingering guilt for things she had never been guilty of, now she felt a growing sense of power, longing, hunger, and freedom like no Draenei had felt before. Yet the slight burning of her veins continued, still for such freedom this was a petty price to pay, she'd gladly give up the light entirely if she could somehow become more liberated and powerful than she was now. Yet she now still felt her longing continue to pull at her, she felt compelled to wake, to see Aleksandr the one who took her, chained her, beat her, set a Necromancer loose to torment and break her, and who had freed her, transformed her soul into the wondrous void she felt now, always consuming and always growing with more and more magical power.

Aleksandr who made her feel a want like what she might have once felt while living but no longer bound by her previous limits and in a manned deeper than any mortal could comprehend. She needed Aleksandr, and she needed him now damnit.

Emis rose from her coffin, across from her stood Abram. The fool didn't even notice she was up and moving too busy boasting and speaking his petty little words. She was certain her lust wouldn't care if she slaughtered Abram now. After all he had promsied it to her hadn't he?

To torment her prey, Emis unleashed a hiss filled with all of her agony and hate, one that filled with her newfound power was enough to rouse the spirits that had once been long dormant and forgotten. Abram startled and his head started to sweep the room, were mortal creatures always this slow?

The spirits obeyed Emis' mental command making her faster as she closed with the object of her hate. She palmed the sluggish thing's head and threw her wrath and his head into the wall, repeating the process until the coward's head had gone through the wall entirely. The Necromancer then tried to fight back, a sythe of magic energy froming in his hand. However all it took was a few casual steps back to avoid his clumbsy swings.

Then the Draenei reached and grabbed the Human's throat. As her hand clasped a welcome change to her physiology met her sight. Rather than the dainty weak fingers of a mortal, long sharp and powerful claws had closed about the maggot's neck. And so she did what came naturally and ripped his throat open, his crimson fluids spraying up out of his neck, some splattering on Emis. The scent making her shiver with hungry desire.

However Emis knew that Abram was cleaver, spiteful and petty, now more than before she needed to be careful. The newly reborn woman stepped around the Necromancer, and as she did so sudden bolts of Dhar emerged from the Necromancer's eyes peircing the air where she stood a second before. Now Emis could hear Abram's pained gurgling and grinned as she swept her claw over the whelps head, her talons digging into his head flesh and removing the orb from its place atop his shoulders. Even as she did so waves of pleasure overtook Emis, vengence at last.

But before she could celebrate, feast...somehow on her victim, and bask in her own new nature, her new senses picked up the presence of others. The first set her alight with desire, the burning in her veins increasing as her heart beat for the first time since she awoke. But the other, she felt similar, but her presence so close to the object of Emis' desires, longing, lust and, dare she claim, love, that presence filled Emis with rage.

"Who the Hell are you?" She demanded in their native Sylvanian the words she had never spoken before flowing even more easily than common for her.

"I suppose I would be your sister." The words spoken from the other women felt toxic to hear and only made Emis' hate burn brighter. How dare this thing attempt to stand next to him, smell like him.

Still this thing was her senior, and some lingering part of her logic, of the philosophies of her old life lingered telling her to attempt to negotiate with this whore. "Aleksandr doesn't need you he has me now."

The whore had the audacity to scowl in response. She was going to rip that sloppy cunt right off and shove it down her damned throat for standing next to him. "So?"

"Die." Emis commanded, as she reached out calling to the spirits and forcing them to manifest for her. The other Vampress was summoning magic power to her side preparing to cast her spell but the spirits were upon her well before she could complete the spell, their haunting hands tearing awat at her cloths, tearing into her flesh and fists beating into the other Vampire. The. as suddenly as the encounter began Emis' opponent was gone a cloud of mist slipping out of the room.

With the other gone, now only Aleksandr and she remained. With just the object of her lust, the one who gave fire to the desires of her loins and made her thirst for the essence of another while simultaneously wanting him to drink every last drop of her being the only one remaining, Emis stepped forward confidently. Her body no longer needing the rest or petty needs of life she pressed her breasts out and up to attract his eyes, her every step with a sway of her hips her only want to be the object of his desires, which to her disappointment she knew she wasn't nearly covered in enough of the blood of her enemies to fan his Master's craven delights from the flame it is now to a raging inferno of lust.

Still once his lips brushed hers, Emis knew satisfaction, and knew her hunger only grew. She would murder more and more and delight in turning the living into spirits which would slave for her pleasure for all eternity, and she knew in doing so she would not only feed her own hunger but advance her glorious savior from life into new heights.

