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Post by Callahan on Jul 13, 2009 20:12:24 GMT -5
"For the last time, sir, we cannot accommodate your request." "But they are WEAK." "I'm not attacking Lordaeron based on your observations that there weren't any guards on the main gate." "Then send your own scouts then." Val sighed. He'd been arguing with this man for the last half hour. "I did send my own damn scouts a week ago, and they reported a host several hundred moving through the gates. And the gates were still unguarded then." "Grand Marshal, have I ever let you down?" Val didn't even need time to think. "What about the impending assault on Lakeshire that caused us to marshal several hundred men from here to there, expecting a large force. Archers, seige equipment, knights, only to find a few gnolls come scurrying over a ridge then back?" "A slight lapse in my information." "Or the time when..." "No need to be so DAMN pedantic. Sir." He offered the title at the end as though hardly wanting to speak the word. "But trust me, the undead will not see it coming."
"Of course they won't see it coming. It's a stupid idea, that's why." The bells tolled 12 and he felt himself wanting to punch the man before him for suggesting something so idiotic. "Are you calling me an idiot, Grand Marshal?" "Perhaps I am." His eyes shot from the man he was arguing with to the woman approaching now in her pretty dress, food with her and a pleasant mood in her step. "I've brought your lunch sir. If you wouldn't mind taking a break, it's turned into a lovely day and you may enjoy taking in the fresh air outside." "Yes, Marshal," the man chimed in, standing to his feet, "Let's take this outside." "Gerkins you will be SEATED immediately, or I will not be responsible for the consequences." He resisted the urge to throw something at the man, not wanting to sink so low in front of Narianne on his first day back.
"Come on, you don't seem the type to want to settle things with threats. Or was the title bestowed upon you because they wouldn't find anyone decent?" "He's right, sir." Palus chimed in, very unwelcome, "Usually you're all up for fighting. Is there something wrong?" The paladin grinned a toothy smile, indicating towards Narianne, and Val grudgingly rose to his feet, leaping across the table and idly followed Gerkins through the doors, whispering to Narianne as he passed her. "Please don't say anything." He moved into the courtyard, observing Gerkins at the other side already getting ready for a fistfight. He rubbed his hand down his face, not looking forward to fighting on his first day back, but wasn't really intimidated by the man before him. He was smaller and less muscular than most enemies he'd faced, and was overconfident. He could tell.
"Come on then, put up your dukes. Or has that whore in there made you soft?" Val brought a swing around Gerkin's face lightning fast, bringing the man up off his feet a few seconds before landing hard on the cold stone. Palus hadn't even bothered to follow them out. The guards around them gave off the echoing sound of 'Oooooh' as the soldier lay on the ground, panting and coughing a little. Val turned, not even bothering with the man and returning to find everyone else as he had left them, slamming the doors behind him. He moved back over to his chair, hitting Palus in the shoulder roughly. "Thanks for that, 'brother'." He returned his attention to Narianne now, smiling and thanking her for the food, remembering that she had offered that they go outside for it. "What say you, Palus? A little trip into the sunlight for a delicious meal?" He smiled at her. She was certainly welcome at the moment.
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Post by Narisha on Jul 13, 2009 21:39:43 GMT -5
She hadn't planned on saying anything. It was hardly her place to interfere in office politics... though she did feel that fist-fighting was a bit childish. They were grown men for god's sake.
And then the man called her a whore.
Lucky for him the Grand Marshal flattened him. Unluckily for him, that meant that when her immolation spell missed and he wasn't dancing around in flames like the little bush that took the blast behind him, she decided to just polymorph him into a frog.
While the little bastard was hopping around, she summoned Rudyup.
"Imp... when that frog has changed back... the SECOND he changes back, toast him and call me. He and I need to have a little talk."
The little demon cackled in glee and danced around the little frog as she turned back to grab the basket. Heading back outside, assuming the Grand Marshal and whoever else had followed her, and found the annoying little man trying to dodge fireballs from Rudyup.
