My daughter,

My heart has been heavy since our last meeting. I chased after you as you fled from the Site, but stopped when I realized that I didn’t yet have an answer to your ultimatum. I’ve taken some time to think, away from you… away from them… just away.

I look at the world around us, and I think of the world we left. I have finally come to a conclusion. The ways we are following do not work. What have our methods gotten us, but closer and closer to extinction? How many of our loved ones have been lost? The Champions of the Light are no closer to defeating the Legion now than they were thousands of years ago.

Do you remember the road the Orcs built, prompted by the Legion? The road literally paved in the bones of our people? I will not let that happen again. I will not see a road on this world paved in the
bones of victims.

I will no longer be a victim.

For our people to have a future, we need those who will carry forth the torch of the light, to hold firm to the traditions of guide our way, and to stay pure. However, we also need those that are willing to walk in the darkness to face the darkness as an equal. I firmly believe that this is where my path must take me. I will be a shield of darkness, against the darkness. I know what must be done, and I will do this.

I understand what this will cost me. I know that when our task is done, that there will no longer be a place for me in this world. If I know that my sacrifice will allow you to live your life safely in the light, I
happily pay the price. I seek no forgiveness, I seek no redemption. I seek only victory over our foes. I will carry this burden so that you don’t have to. I only hope that before I face oblivion, my soul may see your mother one last time. I doubt it that will happen, but perhaps the light will grant me this one small boon.

I know that you will not agree with me. I know that you may even despise me for this. I hope that you will at least recognize that this is a decision that I made for myself. I was not convinced, and I was not coerced. I am doing this for you and for our people. I love you, and this will never change no matter what changes I undergo. If it is easier for you to think of me as dead, then do that. You will always be my daughter. Please, do not remember me for what I have become, remember me for why became it.

With eternal love,

Your father.

Versuvius is my Draenei shaman on Earthen Ring. I plan on doing a background post on him, but I really wanted to get this out there. So, here’s just a really quick background. He and his young daughter, Jizella, escaped from Draenor with their people, as one of the last groups of refugees. She was swept off her feet by a human man during their first visit to Stormwind. She stayed there while Versuvius returned to continue his work in Azuremyst, and after hearing whispers and rumors investigated and then joined the Netherbane Demonhunters. This was her return home, as RPed between myself and my wife, playing Jizella. Some of the dialogue has been edited, and additional narration has been added, but largely, this is a pretty accurate dramatization.

The old Draenei sat on the docks outside the Exodar awaiting the boat that would take him across the channel to Auberdine fishing rod in hand. One of the small tentacles on his chin gently stroked the long white mustache that reached down to his chest. The sun was low on the horizon line, the temperature was mild, and the fish were biting. He listened to the wind. It said today was a good day. He agreed.

A gentle voice came from his left, “Are the fish biting today?”

Versuvius looked up from the water, at the young Draenei girl standing a few feet away and gasped. “Ji… Jizella,” he sputtered as he rose to his feet, the fishing rod forgotten on the pier, “What are you doing here?” The young woman cautiously took a breath, as if to brace herself against an oncoming blast of wind. “I thought you were staying in Stormwind.” he asked critically.

She replied bitterly, “I’ve decided I’ve had enough of humans and their world.” Then she added softly, “I’ve come… home.”

Versuvius’ opened his mouth as if to speak, but was overwhelmed, not be able to form the words. Finally he simply said, “I missed you. I missed you very much.” He slowly walked up to her, and firmly took hold of her shoulders. She braced herself, for the coming storm of parental scolding… which never came. Instead, he leaned in and gently kissed her on the forehead. He pulled back and looked at her with eyes the color of ocean depths. “Are you… Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she replied. “But I never want to see another human as long as I live,” she added with a touch of venom.

Versuvius smiled sadly, “Oh my child,” and pulled her into deep bear hug. She wrapped her arms around him and rested her cheek on his chest. He seemed stronger, more alive than the last time they were together.

After a moment, they pulled apart, and Jizella leaned against a post, looking down into the water below. “You were right. That human was horrid. I never should have trusted him. That very night, after I’d moved in, he came home, drunk, with another woman. He said he “forgot” that I was there!”

Versuvius let her keep her distance, “Oh my child, I’m so sorry. I knew he wasn’t to be trusted.”

Her mouth tightened with hurt and anger at the memory. “I left that night and haven’t been back since.”

“I wish I’d stayed longer, rather than rushing back here. I should’ve known something like that would’ve happened,” Versuvius replied. Then he realized something was missing, “But if you weren’t staying with him… what did you do?”

She looked further out to sea, so that her father wouldn’t see her sly smile. “Not so hard to get by in the gentle wilds around Stormwind. Much easier than during the aftermath back home. I stayed in a cave I found out in Elwynn Forest…” she paused for effect, “and I met another charming fellow.”

Versuvius growled, “Another charming fellow? Another human?”

Jizella turned to face her father with a grin. He didn’t smile back. She pointed down the pier, and his gaze slowly followed. About 20 feet away, sitting calmly on the dock, was a large brown bear. Jizella made a signal and he slowly made it to his feet and lumbered down the dock to nuzzle her hip, almost knocking her into the water. She braced herself against the post and scratched behind his ear as he growled in pleasure. “His name is Bernard. He is very loyal.”

Versuvius scowl melted into a smile, and he chuckled heartily through the exchange. He crouched down in front of the bear and looked into its large dark eyes. “Hello Bernard,” he glanced at Jizella after saying the awkward name. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Don’t worry,” Jizella added. “He’s really just a bear, not one of those druids that can look like a bear, or anything.”

Versuvius rose to his feet. “You’ve been gone for some time. Much has happened while you were gone.”

Jizella looked concerned, “What have you been doing?”

Versuvius turned to look at the hills beyond the Exodar, where Azure Watch could just be seen, and in the hidden distance beyond, to Blood Watch. He took a deep breath, knowing where the conversation was heading. “I spent several weeks helping our people rebuild and secure a safe haven on this island,” he said, stalling.

Jizella nodded and laughed gently, “That sounds just like you.”

Versuvius continued stalling, “Then I ventured into the nearby continent, into the lands of the Night Elves to relearn how to hear and speak with the spirits of this new world.”

“How did that go?” asked Jizella.

“I hear them more strongly than I did back home. I have found the spirits of this new world… suit me.”

“Oh?” Jizella said, somewhat surprised.

“And… I have joined a crusade, against the Burning Legion.”

Sensing that there was more he was holding back, Jizella prodded, “Really? What sort of crusade?”

Taking a deep breath, Versuvius proceeded cautiously, “They are called the Netherbane.” He paused, bracing himself. “They are demonhunters.”

