My friend at Jezvik’s House

[Vilmah]

Vilmah wandered down the streets of Orgrimmar, her long black ponytail bouncing slightly with every step. Her large hands, equipped with brand new chain mail gloves, were folded behind her back as she gave merry smiles to anyone who happened to look her way. The grunts hailed her, and she hailed back as she walked past the huge doorway that led to their capital city.

“Don’t be stranger, Vilmah,” said one, who had introduced himself as Krug on Vilmah’s first visit.

She smiled at him and waved. “I won’t! I’ll be back soon.”

She wasn’t a large orc, as their females come, and yet she carried with her weaponry suitable for a male twice her size. The hot Durotar sun beat down on her bare skull, which caused sweat to trickle down her skin and linger perilously close to her eyes before she wiped it away. Before long, she was taking a drink from a water skin. It’s full contents reassured her that she would survive the perilous walk that came with visiting her friend.

Hours passed, and more than one creature tried to force Vilmah to turn back. However, it she kept a pleasant disposition about her, trying to remain as optimistic as the weather in Durotar would allow.Her persistency paid off when she finally came across a sizable domicile, hiding within the crevice of the mountainside. The red stones that built it matched the mountain’s color so perfectly, it took an experienced eye to spot the windows which marked it as the home of someone. When finally she arrived, the small sign which hung outdoors could be easily read.

“Welcome to Jezvik’s House!” Chirped a goblin, as Vilmah walked in. She was seated behind a desk, dressed in garish purple robes. “Can I get you anything? Food, drink?”

“No thanks,” Vilmah replied, taking a look around the foyer. Large painted portraits of goblins hung in most of the wall space, but here and there, a female orc or troll could be found posing in the nude. Turning back to the goblin who greeted her, Vilmah asked if Najme was available.

“Najme? Hm… Najme… Najme…” Repeated the goblin, as she looked through a book in front of her. Using her long crimson painted fingernails, she trailed down a list of names until she came to Najme. “Oh, I’m sorry! She’s with someone, right now. Would you like to meet with someone else? A male, perhaps? We have some lovely things in stock!”

Vilmah shook her head. “Oh, no thanks. I’ll just wait until she’s done, if that’s alright.”

“Set in your tastes, are you?” Asked the goblin. “I’m not surprised. Every time you come here, you get the same thing.”
A few minutes passed, and Vilmah took a seat on the small plush couch which leaned against a wall. The stuffing was soft and slightly uncomfortable. Vilmah fondly remembered the straw furniture that adorned most of the homes in her village. After a sizable amount of time, the light outside began to dim, allowing a draft to flow inside from an open window.

“Stupid Durotar evenings…” The goblin female grumbled. “Hot as blazes one day, cold as Arthas’ heart the next…”

When a tall and statuesque male orc emerged from the door to Vilmah’s right, her goblin greeter gave a nod. “You can go in, now.”

“Thanks, Kixi,” Vilma said to the goblin before placing a stack of gold coins on her desk. She couldn’t help but look over the male who was leaving. He was well muscled, and much older than her. His black hair had streaks of gray, and there were large scars covering most of his unarmored body. She could tell by the dark clothes and daggers he wore, that he must have been a rogue of some sort.

Walking through the front door, the young orc could smell what reminded her of Orgrimmar. The stench of accumulated dust, sweat, and blood. It left a stale metallic taste on her tongue, which made her even more eager to reach Najme’s room. The door at the end of the tunnel held promise for a brighter night ahead.

“Najme?” Asked Vilmah, as she tapped against a pale wooden door.

There was silence. Then, “Come in.”

Vilmah opened the door to a tiny room. Inside, the walls were mostly bare except for a faded coat of paint. The floor space was mostly taken up by a large bed, covered in silk blankets and pillows. Sitting at the edge, facing the window, was a muscularly build human female.

“Najme! How are you? I came as soon as I was allowed by my superiors,” said Vilmah cheerfully, as she walked up to sit next to the human. “I’ve brought you some roast plain strider meat, some melons, bananas, cheese… how have you been?”

Najme turned to face Vilmah. The sight of the orc’s cheerful face reminded her of her kind, if only for a few short moments. This one, at least, she knew would never hurt her in the ways her race had done before. “Oh, you know. The usual. Thanks for the food, you know you don’t have to bring me anything.”

“I thought you deserved it. I’m able to stay a little longer, this time. We can stay up talking all night!”

“You know that never works out, Vilma. I wish you’d tell me why you don’t want to go to sleep.”

Vilmah shook her head, and dismissed the question “Anyway, the general of my division was kind enough to promote me, so I’ve been getting more funds!” Vilma paused to smile. “He’s nice. You’d really like him.”

“What’s his name?”

Vilmah bit her lip and grinned. “General Gorthok. He’s been nicer to me than anyone ever has, before. Especially after I was finally able to leave Kuruck.”

“Your little village can’t have been that bad, Vilmah,” said Najme as she fished through Vilmah’s bag. “How is Galrok? Have you found him, yet?”

Vilmah’s smile faded. She remembered the day that her oldest childhood friend entered an inn where she was drinking, only to have forgotten their childhood, and his entire life before joining the military. “I… well, yes. Sort of. ough, I wanted to tell you I’ll be strong enough, soon.”

“Strong enough? Vilmah, lets not talk about this again…”

Vilmah shook her head. “No, really! I’ll be strong enough to at least be able to get past the goblins. My division is strong too, and I’m sure I could get someone to help me. After all, Death Before Dishonor is just that! We’re all for honor, and nobody would think that this… this is…”

“Honorable,” Najme finished for her.

The orc paused. “…well, it’s not like it’s your fault. They did this to you, and as a proud member of the Horde it’s my job to weed out the injustices that remain.”

Najme sighed, and leaned back into her bed. The tinkling of metal could be heard clearly, as the enchanted ankle brace on her leg rocked against the chain attaching it to the stone wall. “Vilmah, I’m not myself any more. I’m not sure if I’d ever be able to do the things I used to do, if I were to leave. It’s so much easier just to lie back… and,” she noticed that Vilmah didn’t see to be following. “Anyway, Vilmah it’s nice of you to want to help me, but really. I’m doing you a favor. The more soldiers come in her to… spend time with me, the less they’ll hassle you on the battleground. Right?”

“I’d rather a hundred of them hassle me than one of them treat you so mean, Najme,” Vilmah said with a sigh. “I’m sorry ‘m not strong enough to get you out of here, yet. Just hold on. I’ll find a way. Then you’ll never have to come back here, or face any of those… those…”

“Orcs.”

Vilmah nodded.

“Remember, Vilmah. I was a solder for the Alliance before I was taken,” Najme said while unpeeling a banana. “If I’m free, I’ll have to go back. I might be fighting against you and your men. How can you let that happen?”

Vilmah smiled. “Oh, I trust you! I know you wouldn’t purposely hurt me. Or anyone else, for that matter! You’re a nice person, Najme. You should be free to go home.”

Najme nodded. “Right. Home…”

The longer Vilmah stayed, the darker it got. Soon, her need for rest for the better of the young orc, and she reluctantly settled down into Najme’s bed. The human tucked her in carefully, making sure not to disturb her sleep. There was a quiet bond between the two, that was more easily understood in sleep than in consciousness. Before Najme blew out her candle, she gave Vilmah a kiss on the forehead.

