Darkblade
01-28-2006, 01:50 PM
The streets of Stormwind were packed as Darkblade crept along the main (or what appeared to be) passages. Moving cautiously, so as to not alert any of the populace of her presense. She knew at least a couple of the nameless masses were looking for her, as she was spotted by them entering the gates. A blast of flash powder and a burst of speed got her out of that particular jam, but she didn't want to have to rely on that again.
She was not here in any official business. No, this business was her own. Self-proclaimed elders had sprouted up across the world, and she did not trust their "wholesome" intentions. So here she was, in the middle of Stormwind City, seeking out the Elder reported to be here.
Past a heavily guarded bulwark she passed ((the Stockades)). She idly wondered what was located past the armed guards protecting the entrance. Were they there to keep people out, or to keep people in? Perhaps that would be something worth investigating in the future...
She finally emerged into a large grassy area surrounded by tall buildings ((the Park)). Gazing to the Northwest, she saw a large gathering of people, and the tell-tale "moonlight" associated with these new Elders. As she crept closer, she noted a figure walking toward her. No, she was not walking toward her, but simply walking in the direction Darkblade had just come. A young-looking Night Elf with a familiar tabard ((Kurohane))...
Darkblade had heard of these Swordwaltzers. She even faced one at the Sepulcher a few days previous (and it's annoying little fatling accomplice).
Darkblade knew that attacking this one in the middle of Stormwind would be suicide. Quite honestly, she had no desire to kill this one, anyway.
Hardly the blood-thirsty mongrel that much of the Horde seemed to be, Darkblade killed in self-defense, or when there was something to gain for it. There would be no gain in this. That didn't mean she couldn't play with the elf first, though.
She tossed a small pebble off to the side of Kurohane, hoping to get her attention. It did, and Kurohane stopped, spending some time looking around where the disturbance had come from. A small sigh escaped the Night Elf's lips. Was she expecting an attack? Darkblade smiled to herself, and waved at the Night Elf from behind. She knew that this one couldn't see her hidden away in the shadows, but the gesture seemed...right.
Taking too long here, Darkblade turned and started again toward the crowd of alliance, where the Elder was sure to be.
Darkblade stopped, as she saw an armed guard running straight to her. And this time, she realized he was coming for her, not just heading in the direction she came from. She had been spotted!
Darkblade reached down for a pouch of her explosive flash powder only to find out she was empty. Her only option now was to flee.
Officer Brady did not allow that. He assaulted her with a flurry of sword strikes. Darkblade tried to parry and dodge, and she succeeded some times, but not enough. Some nearby Alliance jumped in the fray as well, and soon Darkblade knew only darkness.
The journey through the spirit world was always disturbing. It all seemed fairly unnatural to the rogue know as Darkblade, but it was all she knew. You fell in life, and your spirit returned from the twisting nether to an anchor spot where a spirit healer resides. Death was temporary, always. Kind of made the whole act of living seem pointless at times. Was there some sort of powerful entity enjoying his game of right versus left? When a pawn falls, just put it back in the game again?
Her philosophic musings ended when her spirit returned to the location of her lifeless body. She had done this countless times, and would likely do it more still. The spirit closed her eyes, and then the body opened them. Right away she stealthily hid out of sight of any passers-by. Time for round two.
She approached the Elder, as she could see him now. Undetected, she crept up to this being surrounded by supposed moonlight. Same as all the others she had seen. But still, she went through the motions that they expected. She received the coin from him. That could hardly be done hiding in the shadows, so Darkblade was forced to reveal herself to the surrounding enemy. Before she could vanish in to the shadows again, that same guard came running. She didn't know his name, nor his purpose in catching those that hide in the shadows. All she knew was that he was coming for her again, and she still had no flash powder.
With a sprint, she dash off. If she got lucky, she could outrun this guard. They would eventually give up the chase, she knew, as she had been forced to outrun various guards before.
The barbed net, however, prevented this. Darkblade closed her eyes, readying herself for the inevitable.
Another forced pondering in philosophy.
