Tyrea Maldeth. The First Cleansing.

[Nimki]

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Nimki let out as much of a breath as she dare make for fear of the noise she might make. Passing the entrance, Black cat in tow, she let herself breath easy as she passed the first set of violet drapery as the black cat behind her shifted back to its normal form. Malanori Stillwater and Nimki Shadowsting walked past the second set of curtains into the main lobby of the Inn with a professionally cold strut. "Ahem, Nimki!" Malanori grunted at her War Marshal giving a glaring eye first to the innocent bystander among them and then switched the glance to Nimki herself. Needing no more than those words and that look, Nimki complied, mercifully ending the blood elf with an accurate dagger to the lower spinal cord. "I hear he comes here often. The one who tortured me." Malanori spat as she settled herself in a plush, purple padded chair. While Nimki's eyes scanned the room for any other citizens Malanori's own eyes looked about the room with a look of pure disgust about her. "Consumer! Wasteful consumers...Sad to think they are our cousins." HAving finished her look about the room Nimki looed over to her lady nodding out of obedience rather than having a matching opinion. Nimki did not love or hate the blood elves. She didn't love or hate the horde. Her passion was her family. Her driving force was Tyrea Maldeth and her loyal she lovingly watched over, cracking the whip of a War Marshal only out of need not want or sadism. She had to be mean, she had to be tough as nails. They would die if she did not have them trained properly and thus she had to be cruel.

Whatever Malanori wanted, she would get, even if by Nimki's last breath. That was her burden. That was her debt and she was happy to be paying it. Breathing deeply nimki let a sigh escape her muttering a single phrase to herself as her milky white eyes soaked in the glutton that was this lavish Inn..."Silvermoon."

The next evening Nimki found herself alone wondering about Darnassus. "Where has Otton been?" she asked herself out loud, looking like a crazy women aimlessy pacing about the street and dirt pathways of the elven city. "Mail! Maybe i have mail!!" Nimki cried out to herself as the mailbox in front of the bank came into view. It had been several days since she had seen Otton and it was her nature to worry about her dear friend. Her goofy outburst attracted the eyes of several senitnels and other towns folk about the center of the city. Smiling a silly girl smile, Nimki shrugged giggling as the eyes that marked her insane went back to their rather dull buisness. "I love mail!" she let come from her again attracting some more half glances as the bubbling, joyful, pink elf collected her post.

Humming gleefully, Nimki walked off in a half skip to a nice place to sit and investigae her much loved mail. Nimmers loved Darnassus. No one in TM was hardly ever there so she was free to be her girlish side rather than put on the mean face for the better of her image as a leader. Malanori told her she had to be strong. So in the presence of her operatives she tried her best to lock away her more loving emotions. There was no buisness of war in Darnassus so Nimmers could be Nimmers. Or was there War buisness. Nimki's curious glowing eyes retraced the letter before her over and over again letting the reality of what was before her sink in. "It's from Mi'lady." Nimki muttered to herself. Preparing herself for whatever may be enclosed she popped it open and pulled out the note from the inner folds of the envelope. Letting her eyes grow concerned and narrow she thoughtfully read the note she had unfolded.

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Genocide.....Nimki sighed knowing the task that was before her. It appears that her visit to Silvermoon with Malanori would not be her last.

"Now it begins." Nimki said almost silently giving herself goose bumps as a more serious and war hardened look came across her. The time had come her to make a real name for herself. In due time everyone would know. "War Marshal Nimki Malidreth Shadowsting." she spoke to herself again with a wicked grin on her near giggling face. "TM 001." were her last words before she refolded the note and promplty stashed it in one of her many pockets.

