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Nessa looked over the crowd of warlocks quietly for a moment, then began to slowly pace back and forth in a short line in front of them. Half inspecting the ranks, half racking her brain, the leader they had chosen almost by accident was nowhere near ready for this. She stopped and looked up, finally addressing her people in Demonic. Her voice carried the authority she had needed to use with the taunka, and the volume needed to reach the back row.

"So it's finally come to this. Time and time again, the paladins have forced our hand."

In front of the opposing crowd, Lafaer addressed his people as well.

"Brothers and sisters, I won't lie to you about the odds. The warlocks have many advantages over us: numbers, language... but they are not inherently military. Even with Felwhisper in command, they are insurgents at best."

"In essence, one could say that we are to blame for the position they put us in. As they continued to push us further and further underground, we laid back and accepted it. We will accept it no longer! The Rift is coming to pass, but that orc so long ago never said the warlocks would lose this war!"

In the crowd of paladins, one woman stared intently at Nessa, struggling to attempt to translate in her head. The man next to her whispered quietly, "Can you get anything?"

She looked over the crowd, surveying the other warlocks. "Nothing useful. She's purposefully using an advanced dialect and vocabulary. Even some of the warlocks are making their demons translate for them." As she watched the imps whisper to their masters, she gradually realized that not every warlock had a demon with them. "Watch your back for cloaked succubi."

"Understood."

"We have the one thing on our side that they will never fully understand," Lafaer continued, "The one thing that will win us this battle today. We have the light! With it, nothing will stand in our way! And though the air is thick with the palpable corruption of their evil magics, the light must prevail this day, for if it does not, it will set a dangerous precedent. Silvermoon cannot come under warlock rule! We will push this uprising back to the fringe magic it once was!"

"This was never about me," Nessa continued, "This is about what's right! We are expendable to them, even at our most loyal! Look around you, friends. There are many forsaken in our midst. Though only the warlocks among them are here with us today, if we lose, all of Undercity is in danger. And then who comes next? Death knights? Shadow priests? Today, do not fight for me! Today, fight for every warlock sent to their death on a pointless suicide mission! For our people who suffer everyday from paladin rule! For the shadow priests, for the forsaken! This plague of paladins needs to be pushed back to the Alliance from whence they came! For the Horde! Lok'tar ogar!"

The sudden change of language alerted the paladins to the warlocks' intent to attack. And attack they did. Nessa's makeshift army made the first move. Soon thereafter, the succubi that had been previously cloaked appeared behind the trailing rank of the paladins, taking the opportunity to ambush them. Even with the paladins caught in the middle, they had no doubts about their ability to destroy the warlocks. Their attacks were particularly dangerous to the barely-armored warlocks, whose only recourse was to hide behind demons. When the crowds converged, Nessa took the opportunity to blend into the other warlocks to avoid being singled out. Karasae fell soon after disarming the nearest paladin, fading away when she hit the ground.

"Sorry, lover," Nessa said under her breath, "But this is war, and I need a minion more battle-worthy."

Nessa summoned her felguard this time, seeking not only a stronger demon, but a more terrifying one. The towering creature immediately launched himself into a smaller group of paladins, his axe raised over his head.

"Mistress Felwhisper made me her avatar of war!"

The monstrous blade sank into the armor covering a paladin's chest, lodging an inch deep into the flesh. The felguard used a well-placed kick to knock the paladin away and retrieve his blade to continue fighting. Out of instinct, the injured paladin attempted to heal himself, completely unaware of the small, dark beads lining the inside of his wound. As the holy magic coursed over them, they exploded like gunpowder, blowing his armor open and killing him instantly.

"What the hell?" Nessa demanded, her eyes wide.

Are you surprised, mistress? I evolve with you, or rather, because of you. Your hatred for the paladins created that.

Nessa tried to survey the battlefield while raining fire down on the paladins. She fought back tears as she saw the dead and dying. Wounded were attempting to crawl away, some struggling to breathe. Paladins and warlocks laid strewn on the bloody ground, their crumpled bodies killing her inside.

I'm killing blood elves. Belore... who could possibly be gaining anything here?

