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Redemption	By : Larien Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3589 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4
Kisei is pronounced 'Key-say'

It had only been seconds but the healers were taking too long. He would have to carry her there himself. Illidan picked up his Lieutenant and raced to the infirmary- which was largely empty save for a few poor souls.
He stopped the first healer he saw, “You! Tauren, treat my Lieutenant. She has a deep wound in her side and she is losing blood quickly”
A male Tauren pointed to a table and Illidan carefully laid her down. The healer wasted no time cutting the garment around her wound to get a better look and motioned his Troll assistant over to help clean the wound. Illidan watched as the two began to work on his injured lieutenant. The Tauren had a broad build that was common among his kind. His fur was the color of smoke, with patches of deep black at various points. One of his horns had been sheared off in the middle. Illidan guessed there might be a corresponding scar on his shoulder from where the weapon had struck. His assistant was a female Troll. Her skin was sky blue, while her hair, styled in a mohawk, was a deep vermillion. She had small curved tusks, and several ear piercings, as well as a nose ring.
"Zaz'tik, review the smaller cuts,” the Tauren instructed his assistant while he began to apply a stabilization flow to Larienel’s main wound.
Kisei turned to Illidan, “My name is Kisei Stonehoof, chief healer on duty. What happened here?” asked the Tauren throwing a suspicious look in Illidan’s direction his eyes landing on the bloody warglaive hanging from Illidan's belt.
“We were sparring. My Lieutenant believed that impaling herself on my blade to land a blow to my arm would impress me,” and he looked at her unconscious form with some irritation. What on Azeroth had she been thinking?
Kisei glanced briefly at Illidan’s arm. He did indeed have a deep blade wound there but was he telling the truth? It didn’t matter at this moment. He called another healer over and instructed them to see to Illidan’s arm, “What is your Lieutenant's name?”
“Larienel” he pulled his arm away from the healer trying to tend to him,“I do not need medical attention” he growled. Ignoring Illidan entirely, Kisei filled some more things out on Larienel’s chart while the healer tending to Illidan grabbed his arm back and began cleaning it much to his irritation.
"Do you think me dim? Sparring is a valuable part of training," Kisei began to let up on the channeling of the stabilization to take a look to see the effects. "Yet, sparring does not look like this. Why would anyone throw themselves onto a blade? Where were the combat inhibitors and why did they not intervene?”

Illidan let out an irritated sigh, “I deactivated them to show her the true threat of the demons we face. This was not something she was unaware of!”
Kisei leveled a look of disdain at Illidan, "You do realize doing that is strictly prohibited. This is a complete disregard for her life. Were you trying to kill her?!"
The demon lord raised his eyebrow as if these rules had no meaning to him, “She was being punished for a transgression. I would not have removed them if I believed she needed them. I would not be foolish enough to kill my chief strategist.”
Kisei took a moment, and looked towards the demon lord while Zaz'tik prepared the crystalline tools the Vindicaar provided, deciding he had wasted enough time interrogating Illidan while there was work to be done, "Thank you for the details. We will now begin to operate as we have managed to slow most of her bleeding. Please see yourself to the waiting area, we will alert you once we have the results of the surgery.”
Not one to take orders Illidan brought his full glare on Kisei, “Do you believe I will simply wait with the rest of those fools out there? I will remain right here!” and his body language said he wasn’t going anywhere.
Kisei furrowed his brow, took a deep breath and relaxed his face, "It is dangerous to have someone who is unsanitized in our operating room. You will need to leave." Kisei turned to face Illidan and took a step towards him as he ushered a Blood Elf nurse over to assist Zaz'tik.
Illidan gave Kisei a disgusted snarl but he would obey. He did not want any further harm to come to his Lieutenant.
"Zaz'tik let's get started," Kisei sheathed his hands in yellow golden energy to form a shimmering glove. As Kisei turned Zaz'tik noticed that a small hoof indent was pressed into the floor.
"Eh, mah boss man. Iz bin a lun time sinz I seenz ya get ready tah stamp the ground. Glah u didn't do it boss!" Zaz'tik let out a cackle laugh, and conjured her shimmering gloves.