Silence. Then, “What?!” she spat.

“Yes,” he replied.

“But… you are a shaman, not a demonhunter,” she shot back. “What happened to peace and love and all of that?”

“Sadly I believe that the only way to achieve peace in a world that is under siege by the Burning Legion is to fight it…” he paused then pressed on, “to destroy it through any means necessary.” Seeing her shocked expression, he added, “I’m doing this so that someday you may live in a world that they do not touch. I think of you everyday.”

Jizella’s look of shock slowly shifted to one of disgust as she leaned in, whispering harshly, “I’ve heard about these demon hunters. They cut their eyes out, did you know that? Did you know that some of them become demons themselves?”

Versuvius held firm, like a stone being crashed by a wave, “I know all of this. More importantly, I know why they do it. They do what others are not willing to do, in order to save this world. I think they are very noble.”

Jizella rolled her eyes, “Oh wonderful! So they are martyrs on top of it all!”

Versuvius smiled sadly, “Perhaps we are, at that.”

Jizella turned away and walked to the other side of the pier, shaking her head. “I don’t like it.”

Versuvius continued solidly, “I don’t expect you to understand.” His voice choking on him, “This is not something I could have done before… before your mother…”

“Oh, stop! Just stop!” She cut him off, whipping around to face him. She took a breath to calm herself. “What do you think the Naaru think of your sacrifice?”

Versuvius’ eyes flicked to the side, not meeting her glance. “I believe the Naaru understand what is in our hearts better than most.”

“Ugh, that is just what they told you to think,” Jizella retorted. “What happened to you? You’re not thinking clearly!”

“They have told me nothing about the subject,” Versuvius replied, his voice catching fire. “That is what my heart tells me. And I have stared in the face of O’ros since I made this decision. I feel no shame.”

Jizella paced away from him in frustration, and then circled back to him, her expression softened. “Father, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone. I know you were worried about me, and perhaps this radical group sucked you in because you had no one else. But I am here now. I will take care of you and you won’t need your demon friends anymore.” She softly reached her hands out and took hold of his.

Versuvius firmly held her hands, and looked her square in the eye, “I am glad you have returned to our people. More than you can ever understand. I hope for nothing more than to see you fall in love and experience the joy of a family of your own.” Jizella snorted and looked away at this, but Versuvius held on. “But I cannot in good conscience turn away from my path. I hear the voices of this world. It is in pain. It needs to be cleansed. It needs to have this infection that is the Legion purged.”

Jizella smiled as she would to a child, and gently stroked one of his tentacles, “I know, father, but it will get easier with time. We just need to get you some help.”

Versuvius stopped her hand, “Jizella. I do not need help.”

She kept smiling and took his hand. “This is all the result of things they’ve told you, and probably some strange drugs, too.”

Versuvius’ jaw dropped in realization, “You think I’ve been brainwashed don’t you?” Jizella only shrugged innocently as he continued, “You think they’ve indoctrinated me to believe whatever they tell me, don’t you? Do you really think me so… simple, so weak and senile?”

“Father,” she replied. “I still love you, and I’m here for you. This is a new world, and this isn’t your fault. We are still so new here, it’s not your fault they’ve taken advantage of you. It happened to me too with that human. It happened to both of us.”

Versuvius tore his hands away from her, his eyes alight with frustration, “They have not taken advantage of me. I sought them out. This is my choice, my path!”

Jizella took hold of his hand again, “Come along father. Let’s get you somewhere you can rest. I’ll make you some soup.” She turned to walk up the pier, pulling him behind her.

Pulling her back to face him, “I will not be patronized by my own daughter! You may not understand my decision, but at least have the respect to recognize that it was my own choice!”

She nodded, “I know it was. Now let’s get you home. What sort of tea would you like me to brew for you?”

Versuvius stepped back. “I don’t believe this. I will not come home with you and be fed soup and tea like some sad, senile elder that is on death’s door!”

Jizella stayed deliberately calm, “Father, you are getting so defensive. I’m only trying to help. Soon, you will be well again. And don’t worry about the Netherbane. I will take care of them. I will make sure that they never bother you again.”

A puzzled and concerned look crossing his face, Versuvius replied, “’Take care of them?’ Just what, child, you to you think you are going to do?”

“Don’t worry father,” she replied confidently. “I will be safe.”

“No you don’t be,” he railed. “The places I walk these days are dangerous. They are filled with demons and Orcs bent on ripping this world apart as they did our homeland!”

“Well, I survived that. I will be fine… though they will not.” And with that she pivoted on a hoof and walked towards the entrance of the Exodar, deep in thought. Bernard, who had stayed seated during all of this trotting along behind her.

Versuvius held his ground, “Where do you think you’re going?”

She turned and yelled back, “I’m going to make you tea!” She then turned again and continued on, the setting sun at her back casting long shadows.

After sputtering for a second, “Jizella, come back here! We aren’t finished with this!” Her stride didn’t falter for second. Versuvius stood there in shock at what had just happened. He reached down and picked up his forgotten fishing pole and sat down to think about this new development. He asked the wind what it thought he should do. He got no reply.

Session 1: Sedrai’s Introduction
While meeting in Darnassus, Taldarion, Shizukera and others were interrupted when an unknown draenei approached, seeking Tharion to deliver some goods. As the Shan’do was unavailable, the messenger lingered for a short while to wait for him, eventually introducing herself as Sedrai and meeting some of the members of the Netherbane. When Tharion became available, she delivered some goods from Felwood to him and inquired if he had any tasks she might perform for him, as she was “currently unoccupied”. Tharion asked her to find a man named Danal Moontreader and “keep watch”.

“Is he friend or foe?” was the only question she asked before accepting the duty, to which Tharion replied, “To us, foe. To you, neither.”

Session 2: Meeting Moontreader
Days later, Sedrai “conveniently” entered the ruins of the old Keep at Honor Hold to find a night elf in red and white robes staring out over the barren land. She struck up an innocuous conversation, and the two spent quite a while discussing the philosophy of life… and death. He made reference to the inevitability of chaos and the futility of most heroes’ attempts to restore order to the two worlds. He also mentioned that he raised the dead to serve his cause, one that was … considerably less optimistic than the Alliance she’d served, thus far. While incriminating details were kept to a minimum, Sedrai asked questions and posed arguments that drew out as much information on who and what he served as she could… and left the impression that she might not be entirely opposed to what little he revealed.

Before leaving, he dropped the cryptic idea that “life is merely a side-effect of a mistake that will soon be corrected.”