She couldn't afford to let the voice of reason distract her. In her demon form, she was on equal footing with a paladin in melee range, but it was a great strain on her. Fatigue soon got the better of her, and she shifted back to her normal form. There was a deafening thud as Regent Lord Theron's sword's hilt split the ground in the center of the battle, knocking everyone back. Nessa's overzealous felguard attacked him immediately, but was dispatched with a single swing from the blade.

No sooner had Nessa spotted the city's leader than a green hand closed around the front of her robes, lifting her off the ground. Thrall had Lafaer in the other hand, and charged to the nearest wall, slamming and pinning both class leaders. This brought the fighting to an abrupt end, with the combatants now unsure whether they should flee or surrender. Nessa struggled to breathe, trying to push the massive orc away with both hands while her legs dangled uselessly a few inches above the ground.

"Stop squirming!" Thrall boomed, causing the two elves in his grasp to go limp in shock.

"Idiots," Theron sighed, "All of you. I will rally priests, to save who we can. It's much too late for some of them, I'm afraid."

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Nessa remained on one knee, watching Thrall pace back and forth. It was the same demeanor he'd held before the battle for Undercity. Karasae was with her, but the two only held hands silently. Thrall had allowed her this much, but had doubled the guard in response. When he finally sat back down in his throne, he spoke.

"Nessa Felwhisper," he took his time before continuing, as if trying to calm himself, "I have just about run out of arguments to keep your head attached to your shoulders. We have been bombarded with letters from your various supporting groups ever since the riot that drove you out of Silvermoon. You can find them among the ashes of my fireplace, or perhaps in Silvermoon's records. I don't care for your people's record keeping and bureaucracy. But curiously enough, I have druids on my doorstep as we speak, asking that you be turned over to them. How did they know about this, I wonder."

"I sent no message to the Cenaurion Circle regarding this battle, warchief."

"Someone obviously did. They offer to remove you from your fellow warlocks and reform you into someone able to stand with the Horde once more. It seems like we both come out ahead with this deal. You get to live, civil war is squelched, and I don't have to deal with the possibility of losing the taunka. Why should I trust the druids in this?"

"I cannot vouch for the druids, for doing so will only lower your opinion of them."

"Clever, but not amusing. Very well. I will leave your sentencing to them. Guards."

A blunt object struck Nessa on the back of the head, knocking her to the ground. Karasae's connection to Azeroth was severed as Nessa's world went black.

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The haze between the waking world and dreams was thick. She wasn't entirely sure if she was yet awake, and didn't have her wits about her enough to analyze the situation.

Was I drugged? Everything looks... sideways...

She tried to move, but her joints felt stiff. She was aching all over.

Was I beaten? I smell blood.

The reality of the world around her suddenly came back all at once. Multiple people around her were hitting her with sticks while she lay bound on the floor. She screamed in pain, fighting to free herself, but the haze returned.

Yes, this has happened several times. I see now. I keep fading to this to escape the pain. The drugs must be wearing off... no... there are no drugs. I'm fading because I'm dying. So much blood...

An odd feeling came over her, as if she was levitating off the ground. She felt as though she were flying through the air.

Is my soul free? I think the beating stopped.

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Laurelin's new patrol route in the Ghostlands could get dangerous at times, but the darkness of the forest suited her. She knew the area well now, and slipping away into the shadows was easy for her. Her job was simple: observe, record, and never, ever engage. Friend or foe, routine or suspicious, everything went into her report.

That night, she saw a group of ten night elf druids moving together and carrying a large sack. She jotted it down and moved on, not giving it much thought at the time. By the time her patrol route came back near that area, she had completely forgotten about it. However, something else got her attention: the smell of blood. Keeping hidden, she followed her nose to the source. It was a closed shack with one window. The window was locked, and she couldn't see through the blinds. Muffled noise came from the shack. It was nondescript, but Laurelin was certain that it was the source of the scent. She picked the lock on the window and carefully entered.

That's when she saw it. Nessa was bound tightly on the floor, being beaten by several druids. She was covered in blood from the strikes. The weapons were particularly nasty sticks with hundreds of thin, barbed spikes on them to tear up the skin where the blows landed. She didn't recognize the blood elf at first - not until the woman screamed. She knew the voice. A moral battle was taking place in her mind. Nessa was Horde, but this was pointlessly brutal. They didn't want information from her; they just wanted to beat her bloody, possibly to death. In a split second decision, she dashed into the room, picked the warlock up, and leaped through the window.

