The Tavern - The beginning

[mauk]

The door swung open and the roar of the wind blew through the tavern and dimmed the sound of laughter and clanking glasses to a whisper, a hooded figure emerges from a storm the likes of hell has never seen. As the figure enters the tavern patrons eye him with a passive interest but pay him no further attention. It then proceeded to an empty table in the far corner.
As a bar maid approaches the shady figure slowly removes its hood to revile a male night elf hidden between the folds of the fabric, with long silver hair that glowed as if it were the moon itself that ran down past his shoulders.

Bar Maid: “what’ll be stranger”

Night elf: “just a pint of ale and some peace”

Moments later the bar maid returns with a mug of warm ale then proceeds to ask

Bar Maid: “so what brings you to this area of Azeroth”

Night elf: “ I’m just here to meet someone before I pass on through, and my business is my own, now if you will kindly leave me to enjoy my ale I am weary of my travels

Then the night elf hands the Bar Maid a few pieces of copper before she turns to attend to the other tavern patrons…..

[eamde]

Taking a pint of ale from the bar maid, and handing her a few coins a tall Night Elf leans against one of the walls of the tavern, observing the motley arrangement of beings the storm blew in.

His eyes rest on a newcomer, still wet from the torrential rain, and he takes a sip of his ale.

"Where do I know him from,"

His eyes light up for a moment, then fade again. He puts his ale down, and takes a long, thoughtful drag on his pipe, waiting to find out who this stranger is.

[Katzandra]

The wind blew cold against her moonlite flesh. It had been awhile since she had taken a nights rest. She gently patted her striped saber and encouraged her to continue on through the storm.

It had been awhile since she had been to Goldshire. She could have stayed in Stormwind, but the busy streets were never her style. Then again, nor were the sleepers of Goldshire. She chuckled to herself at the memories of the night kittens. What ever did happen to them? Did the sexual diseases finally kill them off? Or had the drums of war called all of their clients away. She knew these drums all too well. Peace? She was beginning to believe that ... peace.. would always be nothing but a memory.

Her eyes closed as her mind drifted back into the sands of time. She remembered the sounds of the running rivers and the wisps of her ancestors...had it really been that long? Her silver robe clung to her lustious curves like a second skin. The storm was making its presence known. Even if she had not wanted to stop at Lions Pride inn she would have to. Her mount made a slight grunting noise that jolted her from her thoughts.

Ahead, between her and Goldshire an Orc waited for her. The lightning crashed and flashed behind him. He stood proud and determined. She dismissed her mount and pulled her cloak out of her bag. She placed it over her shoulders. He began to buff up, obviously he was not about to let her pass through.

Little did he know, she wasn't about to run in fear. If anyone would be running ... it would be him. She pulled her cloak over her head. Two glowing white eyes peered through.

He began to drop totems.

[Darnassian]: "Oh great.. a shaman.. Oh how I hate your kind."

[Orcish]: Meah kuhan KEK!

[Darnassian]: "Newb."

[Orcish]: .... kek?

She let out a soft Elven laugh. He truly was a fool. Did she really appear that weak? How many times would the world of Azeroth underestimate a Priestess? She reached for her hip flask and took a sip of ale.

[Common]: "YAR! You no take ALE!"

She laughed again, obviously entertained.

Katzandra appears smashed.

The lightning in the background began to become more violent as Katzandra called upon the voids of hell to summon the strength of evil. Her form soon went from pure and agile to dark and mystical.

He blinked and stepped back a bit. He wasn't expecting a shadow Priest. He knew all too well the torments they could inflict. But he was from the Horde and wasn't about to back down. He would do it for the Horde... besides.. she would make a nice addition to his harlem. Yes, many would pay a nice chunk of gold for her. He smirked.

His smirk turned into curiousity. The woman raised a hand and a dark purple, green, and black orb began to form at her palm.

[Darnassian]: "Now you shall feel the shadows... prepare yourself."