They parted ways, that first night, without even bothering to make introductions, though Sedrai already knew his name: Danal Moontreader.

Session 3: The Philosophy
After another week or so, the two bumped into each other in the same location, striking up another conversation. This time, Sedrai remedied the oversight of their previous meeting, introducing herself. She officially learned that “this shell was once called Danal Moontreader” and was bidden to feel free to use the name. They once again discussed philosophy, this time more overtly as Sedrai expressed her frustration with the corruption she’d seen in her recent adventures throughout both worlds.

“At times, I fear this great beast is too badly wounded to be saved, that all I – and those like me – do in our attempts to heal it is prolong its suffering. It could be kinder to just let it die.”

Moontreader responded that he chose to MAKE it die, which prompted Sedrai to ask many questions about what would be left after existence was ended. The discussion continued with allusions to the fact that the “order” of the universe and the Light that served it were an unnatural state brought on by the “arrogance of those who called themselves Shapers” and that his cause chose to help return everything to the way it should be, to pure chaos. By the end of the night, Sedrai acknowledged openly that she saw sense in his views and would give them thought. Moontreader observed that her people had already been called to serve long ago, and if she chose it, she could walk that same path.

They parted very soon after.

“You have given me much to consider, Danal.”

Session 4: Friendship
The next night, Ryni and Sedrai bumped into each other while questing in the Outlands. Previously unknown to each other, they struck up an evening’s partnership and the beginnings of a friendship while performing tasks for the Cenarion Expedition and Honor Hold. They parted when the hour grew late, knowing little more than each other’s names and an easy camaraderie.

Session 5: Who’s Side
True to her word, Sedrai contacted Tharion soon after her second meeting with Moontreader, requesting a chance to report on what she’d learned. They met a few nights later in the Sight of Learning, stepping off to have their conversation while Ryni, Araatris, Fethas and a few other Netherbane continued their activities. Naturally, Ryni and Araatris proceeded to do their level best to eavesdrop on the discourse.

During the course of the draenei’s report, she revealed what she had learned in her discussions with Moontreader. … and also revealed the fact that she’d HAD discussions with Moontreader. Tharion had expected her to do little more than locate the night elf, and was surprised that she’d had such close contact. He decided to warn her about just who and WHAT Moontreader was: the undead host of the nathrezim Xonath. Sedrai took this in stride, including his warnings about how dangerously seductive the demon’s words could be. She assured him that she was not swayed by their conversations, though she had been careful to give Xonath the opposite impression.

Tharion was disturbed to realize that Moontreader’s choice of view in Honor Hold suggested he was communicating or otherwise tied to the demons of Kil’Jaeden’s Throne. He needed more information, and so he asked Sedrai to continue to gain access and inform on Xonath. They parted after Tharion gave her a fragment of bone encrusted with dried blood to give to Xonath. “He will know what it means.”

The session continues from here with Tharion’s admission to the eavesdroppers that he considers it likely that Sedrai was in danger of being swayed, Ryni’s decision to follow and support Sedrai in her mission, Fethas’ stringent opposition to the point of violence, and some pokes at the morality of Tharion’s conscious decision to risk sacrificing the outsider to his mission.

(( Sedrai’s reflection on her interactions with Moontreader at this point is posted on the forums: “Insidious Voice” post 1. ))

Session 6: A Follower
The third meeting with Danal Moontreader was also at Honor Hold, but while Sedrai waited for him to arrive, she found that Ryni had followed her there. They spoke briefly, Ryni revealing that she’d come to support Sedrai in her mission as well as to make her own request to the demon. The draenei was not pleased about her presence, but conceded that it was her right, verifying first that Ryni truly understood the danger involved in dealing with Xonath. Sedrai passed the bone fragment Tharion had given her to Ryni, preferring that all of her own ties to the Netherbane remain hidden from the demon.

Moontreader arrived as they finished talking, and Ryni initially hid her presence. Sedrai joined him in his contemplation of the land, eventually revealing that not only had she been waiting to see him again, but that she was ready and willing to join him. She expressed the new conclusion that “this beast cannot be saved”, telling him the story of Crusader Bridenbrad as the moment she realized her old beliefs were wrong. Moontreader laughed at the ultimate failure of each of the major “powers” in Azeroth to save him.

At that point, Ryni made her presence known and introduced herself to Moontreader. She gave him the bone fragment from Tharion, and he revealed that it was a reminder that the Greyseer had been stealing his stores of the Innocent blood that powered his Risen. Ryni then asked him to help her control the pit lord blood that infected her, citing that though the Netherbane could not save her, she refused to simply die. Moontreader agreed that he would help her gain control over her fel side if she first earned it by helping him rebuild his stores of Innocent blood. Women and children first, as their blood made the Risen more vicious: “Kill their families, and their hope dies with them.”

He also gave the task to Sedrai, who had listened to their exchange, but been moderately distracted by some whispers and head games from Xonath. Both agreed to fulfill his request, and he left soon thereafter.

At this point, Ryni realized that Moxsunti had been hiding nearby, eavesdropping on the exchange. The other death knight left before they could confront her, and Ryni volunteered to “take care of the loose end”. She and Sedrai parted ways.

This session continues in Darnassus, I think, where Ryni faced Moxsunti, but was interrupted by Tharion and other Netherbane. The of which result was that Tharion offered her the Innocent blood he’d already stolen from Moontreader to fulfill his demand.

(( Sedrai’s next steps and the execution of Moontreader’s request are posted on the forums: “Insidious Voice” posts 2 and 3. ))

Session 7: Confrontation
Sedrai returned, wounded and exhausted, to the inn at Wintergarde Keep after her mission in Orgrimmar. Ryni, after losing the draenei’s trail for a couple days, had discovered that she was staying there and lay in wait, hidden. When Sedrai stowed the evening’s “harvest” and laid down to rest, the night elf crept out of hiding to investigate just where she’d been and what she’d been doing. She discovered the specialized dagger and the blood-filled crystal orbs. She stole two, putting them in her own pack, but as she was continuing her examination, Sedrai awoke and challenged her.

Upon realizing the intruder was Ryni, Sedrai calmed. Ryni asked questions about the death knight’s activities that Sedrai was very reluctant to answer in any detail. The rogue tried very hard to draw the draenei out, possibly testing whether she was being swayed by Xonath’s influence, but Sedrai was vague and noncommittal. Ryni brought out one of the two vials she’d stolen (keeping the other), and challenged Sedrai on the fact that she seemed upset, but the draenei dismissed her concern. She did reveal that the dagger Ryni had found was created “to spare them pain” and that she believed Ryni should know what the vials were for. Finally, the death knight became impatient and short enough on the entire topic to bluntly tell her to “Go away, Ryni.”