“What do you dream about that you hate sleep so much?” Najme murmured quietly.

Vilmah stirred slightly in her sleep, moving close to Najme and holding her close in her sleep. “…d-don‘t…don‘t hurt me…..”

“Good night, Vilmah.”

[Laron]

/clap
((very nice story.))

Though for the right amount of coin, I am quite handy with a lock pick...

[Vilmah]

Though for the right amount of coin, I am quite handy with a lock pick...

Hey, I'd love to have you join in if you want!

[Laron]

Leaving Rachet, Laron has a long walk back to Darkshore. The sun blazes in the Barrens sky, scorching the ground. He doesn't look forward to traveling during the day, but if he doesn't he will not hit Ashenvale by night fall. He takes out his set of large cat fangs, and secures them to his face with a leather cord. Putting on his traditional "Red Rogues Mask", he messes up his hair and places his shirt under his cloak, to look as though he is hunched over. Looking in the mirror he makes sure his eyes are not visible, under his hat, then heads out the door. In his new Troll's disguise, he starts his walk through the Barrens.

[Vilmah]

Vilmah awoke the next morning to find Najme getting ready to start a new day. In her room was a small wooden tub, which she was using to wash herself with luke-warm water and an old wash cloth. She had no soap, so instead she used the cloth to scrub her skin as hard as she could. Vilmah yawned and stretched, rubbing her eyes.

"Morning already?"

Najme turned towards her and smiled. Her long black hair was wet, and covered her dark skin like a blanket. "Yes. You know it isn't my place, but--"

"I know..." Vilmah said with a sigh, getting out of bed and grabbing her bag. "No worries, Najme. I'll get stronger, and then I'll get you out of here. I promise."

Najme stood and went over to Vilmah. To her surprise, the human brought her into a wet hug. "Be careful on your way out."

The outside of Najme's room was a little busier than it had been during the night. There were men leaving each of the other rooms, some of them trolls, but most of them orcs. None of them gave her a passing glance as she left the house of debauchery, and none of them spoke.

Walking outside of the house, she noticed a troll walk by who looked slightly shorter than average. She shrugged it off and continued on her way.

[Laron]

As Laron crests the hill he sees a very large wall with spikes on it and a set of gates. Looking with his spy glass he sees the banner of the Horde displayed proudly on both sides. “Damm I new I went the wrong way.” Checking his map again, he realizes he almost went to Ogrimmar. Sitting down looking at his map a sparkle shines in his eyes. Looking up, he realizes that there is a building in the hills, and it looks as though it is supposed to be hidden… Making his way up to the building, Laron thinks “Maybe a gambling den?” It looks almost like a human inn. Walking up to the porch, he is passed by a female Orc. Normally Laron would have stopped to at least admire her figure, but after what had happened to him in the last week, he is not in the emotional state to flirt. What does catch his eye though is the size of her rather large… weapons. He realizes that he is staring at the muscular woman with a black ponytail. Bowing to her, he takes a deep breath as he opens the door.

Inside there is a female goblin sitting at the counter. She says something to him, but he only picks up a few words. Looking at the “menu” he sees crude pictures that look like.

Leg of meat 5s
Sheep 50s
Orc 5g
Troll 7g
Human 10g

At the bottom of the menu it looks like a wash tub, and it has 15g next to it. Laron assumes that an Orc or a Tauren could eat a whole sheep, and water is probably rare here, so a bath probably cost a lot. Pointing to his ear, he shakes his head acting as though he is deaf, and puts 15 gold on the table. The goblin looks at the coin, and points to the door at the end of the hall. Walking down the hall he passes a male Orc. He sniffs himself to make sure the Orc doesn’t want to get close to him. Pushing the door open he realizes there is only a tub and a bed, with a woman laying in it. All at once it hits Laron like a charging Kodo. “This is a brothel! This is not good. And the sheep is not for food…” he thinks to himself. The woman sits up and says “Hello” in Orcish. He then realizes that the woman is human… “What is she doing here?” he thinks to himself. Then his eyes narrow as he realizes that also. Seeing that she is chained to the wall, he closes the door and places his finger to his mask, telling her to be quiet.

[Vilmah]

Najme watched as the troll that entered her room told her to be quiet. She was rather used to this type of treatment... some of the men that came for her wanted her to be completeley silent while they had their fun. The fact that this partcular troll told her to be quiet was not surprising, considering the fact that he looked like a rogue, and that sort usually liked the silent type...

She sat up, and walked over to the tub. The water was still slightly warm, but it was mostly room temperature. Few people could tell the difference. She stood up and faced him, then pointed to her articles of clothing; a loose shirt, torn in various places, and a short skirt. With a raised eyebrow, she asked silently; do you want these off?

[Laron]

Fighting back the urge to just go with it, Laron walks over and leans in to her ear and whispers in Darnasian “What is a lovely lady such as yourself doing here?” Looking at her with his glowing Elven eyes, Laron winks at her.

Though he doesn’t have a problem with ladies of the night, people make their money in different ways… He, however, have a problem with slavery. And the fact that these animals are making their slaves do who knows what despicable acts, makes him sick to his stomach. He whispers “What happened?”

[Vilmah]

Najme nearly tripped on her shackle when she heard him speak Darnassian. She put a hand over her mouth, to supress her sounds of surprise. After a moment of thought, she looked around and leaned in close to him, speaking in a hurried tone.

"You've got to et out of here. If they find out that you've snuck in, they'll kill you!"

Najme's large brown eyes went wide as she listened to the sounds going on outside. The voices of several orcs could be heard, no far from her door. She leaned in quick and grabbed Laron by the shoulders, then threw him on to the bed. She dove atop him, and immediateley after, a large male orc walked in through her door with a spiked club.

"Food," he grunted, in orcish.

"Thank you, Zig!" Shouted Najme. "Now, could you please leave?"

Zig lingered by the door for a second, dropping a tray of smouldering meat on the floor. He closed the door quietly behind him, leaving Najme to look Laron closeley in the face.

"What are you doing here?? Do you have any idea how much they'll kill
you if they find out you're here?!"

[Laron]

Landing on the hard bed, Laron smiles under his mask. He could get used to this type of treatment… Speaking in Taurhe, still softly “I am a little lost, and came in for a bath. Though I was surprised at the cost…” Noticing that she hadn’t moved as of yet, he says “Though I am starting to get the picture.” Brushing her hair from her face, Laron says “M’lady, you shouldn’t be concerned about me. I will leave without a trace. I am more worried about you.” Feeling the shackle at his thigh, he says “The shackle shouldn’t be a problem, but getting you out without a bad fight will be a problem. You do want out of hear don’t you?” Trying to be gentleman Laron clears his throat and gestures at the fact that she is still straddling him. “What happened to land you here, in this place?”

[Vilmah]

Najme rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. "I've been here for too many weeks. I don't remember how long it's been... but I was sailing to Ironforge, when our ship was hit by a storm. I swam to shore, but some trolls found me and... well, here I am."