"Hold this please..." She shoved the basket into the Grand Marshal's hands and let go, assuming he took hold of it, and marched up to the horrible ass dancing around her imp.
*Crack*
The slap resounded through the courtyard and Rudyups cackle was the only thing heard for a moment before Nari just started in on him.
"A whore am I? Well then sir you must know the women who live at the Lion's Pride in by name... Though I doubt you know mine since I haven't been near Goldshire in near 6 years now I believe. I was unaware that simply being a female made me by default a "whore" but since the term leapt to your lips so readily you must be far more experienced in what makes a whore than I am."
Her hand flew backwards through the air and she struck him again before turning back to the men, glowering fiercely.
"Let's have something to eat shall we?"
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Post by Callahan on Jul 13, 2009 21:50:31 GMT -5
He and Palus followed her, a few of the other guards from the inside following him as though they couldn't handle themselves. Emerging back into the sunlight they came upon the man he had just beaten down with a single punch dodging fireballs from a demon. He shot a glance at Narianne, who handed him the basket and approached Gerkins. A slap, and he stifled a laugh. Gerkins was certainly getting told off. He wondered if he himself had managed to do anything similar to annoy this woman and received a similar treatment. Maybe when he was drunk he- Slap. Oooh, the second one was certainly unexpected. Enough to drag him out of his thought processes, a smile creeping across his lips as he struggled to prevent the laugh so much this time. She was certainly fiesty, but he liked it. How she hadn't argued the Orcs to death he had no idea.
She turned back to him, eyes burning fiercely. He was taken aback a bit, before relaxing and smiling at her offer. A meal? Yes, that would be a nice thing to do, certainly. Palus was already settled on a bench, flipping his warhammer in the air and catching it for fun, some food beside him. He guided her across to the other bench, offering her a seat before joining her, handing her the basket back and smiling. "It would seem that you taught him a lesson akin to mine." He smiled, knowing he wouldn't have punched the man as eagerly or fiercely if it had been just a straight up fist fight. But no, no one goes around calling women by such disgusting titles unless it were true or warranted, and it was neither. Gerkins was a poor excuse for an officer, and probably unaware that he was vulnerable to losing rank for that. That he was going to lose rank for that.
Val was all about respect in his armies. Treat the soldiers properly and teach them well, and they'll do well by you. Gerkins, he was one of the older types of officers. Soldiers meant little, women were inferior, and he did not spare the whip. The only reason Val had kept him in such a position despite his blatant diregard for proper behaviour was because he actually had no reason to demote him to a more fitting rank. The years of superiority and soldier beating was through, and finally he had the necessary actions to bring that scum down from his high horse. Hmm. He'd remove his riding priviledges too. His mind drifted back to the pretty young thing in front of him. She smelled divine. No, wait. That was the basket. It smelt meaty and... he sniffed again. "Surely you didn't get this old drunkard some beer while he's on the job?" He smiled, feeling the urge to kiss her on the cheek, actually moving in briefly before catching himself, pulling back quickly, a little wide eyed at his lapse of concentration.
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Post by Narisha on Jul 13, 2009 22:30:36 GMT -5
She beamed a smile at him at what she considered to be a compliment.
"Thank you! I have been known to give a man a good slapping when he deserved it." She passed another glare at the ass who had called her a whore. "Though I don't know if you could call that a man..."
She allowed him to guide her to a bench and took a seat, smoothing out her skirts, a grin on her face as she answered him.
"Well... it isn't often that you'll have time to visit the tavern anymore, and I figured with the way you were talking this morning you would have a rough morning. It's only a bit, not enough to get you drunk most likely, but you should enjoy it."
She opened the basket and began setting the things out for him, taking a bit of the cheese, an apple, and some of the bread for herself.
"The rest is for you. Sophie and I had a quick discussion about what you might enjoy for lunch and I'm personally not all that fond of beer basted ribs."
She conjured each of them a nice cool glass of water and then made a tiny exclamtion.
"Almost forgot..."
A little vial of a red potion appeared in her hand from her pocket.