After tossing the one stolen orb she’d revealed and another of her own vials of Innocent blood (given to her by Tharion) on the bed to “prove” that she’d also completed the task, Ryni did as she was asked, leaving the parting shot: “I’m here to help you, Miss Sedrai. You’re going to have to trust me with the truth.”

She left Sedrai staring at the vials on her bed.

Monday 05/26/2010: Araatris, Kharendos, Edesia, and Versuvius talk at the Site
Araatris was doing her normal work around the Site of Lessons when Versuvius arrived. As they chatted, Kharendos and later Edesia, joined them. They talked about the path of a Demon Hunter and about current events. After a while Araatris excused herself to go train while the others continued to chat.

Wednesday 05/28/2010: Kalimdor Patrol Night – Meeting with Eraelan
Everyone met up at the Site of Lessons to begin the nightly patrol. Fethas led the patrol out. As the travels began, Araatris, Moxsunti, and Taldarion chatted as Araatris tried to figure out how the mysterious Moxsunti knew her. Tharion seemed to be on the look out for someone as they stopped by some naga ruins. Kharendos traveled quietly along by Araatris as a spirit wolf.

Tharion bolted off and many others followed, including an impatient Mauvanah. After a moment’s delay, Araatris and Kharendos also followed at Taldarion’s urging. Much to Araatris’ surprise they came up on an unfamiliar night elf… well, unfamiliar until she heard the others mention his name. Eraelan Netherbane.

The hackles rose on the others and Mauvanah faded back. Eraelan had no friends in Tharion or his students. Elistar and Versuvius watched quietly from the side lines. Kharendos stood up as if a wall between the others and Eraelan recommending that all hear him out as attacking wouldn’t solve anything.

Eraelan explained that the artifacts being gathering wouldn’t work on Xonath and recommended that they try the same thing that they had attempted on him. Seal Xonath into an item and this time make sure it worked, unlike his. He confirmed many things that made Araatris uneasy, including the fact that not even bodies were needed to create the Risen.

Even after he left, reaction ran rampant through the group. Kharendos watched helplessly as Araatris broke down upset that her parents could be under Xonath’s control. Mauvanah slipped away. Elishtar was caught up on current events. Taldarion, Moxsunti, and Fethas were livid at Eraelan’s appearance.

Moxsunti slipped away in the emotional turmoil caused by Tharion’s mentor and Tsunomi arrived. Receiving a brief explanation, Tsunomi was caught in the disjointed moment and stepped away feeling out of the loop. Araatris attempted to be there, but found her own mental state lacking to offer any support. So much so that Taldarion took a page out of Shizukera’s book. “Sometimes Shizukera’s actions do better than this one’s words.” Thusly, Taldarion briefly hugged a shocked Araatris.

Tsunomi walked away and an uneasy Araatris slipped over to Fethas for a moment. She confirmed that Fethas was able to actually kill the Risen permanently, but that it was something only she could do. And Fethas seemed to understand as it seemed her own parents may be involved in the madness. With that small comfort, Araatris noticed Taldarion walk back from where Tsunomi had disappeared and she excused herself from the distracted Fethas.

Araatris gingerly called out for Tsunomi and greeted her. Tsunomi was upset and Araatris said that she understood. She didn’t quite understand everything that was going on. The chatted and shared hugs before Tharion, Taldarion, Elishtar, and Fethas joined them.

Tsunomi was still very upset as she called Tharion out on how he treated Araatris and herself and the lack of information. Araatris quietly responded when questioned by Tharion that she meant no disrespect to him. Tharion and the others explained more of what had been going on, including with Tsunomi’s future self Moxsunti.

The mood darkened by the night’s events, the final few left to finish the patrol.

Monday 05/31/2010: Kharendos and Araatris at the Site of Lessons
Araatris is training with a shaky hand at the Site of Lessons when Kharendos arrives. He gently soothes her and supports her as she rants and cries about her parents. His presence is calm and reassuring and he manages to help her reaffirm that the best thing she can do is to train and prepare herself.

She shows Kharendos with a new red robe that’s reminiscent of her current kilt that she’s finishing up. He likes the dignified look. After a rather interesting and amusing request from Araatris, they go back to her resting place to relax the rest of the evening.

Wednesday 06/02/2010: Kalimdor Patrol Night – Xeldrann interrupts the Patrol
This time everyone met at Maestra’s Post for the patrol. Araatris joined Fethas quietly only briefly exchanging a greeting. Taldarion and Shizukera joined soon after along with Calithos. Araatris had to keep from laughing at Shizu’s antics as she leapt into Taldarion’s arms.

Calithos was proclaiming a new paedus called a Darnapae as Tharion, Tsunomi, Versuvius, Kharendos, Falowin, and Elishtar arrived. Convincing Tharion that this was a good idea, he had him try to the new Darnapae. Everyone watched in a mixture of confusion and worry, depending on if they knew what had happened the first time.

There seemed to be no obvious ill affects and Tharion seemed to enjoy it, even if he did manage to say a few odd things. Tsunomi tried one and gave a small piece to the curious Araatris as they headed out. They went towards a nearby shrine in Ashenvale before a sick looking Araatris lagged behind and moved to a tree.

Tsunomi comforted the sick girl and watched from afar as something began happening. Xeldrann, another draenei was trying to get Kharendos to come back with him. Araatris watched as he was berated for being with demon hunters and she stepped on next to Kharendos reassuringly. He turned his eyes on her and firmly put down the familiarity that she was showing towards Khar.

Kharendos stood firmly and did not back down. He would stay with the Netherbane. Xeldrann left with an ominous comment that next time Kharendos would return with him. Araatris’ hackles raised and when Khar mentioned that he would handle this, she stood her ground that she would not let him do it alone. Kharendos “expected no less.”

Lahruna and Skyleaf also quietly joined and were greeted at the discussed this strange visitor. Slowly they headed towards the Site of Lessons as they finished their patrol and Araatris split off to train.

Thursday 06/03/2010: Araatris’ Lesson with Tharion
Araatris sat sharpening her blades as Falowin greeted her. Very shortly after, Tharion stepped into the Site of Lessons in full armor. It was an odd sight to see Tharion as he changed out his upper armor for a more familiar view. If Araatris had a way to describe her Shan’do in the moment, she would have used vulnerable. Without his mask, he seemed… naked somehow. Falowin commented on Tharion’s lack of mask and they discussed…”fashion” for lack of a better word.

