Post by Springrose on Feb 27, 2008 14:11:33 GMT -5
((OOC: This is also running on the White Tower's forums as well, so if you think you've seen it before, you probably have. It is open to ALL RPers however. Feel free to join if you want.))
--about a year and a half ago--
Springrose stared at the gates of Stormwind as the griffon she was riding up glided to a soft stop. It eyed her warily as she dismounted. She ignored the stupid beast, they had been acting apprehensive of her for a long time now. She breathed in the human stained air of Stormwind. All the scents of humanity were embedded in the stones of the great city.
How long had it been since she was last here? Three Months? Six Months? It could have only been six weeks… Time didn't seem to matter anymore.
She sighed to herself. She wasn't here to reminisce; she had a purpose for coming here. Just like the other areas she had been. She had to do this. She had no choice. He wanted it, so it would be done. It would make him happy and that made her happy.
She walked down the ramp from the Griffon Master and into Stormwind. Cat, a once beautiful nightsaber, walked behind her, a shadow of what he had been. His head hung low and he looked thin. His coat was unkempt and dirty. Springrose paid no attention to him at all.
She moved with the flood of humanity that inhabited Stormwind. Her hood was draped over her face, she did not want to be recognized. Not that that was a problem, few people knew of her and even less cared. But coming to a big city, well there was always a chance of running into them.
"They abandoned you. Remember, my sweet." His voice filled her ears. A smile came across her lips. He was right. He was always right. There had been two whom she would have done almost anything for--perhaps even died for. But they betrayed her by leaving her. The smile became a grimace as her teeth ground together. "They are nothing. To the Lamb, my sweet."
The park was always the area one of them hung around in and without her being able to communicate with the White Tower, she was not sure if he was there at this moment or not. She stuck to the perimeter of the park and entered the Slaughtered Lamb without anyone seeming to take notice of her.
There was always a peculiar smell to this tavern. She never had been able to figure out what it was before. Now she recognized it immediately as she entered. It was the smell of demons--sweet, comforting--brimstone and blood. She paused as she took a deep breath. After a brief talk with the bartender, she headed downstairs.
The Slaughtered Lamb was perhaps the worst kept secret in Stormwind. Everyone knew it was where the warlocks practiced their dark craft, but everyone turned a blind eye to them. As long as they were useful to those in power, they would be tolerated.
Springrose walked up to a human female. "Jalane." The woman turned to face the cloaked night elf. Jalane's features were marked with years of anger and struggle. Jalane raised an eyebrow before speaking. "So you're his flavor of the week?" Springrose's hand curled around the haft of her dagger. "Funny. Do you want it or not?" replied Spring.
Jalane smirked evilly, "His tastes have improved." Jalane then turned and walked into a back room. Spring followed behind her.
Upstairs, Cat sat next to the front door staring out into the park as if waiting for someone.
--about a year and three months ago--
The dwarf looked up at Springrose with surprise in his eyes. She grinned wickedly at him, then shoved her second sword into his gut. Not a mortal wound, but it would hurt like the nether. She let him linger with her sword impaling him. But he would have to die. They always had to die. So she cut his throat. He gasped and gurgled. She felt the pendent that hung around her neck grow warm. It was odd, it did that everytime she killed anyone who was against her master. Sometimes she wondered if it was absorbing the souls of those who she killed. Maybe that's why none of them ever returned? They couldn't?
The dwarf collapsed which brought Spring back to the job at hand. Satistfied he was dead she glanced around her. Cat was covered in blood as he padded up to her. But she wasn't looking for him. "Good," she thought. They are all dead. She nodded to the human next to her. Quietly they piled the bodies onto the supply cart. They led the horse and cart away from Nethergarde Keep--its intended destination.
That was his plan. To whittle away at the resolve of those who maintained vigilance over the Portal. Not just the Alliance but the Horde suffered these attacks. They never left anyone alive.
So they never recognized her when she had to visit the Keep.
--about a year and a month ago--
Springrose sat next to a cloaked over figure. They kept their voices low so the others in the inn in Duskwood wouldn't overhear their conversation.
Spring pulled a small pouch out of her backpack and tossed it on the table. "Payment, as promised," she whispered. The other figure pulled the pouch towards him. It jingled with the sound of coin. He looked up at Spring and smiled.