"Come child, I have much to teach you and you have many slaves to feast on before the night is done." Emis clung to every word, she knew her former comrades were the slaves Aleksandr spoke of, and she could only delight in showing them what she had become. But even more she could feel her thirst burning in her veins ever more.

Whatever she was now Emis knew it wasn't Draenei, and she was entirely unlike the Man'ari Eredar, though certainly she was Man'ari compared to those poor meatsacks back home. Emis smiled to herself, from now on she would be the first Shuk'tar. And as such she needed an new name, and knew exactly what she wanted.

"My lust, my Darkness made manifest." She spoke, putting every ounce of her desire into the words. Aleksandr stopped to look at her.

"Yes Emis, please hurry, we must hurry and feed before we grow to weak." The Vampire Lord explained still leading her on but at a slower pace.

"I am no longer Emis, that weak Draenei is dead, instead from now on by my people I shall be the first Shuk'tar Eredar, and as such I wish for a new name. I think it shall be Tarei. Do I have your approval my void of desire?" The newly reborn asked her sire.

"Hmm, Tarei Von Carstein...Eh sounds a little better. Now lets hurry and hope that those wretches didn't kill our slaves." Aleksandr returned to hos increased pace, but Tarei first of the Shuk'tar Eredar, keeping pace with her love felt elated. Her rebirth now was almost entirely complete. She was just a couple drained corpses away from completing this wounderus rebirth.

Alyzz Kneecord wobbled behind her friendly Tyrant certain that if not for all the water she was drinking by now she'd sweat out most of the fat she had recently put on. This terrain was a horrific desert and while her stratigic outfits were well designed to let her breath, particularly with a nice thick sun-blocking cloak over top of her, the heat had already caused her to pass out twice. Still apparently in a short while they should be breaking free of the desert and heading west to a famous outpost of some sort where Ogres, Mercenaries, and traders of all kind gather with relative safety.

When she had asked what her guides had meant by relative they again mentioned something about Zharr Dwarves yet again. But she simply shrugged and tried to make the most of traveling in this insane heat.

As the group traveled the Goblin Private Investigator slash spy noticed something off about the sand near the traveling group. After several attempts to get some moisture into her throat the Goblin was able to finally shout warning to the Ogres.

"Something is moving in the Sand!" The Ogres responded quickly to the warning given, after some quick searching all pointing their weapons at the suspiciously moving mound of sand. It took only moments before the horrific thing burst out from the sand. The monster was truly massive and its appearance more than stunned Alyzz as the gigantic worm lime creature came out, it's Ogre sized mount already snapping at the closest Ogre who stumbled away from the mouth that could end their lives in a instant.

"Dread Maw, kill it fast!" The Tyrant ordered his pistol already firing but making no impact against the massive beast. The Orges cheered out a battlecry as the worm monster roared, eventually its head diving down and snatching up one of the Orges crushing him and then swallowing the Ogre in it's entirety.

Two of the Ogres stepped forward lugging what looked like canons before both fired their massively oversized guns. The shots pelted the gigantic creature but only a small amount of blood came out of the beast. Then the beast dove submurging under the earth only to reemerge past the first line of Ogres picking one of them up in its maw consuming them.

"Hahaha, C'mon you stupid thing here I am!" Kogkradd proclaimed brandishing his club. On the Tyrant's shoulder Alyzz's eyes went wide, and her head darted about as the Monster again dived.

"Are you crazy?" Alyzz demanded, only for the Tyrant to pocket his Pistol and grabbing her off of his shoulder.

"No, Not yet. I still fight good." The Ogre answered with a wide smile. Trapped between the Ogre's meaty fingers Alyzz slowly tried to slip her knives out from their sheaths. She had no intent to stay here and get eaten, the Ogres were bite sized to this thing for science sake!

Then the earth beneath Kogradd roared and the Ogre dived to the side, barely missing being consumed by the open maw of the monster. While diving though the Ogre threw Alyzz thr Goblin tumbling towards the head of the monster screaming.

"Go Alyzz, Become Mawrider, Slay this beast! Ahahahahaha! Ready the pots, I feast tonight!" The Tyrant ordered bouncing back to his feet, as the Dread Maw turned to face him its mouth open in fury hate in its eyes and the Tyrant smiled gripping his weapon in a two handed hold, ready to meet the foe.