Reality hit Nessa again, and she thrashed wildly, her skin in searing pain. A hand was over her mouth, and the sudden realization that she was no longer being beaten hit her. Fear in her eyes, she looked up at Laurelin, who simply put a finger to her own lips to signal that the warlock should remain silent. Nessa glanced around, noticing for the first time that she was up in a tree.

"She couldn't have gotten far!"

"Forget it. Once a rogue vanishes, they're gone. Especially a night elf. Just keep searching the area. She can't hide forever with the warlock."

Laurelin leaped from tree to tree in an attempt to not leave a scent trail on the ground for the druids to sniff out. When they finally got somewhere the rogue believed would be relatively safe, she got to solid ground and took her hand from the warlock's mouth.

"Nessa, what the hell was that about?"

"I don't know," Nessa sobbed, shaking her head slowly, "I can't remember... I... where am I?"

"You're in Ghostlands. Does that help?"

"But... but I was in Kalimdor. The last thing I remember was being in Orgrimmar."

"Oh Gods... they must have really beat you badly. You're tied up so tightly that it's going to be really hard to set you free without hurting you, so just be patient, okay? I promise I'll get you out of this. I can take you to Tranquillen and they'll get you home."

Nessa started to calm down a bit at the prospect of going home, but something quickly came to mind. She gasped loudly, startling the rogue, who had started to work on freeing her.

"I can't go home."

"What do you mean?"

"They did this to me. Thrall said he was handing me over to the druids... that's the last thing I remember."

"What? Why? That doesn't make any sense. Your own faction wouldn't hand you over to night elves to get beaten to death."

"War broke out between warlocks and paladins. A lot of people died, on both sides. I was the leader of the warlocks, and-"

"Damn it, Nessa. What the hell have you gotten yourself into? Fucking hell. Okay, you can't go home, and you can't stay here, and you can't go home with me because I don't live in neutral territory. What are we going to do with you?" Nessa responded only by sobbing. Laurelin sighed and began stroking the warlock's hair. "Hey... I'm sorry. I'm going to find a way to get you out of this. I already promised."

Freeing Nessa took a long time, since the bondage was more about immobilizing her than making sure she would remain comfortable for any amount of time. As gentle as she tried to be, she was still hurting the warlock. When Nessa was finally freed, she curled up in a fetal position, sobbing. Seeing such a frail side of the woman was disconcerting, but Laurelin knew that she had to maintain calm control over the situation. Anything else would make it even worse for Nessa.

Using what little gauze she had with her, Laurelin bandaged up Nessa as well as she could, and gave her a change of ill-fitting clothing. Nessa looked like a train wreck, but it was the best she could offer. Slowly, she coaxed conversation out of the warlock, piecing together what she could about the situation in Silvermoon. After a while, she had a plan. It wasn't good, and relied on other people heavily, but it was all she had.

"I'm going to stay with you until you can summon a demon," Laurelin began, "Then I'm going to have a warlock get in touch with Horde warlocks. If they still consider you a leader, they should come to your aid. If they can get you to Shattrath, You'll be safe."

"You'll need a vial of my blood. That way, if I have to move, they can still find me."

"Good. I'll come back for you after I deliver the message. Nessa, you know I have to report this, right? I can delay until you are out of here, but they're going to want to know why I've been gone and what happened."

"Won't you get in trouble for helping me?"

"Maybe, but I wasn't going to just sit and watch something that sick. Just focus on getting out of here for now. If this extraction fails, neither of us will have a future to worry about."

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Laurelin looked about Stormwind, trying to size up a likely warlock. She ducked into a bar and glanced about from under her hood, until she saw a human sitting at a table with only his imp for company. She swiftly closed in, silently taking the seat across the table. Before speaking, she smelled the air. He wasn't drunk; he was looking for work.

"I have a job for you."

"I'm listening."

"Deliver a small, fragile item to a warlock in Horde territory, along with a message."

"Doable. Who do I deliver this to, and where do I meet them?"

"I don't rightly care." The man raised an eyebrow and she added, "You need to make the arrangements. All I care is that you get the item to a warlock of the Horde undamaged, and that you deliver the message."

"More difficult, but still doable. And uh," the man leaned over, lowering his voice, "What's in it for me?"

