Sifar

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It had started so innocently. A simple misunderstanding, really. Perhaps, it was just the final rock to send the torrent sliding down the mountain. The lad just really wanted the hex stick, the trivial little hex stick. However, the backhand Sifar offered him, after he slipped it quietly into his own pocket rather than share it, was quickly judged.

"Tha's it, lass. Ya need t' go. Now." Her breath forced through her nose in puffs, Sifar rounded on the stout paladin.

"But...." She was cut off.

"No 'buts.' I've had enough of your glares and your gripin'. You're a fine fighter, but until ya get your temper under control, I don' want ya 'ere." Aagbhar slipped his shield onto his back while his other hand remained tightly clenched around his grip of his weapon.

The color quickly rose to her cheeks and her fingers balled into dangerous fists as they pointed her in the direction of the door. Seething, she crouched into a loose fighting stance as they continued to stare at her with accusatory eyes.

Aagbhar, an otherwise kind Dwarf, saw her jaw tighten and the tight flexing of her arms as she almost dared them to move against her. Just as she took a step back to swing, he raised his hand a final time and dismissed her. Only barely defeated, Sifar somehow held back the blood that coursed through her head and instead turned to dash for the door. She dodged between the trees and beautiful stone sculptures. She jumped off the main falls and landed lightly among the croaking frogs before running up the steps and out past the main gate. There, she took a deep breath, pulling in all the air she could muster, and screamed. Her voice, loud and strong, let out the frustration of holding back and not digging her claws into their soft flesh and simply taking what she wanted.

Her breath spent, her voice died away and she took in fresh lung-fulls of air and re-assessed where she was. Her head felt clear once more and she looked out across the green mounds of earth which quickly degenerated into the sickly grey of the tortured land outside. Hot blood still coursed through her but now clarified her purpose rather than confused her. She knew what needed doing. With a grunt and a roll of her shoulders, she began walking down the great stone steps and out between the entrance pillars. There was no slipping through shadows or skulking from spot to spot. She walked deliberately and with purpose. Her eyes scanned either side of the road from behind her mask as she searched for the first opportunity to prove herself.

With a snort, she dismissed the ragged camps on either side of Zul'Aman. They were doing nothing to stop or even slow the assaults on their home. Perhaps they held on tenaciously but did little good. She kept walking. The barest of smiles tugged at her full lips when a white spire rose into view on her right. Her weapons slipped easily into her hands as a simple plan formed in her mind. Clawed blades flexed in her right hand, the dim light occasionally catching and sliding along their honed surface as she moved. A quick talonblade spun easily in her other. And, she stepped off the main path and ascended the hill.

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Who knows what the guards were thinking as the short, stocky fighter came walking up the path. Clearly, she didn't belong as few other than Sindorei or their closest allies ever walked up to the isolated tower. After a quick glance at each other, their eyes refocused straight ahead, perhaps hoping she would just continue on. She, however, stopped right at the crest of the path, where it flatted around the base of the tower. An almost girlish giggle issued from beneath the soft mask she wore causing the two guards to blink and then raise their eyebrows as she then bowed, mocking them.

The two barely had time for another glance to each other before they were laying in crumpled heaps on either side of the entrance they had guarded so stoically.

Stepping over their unseeing faces, the Dwarf surveyed the inner room. Small and simple, another eternally young Elf called out his alarm to any who might hear. Unfortunately for him, no one would arrive soon enough. She graced him with a broad smile even as she spun forward and let her claws catch and drag across his face. The blood splattered outward in fine lines of red which traced through the air only to fall silently to the floor. The silence was followed by the strangled cry of death as another heap joined the first two on the floor. With a heavy sigh, the little fighter spun a final deadly blade across the circular space to remove the final breathing occupant.

If any had been there to hear, they would have heard a guttural voice mutter something in rough Common, "Too easy. Why we not win this fight?"