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The surgery had been quick but intense, and as Kisei ignited holy fire around his fingertip to cauterize the final bit of internal bleeding Larienel stirred awake with her eyes darting rapidly around the room, searching for her master.
"Welcome back to the living, Larienel."
Her eyes finally landed on Kisei and she frowned “Where is Lord Illidan? Who are you?”
Kisei sat next to the makeshift bed, “My name is Kisei Stonehoof, and that is my assistant Zaz’tik. Illidan is outside awaiting the results of our operation. However we want to talk a bit about your accident for our records. We want to ensure our documentation is complete. How are you feeling?"
Her frown didn't leave her face, “I feel irritated I have to answer these questions. I lay here with a blade wound in my side. How do you think I feel?”

"Precisely. We need to know how you feel. You have a blade wound caused by someone on this ship who disabled safety features. This is not standard for us to see. How did you get that wound?"
Larienel’s surprise only lasted for a second understanding where he was going with this line of questioning and her features became a perfect poker face her tone impassive, “My Lord turned off the safety inhibitors in order to show me the true strength of the enemy we face. I was aware of what he did. He informed me as the fight began.”
"Zaz'tik please make note of this, to ensure it is known she was aware of the inactive inhibitors. My only concern, Larienel, is that wound is not consistent with the pain inducers of the training room. This wound is from an actual blade. How did you get that?"
“After the simulation, Lord Illidan and I sparred with our own weapons. It is a training room is it not?”
"Yes but utilization of live weapons is not standard, for a sparring session this cut is deep," To illustrate his point Kisei motioned how deeply her wound was by using his fingers to point on his forearm the depth of her wound, “We are concerned for your safety.”
Larienel ignored him entirely, “You keep my master waiting too long, Tauren”
‘’Your master is always impatient from what I hear, today he will learn to have some patience," Kisei laughed, "All of you soldiers seem to want to impress your commanders. We aren't trying to be difficult, young one, but oftentimes with major wounds such as this we must check all aspects. We only want to make sure," The Tauren offered her some water.
Larienel took the water gratefully-she was parched now that she thought about it. Attempting to sit up and take a drink she fell back with a grunt holding her side and dropped it on the floor.
As she fell Kisei grabbed her and gently laid her back with a furrowed brow, "Hmm. I did not think it would still hurt this much. This is abnormal. Zaz'tik another water please,” Once Zaz’tik handed the drink to Kisei, he helped Larienel as she drank it, “The reason we ask such questions is because of this very thing. We know this hurts more than you are showing. Now, we must know what happened during the sparring match to make this so deep and painful?"
She sighed and stared at the ceiling avoiding Kisei and Zaz’tik’s gazes, “I tried too hard to impress him. I landed a blow but had to get in too close to land it. The fault is entirely mine. If my lord intended to truly harm me do you believe he would have taken me here?”
Kisei rolled his eyes but he had a smile on his face, "You hero types are all the same, far too eager to do anything to show how great you are," Kisei sat back in his chair looking relieved. "Until we know specifics much of this can have serious potential risks. So you stepped into it, huh? That explains a lot about the shape and depth. You know that won't work a lot of the time right? You usually just end up dead."
Zaz'tik cackled loudly at the Tauren’s reprimand. Kisei let a huff out shaking his head and began to notate Larienel’s record.
She gave him an absolutely withering look, “What would you know of combat, healer?”
Kisei just smiled and walked over to a pouch near his bag, and pulled out a few small items with metallic clinks, “The art of healing itself is a battle, where the opponent is death itself. It is not only the wound that threatens the body, we must also prevent infection. There are so many ways this could occur, you could almost say they are Legion," Kisei snorted at his own joke, "And that is just the physical healing. Too often we forget that we must also heal the spirit of the wounded. They deal with feelings such as shame, regret, and embarrassment," Kisei gave her a knowing look, and Larienel colored slightly at the pointed comment.
Kisei's words rang especially true to Larienel, who had spent millennia as a priestess, however, before she could get too lost in her recollections Kisei continued his story handing her three small medallions. One a crimson red icon of a flaming spear with emerald and gold. The other a star with iron and an inlaid pearl oval, and the last being shaped out of what appears to be a chitinous insect hide.
