Pearlle
11-21-2008, 02:09 AM
((closed story))
"And only when you have eaten the eyes of this magnificent eagle...only then will you be able to see Garwal! And slay him!'
The worg's words were something similar to that, she remembered. Pearlle moved Phased down the winding dirt road that would take her to the water fall she was seeking. At the base of the waterfall would be a giant nest, likely with a few eggs inside. According to the worg she had spoken to while disguised as one herself, all she need do was touch the nest. The eagle guarding it would come swooping down and she would be able to slaughter it and pluck out its eyes.
Then she would have to eat them!
Pearlle shuddered. That was a disgusting thought. Eating bird eyes? Blech! Not the sort of thing she had come to this land of marvels for. Bird eyes were not on the list of delicacies. She thought for a moment of Aimee, the sweet pastry merchant in Dalaran. With her dark hair and exposed cleavage, Aimee was easily the best vendor in the marvelous city of mages. Her cakes were phenomenal and her carrot cupcakes to die for. She made the trip to Dalaran worth it all on her own. Aimee...would not eat eagle eyes, Pearlle was sure.
The Sin'dorei warlock sighed and leapt down off her saddle. Phased, with his flaming mane and hooves, fought her tug on the reins. The rushing waterfall nearby was spooking him, the warlock realized, so she let him loose. He would be near enough when she wanted him. He was always only a summons away.
Pearlle went to the edge of the grass covered stone ledge that looked down into the fjord that eventually lead out to the ocean. Quickly she pulled herself back, only looking over slowly after a few moments. She hadn't been spooked by the waterfall, herself. Rather, it was the sight of what was at the base of the waterfall that had caused her to pull back and look with greater care over the stone edge.
There was indeed a nest down at the base of the waterfall. Built on a flat topped rock that barely managed to avoid the fall of frothy white and blue water, the nest held maybe three eggs. Maybe more. Each egg was half the size of Pearlle herself. The sticks used to make the nest were at least as long as her arm. But none of that was as frightening as what else she saw.
The eagle mother was down there. Her name was...Talonstrike, was it? The giant bird cawed and squawked, claws digging and tearing at the being attacking her. And the being attacking her was none other than an Alliance member! Pearlle knew only the Alliance had friends with horns and hooves and tails that looked like nothing natural but like something from the nether itself. Demonic even.
Draenei!
Swinging his sword wildly, the Draenei was attacking the eagle for all he was worth. He probably sought her eyes too. Biting her bottom lip, the warlock stared down over the ledge into the fjord. She could jump and land in the water with no damage to her person, then maybe help the eagle fight the Draenei. Between the two of him, he would be quickly killed. Then the warlock would only need to defeat the half alive eagle herself and pluck out its giant eyes. She'd be back to the worgs in time for dinner!
Eww...eagle eyes.
She shuddered for a moment, then mustered up her courage. She stood up and leapt into the fjord, aiming for the water...
...which turned out to be far from deep enough. Bones cracked and snapped, sharp fragments tearing through her skin, wounds opening where she landed on sharp, jagged rocks.
Crud, she thought as she gurgled in the water. What sort of river at the bottom of a waterfall is shallow?!?
Slowly she managed to pull herself away from the nest, leaning against the tall sheer cliff face. The Draenei, a paladin by the looks of his armor, had not noticed her. His fight with the eagle could go either way at this point, the warlock saw. But she could not help the giant bird, not in her condition. And if the bird won and turned on her next, she would not survive. Not with these new wounds.
Pearlle thought for but a moment, then put her hands out. Her gloves, the fingers removed so she might cast better, lit up with green arcane spell fire as she directed her magick at the Draenei. He fought on towards the eagle, probably wondering why he was slowly becoming weaker and weaker. Unaware that a warlock was nearby, draining him of his very life essence.
The Sin'dorei was beginning to feel better. Her wounds were closing, bit by bit. She would still be in trouble if the eagle were to attack her but it looked like the Draenei would win. As he slashed at the bird and gave her mortal wounds, Pearlle began to realize a new problem. If the eagle perished.... and the Draenei turned to see who was draining him of his very life essence... there would still be a fight on Pearlle's hands.
The fight was moments in coming. The bird fluttered and flapped, then fell into the water. And the Draenei paladin turned immediately on Pearlle. She stopped casting but it was too late. He was upon her in a flash, his heavy sword cutting through her armor like a scythe through dried straw. What could she do? She could not fight him back. There was no point in it. So the warlock stood there.
Come on, she thought desperately. Let the insane logic of this world's population prevail!
...and so it did.
The Draenei, a paladin, paused in his attack, just before Pearlle was about to crumple into the water, surrounded by the last of her life's blood. He looked at her, realizing she had not struck back.
"I'm...I'm wounded," she said, raising a hand to show him the blood that coated her palm. Her own blood.