Finally, Tharion turned to Araatris confirming that the did, in fact, have a lesson. Falowin excused himself as Tharion had Araatris walk with him. They traveled towards Aszhara and Tharion questioned what Araatris saw, including stopping at a nearby graveyard to ensure it was untouched. He talked to her about the land, it’s state, and how it once was. He told her about Queen Aszhara.

Fascinated, Araatris asked a few questions, but found herself distracted by the land and its occupants… the naga. The once highborne. The ghosts of what once was. The city was a tragic beauty that enamored her and she commented to Tharion at one point the she wished she could have seen it in its glory.

Tharion finally guided her down to the beach and they began swimming from isle to isle. Ill equipped, Araatris was forced to set her robe aside for the swim… much to her embarrassment. She would not be unprepared next time. It broke her respectful demeanor of calling him Shan’do as she told him forcefully to shut it as he seemed to pause and turn around as if to comment. He had ‘eyes in the back of his head’ and Araatris knew he didn’t need to turn around to know what she’d done. He had done it to irk her… and it worked.

Upon reaching their destination, Tharion greeted Loramus Thalipedes, the demon hunter on the isle. Tharion took Araatris to the other side and worked with her on immolation. A skill which she had tried, but had not had much success with. Showing her the feat in action, Araatris was unable to repeat it. He used the same word he’d used to stop his own immolation to stop hers after he grabbed the wrist of the burning hand.

“You still have a ways to walk.”

“I would not be Thero’shan, if I didn’t have a ways to walk still.”

This earned a grin from Tharion as he noted that she was trying too hard. She adjusted and was able to create a slightly steadier flame, but was unable to… release it so that it would stop on its own. Tharion took her wrist again and said the word clearly again. The flames ceased and Tharion told her that if she couldn’t do it on her own, then that word would.

He introduced her officially to Loramus, whom she would be traveling to his isle for practice and advice and perhaps in the future… even learning to use the glaives like he had. Fethas stopped by to offer some advice as Tharion left. She offered Araatris the best advice of the night.

“Don’t imagine it like fire, but rather… green water.”

Fethas left as Araatris focused on her training.

Sunday 06/06/2010: Ryni’s Bad News
Araatris was back from training in Aszhara and trying to barter for some tea in Auberdine when Ryni found her. Excusing herself, she greeted a worried Ryni who explained that something had happened to Kharendos and that he was blind. Almost sick with worry, Araatris asked Ryni to lead her to him.

They traveled to the Exodar where they met with Tsunomi and Araatris finally entered the inn where Kharendos was recovering. His back was to them and towards a bookcase as they approached. As he turned around, a black blindfold covered his eyes. Tsunomi asked what had happened as Araatris attempted to control her feelings. He told them what had happened and Araatris felt awkward. Tsunomi checked the wound to ensure it was healing correctly. It was not a sight that Araatris would soon forget, though she did not speak it.

Tsunomi pushed Ryni out of the room, noting Araatris’ reaction and calling her out on it when she attempted to say that she was fine. As the others left, Kharendos reached out to Araatris and she grasped his hand in both of her hers. They spoke quietly as Araatris was assured that Kharendos would be alright despite Xeldrann’s attack and removing his eyes.

The others returned to find the couple embraced in a chaste kiss. An embarrassed Araatris broke contact as they returned and spoke some more. Ryni slipped away and Araatris grabbed some food for Tsunomi, Kharendos, and herself. Comforted by the fact that while Kharendos seemed awkward that he was cautiously using his senses, Araatris forced herself not to help him. He did make a request for Araatris to help him learn how to blind fight, a task that Araatris accepted.

Taldarion stopped by to check on Kharendos and an out of sorts Araatris. He left quickly without eating. Tsunomi seemed ill at ease, but after confronted assured them that it was a secret that was hers alone. Letting it slide, they continued to talk, and Araatris found out that Tsunomi was lonely because she hadn’t seen her love recently. Commenting that Tsunomi always had the Netherbane, Araatris received an unexpected response.

“Yes, but I’m sure that the rest of the Netherbane does not treat you as Kharendos does.”

An embarrassed Araatris, sitting next to Kharendos, agreed. Araatris and Kharendos both assured her that she was important to them; much to Tsunomi’s embarrassment. And that they would be there for her and wished her the best. Tsunomi left as it was obvious that Kharendos was tiring. Araatris watched as he made his own way to the bed and lay down. Kissing him gently on the forehead, Araatris sat nearby watchfully… resting lightly in case she was needed.

Welcome to this week’s review. Sorry about the delay in posting. This should have been up last Friday, but I had a friend’s wedding to go to. But there was quite a bit of RP this last week. It seems that things are picking up with The Long Massacre as well as with a couple of character’s personal lives. … Yes, demon hunters have personal lives. Why do you ask?

Wednesday 05/19/2010: A Mysterious Stranger

A man named Ogerin visited the Site of Lessons. He seemed a bit odd and Araatris explained that Tharion had a private meeting and wouldn’t be able to talk with him that night, but she chatted with him about how he met Tharion and such.

They excused themselves from the building temporarily as Tharion held his meeting. Kharendos joined them curiously as they chatted. Ogerin kept looking East as if expecting something, but did not say what. Along with the odd “flashes” of magic that Araatris before and after Ogerin, it was an unusual night. Neither Araatris nor Kharendos knew what exactly to make of the stranger in the end.

Thursday 05/20/2010: Evidence Acquired

Araatris spun and faced the tattooed bear as it snarled. Edging back she demanded the druid leave and attempted to avoid and misdirect his questions about the Site and herself. He asked if this was the Site of Lessons. He called her abomination and seemed wary and she attempted to convince him that she was not a demon hunter. Her hands stayed on her sword. When asked about the books, she stated that she was asked to guard them but didn’t know their purpose.

The druid walked towards the bookcase and Araatris stepped between him and her objective. He circled about her stated that he’d wanted to do things the easy way and slipping to a spell. Araatris drew her swords and told him to stop, but it was too late as entangling roots locked her in place.

“I can smell the fel about this place and read the titles of those books.”

She struggled to no avail as the druid stepped behind her to the bookcase. Removing the book he slipped it into his bag.

“Finally, the evidence I need against your kind.”

“Evidence to whom?”

“I will take this to the Arch Druid. The roots will loosen after I leave, Demon Hunter.”

She continued to struggle after his departure until the roots finally released her and she turned to the bookcase cursing. Pacing in front of it, Araatris attempted to determine the book that was taken. Less than half an hour after he left, Kharendos found her in front of the bookcase still cursing and watched as she punched the edge angrily.

She explained what had happened as she slipped to her knees and together they agreed that they would need to tell Tharion. Araatris seemed shaken and finally turned to Kharendos. She question what he saw before him. An abomination? A monster? A woman? A demon hunter?