As she walked away, headed generally northeast, she ran a stubby finger along the bloodied blades to wipe them clean. Pausing, she licked the warm salty taste from her finger as she choose her next target. If any responded to the alarm, she did not see them. The only hint of her passing were the vicious claw-like marks across the faces of each fallen body and a crude sketch, drawn in blood, on the floor of the circular room.

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Casually, she batted the flying rodent away, not noticing that it spiraled to the ground in a tangle heap of wings and fur. Sifar had just crested the hill and caught sight of her next target. She had no appreciation for the smooth lines and graceful architecture of the outpost. Gold and red intermingled across the smooth white and reflected waves of light from the small lake to its north. Even from this distance, it made her giggle and then laugh out loud. How in the world, she thought, did they expect to defend a place without walls, without lookouts, with a dozen ways an intrepid fighter, such as herself, could make their way inside? Her laugh died away with a shrug. The elves would pay for their folly. Of that she would make certain.

As she did at the tower, the sturdy little fighter made her way up the hill and stepped forward to catch the guards attention. Her bladed claw already in her hand, she waved it with a flourish and taunted them with a bow before drawing herself into the shadows and slipping from sight. Unhindered, she wove her way between the skittish guards and the chatting vendors. A few young adventurers jumped as she goosed them or lifted minor trinkets from their laden pockets. With a sly grin she made her way up the curving ramp to the overlooking balcony. Two kept office up here, one corpse talking quietly to itself as if engaged in some important matter. Whatever it spoke of, important or not, was soon cut short as its back soon doubled over in the exact opposite direction of its normal hunch. A pop and a tear, then the limp body seemed to slide off the edge and into the midst of those gathered below.

Ah, the Dwarf smiled, now the cry goes out and the alarms go off. She wondered if it was folly that they waited until someone actually died before calling others for help. In the end, it did not matter. The second occupant of the balcony had already fallen and Sifar made her way back down the ramp to cut off their leader as he mustered guards from the edges. Blades flashed and shields were readied, but they honestly could not match her speed or ferocity in the fight. She would slip behind their heavy shields to slam her foot against their knee forcing them to fight at her level...and lose. She grabbed another from behind and ran the claw in bright ribbons across his throat. A young adventurer, seeking no doubt to aid her people, sent dark energies at the raging rogue. At this, she paused a moment to seek and identify the source of the new spell. A smirk spread into a grin just as a tiny dart flew through the air to lodge itself deep in the girl's throat. A strangled cry and Sifar knew she'd not cast for a while, at least.

Green eyes blinked behind the heavy leather mask she wore as she realized she was once again the only one standing. The others had run, perhaps to guide more guards her way. Nevertheless, it provided her the time to complete a task. Staring at the spreading pool of blood under the young warlock's head, Sifar pulled a feather from her pack and began to paint.

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Farstrider's Activity Log

Stated Day: Third Rising Cycle of the Sun ((Tuesday))

Complaints lodged via assigned guards and traveling hired classes for disturbances in the souther sector of Quel'Thalas, the Ghostlands. Reports indicate a consistent appearance of a single female, presumably Dwarven, Alliance specified 'Infiltrator' class. No word from diplomatic inquiries for reasons behind these disturbances, so subject is classified as indiscriminately hostile and not covered under the wartime treaties written by the cooperation of the Horde Warchief Thrall and Alliance Ruling Diplomat Jaina Proudmoore. Subject is therefore to be treated as a hostile entity that can be executed upon discovery if efforts to take into custody are attempted and fail. Subject's affiliations with Jaina Proudmoore do not meet the requirements for mandatory capture, imprisonment, and deportation as would otherwise be mandated under the Non-Aggression Pacts. Subject is to be removed the Ghostlands by any means necessary. Should death of subject be necessary, burning of the remaining corpse is thus mandatory to prevent further instances with the subject as a servant of The Scourge.