[Nimki]

"Fifteen!" Nimki shouted, tossing yet another limp corpse, letting it roll down the hill. "Wortless, this one." Malanori muttered more to herself than anyone in particular, still searching hopefully at the corpse. Nimki remembered that one. he had been alive not an hour or two ago. Poor thing didn't even see it coming. She then noticed the throwing dagger that had ended the elf was still embedded in his skull. Walking over promptly she placed a stern boot on the face of the fallen fighter pulling the blade from its head letting the neck snap and make cracking noises as the release of the dagger let the head turn further from the pressure she put on it with her foot. Cringing slightly at Nimki's actions and the sound they produced, Malanori kicked the body, letting number sixteen roll down the hill as dead as all before it. Nimki kneeled, looking up at Mal trying to read her thoughts as she wiped blood, brains, and tiny bits of skull from the recovered dagger. "I found a ring on one of 'em." Nimki brought herself to say. She didn't like silence between her and Malanori. Not when she looked like that at least. That look meant Malanori was thinking and oh the thing this green haired elf had thought. Breaking the silence brought Nimki no more comfort and likely less when Mallly turned her head with a sinister grin on it. "What kind of ring?" She said curiously with the same eerie look about her. "I believe it is an engagement ring, Mi'lady." Nimki said to her leader, now understanding this had made her less happy with the look on her face.

Turning away, looking off toward the mound of bodies already at the bottom of the hill, Malanori didn't bother to wipe the vicious smirk from herself before speaking with an equally disturbing tone. "We will finish looting them then take what we recover to the goblins. Understood?" Malanori commanded more than actually asking. "As you wish mi'lady." Nimki replied obediently as she walked over to the unlooted bodies searching for the next one she wanted to go over. Pulling a young female corpse from the pile Nimki sighed at what a shame it was to have to kill her. This one had actually been quite a site. Starting her investigation of the bodies worth in the setting sun she spoke to her lady, head still down. "Mi'lady. What do you supposed the ogres will do with these bodies?" she sighed as she concluded her search setting the valuable items aside. Arms crossed, green waves of hair blowing in the wind like some goddess of destruction, Malanori turned to her War Marshal eyes still flaring with that wicked intent. "What do you think?" She said through almost flashing fangs barley parting them enough for words. That twisted look sent shivers down Nimki's spine but made her all the more inspired. Returning an equally sinister smirk, Nimki stood upright holding the corpse by the arm flinging it with some agile strength toward the bottom of the hill. As the corpse hit land half way down the hill there was a loud snap implying she had damaged the bones further than when she killed her. "Seventeen." she snapped turning back to the setting sun and the still large pile of bodies left to check.

[Malanori]

Malanori and Nimki sat on a hill in Netherstorm, overlooking Area 52. Malanori disliked Netherstorm, it was loud. Loud and full of horde. But as Nimki had pointed out it was an excellent place to hunt Sin'dorei. They were numerous here and as an added benefit Malanori could collect firewing signets to turn into the Scryers in Shattrah. Funny that she could hate her sunny cousins so dearly and yet ally herself with a similar form of them in outland. Perhaps only she saw the humourous irony there.

Nimki munched happily on a filet Malanori had prepared for her. The girl simply loved fish. Malanori turned to her and smirked as Nimki slurped a tendril of flesh into her mouth. "It's very good Mi'lady!" She exclaimed through a full mouth. Malanori chuckled at her.

"Twenty four today." Nimki said, wiping her maw. Malanori nodded silently. "And the day isn't over!" Nimki enjoyed the work Malanori set out for her. And with time - perhaps not too much time - people would know the snowy-haired elf as well as they knew Malanori herself. Nimki Shadowsting not only did what she was told, but she enjoyed doing it, which made her all the more valuable.

A deep chortling erupted from behind them and they both turned. A great Orc dressed in armor that glowed of orange and fire sat perched atop a giant kodo. He stared down at them and threw his head back laughing. Malanori had seen this one before...in Stormwind, running with the Grim through the streets.

He lifted a large hand and knicked it into his chest. He spoke, in simple common. "Druk" He said in reference to himself. He pointed at them. "Dead." And with that simple but deadly promise he turned his stead and took up a course away from them, laughing to himself all the while.

Nimki and Malanori looked at eachother. Nimki spoke, shrugging. "That was random". Malanori chuckled unenthusiasticly. "He'll be back."