"Don't get any ideas. You'll be paid in gold."

The man leaned back and smirked, chuckling. "Hey, it works more often than you might suspect. Alright, give me the item and the message."

Laurelin handed the man the vial of blood, who quickly tucked it away. "Tell them to prepare to fight druids."

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"Damn you, Derrick," the forsaken hissed, glaring at the human in front of him, "You had better have a reason for calling me out here."

"I was paid to deliver something. My employer never said who this belonged to, but it wasn't too hard to figure out." Derrick handed the forsaken the vial of blood Laurelin had given him. "Oh yes, and she said to pass along a message: 'Prepare to fight druids'."

The forsaken took the vial, and Derrick immediately began to walk away. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Home. Our business is concluded here. What you do with this is none of my concern."

The forsaken called for his steed and began to make his way back to the Undercity. He could simply throw the vial away and forget about it at this point. There was nothing binding him to track anyone down, let alone rescue them. He looked at the vial, considering his options. Roberick had accepted the blood elf warlock initiates that Nessa had ordered to be sent to the Undercity, but he did not accept her authority as a leader. There were no paladins in Undercity, and as a result, there was no way that they would, as a class, be pushed underground. Or further underground, as it were.

Furthermore, with no information to go on, he had to assume this was to be a prison break. After all, she had been taken into custody after the major battle by the gates of Silvermoon, and that was the last time she had been seen. By this point, he had reached the city, and his legs were carrying him as almost an automatic process. He was still looking at the vial and considering what he should do when he got to where the other trainers were. Cassia was there as well, incessantly bombarding a training dummy.

A lot of hate in that one. A shame she hates imps so much. She could make the world burn.

"You can stop for now," he said to the blood elf. She stopped and looked back at him as he continued, "I just received a status report from Silvermoon. Having never been there myself, I want to know enough to put it in perspective. Tell me, what is your opinion of Felwhisper?"

Cassia had no idea what had happened; none of the recruits did. They were purposefully keeping the information from them as long as possible, but it was only a matter of time before someone leaked the truth.

"I do not always agree with her methods," Cassia began carefully, "But I do believe Lady Felwhisper will do whatever she believes is necessary to protect warlocks. Even if that means shipping us off so we don't get in the way of our betters."

Or so you don't end up dead on the battlefield. I see she subscribes to the Rift divination, but you were wrong about the outcome, weren't you, Felwhisper?

"I see. I will prepare a list of people that I want you to gather for me."

"Why? Has something happened?"

"All you need to know is that if you continue asking that question, someone will kill you for it."

Roberick's cold demeanor had always managed to put her in her place and silence any complaint she wanted to voice. As strict as Alamma had been, he was soft compared to Roberick. Despite this, Cassia could find nothing concretely negative to say about the man. She was far stronger than she ever was under her previous instructor, and was being considered for early graduation from initiation. Many warlocks in Silvermoon defaulted to graduation at the age of 120 rather than excelling and proving themselves. She saw now that it was pure laziness.

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Karasae was helping Nessa grind up herbs that grew around their makeshift camp into a clotting agent to stop the bleeding from Nessa's various wounds. The one on her face was the worst. It was diagonal across the eye, making it impossible for Laurelin to bandage with the limited first aid supplies she kept on hand. And because of the bleeding, neither of them could tell if the eye was damaged or not.

Laurelin was dashing through the forest, mostly from the treetops. She moved as quickly as she dared, not wanting to lead the druids to Nessa's position. But she was far away still. Lurking in the bushes much closer was a cloaked feral cat. The massive beast attacked, leaping at Nessa and catching her off guard. She put her left arm up to protect her throat, not having time to do much else to defend herself.

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Roberick addressed a small group of other undead warlocks in Gutterspeak, much to Cassia's annoyance.

"Lady Felwhisper requires an extraction team. I've tracked her to Ghostlands, meaning she is not in prison. We have no other information besides the fact that we may have to fight through druids to get to her."

"You mean 'no longer in prison'," one of them objected, "I'm not helping with a prison break."

As he walked away, Roberick turned to the remaining three. "Well?"

"Everyone who isn't loyal to Felwhisper has already walked away," a woman replied, "But we need more people."

"We do not have time to gather orcs. A handful of blood elves that have not been jailed already may still be loyal to her."