Rangers sent to assess and deal with the disturbance are as follows:

Field Lieutenant Ranadarus Sunspiral, alias "Rand" or "Rand Shea"

Signed,

Farstrider Field Duty Bureau

Rand eyed the assignment letter he held in his hand, having been delivered to him by a trainee, who ran off and out of sight before he could say anything about it. Field duty wasn't anything new or troubling, but it was annoying none the less. What little time he spent in Silvermoon and its surrounding areas was lengthened, forcing him to stay confined to one area of the world, while his desires lay in going wherever he deemed he wanted to. A brisk wind rushed past him, tickling through his hair and lapping at the paper in his hand, the wind itself seemingly mocking him for being chained down to one place, while it was free to wander and fly.

A musical chitter caused him to look up, eyes meeting with the ever-glaring gaze of a dragonhawk, its wings flapping slowly in a constant push to keep itself above the ground, head tilting to the side curiously but with a hint of want. The Ranger smirked, reaching into a pack to pull out a chunk of dried meat, tossing it into the air where the dragonhawk 'leaped' up to snatch and chew on it with its beak. A small pat was given to the beast, aptly named 'Serenade', before Rand pocketed the field duty letter, cracked his neck a bit, and began walking along the smoothly paved street towards the front gate of the city. The sooner he stationed himself in Tranquillen to "lay in wait" for the reappearance of the rogue, the sooner he could get the next five days over with to satisfy the requirements of his superiors.

The Ghostlands wasn't a large concern for the city... given the land was still tainted and healing from the undead armies that trampled across it less than a decade ago... so the response of sending him out to safeguard it was more of an appeasement to the stationary guards that were frequently assigned to protect the trainees that passed through, in hopes that they'd stop taking up time with continuing complaints.

"Jadey, let's go!" Rand called out as he reached the Royal Exchange where, much to the annoyance of groundskeepers, he had let a large Silver colored talbuk wander and feed on the grass. A snort came from the beast upon hearing her rider's call, head lifting up with a mouthful of dew laden grass, stamping her hoof once in protest, but then walking over towards him obediently. A pat on the neck before Rand swung himself up into the saddle, grabbing hold of the reigns, and sending her off on a trot the rest of the way towards the gate.

Once outside, he nudged her into a canter, the talbuk seeming to cheer up a bit at the prospect of getting to run and burn off some energy, steering towards the dead scar, then traveling downwards along its edge past the gully of the scar itself... where weak but still constant influx of skeletons, walking corpses, and malevolent shades still rose up and wandered aimlessly about... attacking anything that strayed too close. Rand glared and gritted his teeth as he passed them by the dozens, but shook his head to get the thoughts of disgust out of his mind... The invasion had long ended. These 'things' were nothing more than moving target dummies for weak-minded trainees to learn to hold their weapons steadily against, as well as get used to the horrible reality that things like them existed that were stronger, and infinitely more sickening and terrifying.

The colorful and beautiful forests of Eversong soon began to fade into the dead gray and blue shades of the Ghostlands, Rand nudging Jadey to jump across a wide creek and turn upwards towards a hill where the ruins of Tranquillen were nestled. His presence immediately caught the attention of apprentices and squires seeking advice and directions, as well as begging for money, of which he politely addressed (or ignored) as he saw fit, while walking towards the main building where the innkeeper resided... He presented the letter, getting a nod in return as well as being shown where his 'reserved' area was, dropping his bags on a worn down pile of blankets that was to be his 'bed' for the next few days. He attuned his hearthstone to be alerted to any disturbances for the area before plopping down on the pile of blankets, putting his arms behind the back of his head, closed his eyes, and waited.

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Laji quickly mounted her raptor and took off in a sprint. It wasn't long before she rode through the Silvermoon's side entrance, hopefully she'd be there in time!

A beast came to her in vision, a proud visage of a tiger. Not that she saw it immediately, at first the only thing she saw was jungle and foliage. Wherever she stood, it reminded her of Echo Isles. It looked just like home. There was a problem, however. An unnerving silence blanketed the cool and weightless air. Not so much as a sound from the sea that was supposedly surrounding the patch of land. All this and Laji couldn't help but feel as though she was being watched.

Lazeenja's gaze suddenly shifted to her right. She could barely see another pair of eyes staring back at her.