"Drink that first. You seem to be healing up quite well. I'm pleased, though I'll need to check your shoulder when you get home tonight."
She tapped a finger on both their apples, splitting them into pieces.
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Post by Callahan on Jul 13, 2009 22:50:50 GMT -5
The weather, now that he had chance to experience, had certainly changed since the drizzle that morning. The clouds and nearly disappeared and the sun shone happily onto the back of his neck. Focusing down from the sky he looked at the soft skin of his lunchmate. He smiled at her, broader this time, taking the ribs and setting about devouring one of them eagerly. He nodded at her comments, not at all surprised that she was used to handling men in such a way. He also agreed that the behaviour Gerkins had exhibited was hardly worthy of officer, soldier or man, though he twinged a little inwardly wondering if he'd been the same any time he'd seen this woman when he himself was intoxicated. He was glad she had brought him something with a slightly alcoholic taste to it, if only to tease his tongue with. It was refreshing and the only time he'd had any in the last 3 days, though in her typical fashion there seemed to be a catch of some sort and she produced another red vial, telling him to drink it.
He popped off the cork at the top of the bottle with a thumb, sniffing it before downing it, grimacing once more at the taste of the potion. "Never gets better, does it?" He mused, returning to his ribs, picking some more meat away from the bone with his teeth and swallowing it quite heartily, glancing over to see Palus looking at the pair. The paladin offered them a raise of his mug, and he raised his ribs in return to the man. He was a good soldier. His mouth was bigger than his warhammer at times though, but Val tried not to hold it against him. He paused at the end of the first rib, savouring the taste on his lips. Delicious.
He started on the second, getting halfway through before placing it aside and grasping a loaf of bread and some cheese, forming the basis of a sandwich before pulling apart the pieces of meat to complete the meal, folding the bread over and biting into it. Bread, meat and dairy. An exquisite threesome. Finishing the sandwich and the rib, he turned to the apple she had managed to cut without a knife, somehow, chewing into a slice of that. He realised he was eating a little quickly, though probably not noticably, and decided to slow down. It was certainly like a miniature feast before him, but it would need to last otherwise he'd end up being hungry by mid-afternoon. He started on the third rip, looking at her as he ate, taking in her features. He couldn't quite get over how pretty she was. Maybe not wanting to.
He quickly remembered that Gerkin's useless display had set him back more time than he'd wanted to, and decided to use the quiet time they'd gotten to let her know. "I might end up being a little later tonight. I wasn't expecting a long discussion on faulty subjects with the punchbag over there." He nodded towards Gerkin's sore form.
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Post by Narisha on Jul 14, 2009 1:37:23 GMT -5
She sighed as he told her would probably be home late for dinner.
"I would prefer sir, if you didn't start out making that a habit. I'm sure everyone knows where you live and are quite accustomed to dragging out of your home at all hours of the night. If something terribly critical comes up I'm sure they'll send someone to drag you back here. But Sophie has ready started on dinner and it would be a shame if it had to sit and wait on you."
She leveled a glare at the man pointed to and quirked an eyebrow at him.
"That is keeping you here? Demote it and try to be home on time."
She stood and tossed her apple core to a passing squirrel, smiling as the little creature ran off with it and sigh coming from her. It had been nice to sit with him enjoying the sun. Her eyes widened as the bells began to toll 1 and she quickly bent and placed a kiss on his forehead. Have to take everyone shopping. Please finish eating. I'll be by around 8 to make sure no one keeps you."
Tossing him a smile she hurried out of the courtyard and off to the house. She had three kids to pick up and take shopping.
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Post by Callahan on Jul 14, 2009 9:39:25 GMT -5
He shook his head at her question. "No, he is keeping me here no longer. Though he has wasted considerable amounts of my time." He agreed that the man would suffer rank from this, even maybe be forced to re-enter the officers training if Val was feeling generous. Pretty big 'if' though. She was now informing him that she would be back for him in the evening, and he knew that either he was going to have to be ready-ish to go, or she'd probably set the entire place on fire. She stood up on hearing the bell toll. Ah of course, she was going to the stores with-
She kissed him.
