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Post by Catreya on Jun 17, 2009 12:15:21 GMT -5
(( feel free to comment if you have any, I posted this on the feathernets and decided to post it here as well))
She sat at a table in the Legermain, deep in thought and barely noticing the bustle around her. The barmaid Sandra checks on her every few minutes to refill her mug. Cat reaches down and scratches absently behind Nightfall’s ears. “e’s go’ ta be somewhere” seemingly talking to herself. “I’ve no’ ‘eard from ‘im in o’er a month, an’ e’en tha’ letter was no’ of good news.”
Cat rummages through a bag for writing equipment, and another bag for some food for her companion. “les see, where do I e’en start ta look for ‘im?” she questioned herself. “I suppose th’ best place ta star’ would be in Shattrath, since tha’s th’ last place ‘e was ‘eadin. See if’n ‘e e’er made ‘is way there…an’ maybe backtrack from there.” “Whadda yeh think Nightfall?” The cat gives her a bothered look and goes back to the meat Cat set before her. “aye yer a load o’ help aren’ yeh”
After she and her cat were well fed they made their way to the Silver Enclave to take the portal to Shattrath. After arriving a thought occurred to her. “ Och…e’s aligned wit’ th’ Scryers…an’ I’m sure they’re no’ gonn’ give meh an’ answers seein’ as I’m wit’ th’ Aldor.” After a few minutes she found one of the older children running around and approached him with an idea “ ‘’’ey there...’ow woul’ yeh like ta earn a few coins gittin’ some information from th’ Scryer folks?” She dropped a few silver coins in the boy’s hand and sent him up to the Scryers to inquire if they’d seen Torick.
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Post by Catreya on Jun 17, 2009 12:16:34 GMT -5
“Honestly, I don’t know how she’s survived this long….sending a mere boy to find out information” Syleynda said as she flew towards Shattrath. Cat had called on one of her acquaintances when the boy she sent had found out nothing. Syleynda was a skilled in both stealth and intimidation. Unlike most females she didn’t use her body to her advantage; she was more blunt in her inquiries and was more likely to stab her target first for what she was after.
She landed in the Scryer’s tier and headed for the inn. “If he’s been here, the innkeeper will know.” Syl had spent a good bit of time in Shattrath having left Kalimdor long ago to fight the legion. Though she preferred the Scryers tactics to the Aldor’s and couldn’t understand how her dwarven friend could side with them. She greeted the innkeeper as she had countless times before. Though she wasn’t thrilled that Haelthol was a blood elf, she knew to keep her daggers in check here. The guards would pummel her in a second. They didn’t tolerate and violence against their denizens.
“Greetings Haelthol, I’m looking for some information I know you’ll have for me” with the arrogance known to be expected from the blood elves he replied”And you think I’ll simply give you this information?” She stepped closer to him and gave him a look that said she would have no trouble slicing his throat and continued. “I’m looking for a dwarf, specifically a paladin named Torick. He’s been missing for some time. I simply need to know if he’s been here…and when he left”
He’d seen that look in her face before and knew she would do whatever it took to get this simple information out of him. He turned and grabbed his log and began to look back through for what she wanted. He smirked as he flipped the pages. “This paladin must be pretty special to you if you are willing to risk your life by threatening me” he said as he looked through the log. Her eyes flared with the reaction he’d hoped for and her fingers itched for the blade at her side. He enjoyed seeing how much of a rise he could get out of her. “Yes he’s been here recently, but it looks as if he’s cleared out his belongings.”
Knowing she’d get nothing else from him without force she turned and left without thanking him and headed to find Cat with what little she knew. She headed for the first place any dwarf heads to in a city, the tavern. Cat was as any dwarf in that she liked, scratch that, loved a good mead. As she walked in the inn she found Cat exactly where she expected, at a table with the largest mug the tavern held. She walked over and sat down at the table.
“ ‘ey there Syl…yeh find an’thin’ out? Wha’ am I sayin’…did yeh leave an’thin’ left o’ th’ poor soul yeh questioned?” Cat let out a quiet giggle unlike the hearty laugh you’d normally hear from her. Syl smiled at Cat and told her what the innkeeper had told her. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get any more information for you, I’d like to keep my own life in tact at the moment, and he has an easy enough time provoking me. If I ever decide that I’m ready to end it all, I’ll make sure my blades find their way into him first” She smirked as imagined the satisfaction she’d get from killing the innkeeper.
