Nadea
11-12-2008, 01:52 PM
“Biztik, hurry it up, there isn’t much time!” The Baroness barked at her imp. Biztik nodded as he continued to check Nadea’s backpack for any missing supplies.
Nadea carefully polished her dagger with a soft netherweave cloth, grinning. Perhaps it would finally be of some use to her, other than causing trouble all the time.
“We have a hard battle ahead of us,” Nadea whispered to the shimmering dagger. “Be prepared for the worst.” After one last wipe down of the dagger, Nadea carefully conceals it in her pocket, and folds the netherweave up. She places the cloth into a small pocket in the front of her pack.
“Where does this go?” Mirlia, Nadea’s succubus asks, carrying a carefully insulated bottle. Nadea hastily snatches it from the demon, and hands it to Biztik for packing.
“Go get the other ones,” The Baroness demands the succubus, not stopping for a moment to even look at her.
Mirlia, now filing her nails, clicks her tongue and grumbles. Slowly putting away her makeshift nail file, she half-heartedly bows.
“Yes my drunken Master,” Mirlia cackles and walks away, before Nadea has time to react.
A knock on the door causes Biztik to jump. Tugging on the bottom of his Master’s robes, he eyes the door dubiously.
“What NOW?” Grumbling under her breath, Nadea answers her door.
Amalee bows immediately upon the appearance of the Baroness from behind the heavy door. “Baroness,” the rogue addresses her in a serious tone, “I assume you have everything ready for your departure?”
Looking back at Biztik and Mirlia hastily packing her things for a moment, she turns back around, nodding.
“I trust you understand your orders as well, Shadow?” The Baroness sternly asks Amalee.
“Yes, of course Baroness,” Amalee replied. “I will watch over things here at home until I am given orders to join the guild in fighting.”
”Excellent,” The Baroness said in approval, smiling at the rogue. “You are my best scout, Amalee. I trust you will alert us as fast as possible, should there be a problem here within the guild halls and The Undercity. The Dark Lady - -and Infection - - is counting on you.”
Nodding vigorously, Amalee proudly smiles as she briefly glances down at her worn tabard.
“I won’t let you down, Baroness.” The rogue answers with a quick salute before taking her leave.
Walking back over to her demons, Nadea carefully looked over her supplies once more. She nods approvingly at the minions, dismissing them with a wave of her hand.
Before closing the bag, Nadea placed two more items neatly inside. Her Journal, newly bound in a dark leather casing with the words “Baroness Tsukimiya” on the front, crafted by The Shadow herself as a token of gratitude, and a set of simple robes, worn out and rather dirty looking. Despite their aged filth, it was obvious where they had originated from- no other than Dalaran itself.
Nadea slung the bag over her shoulder, and motioned for Biztik to follow. She blew out the lantern on her desk, taking one final look about her chambers, and made her way to the door.
Sealing the door with magic, she cackled quietly to herself, grinning wickedly.
“The hour of the Forsaken is finally here.”
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Nadea carefully polished her dagger with a soft netherweave cloth, grinning. Perhaps it would finally be of some use to her, other than causing trouble all the time.
“We have a hard battle ahead of us,” Nadea whispered to the shimmering dagger. “Be prepared for the worst.” After one last wipe down of the dagger, Nadea carefully conceals it in her pocket, and folds the netherweave up. She places the cloth into a small pocket in the front of her pack.
“Where does this go?” Mirlia, Nadea’s succubus asks, carrying a carefully insulated bottle. Nadea hastily snatches it from the demon, and hands it to Biztik for packing.
“Go get the other ones,” The Baroness demands the succubus, not stopping for a moment to even look at her.
Mirlia, now filing her nails, clicks her tongue and grumbles. Slowly putting away her makeshift nail file, she half-heartedly bows.
“Yes my drunken Master,” Mirlia cackles and walks away, before Nadea has time to react.
A knock on the door causes Biztik to jump. Tugging on the bottom of his Master’s robes, he eyes the door dubiously.
“What NOW?” Grumbling under her breath, Nadea answers her door.
Amalee bows immediately upon the appearance of the Baroness from behind the heavy door. “Baroness,” the rogue addresses her in a serious tone, “I assume you have everything ready for your departure?”
Looking back at Biztik and Mirlia hastily packing her things for a moment, she turns back around, nodding.
“I trust you understand your orders as well, Shadow?” The Baroness sternly asks Amalee.
“Yes, of course Baroness,” Amalee replied. “I will watch over things here at home until I am given orders to join the guild in fighting.”
”Excellent,” The Baroness said in approval, smiling at the rogue. “You are my best scout, Amalee. I trust you will alert us as fast as possible, should there be a problem here within the guild halls and The Undercity. The Dark Lady - -and Infection - - is counting on you.”
Nodding vigorously, Amalee proudly smiles as she briefly glances down at her worn tabard.
“I won’t let you down, Baroness.” The rogue answers with a quick salute before taking her leave.
Walking back over to her demons, Nadea carefully looked over her supplies once more. She nods approvingly at the minions, dismissing them with a wave of her hand.
Before closing the bag, Nadea placed two more items neatly inside. Her Journal, newly bound in a dark leather casing with the words “Baroness Tsukimiya” on the front, crafted by The Shadow herself as a token of gratitude, and a set of simple robes, worn out and rather dirty looking. Despite their aged filth, it was obvious where they had originated from- no other than Dalaran itself.
Nadea slung the bag over her shoulder, and motioned for Biztik to follow. She blew out the lantern on her desk, taking one final look about her chambers, and made her way to the door.
Sealing the door with magic, she cackled quietly to herself, grinning wickedly.
“The hour of the Forsaken is finally here.”
((Open for Infection members only, please!!))