Lucretia Stormsinger wiped the mud off her face as she stood back up and
began running through the swampy marsh. A furblog looked out from behind a
scrub and saw her run by, pursued by dark silhouettes that swung from
vines, ran on multiple limbs, and even flew on wings as black as a moonless
night. He squeaked and ran away, not wanting to witness the demise of
Lucretia. Lucretia stopped, loaded her bow with an icy blue arrow, and
fired it at the closest silhouette. It shivered, and fell behind its
comrades, but they tarried not for it, instead continuing their relentless
charge toward Lucretia.
She continued running, as the extending branches of the swamp tore at her scales and scarred her tail. Slowly but surely, the demotic silhouettes gained on her. One finally shot a dart at Lucretia, but she dodged it, turned, and fired another frost arrow at it. Like the last, it slowed, but its comrades left it behind. She then came out into a clearing, covered in black goo. She dodged left, and waited behind a shrub for the silhouettes.
Then they came. She could finally distinguish them as Trolls, wyverns, and strange semi-transparent wolves, possibly wolves summoned from the spirit realm by a farseer. The trolls and wolves charged into the goo, and found themselves stuck and slowly sinking. The wyverns, not seeing Lucretia, went to help their comrades from the goo. Lucretia, her conscience slowly seeping through the fabric of her fear and hate for the things that had followed her, decided to spare their pathetic lives. She looked at the sky and began chanting strange garbled language and the winds began to swirl around the goo and the creatures struggling in it. Slowly, the winds grew stronger, making an eerie whistling in the trees. The wyverns, sensing the angering of the spirits, flew away among much squawking and wailing. The trolls, for the wolves has long since dissipated, stopped struggling and looking, mouths agape at the winds, by now a ferocious gale. Lucretia gave the last of her energy and the winds tore ferociously at the trolls, lifting them out of the goo and flinging them into the surrounding foliage.
Seeing that they were free, Lucretia ran away, heading for Darkshore, on the north end of Kalimdor. For many months now, the orcs had been hunting her, hunting her for betraying the Night Elves long ago. She had heard that a small encampment of Night Elves was foraging on the Darkshore and that the leader of the party was Tyrande Whisperwind. By allying herself with the Night Elves, she might be able to persuade them to persuade the orcs. Finally, she thought, this nightmare might be over. She continued her trek toward Darkshore, hoping for the best, and that she would not be killed on sight.
* * *
A storm crow flew over the marsh Lucretia had traversed not too long ago. It continued its flight, heading for Darkshore, to meet up with the Night Elf foraging party. Soon, the trolls and wyverns came into view, and the storm crow went to help them. It then saw them trapped in the goo, and the beginnings of a tornado. Deciding that there was nothing it could do, it continued on its journey. A few hours later, the same crow say a small group of five Elves crouched in the bushes tracking a lone naga sea witch. It flew over and landed behind the Elves and transformed into a druid. "This one is dangerous. I saw it take out a whole group of trolls and wyverns."
The others turned around in surprise. One, a huntress, got off her wolf and bowed. "Hello Ardon, Tyrande has anticipated your arrival. How was the expedition?"
"Horrible, we lost all of them. We were ambushed by some crypt fiends. I am the only one left. However, that one you are watching is heading straight for our camp. What are you planning to do?
"We will attempt to capture her and bring her back to camp."
"Are you sure Tyrande will approve of that? As I'm sure you know, the naga were once Night Elves."
"She might be going toward our camp on purpose," an archer said.
The others disregarded this. "She would do no such thing. She knows we would kill her before she got three steps into our camp," Ardon said
"Yes, I'm sorry, that was foolish. So, how do we go about capturing her?" Ardon glowed blue as mana flowed through him, "Come to me, I will tell you. With any luck, we can do this with no casualties." He smiled as the others gathered around to hear his plan, occasionally smiling as they pictured what was about to take place.
She continued running, as the extending branches of the swamp tore at her scales and scarred her tail. Slowly but surely, the demotic silhouettes gained on her. One finally shot a dart at Lucretia, but she dodged it, turned, and fired another frost arrow at it. Like the last, it slowed, but its comrades left it behind. She then came out into a clearing, covered in black goo. She dodged left, and waited behind a shrub for the silhouettes.
Then they came. She could finally distinguish them as Trolls, wyverns, and strange semi-transparent wolves, possibly wolves summoned from the spirit realm by a farseer. The trolls and wolves charged into the goo, and found themselves stuck and slowly sinking. The wyverns, not seeing Lucretia, went to help their comrades from the goo. Lucretia, her conscience slowly seeping through the fabric of her fear and hate for the things that had followed her, decided to spare their pathetic lives. She looked at the sky and began chanting strange garbled language and the winds began to swirl around the goo and the creatures struggling in it. Slowly, the winds grew stronger, making an eerie whistling in the trees. The wyverns, sensing the angering of the spirits, flew away among much squawking and wailing. The trolls, for the wolves has long since dissipated, stopped struggling and looking, mouths agape at the winds, by now a ferocious gale. Lucretia gave the last of her energy and the winds tore ferociously at the trolls, lifting them out of the goo and flinging them into the surrounding foliage.
Seeing that they were free, Lucretia ran away, heading for Darkshore, on the north end of Kalimdor. For many months now, the orcs had been hunting her, hunting her for betraying the Night Elves long ago. She had heard that a small encampment of Night Elves was foraging on the Darkshore and that the leader of the party was Tyrande Whisperwind. By allying herself with the Night Elves, she might be able to persuade them to persuade the orcs. Finally, she thought, this nightmare might be over. She continued her trek toward Darkshore, hoping for the best, and that she would not be killed on sight.
* * *
A storm crow flew over the marsh Lucretia had traversed not too long ago. It continued its flight, heading for Darkshore, to meet up with the Night Elf foraging party. Soon, the trolls and wyverns came into view, and the storm crow went to help them. It then saw them trapped in the goo, and the beginnings of a tornado. Deciding that there was nothing it could do, it continued on its journey. A few hours later, the same crow say a small group of five Elves crouched in the bushes tracking a lone naga sea witch. It flew over and landed behind the Elves and transformed into a druid. "This one is dangerous. I saw it take out a whole group of trolls and wyverns."
The others turned around in surprise. One, a huntress, got off her wolf and bowed. "Hello Ardon, Tyrande has anticipated your arrival. How was the expedition?"
"Horrible, we lost all of them. We were ambushed by some crypt fiends. I am the only one left. However, that one you are watching is heading straight for our camp. What are you planning to do?
"We will attempt to capture her and bring her back to camp."
"Are you sure Tyrande will approve of that? As I'm sure you know, the naga were once Night Elves."
"She might be going toward our camp on purpose," an archer said.
The others disregarded this. "She would do no such thing. She knows we would kill her before she got three steps into our camp," Ardon said
"Yes, I'm sorry, that was foolish. So, how do we go about capturing her?" Ardon glowed blue as mana flowed through him, "Come to me, I will tell you. With any luck, we can do this with no casualties." He smiled as the others gathered around to hear his plan, occasionally smiling as they pictured what was about to take place.