Cat waved her hand in front of Syl “ ‘ello, an’one in there still?” “ if’n ‘es cleared out ‘is thin’s, tha’ could onleh mean one thin’….’es gone ta Northrend.” She sighed heavily at the thought. She’d been to Northrend and knew the dangers there, and though she was confident in his abilities, she was still worried. “thank yeh Syl, if’n I need yeh agin, kin I sent word fer yeh ‘ere, or are yeh headin’ ta Northrend yerself?” “I’m in the process of putting my affairs in order to head there. The leaders have requested every able body that can be spared head north. I’ll be heading to what they call the Howling Fjord later this week.”
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Post by Catreya on Jun 17, 2009 12:18:36 GMT -5
She was greeted with the sounds of a bustling city as she returned to Dalaran. Cat was weary from traveling and simply wanted to rest. But first she had one thing to do. She still hadn’t heard from Torick since his letter to her a month ago. She’d found the letter in her mail a few weeks ago, he was indeed in Northrend, and in enough trouble to write her, but not enough to let her know where he was. She headed toward the inn and sat down at a table, pulling out some paper and a pen to write with and began a letter to Torick. ((if it gets returned, I’ll replace this “letter” with the one I wrote in game…I can’t remember what I wrote and didn’t think at the time to write it elsewhere)) Dear Torick, I’ve no heard from yeh in some time, an I’m worried. I know the dangers out here in Northrend are great, and ye’ve no asked fer me help. If’n yeh git this letter, please tell meh where yeh are so I kin help yeh. I miss yeh an want yeh ta come home soon. Love, Kitteh Cat smiled less and less as the days wore on. The toll of fighting the scourge and her worry for Torick had begun to take their toll. The sparkle had left her eyes, and she was almost content to just spend her days drowning her sorrows away in mead. The only thing that kept her going these days was the help she could give to her friends in the Tower…she had sworn her life to protect them, particularly Selynnberly, and would do anything to keep that promise.
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Post by Nyphistra on Jun 19, 2009 12:26:33 GMT -5
Nyphistra was walking around the streets of Dalaran looking for a place to get some wine for her evening meal. Her dark red hair was down, draping just past her shoulders. She had a teardrop ruby necklace that dangled resting on her chest just above her breasts. She wore an Ebonweave dress. Her arms were decorated with some bracelets and a couple rings on her fingers, one of which was an insignia of the Kirin Tor. She wore medium heeled boots. She thought that maybe she could catch the attentions of a nice man as well. What she did find was rather peculiar.
She walked into the Legerdemain Lounge to pick up the wine for dinner and saw a female dwarf drinking what she thought was mead with a very sad look on her face. Nyphistra didn’t know dwarves all that well but she was certain there was nothing they liked better than good ale, at least that is what she had been told. Curiously, she walked over to the dwarf and sat down beside her. She took a few minutes to form the words in the proper tongue since it had been a while since she spoke common.
“I do hope I am not bothering you miss. You seem a little sad and I thought all dwarves enjoyed their ale. Is something wrong?”
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Post by Catreya on Jun 19, 2009 12:52:54 GMT -5
Cat looked up to see who was talking to her, and not really wanting to talk to anyone, replied in dwarven. "Aye, there's no' a dwarf alive tha' doesna like their ale. I'm no interested in talkin' abou' me problems. Kin I help yeh wit' somethin'?" She couldn't have cared less if the elf could understand her.
I swear, I kinna git a moments peace between th' idiot human King an' his wars, th' damn scourge, an no' some bloody elf. kinna girl jes drown 'erself in a mug once in a while? she thought to herself. might as well be hospitable...no need ta worsen th' relations b'tween th' horde an' th' alliance....no' tha' it would make an' difference.
She called over Sandra, gave her and few coins and said " If'n yeh dinna mind, I'm buyin' this elf a drink or two." Her speech slurring a bit, as she'd been there a while. " whate'er she wants", then returned to the task of finding the bottom of the inside of her mug.
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Post by Catreya on Jun 19, 2009 20:51:20 GMT -5
Later that day a courier runs up to Catreya. “excuse me, are you Catreya? I’ve got a letter for you.” She opened the letter and started reading. Deared Cat, I thought Duerma forwarded a letter that I sent her. The hearthstone is actin’ up again. And it’s spookin’ me. I just want you to know that I care about you too and miss you. Should anything bad happen to me, take care of yourself. I am sorry I wasn’t a better dwarf to you. You deserved better.