She looked him over. "I'm not sure you should try to get me out. Besides the one you just saw, there are ten orcs working here, and several trolls. There are also a few goblins that could make some trouble for us, I believe they're spell casters of some sort..." she sighed. "Look, I don't want to see you get hurt because of me. I'm sure I'll get out of here, eventually."

[Laron]

(( Sorry went to lunch))

“I don’t have any problems with women wanting to be Ladies of the Night, but I will not let them keep you as a slave.” Scratching his chin, Laron says “The direct root is usually not the best choice. Are there windows? A back door purhaps?” With the flick of his wrist, Laron now has his lock picks in hand. With the precision of a surgeon, he spins the prod in his dexterous fingers and the shackle comes undone. With the look of surprise from the woman, Laron says “I spent some time in your prison. I know a few things about shackles.” Re-setting it loosely, so that she could slip out of it if she wanted to. Gesturing to the door, Laron takes out his soap, and asks “Will we be disturbed again? Because, I really could use a bath.” He starts to undress and states I did pay 15… well 10 gold for a bath… The Orc leaving paid 5 of that for me…” Laron flashes her a mischief smile. “If you want you can take one, before I dirty the water.” Looking down at the plate of meat on the ground, he hands her the soap, and frowning. “It doesn’t look as though they treat their property very well.”

[Vilmah]

"Well, they keep me alive. Alive enough, I should say."

Najme watched the night elf, slightly interested in the fact that he was actually going to use the bath. She never considered their kind to be as rough and tumble as those who would have used her shabby accomodations, but for some reason, he was actually getting undressed. She knelt down next to the tub with the soap, and took up a washcloth. "Well, I might as well, if you paid. Tell you the truth, I don't really mind."

She dipped the cloth in the water, and scrubbed it against the soap while Laron got into the water. "I'm afraid it might now be very warm. Well, not any warmer than it is here, anyway... what were you doing here?" She asked, while rubbing down his skin with the soapy wash cloth.

[Laron]

“Well, I was heading back to Darkshore from Rachet, and damm if I can follow a map… I just happened to notice this place, and as much as I appreciate the company, I thought I was just paying for a place to bathe, I have been on the road for over 3 weeks now, and probably smell as bad as a hunter…” He flinches a bit as she runs her hand over his new brand. It is a pronounced “T” burned into his right pectoral. “That is my new reminder to not get too greedy. The Stockades are not forgiving.” As she makes her way up his neck she can see a plain as day, bite make on his neck. Rather large on his left side of his neck. As he starts to relax a bit he says “You do realize I didn’t expect you to wash me. And you know what that means…? It’s your turn next…” Grabbing her he dunks her into the tub and steps out. Giggling quietly, he take the wash cloth from her, and starts to work up a lather. As he starts to wash her down, he asks. “Are there other slaves here?”

[Vilmah]

Najme watched Laron in shock as he washed her, the clothes she still had on now completely soaked. She blinked several times before answering his question.

"Well no, not really. The others are actually paid girls. They rent out space and... well, this is their choice. The sheep, however..." she smirks. "I don't think this is the route they'd have chosen."

Najme watched Laron wash her, feeling herself flush. She wasn't exactly used to anyone treating her with "human" kindness. "So... what's your name, anyway?"

[Laron]

Chuckling about the sheep he stands and takes a bow. “My name is Laron Ravenshank, and your name, M’lady?” Pulling the shirt off of her he wrings it our and starts to dry it for her. Trying to avert his eyes as much as possible he asks “Do you have family, that are looking for you? A friend maybe? Husband?” Starting to get dressed again, he asks “Is there a time when people go to sleep here? As for the other women, I don’t judge people for how they make their way in the world. Elune knows I don’t make an honest living… But slavery is wrong, and it ends here soon."

[Vilmah]

Najme shook her head, smirking a bit as the night elf bowed naked to her. "The only friend I've got is a female orc. She comes and visits me sometimes. Other than that..."

She took a moment to dry herself after leaving the tub. Without anything else to wear, she took a blanket and wrapped it around herself while hanging her skirt to dry. "...I never really had a family. I was raised by sea traders. As for when people go to sleep, usually just around sundown. Running around this area isn't a good idea, considering the things that lurk out there."

Najme flexed her leg, and looked towards the door. "The only way out of here is through that door. This house is built into the rock, so there are now windows. My room is at the very end of the hall, so we're the deepest in. I don't know how far we'd get, if we tried to leave..."

[Laron]

"Was she the one I saw earlier today? I wouldn’t miss her in a crowd. Wwould she help you leave?” Finally realizing that he hasn’t been alone with a woman in a long time, Laron blushes slightly. Still trying not to stare, he asks, "Would she meet with me? With as strong as she looks I bet we could pull off something that would work.” Now sitting on the bed, Laron ask "How much time do I get for what I paid? Is it for the night, or should I be going? I would like to know so I can scout around a bit tonight…” Seeing her extend her leg, Laron wonders if he should stay the night…

[Vilmah]

Najme thought for a moment. "Vilmah is a kind girl. She's very young and unspoiled by conflict... I'm not sure she'd have a problem with meeting you. As for your time, you paid for a bath and... well, whatever else comes with it, I suppose. One thing about this house, they don't get enough business to need to ask anyone to leave."

She leaned back on her elbows. "I suppose you could leave any time between now, and tomorrow morning."

[Laron]

((I am heading home for the night but I will definatly write more tomorrow.))

[Vilmah]

((I am heading home for the night but I will definatly write more tomorrow.))

((Awww... later, then!))

[Laron]

Laron smiles, noticing that she isn’t making any effort to cover herself anymore, he looks to the door and says “Well I got what I paid for, but if there is more that you want from me, then I wouldn’t want to disappoint you M’Lady. I am just concerned about another interruption, that Orc looked mean.” He sits next to her on the hard straw bed, running his hand through her long black hair, he kisses her passionately.

[Vilmah]

Najme closed her eyes, well versed in what to do with a customer. As soon as Laron pulled away, she smiled. "Well, if you're really serious about helping me get out of here, you can have whatever you want. Free of charge."

She stood up, and allowed the blanket that covered her to fall at her feet. Her body was thick and curvaceous, slightly dark in color with a bronze tint. On her neck and left breast were rows of scars, which appeared to be in bite patterns. Najme put her hands on her hips, and rocked back and fourth, a pose she practiced using with all of the other men who visited her. "Don't need to worry about the orc, he won't be back as long as I'm with a customer. ...how long do you think you'll take?"

[Laron]

Comtemplating the question, Laron realizes that good things should not be lost to indesicion. Unbuckling his doublet he says "With scouting, or with other things? I do have one last question... Would they save you if there was a fire? Looking at her bite marks, he tilts his head to the side exposing his own bite mark, and says "The Horde do seem to be rough, don't they?" Taking his shirt back off he throws it in the corner. "I will meet with your friend tomorrow night." He then walks over to the woman, and wispers in her ear. "You still haven't told me your name.." Lingering close to her neck so that she can feal his breath on here now dry skin.

((I think that might be the cue to take this to PM...))

[Vilmah]

((I think that might be the cue to take this to PM...))

((Agreed! Although it might not go the way you planned...;) ))

[Mortica]

((I think that might be the cue to take this to PM...))

