Birth

[Vardyag'n]

Vyvas lies in the forest just outside of the Undercity. She is lying on the ground, legs outspread, water already broken. She is already undergoing contractions. She is in desperate need of a midwife, and is completely alone.
((Sorry, I'm not so good at starting threads.))

[Lysimachus]

"Ah, what a lovely day to be re-stocking my poisons collection!" Though dank, musty, and somewhat lacking in the extravagant decor typical to his tastes, the Marquess dej Dynastus found his monthly visits to Lordaeron City to be somehow charming.

Arriving in the courtyard, he began to make his way towards the city proper, then stopped at the distant sound of groaning. Curiosity getting the better of him, he turned and clattered his way outside the city's main gate, swinging his bejeweled staff in a circular motion.

Shortly, he discovered the source of the vocal infraction.

His jaw agape and oblivious to the woman's obvious discomfort, Lysimachus voiced his opinion on the matter. "...What the hell. Now THAT is positively a picture of INDECENCY, if you ask ME."

[Vardyag'n]

"Get me a MIDWIFE! Or are you just going to stand there YELLING ABOUT THE NOISE?!" she yells to him, obviously not in a good mood right now.

[Lysimachus]

Raising his staff and lightly tapping it at the side of his face, Lysimachus mused, considering the woman's demand. "We shall get to that," he began, "but, first things first -- what the hell is your name, House, and station?"

[Vardyag'n]

"Vyvas Silverdeath, I no longer belong to the Silverdeath household, and I live in a hut near the Sepulchur. Is that good enough? NOW GET ME A MIDWIFE."

[Lysimachus]

Lysimachus stared at the woman for a long moment, his features largely impassive. Turning, he disappeared into a line of nearby trees. He returned some moments later with a writhing, shrieking decrepit darkhound (http://www.wowhead.com/?npc=1547) held at its scruff in his left hand.

"The wretched humans have a saying, in which it is revealed that dog is man's best friend." He sniffed once, not bothering to observe the female's reaction. "Well, I'd rather say we aren't humans, so though this helling beast might not administer itself as our best friend, perhaps it shall act as a fitting midwife." Grinning, he hurled the snarling, bloodthirsty demon in the other elf's direction.

"Then again, you're not a man."

Laughter trailed between branches of rotted wood as the Marquess vanished into the gloom.

[Libelle]

((You are a horrible person, my love.))

[Cabriel]

((You threw a dog at a pregnant woman. Awesome))

[Grainia]

((in labor no less! that's horrible even if she IS an elf!))

[Grainia]

Grainia strolled along the road between Brill and the Undercity. Deep in thought, she was barely aware of her surroundings until she heard a scream. She looked up just in time to see a darkhound flying through the air towards a figure lying on the ground.

[Lysimachus]

(( I figured it would spark the sensitivities of the would-be heroes enough to get posting in here ;) ))

[Vardyag'n]

A quick blast of fel energy kills the hound before it lands next to Vyvas. "Thanks alot.' she yells, even though he is nowhere near, she yells that to no one in paticular. Then, as loud as she can, almost shattering the ground beneath her, she yells, "SOMEONE HAD BETTER COME HERE AND HELP ME DELIVER THIS BABY!"

[Grainia]

'Stop yelling!' Grainia walked toward the figure. As she got closer she could see that it was an elf - a VERY pregnant elf. She sighed loudly, remembering the last time she had been in that situation.

Kneeling beside her, she placed a hand on her forehead. 'Relax, I am a priest and am well versed in the healing arts.'

[Vardyag'n]

"I do not care about the healing arts. I care about the baby-delivering arts." she says, as calmly as possible. "I can handle pain, and I still do not see why I can not just take the damn thing out using magic." she makes a demonstration of waving one hand through the other.

[Nastrus]

Nastrus takes the back way to a forsaken clients house, hoping not to be seen going there. "Gods, if I didn't need the money so bad. I need to remind myself to double wrap my soldier..."

Mid-thought he hears a god awful scream and quickens his pace toward it, though nearly regretting it the moment he saw the laboring sow. "Well... this is hardly beneficial," he mused out aloud. With a flicked glance between the priest and the woman in travail, he sighed and resheathed his pierce, "and here I was hoping it was a damsel with bountiful assets."