The beast wasted no time in pouncing her. She just managed to brace herself before she felt it's weight push her down unto the ground. The normal thing to do was struggle, but Lazeenja found herself incapable of doing such. No...she could only watch as it moved closer to devour her...

That's when she woke up. The tiger was gone and she was back in Zarimuni's room. The only thing that stood was her sister, her mask up and looking more than a bit surprised. If Zari actually said anything, Lazeenja wouldn't have known, since the younger trolless quickly ran out without a second glance.

Where was she going? To the Ghostlands. As for why....Laji didn't really know. Yet something within her understood and drove her onward. It took some time, but the trolless eventually hit the Eversong border. She got her mount to slow it's pace a bit, yet refusing to let it come to a stop. Her eyes scanned the immediate area as the raptor trotted. Conroy liked hanging around this area, being as dark as it was. Mysterious how the trees and such near the Ghostlands refuse to let the natural light shine through.

Speaking of Conroy, the bat flew down from his nearby perch with a slight cry. He then convinced her to stop by hovering in front of her.

"Today we hunt, " She uttered in trollish. "The prey is already on the move, so we'll have to be quick about this."

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So many bodies disturbed from their rest, the thought troubled the dark corner of her mind. So many dead risen to shamble aimlessly.

When Sifar first followed a few fleeing elves into the tombs to the west of the Sin'dorei outpost, her intent was to stop the defilement of the warriors laid to rest therein. What she found caused the dark, feline corner of her mind to scream in rage. They had done this. The nasty pink skinned things had torn apart her people's final rest and mere husks roamed the hallways with only a few whole trolls left to fight for them. The Dwarf pushed forward, eager to remedy this fact.

It did not take long.

Every husk was returned to rest and every living non-troll was sent to join them. She emerged on the opposite side of the hill, slightly breathless and coughing from the dust and mold below. Slowly, her breath stilled and the crimson tint of rage began to ebb from her vision. She cradled her arm as she tightened a thick bandage around a particularly nasty cut. The sane part of her observed that an infection from here could be particularly nasty.

She might have stopped there and returned home to nurse the wound and gather her wits about her once more, if not for the foolish party of paladins. Four crumpled quickly under her savage blades while the fifth ran west, perhaps to the safety of Tranquillan. Sifar followed continuing to throw dart after dart at his impenetrable shield. But, like all shields, she knew it would fall. Thus, it was without caution or thinking that she ran towards the established town.

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"HELP!"

The young knight initiate ran headlong as fast as he could into Tranquillen, his eyes wide in fear and constantly glancing over his shoulders to see whether or not he was being chased. Cheaply crafted boots thudded loudly on the steps of the inn as he barged in, subsequently tripped over his own feet, and fell headlong into the floor. Rand sat up, rubbing the side of his face, ears pinned back in displeasure of all the clattering noise.

"H-help! There's a monster up on the hills!" The initiate stuttered, looking around blindly for anything, and not really seeing Rand sitting there. The hunter blinked at him, reaching into a back and yanking out an Eagle-faced crossbow along with a fully stocked quiver and armor pieces, going through a trained routine of getting all the pieces on him, slipping over a black tabard with the insignia of the Shattered Sun, and standing up. A sharp whistle called Serenade from a perch she had claimed, as Rand moved out the inn doorway and onto the main road.

Ears were keen to pick up the sound of any running footsteps, as the majority of trainees in the town had either fled to other areas to stay out of the way, or taken refuge in one of the shattered buildings. Rand set up his central ground at the still standing memorial statue, waiting... Serenade hovered behind him and to his left on the pedestal of the statue itself, her form nearly silent save for the light flapping of her wings, understanding her master's body language to remain quiet, as to not alert an incoming target.

Much to his surprise, the rogue wasn't sneaking or showing any caution whatsoever, but rather... charging headlong towards the town in a fit of fury. A blink as he watched her behind his mail coated Demonstalker's helm, but at the same time... channeling a mark on her for his arrows to follow, and so she couldn't take the opportunity to hide.

