AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!
"Stupid Mage...zzzzzz... mhhh... cherry muffins... ham... ZZZzzzzz..." A muffled sleepy mumbling could be heard from inside the inn room of someone dream talking to themselves in Darnassian. That person was an exhausted Creed.
"Naauuuhh- ahmph!" A small groan in the inn room morphed into a startled yelp followed by a thump as Creed rolled off her bed and fell onto the cold marble floor. In a sprawled mess on the floor, Creed struggled to untangle herself from the mess of blankets around her.
Sitting up from the floor, Creed glared at the cozy bed and then around her room. Confused at first, she then groaned loudly after spotting the hanging Alliance tabard next to the pole that held the crest of Silvermoon; efficiently making her remembering she was in Silvermoon on a mission.
"So it wasn't a dream?" Creed whimpered to herself in annoyance and disappointment.
"Unfortunately not, human." The familiar deep and accented voice of Rommath coldly stated behind her just outside her 'door'. Creed stiffened greatly having her back facing the Mage.
'Is he seriously in my room while I'm half naked!? Get out you perverted fucker!'
"Oh great, by the Light... help me. What do you want, Rommath?" Creed didn't turn around to the Mage as he stared at her back with a blank expression.
"You are late. We should have begun our meeting an hour ago. Now hurry up and get dressed," Rommath's voiced was laced with frustration.
Something stopped him in his tracks before he could turned away from the human, the markings on the upper part of her back visible from the top her binding caught his eyes. On her back, were many intricate glyphs and runes that resembled that from a forgotten and ancient elven language he remembered once or twice studying when he first began his study on magic.
Why did she have those runes on her skin and how does she know of the language? Was probably the biggest question that stumped Rommath.
"Are you going to stand there and watch me, or will you leave so I may dress so that this meeting can commence?" Creed stiffened when she felt the constant gaze of the Mage burning holes in her back.
"Don't flatter yourself, human." Rommath hissed.
Rommath left, waiting impatiently for the foolish Alliance Ambassador outside of the inn. He loathed this task, listening and working for this human woman was humiliating and infuriating. He was a Grand Magister, not a babysitter.
"Alright. Let's get this over with," Creed replied as she stepped out of her room and walking towards Rommath. He saw on her figure was her regular battle gear, but not the Alliance tabard that dignified her as the Alliance Ambassador. He rose an indifferent eyebrow at her.
"What now?" an annoyed voice caused Rommath to look at the twitching brow of Creed.
"You are not going to wear that Alliance t-" Creed interrupted him before he could finish. A look of frustration quickly came over her face that he could see.
"No. It is ridiculous. It is obvious I am an Alliance member, I don't need the stupid tabard for others to obviously see what I am. I had told the King the same thing when he told me I was to wear it," The reply caught Rommath a little off guard. He expected her to flaunt the Alliance symbol over his home, but he saw she didn't like it as he didn't.
"Come, human." Creed glared holes into the broad back of Rommath as they walked towards Sunfury Spire. She stayed at a smaller distance from him as his long, midnight colored hair nearly swatted her from his high ponytail as he quickly walked in front of her; she was nearly jogging to keep up with him. Creed ached to pull his long hair in the pony tail and throw him to the ground and show him what she was made of.
'He is doing this shit on purpose to get a reaction from me, I just know it,' Creed thought.
Creed followed Rommath as they went up the steps into the throne room, but then they turned a sharp right into a fairly lit room with a large window filtering sunlight and large Fel crystal floating above the middle of the room. Inside the room, Creed saw hundreds if not thousands of magical and Arcane tombs on a large bookshelves. She loved reading, but if they were all magic it became lack luster as she could no longer do magic. The tables held many magical runes, stones, potions, and arcanenic spell works.
Creed observed the magic filled room a little more and saw another opening leading to another larger room.
Creed cringed at the amount of Fel energy and mana practically chocking her in the area.
Rommath observed the human closely from his peripheral view, noticing her discomfort in the Mage quarters of the Sunfury Spire. It appears she was mana sensitive, this nearly caused him to smirk.
"What is wrong now, human?" Creed nearly slammed her fist into the Mage's emotionless face. She turned to him and hissed back., finally feeling something inside her snap at the asshole in front of her.
