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Mistery	By : BurneHazard Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All content is owned by Blizzard Entertainment. I make no money from this. The characters portrayed in this work of fiction are those I created to play in World of Warcraft. This is another look into the role-play of their lives.

Chapter List
- 1-Mistery
- 2-Chapter 02
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            It was late evening before they finally reached the outskirts of Tranquillien. Even though the Scourge-marked region had long since been cleared of the unholy blight of undead, there were still creatures left that posed their own obstacles. Even years after life had moved on from the tragedy and horror, little had changed in the small town. The buildings still resembled the ruins they had been since Arthas last invaded the elven lands. Repairs had been made but apparently they melded into the gloomy tableau too well.
            The stablemaster was understandably grumpy to be pulled away from his supper in order to tend the two mounts. A few extra coins kept the elf's mumbles to a minimum as he took charger and tiger to their stalls to groom and feed before bedding them down for the night. Since he carried little in way of supplies or personal items, Ðevar left Jastan to tend his gear and retrieve whatever things he wished to keep with him. With staff in one hand and the other securely on the strap of his pack, he made his way to the inn.
            Reconstruction of the little town had included the rise of marble leading up to the inn's front door. He discovered as much when the end of his staff found no cracks or holes that he might otherwise have tripped upon. And there was that familiar sense of knowing at one time it had been far harder to miss tripping at least once on the slope even when one could see. That was how his memories always came. Familiarity or vague knowledge that seemed belated information rather than experience tied to his perception.
            Mind wandering, he was unaware of when he reached the inn's doorway. Only the sudden perception of warning drew him from his thoughts. He barely had enough time to brace--and weight slammed into him. Unconsciously, he had prepared for one flying body. Two bodies hit him. It was enough to unbalance him and send all three crashing to the floor amidst a happy wet-sounding yelp and a cackle of laughter. Something caught his head and prevented it from striking the stone floor.
            "Eyelids flutter elf!" came from the laughing one. He knew then who it was that had pounced him. Rather, who and what.
            "Hello to you too, Bones. And mutt," Ðevar muttered disgruntledly.
            The felhound that had pounced him along with the cackling Forsaken whined and slobbered on him. He felt the ticklish-sharp prods from the primary two sensory stalks checking him over as the beast withdrew enough the full weight was not pinning him down. The Forsaken however used that moment to pretty much re-glomp him, bony arms pinning one of his to his side and nearly crushing his ribcage.
            Suddenly another presence loomed above him and Ðevar tensed instantly. A sharp inhalation carried the scents of metal, leather, meat...and oddly hay to him. He relaxed with recognition just as Bones yelped and her weight was removed.
            "Back off ya runt! Let the elf breathe already. Go pester that fel-thing's master!" the gruff voice snapped.
            A large hand fell to Ðevar's upper arm and he found himself yanked up into the air only to be placed lightly on his feet. Vertigo caused him to stumble and waver but the grip kept him mostly steady. There was a deadly strength in the hand holding him, but no threat. He was not worried either since he was familiar with the touch and the voice.
            "Thanks, Kro. But she's harmless. It's just been a while since she last tackled me."
            Snorting, the massive orc warrior just gave the elf a light shove to send him swaying a step in the direction of other voices. Bones was still cackling and chattering silly nonsense from the same direction. Kroback Madwolf yanked a chair away from one of the tables and kicked another one out for the elf to sit.
            "I know that, long-ears. Why do you think she ain't just a smear on the floor?"
            Ðevar merely smiled as he took the offered seat and relaxed a little. Turning his head and listening, he was able to pick up on the presences of several others. There were at least twenty gathered in the inn. And many of the voices or auras were familiar to him.
            "Gruff as always. I have to wonder though...if my senses are correct, there are more here tonight than have lived in this place for years. And last I knew, you still had something to settle with the orc in the corner. Didn't you swear on your father's grave to have his head mounted over your barrack's hearth?"
            Kroback grunted and grabbed his mug from the table to bring it up to his lips. "Yeah. He ain't dead yet. I'm getting to it. But some things come before personal grudges."
            The elf merely smiled and shifted to relax back in the chair. He turned his head a little to gain a slightly better feel of those nearby before reaching back to tilt the staff so it leaned against the back of his chair in easy reach. Only then did he start to extend his senses to figure out the others in the place. Faint tendrils of turquoise-hued mist began to drift across the floor and form on the ground about various feet.