The string on the crossbow was drawn back as tightly as it could bear without breaking, then with a loud snap, sent the arrow equipped flying at phenomenal speed to hit the rogue squarely in the shoulder. It was pretty much the only communication that she'd listen to, at this point... Rand boggling at the frenzied state she was in that he'd never once seen on anything... except...

A hand flew forward, directing Serenade to charge and attack the rogue, flames being spat forth from her beak as she gave a fierce, yet still musical, hissing roar towards the intruder. Her flames were followed by pecks and slaps, the dragonhawk weaving and diving in the air as her master flanked around, pulling out another arrow and prepping it with small vial of ether. It wouldn't stop her her rampage entirely, but perhaps it would calm her enough for her to slow down, or limit the damage she could cause. That arrow was also loaded into the crossbow, string drawn back, and released.

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Lazeenja could feel her heart suddenly leap from her chest, leaving her body hollow and empty. Her raptor sensed something wrong with it's master and decided to stop. Conroy, on the other hand, only paused briefly before continuing to fly above the main road.

Something caused Laji to tremble in a child-like fright, her breathing suddenly uneasy. Had she already failed? If such were the case, what would Shirvallah do with her then? A swarm of doubtful thoughts came across her mind in a single moment. Her eyes began to tear up. The young troll's arms clutched her entire body for a second, still sitting on her raptor. What to do? What to do!?

"Why must you be distracted by such things? Your task is simple kitten. Take your prey's flesh, drink it's blood, and you will have my favor...."

It wasn't really a voice. Whatever is was seemed to encompass her mind, her whole being. She could feel something within her, forcing her into a state of calm. The tension was quietly swept away. Breathing suddenly came easily.

Laji allowed her arms to fall at her sides, hanging her head low in what seemed to be reverence.

"Be creative little one, not all in this world is so petty to you. Allow yourself to hunt unhindered. Be part of The Hunt."

Her eyes appeared to glaze over upon hearing this. What a fool she had been! Such behavior caused her to slip into the pit-fall of many-dead prey. Her journey through The Hunt had not even started. She looked forward, barely giving thought to this, to see that Conroy had finally stopped and was quite some distance ahead of her. She gave her raptor a swift whip, commanding it to move.

"Laji be gettin' dis one right...No matteh what."

The raptor screech in pain and maybe fear as it's owner rushed it up the road. Laji recalled there being a small settlement up ahead. She didn't care to guess the name. All she knew is that it was likely the last decent stop to rest. However if instincts served correctly, she wouldn't be needing it....much.

At the speed she was going, it didn't take long before she reached Tranquillen. She was surprised to find it in a commotion though. Elves and the like ran about the place, seeking shelter or some such. A select few were playing the part of heralds, something about some beast or another.

"Beast?" Lazeenja muttered as she ordered her raptor to halt. She scanned the area before her to see...what did they call elven hunters? Farstriders? That poor sod could be her target, but was he? He looked strong enough.

That's when her bat flew before her and started vying for her attention. She had to dismount and walk a little further up to see what Conroy was fussing about.

An anklebi-umm, dwarf! Laji actually had to shake her head in order to keep focus. She had always consider them to be a funny lot. Yet seeing as how she had a job to do, now wasn't the time to gawk. She focused her gaze on the dwarf, successfully marking it for future reference. For now she'd have to deal with the closest target. Lazeenja tilted her head towards the elf, quietly telling Conroy of his current target. She then grabbed her bow and proceeded to focus her aim. It took a moment, but the arrow was soon fired. Before the first shot hit or miss, the young trolless quickly readied her second shot.

((It's like witnessing a crash, I want to look away, but I can't! :D))

((P.S. I many have been too subtle in that last bit, but I was attacking Rand_Shea :) ))

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With a grunt, Sifar registered the first shaft slicing through the meat of her shoulder. The predator within grinned with pleasure. "Finally!" she growled in Common, "Something worth my energy." Quickly, she forgot the fleeing Light-wielder and focused on the bowman. Underneath the mask that covered her eyes and crown, a twisted smile shown and dark braids of hair fanned out behind. Her dark leather armor was made darker by the dried blood and sweat of her work thus far, more dulling her blades as they readied for the hunter.