"We cannot go through the orb of translocation or through the front gates without arousing suspicion. The paladins are on high alert now."

"A warlock cannot. A priest can. I want you to pose as a priest."

"How do you expect me to do that?"

"Paladins are stupid. Just walk in without a demon. Go to the warlock's den in Murder Row. If there are any who would stand with her, they will be there."

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As Laurelin approached Nessa's camp, she found Karasae putting the warlock's arm in a sling. A druid was laying dead on the ground, but a broken arm was a serious detriment to Nessa's odds of survival.

"So they found you. How long ago?"

"Very recent. It looks like they're doing circular patrols, each with a half mile further radius."

"Then they're doubling. We might not have much time before the second patrol on this path comes by. If you're right, then this is the fourth ring. We need to get out of range of the fifth, and we need to do it now."

Karasae held Nessa up by placing an arm around her and supporting her at the armpits, taking the warlock's full weight. "Lead."

Laurellin nodded and dashed off, the demon quickly following behind her.

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Mierelle returned with Talionia and Zanien. Roberick growled, thinking for a moment.

"The six of us will have to be enough," he said finally, "This isn't going to get any easier by wasting more time."

"I want to know what exactly is going on here." Cassia said defiantly, glaring at her new instructor.

"And I want to put a dagger in your heart for continuing to pursue this, but I simply don't have the time to clean up the mess."

"Silvermoon has gone to hell since Lady Felwhisper sent you away," Talionia interjected, "There was a full scale battle, with dozens of casualties. And now Felwhisper requires an extraction. I still haven't heard from where."

Cassia blinked, her mouth slightly agape. It was the first she had heard of Silvermoon since she had been sent away, and it wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"And while we're being blunt, if Felwhisper cannot handle this herself, there's no way in hell a child is going to be of any use. Sit down, shut up, and stay the hell out of our way."

As angry as she was, she dared not speak out against her instructor. She knew she was strong. Hate made her stronger. It made her able to ignore that bastard imp. It made her ignore her abhorrence of fire. Or perhaps it was her distaste of those things that made her hate grow, thus increasing her strength. She let out a growling scream of frustration and walked away quickly, her imp following behind her.

"Ignore the brat," Roberick added, "We need to get to Felwhisper before there's nothing left to rescue."

He led the group to the flight master, leading them on bats. When they arrived in Tranquillen, he removed the vial of blood from his robe and performed a quick ritual to find her.

"She moved," he said wearily, "That means she's either been attacked, or is expecting an attack. Let's go."

They summoned felsteeds and rode out, quickly and noisily making their way to Nessa's new location. She was much nearer to Tranquillen than she had been before, partly to avoid the druids and partly to make it easier for the warlocks to find her. When the group of warlocks rode up to her and Laurelin, she knew they had made the right choice.

"Lady Felwhisper!" Talionia exclaimed, getting off of her mount, "You look like a vagabond!"

"Nice to see you too, Talionia. Let's get the hell out of here."

"What's a night elf doing here?"

"She's the only reason I was able to send a message out to you all."

"Are you well enough to ride?"

"I damned well better be. Laurelin-" she turned to the rogue and switched back to common, "Thank you for everything. I owe you my life."

"This is as far as I go, Nessa. I will go to Shattrath to see you after this extraction."

With that, the rogue vanished. Nessa called on her felsteed, and with help from Karasae, climbed on. Karasae jumped on in front of her and took the reins, much to the steed's ire. The demon horse beneath them snorted, but accepted Nessa's commands despite someone else holding the reins. They trotted off towards the Undercity, following Roberick's lead. He already had a plan, and he had no doubt that it would work. He just wasn't sure how many would die along the way.

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Cassia left the walls of the ruins of Lordaeron to clear her head. It was either that or find her new favorite dark ranger to blow off some steam, but she was troubled from the news she had heard. Neria wasn't the type to listen to her feelings, and she wasn't the type to express them. They didn't make love; they fucked, and they both felt better afterward. Cassia had a nearly explosive passion from her pent up rage that drew Neria to her. Some might say they were using each other, but Cassia preferred to think of it the way a goblin would: it was simply a fair transaction.