Alyzz's back hit the beast's cheek with a bonejarring smack, knocking the wind out from her. However if the Goblin didn't want to fall into the same hole as the still partially submerged monster, certainly spelling her doom, she had to act.

Both daggers drawn she thrust them each with all the force she could possibly muster, and by fortune one of them must have struck softer skin as it sunk in enough to support the Goblin's weight on the massive worm.

The Goblin then used her daggers to start pulling herself up the creature and onto a natural ledge, only to freeze in fear as how she was looking back into a eye almost bigger than her head. The whole worm suddenly writhed nearly tossing the Kneecord P.I. but she clung on for her life remaining tight against the creature.

"I said shut yer mouth!" Came from below to which the worm answered with a horrible roar.

Taking the chance as the creature's movements lessened Alyzz threw herself forward her daggers both stabbing towards the monster's eye. The Dread Maw blinked, the Eye lod blocking Alyzz's dagger, but her first dagger had already sunk into the creature's eye and now her hand was trapped by the massive and thick eyelid.

In response to being trapped the Goblin twisted her wrist and the dagger, while flipping a switch on the in build acid ejector. Immediately the monster she was atop roared in pain thrashing so violently that if not for her trapped hand, and now certainly broken wrist, the Goblin would have been sent flying finally the eyelid opened for a breaf moment, but the creature still was jerking in pain, now Alyzz unleashed a flurry of knife strikes against the exposed eye causing the creatuer to stagger roaring in greater agony. Then a new blow from beneath sent the beast tilting back and sent Alyzz darting for the monster's nostril grabbing on tightly, and painfully with her broken wrist. Quickly the Goblin used her sheath to reload the acidic toxins in her dagger and stabbed deep into the monster's nostril, unleashing another load. This earned a roar of pain and then a moment of horror.

The Dread Maw went to dive below the surface again with Alyzz still on its face, however the Ogre Tyrant had anticipated this, and rushing with all his strength struck the might worm on the face forcing it to remain above the surface. The worm began to coil preparing to attack the Tyrant Kogkradd again. As it did so Alyzz was given her chance once again, now she went for the creature's remaining eye. This time the monster closed its eye tightly at the sight of the Goblin and even beagn thrashing. But Alyzz held tightly slowly wiggling her knife between the creature's eyelinds, she didn't reach it's eye proper but with her knife wedged in she released the toxic spray, and quickly the Goblin prepared her second knife.

Holding the knife ready and weakly holding to the other with her broken wrist, feeling like she could be sent flying any moment, eventually the Dread Maw opened its eye. Alyzz could already feel her weightlessness as she was beginning to fly away from the Worm and time felt like it slowed down for the Goblin. However she watched with satisfaction that before the Dread Maw could pull its head away the curved arc of her blade impacted the beast's eye. The Goblin was streched as her momentum away from the monster fought the power of its head pulling her by the knife in the opposite direction. As this happened She released her toxin into the second eye, now forcing the monster to blindly scream. The Dread Maw went to dive yet again, but Kogkradd came underneath and struck the monster's head keeping it up above the surface still.

The Dread Maw moved across the surface surging forward quickly then slowing before surging again. It continued moving blindly for nearly a minute until it stopped moving completely. The entire battle may have taken bo longer than five minutes, yet Alyzz Kneecord couldn't feel her legs and felt like she would pass out at any moment. Meanwhile the Ogre's now all surrounded the Dread Maw cheering, "Maw Rider, Maw Rider!" Even as that happened Kogkradd Kegeater marched up to the dead monster.

"Let the Maw Rider have first claim to this thing's guts, tonight we feast!"

The Ogre's cheered while Alyzz finally found a spot to collapse on the corpse passing out entirely.

"So let's get this straight. Just a couple hundred years ago the local Empire was able to beat back a army of hundreds of these Vampires...and We're struggling with and acting worried about just the one?" Arman asked, sumerizing everything he had been told.

"From what I've been able to figure out, most Vampires are only." Kyn'ra paused to growl for a moment her fists clenching. "Are only about as powerful as the one Aursuun and I fought in the Bar. Strong, fast, magically capable and innately vicious. The one who lead the attack on the Mordheim Camp is what the locals call a Vampire Lord, through time, experience, magical power or some other means they've grown powerful enough to support their own Vampiric spawn and typically can then also command an army." The Night Elf explained, her heart heavy with the knowledge that she alone would never be enough to wipe this wretched monster off the face of Mallus.