On the forehead, granted, but his mind had suddenly went blank, his eyes just barely following her as she scuttled off out of the courtyard and out of sight. He continued to stare after her, only jolted back to the present by Palus's laughter. Val quickly tried to resume eating as though nothing had happened. He half wanted to scold her for it. Now he'd never get any work done today. Palus was beside him and moved himself into the vacant spot next to him, still grinning. "Seems your Orc hunting wasn't a total waste." He smiled, chugging down some more of his mead. Val nodded a little, having given up years ago trying to dissuade the paladin from drinking. It didn't sound right, but Palus never seemed to get drunk, no matter how much he had.
"So, couldn't get my sword out eh?" He teased, redirecting the conversation away from himself and back to that morning. "Tried, bad shoulder, you understand I'm certain." Val grinned, starting on another rib. Aye, he knew the feeling, though it was getting better and better each day. Well, each hour actually now that he thought about it. He threw the paladin a few pieces of apple and watched as he started devouring them. "So, what else do I need to do today, outside of sign pointless requests?" "Well, we're in the process of putting those posters up, though the Magi, the warlocks, the loremasters and some high elves want to talk to you." He groaned at the thought, so many meetings, but at the mention of High Elves he snapped up. Weren't they all dead or lost? "I thought Arthas crippled them with the destroyed the Sunwell? Stopped them from being able to do anything?" "Partly, though these ones seem to have managed to survive, and they want to see you." "Just one meeting after another is it?" Palus looked confused, before realising with an 'ahh' and smiling. "Oh no, my friend, they're all here together."
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Post by Narisha on Jul 14, 2009 16:36:51 GMT -5
She rushed to the house, only a few minutes behind, and opened the door to see Edmund straightening Michael's shirt. She was so relieved at Matron Nightingales suggestions having turned out to be so perfect for her needs.
She held out her hands and Claire and Michael ran forward and grabbed one each, Edmund following closely behind.
"Sophie... Do you have your list finished?!" She shouted back towards the kitchen.
"Yes Miss... Edmund has it!" Was shouted back and with a smile at all three of them she turned and set off.
They had many many many things to purchase, starting with showing Michael and Claire the clothing she'd bought them. The kids were thrilled with the purchases and it took all of her control for Nari to get them to calm themselves and focus on the shopping.
"Alright you two..." She giggled as they spun her around. "We have to get finished... Edmund grab their clothing please."
She dragged them to a halt and knelt down in front of them.
"Alright little ones. Michael, you are to take this," she handed him a small pouch of coins. "And go to the apothecary. I want a good enough supply of healing potions, and whatever else the man suggests would be appropriate. Make sure he writes you a list of everything he gathers and then ask him to deliver it to the Grand Marshals home. When you're finished, find Edmund or myself."
The little boy grabbed the bag and scampered off happily as Nari turned to Claire.
"Alright missy, your job is to get all the first aid supplies I have listed." She handed Claire a pouch as well. "As with Michael, tell them where you're living and make sure they give you a list of everything you're paying for, then ask that it be delivered to the house. After that head over to the cheese maker and then the baker and the fruit sellers cart. Sophie has made a list and you need to make sure you get everything she has. If you run out of gold tell them to put it on the Grand Marshal's credit. If anyone hassles you..."
Nari waved her hand and a little voidwalker popped up by Claire's side.
"Let him know to come get me. If anyone tries to hurt you..." She gave the little void a pat on the head. "Popo here will grow to his normal size and protect you until I can get there. When you're through you can go ahead and head home to help Sophie sort through everything. Remember Claire, it's important you get lists of what the vendors say we're getting."
She gave the girl a quick kiss on the forehead and stood, dusting her skirts off as she watched her go. Then she turned to Edmund.
"You're to get all the meats and miscellanious things for the house. I'll be working through linens and the kitchen supplies Sophie wanted. Everything goes on the Grand Marshal's credit."
Edmund nodded to her and turned to go, when she stopped him.