"But, I suppose you were asking in the general sense,” he mused, "These are badges from participating in some of the greatest conflicts known to this world. From the Gates of Ahn'qiraj, the Sunwell Plateau, and even the Argent Tournament. Zaz'tik has been with me for most of them as well. Through all that time I usually don't have someone get quite so aggressive with me, especially with a hole that big in them."
Larienel looked genuinely surprised, “How is it you came to be doing this” she gestured to her wound, “instead of on the battlefield with me?”
"It is our rotation to be aboard the ship rather than in the field. We were just taking inventory of this room when you and Illidan decided that we were open. Now let me help take the edge off," Kisei laid his hand upon her stomach and it began to glow white. Larienel felt the pain being pushed down, it felt as if it was so heavy that it simply fell out of her. She began to feel calmness as the pain became a dull ache.
Letting out a relieved sigh and seeming more relaxed she finally questioned Kisei, “Why has it not healed?”
"We are at a loss for now. We discovered shortly into the procedure that this was not normal. We have seen a similar effect on certain species with regeneration and an effect that prevents it. Your body seems to be rejecting our positive energy. However, the wound seems to be receptive to the neutral energies such as ones that relieve or prevent injuries. The issue appears to be only with our restorative energies. Have you ever been this injured before?”
Larienel looked grim, “Elune has forsaken me it seems. She does not wish me to heal.”
Kisei gave her a stern look, "I do not believe the Eye of the Earth Mother has turned her gaze away from you, child. On the contrary, I believe it may be more related to the physical changes your body went through because of your transformation. Do you believe your goddess has some reason to stop our healing efforts?”
She frowned, “I was her daughter a lifetime ago. This is her punishment for my choice to become this it seems”
"We noticed your markings. You are are Illidari? Part demon-part elf?’
“Excellent observation,” she retorted dryly
"The effects of your transformation are relatively new to us and we do not have much experience with your kind. We understand the Fel Energy flows through you, but we don't know much about how you work internally, and all we know about your combat style is that you prefer hit and run techniques that minimize your time in hand to hand, preferring quick killing blows versus defensive fighting. Have you been injured critically in this way before?"
She scoffed, “Certainly not!”
"Interesting," Kisei placed more notes on the board. "I think we need to have a serious talk before we get Illidan. This wound, if unable to heal, could potentially end your career as a front line warrior."
Larienel looked genuinely alarmed, “I must be able to fight! Lord Illidan will take this news well,” As always, she was more concerned about what her master thought than her own well being.
"You all want to impress your leaders, even at the cost of yourself. I have seen this bring down many great would be heroes. We get here by making sure we know when and how to push ourselves. Do you feel this is how you should push yourself?”
“I have no use otherwise”
"Everyone has a use, no matter what their role is. So you will need to understand this could be weeks or even months for this wound to heal in it's current state. It may even never recover. You have two choices. You can put on your face for your lord and fail him the instant you raise your weapon. Or you can take some time to recover. We will need to figure out what this is and how we can work with it."
She forced herself to sit up again, “You are very kind, Tauren, but you do not understand. If I am of no use to Master Illidan then I have no use at all. I have left my temple, I have turned my back on my people and my goddess. It was only in the Outlands with the other Illidari that I have ever found companionship and a purpose again. If Lord Illidan dismisses me, then I will truly have nothing. I am half-demon; I can not go back and live with the Night Elves, and even the Mother would not accept me back as her daughter, even if I found a place to call home. Please,” she pleaded “Keep my master waiting no longer and allow him entry.”
Kisei nodded and left the room to explain to Illidan Larienel’s situation before returning.
Her eyes were narrowed in suspicion, “What have you said to him?”
"You may be angry with me all you want, but I told him the truth. He knows how the operation went, and what we have discovered."
She looked nervous, “And?”
Kisei opened the door to lead Illidan into the room, "Illidan, as you can see she exhibits some of the same signs as demons as far as resistance to restorative magics. We had to use concentrations of holy fire to burn and cauterize the wound during the operation. And our most traditional invasive tools were not effective.”
Illidan looked both concerned and fascinated. He leaned down and very lightly inspected her wound. Light as his touch was the area was still sensitive and she grit her teeth unwilling to show pain as her master inspected her.