She sent a mind blast flying to the inner depths of his very core. He felt his entire body jolt in confusion and complete pain. He fell to his knees and looked up at her. The glowing eyes soon narrowed as the magic shifted from one solid attack to one very torturous attack. Mind fray tormented his mind and the only thing he could do was melee attack her.. the main was too much for him to bare... if he attacked her head on.. maybe he could knock her off balance and win. She was a woman after all.. and the most delicate of the Alliance races.

Katzandra blinked. Was he really getting up? Perhaps she had underestimated his will.

[Darnassian]: "Nice, but this game must end here... i'm out of ale."

She released him from mind fray. She smirked as he drove his body into hers tackling her into the ground. She was never one for hand to hand? But hey this could be fun. And if he wasn't a disguisting orc.. it could have been a great time. She screamed in pain as she felt his weapon dig into the flesh of her arm. Her once immortal blood began to pour into the Earth of which she came. She narrowed her eyes and began to glow with an inner fire. With a clunched fist she pounded him repeatedly in the jaw until he jumped back.

She stood slightly slumped over. Her breathing had begun to become labored. She held a hand over her wound clenching it tightly to stop the bleeding.

He stood back rubbing his jaw. He knew her weakness. She was not strong in strength. Her physical beauty was the only thing powerful about her. He licked his blade, her blood was still warm upon the weapon's firey glow.

[Orcish]: "Yunh Teshai!"

She clenched her eyes shut for a moment. She listened to the Earth, may Elune guide her.

[Darnassian]: "1.... 2... 3...."

She opened her eyes. The Earth around her began shake. An unseen force was beginning to build. She tossed her cloak to the ground. Her midnight blue hair lifted off her shoulders and danced chaotically in the wind. The Orc was nose to nose with her. He thought she had surrendered when she stood calm with her eyes closed. Her eyes narrowed. The white glow turned black. She screamed at the top of her lungs. The scream attacked his soul violently. His body began to run uncontrolably. He could not stop.... She was going to kill him! He was going to run right into the guards of Stormwind.

Katzandra had other plans. Quickly with the skill of a true shadow priest she inflicted him with shadow word pain which began to drain his life quickly. Of course that wasn't enough for her, soon she began to control his mind. She made him run into crystal lake.

[Common]: "Well Katzandra, I see you haven't changed much."

Kialee was leaning against a tree sharpening her daggers. She tossed the Priest some Ale.

Kialee disappeared into the shadows. Katzandra laughed and let go of the orc's mind. He stood up slowly... and near death.

[Common]: "Now leave, and I shall let you live."

Kialee appeared behind the orc. She blew him a kiss and stabbed him into the back. He let out a cough of blood and fell to the ground. Dead.

[Common]: "And I see you have not changed either Kialee."

Kialee grinned wickedly.

[Common]: "Even for a shadow priestess you show too much mercy to those that would show you none. Remember the outlands Katz. As painful as it is.. remember betrayal is what made you what you are."

Kialee blew Katzandra a kiss and faded into the shadows once more.

Katzandra let out a loud sigh. She knew Kialee was correct. With a heavy heart she picked up her cloak. With her face hidden and her form back to normal she entered the small town of Goldshire. First stop? The tavern.

Kialee watched Katzandra from a distance. She frowned at the priestess. She was a very powerful woman, but her emotions ruled her too much. Kialee was thankful that she had rid herself of most of the emotions that once threatened to destroy her.

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A tall woman entered the tavern. Her presense seemed to command attention and power. Her face and features were hidden. Nothing but her Elven outline could be seen.

Her eyes glowed with intensity at Eamde and Mauk.

"Greetings, its good to see some familiar faces."

She pulled the hood of her cloak back revealing her true face.

"Could I get some Ale please bar maiden...."

The barmaiden nodded and returned with Ale. Katzandra began to clean out her wound with the powerful ale. She winced as it stung. Luckily for her it was just to kill whatever germs the orc left behind. She placed an agile Elven hand over the wound and began to mend it. There was no sign that she had ever been touched when she was done.

"So what brings you two here?"

[minor typos here and there, i haven't RPed in a long time so yeah, its not uber but it will do. You wanted a response there you go. <3]