I own Vician Trannyth, Itris Highbinder, Kaxet Botfuel, Ororan Lonesnarl, Elkemin Winddreamer, Uraz'Do, Tibarn Bonefever, Rili the succubus, Death Knight Borgan Van Talen, Shadow Priestess Victoria Painbinder, Lightslayer Hiro Tombweeper, the concept of the Society of Uncorrupted Warlocks, Zachery Lancaster, Taniel the incubus, Rose Oxworth, Faith Nightreaper, Lord Ove, Eira, Girnom Coldbeard, and the Gilnean Motherland League, all else to Blizz

A/N

So I saw the Warcraft movie today. That is my explanation on why I have returned to OHMS. Just read and enjoy while I'm here.

Also, Vicians house is like the love shack. Cupitor Impossibilium is from the Count of Monte Cristo (my favorite book and would probably become a new tattoo of mine)

Warning: Kissing and Latin

Faith Nightreaper opens the door of Vician Trannyth's hovel. Before her are towering stacks of heavy books. It carves a winding, narrow path leading to a wooden desk at the center of the room. Cautiously she enters, careful not to knock over any books as she passes them. For the Grand Warlock of the Forsaken, his house is messy. It is also smaller than she would imagine. More men in less powerful positions have grander houses than he.

Glancing at the interconnected names on the far back wall, Faith groans to herself. There had to be over a hundred names connected between lines. Several of the lines lead towards Rili—the succubus who stole the Grand Warlock away. How was she going to find him in time? Knock down each one of these doors until she found him?

A light rapping behind her brings Faith out of her reverie. Turning around, she sees a lithe Blood Elf standing by the door. Faith's eyes travel up her body, dancing across her features. The Blood Elf blushes under the gaze of the assassin, biting her lip and looking downwards. Faith smirks and turns around, motioning the Elf closer.

As the Blood Elf approaches, she fidgets with her hands and says, "Don't bother looking at the list. It's all demons."

Faith raises an eyebrow at this. "Oh? How would you know that? Judging from your robes, you seem to be a mage and I thought it was only Warlocks who studied Demonology."

Standing opposite Faith, the Blood Elf shrugs her dainty shoulders and smiles. "I've never studied Demonology. That's what Tibarn and Rili said when we were looking for an Eternal." Faith looks at her with narrowed eyes and a question on her lips. The Blood Elf touches her forehead with her hand, biting her lip again. "I'm so sorry, I never introduced myself. I'm Itris Highbinder. I was once of the Horde Heroes who answered the Dark Lady's call." She holds out her hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss…?"

Faith takes her hand and smiles. "Faith Nightreaper; I'm currently on a mission from Borgan Van Talen to hunt down Rili and bring back Vician Trannyth. I would take any help you'd be willing to give."

"Of course," Itris says, smiling gently. Looking down at their still connected hands she blushes again and pulls her hand away with effort. Faith smirks at this display and motions for Itris to sit at Vician's desk. The pair sit and lean forward, interested in more than just the mystery of the disappearance.

"You were part of the Horde Heroes?" Faith asks. "I had heard about the Dark Lady's call."

Nodding her head, Itris smiles again. "Yes. I responded to her leaflet." Reaching down into her lap, she carefully unfolds a scrap of paper from a pocket on her belt. Smoothing it out on the desk, she offers the paper to Faith, gasping softly when their fingertips rub up against each other.

Taking the leaflet from the attractive elf before her, Faith scans over the parchment. Apart from the words that grace the page and the Sigil of the Horde glaring in the corner, nothing stands out as remarkable about this leaflet. "I assume that there was quite the line to serve on the Banshee Queen's service."

Itris shakes her head, surprising the assassin. "Actually no. It found this leaflet fluttering in the breeze in Silvermoon City. I was later told that Garrosh had only printed a hundred leaflets. I guess I was one of the rare lucky few. The other heroes and I were tasked to return the Grand Warlock to the Dark Lady and in return we'd curry a favor from the Banshee Queen."