[Vardyag'n]

"A damsel with bountiful assets? I do not care about your pathetic womanizing ways right now. Go away or help the priest!"

[Nastrus]

He frowns deeply.

"Ungrateful wench. I doubt you even know who the father of the soon-to-be wailing brat is."

He turns, the wind catching on his hair and makes to leave.

[Kyrion]

The atmosphere was chilling with a slight breeze in the air. It never seemed to be daylight in this area. Laying out behind a hill with a couple of his rogue companions Illisade gazed the field checking for any enemy activity. Just as he finished his scan the rogues heard a loud yelling coming from what sounded like a female.

They all immediately popped up looking for the source. Illisade squinted his eyes slightly and noticed a female blood elf laying on the ground. Raising an eyebrow she appeared to have a bulge over her stomach, so that means.......She's gotta be....pregnant. The Kal'dorei pointed to where she was and the other rogues began to snicker slightly.

As this was happening Illisade noticed several people walk towards her and he immediately gave the hand signal to lower their heads. "Careful...." He whispered.

[Rand_Shea]

Somehow in the midst of the pregnant and splayed out woman attracting everyone's attention... the sounds of an engine and wheels crushing grass could be missed? Illisade and his comrades would probably be ducking their heads more as a motorcycle revved and launched itself in an arc over their heads.

"BLUE FREAK OFF THE STARBOARD BOW!" A certain other usually obnoxious Sin'Dorei would yell out, bracing for the impact of his vehicle's landing and balancing it out as it fishtailed, spraying some dirt and grass in the faces of the out-of-their-element Alliance. The back wheel then tilted a bit to the side to force the bike to turn around to face the rogues, slightly less than halfway between them and the scene with the laboring elf. "Oh, and friends!"

[Kyrion]

Caught up guard they all swiped the dirt off their faces just as they heard the bike swoop in around them. They all unsheathed their sharp weapons and slowly surrounded the Sin'dorei. This one looked very familiar.....But couldn't quite narrow it down.

"Who are you!?" Illisade demanded his daggers raised menacingly.

[Rand_Shea]

A mock expression of annoyance, "...You don't know who I am? You don't know who I AM?!", then a grin, "I'd give you three guesses, but you'd probably say some cliche "I know who you are, you're DEAD!" line, am I right?"

He eyed the others surrounding him, then peered back to the woman that the Forsaken priest was helping. "I know who you are all, though... You're a bunch of bloody perverts!"

[Grainia]

Grainia did her best to ignore the commotion around her. She placed her free hand on the Elf's swollen belly. 'If you don't stop screaming at me, I'll leave you here to fend for yourself.'

[Okhu]

Is... someone making dinner?.. I definitely hear the sounds of a delicious meal being baked!

Most definitely....sounds like a pastry of some kind. Meat Pie?.. Maybe?.. who knows!

*The orc promptly found herself spinning like mad on a Midsummer Ribbon Pole*

[Libelle]

Libelle, meanwhile, was playing hide and seek in Tirisfal Glades with her pet moth. She really didn't have anything better to do. Her moth was soon forgotten, however, as she heard a commotion ahead. Her ears twitched in unison as her baby-senses began tingling, and she rushed forward to stare in horror at the priest and the laboring woman, somehow managing to ignore the sounds of motorcycles and shrieking rogues.

"Oh my goodness! ...Are you all right?"

[Vardyag'n]

First, she addresses the priest. "Fine, sorry, just never had a baby before."
Now, addressing the newcomer "Yeah, I'm definately alright. See, when you are having a baby and there is alot of commotion and people staring and such, you are DEFINATELY alright."

[Libelle]

Libelle stared for a moment, processing the fact that the woman's reply didn't make much sense. A moment's thought, however, helped her to realize that she was being sarcastic.

"Oh. Sorry. Do you need some, uh..."

Libelle fidgeted. She had very little experience with women at this particular stage in their pregnancy, and honestly had no idea what could be useful during labor.

"...Tea?"