He could not understand her language of course. And he did not step forward to strike a final blow, either. But there was no doubt about the compassion in his eyes.
Silly paladin.
Pearlle reached out her hand again, her fingers shaking. Here goes nothing, she thought. And she cast the spell.
Her green magick, still strong, struck the Draenei in the chest. It infiltrated his armor, swishing through to his body beneath. He lurched only slightly, remaining tall and proud, even as Pearlle began to drain him of his life.
And he smiled at her.
Feeling much improved, Pearlle stood up and sent another wave of draining magick towards him. She shivered, reveling as her own wounds closed and her bones mended. The cost of repairing her armor would come out of the guild vault. But this 'gift' as it were, from the Draenei paladin with the great big heart, was sufficient for now. She was well enough to stand tall in the rushing water but thought to herself, why not, and sent a third draining spell towards the Draenei. Still he stood there, tall and regal and noble.
And steadily weakening.
If she thought she had any chance, the warlock would have struck him then. But he was much stronger than her. And recently paladins had somehow through prayer and worship gained the favour of the gods of the land. They were nigh on indestructible.
It didn't lessen Pearlle's pleasure though.
Through pure boldness, she had somehow compelled a member of the faction she greatly despised to allow her to drain him of his life, that she might replenish her own.
Unbelievable, she thought to herself, trembling with the power that flowed through her now.
The Draenei winked, a flirtatious gesture that just blew Pearlle's mind. She'd stolen some of his life...and he was being coy? No Horde member she knew would behave this way. She waved at him dismissively and didn't even bother to watch as he fidgeted with the bird's carcass then disappeared down the river to some as yet unseen path out of the fjord.
Looking to the sky, Pearlle just shook her head. No one was going to believe this story. And yet, she knew they would.
For this was who she was. Deceptive little warlock, with the pretty smile charming enough to repeatedly lure humans out of the city limits of Shattrath or beyond the reach of the guards on Quel'Danas, right into their silent and waiting doom. She could woo a Night Elf to the point of him accomplishing her quests for her. And now she had easily convinced a Draenei not only to spare her life but to give her some of his own.
The sky above was clear up until an eagle shaped shadow cut across the sun. The warlock shivered and made her way to the nest, hoping all eagles were equally protective of this particular nesting place.
She wondered to herself who she had been kidding. She was no delicate flower. No desert princess. She was death in a dress. The pretense of happiness with the sweet succulent surety of mortality beneath. She liked it that way. Northrend liked her that way.
She would have to continue that way.
"And only when you have eaten the eyes of this magnificent eagle...only then will you be able to see Garwal! And slay him!'
The worg's words were something similar to that, she remembered. Pearlle moved Phased down the winding dirt road that would take her to the water fall she was seeking. At the base of the waterfall would be a giant nest, likely with a few eggs inside. According to the worg she had spoken to while disguised as one herself, all she need do was touch the nest. The eagle guarding it would come swooping down and she would be able to slaughter it and pluck out its eyes.
Then she would have to eat them!
Pearlle shuddered. That was a disgusting thought. Eating bird eyes? Blech! Not the sort of thing she had come to this land of marvels for. Bird eyes were not on the list of delicacies. She thought for a moment of Aimee, the sweet pastry merchant in Dalaran. With her dark hair and exposed cleavage, Aimee was easily the best vendor in the marvelous city of mages. Her cakes were phenomenal and her carrot cupcakes to die for. She made the trip to Dalaran worth it all on her own. Aimee...would not eat eagle eyes, Pearlle was sure.
The Sin'dorei warlock sighed and leapt down off her saddle. Phased, with his flaming mane and hooves, fought her tug on the reins. The rushing waterfall nearby was spooking him, the warlock realized, so she let him loose. He would be near enough when she wanted him. He was always only a summons away.
Pearlle went to the edge of the grass covered stone ledge that looked down into the fjord that eventually lead out to the ocean. Quickly she pulled herself back, only looking over slowly after a few moments. She hadn't been spooked by the waterfall, herself. Rather, it was the sight of what was at the base of the waterfall that had caused her to pull back and look with greater care over the stone edge.
There was indeed a nest down at the base of the waterfall. Built on a flat topped rock that barely managed to avoid the fall of frothy white and blue water, the nest held maybe three eggs. Maybe more. Each egg was half the size of Pearlle herself. The sticks used to make the nest were at least as long as her arm. But none of that was as frightening as what else she saw.
The eagle mother was down there. Her name was...Talonstrike, was it? The giant bird cawed and squawked, claws digging and tearing at the being attacking her. And the being attacking her was none other than an Alliance member! Pearlle knew only the Alliance had friends with horns and hooves and tails that looked like nothing natural but like something from the nether itself. Demonic even.
Draenei!
