The Aftermath of a New Tomorrow

[Sanrin]

A cheerful smile brushed Sanrins lips as he walked down the cobblestone
streets of Stormwind's Old Town, his attention abnormally open to his
surroundings despite the most recent turn of events. He had only yesterday
heard news of his friends declaration of treason against the city, let alone
her dishonor, and while his advice to her had been mostly sound regret hit
him hard. And so it was while Sanrin walked quietly and calmly through the
backstreets of his home that he thought long and hard, Bobby (his most
trusted and loyal companion) close behind.

"And what say you Bob-o?" A quick turn of the head to make sure the ram was
keeping pace behind him, "Honestly its not like we could sink our names any
further into the mud by helping her. If it wasn't for fathers work…we'd of
been thrown out long ago."

A quick snort and the shake of a head.

"I doubt I had anything to do with it. Though ultimately blood is blood, and
that's the way this kingdom works."

Sanrin spoke with a resigned sigh in his voice, winding back and forth
almost aimlessly down the canals. Walking slow enough for Bobby to
eventually catch up, the stopped their pace across one of the many soft
arched bridges, admiring the cool red sun as it began to set. It had only
been two weeks since the death of his father, last of the Zenafova house…if
one could even call it that. And despite the long and tiresome struggle,
nothing had been resolved. All that's left of his family reduced to a
single musty tome, its contents far more precious to Sanrin then any amount
of gold, fame, or infamy. And it was as Sanrin sat down along the fine
stone edge of the bridge, taking a potato from his pack to peel for his
animal companion that the true weight of his actions hit him.

He had nothing left to do, and nowhere left to go.

"That is the price of finality, isn't it? I suppose with all my awesome
calculation…I couldn't even predict the basic outcome." a quick toss, and a
chomp signified his latest goal accomplished.

"Sanrin Zenafova? Overseer of Empyrean Dawn?" a stern voice appeared, seemly
out of nowhere

A quick turn and a peer was all he needed to properly register whom was
speaking to him, and with a soft grunt, a quick hand gesture he was able to
verify his own identity as well as assure the Stormwind guard was safe to
continue with his assigned reading.

Its Overlord jackass…mine sounds much better.

"Overseer Sanrin, I have clear orders here to place you under observation
until further notice."

"Observation? Firstly under what charges and secondly…do you have to follow
me everywhere?"

It only took the guard a quick moment to understand this was going to be a
long day. Pulling out a separate scroll and handing it over to the paladin,
he quickly continued his own duties and read aloud the sentence.

"Ahem. Overseer-"

"Overlord. Sounds stronger."

A quick cough.

"…Overseer. Sanrin. Due to excessive contact as well as history you have
with formerly recognized-"

"You're spying on me because I talked to her and now you think I'm going to
blow up Stormwind? Or you need a scapegoat for something else? Because
honestly…Bobby doesn't really like goat references." a quick grin and
another wave of the hand as Sanrin tossed aside his scroll, clearly
unopened. "Look. I understand your job here but ultimately, if I cared for
your policies I wouldn't of followed Celethorn way back when eh? Remember
that?"

"Frankly sir, I do not. But resisting a order from Highlord-"

"-Highlord, Highlord, Highlord! You can get his title right but not mine?
No Midgroundwatcher or anything eh? Ultimately…look at it this way…" Sanrin
strode over to the man, placing a firm hand on his shoulder as he guided the
uneasy officer slightly away from the canal. "Somethings really up around
here. With all these random arrests, and what not. Take me for example.
I'm sure your unfortunate task is to follow me around no matter where I go?
House arrest or something?"

"We are already well aware that you have no current dwelling of-"

"Yes, yes. No house. And you took my boat right?"

"Boat?"

"Oh. Well that's shitty luck for you."

The guard stepped back, a clear frown apparent from even behind his steel
headpiece, dusting off his shoulder as if Sanrin had left a sort of residue.