[Vardyag'n]

Vyvas mutters under her breth. "First blood and now tea. What next? Bombs?" Now, louder "No thank you, I do not want tea."

[Grainia]

((Is Grainia completely surrounded by elves? In Forsaken territory?))

[Libelle]

((We're everywhere.))

[Vardyag'n]

((Yeah, pretty much.))

[Rand_Shea]

((For the record, I'm only here to give Illisade a hard time.))

[Vardyag'n]

((Good thing you are, too, or else he might give me a hard time! XD))

[Grainia]

((Illy is a sweetheart!))

'Have NONE of you ever seen a pregnant woman!'

Grainia glanced up quickly at the Elf offering the tea. She mumbled under her breath and grimaced. 'You!' She pointed at Libelle. 'Bring me some water and blankets! Now! Hurry!'

She reached in her bag and pulled out a small vial. Placing it to Vyvas' lips, she spoke softly. 'Here, drink this. It will help.'

[Vardyag'n]

"Thank you." After drinking it, she asks "What was that?"

[Irontoe]

Irontoe stepped out from behind a nearby tree.

"It were POISON!"

And with a swish of his cape, the dark, handsome dwarf disappeared as mysteriously as he had come.

[Vardyag'n]

"...It was poison?!" She asks, obviously not befuddled, or the like, from the dwarf's appearance and dissapearance.

[Fjordan]

((I love you, Irontoe. That is all.))

[Rand_Shea]

((Since Illisade's not replying... I'm going to take some liberties))

The silence from the Night Elf and his cohorts was only slightly disturbing. Just slightly... What little there was to be worried about a psychopath that was known for his stabbing fetish to compliment his one for Sin'Dorei women was being worried about... just slightly.

"Well... I see I've stunned you into silence with my superior wit... How about I just-" And the engine revving again loudly and peeling out against the dirt overcame his voice, and the motorcycle launched itself at Illisade, though at an angle... so the only thing that would hit him would be a mail-cased boot, either to the chest or, even better, to the head. A long but uneven bladed axe was then unhitched from the back of the bike and Rand held it close to the ground as he wheeled around to go for Illisade's pals.

"No pissing on the fire for any of you today! Get!"

[Exanimo]

Exanimo looked around. He'd followed Libelle to Tirisfal Glades, covertly observing her as she flitted amongst the trees. Eventually realizing that she was playing a game of Hide 'n' Go Seek with Count Fluttersnuff, he scrambled up a nearby trunk. "She'll NEVER find me up here!" He shook his head, proud of his masterly move. "She's like, DEFINITELY too stupid to even know that elves can climb trees."

Of course, it failed to occur to him that she hadn't any idea he was even playing.

After some number of hours, he grew fidgety. "Um, like. I'm gonna go find some boys. These undead guys always have the best twinks, they're SO skinny!" Leaping down, he half skipped, half stomped through the woods, until he happened upon a small gathering of women. His eyes quickly traveled to the outspread legs of the pregnant warlock, at which he exclaimed,

"OH MY GOSH, THAT IS SO WHY I STOPPED LIKING GIRLS!!!"

[Libelle]

Libelle jumped and shrieked. "Exanimo!"

She looked from him to the pregnant woman and back again, with wide eyes. She suddenly felt that she was forgetting something.

"Oh!! Water!" She grabbed Exanimo by the wrist and ran in the direction of Brill.

[Grainia]

'And blankets! Clean ones! Don't forget!' Grainia shouted after them.

[Vardyag'n]

"You never told me what I drank," Vyvas reminded Grainia, trying to remain calm.

((You guys are TOO funny!))

[Exanimo]

Exanimo's gaze wandered about as his cousin led him towards Brill. Eventually, he tugged free of her, placing his hands on his hips. "If you wanted WATER, you like, totally could have asked me." Producing a large, green vial, he shook his head. "Sometimes you are SO dumb, Libelle. But it's okay, 'cuz I'll take care of you. Uncle left this behind," he thumbed toward the direction from whence they had come, "when he gave that super cute puppy to the fat chick on the ground back there."