From, Torick She started talking to herself. “why would ‘e send a letter ta Duerma ta forward ta meh…and why th’ bloody ‘ell doesna ‘e tell meh where ‘e is!....an’ wha’ does ‘e mean I deserved better? Wha’s tha’ fool o’ a dwarf gone an’ done ta ‘im self no’! Feeling a little more than depressed she headed towards the Legerdemain. She sat in her usual spot and began to drink, ordering the strongest ale they served, and thought about how to respond to his letter. By the time she came up with an idea, she had drunk way more than any dwarf should have. Dear Torick,Fer th’ love o ever’thin’ I’ve no gotten an’thin’ from Duerma…an I’ve been worried. If’n yeh really care abou’ me ye’ll tell meh where yeh are s’ I kin find yeh. Git yer arse back home, I miss yeh. If’n an’thin happens ta yeh I’ll come an kill yeh meself .
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Post by Catreya on Jun 20, 2009 12:50:57 GMT -5
The next morning she stumbled down the stairs of the inn in Stormwind, trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes and feeling like she’s been run over by a herd of eleks. As she began to focus, she realized she wasn’t where she thought she should be.
“Where in Azeroth….” She looked around and finally realized she was in Stormwind, and took a few minutes to recall how she got there. “Bloody elf, if’n she e’er does tha’ again I’ll pummel ‘er”, referring to Selynnberly and being mind controlled from the Legerdemain in Dalaran to Stormwind. Cat couldn’t remember quite all of what happened last night, she only knew she’d had way too much to drink.
“no’ wha’ was I supposed ta be doin’ t’day? I know ‘twas somethin’…. Och, I’m losin’ my mind “. Her thoughts still on the letter she’d received from Torick. Cat decided to head over to the bank and check her supplies. “Aye, tha’s it! Fishin’ t’day!”, thinking of last night, “though I’d better leave th’ keg at home this time.”
She grabbed her fishing gear, which consisted of a red shirt, blue overalls, her sandals, and equipment and went to change. Lastly she grabbed her hat she got from Mirren in Outlands and put it on. “kinna go completely dry no’, wha’ kinda dwarf would I be then?” she said as she dug out her hearthstone and returned to Dalaran.
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Post by Catreya on Jun 26, 2009 9:19:46 GMT -5
Cat returned to Dalaran and decided to check in with the guild and see if her help was needed. She tuned her buzzbox to the frequency needed and greeted everyone . “Evenin’ folks” Her greeting was met by a few familiar voices, one of which she wasn’t expecting to hear. “ Cat?” “Torick?” she asked, and he replied “ Kitty Cat?”
She was relieved to hear his voice. “ Torick! Where are yeh? “ he replied, “I’m a’ th’ Cathedral…don’ go an’where. I’m gon’ see if’n this thing works.” He activated his hearth stone and met Cat at the inn in Dalaran. “Torick!” She threw herself into his arms and kissed him. “I missed yeh an’ I was worried abou’ yeh. I was scared yeh werena comin’ back. Where’n Azeroth ‘ave yeh been?” Torick’s stone had been acting up and porting him without him activating it. “I was scared as well. I’ve go’ an gnome engineer workin’ on it no’” Torick looked weary from his travels. “ I dinna wan’ ta cut this short…bu’ I’m needin’ some rest” he said. “ Aye, I understan’…there’ll be time ta catch up after ye’ve rested”.
Cat giggled to herself, finally able to relax. She thought about how disheveled she’d been looking and decided the first order of business was to go to the barber shop. “ I’ve go’ ta git this mess taken care of. Honestleh, I’ve go’ ta git me act t’gether.” Cat headed over to the barbershop in Dalaran and had her hair braided and looped. It felt good to pampered a bit.
Her next stop was to the armorshop. “Evenin’, I need ta git me armor repaired and polished till yeh kin see yerself innit”. She knew if Storm or Zharia ever caught a blackward with their armor looking the way hers did, they’d pay dearly for it.
Cat decided while her armor was being taken care of to go and change into something a little nicer. She went to her room at the inn and picked out her yellow robes with green scrolling trim. Not wanting to look dressy she added a set of small bracers a matching cloak, and boots.
As she finished dressing, she heard Selynnberly over her buzzbox. She giggled as she greeted her. “ Evenin Sely. “ “ Did I hear that right, is she giggling?”, Sely asked not sure if her box was working correctly. “ Aye!” she answered. “ ‘es back!”
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