"Far as I'm concerned…you're not going anywhere until we find out the nature
of those conversations. And additionally, any further harassment of myself,
or any other officer will be met with the harshest of consequences. As
orders say." spat the guard, of whose hand carefully arched over the hilt of
his blade.

"Well if you're going to arrest me…aren't you going to be taking my items? "
shrugged the paladin again, a hand moving to brush a bit of hair from his
eyes with a soft sigh. "Might want to start with Bobby. He's a bit large
you know…would be difficult to move overall."

Sanrin paused for only a moment, long enough to hear the soft sweep of fine
cloth along rough ground…or at least the loud clanking that seemed to
accompany the guards of a fine nobleman. Turning to face the man who
approached him freely, he offhandedly notice a salute come from his
arrestor.

"You're really beyond the realm of stubborn aren't you?" spoke the
approacher quietly, guards stopping shortly behind, a hand raised in
greeting.

"Perhaps. And you're dressed as an enigma?" a quick shake was the only
leverage allotted.

"Forgive my rudeness, I simply wanted to see your reaction. You were an
orphan weren't you? Your father went off to war and took your brother,
mother died from what can only be seen as a medical mystery."

"Heartache?"

"Love. Something someone such as myself is purely unfamiliar with. You're
the ideal candidate for what we're attempting to present here. Your
accomplishments are noteworthy overall, and yet none accomplished in any
name. Simply done. No agitation with either Horde or Alliance…and to top
it all off, a military leader of sort. You know what we call you?"

"A threat?" Sanrin sat down with a smile, propping his arms back in an
attempt to lean into a more comfortable position. He smiled softly, looking
up at the individual who took great care to cloak their features.

"Sometimes. But in this case, consider the following: Kurohane has in fact
been exiled, has she not? Almost unjustly so. Wouldn't you like to right
these wrongs?"

"Maybe. But I highly doubt a rogue diplomat with a few annoying guards with
the combined force of a paladin and goat will handle much without a plan.
Eh?" Bobby snorted in disapproval. "Additionally, shes most likely moved
past that now. Wouldn't digging up a grave just cause bigger issues?"

"No no, you misunderstand." the figure smiled, motioning for the lazy man
to stand and walk down the brighter paths within the city. "You see my
friend, Kurohane was directly involved because ultimately we wanted to keep
ourselves free of struggle, correct? Needing someone to punish, someone to
blame, we turned to the Swordwaltzers and simply removed her from the
situation."

"Right, bringing shame to her and ruining her life…at least for a short
period of time." spat Sanrin, clearly glaring from the corner of his eye as
the escorted walk continued.

"Correct. But, ultimately our city will always need scapegoats. When you
consider the Defias…"

"Are you asking me to hunt down innocent individuals or become one in which
for you to burn in effigy? Either way this conversation is more then
beginning to bore me and in all honestly… I have errands to run."

The two stood for a while to watch one another (though Sanrin in fact saw
little through the plethora of cloth that covered the officials visage).
The city was almost moving in slow motion, sun slowly setting as the last
residue of the streets made their way back to home. And even the orphans of
Stormwind, normally active and always bustling about the streets, were
rubbing their eyes in defiant understanding that another day was soon to
come.
Another soft motion of a hand, a womans hand, emerged from the drape of
cloth that surrounded the body. And with the soft and polite touch that
only a well raised woman could muster, the cowl was gently pushed back to
reveal in full light the identity of the woman speaking.
"Do you know, Sanrin, how women come to positions of power within our great
Alliance?" grinned the official.

"I suppose a lewd joke would be inappropriate at this point in time?"

"Quite. But not unexpected. Reputation, young paladin. Reputation. You
must be noted for something great, feared and respected for it. And
ultimately all I want is that power at my disposal. I am an honest
individual by nature so I'll be quite frank with you…" a resigned sigh as
she looked off, for the first time impolitely breaking eye contact as she
spoke, "There is much corruption in our city. Many of those who're supposed
to be working for the people are in fact working for themselves, can you
disagree? Lining their pockets with gold that is red with the saturation of
blood."