Faith's eyebrows skyrocket. The revelation of Vician's love affair with the Dark Lady was one shock enough. But now it seems that the Dark Lady loved him back. The woman who was described as an Ice Queen and rivaling Arthas for cruelty had a soft spot for her Warlock. Quickly schooling her face, Faith responds neutrally. "It seems that Sylvanas cared for him deeply enough to offer the greatest boon one could ask for."

"It does seem that way, yes," Itris agrees. Silently she scans Faith's fair features before continuing with a blush creeping onto her face. "We first came here and investigated. We had learned that Vician had gone to visit the Naaru, who are vehemently opposed to Burning Legion and it was there that we learned of the Society."

"The Society of Uncorrupted Warlocks?" Faith asks.

Itris nods her head. "Yes." She motions to the backboard of names and Faith follows her line of sight, turning her body to focus on the board and on the woman before her at the same time. "Vician is an uncorrupted warlock and he used that impressive chaos of demons to ensnare thousands of Burning Legion members in his grand blood contract plan."

"Blood Contracts? Isn't that when a warlock signs a contract with a demon to make sure of its loyalty in life, but it grants the soul of the warlock to the demon in death?" Faith asks as she turns back towards Itris.

This time it is Itris who is taken aback, with her eyebrows shooting upwards. "Are you sure you're not a warlock?"

Faith throws her head back and laughs. The melodic laugh is music to Itris' ears. She soon relaxes and smiles at Faith. "No no, Miss Highbinder. Let's just say that I'm in the information business. I know some things."

Itris smiles lightly and reaches out to put her hand on top of Faith's. "Please, call me Itris, Miss Nightreaper."

Flicking her eyes down towards Itris' hand, she grasps it and brings it towards her lips. Pressing her tender lips against the soft white skin, Faith flicks her emerald eyes at Itris' light blue ones. "Then call me, Faith," she mumbles against her skin.

Blushing Itris leans forwards as she pulls back her hand. Faith lets go of Itris' hand and continues forward to meet her lips. The two meet tentatively, with Faith leaning to the right and Itris to the left. Itris groans at the contact of their lips and she grips the assassin, pulling her tighter into her embrace. Faith responds in kind and hungrily kisses back, cupping the mage's face in her soft hands. Itris climbs over the desk and knocks down books and papers as she climbs into Faith's lap. Taking Faith's hands in her own, she laces her fingers through the others as she pulls back from her lips.

Faith smiles, her lips swollen from the fierce kissing, "Who know mages were so forceful."

Itris chuckles before leaning down to kiss her neck. "Well, like an old human king said, 'cupitor impossibilium'."

Faith leans her head to the side and raises her eyebrows. "'You desire the impossible'? Am I the impossible?"

Itris leans back and smiles fondly at Faith. "Not anymore." Separating her hands from Faith, Itris pulls back slightly. "I know I must be moving fast for you. Hell, I made out with you in a missing mans' house and I just met you, but. . . ." Itris motions with her hands, trying to summon her words.

Wrapping her hands around the lithe elf, Faith pulls the mage closer. "You're not moving too fast; I'm familiar with one night stands. But would you do me the honor of letting me cook for you after I return with Vician? I would like to get to know you more and not just how your body would taste on my tongue."

The mage blushes a dark red and nods her head, not trusting her voice. Biting her lip, Itris leans her head down and slowly brushes her lips against Faiths', who moans at the tenderness. Itris slides a hand up the assassins' body to tangle in her hair and Faith rests a hand on the mages' hip. After several moments, Itris pulls back, panting from lack of breath.

"They, uh, fled to Dutor." She says to Faith. "Rili and the other Heroes grabbed a zeppelin and fled to Dutor. Kalira caused it to crash by shooting it with arrows." She pulls herself off Faith and back onto the desk. Faith nods at this information and stands. She goes to move towards the door when Itris' hand grabs her arm. "Hey. Come back safe."

Faith leans in sideways and kisses Itris softly. "Hey, you called me 'Impossible' and last I heard, Impossible never dies." With a cracking smile from Itris, Faith kisses the mages' forehead softly before pulling out of her embrace and off towards Dutor and Vician Trannyth.