But this wasn't just rage now. She was very worried about her home, her family, and her people. She couldn't help but wonder if the reason they kept it from her was that it was an atrocity. And if it was, what was the state of Silvermoon now? What were the warlocks doing without a leader? She walked down the road toward Western Plaguelands, more thinking than paying attention to where she was going. She heard the gallop of several horses and looked up. Nessa's escort was approaching, clearly moving toward the zeppelin. She recognized her instructor immediately, but because of the facial injury, did not recognize Nessa until they blew past her.

"Felwhisper?" she exclaimed in shock.

She looked toward the group of warlocks, but something caught her attention in her peripheral vision, making her look back toward the gate at the entrance to Western Plaguelands. In a flash of light, a paladin mounted his own steed and gave chase to the group. Cassia glared at the man, baring her teeth.

Is this what my people are afraid of? Is this what has managed to keep us oppressed for so long? Is this what killed my comrades?

As he got close, fire erupted around the warlock, making the horse rear up. A large ball of flame engulfed the horse and its rider, sending them both to the ground. Cassia poured seemingly endless flame at the grounded paladin, stopping only when she was certain he was dead. Her fiery display instantly caught the attention of the other paladins, who quickly mounted up as well. Before they could close in on her, she vanished. The small group of paladins was confused for just a moment, before beginning to look for where she could have teleported. She was hiding in the bushes nearby, readying a massive spell in an attempt to kill them all at once. A hand covered her mouth and pulled her into the bushes as a dagger impaled her imp, making it fade away.

"Stupid slut!" Neria hissed in the warlock's ear, "You cannot burn the world alone!"

Cassia fought back, eliciting a sigh of annoyance from the dark ranger. Neria put her in a choke hold, cutting off the blood supply to the warlock's brain. Within seconds, she was unconscious, and the dark ranger was able to drag her away.

Roberick chuckled to himself as he looked down from the zeppelin at the pile of smoldering metal that was once a paladin. "That's one of the initiates you sent to me, Lady Felwhisper. Looks like she bought us some time."

Nessa looked down, finding it difficult to focus with only one eye. "Which one?"

"Cassia Sunspire."

"Good work with her. One day, she will help us retake Silvermoon."

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Cassia woke up on a cold rack. She tried to get up, but found her wrists and ankles in thick cotton straps. The straps were pulled tight, not giving her any play. She thrashed and screamed in anger, using every ounce of her strength.

"Don't bother," Neria said calmly from a chair nearby, "You can't break through those restraints."

"Let me go!" Cassia shrieked, continuing to fight her bonds.

Neria sighed and stood up, walking over to the rack. She grabbed Cassia by the throat with one hand and held her head still. "Listen to me, bitch. Killing one distracted paladin doesn't make you a deity. Unless your plan is to get hacked to bits, listen to your betters. Warlocks resort to ambushes for a reason. The battle that no one would tell you about? The warlock casualties were nearly three times higher than the paladin casualties. The warlocks that did make a difference were the ones that knew what the fuck they were doing. They trained for decades. The dead ones were like you - more anger than sense."

"Felwhisper didn't train as long as a lot of the people she leads," she retorted through gritted teeth, "They said she has natural ability with the demonic arts. Well so do I. I'm not the weak little girl I was when I first got here!"

"No, you're not! You're much stupider than the weak little girl you were when you first got here! Do you want to throw your life away? Tell me that's what you want!"

"Why the hell do you care, anyway? Surely you can find someone else to fuck if our salvation is too inconvenient for you!"

"I care..." Neria began, climbing onto the rack to straddle the warlock, all the while keeping one hand on the bound woman's neck, "Because I want to have a part in something as interesting and potentially great as you. I care because I watched you become a woman from a scared little girl. But mostly, I care..." she leaned in and kissed the warlock softly on the lips, "Just because I care."

The dark ranger's change in tone gave Cassia pause. When she finally replied, her voice had softened considerably as well. "I'm not in the mood, Neria."

"Perhaps, but you are in the position."

Cassia gasped and grinned, tugging at her restraints, but more playfully this time. "I'll scream rape."

"Oh you'll scream," Neria replied with a grin of her own, reaching down and removing her own belt, "But I would argue that we have yet to find out just -what- you will be screaming."