"No need to tell me otherwise, I agree with you there're a lot of strings
being pulled. Like the disappearance, or capture, of our king for example.
But I'll be frank, this topic is still beyond boring. If I wanted a lecture
on the state of our city-"

"You'd do well to shut up and listen then." a smile was impossible to hold
back as the young paladin laughed brightly at her interruption, nodding for
her to continue. "I don't want power…not for myself. But I want to get rid
of those who're abusing it. Keep the honest officials in check, and the
dishonest ones….gone."

"And you'd like to take their position instead?" Sanrin again sat, watching
Bobby chew playfully on his backpack.

"Only to ensure the peace of course…You follow my plans, and together we
clean the city of its garbage-"

"Because who would suspect a random Lady and a paladin…particularly one who
has worked so hard to keep the image of neutrality afoot." again, unable to
stifle a good laugh Sanrin waved a hand through his hair in thought. "And
what do I gain from this? Self satisfaction? Moral gratification?"

The woman turned to him, her face quite intent upon his as she drew a small
scroll from her sleeve. Sealed clearly shut, Sanrin eyed it curiously before
taking hold, and breaking open the rolled up parchment to read over. And as
his eyes covered the small expanse of well kept and well written paper, she
spoke in hushed tone.

"I know about your family. Your history, and the contents of the book you
hold. You help me and I will promise you…the one thing you couldn't stop on
that day, three weeks back can be undone. You can get him back, exactly the
way you remember…no cost but to aid a cause to assist a system choking on
the stench of its corruption."

A second chance.

"To bring back your brother…the innocent victim in the sea of crimes
committed by your kin…"

To be able to bring him back to life again…

"You can both live freely, happily, no attachment to this entire plot…"

And things could go back to how it was, before the war, before all of this.
Just help her, and this story can finally be put to rest.

Sanrin looked up quietly, his face unusually stern as his legs forced him
to stand. He tossed the parchment to the closest of her escorts, heaving a
soft sigh once before nodding in agreement.

"Good then. You can start with the murder of Liadain Greyhame."

[Mortica]

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This should get interesting.

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[Noury]

(( Sanrin, for a partial explanation of my words and actions last night in the courtyard in front of the bank, check out my post in Sylennis' tale: Taming the Beast (http://tn.yzeens.com/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&p=33457#33457). Great story. I'm intrigued to see where it leads. ))

[Imara]

(( Ahh. People trying to kill Lia or steal her body parts. Feels like old times. *cracks knuckles* The time for writing draws near. ;) ))

[Sanrin]

Two boys sat quietly, basking in the cool rays of the midsummer sun, watching the grass sway gently along the winds caress. One was clearly older by a number of years, his maturing features showing strong signs of wit and curiosity as most developing children. The other lay contently in clothing clearly too large for his size, sleeves enveloping his hands with ease as the occasional flow of wind would pick up under the light cloth to announce its disproportion to its owner. Yet while differing in size, disposition, and age it was clear that they were both in fact, brothers. Strands of long white hair gracing both their heads

“So, tomorrow is the big day.” spoke the older one, his arms holding up his body as his eyes attempted to resist the glare of the sun (though clearly sighing in relief with every passing cloud).

“Yeah…how long do ya think you‘ll be? I mean, with father and all.” the other replied, his head turning only slightly to observe his brothers expression.

“Who knows, but I doubt it’ll be long…I’m only going to help dad for a little bit. Not like I’ll actually be fighting, ya know?”

An uncomfortable pause, and the slightest shift of position spoke more then either needed to. And yet, despite that…

“Why? I don’t understand. How come you need to go too?” the younger one spoke, his words clearly pained as he too sat up to face his sibling.