Aursuun then began to speak. "They appear to have heavy amounts of Void corruption, and od course are a type of Undead. The Light seems to work exceptionally well against them. However they still seem to have natural endurance well beyond the majority of Undead we've encountered. The One I killed took a such wounds that would have seen multiple Orcs warriors nearly twice her mass laying dead and was nearly able to keep fighting right up until the end. And the Lord apparently has the ability to shape-shift somewhat like a druid."

The Barge continued along the river slowly, the new passengers getting lessons in Reikspiel as the boat traveled. The first stop had been entirely a waste, however on the eay to their second destination they had struck good fortune, a village thay had been visited by a Necromancer fitting the description of the one who had killed Datris Sageclaw, and the villages recognized where some of the men travelong with him had come from. This formed a course and so long as they followed it they shoud hit or pass by where the Vampire's lair was.

Now the group traveled along the river with a constant look out, hoping to spot signs of the Vampire. At the current moment the lookout was Silandel Lividbrook, who stood at the center of the barge. Her vision was magically increased thanks to an item smuggled from Azeroth allowing her a longer range of vision without a large obvious tool on her face. At her side sat Eike who was now going into a ling series of questions allowing the Void Elf to practice her Reikspiel.

"Ok, so you and Kyn'ra aren't the same Elves, I sort of get that, but where do you come from?" The human Mercenary asked.

The Void Elf never broke her vigil while answering. "I come from the once great city of Silvermoon of the Kingdom of Quel'thalas. A once wonderful place, housing the great High Elves of our world. We were good allies to those in the Alliance even if the Alliance didn't always treat our people the best. But then the Undead Scourge nearly destroyed our people and our homes while our Prince nearly abandoned us for another's failed quest of vengence and then truly betrayed us for power. Our kingdom thusly betrayed, and lead by people bitter about the Alliance's failure to protect us..." The Pale Elf seemed to scoff. "failure to protect us from a force that had massacred their grestest kingdoms already and caused yet others to nearly crumble, while what leaders they had left were bitter idiots themselves. We turned to the Horde for comrades and protection instead of the Alliance. A mistake that should be corrected."

Eike sat listening. "I think I met some of these Horde you're talking about. What are they like?" The human asked.

"A disastrous contradiction. Each state in the Horde should theoretically be allowed to do as they wish. Yet the Darkspear Trolls are little more than subjects of Durotar, the Bloodhoof Tribe of the Tauren likewise cannot seem to direct the Horde's path, with only the Warchief and Sylvanas being able to exhert any real influence. One of the Warchief's had been a war mongering monster who committed worse crimes against the Elves, their own allies, and now Sylvanas is the Warchief making her effectively the undisputed ruler of the Horde. Making it more imperative than ever to get our foolish leaders to break away from the Horde."

Eike didn't fully understand but he got some of the general idea. "So you're some sort of activist. So why doesn't anyone in charge have any problems with this Sylvanas person like you do?"

The Elf sighed "Pride, Pity, Racism. Sylvanas used to be one of our own, but she fell to and became part of the very Undead she was defending us from. She later broke free of their control and created her own Undead army and joined the Horde. Some of our peoples think that since she was one of our grestest and is now such a powerful leader she should be respected, despite everything she's done to us since dying. Others feel sorry for her, delude themselves into thinking she's had no other choice besides her course of action and is in heart a noble Elf still. All of them and more are Racists, deluding themselves that somehow her High Elf heritage makes her innately good, that her transformation and experiences couldn't have possibly changed her since she offered us a bare minimum of support in the past. These same people then become disgusted with the Ren'dorei for our very existence because our connection to the Void."

Eike contemplated the story for a moment. "So the chick is a Undead and basicallya dictator now, and yet you're the ones persecuted because you have a connection to magic? O-or I mean your world's equivalent to what's one of mine's winds if magic?" The Imperial human tried to understand but was failing to grasp the situation, earning a chuckle from the Void Elf.

"Well it's the type of magic, we go off a different system back home, now 'eight winds of magic', but to compare the one I'm innately connected to has elements, at least from the rough explanation on this paper given to me by Aursuun, of your Purple and Grey Wind as well as Dark Magic, and then I had chosen to delve a but deeper into that magic as well and I summon some rather scary familiars." The Void Elf explained.

"Umm Familiars? I think i might have seen one before, looked like a man made of sticks."

"Mine are very different, promise to not panic, I can summon mine but she's a little off putting at times." The Void Elf responded full or mirth.