((thank you, lol))

[EnheilRas]

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Damn, I was about to cue the soundtrack to "Taboo"

[Laron]

Laron kisses Najme on the forehead and leaves one of his roses on the bed next to her. He checks his weapons and puts his “tusks” and mask back on. Opening the door Laron checks the hall way, he looks to see if there are any guards. “Nothing… hmm” Sneaking down the hall he starts to make mental note of the doors and which way they open. He gets to the lobby and sees three of the bouncers sleeping on the soft couches. And sleeping behind the counter is the goblin, on a small bed made into the wall. Laron stops and actually thinks about robbing them, but places his hand on his chest and feels the brand and remembers that getting greedy now, would mean his death, and maybe hers… Taking note of all the flammable objects, Laron thinks that a well done fire would be the perfect for his plan. Once outside Laron locates a mail box and drops the letter in the box in hopes it will get to her soon…

[Vilmah]

Vilmah was inside of a room she'd rented at an inn in Orgrimmar, when she realized that sleep wasn't going to find her. She'd been lying in the same position for the past several hours, her eyes wide open, despite her sleepyness. Rolling over on to her side, she stretched for a little and tested the dexterity of her injured leg. It was still slightly sore underneath the linen dressing, so she decided to keep it on for a little longer. Testing how painful it would be to put her weight on the leg, she stood up slowly, and finding it to be alright, she dressed herself in her make-shift suit of chainmail armor to go outside.

Downstairs of the rented rooms, there was a small tavern. Vilmah looked around to see if there were any familliar faces, and immediately saw a tall white-haired troll seated at the bar. His left tusk bore the scar of a fracture he'd recieved only days before, when he engaged in combat with Vilmah's commanding officer. Vilmah waved at him and said, "Morning!"

The troll turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "Mornin'? It ain't no mornin'. It be about midnight."

"Whatever, Nojinbu... I'm going out hunting," said the orc, as she walked towards the door.

Before she could leave, an older female orc came to her with a letter. "Excuse me, but this came for you."

Vilmah looked at the letter, suspiciously. She didn't often recieve mail, unless it was from the auction house. She tore it open, and saw what appeared to be a letter written in very tidy orcish.

Dear Vilmah,

I've come across someone who wants to help me get out of here. Do you think that you could meet him at the top of the hill, North of the place I'm in? Don't be shocked when you see him, he's a friend.

--Najme

Vilmah's eyes went wide as she read the letter. She loved the idea of helping her friend to leave, however, a part of her was dissapointed to see her leave. After a few seconds of thinking, she threw the parchment into the fireplace, and walked towards the door.

"Bad news?" Asked Nojinbu, from behind his tankard.

Vilmah shook her head, and smiled. "No. Not at all."

With that, she left the tavern, and headed for the hill.

[Laron]

Laron sat patiently, nervous about meeting such a dangerous Orc. “What if she doesn’t want to help get her out? What if I pronounce something wrong?” Plans like this required timing. He hears a person approaching from the south. He hides in the shadows, and watches as a shorter Orc with a slight limp comes to the top of the hill. She stands with her arms crossed… Laron says in Orcish “Is…your…name…Vilmah?” From where Laron is sitting, he makes his voice masked so that she cannot pin point his location. Then he asks. “You…talk… Taurahe? Me…talk… Orc…bad.” Sliding his dagger up his sleeve, Laron then says “Me… come…out. No…fight.” Holding his hands up, Laron takes a deep breath and steps out of the shadows.

[Vilmah]

Vilmah heard the voice, and listened intently. The Taurahe dialect he spoke sounded broken, and foreign. She had a feeling that the person she was meeting probably wouldn't have been friendly, if not for the situation. With her hand gripped around a huge two handed axe, she said in Taurahe,

"Fine. Come out. But no tricks; I may be small, but I'm stronger than I look."

When he stepped from the shadows, Vilmah was relieved to see that it was a troll. However... as the moonlight hit him, she realized that he had no tusks, and his eyes had an ethereal glow. Taking a few steps back, she gripped her axe tighter.

"...is this some sort of joke?" She asked, scowling. "If you've done anything to hurt Najme, I swear I'll contact every guild I know and use your brains to paint my bedroom."

[Laron]

Laron slowly takes his swords from their scabbards and lays them on the ground. Side stepping away from them he takes out his translation book, and starts to look for the words. Speaking in Taurahe he says “Stay your hand lady, I ask her to write you.” Slowly sitting down still cautious of her huge axe, that could split him in two, with one shot, he gestures for her to sit with him. “Najme still chain to wall. I…make bigger, so foot come out easy. I not harm her ever.” Frustrated with not knowing more of the language, Laron removes his pack and takes out a piece of parchment and his ink well. Laying it out like a map he starts to draw the house, and fire and goblins fleeing with their arms up. “I give her cloth to cover mouth, make her sleep. You run in, rescue Najme. She act dead. You act angry, and carry her to put her in ground.” Laron pauses to make sure he got the wording right. Showing concern he says, “Me no want her to there one more night!”

[Vilmah]

Trying to get through his broken Taurahe, Vilmah cautiously replaced her axe on her back.

"Wait, you're telling me that you want to set the house on fireso that we can get her out? It sounds like a good idea, but..."

For a moment, she studied the night elf. He looked exactly like her fellow warriors had described one to her, but having never seen one herself, she was surprised by how little they resembled the monsters she imagined. Vilmah scratched her head and thought, then came upon a realization.

"...I think it's a good idea, but why would you want to rescue her, anyway?"

[Laron]

Laron looks at the Orc contemplating telling her everything, but decides to keep it to himself. “If She wants to know, she will have to ask Najme.” He thought to himself. Reading through his book again, he slowly shakes his head. “Caught people should not be made to do bad things…” He pulls his shirt to the side showing her his brand on his chest. With resound in his voice he says “I do not want to kill people there, but I will if I have to.” Drinking from his flask he offers it to Vilmah, and says “She is…good to have a friend that is caring.”

[Vilmah]

Vilmah stared hard at him for a moment.

How can I help him free her if she'll become my enemy later? Still... I can't be selfish.

She nodded and refused the drink, remembering her last escapade with alcohol. "Sorry, no thanks. I'm not much for drinking, anymore. Anyway... I'll help you get her out. If your plan works, she should be okay, but I need you to promise me you'll get her back home safely. I don't want to learn later that you just did the same thing to her that they did, or I promise I'll make you suffer for it."

[Laron]

Trying to understand why the Orc seemed to care so much for her, he started to get the feeling they were more than just friends… “I do not know where she calls home, but with only you as her friend, I…no think she wants to return to Stormwind. I am not soldier, and take orders from no one, so I would not…” Frowning and paging through his book. Shaking his head. “Care?... Is not word” Finally giving up on translation. “You come with us? Friend of Najme, is friend of mine. I no fight you. Promise.” Feeling like a child stumbling through this new language he longed to express himself in Elven to her but maybe when they free her she can translate? Taking out the dagger he kept in his sleeve he cuts his hand and holds it out for her to shake.

[Vilmah]

Vilmah watched as he cut his hand, and looked at it in disgust. "Ouch! Why would you do that?" As he extended it towards her, she understand that he meant for her to do the same. The idea seemed ridiculous and unneccisary. "Oh... well, alright..."