“Because…its war. It’s the reason we’re given the power to fight, ya know? When you’re given something, you’ve got to make use of it after all.”

“How do you know this? How can you possibly say something like that, you don’t even know what you’re fighting for…” spat the younger one defiantly.

Another moment of silence as the wind interjected their conversation, its pleasant touch calming both with a slow ease.

“Sanrin, when you find something you want to protect with your life…isn’t that reason enough?”

“And what’re you trying to protect?”

Sanrins brother smiled, brushing a bit of the windswept hair from his face as he brought his tired legs to a stand. A quick stretch, a heartfelt sigh, and a helpful hand brought the two of them afoot and walking down their grassy hill and onward to the long road home.

“Well that’s easy…same thing you’re going to be doing one day…ya know?”



Twenty-eight inches of metal and rust threw Sanrin into the cold and dark reality that was the Plaguelands, and for the first time in his short human life he felt his lung cave in around the greedy and unforgiving metal plunged into him by the only member of his family he’d ever trusted. He felt the cold foot of his brothers boot hit him, tearing him from the blade as he hit the ground, face first, the cool dirt of the plagued woods outside of Stratholme greeting the paladin wholeheartedly.
And as Sanrin lay in the pool of his own blood, spreading warmly over his cheek to happily tint his soft white hair, he began to wonder how he entered this position. He looked up to catch a glimpse of his childhood hero, standing with no more then a cold stare.

“All of your accomplishments and this is all you amount to…”

Sanrin turned his head , the glare of his brother ever present however secondary to the soft chuckle and applause coming from several feet back. He watched as the figure approached him slowly, could see no more then a blurred movement of a long black coat and could only guess as to its destination via the soft crunching of a boot upon leaves. That is not to say however, that Sanrin did not know who the man was. Or, shadow of a man.

Red flooded his eyesight as he attempted to sit up, crawling on hands and knees stubbornly as his life drained away. He barely heard the man speak, though even barely was enough burn his blood that had not yet escaped his body.

“This is precisely why I choose your brother over you, I hope you realize. My liege would never have any use for garbage like you. Let alone would I have you shame the name of the Cult with your pathetic attempts at heroism.”

He crawled, against every amount of pain that tore through his body, and eventually was welcomed by the cold comfort of a boulder. Turning slowly, a hand pressed against his open wound in a vague attempt to stop the blood flow, he saw his father smiling cruelly down upon him. His brother stood with the resolve and obedience of all undead, no emotion in his hollow eyes, his hand still clenched down upon his broadsword. A quick motion from his father, perhaps a signal, then he watched as the blurred figure of his nightmares knelt down to inspect his left arm.

“Found a cure did you? Where or where is your dear old mother? The only purpose for your existence and you failed…even at that.”

“You’re a sick and twisted…”

“Yes yes, as expected from the uninspired. The plague you carried was more then just a disease to the unintelligent such as yourself…it was a new hope for us. Why cant you see that? Conformity! Look at your brother…no pain, no suffering…no anguish. Simple tranquility.”

Sanrin sat through the tirade, something played out thousands of times elsewhere, he knew. A world that would be better. One without human emotion, love, or reckless delusions of improvement. Dulling down the mind of humanity into the simple work ethic of a machine…that was the point of the curse he had carried all these years, being the living culture of a self destructive human spirit. The soul of his mother.

“And you RUINED it!” screamed his father in sudden rage, taking the opportunity to strike out at his battered kin. He felt coolly satisfied, smiling in superiority as Sanrin recovered from the blow in an attempt to regain composure. “Doesn’t matter. At this point, nothing can stop the Scourge now. With out holy temple already in the sky, it will be little time before we create a plague greater then my design.”

And with that he walked away turning only long enough to his undead servant, his undead son, to mutter his quick final words.

“Kill him.”