Unfortunately, her target was momentarily obscured by the flames erupting from the flapping dragonhawk in her face and it seemed more wings were entering the fray. She heard a screech and looked away to see more arrows whizzing by. Another hunter? This should be twice as good, she thought. But, she blinked, confused, the new shots weren't aimed at her? With a free hand, she dug a small bit of powder from her belt pouch and tossed it into the eyes of the annoying dragonhawk. Stepping aside, she attempted to clear her field of vision.

The distraction had cost her, though. She made a single step forward before a dull coolness began to creep up from a sting in her hip. The arrow itself had only grazed her but left something behind. Her tunnel vision widened and caught a flicker of movement from the second hunter to her right. Recognizing the features of a troll, Sifar turned back to the bowman in the middle of town. Another step and she wavered. The coolness was spreading quickly and the greens and blues of even this gloomy town were coming back to her sight. What exactly was she doing here? She shook her head trying to clear it even as her steps faltered and the grin disappeared from her face.

((Edited for correct targets!))

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The sight of the trolless riding up didn't go unnoticed, but Rand's focus was on the dwarf and keeping distance away from her. The greater the distance, the more of an advantage he had... But maintaining distance with a rogue was tricky, though that wasn't the only problem he faced.

One arrow bounced off his helmet, surprising him, but not as much as the second that pierced through the sleeve of his chest armor, embeddings its head shallowly into his upper arm. A yelp of pain, and another when he yanked it out, eyes immediately glaring towards the trolless, who had decided that he was going to be his target. As she readied her next shot, he moved around the statue to use it as a barrier.

"Why the fel are you shooting at me?!" He yelled in Orcish towards the other hunter, loading up another arrow himself and drawing the string back tight, "Stand down and drop your weapons, I will NOT warn you twice, TROLL!"

He moved around the statue a bit to peek out again, trying to see if the dwarf rogue was still visible, or if she had gone into stealth, since the trolless' own mark replaced his, and he could no longer sense where she was. Much to his relief she was still there, and thankfully calmed down, having slowed herself to a stop. So... she was being affected by something, and potentially capable of civil communication. At least that would potentially make his job a little easier.

If he could deal with the trolless and get her to stop trying to kill him...

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Gah! Why in the blazes was it talking? Didn't one understand when it was prey anymore? Mortals and their tendency to disregard the natural order of things....

Eh? Mortals? Wouldn't she be considered one too?

Laji could feel her focus slipping again. Idle and doubtful thoughts began to spur up in her mind. Underneath it all she felt a sigh.

"Your mind is a jumbled mess, kitten. Just keep in mind the service you owe. I'll be waiting..."

The spirit suddenly left her, causing her to feel so vulnerable, so cold. Laji's body trembled fiercely and uncontrollably. She actually fumbled with her arrow a bit before dropping it. She had to keep her bow in a death grip. Hell, soon even her legs gave in. The troll fell to the ground in a clumsy heap.

Lazeenja had failed. What better punishment then to be left alone as prey? The trolless thought over this as she struggled to stand. Never did it occur to her that the Loa might be at fault. In fact, to think such was forbidden in her mind.

Well being prey or predator, she'd behave as expected. Especially with two potential foes after her throat. Lazeenja managed to stagger up on her feet and run towards the edge of town. Her bat caught sight of this before engaging the elf. Conroy was just as confused as anyone by this point. He actually stopped and did a double-take between his target and owner before he flew after Laji.

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"Bloody 'ell," Sifar murmured to herself as she tried to sort out exactly what was going on and how she'd gotten herself into the current mess. Absently, she swept her thick mask high on her brow exposing white skin and green eyes. Seeing the Sindorei hunter in a new light, she took a step back and raised her hands. "Stop, please. Sorry. No harm," she called to them both in rough Orcish.