She took out her axe, and shut her eyes tightly before she used it to slice open her palm. With a wary eye, she shook Laron's hand and nodded her hand.

"Okay, just so we're clear... you're going to set the place on fire, I'll go in and get her out, get mad at the owners, and give her to you to take her back to Stormwind?" She sighed. "Please be careful, with her. She's one of my best friends, and I'll miss her, but I know she'll ba happier back home. So please, take care of her."

[Laron]

Listening intently, Laron keeps looking at his book, trying to make sure he understands what she is saying. “I think we understand each other, but is she asking me to take her to Stormwind, even if she doesn’t want to go?” He thinks to himself. “I take care of her. But she will be free, after you bring her out.” Bandaging his hand, he walks over and picks up his swords and sheaths them. Before he heads out to get some sleep, he turns to her and says “I need your help on this. If you not there tomorrow, I hunt you.” With a nod, Laron disappears into the darkness.

[Vilmah]

Vilmah nodded. She let the comment about him hunting her slide... the thought of her not helping Najme was ridiculous, so she decided not to think more about it and went back to the inn. As soon as she walked through the door, a blue skinned troll rogue with white hair lifted his tankard to her.

"Have a good time?"

Vilmah scowled at him and sat at the bar. She ordered a large lager and set her axe down beside her. "I've got to help someone set a house on fire, tomorrow night. ... Want to come?"

Nojinbu looked at her, curiously. "...what?"

Vilmah shook her head. "Nothing, never mind," she said as her drink arrived. "It's nothing."

The two sat there in silence as they finished their drink, until Vilmah stood and grabbed her axe to go back out. "Where you goin' now?" Nojinbu asked.

"Hmph... feeling a little tense. I'm going to go kill some spiders or something."

The troll raised an eyebrow shrugged. "...guess that makes sense to me. Have fun."

Vilmah walked out of the tavern, and headed for the Ashenvale forrest accross the bridge from Orgrimmar. As soon as she got their, she vented her frustrations on as many large forest creepers as she could. Thoughts, however, continued to run through her head. The spider parts that she hacked from their bodies spilled blood from their still twitching membranes. Looking up at the sky, the silvery moon reminded her of Nojinbu's skin. She scolded herself for thinking of anything else besides the task at hand... but it was exhausting.

By the time the sun rose, she was ready to sleep. She fell asleep within the walls of Orgrimmar, her back leaning against a building as people walked by. When night came, she set out towards the hill.

[Laron]

The next day Laron is exhausted. He hasn’t gotten decent sleep in 3 days. Stretching , he splashes water on his face, and starts to dress in his troll disguise. Here the nights are freezing, and the days are hot, he wonders why people live here. Walking up over the hill, he sees the front door of the house. Using his spy glass he takes survey of how many guards and their races. Off in the distance he sees Vilmah walking towards the house. Laron thinks to himself “Well at least I don’t have to go to plan B.” Soaking his rag in chloroform, and places it back in his bag. Loosening up he starts to walk with a troll’s stride. Making sure to put his two finger gloves on, and cover his eyes with his hat. Pushing the door open he looks at the “menu” and remembers seeing a troll at the end of the hall standing in her doorway, with not much on. The Goblin says “I see your back for more are you? The human didn’t satisfy you? I will have to talk with her…” Shaking his head telling her no she was fine, he opens his coin pouch, and sets down 7 gold. “Ah I see want yer own kind eh?” Walking down the hall, he sees Najme sitting in her room waiting for her next “customer” walking up to her door he turns to knock on the Troll’s door, and he tosses the rag on to Najmes bed. Looking directly at her he covers his mouth, and points to the rag, then knocks on the door.

[Vilmah]

Najme looked at the troll curiously, until she realized that it was Laron again, in his disguise. She looked at the rag, and pickedit up. Sniffing it, she found there to be something inside, and following his directions, she inhaled it. She fell on to the floor almost immediately after, unconscious.

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Vilma approached the house, but didn't come close enough for anyone inside to see her. She crouched down on the ground, and waited for some sort of signal that the house was already on fire, so that she could run in and "rescue" Najme.

"This plan had better work..." she muttered to herself, looking sourly at the house.

[Voljaan]

(( It's really comming along. Good job, keep it up! :) ))

[Laron]

Once in the room, Laron has no idea what the woman is saying, so he puts his finger to his mask again, and gestures for her to turn around… She puts her hands on the bed and pushes her back side up slightly, waiting for him to have his way with her. Laron, on the other hand, has other plans… He strikes her in the back of the head with his sap, and gently lays her on the bed. Wasting no time he takes his flask and douses the room with Dwarven ale. Then he starts to throw himself against the walls, making it seem as though he and the Troll female are having too much fun….After about ten minuets of this he jumps in the air and lands square on the floor. A loud thud is heard through out the house, Laron kicks over the small lantern in the Troll’s room, fire starts to catch fast. Laron pulls the woman over his shoulder, and runs out of the room yelling in Orcish “Fire!!!” Handing her to the nearest bouncer, Laron runs outside. By the time Laron gets to the front door the whole house is in panic. As he comes out of the front door he looks for Vilmah. “She isn’t here!!!” He thinks as he starts to get nervous. People are starting to pure out of the house, which is rapidly going up in flames. As he looks around quickly, Laron starts to think of a plan C, when he sees her crouched behind some rocks. “Thank Elune!” he thinks to himself. Giving her a nod, he slips away from the crowd of people.

[Vilmah]

Vilmah saw a troll run out of the house, but recognizing his height, and hearing him shout "Fire!", she realized that it must have been the night elf. The house was made from wood and straw, much to her dismay... and the flames began to spread faster than expected. Vilmah wasted no time in running past the fleeing occupants of the house to Najme's room.

"That stupid elf!" She cursed. "Didn't he realize she had the farthest room??!"

Running down the hall, Vilmah shrieked in surprise as a flaming beam fell in front of her, blocking her way to Najme's room. She looked around, frantically, trying to think of another way, but there was only one hall. Bracing herself for the heat, she took a running start, and jumped as far over the beam as she possibly could. Her short statue, however, forced her to graze the flames, and she could feel her chain mail get hotter through the leather and cloth layers underneath.

When finally, she came to Najme's room, she found the human fast asleep on her bed. Vilmah grabbed Najme and threw her over her shoulder, then made her way back outside. The beam was still blocking their way, but the flames had grown larger. Realizing that she couldn't jump while holding Najme, Vilmah thought as quickly as she could about what she could do...

A moment later, Najme's body could be seen flying through the exit and landing in the sand, outside. Vilmah followed close behind, removing her hot chain mail as fast as she could, the ends of her ponytail singed. She immediately picked up Najme's body, stormed over to the head goblin and spat,

"How dare you not rescue her! She's dead now, because of you!"

The goblin stammered. "B-but miss, the house was on fire, and--"

"Don't! Just don't. I hope you know, you've lost a customer. And," she poked the body. "I'm taking this with me."

The goblin frowned hard at Vilmah as she stormed off, and went back to converse with her other employees, "Well, at least she'll get some use out of it for a few days..."

Vilmah walked through the desert, looking over her shoulder every few seconds to see if she was being followed. She continued walking, and waited to see whether the night elf would keep his word.

