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Exile of a hero	By : fibericon Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 10410 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Days passed with no answer from Fordring. Nessa couldn't just show up at an encampment of paladins, not with everything that was happening in Silvermoon. The two paladins that had attacked Cassia were found the following morning in the market square, their bodies mutilated. Two days later, Alamma was found dead not far from the same place. Warlocks and paladins traveled in their respective groups, the air in the city thick with antipathy between the two classes. Warlocks who normally wouldn't care about Nessa's predicament found themselves forced to her side by the paladins. Paladins, seeing the sudden structure the warlocks seemed to finally grasp, fell in line, one by one, in the campaign against them.

The paladins acted as though the warlocks were a crime syndicate, when in reality, they felt more like insurgents. With Alamma dead, his students were ordered to Undercity. Since his death, the groups had taken unstructured shots at each other, quick ambushes that left many warlocks and paladins injured or dead. By the time the reply that Nessa had been waiting for came, everyone involved was looking over their shoulders constantly, just waiting for what they considered the inevitable.

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Lady Felwhisper,

I'll keep this brief. Come and see me in Icecrown immediately. We need to diffuse this situation as quickly as possible. It is my understanding that several of your people have already died. This squabble has gotten very much out of hand, and it is our responsibility to put a swift end to it.

Tirion Fordring

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Tucking the missive into her robe, Nessa dashed for her home. Quickly grabbing some combat gear, she paused. She stared at the black and green robe in her closet for a moment. It had a similar style to the official formal robe of Silvermoon, but instead of an Icon of Blood, it bore a glowing green set of runes on the front and back that translated roughly to "cursed into existence". There was also a dark hood that, when pulled up, shrouded the face in an unnatural darkness.

"Wear it," Karasae reassured her, "That's why they had it made, right? Your people want you to represent them."

"In diplomacy, such a thing might be seen as an attempt to intimidate."

"And in local politics, not wearing it will be seen as a sign of weakness."

Nessa sighed heavily and took the robe, "Fuck you for being right, Karasae."

Karasae helped Nessa get dressed, fastening and adjusting the clips and buckles under the folds at the back. Once the elf was dressed, Karasae slid her hands around the woman's waist.

"Hey... I'm really proud of you. You stood your ground when even I said you should abandon Silvermoon. And you finally look how you deserve to look."

"Like a murderer?"

"Murder is defined as unjustified killing. You look like... vih'fue kuka'o's."

Nessa tried to hide the smile creeping across her lips. It was a compliment, but the literal translation was rather morbid. "That means Queen of Death in Thalassian..."

"You know damned well it's an idiom, little demon girl." Nessa giggled and flushed red, turning to face the demon. They embraced, Nessa resting her head on the demon's shoulder. "Come on. We need to save this wretched city from collapsing on itself."

Nessa nodded and let her go. Pulling up her hood as she left her home, they made for the bazaar in search of a mage to open a portal for them. Paladins glared, but they wouldn't make a move against her in broad daylight like this. After paying a mage a few more gold than she probably would have had to if she were some other class, she stepped out of the portal and into Dalaran.

Fordring was expecting her, but she had her reservations about walking into a camp full of paladins. As she dismounted the wyvern and resummoned Karasae, a paladin approached her.

"Lady Felwhisper?" The man asked. Nessa glared at the human from under her hood, but he was unable to see most of her face.

"Yes. Is Fordring ready to see me?"

"He is. Come with me."

Nessa began to walk behind him, but as they entered the hallowed ground of the camp, Nessa's first step sent daggers of pain through her leg. She gritted her teeth and froze in place, shutting her eyes to find the mental clarity to react. Karasae watched, eager to see how her summoner would handle her increased vulnerability to holy magic. Dark purple energy spread out from her foot, corrupting the ground beneath. She resumed walking behind the paladin, each footstep perverting the ground below. As she stepped forward, the holy energy swallowed her previous footsteps, restoring the ground to its original state.

As they approached Fordring's tent, the paladin turned around, faltering slightly at the sight of the corrupted earth. He opened the flap and nodded at her. Nessa and Karasae entered, seeing Fordring sitting at a meeting table waiting for them. He was clearly stressed, not greeting them with his usual luster. He waved his hand in the general direction of two chairs for them to sit. Nessa sat, and pulled back her hood so that he could see her face. As the wisps of dark fog evaporated from around Nessa's face, Fordring saw what he had been hoping for - just a blood elf. A blood elf could be reasoned with.

"Lady Felwhisper, glad to see that you made it here alright. I've gathered some reports from the blood elves among us. They say this whole mess began with the warlocks murdering two guards when they attempted to arrest an initiate?"