When her corpse opened her eyes again, she hoped that she would be far enough away from this guard's patrol area to be safe.
She had another destination in mind. She had also heard of a tram which connected it to this place.
She was bound for Ironforge.
She was not here in any official business. No, this business was her own. Self-proclaimed elders had sprouted up across the world, and she did not trust their "wholesome" intentions. So here she was, in the middle of Stormwind City, seeking out the Elder reported to be here.
Past a heavily guarded bulwark she passed ((the Stockades)). She idly wondered what was located past the armed guards protecting the entrance. Were they there to keep people out, or to keep people in? Perhaps that would be something worth investigating in the future...
She finally emerged into a large grassy area surrounded by tall buildings ((the Park)). Gazing to the Northwest, she saw a large gathering of people, and the tell-tale "moonlight" associated with these new Elders. As she crept closer, she noted a figure walking toward her. No, she was not walking toward her, but simply walking in the direction Darkblade had just come. A young-looking Night Elf with a familiar tabard ((Kurohane))...
Darkblade had heard of these Swordwaltzers. She even faced one at the Sepulcher a few days previous (and it's annoying little fatling accomplice).
Darkblade knew that attacking this one in the middle of Stormwind would be suicide. Quite honestly, she had no desire to kill this one, anyway.
Hardly the blood-thirsty mongrel that much of the Horde seemed to be, Darkblade killed in self-defense, or when there was something to gain for it. There would be no gain in this. That didn't mean she couldn't play with the elf first, though.
She tossed a small pebble off to the side of Kurohane, hoping to get her attention. It did, and Kurohane stopped, spending some time looking around where the disturbance had come from. A small sigh escaped the Night Elf's lips. Was she expecting an attack? Darkblade smiled to herself, and waved at the Night Elf from behind. She knew that this one couldn't see her hidden away in the shadows, but the gesture seemed...right.
Taking too long here, Darkblade turned and started again toward the crowd of alliance, where the Elder was sure to be.
Darkblade stopped, as she saw an armed guard running straight to her. And this time, she realized he was coming for her, not just heading in the direction she came from. She had been spotted!
Darkblade reached down for a pouch of her explosive flash powder only to find out she was empty. Her only option now was to flee.
Officer Brady did not allow that. He assaulted her with a flurry of sword strikes. Darkblade tried to parry and dodge, and she succeeded some times, but not enough. Some nearby Alliance jumped in the fray as well, and soon Darkblade knew only darkness.
The journey through the spirit world was always disturbing. It all seemed fairly unnatural to the rogue know as Darkblade, but it was all she knew. You fell in life, and your spirit returned from the twisting nether to an anchor spot where a spirit healer resides. Death was temporary, always. Kind of made the whole act of living seem pointless at times. Was there some sort of powerful entity enjoying his game of right versus left? When a pawn falls, just put it back in the game again?
Her philosophic musings ended when her spirit returned to the location of her lifeless body. She had done this countless times, and would likely do it more still. The spirit closed her eyes, and then the body opened them. Right away she stealthily hid out of sight of any passers-by. Time for round two.
She approached the Elder, as she could see him now. Undetected, she crept up to this being surrounded by supposed moonlight. Same as all the others she had seen. But still, she went through the motions that they expected. She received the coin from him. That could hardly be done hiding in the shadows, so Darkblade was forced to reveal herself to the surrounding enemy. Before she could vanish in to the shadows again, that same guard came running. She didn't know his name, nor his purpose in catching those that hide in the shadows. All she knew was that he was coming for her again, and she still had no flash powder.
With a sprint, she dash off. If she got lucky, she could outrun this guard. They would eventually give up the chase, she knew, as she had been forced to outrun various guards before.
The barbed net, however, prevented this. Darkblade closed her eyes, readying herself for the inevitable.
Another forced pondering in philosophy.
When her corpse opened her eyes again, she hoped that she would be far enough away from this guard's patrol area to be safe.
She had another destination in mind. She had also heard of a tram which connected it to this place.
She was bound for Ironforge.