Swinging his sword wildly, the Draenei was attacking the eagle for all he was worth. He probably sought her eyes too. Biting her bottom lip, the warlock stared down over the ledge into the fjord. She could jump and land in the water with no damage to her person, then maybe help the eagle fight the Draenei. Between the two of him, he would be quickly killed. Then the warlock would only need to defeat the half alive eagle herself and pluck out its giant eyes. She'd be back to the worgs in time for dinner!
Eww...eagle eyes.
She shuddered for a moment, then mustered up her courage. She stood up and leapt into the fjord, aiming for the water...
...which turned out to be far from deep enough. Bones cracked and snapped, sharp fragments tearing through her skin, wounds opening where she landed on sharp, jagged rocks.
Crud, she thought as she gurgled in the water. What sort of river at the bottom of a waterfall is shallow?!?
Slowly she managed to pull herself away from the nest, leaning against the tall sheer cliff face. The Draenei, a paladin by the looks of his armor, had not noticed her. His fight with the eagle could go either way at this point, the warlock saw. But she could not help the giant bird, not in her condition. And if the bird won and turned on her next, she would not survive. Not with these new wounds.
Pearlle thought for but a moment, then put her hands out. Her gloves, the fingers removed so she might cast better, lit up with green arcane spell fire as she directed her magick at the Draenei. He fought on towards the eagle, probably wondering why he was slowly becoming weaker and weaker. Unaware that a warlock was nearby, draining him of his very life essence.
The Sin'dorei was beginning to feel better. Her wounds were closing, bit by bit. She would still be in trouble if the eagle were to attack her but it looked like the Draenei would win. As he slashed at the bird and gave her mortal wounds, Pearlle began to realize a new problem. If the eagle perished.... and the Draenei turned to see who was draining him of his very life essence... there would still be a fight on Pearlle's hands.
The fight was moments in coming. The bird fluttered and flapped, then fell into the water. And the Draenei paladin turned immediately on Pearlle. She stopped casting but it was too late. He was upon her in a flash, his heavy sword cutting through her armor like a scythe through dried straw. What could she do? She could not fight him back. There was no point in it. So the warlock stood there.
Come on, she thought desperately. Let the insane logic of this world's population prevail!
...and so it did.
The Draenei, a paladin, paused in his attack, just before Pearlle was about to crumple into the water, surrounded by the last of her life's blood. He looked at her, realizing she had not struck back.
"I'm...I'm wounded," she said, raising a hand to show him the blood that coated her palm. Her own blood.
He could not understand her language of course. And he did not step forward to strike a final blow, either. But there was no doubt about the compassion in his eyes.
Silly paladin.
Pearlle reached out her hand again, her fingers shaking. Here goes nothing, she thought. And she cast the spell.
Her green magick, still strong, struck the Draenei in the chest. It infiltrated his armor, swishing through to his body beneath. He lurched only slightly, remaining tall and proud, even as Pearlle began to drain him of his life.
And he smiled at her.
Feeling much improved, Pearlle stood up and sent another wave of draining magick towards him. She shivered, reveling as her own wounds closed and her bones mended. The cost of repairing her armor would come out of the guild vault. But this 'gift' as it were, from the Draenei paladin with the great big heart, was sufficient for now. She was well enough to stand tall in the rushing water but thought to herself, why not, and sent a third draining spell towards the Draenei. Still he stood there, tall and regal and noble.
And steadily weakening.
If she thought she had any chance, the warlock would have struck him then. But he was much stronger than her. And recently paladins had somehow through prayer and worship gained the favour of the gods of the land. They were nigh on indestructible.
It didn't lessen Pearlle's pleasure though.
Through pure boldness, she had somehow compelled a member of the faction she greatly despised to allow her to drain him of his life, that she might replenish her own.
Unbelievable, she thought to herself, trembling with the power that flowed through her now.
The Draenei winked, a flirtatious gesture that just blew Pearlle's mind. She'd stolen some of his life...and he was being coy? No Horde member she knew would behave this way. She waved at him dismissively and didn't even bother to watch as he fidgeted with the bird's carcass then disappeared down the river to some as yet unseen path out of the fjord.
Looking to the sky, Pearlle just shook her head. No one was going to believe this story. And yet, she knew they would.
For this was who she was. Deceptive little warlock, with the pretty smile charming enough to repeatedly lure humans out of the city limits of Shattrath or beyond the reach of the guards on Quel'Danas, right into their silent and waiting doom. She could woo a Night Elf to the point of him accomplishing her quests for her. And now she had easily convinced a Draenei not only to spare her life but to give her some of his own.
The sky above was clear up until an eagle shaped shadow cut across the sun. The warlock shivered and made her way to the nest, hoping all eagles were equally protective of this particular nesting place.
She wondered to herself who she had been kidding. She was no delicate flower. No desert princess. She was death in a dress. The pretense of happiness with the sweet succulent surety of mortality beneath. She liked it that way. Northrend liked her that way.
She would have to continue that way.