"From my slant, Lord Fordring, our problems began long before that. An orc once predicted something about elven society - The Rift. Essentially, warlocks are forced underground by paladins, which will eventually end in violent conflict. But I shan't bore you with old prophesies. I'm sure you're more interested in the more recent developments that resulted in our current situation."

"Yes. Even with such a social structure, it would take one identifiable event - big or small - to trigger this rapid decent into violence."

"I'm not certain who to blame for this. The law states that any warlock found in a relationship with his or her demon must be executed publicly. We tried to keep what we had a secret for that very reason, but we got careless. I had to flee Silvermoon briefly, until the Warchief granted me a pardon for my service in Northrend. Even so, I was stripped of rank and forced to stand down as lead alchemical researcher."

Fordring leaned on his right fist, listening with a furrowed brow. "This is going in a frightening direction, elf. I won't lie - I'm weary of working with warlocks. It's not because of the demons."

"It's because of the vindictive nature of our kind."

"Yes. Please continue."

"Given the violence I'd faced prior, the other warlocks provided me with guard detail. With no further reason to keep our relationship a secret, she proposed. I have several reasons to not go into the details of our wedding ritual, but suffice it to say that it is a magic ritual, and not a ceremony of tradition. The resulting blast wave, while not destroying anything, was noticeable by the entire city. It made everyone antsy, even warlocks. As my guards were initiates, they were dismissed immediately by the instructors, who feared the worst. The initiate you mentioned before, Cassia Sunspire, was among them. She was chased down and attacked by two paladins when she attempted to return to the Row. While I have no proof that she isn't guilty of any crime, the paladins, upon being questioned, refused to produce any reason for chasing her down and breaking her arm. Another instructor refused to allow them to arrest her when they failed to provide this information."

"Is this when they were killed?"

"No. Cassia was ruled a child, and as such, her instructor invoked the Requirement. The next day, he was found dead as well. Following that is when it completely went to hell." Nessa produced a scroll from her robe, handing it to Fordring. "This is the death count."

"This list is too long already." After scanning it for a moment he added, "There are more warlocks here than paladins."

"We are not prepared to fight the paladins, Fordring. If we try, it will be a massacre. But you have a stake in this as well. Northrend can't afford to lose a significant number of paladins."

"I'm well aware of the situation in Northrend. The crucial part you're missing is this - Silvermoon is where all Horde paladins currently come from. Even if every last warlock is killed without a single paladin death, more would be called home to increase security."

"A shame indeed. I was there at the Wrathgate incident. Arthas shook off a plague that murdered two armies. If we don't stop killing each other, this war is already over."

"You sound like Mograine, but you're both right. If you'll have it, we can form a treaty now."

"It needs to be in writing. You know how Sin'dorei are."

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Nessa, Karasae, Talionia sat on one side of a large table, across from three paladins. Zaruel, Calael, and Lafaer glared back at them. Nessa produced one of the scrolls she had gotten from Fordring and handed it to Lafaer.

"I know you're the head of the tyranny in Silvermoon," Nessa said as he broke the seal, "And somehow, I like you even less than I like human paladins. But I fought the scourge in Northrend. The more of us that die in the streets of our own city, the less of us there will be to fight Arthas."

"You display our weakness to the Alliance by doing this, Felwhisper."

"Sign the treaty and honor it. You'll find that there are concessions being made by both parties. All we want is to be treated like any other blood elves."

"Fine. Just make sure your people honor it as well. "

Once the warlocks and paladins had signed, Nessa left with Karasae and Talionia. Nessa handed Talionia their copy of the treaty before they parted ways.

"Make sure the other warlocks see this before someone else gets killed. I need a shower after being around so much light magic in a single day."

"Very well. I'll need to see you tomorrow. We need to make sure that our organization doesn't simply disband again with the threat gone."

"Because it isn't really gone? Yes, you're right. I will go to the den tomorrow morning."

Karasae and Nessa walked side by side to their home. Nessa had barely locked the door behind them when Karasae pushed her up against a wall and kissed her deeply. Nessa's blushing face was barely visible under the enchanted hood, but what could be seen turned a deeper red when her lover grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the wall, gently biting her neck.

"Karasae... at least help me take off the robe."

"You have no idea how much this robe turns me on. You're lucky I let you out of the house in the first place."

As Nessa's head lulled back, only her mouth, open in a soft moan, was visible under the hood. Karasae pulled her off of the wall and pushed her into the bedroom. Nessa offered little resistance, and soon found herself on her back on the bed. The demon was straddling her hips, binding her hands to the headboard of the bed. A couple of earnest tugs with her arms confirmed that Nessa wasn't going anywhere - not that she needed the hint. She had yet to ever slip out of ropes Karasae had tied. The demon's fingers found their way to Nessa's breasts, lightly dragging over them. Nessa's back arched, and she let out a sharp moan.