"Edmund... pick something nice out for yourself and Sophie, as a thank you for doing such a wonderful job."
He gave her a smile and disappeared. Nari, sighed happily and set to work in a tailoring shop picking new linens for the house. Blues and greens, she felt would compliment everything and not be so girly that they would over-whelm the silly man when he came home that evening. She ordered cushions for the sun room, curtains, fresh sheets for each of the bedrooms.
"On second thought... make that three sets of sheets..." She smiled at the tailor. The two got into a little chat about where Nari had been, what the newest dress was she was playing to purchase when she next had money, and where she was living. When Nari finally pulled herself away, the other woman gave her a wink causing Nari to blush bright pink.
She stepped outside and nearly tripped over Michael. The little boy beamed up at her and handed her the list from the apothecary. She smiled and took it, sliding his little hand in her.
"Come Michael, last on our list is gathering the tools Sophie needs for the kitchen."
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Post by Callahan on Jul 14, 2009 17:43:08 GMT -5
"So... it's a good thing?" "No, not at all sir." "So then it's a bad thing." "Not quite, mi'lord." Val glared at the table, breathing deeply trying to understand whatever it was these men were trying to say. He had over a dozen people stood in front of him, claiming to be from the same group, but telling him different things. "OK, explain this to me one more time. Please. Mages?" One of the men in long blue robes stepped forward, offering a large complex chart of random shapes and lines interjoining them with symbols and runes and other things Val had no idea of. The man then began gesturing around the 'map', or whatever it was, as he spoke. "As you can see, sir, our world here is linked through many paradoxes within itself, however there are other lands that can be reached through permeable subspaces if one were to possess the right trajectories and incantations." Val paused him with a hand, taking in whatever he was saying.
"In short, our world connects to itself and to other worlds, sir." Palus offered, his legs propped up against the table and relaxing. Val nodded at him. "Like the Dark Portal?" The mage nodded, and Val finally managed to follow thus far. "OK, continue." "What we've detected is fluctuations in these uh... paths, as you might call them. There's something moving between them. Something big." "Dangerous?" The mage paused, seeming a little uneager to answer, directing his hand towards the warlock. "I believe it would be their area, sir." He beckoned the warlock close, in bloody red robes, with a hood over her face.
"Well, Grand Marshal, there has been the detection of a demonic-like presence approaching." She hissed the words slightly, but he ignored it. "Burning Legion?" He asked, barely wanting to hear the answer to this. If the legion was returning then there was hardly anything they'd be able to do to stop them. The warlock shook her head though. "Not quite." "Not quite?" "Correct, sir." There was a few seconds of silence as he awaited the warlock's elaboration, before pressing it for himself. "Then... what is coming?" The warlock grinned, somewhat. He wasn't sure whether it was a twisted smile or not. "Are you familiar with the Eredar race, sir?" "Archimonde." Palus offered, still in his relaxed position. Val nodded, thanking the paladin again. "Archimonde. So... the Eredar are coming?" "Not sure, sir. We felt something similar to Archimonde, but not evil. We're not sure what it is." Val paused, thinking, but before he could do anything the warlock stepped back and a loremaster stepped forward.
"We have reason to believe the Eredar were split, sir." "Split?" He asked, mildly intrigued. "Yes sir, it means they were divided into-" "I know what SPLIT means, what do you mean they were split? Cut in half? Beheaded? What?" His fingers clenched on the table. Palus laughed a little, but Val ignored him. The loremasted produced a set of books, with marks indicating various facts. "Well there are reports here that uh... The Eredar split in a bid for power. And the older Orc tales state they engaged in trait with uh... "demons of the lands, but not of the legion", and uh... There's other reports which come from various sources stating the demons in exile." He passed Val the books as he cited the sources, apparently oblivious to the fact they were in a different language.