Araatris spoke vigorously as she pulled off the bandages hiding the tattoos on her arms.

“Do you see me as a woman or a demon hunter? My tattoos… My eyes…”

Araatris pulled off her blindfold revealing the hollows from the blinding and let it drop to the ground. It felt more… vulnerable to do that than anything else. To let someone see the result of her blinding even though he’d been there when it’d happened. Kharendos spoke softly and gathered her close to him.

“Titles do not mean anything. I have always seen you as a woman.”

“Do you find me physically attractive?”

Kharendos after several attempts at subtlety by Araatris finally let her know that he understood what she’s asking and that if it was truly what she wanted then… well… it would happen.

((Curtain call – Hey this is PG13 folks! I’m not writing that! ))

The Reveal

A bit later when Araatris woke, Kharendos had slipped back to the main Site. She didn’t bother putting her hair up in its usual ponytail or hiding bruises and scratches that were not from her fight earlier. Not that she hadn’t given as good as she got. Intending to retrieve some additional bandages, Araatris headed up to the main Site of Lessons.

Tharion, Tsunomi, and Fethas were talking to Kharendos about the attack earlier. She was more than a bit flustered and self-conscious. They grilled her on what had happened. However, her lack of control with felsight made describing the druid difficult. Araatris pointed out where the book had been taken from even though she did not know its title.

Tharion cursed. It was the book of Denalas Moontreader whom Xonath was hiding in. It seemed the book was tied to Umbra which could cause an upset with Staghelm or Tyrande if it got back to them. Tsunomi decided that she would attempt to retrieve the book before it could have any harm.

After a few moments as Araatris shifted uncomfortably and attempted miserably to hide her bruises Tharion questioned her.

“Did the druid cause all of these?”

“Ummm… no.”

Tsunomi attempted to give the poor girl an out by saying that the entangling roots must have caused them, but the flustered Araatris didn’t notice or catch on fast enough. Although, Tsunomi did heal Araatris’… injuries. Tharion turned on Kharendos asking how recent his own injuries were… They were recent. There was unreadable shift of the mask as Araatris spoke up.

“It was a training accident…?

Tsunomi face palmed and Fethas turned away to focus on something else.

“Indeed. That would be a type of training.”

Araatris and Kharendos both flushed as he continued.

“I have to ask. Were the lessons learned?”

Araatris spoke unsteadily, embarrassed.

“Much was… learned.”

Tharion laughed. Kharendos watched in mild shock as Tharion teased and laughed. It was not a side of Tharion that any of them often saw, but… there were still serious things to discuss. As Tsunomi and Fethas attempted to get information from nature, they discussed if it could have been Eraelor or Eraelan. Both in the end were discarded. It was someone new.

“If it had been Eraelan, you would be dead.”

“Tharion… you’re cruel.”

“Indeed.”

Tsunomi didn’t always approve of Tharion’s bluntness with Araatris, but Araatris agreed. Cruel or not it was the truth. She would have been dead. She’d heard enough about Eraelan and read enough to know that much. But… she wasn’t sure why and that prompted her to ask.

“Eraelan… would he kill me simply because I was in the way or something else?”

Fethas responded that if she’d been unable to protect the Site then he would have killed her for her weakness and because she was in the way. Tharion agreed. Araatris tried to wrap her mind about this man that would want perfect demon hunters right out of the binding.

It was from that thought that Araatris discovered that many of Eraelan’s students had blinded and bound themselves, including Tharion. The thought was abhorrent to Araatris and she expressed how happy she was that Tharion was her Shan’do and not Eraelan.

Tharion turned more serious and reminded Araatris to be aware. After all, something had already happened while she had been aware. It would be dangerous to let down her guard. Something she’d already had experience with recently. It was a firm note to herself that even with Kharendos she couldn’t let her guard down.

Assuring Tharion that she would continue to be aware, Tharion left to keep an eye on Xonath. It wouldn’t do to let him slip away now. Araatris with stiff muscles and looking more weary than usual excused herself to rest and bid the everyone a good night.

Tharion’s last words of the evening…

“If the druid returns, feel free to take care of him by any means necessary. By any means necessary.”

Wednesday 5/17/2010: Edesia visits Site of Lessons looking for Tharion

Araatris sat the teapot on the fire at the Site of Lessons as Versuvius joined her. They greeted each other as a night elven woman introduced herself. Edesia.

I am Araatris, student of Shan’do Greyseer.

He collects humans now in his school?

Collect… I suppose you could say that.

I am Versuvius.

Versuvius smiled at bit as he responded. Edesia asked about Tharion’s whereabouts as she needed to speak to him and Araatris made it clear that while she did not keep tabs on him that he did try to stop by if he wasn’t too busy. Luckily Tharion chose that time to arrive. Araatris was relieved as it was clear that Edesia did not think highly of her.

Busying herself, Araatris busied herself with making tea while Tharion greeted Edesia. Fethas slipped into the background, a familiar presence. He even noted that she had changed her appearance. Kharendos, Tsunomi, and Alexia joined as Edesia and Tharion discussed what had been going on. Araatris passed out tea to everyone.

It appears that Tharion had been hunting a specific demon for the past bit. A demon named Xonath. He was hiding in Northrend in another form and was being difficult to find. He’s raised from the dead some of Eraelan Netherbane’s students, Netherbane allies, and old enemies. The graveyard, which was only known to a few, had been turned upside down. Araatris thought it strange at first how Xonath was hiding and made mention of it.

It seems like it would be difficult to hide… after all, he’s a Dreadlord, isn’t he?

There is a Satyr amongst us. Yet, few could pick him out.

Point taken.

Versuvius stared about suspiciously and Edesia noted her curiosity. More mention was made that Araatris was actually bound to a demon and that she and the Satyr were the same. He also reassured Versuvius that Araatris was in control of herself.

Edesia and Araatris chatted about humans and whether they could handle the pressures of demon hunting. A few others commented that despite the precocious nature found in most humans, she managed. Araatris did not deny it. Edesia turned the talked to her studies and dreams of Shivarra. Tharion casually talked to her about the Sisterhood and how it might be possible to find Xonath.

Araatris had moved next Kharendos and Versuvius noted how they had been close throughout the evening. He kept throwing furtive glances watching them. Catching his curious looks, Araatris encouraged him to ask questions. He seemed to be reluctant at first, but finally asked if they were together (Araatris and Kharendos). Araatris admitted it, feeling slightly uncomfortable knowing his relationship with his own daughter.