Noticing her face Kissi continued on attempting to distract Illidan but Illidan would not turn towards him, “Your Lieutenant exhibits defenses and traits of demons, and we happen to know your warblades inflicted this wound. It's effects are famed on demons, but it is unknown what the effects on Night Elves are. She appears to be a special case from what we can gather. She is incredibly resilient; this wound would have killed anyone else. We are unable to heal her properly, and we won't even know how to take care of her, besides studying and seeing if it heals itself.”
Larienel cut in quickly, “If I can not fight I am still able to do my duty. I can still plan your raids from here, my Lord.”
Guilt welled up in Illidan upon hearing her diagnosis, and seeing her still soldiering on for him-he had not missed the look of pain on her face when he had touched her. Yet though this may be his fault for taking the training too far, she chose to do what she did. His anger began to build. He did not have time for this interruption when he was so close to victory, “Fool, look what you have done. You leave me without a strategist. Every day the Legion grows more clever, more powerful, and everyday you are here I must now do your job for you. You disappoint me, Illidari!”
Larienel looked away, “You are right my Lord, I should never have done this. I do not know what I was thinking. I have failed you. Please, forgive me.”
Ignoring her plea Illidan continued, “Perhaps this was an example of your tactical brilliance, Illidari. How do propose you perform your duties while bedridden? Shall we move the command center to this tiny room? Or must we wheel you on a stretcher to the war room because you have not the strength to even stand without aid? How do you expect to make battle decisions from the field if you are confined to the Vindicaar. No, Illidari, as of now, you cannot do your duties, and as such are worthless to me at the present time.”
Larienel’s eyes flew to his in disbelief and she let out an audible gasp of shock. His words had cut her far deeper than his blade ever had. She had been one of the chosen four that Illidan had hand picked to join him on the Vindicaar, and now how quickly she had gone from elite to worthless in one sparring session. Would he allow her to redeem herself a second time? “Master, please…,” her voice broke afraid that with his next words he would dismiss her from his service entirely.
Illidan could feel the pain and shame that his words had on his Lieutenant; such was the connection he shared with his Illidari, but the look on his face was not a sympathetic one. Yet before he could lay into her again, Kisei stepped in, and he gave Illidan a fierce stare, “Illidan, might I remind you of your place for just a moment. I believe the last time you truly inspired someone was when you died. Are the legends of you true? That you truly have no compassion and everyone is merely a pawn in the Betrayer’s schemes? Is Larienel but another piece to draw power from, to pull her energy and leave her dying to prove a point? You scream the word ‘sacrifice’ among the halls of the Vindicaar, but all that echoes are the sounds of your personal failures. Do not forget in whose clinic you currently stand, Stormrage! Everyone here is my patient first, and that includes your lieutenant. I don’t presume to step into your training sessions and remind you not to impale your own warriors.”
Illidan’s eyes flared dangerously, “You impudent-,” he began, but was quickly cut off by the Tauren
“I AM NOT FINISHED!” Kisei bellowed with such fury that even Illidan took an involuntary step back in shock, “If your engorged head wasn’t so full of your own ego, you might have been able to realize that using a weapon enchanted to harm demons during a training session with your part demon subordinate was a foolish and potentially deadly mistake. And that’s if this poor girl’s story is true, that this was merely a ‘training accident’ and not a deliberate action on your part. Her fate currently lies in my hands, because you don’t have the healing knowledge necessary to bandage a paper cut, much less repair an eviscerated torso that was made worse due to the nature of what inflicted it. A single word from me, and no healer on this ship will so much as suture a light wound for you or your Illidari. I could have all of you declared unfit for duty and removed from the Vindicaar, forcing you to fight your little war on your own. Or worse, you would all be put on trash detail, with no glory to be had. Until that point, I am doing everything in my power to repair something that is far beyond the ability of the majority of healers on this ship. When I choose to release her, you can berate her ‘misguided actions’ as you claim they are as much as you please, but while she is under my care, you will stay far away from this clinic and my patients unless you are willing to show the proper level of respect. Now get out of my sight, and let this wounded warrior heal in peace!”