"Gods! Karasae!"

Karasae leaned in close to the woman's face, a smirk on her lips, and spoke softly, "They aren't here, I promise you that, little demon girl."

The warlock writhed helplessly, the demon's fingers lightly teasing her breasts through the fabric. The thin fingers slowly moved down, walking over her ribs, dragging down her stomach, moving down her thighs. Karasae took the bottom of the robe, and ever so slowly, began to pull it upwards. She kissed up Nessa's leg as she did, starting from the ankle and working all the way up to her inner thigh. Every now and then, she paused to lick her lips, and sometimes flutter her tongue on an area of exposed skin briefly. She had to hold the warlock down, who was reacting to each kiss as though it was an electric shock.

Karasae teased over the damp fabric of Nessa's panties, dragging a single finger up and down the woman's slit through them. Leaning in, she placed several kisses over the area before hooking a finger under either side of the waist band and sliding the panties off, leaving Nessa's lower half bare. With her lips barely an inch away from the elf's most sensitive area, the succubus softly exhaled warm breath, eliciting a gasp from her lover. Taking her sweet time, she kissed Nessa's exposed pussy several times, her tongue coming out from between her lips just a little bit more each time. It finally found its way to Nessa's clit, jolting the warlock sharply.

While the demon was in no hurry, Nessa was burning with desire. Her pleas to Karasae to make her go faster went largely unheard. The demon licked slowly, deliberately, her agile tongue gliding effortlessly. The same tongue that spoke five languages knew Nessa's body better than anyone. Despite the pace being slow, it was consistent, and eventually, Nessa found herself about to climax. Her gasps and moans grew closer together, more intense. Even without hearing her, Karasae knew. Before Nessa could go over the point of no return, the demon retracted her tongue most of the way, leaving the very tip quivering on Nessa's nubbin. Nessa's throat was locked in a silent scream as she stared down at the demon. It took a moment before she was able to speak.

"Karasae... please..."

"No, little demon girl. You're playing with forces you cannot begin to comprehend. Did you really think to control me?"

"Never," she breathed, "I love you, rai'ludae."

"Good girl. That's a cute little pet name - a translation of what I call you." Karasae carefully slid her finger inside the bound woman, making her gasp in shock. "It won't save you from this demon, though."

"My body is your toy, mistress." Nessa struggled to speak, her words coming out as strained moans.

"Mmmm... yes it is."

The demon lowered her head, flicking her tongue at Nessa's clit once more as her finger moved in and out of the elf's wetness. Several times she had to stop completely to hold Nessa on the edge without letting her go over. Nessa's begging excited the demon more, making her squirm in arousal as she teased the woman. Unable to take it anymore, Karasae sped up. Nessa's hips bucked into the demon's face, her screams filling the room. Her arms pulled and twisted in her bonds as the climax engulfed her. Nessa collapsed on the bed, gasping for air.

Karasae crawled up to face the warlock and pulled her hood back. Nessa's hair was messy, and matted to her face with sweat. The demon parted her lover's hair, pushing some of it behind her ears with her finger to reveal Nessa's flushed face. Nessa bared her teeth and pulled at her ropes.

"You're gorgeous when you're defiant."

"And you when you're dominant." Karasae stood and removed her bottoms and panties, revealing how wet she was. "How long have you been horny?"

"I told you, you're lucky I let you leave the house."

She knelt over Nessa's face, who obediently began licking immediately. Despite her anticipation, Karasae was caught off guard by the sudden stimulation, gasping loudly. The demon grabbed two handfuls of her lover's dark hair, pulling the elf in roughly. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding on Nessa's face. Karasae moaned loudly, one hand going to the tip of Nessa's ear, gently tweaking it. The warlock squealed into Karasae's pussy at the shocking touches to such a sensitive area, sending mild vibrations into the demon as she licked. Previously subdued, she began struggling vigorously again as the demon toyed with her ear. This toying came to an abrupt end when the demon grabbed her hair again, shuddering intensely and screaming to the ceiling.

"Oh fuck! Nessa!"

Karasae came hard, forcing her summoner's face into her. Tensed for what felt like hours, she finally went limp, releasing Nessa's hair and resting her forehead on the headboard. After a short time, she was moaning again. Nessa hadn't ceased her stimulation, and as long as the demon was within reach, she didn't intend to. Karasae stroked her lover's hair, looking down at her.

"Don't go anywhere." Karasae said with a smirk.
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