"Other sources?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow. The loremaster nodded, somewhat hesitantly. "They saw... visions from another land, apparently coming from survivors of the demons' lands who were telling these 'sources' of the demons, maybe as a warning of some kind. But they should be credible, I mean, one of them was an accountant and another was only a part time prostitute." Val sighed, knowing the loremaster was probably right in what he was saying, as it seemed to fit, but some of it didn't make sense. "Exile from who? The legion? Is that why they're travelling here?" The loremaster half nodded, half shook his head at the question. "They are exiles from the demons, but... well, I believe our high elf friends may have that answer for us." Val beckoned the high elves over, but paused to attempt to recap.
"So what you're saying is, demons are coming here who may be like Archimonde but may not be? Do the Night Elves know about this?" Everyone nodded their heads at the summary, but there was a resounding no towards the Night Elf part. Val knew the Night Elves weren't big fans of the demons. He paused, nodding at the Elves before him to start, ignoring Palus's offer to tell the Night Elves, the paladin chuckling as he did so. "Grand Marshal, we believe the exiled demons are being chased." Val had since given up trying to understand how these High Elves were standing before him without their Sunwell, but ignored this for the sake of greater importance. "Go on." He pressed, intrigued as to what these Elves knew. "As you may be aware, a group of our bretherin followed an Elf named Kael'thas several years ago, in league with the Nage." Val nodded. "The Naga are a species of-" "Please, Palus, I know what Naga are." The paladin laughed a little, grabbing a drumstick from the table and starting to eat it.
"We believe that Kael'thas has fallen into ranks with Illidan the Betrayer, and it might be our fallen bretherin who pursue the demons." Val exhaled, resting his head in his hands. Demons and Elves and space travels and other worlds. It sounded like something he'd come up with on a Friday night. "So they follow Illidan? I'm assuming that means they are unlikely to be on our side?" The Elves nodded, and he believed he had all the information needed. "Elves chasing demons from their homeworld, probably going to land in our world, but we don't know when, where, what they'll be landing in, whether they're friendly and what the Elves are going to do. Am I correct?" There was a joyous nod all round.
He sighed. This was stupid.
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Post by Narisha on Jul 14, 2009 19:08:44 GMT -5
She and Michael had returned to the house, finding Claire and Sophie madly sorting through the new supplies. Edmund, Sophie told her, had dropped off the meats and gone back for everything else. Something about not trusting delivery boys. She couldn't blame him. Already she'd found 6 apples, a melon, two healing potions, four rolls of bandages, a soup pot (the big one which made her raise an eyebrow) and a wooden mixing spoon missing. The apples and melon weren't too big an issue, and there were enough potions and bandages to last them a while, but the soup pot would be needed.
Sighing at a poverty level that caused children to steal from their jobs, she debated complaining to the store and simply decided against it. If they were so desperate that they stole the big pot then they needed it.
"Sophie... can you function without that soup pot for a while... till I can get another?"
The young girl smiled at her in understand and nodded.
"Excellent..." There was a knock at the door and Nari leapt up with a smile. "I'll bet that's all the linens. Continue sorting and putting away dears."
She hurried to the front door and opened it, a broad smile crossing her face at the fabric laden delivery boy. Dragging him into the house, she began to relieve him of his burdens, her smile settling into a look of satisfaction as she held a light green drape up to a window.
"Lovely... her workmanship always is. Boy..." She turned to him. "Do you have any other immediate deliveries or can you help me get these hung till my man gets back?"
The boy nodded slowly.
"Excellent, I'll pay you for your time..."
The two set about, the young man climbing up on stools and drilling valances into walls as Nari sat about stringing the drapes onto rods. Soon the entry way and living area were finished and the two were working on the dining room when Edmund returned. Nari gave the delivery boy two pieces of gold and asked him to tell the tailor she'd be by at the weeks end to discuss that dress again.
Edmund silently took the boys place and in quick order the dining room and downstairs bedrooms were finished as well. She sent Edmund up to finish the bedrooms and single handedly attacked the sun room and the little office. She tossed every pillow and old drape into a pile in the living room, and then carefully set out new cushions, new pillows, hung the drapes and stepped back with a smile.