Cassia squirmed under the dark ranger's touch, gasping as the adrenaline rush of her compromising position overwhelmed her. Not fully consenting to the other woman's wandering fingers turned her on more than she had thought it would, but it shouldn't have come as a surprise. Ever since she'd moved to the Undercity, she had become addicted to a sort of "bad girl" mentality. Things that good girls didn't do excited her, and she was always chasing the next high. Murder, sex, and demon magic were always on her mind, driving her to become more ruthless, more powerful, and more sexual.

Neria's piercing, red eyes commanded her full attention. Staring into the undead elf's eyes, she let out cries of pleasure from the shocking, feather-light touches on sensitive areas of her exposed skin. Neria touched the warlock's breasts through her robe, making her twist and pull at the straps. The dark elf's fingers found their way under Cassia's robe and teased her midsection before finally making their way down to her panties.

"Still want to be let go?" Neria teased.

Cassia shook her head and bit her lip. Any situation where Neria was touching her was favorable to her. A finger slipped under the warlock's panties and inside her, while Neria leaned over and kissed her deeply to muffle the resulting screaming. Cassia pushed her hips up, signaling her lover to go faster. Neria didn't. Cassia had a higher sex drive, but Neria had more experience. The younger woman was too focused on getting to climax as fast as possible, and absolutely lost her mind to lust when Neria took her time. The dark ranger withdrew her finger and put it in Cassia's mouth, pulling it out once the girl had licked it clean.

"Neria, please..."

"You're begging already? I didn't actually even want to make you beg today. I don't think you can handle it. Not yet, anyway."

"Tell me what you want from me!"

"Everything."

Neria crawled down between the warlock's legs and planted a kiss through the thin panties before pulling them aside. Her tongue darted out, quickly flicking Cassia's clit back and forth. The bound warlock screamed loudly, quickly approaching her climax. She shuddered and bucked her hips, thrashing in place as the orgasm tore through her like thunder. From past experience, Neria had learned that she needed to let the poor girl rest for a bit after she came. Though Cassia was multiorgasmic to a degree, a single climax would nearly cause her to pass out. She crawled up and gently kissed her prize, smiling softly.

As her vision slowly returned, she saw Neria looking down at her. Her world had gone white from the explosion of pleasure. Neria was entirely too much for her, and that appealed to her immensely. When she finally had her wits about her, she managed to register that her lover was naked now.

"Like what you see?"

"Mad that I can't touch what I see."

Cassia tugged on her restraints to emphasize her point. The dark ranger simply giggled and crawled up to straddle her face. Neria grabbed the back of Cassia's head and pulled it toward her, making the woman taste her wetness. Cassia's tongue flitted out quickly - too quickly for her lover's liking.

"Slow, baby," Neria cooed, "Lick me nice and slow."

If nothing else, Cassia was good at following Neria's instructions. She wanted desperately to give the forsaken the pleasure she deserved, to one day read her body's every twitch and react accordingly, to know innately what to do and when. For now, she would have to try to gauge Neria's reactions and listen.

"Ah! Faster!" Cassia sped up on command, but only a little. "Faster!"

The urgency in Neria's shriek made her lick as fast as she could. Grabbing Cassia's hair, the dark ranger shuddered and screamed. Her juices gushed out, surprising her bound lover. Cassia struggled helplessly as Neria squirted, the result running down the sides of her face and into her mouth. Even after coming down from the climax, Neria was tensed, trembling and holding Cassia's head in place. The warlock swallowed what she could, and continued to lick obediently, but Neria pulled away quickly. Panting, the undead climbed off of Cassia's face and laid on top of her.

"I've never seen you... do that." Cassia said softly.

"Which part?" Neria grinned, brushing hair out of her face.

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The group of warlocks disembarked in Howling Fjord, and were immediately greeted by an armed guard led by High Executor Anselm.

"Not a step further," Anselm growled, "The Kor'kron guard is on its way to retrieve Felwhisper."

"High Executor," Roberick replied calmly, "She cannot fall into orc hands. She surrendered willingly before, and it earned her the right to be tortured by night elves."

"Lies. Thrall would never hand anyone over to night elves. What really happened to you, Felwhisper?"

"There are blank spots in my memory," Nessa replied weakly, "Perhaps from the blows to the head, but it was so severe that another night elf stepped in to rescue me."

"We will verify this. Tompkins! Check her injuries!"