Versuvius seemed concerned with age, but for demon hunters that was not as much of an issue. He seemed to have difficulty wrapping his head around the fact that a fish and a bird would fall in love. He didn’t see how it was possible. Kharendos commented it was rumored that some Draenei and Orcs had bred. Tharion confirmed it wasn’t just rumor.

Embarrassed Araatris, simply commented to her that it didn’t matter. She simply loved Kharendos. Although, she was flustered at the thought that they could have children. It wasn’t something she had thought of. Finally, the conversation died down, much to Araatris’ relief, and Edesia commented that they had wandered off topic.

Tharion agreed and asked why Edesia sought him out. Apparently, she was having dreams about Shivarra. Their thoughts were a constant nagging presence with the help of meditation, but awakened fully at night. Tharion, gauging the severity of the issue, asked a question.

“Do you think that they Know you?”

“I believe that I am starting to Know them.”

Falowin slipped in and asked if about a succubus in Stormwind, but the conversation quickly died as Edesia continued to talk about her problems with the dreams. While the topics varied within it, the core was the same. She would need to research more about the dreams.

Fethas stepped out silently.

They briefly touched on Umbra as Edesia confirmed that the Sisterhood of Elune was not able to give her what she needed. She wished to kill demons no matter the cost. It was clear that she was willing to go beyond their approval. So, she worried slightly that Elune might reject her, but it was a fleeting thought. Others had not been shunned and neither would she. She had no use for this Shadow of Elune called Umbra.

Tsunomi and Falowin excused themselves for the evening for other tasks.

Finally, Tharion offered her his meager library to study and try to find anything to help with the dreams. Edesia was grateful for while the selection might be less that the Sisterhood’s, it had a specific purpose. Demons.

Araatris picked up a book and asked Tharion curiously how long it took him to be able to read after gaining felsight. He merely commented that he would teach it to her. Recognizing that it probably meant that it had taken a while and was easier to be taught, Araatris set the book back down. Versuvius commented that he was curious about felsight and wanted to talk to Tharion about it sometime. Tharion nodded.

Curiously, Araatris inquired as to just how much Tharion could see if he tried. He said that he could have normal vision, with its limited range, if he chose. Colors and words were legible. She replied that it would be good enough to read. It was surprising how much she used it for every day tasks.

Tharion left to begin his hunt for Xonath again and Edesia followed behind shortly after. Araatris stayed behind with Alexia, Versuvius, and Kharendos. Kharendos’ look was vacant as he stared into the fire thinking.

Versuvius asked some questions about felsight. How much could she see? Very general questions, but Araatris said some information regarding the actual process she felt was too personal to be shared. Alexia listened in. After answering his questions, Araatris bid goodnight to everyone and slipped away into the night to practice.

Welcome Alexia and Versuvius! We look forward to your RP and ideas!

Wednesday 5/5/2010: Versuvius Arrives at the Site of Lessons

The evening was still early when Versuvius arrived at the Site of Lessons. Nearby in the refugee camp, Kharendos met him and they discussed what, or rather who, Versuvius was searching for. Araatris arrived shortly after, greeting Kharendos and welcoming Versuvius. Araatris listened and when she discovered that he was searching for the Netherbane, she pointed him towards the building.

They continued speaking for a few moments when Araatris noted Tharion’s arrival at the ruined building they used at the Site of Lessons. She led the group to Tharion, whom she greeted with a bow. Versuvius followed suit asking him if he was Tharion Greyseer.

Araatris joined Fethas and Tsunomi, who arrived a few minutes later, further within the building as Fethas made tea. Araatris offered tea to everyone, although, she strangely hesitated with Tharion. Soon, she rejoined Fethas and Tsunomi and gathered her own cup. Elishtar arrived and joined them.

Discussion led into Versuvius’ reasons for seeking out the Netherbane. Kharendos was curious as to his choice as well since it seemed that he would have been well-suited to being a Vindicator. However, Versuvius assured them that it wasn’t until Norbundo that he started to find his true path and be able to fight. Previously, he had been very scholarly and only able to assist with the wounded. He wished to no longer be helpless and watch those he cared about in danger or die.

Tharion suggested they head towards Demon Fall Canyon with the many of the Netherbane that had gathered as honor guard. As they walked, they talked about Versuvius’ daughter who was in Stormwind. Apparently, much to her father’s dismay, she’s run off with a human that he doesn’t trust. Araatris and Kharendos politely avoided mentioning their relationship.

They neared the area where the demons surrounding Demon Fall. Tharion paused at the bridge and asked Versuvius what he thought. Araatris slipped away for a moment and attacked several demons along with a few others of the Honor Guard. When she came back, Tharion was motioning for everyone to continue.

They headed to the entrance of Demon Fall Canyon and once again paused. Tharion asked Versuvius what he felt. After a few moments, he replied that it felt heavy. Tharion said to remember the feeling as it would never go away. As they continued inward, Araatris commented that the feeling demons gave each person seemed to differ. Versuvius, curious, asked what she felt. To her it was a sickening smell that made her uneasy. He pondered on that.

The Honor Guard cut through the demons easily as we made our way up to Mannoroth’s Glaive. There Tharion asked a question familiar to many of the students there.

“This is when I… and many of my students choose to meditate. Why do you think we choose this place?”

Versuvius thought about it for several moments before responding. He talked about a person who hunted criminals and how he began to think like them after tracking them for so long. This person had become like the criminals he sought in order to better life for others.

Tharion nodded expanded upon the reason. (I tend to leave certain things out about the lessons as they are key elements of training best left to RP.) As they discussed old and new friends came upon them. Hath came to offer greetings. A lady named Ambrosine happened upon the group. And finally Alexia.

At the end of the discussion, and after many assurances that Versuvius did want to pursue the path despite its dangers, Tharion offered him a formal place in the Netherbane as a student. The other students welcomed him gladly. Kharendos offered his help if he required any since they followed similar paths.

Alexia Enters

After Versuvius had officially become a student, Tharion turned to Alexia. Mentioning that the last time they had met had been under Mannoroth’s Glaive. She agreed mentioning that she had been back several times since.

He asked if she still wished what she had then. Alexia said that she did blaming stubbornness as the reason. That raised several smiles throughout the group and many commented that they had to be more stubborn than the demons.

As the conversation died down, Tharion offered her the same as Versuvius. A place to study among the Netherbane. Alexia agreed and everyone welcomed her as well. It was unusual to have so many join the path in one night. Tharion smiled, an uncommon occurrence to say the least as he usually grinned, and commented.

“It seems that this is also a place of new beginnings.”