Sanrin watched his brother break into full motion, sickly skin almost tearing in anticipation to meet his fathers command. He heard the piercing screech of his brothers charge, almost seeming to tear into the air itself, sword extended in preparation for the final blow. Time seemed to stop.

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“And you’re just going to let it end like this?”

Sanrin looked up, the playful grin he always remembered taunting him cheerfully. He saw his brother, plain as day, the same white hair as his own unmated and cleanly brushed aside.

“When’d you get to be so lame? Coulda sworn mother raised you to be less of a pussy.” another warm chuckle as he stood there, watching as Sanrin sat in slumped defeation.

I cant do it…

“Can’t? Well you fucking better will! You’ve come this far, why give up?”

Why keep going?

“Is that what you’d like written on your grave? For all your friends to remember? ‘Here lies Sanrin. A pastry could have bested him in the end.’”

The two watched each other, a smile eventually lining Sanrins lips, breaking way into a soft laugh.

I guess you’re right…I didn’t try my hardest did I?

“No, you didn’t. At least if you’re going to die…put your life into it.” he brother smiled once more, turning to walk away with a short wave. “Come on now Sanrin…you’re fighting for the same reason I did after all…don’t you remember?”

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A searing flash of light was all that Lanctus Zenafova needed to understand that his last direction was in fact, not carried out as well as planned. He turned quickly, in time to see the final glow of Sanrins exorcism leave his undead brothers body, spirit finally released from its imprisonment the corpse collapsed to the ground in finality.

“A paladin? You really did come here with the full intent of shaming this household eh? You could at least of been a barmaid or something perhaps your whore of a-”

It only took several moments for Sanrin to stand, a break into a charge hard enough to sweep his father from the ground and send the two toppling head over shoulders. The two rolled for a short while, a flailing mix of struggle as both attempted to gain the upper ground, a placement eventually yielding to the paladin after a quick kick to the face. Desperately Lanctus attempted to claw away, digging his fingers into the earth as his son tore furiously into his body with a nearby rock…his own mace much too far away to give up this golden moment.

There is no glory in this.

Again the soft thud of his improvised weapon against the cold skin of his father, the snapping of twigs and bones alike filling the air about them.

No shame.

He could only keep from crying, his wounds sealed shut but the loss of blood keeping him disoriented still as his hand came down successfully on his fathers skull.

I hate you for everything you’ve done!

He heard the snap of his fathers spinal cord as the rock connected again.

Everything you stand for…

Another swing, this time letting loose the rock from his fingers wet with his familys blood.

Everything you’ve done to me…

It was far after dark when Sanrin was finished, and much to late for the paladin to notice that when his killing blow had been delivered hours earlier. Then he wept.




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Three weeks had gone by since then, and standing there upon the bridge in Stormwind could only remind him of that day.

“I’ll give you a bit to decide…but this offer wont last long you know.” an understanding nod brought Sanrin back to the present.

“I’ll need proof, of course. That you can even bring him back at all…I’m not just going to follow those on a wing and a prayer. And why Liadain to begin with? What’s she ever done?”

“Its moreover the matter of her children. Not everything is an accident, or fate you know. Sometimes you need to guide that hand a bit to get what you want. This is about starting a revolution. Look at Liadain, her friends, family, former position. A helper of the Alliance, her death would cause outraged if pinned correctly…would even force particular politicians to have to retire under the pressure.”

Sanrin could only but nod in response, considering the weight of her words carefully.

“Imagine the pressure of the Tears, former Blades members…she even has friends amongst the Horde from what I understand. Even the Regiment would take action if they found out the extent of the Alliance corruption at the death of her by their hands.”

“But what justification do we have? Not to say that I’ll even do it…but again why her?” Sanrin look aside, his normally cheerful features furrowed in thought.

“Because…” the woman rolled up her sleeve, drawing out a small rolled scroll clearly sealed together, “only several days after the discovery of the body was Liadain discovered giving financial assistance to a particular disenfranchised elf.”