Another forsaken led Nessa into a building. She began quietly unwrapping the bandages to check Nessa's wounds. Anselm shook his head at Roberick.

"You can't possibly think we're going to let her go."

"I do. Your medic will see what type of injuries she has, and you will know that no Horde prison would do that."

Nessa limped out, aided by Karasae, and Sally approached Anselm. She whispered to him, making him lean toward her from his steed.

"Night elf barbed sticks. Her tibia is cracked along the length as well. I don't think she knows about that. And she might lose the eye."

Anselm nodded and straightened back up. "Alright, warlock. We cannot simply let you go." Pointing to a heap of rubble, he added, "Make it look convincing." One of the blood elves with them sent a fireball at it. The heap exploded, debris raining all over the camp. "Now hurry."

The group went to the flight master and took several bats, leaving Vengeance Landing behind. They flew north, toward Dalaran. When the Kor'kron arrived at the landing, Anselm had his people putting out fires.

"I see you had guests," one of the orcs said.

"How astute," Anselm replied, "Yes, your warlocks came through here. They flew north."

"They're going to Dalaran. We'll head them off."

He nodded to a troll, who began opening a portal. They stepped through, and set up at Krausus' Landing, ready to intercept anything that landed.

"Our intelligence suggests that Felwhisper is badly injured. Ignore it. Her demon form is a Class 2 threat, with or without perfect health."

The group of warlocks landed at Sunreaver's Command. The lightly guarded outpost wasn't expecting them, and largely ignored them. On Roberick's command, they all mounted up and rode toward Violet Stand. The move to dodge Krausus' Landing was costly on time, and he knew that the Kor'kron wouldn't be fooled for long. Using the teleport crystal, they ended up in the center of the city, very close to the gathering of portals. He ushered the others to them first, watching their rear flank. As he feared, the Kor'kron came charging down the stairs after them.

"They're onto us!" Roberick growled, "Get Felwhisper to safety!"

Karasae picked up Nessa and ran through the Shattrath portal, followed by the other warlocks. Roberick called down an infernal to block the Kor'kron's way and entered after them. The stone demon barely lasted a few seconds against the elite of the Horde's military, but it served its purpose. When it crumbled, the orc in the lead put his hand out to stop his squad from going after the warlocks.

"We can still catch them in Dalaran!"

"No. Our orders were clear. If they make it to Shattrath, do not pursue them."

Nessa and her escort stepped out of the portal in Shattrath, immediately gaining the attention of the guards. A draenei approached the group.

"This way. Take her to the Scryers if she needs a healer."

"Thank you..." Nessa replied weakly, her full weight now on the demon.

They rushed her to the lift to the Scryer's tier. Once there, Talionia ran ahead of the group to find a healer. She returned with a priest, who instructed them to take Nessa to a cot and lay her down. The priest started on Nessa's eye, determined to save the fragile organ.

What a mess. Broken bones, damaged eye, and a lot of future scars. I'm going to be up all night with this one.

Fitting with her expectations, Nessa fell asleep before the priest was done. When she awoke, she saw the woman sleeping next to her on another cot. Karasae had stayed up to watch over her through the night. Rather than wake the woman, they elected to go outside. However, the priest was a light sleeper, and woke up as soon as they began to walk away. She walked with them, talking to Karasae about Nessa's condition. Nessa paid little attention, looking at her reflection in the water of the fountain. She touched the pink scar across her face and closed her eyes, sitting on the ledge of the fountain.

She opened her eyes and walked to the edge of the tier, looking down at the ground. She closed her eyes again and spread her arms, leaning forward.

It's a long drop, but six feet isn't that much further down.

"Hey," a hand touched her face gently and Nessa opened her eyes. Karasae was smiling weakly at her, sitting next to her on the ledge of the fountain. "At least she saved the eye."

The touch was enough. Karasae knew what Nessa was thinking. The warlock cursed herself for letting the demon see that. She stood up and looked out over the city.

"Don't worry about me. It was a foolish thought. People have tried to kill me, and I would be doing them a favor by succeeding where they failed. They have done nothing to receive a favor from me."

Karasae hugged her from behind and looked out over the city with her. "What's your plan now?"

"We need to rebuild our ranks. But before that, I want to know who the hell killed that paladin and organized an army on my behalf. A warlock wants me dead, and I intend to find out who."
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