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Goblin Debts	By : errihuseamonster Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9
Duchene had cursed his forgetfulness about
the collar when Kian reminded him of it. But what happened next startled him.
When the collar fell off, she started screaming like a banshee. There was so
much power swirling around her that he could see it, the glowing blue
haze of arcane energy infusing her body, flowing into her open mouth, blazing
from eyes that were far more blue than silver now.
Realization struck him at the sight. He
cursed his own stupidity � of course the sudden return of her power was not
going to be pleasant after six months of being shut away from it. He knew from
Gruben�s notes in the ledger that she was a mage, but he hadn�t realized she
was one of quite this significant power.
She still screamed. They were in Stranglethorn
Vale, far from friendly territory, and she was no doubt letting every inimical
creature within earshot know she was in distress. He suddenly realized that he
had to stop her from screaming. A simple gesture called healing to her which
pulsed golden around her body with every heartbeat, but she still screamed,
pausing only to take huge gulps of breath. That�s didn�t work. Almost
panicking, he tried a more powerful spell, one that would allow him to control
her mind and body. The spell failed, almost as if she wasn�t a humanoid.
Finally, he realized there was another way to go about this.
�I�m sorry Kian,� he muttered, not that she
could hear him, and gestured. Silence encased her, cutting off the sound
immediately and dramatically. It was surreal watching her scream like that, yet
hearing no sound. Then she sat down suddenly, rolled her eyes wildly, and
fainted. He breathed a sigh of relief.
He checked her over, but realized there
wasn�t much he could do. She wasn�t wounded, so he couldn�t heal her. All he
could really do was wait until she woke up, and hope that she hadn�t given
their position away to something he couldn�t handle. He tucked her into the
bedroll and settled down beside her to wait. However long she was out for, he
could wait. The forsaken didn�t really need to sleep, though he enjoyed it. He
could wait.
Hours passed, and he wondered if he should
try to move them. But she was taller and heavier than he was. He was, like most
undead, more wiry than bulky, while she was soft and voluptuous after six
months of enforced idleness. He was not weak, but he didn�t think he had the
strength to keep an unconscious draenei on a mount while they rode.
He wasn�t sure what alerted him to the fact
that he was being watched. Suddenly he was simply aware of a watcher. His head
whirled and he made out a figure in the vegetation beyond the clearing. He
could clearly make out the white, rust and black of a Bloodsail uniform.
Rising, he gestured at the watcher, who backed away from the clearing with a
rustle of bushes.
�PAIN!� the word hissed from Duchene�s
lips, filled with shadowy potency. He heard an anguished cry and the sound of
his watcher stumbling. Then another anguished cry, a thump, and silence.
He waited fifteen minutes, alert for more
movement and sound. There was none. Had there been another watcher? He did not
know. When he judged it was safe, he went to investigate. He found the corpse
of a human, in bloodsail dress, not far from the clearing. It was the one who
had watched him. Shrugging, he dragged the body back to the clearing and hoped
Kian would stay asleep just a little bit longer. No sense wasting a
perfectly good corpse.
***
It wasn�t until early the next morning that
Kian finally stirred. Duchene was glad that he�d already done away of the
evidence of his recent meal � most non-undead found undead dietary habits
disturbing. There had been no more watchers that he had detected.
The draenei sat up with a groan and put her
hand against her head, wincing. �What the hell happened?� she asked weakly.
�I�m afraid neither of us really realized
what would happen when we took that collar off. You were screaming and then you
lost consciousness.�
�How long ago was that?�
�Yesterday.�
�I�m sorry Duchene. I didn�t mean to slow
us down.� she apologized.
�Kian, neither of us could know what would
happen. We�ll deal with it. We should be going now, though. There was a watcher
yesterday. I took care of him before he could escape to tell anyone about our
whereabouts, but I think Gruben is not going to let us go easily.� She nodded
at his words and rose. They packed up the bedroll quickly, and Kian found her
dress hanging from the branch of a tree. She started to put it on.