[Sanrin]

Sanrin sat amongst the burning winds of the Silithus desert, his eyes locked ahead in the distance as he contemplated to himself the most recent events. Another letter had arrived from his new benefactor, and while he had completed her tasks silently and efficiently, his most important assignment he had left unfinished for weeks on end. The death of his friend, Liadain Greyhame. An attempt to frame key members of the alliance, bring further shame to the huntress Kurohane (and now, subsequently the newly reformed Blades of Lordaeron). The mission was simple, and would result in the (hopeful) uproar of the public…forcing politicians into a position they rarely like to be in. Cornered by public pressure (and well placed bits of ‘evidence’ working against them) a new power would be forced to emerge to take the place of those who had failed previously and with that power would come the promise of peace.
An idealistic plan, but one he could not simply toss aside considering the possible outcome. Especially considering the most recent turn of events…

Bobby was patient with Sanrin today, for once standing still amongst the soft but searing touch of the windblown sand. Their bombardment of the Temple of Ahn’Qiraj was going well, few casualties for the progress they’ve made against the ancient army. It almost seemed like waging war was the only thing he could do to keep his mind from everything else that had gone around.

Word had reached him regarding the reformation of the Blades, and he had touched down with Liadain on the subject briefly as well. So much had happened in such a short amount of time, the siege of Blackrock Mountain, his father…and brothers demise. Now the war against the Qiraj, breakdown of the Tears, and of course there was always the matter of his mother.

“And of course, Ansel.” he spoke silently, pulling his hood into place as he urged Bobby back to Cenarion Hold.

He took the death of his friend in stride, knowing full well there was little he could ever do to move on from that. Much of his time spent now was in combat, or preparing for…it would explain the reason his curse stayed quiet.

“I suppose in the end, my friend, I am glad those who’ve stayed have kept close so far…” he smiled beneath his black hood, offering a warm pat to Bobby, who was clearly in disapproval of their sandy location.

A soft snort.

He missed the days of Feorns council, when time was clearly spent meandering about talking over the way of things. Even the golden days of The Grim and Watch, whos ranks were in existence, but not like before. Now groups such as Infection yielded new threats, once intimate fights were now large scale battles on a regular basis…be it with the horde or otherwise. Noting each change in his life was almost painful.

He reached the druidic refuge shortly, dismounting from Bobby to let him search out a more restful (and less sandy) location, passing the several other traveling Horde and Alliance in the area to reach the local mailbox. He sighed softly, pulling his hood off to breathe a bit freely, unable to resist attempting to scratch away some of the sand that had worked its way into his scalp.


Don’t be sad Sanny…its unlike you.

He spat in disgust. At least this brought an end to the womans plans. Her…what was her name? Sanrin had trouble remembering clearly…the combined heat and sting of the windblown sand keeping his mind aptly fixated on shelter and shelter alone. And with that, he hearthed to Stormwind.



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Sanrin walked quietly amongst the falling leaves, fewer and fewer in Stormwind outside the parks eager green grasp. He enjoyed the mixture of cool shade and midnight sky, the harsh wind that seems to pummel his senses so many many miles away was nice in contrast, and he had long taken the time to clean himself properly. He stood quietly, watching the soft greenery scrape against the canals blue water.

“Rather lonely night for a walk?”

Sanrin looked up quietly, to see his enigma affiliate, smiling a soft curious grin as she pulled back her cowl.

“Lonely night for much of anything isn’t it?”

“Now now, don’t let yourself fall too far from the Light. You’ll need it I’m sure…”

Sanrin looked up with a mild curiosity. “And…what exactly do you care? You’ve taken great care in fostering courage and shooing aside my demoralization…and I don’t even know your name?”

A pause between the two, before she responded with a soft bow.

“Felanore, if it would be of interest to you.”

Felanore?

“Indeed. And I’ve come, sadly, with a new task for you…young Zenafova. One that requires much focus on your part.”