[Laron]

Watching from a distance he sees a body thrown out of the building and then he saw Vilmah emerge from the burning building. She starts to yell at different Goblins and Orcs. Laron assumed some of the words that he couldn’t understand were cursing in Orcish. He sees Vilmah poke Najme’s limp body, and the goblin starts to protest. Laron takes aim at the Goblin ready to put a bullet square in her skull if she didn’t let her leave with Najme. This was plan B… He didn’t want it to go down this way, but he meant what he said, and he would kill all of them if he had to. Looking through his scope his finger on the trigger waiting to end the Goblins life… “Just one more word and you are gone…” To Laron’s relief they let her take Najme. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Laron rolls over, and breaths a sigh of relief. Quietly he gets up and starts to trail Vilmah. Coming to the shade of a tree they stop to rest. Laron makes his way to them still looking as a Troll. He nods to Vilmah and starts to look for his smelling salts. With the smell of burnt hair Laron looks up at Vilmah, he says “Sorry, fire grow faster than planned."

[Vilmah]

"No kidding..." Vilmah muttered, moving Najme from her shoulder to her arms. She looked down at her friend, for what she knew might be the last time. Najme's eyes remained closed, but there was a definite heart bear, and a slow breath was leaving her lips. Without another moment's hesitation, Vilmah handed her over to Laron.

"There. Now be careful with her, and make sure she gets back into Alliance territory before someone sees you," she said, as Laron took her from her arms. "And if she asks where I am, tell her not to worry. I don't think it's a good idea for us to be friends anymore. It's too dangerous for us to meet, when other people on either side would see us dead."

She sighed, and looked at Laron for a moment, sizing him up, and said, "Y'know, you're not bad, for an elf." She then stood at attention, and saluted him. "Lok'tar ogar!" (strength and honor!)

[Laron]

Setting Najme down in the soft grass, Laron stands to face Vilmah as she salutes him. Laron bows to her taking her hand he kisses the back of it and says “It was an honor to meet you.” Seeing the burn on Vilmah’s arm, Laron doubts she has had time to notice it. Taking out a bandage he points to her arm and holds the bandage up. Smiling at her with his most charming smile he hopes she understands that he holds no resentment towards her or her race. As he starts to bandage her, he says “Some day you have to tell me how you two met.”

[Vilmah]

She allowed him to bandage her, trying to to feel as bitter towards him as she thought she deserved to. He was being courteous, and for all of the rumors she'd heard about night elves, he wasn't being egocentric or obnoxious. He was being helpful, and Vilmah could tell that he cared for Najme. She could see that it would be easier for her to live in his world, than in hers.

"We met before I joined the army. She was a good listener when I was alone," Vilmah said, once he was done. "Be careful leaving. Goodbye, then."

Vilmah turned and walked off, her fists tightly gripped. Maybe some day she'd meet Najme again. But for now, she would go to the tavern and have a drink.

[Laron]

Finishing her bandage, Laron takes out another one and pores water on it, and places it on Najme head. Turning to Vilmah, now realizing she said she was military, Laron starts to understand why she is reluctant to travel with them. So for now he bids her farewell. "Lok'tar ogar! Vilmah” Then turns to Najme and lightly rubs the smelling salts under her nose. And says “Najme, we are out, but we are still in danger.”

[Vilmah]

Najme snorted a bit as the smelling salts reached her nostrils, and opened her eyes. To her shock, Laron was in front of her. She immediateley wrapped her arms around his neck, and held herself close to him. "I'm out, aren't I?"

She quickly gathered herself, and let g of him as she stood up to face him. "I can't believe I'm finally out. How do we get out of here?"

[Laron]

Smiling down at her he wispers "Vilmah carried you out. Well kinda... there was a terrible fire..." Holding his hands out to tell her to keep it down. "We are far from safe..." unfolding the bandage he drapes it over her head only learving her eyes uncovered taking out a few more he wraps her arms loosely to make her look as though she is Forsaken. Chuckling slighlty at the irony of a Human and a Night Elf in Horde lands. "We must move, can you walk?" Our safest way would be thuogh Ashenvale... thinking back to his initial flight through there, he hopes the conflict had ended. helping her to her feet, Laron makes sure she can stand."With all you have been through I hope we can find you a place to call home. Maybe get you back to your family, as broken of one as it may be. Have you given it any thought of what you want to do now that you are free?" Laron steadys her as she starts to cough out the smoke that she has inhaled, and finds sand in her mouth.

[Vilmah]

Najme shook her head, and looked opver her disguise. "I have no idea where I'm going to go... but I suppose I should inlist with the millitary. From what I heard from my... customers... they've been raiding towns nonstop."

She began walking with Laron, using the stars to guide her North West towards Ashenvale. "I'm not sure what I should enlist as, but I'll have my revenge. Somehow. I'm not going to let what they did to me slide. The Horde will pay for this."

[Laron]

Sighing, Laron turns to her and says "Are you sure the military is the way you wanna go? If revenge is what you are looking for, then I guess it would be your best bet, but there is a whole other world out there aside from war..." Making their way to Ashenvale, Laron asks her "What about your friend? She said she is military also... You might have to face her some day. That would be a terrible, she cares for you very much." Removing his "tusks" and combing his hair, Laron prepares for a fight as they come up on the outpost of Astranaar. He sees a small group of grunts trying to prove their worth to the Horde. Turning to Najme he asks "Are you proficiant with a weapon?"

[Vilmah]

"Well... maybe not the military, then. I doubt I'd have a choice in who I had to kill. I'll figure something out."

She nodded at his question on weapon proficiency, while looking sourly at the grunts attacking night elves walking about Astranaar. "Yeah. I'm pretty good with a knife," she said, grabbing her long black curly hair, and tying it tight. She looked to Laron. "Do you have an extra one?"

[Laron]

With a smirk Laron pulls one of his swords and hands it to her, the weight is so light that it could be balanced on a fingertip. "Wait for my attack, I want to draw there attention." Laron normally doesn't involve himself in these matters of war, but these are his people being killed. Fading into the shadows, Laron sneaks up to the first Orc who looks as though he is their leader and plants his dagger directly into his back driving it deep into his heart. The Orc sceams out in terror as his heart stops and darkness finds him. Yanking the dagger out before the Orc falls Laron spins and guts the second one, Who's battle yell of anger suddenly, cut short as he is evicerated. Rolling backwards to avoid a swing of an axe from a third Orc, Laron looks at Najme and hopes she will be okay to fight.

[Vilmah]

Najme crept down low, hiding herself in the shadows that were cast down from the elven buildings. As soon as an orc came close enough, she saw her opportunity and struck out with one sword towards his left hamstring. Blood spurted fourth, squirting her in the face. She used one hand to wipe the blood from her eyes, and sprinted foreward to sink her blade into the injured orc's right kidney. Hey groaned once, but as soon as Najme pushed her blade upwards and tore a sizeable hole into his back, his cries became silent.

Kicking the corpse over, she noticed that another orc had spotted her, and was making his way over. She quickly grabbed the corpse she'd just created, and used it as a shield against her enemy's axe. Finding his only weapon lodged into a fellow member of the Horde, the orc entered a blood rage and struck out with his fists. Najme used this opportunity to dudge between his legs, and shoved her blade up where his legs donnected to his body. It sunk quick, twisting through hip bones and tearing into organs. Loosing balance, the orc fell foreward, a pool of blood flowing from his crotch even after Najme pulled her sword from his body.