It was still a bit early... only about 6:30 when she and Edmund finished, so she set about stocking all the linen closest and changing the bedding. When she stepped into the Grand Marshal's room she sighed at what a disaster it was compared to the rest of the house.
Lightly making her way downstairs, she asked Edmund to please make a quick attempt at straightening the master bedroom as she grabbed a cloak from the closet. Part of the mornings chores had been moving more of her things into the house. The night had grown cool and she was quite thankful for the extra layer as she stepped out onto the street. She knew she was early, but for some reason she felt pulled to the headquarters and Nari hadn't ever been one to ignore feelings.
Slipping in past the guards with little more than a wave, she silently opened the door and settled against the wall. More people had come to bother the Grand Marshal...
"Elves chasing demons from their homeworld, probably going to land in our world, but we don't know when, where, what they'll be landing in, whether they're friendly and what the Elves are going to do. Am I correct?"
Her eyes widened as she listened to him. That did not in anyway sound like a good thing. Stealthily she crept around the room making her way forward.
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Post by Callahan on Jul 14, 2009 19:52:03 GMT -5
He looked up from his sigh just enough to see a figure slip through the door. He tilted his head a little. He recognised that skinny frame and fine figure. Surely it can't be 8 already? Well, she was being reserved at the moment, so maybe not quite yet. Maybe he'd be able to wrap up this business that had taken him several hours so far. At the moment this group had offered no information. No demands, no requests. He didn't like it. He stood up, stretching his legs for a moment, observing them, before asking them. "I believe there may be a reason you're here other than to inform me of something that may happen years from now?" The warlock giggled a little, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "Begging your pardon, sir... but the landing will probably be within the next two months." She hissed. He did a double-take. Two months? Demons and fallen Elves would be landing here in two months?
"Two months? How can this be? Are you sure?" He'd need to start mobilising forces immediately. "Certain. In fact, probably less. There might be more information when we return. It could be weeks. Days." She grinned. She seemed to be taking a lot of pleasure from this. Typical sadistic warlock. "How long before we know where the Eredar and Elves are going to land?" He was hoping they could track their landing areas, if nothing else, especially since they seemed so easily to know when they'd land. "A few days before, maybe. Maybe hours." She didn't stop smiling, and he didn't stop getting more and more upset with this. He'd never be able to send troops to where the landing site would be. Not withing hours. A few men through mage portals, but what use are they?
"Our best hope may be to send diplomats and pray these things are friendly. I'm assuming the Blood Elves are less than likely to want our friendship. Especially after that moron Garathos's treatment of them." He sighed. There was a silence all around him for several seconds. He knew they were waiting for his decision on this. They rarely offered any advice. Except Palus, but he was being surprisingly quiet. "Well..." Maybe not. "We could send them plenty of beer and women and see if they're friendly. If so, no problem. If not, we get 'em while they're drunk." Val rolled his eyes, not even justifying that idea with a response. Palus chucked. "Right, we'll need a group of our best, ready to travel at a moment's notice anywhere and take our alliance offer to them." He pondered for a moment. No one he could think of to lead them. "I'll lead them." He nodded. Nothing more was said and he adjourned the meeting, thanking the magi and loremasters before returning to his papers, forgetting of Narianne's presence as the demonic arrival weighed on his mind.
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Post by Narisha on Jul 14, 2009 19:58:54 GMT -5
That giggle halted her steps and she quirked an eyebrow. Interesting. She continued creeping forward having to stifle the laugh Palus' idea almost made her burst into. It seemed a proper solution to her.. much better than him going to ....
Well hell... nevermind. He'd already volunteered. She sighed internally. But, she supposed, it would give her a chance to get out of the area for a bit. He certainly wasn't going by himself.
The meeting was adjourned and the newcomers milled about, giving her the freedom to sneak up to where he was seated and slip behind him. She leaned against the wall, content to remain silent and let him work until 8. She would have been willing to give him extra time, but knowing he had just volunteered to leave at any given moment she felt she had best get him home on time and properly fed.