"O-ok." Immediately Silandel called her power and summoned her Imp familiar. This caused Eike to jump to his feet, but otherwise he retained most of his composure. Now a small creature that looked something like a scrawny beastman stood next to the Elf with fur covered breasts and green flaming hands.

"অপেক্ষা করুন, এই লোক আপনি ছাপ চেয়েছিলেন...আপনার অবশ্যই কম মান থাকতে হবে." (Wait, is this the guy you wanted to impress...you really must have low standards.) The thing said in a almost comically high pitched voice to the Void Elf standing over it. Silandel scowled at the Imp before returning to scan the shoreline.

"Wait I think I see something, looks like a woman walking by the river bank, she looks hurt." The Void Elf reported, immediately the pair set off Eike to redirect the boat, and Silandel waking the others.

Alya cursed the newly reborn wench yet again as she continued her flight on foot. She had almost had him, hell she even had been handed a golden excuse on a platter complete with a silver knife to drive into Aleksandr's heart. Yet the bastard still lived and would surely be ruining his own, and by extention, her reputation in the Night Court even further.

The Vampire trudged through the mud soaked ground racing to avoid the sun. She couldn't even prepare her makeup when she fled, and with her open wounds she'd rather not risk the sun beating into her, for all she knew she could boil away under its cruelty. The Vampress' dress caught under her causing her to stumble yet again and earning a enraged hiss.

If she could just get to the next village in time she wouldn't need to bear the indignity of having to bury herself in the mud of the river to avoid the sun.

Alya continued to trudge, struggling against the mud's pull against her feet. The difficulty not being of any real effect against her Vampiric strenght and undeath's unending stamina, but the sheer indignity she had to endure with each step was absolute misery for a woman who in life had already been well above the petty work of peasents having only needed the strength to decapitate those prisoners guilty of attempting to slight her honor.

"Wait I think I see something, looks like a woman walking by the river bank, she looks hurt." A accented voice cried out causing the Vampress to snap her attention to the river. Out a fair enough distance away, only lit by a small dim lantern was a small barge with several individuals on it. How one of them saw her in the darkness here was distressing, but the Vampress would do best to treat with these lessers, after all they had a boat and likely could get her to the nearest town.

"Oh, oh come on. By Sigmar." Alya startes while pretending to struggle with the mud up until the boat arrived.

As the boat arrived a small modicum of horror flashed through the Vampress. At the front of the boat just lit by the lantern stood a Dwarf and a Human, and behind them two long eared entities with unnatural skin tones stood awkwardly trying to stay just out of a human's sight, and then truly hiding in the back, another blue skin like Aleksandr's slut and what almost looked like a child. Still while she could flee, it still might not serve her purposes, after all these people were attacked by Aleksandr, had killed one of his little animals. Why not perhaps guide them to him?

"Oh, oh by Sigmar other people. I was so worried, we need to warn someone there's vampires in the old river fort ahead." Alya panted and put fear innher voice almost slipping to cruelly laugh when she said vampires.

"Vampires you say? What do you know about them?" The human asked calmly, and with one of the weatern accents thankfully, he likely wont notice the slight Sylvanian drawl in her voice.

"Not much, they were surrounded by skeletons and ghosts and they murdered my escorts. It was awful, I ran away to warn a village I remeber being up river. B-but they're a lot further than I remember." Alya cursed the situation, still one that would be odd and not entirely beleivable if they thought about it, but her lies should both help guide them and hopefully work well enough to keep them from investigating her.

"You don't know anything?" The dwarf next to the human asked with a heavy accent.

"They had a withered looking bald Necromancer but one of them killed it for some reason and I don't know why they didn't chase me but managed to get away wince they didn't. Please my family is wealthy I'm certain a small fortune could be given for my safe return." Alya provided. So far this group seemed to believe her.

"Do you know anything about what these vampires looked like." The human asked.

"A man, and a female Daemon." She rattled off quickly. These people needed to hurry up, she couldn't waste all of what was left of the Night on these people.

One of the long ears in the back suddenly turned from pale to nearly black almost looking as though she was made of the night sky. "What were you doing here in the forst place?" The accent of this one sounded nearly regal.

"My family was considering developing the area but we needed a good idea of all the villages and potential ports on the river." Alya lied without hesitation.

"And what about your own connection to the Void?" The same one asked, getting a odd look from the Dwarf and causing the blue skin in the back to rise.