She looked around, and saw that the night elf soldiers had taken care of the rest. Several of them were giving Najme strange looks, as she wiped blood from her face and shook her hand to splatter it upon their ground.


"...what?"

[Laron]

Cringing, Laron thinks to himself to never make her mad… Turning to her to take his blade back and clean it, he says “Sooo I take it you were a warrior before your more glamorous job??” He knows better than to ever stand between her and the Horde. The amount of revenge she was owed, might not ever be slated… “From here we can take a hippogriff to the dock.”

[Vilmah]

Najme shook her head, "No, actually. I was in training to become a Paladin," she said while shrugging. "I'm not sure if I should resume that training... I was underseasoned when I was taken away, but to be perfectly honest, being a Paladin just didn't seem very suitable for what I could do."

She followed him towards the hippogriffs, rubbing her bloody hands on her clothes. She was still wearing her "uniform", which consisted of a loose fitting chemise and a short skirt that were both torn and frayed in various place. She figured that this was why the night elves looked at her strangely, but didn't give it another thought. "I've never been to the Alliance territory on this continent. Where do we travel once we get to the dock?"

[Laron]

Shaking his head Laron says " No I suppose not you are to wild in spirit to be a stuffy Paladin..." Noticing that she is still wearing the rags of clothes they gave her in that terrible place, Laron motions for her to follow him, as he heads to a clothes merchant. "Which do you prefer pants or dress? Though a dress would be stunning... We still have a long travel to go. After our travel by boat, we still have to make our way throught the wet lands, and then throught the snow... Which reminds me you need some heavy boots." As he walks with Najme, Laron hears the Night elf females start to coment about how he is with such a barbarian. Walking on, Laron puts his arm around Najme, bloddy and all, and pays them no mind. His people were always so easy to look down their noses at people less eligant as they are... this is part of what made him leave in the first place.

[Vilmah]

Najme smirked as Laron put his arm around her. She looked down at her clothes as they walked, perfectly aware of the image she must be sending.

"I could do with some pants. Believe me, after my work, the last thing you want to be wearing is a skirt..."

She noticed that the other night elves were speaking something of her in their language. One of them locked eyes with her, then smiled before whispering to another. Najme didn't like this, one bit.

"I'm sorry for the trouble I'm putting you through. If you want, I can maybe find someone else to guide me there," she looked around and whispered. "It really doesn't do anyone any good to be seen with someone like me. It would be better for you if you didn't... you know... associate yourself with my type."

[Laron]

Realizing that the Night Elves were making her feel unwelcome... Laron stop in the middle of the street and tells Najme. "They would look at you same, if you were dressed as a queen, it is because you are Human, not because of how you are dress..." Looking back at the two gossiping Night Elves, Laron takes ahold of Najme cheek and kisses her very pasionatly, then raises his eyebrow at the two women who are now, just staring with their mouths open... Turning his look back to her, he wipes the blood from her cheek and says "I do not share thier point of view... Besides I promised Vilmah I would return you safely." With that said he continues to walk to the clothes shop to buy her some pants, a nice shirt, a cloak and some heavy boots.

[Vilmah]

After dressing herself in more suitable traveling clothes, Najme turned to Laron. She looked much different, now. Her curvy frame hidden under pants and a shirt, she stood taller, with an air of dignity. "I really appreciate what you do for me, Laron. I won't forget it. I'll repay you, I promise."

She used her old clothes to wipe the remaining blood from her skin, and threw them into a waste bin. "Well, I'm not going to need those anymore..." she muttered quietly, before continuing on to the hippogrifs with Laron. Finally, feeling free of her binding, she allowed herself to smile at the prospects ahead, and even went so far as to extend a hand towards her night elf guide and tap him on the backside. With a playful smile, she gave him a wink, and folded her hands behind her back as if she hadn't done a thing.

[Laron]

Turning to her after she is dressed, she seems, more dignified, though he could see why, his time in prision made him seem lower than scum, and he wasn't forced to do unspeakable acts. He looks her up and down, and says "I don't know if I like the look on you, but it will be more comfortable for the travel ahead." As he turns to walk for the hipogriff, he feels her pat him on the butt, as he turn to look at her she cutly hides her hands as though nothing happened... Laron smiles and is happy to see she is starting to live again.

Arriving in Darkshore they board passage on the ship headed to Menethil Harbor. As they are departing from the boat, Laron pays back the favor given earlier. As he walks by her he give her backside a light smack, and walks on... Being late in the day, Laron finds the inn and buys a room for the night. The Inn Keep says "Room for one again, Like last time... heh?" Smirking back at him, Laron says, "Nope not tonight." Glancing back at Najme who is going to get to sleep in a real bed for once in a longtime. Walking to the room Laron tells her "Tonight the bed is yours. You have been through a lot in the past few days, why don't you get some real sleep?" Pulling up a chair that he normally wedges at the door, he sits in it and puts his feet up on the table.

[Vilmah]

Najme pat the bed that Laron bought for the night, relieved to see that it wasn't filled with straw. The linen sheets seemed clean and laundered, and had the distinct smell of lavander soap. She inhaled the fresh cleanly scent, and nearly fell asleep to it alone before she realized that Laron was about to fall asleep in a chair. "Wait, you paid for the room. Why not join me? I don't mind."

She pulled off her boots and belt, but kept the rest of her clothes on as she moved to the far end of the bed, and used her arm as a pillow. As she curled up tightly for sleep, she looked at the elf who'd saved her, and felt relieved that she wouldn't be spending her first night of freedom alone. "Thanks for all of your help, Laron. You know... I don't think I've ever met an elf, before you....."

With that, she drifted off into sleep, curled in the fetal position with her mouth closed and her eyes tightly shut.

[Laron]

Laron, thankfull he didn't have to sleep in a chair, removes his boots, dublet, and shirt. He walks to the door placeing the chair against it wedging it to hold steady. Then turning to the fast asleep Najme, he lifts her head and places the pilow under it. Laying next to her, He starts to think about her... the one who broke him, touching his scar on his neck. Relazing that the past is better left burried, he blows out the candle lighting the room and rolls over laying next to Najme. Her warmth is comforting, and very welcome. Since he has not gotten a good nights sleep in days, he drifts off to sleep...

"Laron?... Laron! Pay attention! you never seem to listen to what I am trying to teach you and your brother... Now you see these tracks? What can you two tell me about them? Hmm? Azrid, what do you see in them?" "They are old tracks, father." "Really... how can you tell?" "The rains have come since they were made and the dirt is not loose." "Thats right... Laron, what can you tell me about what made them?" "It was bipedal father. It looks like a humaniod, but it looks like it wasn't wearing boots." Azrid snorts and starts to snicker to himself... Laron looks at him and wants to strike him. he thinks... "Why is my younger brother so much better at this than I am?" "That's right Laron, but look at he placement of wear the foot falls, you see these indentations? These are made by a skeleton... There are no undead here in this region. So what can you tell me about it?" Looking down again, Laron sees that they go in one direction and are spaced pretty far apart. "He was running and in one direction... Foresaken?" Not wanting to be showed up, Azrid points out. "He is favoring his left leg, the tracks are deaper on that foot." Seeing the pride in his fathers face for his younger son, and the smug look on Azrids face, Laron punches him. Azrid starts to draw his knife, but Laron is much quicker, and has his knife out and in his fighting stance. "Enough! You two will not draw weapons on each other!"