The tirade finished, Kissi gave Illidan one of the hardest stares he’d even been on the receiving end of and that alone said much. No one dared talk to him like this, his inner demon was crying for vengeance at such a slight, but he knew that the Tauren was not bluffing when he threatened that no healer would touch any of his Illidari or that he would declare them all unfit. He had to proceed carefully. He was too close to all of his goals to stumble at the end because he couldn’t control his temper.
He looked at his Lieutenant and studied her for a moment. What he saw there shook him to his core: Pure fear. She was afraid of him. Afraid of what he might do. This was not what he wanted. He never wanted his Illidari to fear him. He demanded their respect and he wanted their admiration, but he hoped they all knew he cared for them more than anything. He would sacrifice everything for his Illidari, and he believed that they all knew that, but the look on Larienel’s face was one who was terrified that she was in the crossfire of an unstable cannon. This surprising response by one of his own immediately banished the idea of reaching over and removing the Taurens heart from his chest. Illidan took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
He gave her a genuine smile, putting his hand on her head, ‘Rest and heal well, Larienel. You are in good hands,’ and with that he turned and was off. Her look of fear softened into one of confusion. Illidan turned, and exited the clinic to return to his quarters to ponder the events of the day.
Larienel let herself relax not realizing how tense she had been this entire time. She had believed he would dismiss her from duty, but it seemed that he had, after all, decided against it. He had even spoke to her affectionately before, and his touch had been soft. Was she forgiven? Her brain was muddled. Looking up at Kisei, she said, ‘If I were you, Tauren, I would still be careful, he may change his mind and kill you himself,” she said trying to make light of the situation, but the tension in her voice gave away her concern.
Kisei did not seem the least bit bothered, “It would only be payback for when I participated in the raid that killed him in the Outlands,” and he pulled out his pendant of the Illidari from below his robes, “Sometimes you need to remind people they don’t always hold the power they think they do.”
Larienel’s eyes flared, “You were there that day!?”
He nodded, “I was. And I am the reason you are still here with us now. But what do I know of combat. Get some sleep now young one, tomorrow is a new day.”
“Why would you agree to keep me as your charge if you hate my master so fervently?”
“I have sworn to render aid to any who need healing. If I refused to aid someone just because I disliked their master, there would be a much higher casualty rate around me. Regardless, I do not hate your master, I respect him for what he is and everything he has done. He has shaped the history of the world. I do not agree with his methods, especially the most recent ones concerning you. However, it seems Illidan is different now, he brought you here to save you. At the very least I see a different side of him now. The one that admits his mistakes. Perhaps there is a chance for all of us to be redeemed if even the Betrayer can change.”
Despite being terrified of him only minutes earlier, she still defended him, “He has done nothing wrong in regards to me. I did this to myself!”
Kisei shrugged, “As you like, just know you are more than a servant or a lackey. You are strong. You have untapped power that you have yet to imagine it seems else you would not have survived this. Imagine what you may accomplish before this damned war is over.”
Ignoring the latter half of his statement entirely Larienel focused on the former, “You think me brainwashed.” It was not a question.
“I think you young heroes need to learn there is more than two sides to a story. Take the time to rest to think about what you are and what you want to do. Do not blindly follow your master.”
“I am not young,” she corrected him, “I was here for the first invasion of the Legion. I was here for the Sundering.”
“Yes but we are not truly born until we find our purpose. I spent a long time in Mulgore tending to my family's fields before I joined the Ahn'qiraj war efforts. When were you truly born?”
She nodded in understanding of his point and closed her eyes, “I was not born until the second time the Legion came. When the orcs first appeared and brought the demons with them. I was not born until the demons invaded Ashenvale and destroyed my temple, slaughtered my sisters, and toppled the statue of the goddess. It was then I left my home and came to seek out Lord Illidan”
“You are not as old as me then after all. Just as I thought. Now, take your time and rest.”
She looked in the general direction of where Illidan had walked off in concern, “What if he comes back and I am asleep?”
“Then hopefully he will see someone at peace in their sleep. This place is an attempt to forge something to break the nightmares. Find peace for yourself.”
Now assured she shifted carefully in the bed getting more comfortable and closed her eyes once more.
Turning on the soft glow of the crystal light, Kisei left, motioning his assistant Zaz’tik with him, and slowly, he closed the door.
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