Sanrin brushed her aside, walking away rudely down the canals paths…though she took care to follow in quick haste. Her soft smile almost tangible though his back met it.

“Come now…Kurohane, Xelthan… dead, that leaves us with little option! Something must be done…after all the corruption of the officials-”

“Is none of my concern!” Sanrin whipped around quickly, grabbing her collar and tossing her with an almost abnormal ease against the stone wall. “And I dare say Felanore you’ve crossed an awful line this evening.”

“Me? Cross you? My dear boy…I’ve never done such a thing. Only attempted to make you far greater then you ever planned on.” she smiled still, her feet clearly off the ground yet no twitch in her eye nor waver in her emotion could be seen.

Felanore…

“Where did you get your name from?!” Sanrin spat coldly, pushing the woman’s light frame against the stone harshly. “Where do I know your name?!”

I cant help it…

She stood tightly grasped, feet dangling freely in silent resolve, a superior grin quite clear on her soft facial features.

“Do be careful Sanrin…you know letting yourself get carried away isn’t good for your condition. Keep feeding it.”

I cant help it…

“What’re you talking about? Tell me…stop spitting out this bullshit and just get-” Sanrin yelled but he was deaf even to his own word. He felt the world around him almost stop, come to an end. The silence was unbearable but for some reason he kept talking…kept yelling, he felt the need to lash out against this woman who claimed to be someone…claimed to be something he hated. He hated so many things.





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The night shift was one of the best, and worst times to work, young Ericson concluded. Him and his partner Leyol had been doing this for only a year now, but they already knew the ups and downs of it all. Easier to spot crimes, harder to stop em when there’s nothing but nighttime and a lot of mystery about. Their lanterns lit, they were about to pass over to Old Town for a quick drink when they spotted him.

He was a fairly young looking man, though you needed to look a bit closely to see it. His armor shone in the moonlight, his crumpled figure leaning heavily against the stone wall of the stockades. There had been riots there, and thinking the lad was in trouble they rushed to the scene.

“Coulda sorn I sah em beatin someone up! Oldin em agains the wall an all!” Leyol slurred out as the two officers wandered carefully to the young man.

But they saw nor heard no more then the figured ranting…muttered deep into his palms. The two guards looked to one another, and carefully it was Ericson that continued onward to approach the figure. Adjusting his armor once, a hand moving carefully to his sword, the young human paced himself (proudly for that matter) to the crumpled individual.

“Excuse me sir…” he spoke softly, peering in with a bit of interest. “I was just wonderin if-”

“I’m sorry…I cant help it…” Sanrin gasped softly, looking up at the Ericson in a soft mutter. His disposition was a mess, eyes that normally showed a clear amount of focus were now distraught and almost lost.

“Cant help wha-” Ericson was cuz off again, this time from shock.

Sanrins movement came in rapid succession as he pulled himself off the ground in full swing of the Stormwind guard, leaving no room for reaction as Sulfuras tore its way easily through the air and into the mans body. Leyol watched as the streak of red and orange collided with his partner, shards of metal, flesh and bone exploding violently. The heat and light did not last long, but were enough to disorient…something that Sanrin had long grown used to. He watched his friends lifeless corpse tear through the air, a grotesque firework of flesh and twisted metal, and could only assume it landed in the depths of the canal.

“I CANT HELP BUT HATE YOU!” the paladin screamed in outrage, his face a twisted complexion of anger and excitement.

Leyol didn’t have the time to reach for his blade before a flash of light hit him, tearing him off the ground easily. His chest caved in, felt the whole city spin around him and violently come to a complete stop as the burst of light finished carrying him. It was the last thing he felt before the heat of Sulfuras closed in on his skull, forever silencing his world.

Your name…Felanore…Zenafova. Mother.

[Sorchea]

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[Noury]

(( Wow! Mommie? ))