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Post by Callahan on Jul 14, 2009 20:11:05 GMT -5
The hall was empty now. Nearly. Him, Palus, a few scribes. He glanced up. Narianne was still there. She shouldn't be waiting, but that warlock. The one in the blood red. She was still here too. He turned his head a little, perplexed as she just stood there, before turning back to his work. It was difficult but he attempted to make himself appear as interested in the Hunting Request for some man who wanted to hunt a large reptile around Stormwind. He'd read it several times over, but he didn't want to break away because it might indicate he was open to conversation. "Grand Marshal..." The half hiss, half purring sound made him close his eyes for a moment, lifting them up and finding himself immediately at waist height. That robe covered a lot less than he thought it did. Quickly snapping up, he tried to focus on the face, and not the distractions on the way.
"Is there anything I can help you with, Miss... uh..." Damn, he didn't even know her name, but she didn't seem to care, leaning over the table at him, clearly not afraid of external eyes. "Names aren't important." She smiled at him, and he froze a little, watching her come closer to him and rest her lips against his ear. His hand gripped the table a little as she purred against him. "I can be your mistress or your slave... mmm." She laughed again, softly but unnerving nonetheless. "We warlocks do like pain after all." She grinned, removing herself from his ear and resting herself on the edge of his table. He glanced at Narianne, hardly sure of what he should do. He couldn't throw the woman out or push her away. It would be barbaric, and besides she might decide to get her revenge. But he didn't feel comfortable with her sitting on the table, and...
She started moaning suggestively. Palus was almost in fits of laughter. Not him though.
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Post by Narisha on Jul 14, 2009 20:24:24 GMT -5
Nari watched as the warlock crept forward. Her eyebrow quirked at the woman as she practically purred at the Grand Marshal and her fingers twitched with the desire to polymorph the woman. Stepping out of the corner, Nari knocked Palus in the head and leaned on the other side of the table stretching her fingers out towards the other woman, brushing them lightly down her cheek.
Nari was a warlock herself, she knew how many of them could be seduced easily. Drifting her fingers beneath the other woman's chin, she gently drew their heads together giving a sultry smile.
"I know exactly how much we like pain..." she purred in the woman's ear, gently stroking her fingers down her throat and pulling away she brushed her lips across the woman's cheek. "But this one is mine. Back off."
Stretching entirely away, she waved her hand and seconds later a little penguin flopped to the floor and waddled aimlessly.
"Bitch" Nari nearly spat the word at the little penguin and looked at the Grand Marshal.
"Sir, dinner should be ready promptly at 8. Perhaps you and Master Giggles over there would like to finish your work at home?"
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Post by Callahan on Jul 14, 2009 20:48:35 GMT -5
The hit to Palus's head was a welcome distraction. He grinned, relaxing a little as the paladin rubbed his head, but still smiled. He was thick headed anyway. He'd be fine. He followed Narianne, keeping his eyes locked on her as she approached the other warlock. She looked calm, but he had seen that look in her eyes before. He remained quiet, watching as... wow. He wasn't expecting contact like that. Not right in front of it. He didn't dare look at Palus. He was probably the worst paladin Val had ever seen and he loved him for it. At least when he wasn't comparing him to Arthas. Narianne was starting to talk now, running her fingers down the other warlock's face and talking very suggestively to her. Wait, did she just say he was her's? Did that mean she felt... they'd need to talk about this. But now was definately not the time.
Poof. There was a little sort of squeak and the other warlock disappeared. Val paused for a moment, then peered over the edge of his desk to see a small penguin waddling about confused and frantic. He grinned. Always funnier when it happened to someone else. She suggested they leave, Palus included, and continue work at home. Palus was all too eager to accept his invitation into his home, scooping up the paperwork, as did Val. Content he had all of the things necessary, he pulled his helmet onto his head and grabbed his sword, carrying it over his shoulder, following Narianne out of the building. He didn't really say much on the way back, though as his home came into sight he could hardly believe how different it was. This woman was a gem and a marvel.
"Damn. I should start coming with you on these Orc excursions." Palus said, standing as shocked as Val did.
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