[Libelle]

Libelle eyed her cousin's green vial anxiously. "Exanimo, that doesn't look like water to me. It might even be something that could hurt her."

She looked at him sternly. "I really think it would be better to get something that we know is good water."

[Exanimo]

"No, Libelle. You're just being stupid. AGAIN." He waggled the vial between his fingers. "Uncle DOESN'T hurt people, he can ONLY help them. Like, you know you wouldn't even be married to that guy if it hadn't been for Uncle, right?"

Libelle blinked at him, and he continued. "Yah. So what's wrong with that chick, anyway?"

[Libelle]

"She's having a baby, Exanimo." Libelle looked at the vial glumly for a moment before a brilliant plan concocted itself in her mind.

"But, uh, I'm really thirsty. I think I'm going to need to get a lot of water, more than you have in your vial, and I'm cold too so I need blankets!"

[Grainia]

Grainia sighed loudly at all the Elves. She really couldn't understand waht they were all doing in Tirisfal. It was HER land, not theirs. AND why in the nether did this one need to go into labour now, here! She cursed her timing and hoped that no one in Infection found out how she was helping.

[Vardyag'n]

((Actually, I think I forgot to put this in her bio, but Vyvas is pretty much always with the fosaken. about a 90%chance she would have her baby in forsaken lands.))

[Lysimachus]

(( Keep in mind that Grainia's character wouldn't have "read" Vyvas' biography ))

[Vardyag'n]

((Well, duh. I was just stating that.))

[Grainia]

((Grainia is an officer in Infection - she seldom has any contact with non-Forsaken.))

[Kyrion]

The rogue closed in on the blood elf hunter. Illisade's eyes narrowed further looking at him. "Not -exactly-.......Now who are you?!" He demanded his hands hovering over his daggers.

Seeing the motorcycle jet for his face, he immediately fell on his back avoiding contact, his rogue comrades stepped back from surprise.

"HEY!" The Kal'dorei shouted pointing his dagger at the blood elf's face.

[Vaaldis]

((Vyvas and Vaal could be BFF Forsaken-hags together.

This has me LOLing all over the place. MUST KEEP READING.))

[Vardyag'n]

((Oh, she's not usually acting like this. She usually is more polite.))

[Rand_Shea]

Damn, he missed... but no matter. Rand leaned slightly to the side on the motorcycle, touching the end of the axe to the grass, and eyeing the point of the dagger aimed at his face.

"I told you to stay away from our women, don't you remember?" A bit of a mock frown, then a furrowing of his eyebrows, "I guess you don't remember your mother telling you to not point things at people, either!" Another revving of the engine, the bike peeling around again and swinging the axe upwards to knock the daggers out of Illisade's hands, "It's a wonder you haven't lost any eyes yet... though I did hear you lost your ears a few times!"

[Kyrion]

Listening to the sniveling blood elf Illisade kept his dagger pointed at his face. "Stay away from what women...? They can't stay away from me! They're all sniveling whores! EVERY LAST ONE!" He growled.

Illisade backed up again his daggers still clenched in his hands. "I lost nothing!" He snapped.

[Rand_Shea]

"..." A cough, and a raising of the eyebrows. Well well... it certainly seemed that Illisade had some issues to work out in regards to his flings with blood elf women, "Oh... kay...? Can't take a joke? Duly noted."

The fun factor of this encounter went from jovial harassment of a member of an invading faction to that of a therapy session, and Rand's ears pinned back a bit at that, and his tone went from being lighthearted and playful, to semi-serious.

"You need to leave... I think your personal wench will tell you why, if she hasn't all ready."

[Exanimo]

"Yeah well. Okay." Exanimo nodded to Libelle and turned back towards Brill. "That town over there?" He smiled. "Maybe we can stop by the tavern, too! I bet they have the BEST parties, cuz, like, they can party all night! They don't have to sleep you know."

[Libelle]

Libelle shivered. "I don't like the way they look at me there. So I don't think their parties are too good. That's more or less where Demitri lives, too, and he's pretty horrible at partying, so..." She considered for a moment. "I guess they probably have water there, and blankets." She allowed her cousin to drag her in that direction.