The first warning that something was not
right was when he heard a strange thunk and felt a pain in his back. He
glanced down and was mildly surprised to see the tip of a throwing knife
protruding from his chest. He suddenly felt slow and clumsy. He managed to
stutter the word that started a healing spell on himself when there was another
thunk and a second knife joined the first. His thoughts were cloudy and
obscure. He couldn�t focus his thoughts and he could barely move. What was
going on?
He looked around him in confusion to see
buccaneers emerging from the trees around them. Kian tossed aside the dress and
snarled, eyes flashing nether blue as rage suffused her face. She made a
violent gesture and a ring of frost exploded outward from her, somehow
bypassing him and freezing their attackers to the ground. He could feel power
radiating from her. He stared uncomprehendingly as she threw her head back and
roared, her form changing, her outline becoming indistinct and cloudy as magic
suffused her. A shape formed in the smoky blue maelstrom of magic, a large,
winged shape. He was still struggling to make sense of it all when he succumbed
to the poison, and fell face down in the dirt.
***
Kian didn�t see their attackers until after
she saw the knife protruding from Duchene�s chest. It only took a moment for
her to comprehend what was happening as she began to make out the forms of the
pirates surrounding them. As the second knife hit her companion, she drew on
her returned magic and unleashed a frost nova.
They were surrounded � after six months
with no practice she was uncertain how much of a fight she could put up. They
had to get out of here or they were dead. It seemed obvious to Kian that their
assailants had been instructed to take out Duchene first. Rage surged through
her, heating her blood. She roared, calling her magic to her, and saw the world
shrink as she resumed her true form.
Even after an extended period of time as a
draenei, Kian had no trouble adjusting to her true body. Before the pirates
could react, she lashed her tail, sending one pirate who was attempting to
flank her tumbling backwards. She lunged, positioning her body over Duchene�s
sprawled form, clawing viciously at someone who was unwisely attempting to
close in order to finish the job. She swung her head and caught sight of a
crossbow in the hands of another, and desperately merged with the nether. The
bolt passed through her suddenly indistinct form, painful but not crippling.
She became solid again and exhaled the blast of fire that was the netherdrakes�
black flight heritage at the archer. Vegetation crackled as it ignited.
Despite her efforts, the pirates were
closing in. She was going to lose this if she didn�t do something fast. She
reached for power, her rage and desperation grabbing more than she should have
been able to for decades yet. There was a silent explosion of force in the
clearing, and the pirates were momentarily stunned, cowering in terror.
Sparing no time to let them recover, Kian
grabbed Duchene and threw herself upwards, attempting to escape the clearing. A
final crossbow bolt whizzed past her as she cleared the treetops and took off
into the clear blue sky. She flew, unsteady at first, desperately beating her
wings for speed and altitude, struggling against the unexpected dead weight of
the priest. Finally, she gained enough height, and settled into a laboured
pattern as she tacked northeastward towards the coastal mountains. A trip that
would have taken days by foot due to the thick jungle and difficult topography
took only a fraction of the time by air.
Kian had always been small in comparison to
other drakes her age. It had factored into her desire to avoid becoming some
mortal�s mount. Her smaller wings had to labour harder to achieve the same
lift, and the additional weight and drag of the decidedly un-aerodynamic priest
dangling limply between her forepaws was rapidly fatiguing her. Six months of
not flying had left her wing muscles unused to the strain. Once she crested the
low mountains, she began to scout the land below her for a suitable landing
place. She wanted something relatively inaccessible to ground-pounders, yet
sheltered enough for her and Duchene.
Half an hour of cautious gliding north
along the chain finally revealed a likely spot. A sheer cliff rose into a
wide-lipped overhang with more than enough room for her to land and take off.
She stooped, landing gingerly, and once sure of the stability of the ledge,
carefully laid Duchene on the ground, face first to avoid driving the knives
deeper in him.
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