"Sowing dissent in Stormwind pays well doesn't it?" he grinned. His teeth were not those of a peasant, they were well taken care of. And the clothes underneath the cloak were tailored.
Spring watched him with impassive eyes as he greedily opened the pouch. He hesitated before reaching into it, but only for a few seconds. He pulled out a large gem that seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the inn. "Apparently I made a good impression?" he said proudly.
Then he made a soft choking noise as black tendrils snaked out of the gem and down his arm. Spring closed her eyes and looked away. She looked back when she heard him slump down on the table. She casually brushed the gem back into the pouch and put the pouch back in her backpack.
Then she left. Cat was sitting by the inn door. She glared at him as she walked out. He had been acting odd lately. It was like he was looking for something. Or someone? "Let him," she thought sourly, "I need a new pet anyway. He's too damn old."
Spring was walking next to the fountain in the middle of the square, when something caught her eye. It was an armored horse with a proud rider in plate. Her heart ached for a moment. Could it be him? No. He was gone. But she couldn't take the risk and ran the rest of the way to the griffon point.
--about a year ago--
It was chaos, complete and total chaos. He was loving it. She could feel his pleasure. This is what he had been working towards. The portal had been opened. She smiled knowing she had helped him. The defenders of Nethergarde Keep weren't prepared for the first of the demons that came through. They barely held them off.
That didn't surprise Springrose as there were almost constant raids on any of the supplies that were brought into the Keep. They had to be living on almost nothing at this point. Of course they could always be porting in supplies, but she doubted that. That was too expensive. Hell, Stormwind wouldn't send support to Duskwood, why they spend the money to send supplies to the Blasted Lands?
It looked like the demons would win the day. Then reinforcements came. Not only from the Alliance, but the Horde as well. Today was one of those rare days when alliances were forgotten and enemies fought a greater enemy side-by-side.
She had been sent with the other Shadowsworn and Servants into the middle of the battle. They came from the direction of the Rise of the Defiler, which the demon fighters didn't expect. It broke their lines and chaos ensued. She fought by the sides of the demons. Kazzak would take notice of her master. He would be pleased.
It did not go the way her master wished it to go. In the end the demons were beaten back into the Dark Portal.
But the demons weren't done fighting the war yet.
--about a year and a half ago--
Springrose stared at the gates of Stormwind as the griffon she was riding up glided to a soft stop. It eyed her warily as she dismounted. She ignored the stupid beast, they had been acting apprehensive of her for a long time now. She breathed in the human stained air of Stormwind. All the scents of humanity were embedded in the stones of the great city.
How long had it been since she was last here? Three Months? Six Months? It could have only been six weeks… Time didn't seem to matter anymore.
She sighed to herself. She wasn't here to reminisce; she had a purpose for coming here. Just like the other areas she had been. She had to do this. She had no choice. He wanted it, so it would be done. It would make him happy and that made her happy.
She walked down the ramp from the Griffon Master and into Stormwind. Cat, a once beautiful nightsaber, walked behind her, a shadow of what he had been. His head hung low and he looked thin. His coat was unkempt and dirty. Springrose paid no attention to him at all.
She moved with the flood of humanity that inhabited Stormwind. Her hood was draped over her face, she did not want to be recognized. Not that that was a problem, few people knew of her and even less cared. But coming to a big city, well there was always a chance of running into them.
"They abandoned you. Remember, my sweet." His voice filled her ears. A smile came across her lips. He was right. He was always right. There had been two whom she would have done almost anything for--perhaps even died for. But they betrayed her by leaving her. The smile became a grimace as her teeth ground together. "They are nothing. To the Lamb, my sweet."
The park was always the area one of them hung around in and without her being able to communicate with the White Tower, she was not sure if he was there at this moment or not. She stuck to the perimeter of the park and entered the Slaughtered Lamb without anyone seeming to take notice of her.
There was always a peculiar smell to this tavern. She never had been able to figure out what it was before. Now she recognized it immediately as she entered. It was the smell of demons--sweet, comforting--brimstone and blood. She paused as she took a deep breath. After a brief talk with the bartender, she headed downstairs.
The Slaughtered Lamb was perhaps the worst kept secret in Stormwind. Everyone knew it was where the warlocks practiced their dark craft, but everyone turned a blind eye to them. As long as they were useful to those in power, they would be tolerated.