            Bones was a table or two away. Her cold, patchy aura was near a darker, electric taint. That was the felhound. A very thin thread bound the demon to another presence near Bones that almost burned with darkness and a cool shred of control. Making note of the warlock, he extended his perception once more. There was a dusty, rather musty sensation with a touch of gunpowder to it that belonged to a forsaken hunter seated at the bar beside a cold patch of moss and decay he knew was a death knight of past association.
            He picked up a large section of cool shadow mixed with steel and vaguely warm sunlight against the far wall. It took him a moment of consideration before he could pick apart the three unique yet utterly similar presences. A trio of priests, each one with a different specialization in their skills. With them was an unfamiliar presence that felt and moved like leaves on water. He noted it and let his focus move on.
            Many in the inn's common room were familiar to him in some form although many were not. All seemed to have something in common though: they were powerful. Voices returned to his perception as he turned his head back toward Kroback. The orc had only just downed his drink and let the mug fall back to the table.
            "So, what could be so important you would pass up a chance at taking Lontar's head?" he asked the warrior.
            Kroback grunted, "Alliance."
            Elven ears perked slightly, causing a visible twitch of motion. Now Ðevar's focus was entirely on the orc.
            "Are you planning another attempt on Stormwind, Kro? That last one did not go well at all for either side."
            "Fel no! What would I want that runty king's head for these days? No, this isn't about Stormwind. It's something else."
            Ðevar frowned, his brows furrowing and causing the blindfold to crinkle across the bridge of his nose. "I'm not good at guessing games, Kro. Just spill it."
            The orc was quiet for a few moments. Instead of answering, he evaded the question by asking, "Did you bring the druid I told you to?"
            Sighing, the elf fixed the warrior with a glare that not even the blindfold could conceal. At about that moment, a lull fell over the gathering. Without needing to focus, Ðevar knew the cause. Primarily because of the familiar, heavy footsteps clanking slightly regardless of how softly the other elf attempted to move.
            "No. Your missive reached me when I was rather occupied with some work. I could not contact the druid. Jastan was the one who had picked me up on the job so to speak."
            "Talking about me again, Ðevar? Might at least wait until I'm drunk to do that. These ears aren't just for show," Jastan said as he came to their table. The conversation had resumed without a hitch. Reaching out, the monk slid one of the remaining two empty chairs out for the blood knight. The solid thump and additional clanking signaled the other elf had taken it for the invitation it was.
            "I wanted a druid. Not sure just how much help this paladin can be."
            "I'm not a *paladin*, knucklehead. I'm a Blood Knight."
            The growl was clearly audible as Kroback's proverbial hackles raised. "You're not a druid, elf. And that's what I told him to bring. What use do you think YOU can have in a fight?"
            Jastan regarded the warrior across from him. But it was the monk who answered with, "He's well trained in protection of others, Kro. And while he's no healer, he has had practice in aiding healers as well. Since you didn't tell me why you needed a druid, and since Jast offered to accompany me without asking questions, I accepted his help."
            Kroback snorted at that announcement but it seemed to smooth his ruffled fur down once more. He started to take another drink only to realize his mug was empty. Rather than signal the inn keeper for another, he tossed it aside and turned to rest his arms on the table. It caused him to face Jastan but his head turned to keep the blindfolded monk in his sight.
            "I had a druid in the plan because they can use stealth to conceal their presence as well as incapacitate an enemy quickly enough while offering the chance at healing during the fight. Since you say this...elf...can do something of that line, I hope you're right. But I seriously would have preferred you bring that druid."
            Ðevar frowned again before shifting to lean forward. "Kro. Enough. Just tell me what it is that has you so worked up you're willing to sit in league with some you have personal grudges against, and why you're suddenly so cloak-and-dagger about this entire issue. I don't have the faintest idea what's going on here."
            "We had a tip from a very reliable source. Alliance are on the move. And they intend to finally wipe Silvermoon off the map...on their way to Lor'themar."
            Jastan sat up straighter and studied the orc. "That's been tried before. Alliance are always trying to raid Silvermoon, or Undercity, or Org--"
            "Trying, yes. But this isn't just any random Alliance raid. It's going to be more than forty soldiers this time." Kroback's features were grim enough that even Jastan found himself staying quiet to listen. "This time...they're coming with over a hundred."
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