"My name is not human, it is Creed. Either you use it or keep your mouth shut! I have not called you Sin'Dorei once nor have I planned to! You need to learn to respect others you racist, arrogant bastard!" Creed retorted as a red flush began to consume her face in frustration, not stopping her big mouth as she cursed the infuriating Mage in front of her.
"Racist!? If anything, it is you Alliance pigs who are the most foul of beings on Azeroth. What would your kind know of respect or honor!? Your kind are the reason for the fall of the Sunwell and the destruction of my people! I do not care if you are the Ambassador, you do not deserve it nor does it mean you have any right to be snooping in my home. This issue in the first place does not concern you nor the other Ambassador... it should have been settled with the Magisters and the Council of Six!" Creed growled at Rommath's crude and cold response.
"That was not all our fault, you asshole! You have no right to blame the actions of a few men on an entire race of people who were not even alive and apart of the situation! And for your information, I did not want to be here anyways! But I must, you know why!? Everything I do, whether I or you like it or not, is for the sake of peace! I hate the Kirin Tor as it is anyways! Your people did NOTHING when I needed you most, even after all I did for you! If stopping this infernal conflict means the truce between the Alliance and Horde may still stand, then I don't give a shit about what you want, feel or believe about me or my position!" Creed screamed back at him.
Creed and Rommath had gotten closer as if getting ready to take the other down in the most of maliciously violent of ways.
Not that far from the small Mage quarters in the Sunfury Spire, Lor'themar and Halduron could hear the muffled yells of the Creed and Rommath yelling at one another; discussion was less than appropriate and respectable.
"So much for apologizing. It hasn't even been a week and it sounds like they are trying to start a war," Lor'themar sighed at Halduron with a less than pleased voice.
"I think it's going well. We should begin to worry only if there is smoke, fire, and blades clashing. You know very well of Rommath's extreme displeasure towards the Alliance, and with the headstrong nature of the Ambassador, it is going to be a very interesting duration," Halduron replied to his friend with a firm smirk. Fel glowing eyes held humor and looked at the direction where his friend and Creed were at.
Lor'themar narrowed his glowing visible eye at his friend only to sigh deeply and return back to the documents on his desk.
Back in the room, sparks were almost visible between the Blood Elf and the Human as they glared at one another. The static of hate was real.
"There is no difference between you and those fools Othmar Garithos, Arthas Menethil, and Jaina Proudmoore. I hate you humans more than you can possibly understand," Rommath sneered, his words dripping with venom.
The look in Creed's mauve colored orbs dropped their heated glare and went blank. Inside, a deep sorrow began to resurface back into her soul.
In a small whisper Creed stated, "I wish I could say the same thing..." then she turned to the large table full of boxes and Kirin Tor labeled tombs.
One of Creed's armored hand gently touched the purple eye design on the tombs. The silence in the room was deafening.
Rommath's fury dimmed when he saw the sadness in her eyes for a split second then her words echoed in his head. The act baffled him, but he did not act on it. Before he turned and went into the other room filled with his students and began his work, Creed spoke in a hush whisper,
"You know nothing about me."
"You are a Alliance Human Rogue, that's all I need to know about you," Rommath's cold words echoed in her mind.
Creed stepped back like she had been bitch slapped, then she promptly ignored the towering Magister's leaving figure and opened one of the tombs, making notes of the evidence she needed to resolve the keepsake of the Sunreavers staying in the Kirin Tor and stopping Jaina's grudge filled mission against the Horde who destroyed her home and took the Divine Bell. Creed already knew that she might be voting the Sunreavers as innocent, she knew the anger Jaina felt was more for her home than the actual loss of the Divine Bell; the proof of the Sunreaver's involvement was nothing more than rumor at this point.
Creed's grip on the golden quill tightened, nearly snapping the poor quill in half. Small tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, shoulders stiffened and shook a little.
'Stop... not here. You are not weak; do not let him break you. Remember your oath,' Creed's inner monologue helped, if barely.
Medium length brown hair covered Creed's face from the view of both doors and their occupants. Creed's face was twisted into a silent expression of anger, frustration, and misery.
The scratching of quill on paper and light dripping every so often of the quill dipping in the ink pot was the only sound echoing the room, whilst next door to Creed the small whispers of Rommath's beginner students and the sounds of arcane magic swirling around the room could be heard.