Conversation was idle talk for a time until Versuvius, Alexia, Hath, and Ambrosine needed to leave. Tharion suggested as others left that they should head back to the Site.

A Private Conversation with Tharion

Once at the Site, Araatris begged a moment to speak privately with Tharion and they pardoned themselves from the group. They went to the far side of the refugee camp where idle ears were few. They spoke of Araatris’ demonic influences and the guile of her particular demon, Malorin.

Tharion expressed concern and reminded Araatris of her path. The path that she had chosen. A bit more grounded, Araatris was grateful for reactions. As always he was a guide along her way. It was clear that they were both aware that Malorin had gained ground and if she hadn’t spoke up… If she hadn’t went to Tharion… It could have been very dangerous to say the least.

With her parents in mind to keep her purpose in mind, Araatris felt more in control and determined that secrets were the tools of her demon, so she would need to be careful in the future.

Once voiced, they did not have the same hold on her and this particular battle had been scarcely won. They headed back to the Site.

Elishtar’s Story

They arrived back to see Elishtar with Tsunomi, Kharendos, and Fethas. Elishtar sat at the fire huddling in on herself, much like a child that had been bad in Araatris’ thoughts. Araatris moved next to Kharendos and moved so his arm was about her. Elishtar spoke quickly to Tharion.

“I was told you wished to speak with me.”

“Perhaps I wish for you to speak with me. To tell me what I have heard from others, from you.”

Without pretense, Elishtar launched into her story. Elithe had a binding of Tharion’s that he had… messed with and caused unexpected results. Elishtar was his wife and had been carrying his child. Apparently, an Eredar child. There had been a succubus that she had hunted, but unable to defeat as the demoness bound her and explained that she was fighting against the other demons.

The demoness also noted the child Elishtar was carrying and offered to help as both parent and child would die if the child was born naturally. Released, Elishtar did not only let this demon live, but later protected this demon from Darandric for the sake of her child.

The child was born healthy with the help of the demoness, but did something else that Elishtar did not expect. The succubus summoned a Defias thug and killed him, using his life energy to age the child to about 15 years old. The demoness assured Elishtar that the child would have die otherwise. Throughout this Elishtar defended her choices despite not knowing what the demoness truly wanted.

Elishtar wanted to raise her daughter, whose understanding of the world was still basic, and the pleaded for Tharion to show mercy to her daughter. Tharion only told her to bring her daughter to see him soon. He did not seem to want to make any hurried choices without seeing for himself the results of the demoness’ meddling.

Araatris, while uncomfortable with the idea, did not condemn Elishtar for her decisions. She did, however, leave soon thereafter to attend to other tasks that she had to complete for the night. The others continued the discussion for a while.

It’s been so long, and I can no longer afford to keep the air condition running any more. I need a sealed environment, away from the ravages of weather and roaming packs of hungry coyotes. Seriously, the post-apocalyptic brigands were also becoming a handful.

So it’s with a heavy heart that I shut all these doors. It’s for the better, really. Things will be safer, warmer (or cooler), and just a little more quiet.

Take care, all. Don’t invite the vampires in, but always welcome your UPS delivery dude.

Doors, use them.

Oh, and as for the RP, casual raiding, stories, and general demon hunter shirtlessness? That’ll keep going as it has been.

*sagenod*

Following an instinct she couldn’t understand, Araatris drew her sword with her right hand. She raised her left hand and stared at the palm. Malorin urged her silently to continue. Her blade sliced across her left palm.”By my honor…” She switched the blade and continued with her right palm. “By my blood…”

Blood welled up into crimson palettes. Fingers laced in red traced jagged designs. “I will kill you all…” The marks began to glow. “I will not die unfinished…” She gripped her familiar weapons. Her blood seeped from the handle to the blade. “I will not let you hurt any more…”

Araatris crossed her arms and put her fists against her shoulders. The blades arced over her shoulders and she bowed to an imaginary enemy. “By my honor…”

Her body jerked forward jaggedly. Slowly at first, but then smoother and faster. For her father. A ferocious cry erupted as she leapt upon a nearby satyr. A death for every death she knew.

For her mother. A satyr came up behind her and punched her so that she rolled across the ground. Araatris licked at the blood trailing from her mouth and grinned with pleasure as she slowly stood. “Ahh… Xylorn. What a sad mockery you are…” She walked forward, her sword held casually toward the ground.

Xylorn frowned at her and was unprepared when she flicked her wrist up so that she easily stabbed him. Their eyes never parted. As his legs gave away, he never flinched. With her left hand she came up sharply and the head toppled to the side. His body slumped at her feet.

Another to her side, Araatris dropped her left blade and caught the demon’s wrist. Its sword paused above her head as she slowly turned her head. “Are you ready to die?” The satyr growled, but seemed unable to break contact with her eyes.

“I will not die, brat!”

Araatris smiled sadistically. “You are not the first to say so, but very well.” Her right hand swung her sword under his throat. “Call off your brethren and give me information and you may yet live.”

The demon growled, but nodded to the others. They stepped away, but watched.

“A name… I hear a name. He whispers it. He says you know it.”

His eyes narrowed, but didn’t answer.

“Xonath… He won’t leave it alone. The others know it too.”

“You’re not ready yet, brat. Leave it alone and you might live another day.” The demon relaxed and Araatris let him lower his sword.

An image broke into her hazed vision. It was a night elf with silver hair in red. A familiar face that it took her a moment to place. Tharion. She should not be here. She should not be doing this. Araatris broke her gaze and shook her head. Shaking her head she stumbled back. The demon snarled and she felt her sword gripped so tightly that she dropped her other blade. She had nothing.

The demon grabbed both wrists and raised her off the ground.

“You will not live to understand your mistake, brat.”

Something was screaming inside of her. It burned. It hurt. A pain so great that she could barely focus as the demon dragged her towards pyre in the center of camp. Malorin spoke finally, Brat… let it go. Fight them! You’re not defenseless!

As if that was a trigger, something burst out from her and she shrieked.

Several hours had passed. Araatris stared up at the moon as she finally came to her senses. She didn’t need to look down to see about her and for once, she wished that she couldn’t see at all. The camp was quiet except the crackle of the fire. Bodies lay everywhere, and in horrifying positions. Despite the trembling, she slowly made her way to her blades. She tried to ignore the clinging scent of blood that covered her.

She may not remember what happened, but she knew this was her work. Araatris didn’t know what was more terrifying. That she had done this or that she couldn’t remember it.

It’s better if you don’t… Malorin’s voice was soft and gentle.

Araatris nodded to himself and to herself. When she was ready, then she would remember. Malorin would not press this issue again. She had not been ready. Next time… she might be dead…