The message may have been slightly lost on them considering she still held bloodied blades in each hand. It was certainly lost on two enterprising guards who took her hesitation as their opening to move forward with some rallying cry. After the first hit, Sifar knew these two were far better trained than those at the outpost. She focused on the immediate threat and concentrated on avoiding their heavy swords. She wanted to reach either hunter and figure out what the hell was going on between them, though maybe it had nothing to do with her.... The guards worked together keeping her busy and metal rang against metal as she took step after step back from the center of town. "I ne'er meant any o' this." She tried to think of the Orcish that might get her out of the current situation and only came up with, "Sorry!"

The Trolless was... leaving? Sifar kicked the knee out of one of the guards and wondered if she'd make it out of this without harming any other innocents. She wanted to disappear but couldn't reach the powders she usually used due to the constant barrage.

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Were the moons of Outland in alignment with the one on Azeroth, making everyone else crazy tonight? Or had the dwarf figured out how to smoke some bad bloodthistle while the trolless had overdone it on the juju? By now the Ranger was more annoyed by the turn of events, but also relieved that his attacker had lost nerve and was fleeing, while his 'subject' was in the process of trying to escape but was too occupied with fending off the guards.

Sorry? It was a little bit late for that, considering the amount of blood she spilled... The guards were justified in their killer intent, but Rand put his bow away, stepping out from behind the statue, and giving a sharp whistle to call Serenade back from the disorientation wearing off, and her following to pursue the rogue as well. A confused squack, but she obediently turned about and flew back to her master's side, as Rand jogged towards where he had released Jadey to mill about.

Grabbing the talbuk's reigns and swinging into the saddle, Jadey reared slightly in surprise, then quickly leaped off into a gallop, pinning her ears back as Rand cracked the reigns, and nimbly jumping over crates and fencing as she chased after the guards and rogue. Rand pulled back on the reigns as they came alongside, swinging his body to Jadey's side, dipping down to grab the rogue by the back collar and swing her back up into the saddle with him, grinding Jadey to a tense halt in front of the guards who barely avoided colliding with her sides.

"Return to your posts. Call for healers to find and tend to the wounded..." He spoke in Thalassian, the guards glaring to the rogue that was pinned lying down across Jadey's shoulders, but giving a nod before retreating back to where they were stationed. Despite the threats present, they couldn't leave the town unguarded...

Rand nodded back to them, keeping one hand firmly on the back of Sifar's neck, while the other held onto Jadey's reigns as he guided her off at a trot to where he last saw the trolless run off to.

"I suggest you just relax and enjoy the ride..." He spoke again in common, continuing his search to find the troll and figure out what was going on around here...

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Sifar let out a surprised yelp as she was plucked from the fight and plunked unceremoniously across the talbuck's back. Her back arched, tense and twitching with adrenaline, as she fought against the larger elf's hold until her brain kicked back into gear. She realized two things very quickly: she wasn't dead and the guards were being dismissed. With this, she let her head drop with a plop and her cheek rest against the saddle.

Her hands twitched slightly against her thighs as she fought to finish calming down. Leaving was certainly an option, but she was suddenly tired. Drained of the rage which had carried her thus far she went limp and resigned herself to dealing with...with whatever the bloody hell she'd been doing. "Aye," she replied automatically in Common.

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Lazeenja hadn't made it very at all, as she may have received an injury from tumbling rather recklessly down the hill. Suppose the face plant didn't help her sense of direction either, getting dirt in her eyes and all. So yes, the troll was running rather blindly away from Tranquillen. Not one of her better days, that's for sure.

Well maybe she was following Conroy at this point. The bat may not have understood why they had to flee but he went along with it. The beast made sure to fly directly in front of her, keenly noticing she had trouble with her eyes. His relentless cries played the part of breadcrumbs in a fairytale.

Laji soon stopped and began rub her eyes a little more. Conroy turned around and flapped his wings frantically.

"Okay, okay, " She spoke aloud after checking her heel. Nothing besides a little pain, it seems. Talk about getting lucky...Now if she could clear herself of this mess somehow, she'd be golden.