Springrose walked up to a human female. "Jalane." The woman turned to face the cloaked night elf. Jalane's features were marked with years of anger and struggle. Jalane raised an eyebrow before speaking. "So you're his flavor of the week?" Springrose's hand curled around the haft of her dagger. "Funny. Do you want it or not?" replied Spring.
Jalane smirked evilly, "His tastes have improved." Jalane then turned and walked into a back room. Spring followed behind her.
Upstairs, Cat sat next to the front door staring out into the park as if waiting for someone.
--about a year and three months ago--
The dwarf looked up at Springrose with surprise in his eyes. She grinned wickedly at him, then shoved her second sword into his gut. Not a mortal wound, but it would hurt like the nether. She let him linger with her sword impaling him. But he would have to die. They always had to die. So she cut his throat. He gasped and gurgled. She felt the pendent that hung around her neck grow warm. It was odd, it did that everytime she killed anyone who was against her master. Sometimes she wondered if it was absorbing the souls of those who she killed. Maybe that's why none of them ever returned? They couldn't?
The dwarf collapsed which brought Spring back to the job at hand. Satistfied he was dead she glanced around her. Cat was covered in blood as he padded up to her. But she wasn't looking for him. "Good," she thought. They are all dead. She nodded to the human next to her. Quietly they piled the bodies onto the supply cart. They led the horse and cart away from Nethergarde Keep--its intended destination.
That was his plan. To whittle away at the resolve of those who maintained vigilance over the Portal. Not just the Alliance but the Horde suffered these attacks. They never left anyone alive.
So they never recognized her when she had to visit the Keep.
--about a year and a month ago--
Springrose sat next to a cloaked over figure. They kept their voices low so the others in the inn in Duskwood wouldn't overhear their conversation.
Spring pulled a small pouch out of her backpack and tossed it on the table. "Payment, as promised," she whispered. The other figure pulled the pouch towards him. It jingled with the sound of coin. He looked up at Spring and smiled.
"Sowing dissent in Stormwind pays well doesn't it?" he grinned. His teeth were not those of a peasant, they were well taken care of. And the clothes underneath the cloak were tailored.
Spring watched him with impassive eyes as he greedily opened the pouch. He hesitated before reaching into it, but only for a few seconds. He pulled out a large gem that seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the inn. "Apparently I made a good impression?" he said proudly.
Then he made a soft choking noise as black tendrils snaked out of the gem and down his arm. Spring closed her eyes and looked away. She looked back when she heard him slump down on the table. She casually brushed the gem back into the pouch and put the pouch back in her backpack.
Then she left. Cat was sitting by the inn door. She glared at him as she walked out. He had been acting odd lately. It was like he was looking for something. Or someone? "Let him," she thought sourly, "I need a new pet anyway. He's too damn old."
Spring was walking next to the fountain in the middle of the square, when something caught her eye. It was an armored horse with a proud rider in plate. Her heart ached for a moment. Could it be him? No. He was gone. But she couldn't take the risk and ran the rest of the way to the griffon point.
--about a year ago--
It was chaos, complete and total chaos. He was loving it. She could feel his pleasure. This is what he had been working towards. The portal had been opened. She smiled knowing she had helped him. The defenders of Nethergarde Keep weren't prepared for the first of the demons that came through. They barely held them off.
That didn't surprise Springrose as there were almost constant raids on any of the supplies that were brought into the Keep. They had to be living on almost nothing at this point. Of course they could always be porting in supplies, but she doubted that. That was too expensive. Hell, Stormwind wouldn't send support to Duskwood, why they spend the money to send supplies to the Blasted Lands?
It looked like the demons would win the day. Then reinforcements came. Not only from the Alliance, but the Horde as well. Today was one of those rare days when alliances were forgotten and enemies fought a greater enemy side-by-side.
She had been sent with the other Shadowsworn and Servants into the middle of the battle. They came from the direction of the Rise of the Defiler, which the demon fighters didn't expect. It broke their lines and chaos ensued. She fought by the sides of the demons. Kazzak would take notice of her master. He would be pleased.
It did not go the way her master wished it to go. In the end the demons were beaten back into the Dark Portal.
But the demons weren't done fighting the war yet.