Laron jerks awake, looking around franticlly for his brother. Putting his head in his hands he worries about the nightmares returning... He hadn't thought about his father in so long, but seeing Azrid seems to brought them back. Remembering where he is, he hoped that he hadn't woken Najme. Brushing her dark hair from her face. She looks so peaceful now.

[Vilmah]

Najme awoke to find Laron looking down on her. She smiled, and rubbed sleep from her eyes, her hair a wild mess of black curls behind her. She yawned and stretched, turning over to face him, wiggling her toes to give them some circulation. "Good morning, Laron. You're up early."

She sat up, and braided her hair behind her. It formed a long thick plait that hung heavy against her back, and gave Laron a chance to see her face completely and unabstructed. She had a round face, with a dark tan and black eyes. Her eye lashes were long and heavy, giving her the appearence that her eyes were larger than they really were. Her ears were pierced only once, and he could now see that when she smiled, dimples formed in her cheeks.

"Did you sleep alright?" She noticed that the door was barricaded, and looked at him curiously. "...what's with the door?"

[Laron]

Smiling at her as she braids her hair, he says "In my profession, it always pays to favor paranoia. Old habbit of mine... Lets me sleep better." Brushing his hair, he stretches and looks at Najme. She is quite pretty, he asks her "Did you sleep well?" Running his hand down the side of her face he says, "I am glad you are starting to feel more at ease. You look so much better when you smile..." Kissing her, he sits next to her on the bed. "Soo what would you like for breakfast?"

[Vilmah]

Najme thought for a moment, then looked at him intently. "I only have one request. No meat."

With a grin, she moved farther behind him, and began running her fingers through his long hair. It was dark, and in an alien color that seemed so much more interesting than her own. She took her time, combing it and running her fingers over his scalp, leaving it shiny and straight. She sat back then, and admired it.

"They sure did build you elves different. If I could get my hair to do that, I probably would have had more customers. ... Kinda glad I didn't..."

Najme stood up, and put her shoes and belt back on.

[Laron]

He says “We can have eggs and toast, and maybe some fresh berries. But first…” As she stood Laron takes the opportunity to attack, scooping her up, he throws her on the soft bed and starts to tickle her. Giggling at her resistance, knowing that she is much stronger than she is pretending to be… Smiling at her he says “My turn.” and playfully he starts to undo her hair from it’s knotted braids. Opening his pack, he takes out his horse hair brush and comb. Slipping behind her he finishes taking down her long dark hair and starts to comb it out, starting at the bottom and working his way up.

[Vilmah]

Najme sat up straight and grinned as Laron played with her hair. She closed her eyes and relished in the feeling. She hadn't had her hair brush in years, not since she lived on board the merchant ship, and even them she seldom groomed herself. Eventually, she leaned back into Laron's arms, and sighed while looking at the ceiling.

"You know, you're kind of like a girl and a man combined. You've got the man parts.. but you've also got sensitivity. It's a little weird."

She turned to face him. "It's too bad there aren't more men, like you. I'm sure that would make a lot of women happy. For now, though..."

She put her hands on his shoulders and forcibly pushed him down, her face inches away from his. "...I'm afraid you're all mine."

[Laron]

Thinking to himself of the word "mine" no one had used that term to describe Laron, no one had ever tried to lay claim to the dashing Thief...

Smiling back at her he wispers "I have only returned the generoustiy you have shown me..." Placing his hands on her waist he moves them under her shirt, and up her back on her bare dark skin. Moving his head to her side, he linger at her ear, inches away and says "But for now, breakfast can wait." lightly biting her ear lobe, he slides his hands downward...

((I guess this is another que to go back to PM :lol: ))

[Vilmah]

((Hehe! Or so one would think...))

Najme grinned as Laron's hands slid accross her skin, and her expression of elation continued even after she fell on top of him, her eyes closed, unconscious.

Laron and Najme's bodies remained still for several minutes. Neither of them could have realized the odorless gas that had been expelled into their room, causing them to fall asleep almost instantly. The chair at the door flew from it's post as the door it was leaning upon burst open. Behind it stood an undead woman. She wore long robes, and her hair was covered by a garish red chapeu. Hands on her hips, she walked around the two, surveying the scene.

"Well well well, what have we here? How very wicked," she said in a low rhaspy voice.

The undead woman closed in on the two, and used a swipe of her arm to fling Najme's body from atop Laron's. She examined Najme, looking over her body here and there, to make sure that she was healthy and able.

"Interesting..." she muttered. "I wonder what he'd want with her? Oh well. No matter."

The undead woman whistled, and soon at her side, came an undead male. He was much larger than her, and dressed as a warrior. She indicated the human's body, and he quickly picked up Najme and flung her limp form over his shoulder, leaving Laron lying on his back, quite alone.

Smiling at her work, the kidnapper blew a kiss to Laron. "Sorry, lover-boy. Specemins like this are hard to come by. I hope you understand."

Walking from the room, the two undead closed the door, but left it unlocked. From his dreaming, Laron perhaps might have heard the kidnapper whisper, "have a jolly good day!"

[Laron]

Hearing the door burst open Laron only sees the woman walk in and the smell of undeath. Then his world goes black, as he passes out… Jerking awake, Laron lunges for his swords and yells out “Stay behind me Najme!” Looking quickly around the inn room, he realizes that he is alone. Confused and still groggy from the poison, he tries to clear his head, and throws the door open to his room and reaches the stairs. He hears nothing… at all. Not the people down stairs not anyone. Fading into the shadows he sneaks down to the common room, there are dead people everywhere. With disgust, he slowly walks past them and check to see if anyone is outside. It is dark and the torches have not been lit, which means something is terribly wrong… Sneaking back inside he takes the grim task of checking the dead for Najme. At the same time he does not want to find her dead, but as he starts checking he starts to hope she was not taken by whoever did this to the inn. Laron is physically ill and wants to throw up, when he checks the last body, and does not find her. Going back to his room he dons his armor and opens his pack. With a look of great resolve he sharpens and re applies a thin coat of poison, to his swords. “They will pay!” Writing on a piece of Parchment

“Hear Ye! Hear Ye!
To those who read this, the tavern was slaughtered by the Forsaken. I have not the time to give these good people the proper burial, for I am in pursuit of their murderers. Who ever finds this letter, please give these people a proper burial, and know that I will do my best at bringing their killers to justice.
Stabbing the note to the front of the inn Laron starts to search the ground for the direction of the tracks. He is not good at tracking, but he must do what he can.

[Laron]

Following the tracks to the water, Laron's heart sinks in the mud much as feet were. The tracks led to where a boat had been docked... "How could I come so far, just to fail her here!" He screamed out into the night. His thoughts turned to vengence, his vision started to turn red, and he wanted nothing more than to destroy any forsaken he found. "How can I find her, when I don't even know who they were?" he thought to himself as he fell to his knees in the water, lost in thought and anger...