"What? What Void are you talking about." No...no this thing couldn't know about that, she only just made a deal with that ethereal Lord. Daemons were always beneath a Vampire, but no mortal could understand that. No how could a mortal even know of such a contact unless. Alya's eyes widened in realization.

All the occupants of the boat where now preparing their own weapons and looking on with suspension. Alya dropped her act no longer pretending to be hindered by the mud and pulling out her long dagger. "Daemonmancer!" She hissed with all the hate she could muster.

Before the Vampress could act a shadow bolt struck her face, as she recovered a piller of light struck down on her burning her flesh and earning a screech of pain. As she recovered and prepared to leap two shots rang out, one breaking her dagger, the other more like a bolt of magical lighting throwing her back into a tree, there a arrow lodged between her shoulderblade and the tree, a hit that would have pinned a normal mortal easily.

However the Blue skin was too fast, Alya wouldn't be able to avoid as his hammer struck her in the ribs, shattering them and somehow burning her, cascading her through the tree as well. Alya lay in the mud, knowing now, she really would die, that hammer strike had stunned her, and these people wouldn't allow her a chance to escape. The Blue skin approached, hammer poised to strike again, and then salvation.

Bats swarmed the blur skin and began to attack the other mortals while a pair of massive man sizes bats plucked the Vampress from the ground. She was carried away until her attackers were gone, only to be dropped in front of a wooden cart filled with the corpses of the dead. Alya looked up to the figure driving the cart, a headless corpse greated her, one which lifted a skull that gleamed down at her.

"It looks like I still have use for you Vampire. As I lay dead, I met you most interesting patron. You should thank them, because otherwise I would have left you to your fate."

"That was a Vampire." Eike said processing the attack after the bats had been fended off by the group. Only some scratches and easily healed, for the Azerotheans, injuries.

At Eike's side their Dwarf companion shrugged while Mata Copperguard merely laughed. "That's the Vampires you all are so concerned about, we nearly had her after just a few seconds."

Aursuun just silently pulled himself back into the boat, but it was Silandel who spoke before anyone else.

"Is no one else going to question what she was doing out here? Why she practically guided us to the Vampire we are looking for?" The Void Elf questioned.

Kyn'ra looked about everything then spoke. "Power struggle, she lost and wants us to take revenge for her. She probably would have kept up the act until we were gone if you hadn't spoken up. We have what we need though."

Silandel gave a look of shock to Kyn'ra. "How did you know?"

"I saw the Necromancer she described at the battle in Mordheim. He was leading the initial attack, and likely thet killed him for the failure." Kyn'ra answered with a scowl while gruffly returning to working on the boat.

"Why would they do that?" Mata asked.

"ဤလူအဘယ်သို့ပြုမည်အရာကိုသောကြောင့်! သူတို့ကရက်စက်ကြမ်းကြုတ်ပြီးမုန်းတီးနေနှင့်မည်သည့်အကြောင်းပြချက်များအတွက်ဘာမှမနှင့်မည်သူမဆိုဖျက်ဆီးမည်." (Because it is what these people do! They're cruel and hateful and will destroy anything and anyone for any reason.) The Night Elf snapped back in her native Darnassian at the Void Elf who paused taking a minute to translate and comprehend what was shouted at her.

"ငါပြောဆိုချက်ကိုတရားမျှတသည်ဟုမထင်ကြဘူး." (I dont think that's fair to claim.) The Void Elf retorted with a glance towards Eike.

Standing by Aursuun stepped in. "Either way it's time for us to set off. We know where the Vampire Lord is, and if we can assassinate him before he threatens us again we'll be freeing up the Mordheim encampment and helping everyone along significantly." The Draenei Paladin stated while using a rod to push the boat off into the river.

As the barge drifted Kyn'ra was left to brood on the events that had all recently transpired. Promising herself redemption and if not that then vengence against the monsters of this world. A short diatance away Silandel pulled out a pocket book to record her observations, inside the earliest traces of a sketch she had started that night. Looking up the Void Elf saw the human Eike and wondered what his life in this world had been like.

The Camp had been devestated, ransacked and the attackers moved on taking everything of the food and golden trinkets while destroying all the valuable slaves. But Ghozul Gazaruth paid the actual attackers little head, their point of origin holding far more concern. He would take his revenge upon the strange encampment that had appeared from nowhere on the edges of his clan's territory, this the Overlord swore because a good hawl would guarantee his clan's success.

Language note

now using Bengali for Thalassian (the High Elf Language)
and using Burmese for Darnassian (The Night Elf Language)