Ashlynde follows into the portal, doing her best to remain undetected as her legs carry her swiftly onward. She rapidly hides in the Horde's claimed castle, but she's always able to keep her eyes on the prize even from behind the stealth. Warsong Gulch is the simplest of battlegrounds, the objective is to steal the other teams flag, and bring it back to your own castle. However, it seems this time it is going to be very different. The filthy undead pumps 'his' Warrior up for a battle, not to capture the flag at all, but to spill the blood of those coming. The moment the gates drop she takes off at a dead sprint, quite a bit ahead of everyone else as she charges to the middle of the battlefield, effectively distracting the Alliance with her path of destruction. She forces the other side to fight her, making a scene so they head her way instead of trying for her 'teams' castle. Upon brutally taking out three of their best, the Alliance screams for retreat, turning to sprint back to their stronghold. Moving forward she chases them, pushes them all the way back, refusing any mercy as she takes out one after the other.
Finally, she sends them back behind the hardwood doors of their stronghold, her stance tense as she stares up at the magically sealed doorway. Instead of regrouping, the undead screams for her to push her way in, and push she does, slamming her weapons into the doors until they splinter and the magic fades beneath her blows. Sprinting forward she spies the group moving deeper into the castle, and when she turns the corner to give chase she takes an immediate arrow to the shoulder. The Warrior gets a little further before the inside doors of the castle are slammed shut, leaving just her in the Alliance territory, staring up at the doors that lead to much more of her enemy. The undead finally catches up, taking this as a loss that she could not kill more of them before they escaped out of the portal within. Yelling his frustration he stomps up to her and grabs hold of the arrow still stuck in her shoulder, twisting it cruelly and pushing it further in just to see her pain. She does not cry out, nor act like it hurts at all, merely watches him, murmuring her apologies.
Ash is sick, watching him do these things to one of her kin made the blood within her veins broil and a lump form heavily in her throat. Picking up a large rock as she watches him shove her to the ground, the Warrior swiftly getting back up, only to get a swift punch to the gut. When they both turn to head back to the portal he screams and beats at her, pushing her over now and then, Endrada takes his lumps without any retorts. The large rock in the Rogues hand is hurled towards the undead in her rage, it however just bounces against the ground, rolling away unnoticed by the man. It is noticed, however, by End, her ears jutting back as she looks straight where the woman now hides, glaring for a moment before she is jerked to face the Undead again,
"We are on to Twin Peaks next, you have an hour before we go destroy them." His hand reaches up to grip the arrow, "Can't be having this for them to see, now can we." He jerks it out of her skin, the woman breathing deeply but she does not react, not even when he pushes her backwards through the portal to Orgrimmar. The furious Rogue is swift to follow back to the city, careful as she slides through the portal and follows the group into the tavern, where the undead buys everybody a round of ale, dismissing Endrada to her room. When the elf makes it up the stairs she sighs, sitting heavily on her cot, though no indication of pain is apparent,
"This is to weird..." Ash whispers after she's snuck into the wide-open door for a second time. She takes off her helmet first, but End doesn't even bother to stand, or perhaps does not have the energy to, as she pushes off her shoulder and chest armor to examine her body. The deep wound bleeds profusely, the Warrior taking one of her blades to put against the fire. Waiting for it to heat well enough, End then presses it against the wound, eerily staring at it as the heat cauterizes her skin, the blood stops quickly, though the method seems more than unnecessary. Ash shakes her head, moving swiftly out of the room to sprint all the way to the other side of the city, breathing heavily she slams the door of her room shut, locking it before she moves to the desk in her room, pulling out some parchment and a quill. She scrawls rapidly across the paper, everything she has observed thus far written out in mere moments before she throws it in the air, "Phaoris." All she says as the paper disappears from view, landing on the desk of the King himself. While she waits for a response, she heads to her own room, outfits herself in all her gear, alchemic potions, and grabs a bite to eat.
A letter arrives soon after she's finished catching the needs of her body up, ripping the envelope open with the familiar seal she pulls the parchment out to read it over,
"Do as I see fit, huh? No harm to come to the lasting package, oh she's a package now..." Rolling her eyes she lets her irritation at what she bore witness to enflame her chest, snatching the paper to burn the letter. Pulling her blonde locks back into a ponytail she forms a plan, loosening herself up to ready up for battle. Heading down a floor she knocks on the door of Lyneah, clearing her throat as it opens, an array of questions bursting forth from the woman's mouth,
"Did you find her, is she okay? Is everything going to be okay?" Lyneah asks them all excitedly, but upon not seeing her wife she frowns a little. Ash tilts her head to the side, a brow raising high as she nods firmly,
"I found her, but no it's not okay," The Priestess immediately covers her face, body shaking as she tries to keep her tears quiet, "Oh calm down she's not dead or anything." Not used to such emotion Ash finds when Lyn's eyes lift, she is more ready than ever to end this conversation, "Go back to your room and eat grapes and read your books or whatever it is you rich people do, we will have this sorted soon enough." Her defense mechanism kicks in,
"That's not very nice!" Lyn near yells, but it's to an empty hallway, the Rogue is gone without a trace.