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The trolless would hear the steady clopping of padded hooves on leaves and soil, Jadey still plodding along at a trot with two passengers on her back, and not at all pleased about it despite how relatively light Sifar was to Rand. She snorted her displeasure, but Rand ignored it, occupied more with keeping an eye on the dwarf so she didn't break loose and start cutting at him, while also looking around for where the trolless was.

It didn't take too long to find her, fortunately... what with the chittering bat trying to lead her around, as it seemed she was blind. If she was, that would explain why she attacked him... and why she was stumbling around as if she were completely lost and terrified. In any case, she needed help, and Rand directed Jadey towards her, slowing the trot as he pulled alongside, but keeping a slight distance away unless she reacted negatively to his coming upon her.

"I have to say, you're a pretty good shot." A smirk as he joked towards the trolless in Orcish, hoping the calm nature of his tone would cause her to stop and be less panicked than she was now.

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The disappointment weighted heavily on her. How the fel did she survive in Outlands? The task was to hunt down and kill something worth her time and energy. Simple, right? Two suitable targets were, more or less, dropped in her lap. Oh it gets even better, they were fighting each other. Easily said, Lazeenja failed as a predator. However, she did an even worse job of being prey. Numerous mistakes in that matter included forgetting her mount, nearly hurting herself and getting blinded somehow.

Why wasn't she dead right now?

Of course, Laji was thinking about all this the moment she looked up at the blood elf. Was that the elf she was suppose to kill? Not that it mattered now.

"Ah' goof dis up really bad. Don' feel like fightin' now. Still wanna try ta kill Lazeenja though?"

Strange question, but it's oddness never occurred to her.

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Sifar tried to raise her head and get a better look at the lass who had interceded and then run from the fight, but it was quickly forced back down by his hand on her neck. With an 'oof' and a grunt, she at least managed to swivel it and catch sight of the trolless. In some ways, she looked as lost as Sifar felt.

She tried to make herself clear to the hunter on foot. "Kill you? Why want to kill you? I, Sifar, want killing to stop, but..." her voice trailed off as images of fallen bodies and her own bloody weapons came back to her. Something finally came together in her head. All this time, she felt it was her own rage or hate that drove her to do these things, but it couldn't be that simple. She'd hidden those emotions long ago. Her voice came back stronger, "But, I think the bear, the eagle, and perhaps some other spirits disagree," her voice rose up with an unanswerable question. "They hate. They fight...through me."

"You want fight?" she challenged, her voice changing to a harder tone. "They will fight." In the back of her mind, she wondered if being defeated would make any difference in the path her life was following. "They make me fight regardless." With hope, she wondered if this made any sense to the two hunters, because it certainly didn't to her.

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"Some of my superiors would consider you attacking me an act of war, but then again... what isn't, lately?" He gave a shrug, willing to pass off the entire thing as a joke now that things calmed down a bit. Humor relieved tension, or so he hoped.

His hand lifted a bit from Sifar's neck to let her get up to sit herself on the saddle, but the moment she did she'd find him moving to get both her arms behind her back, remove the weapons she still held onto, and grab a strap of leather from a bag to tie her hands. He listened to her statements about the animal spirits inciting her to fight, seemingly out of some sense of self defense, confirming that the animals she listed were the same as the ones that the priests of Zul'Aman channeled. A dwarf channeling such spirits was a first for him, as the Trolls were the only known race that worshiped and had deep connections with such a variety of 'Loas'.

But outside of rudimentary knowledge of the Trollish religions and rituals, he had no idea what to make of this...

"Lazeenja, right?" He continued on, "I'll let the whole mess with shooting me go if you give me your take on what the 'troublemaker' here said."

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"Don' kno' much bout da Amani Loa. Ah' kno' dere be a bear, birds and all dat. Dey got dere claws in her though, Laji tinks." She paused to look up into the ever darkened sky. "We be pets ta dem, ta be charmed and used."

Conroy decided to use this time to inspect the elf and dwarf. The silly creature flew up to eye level to see both of them. Being face to face with a giant bat wasn't something most people were use to. Therefore, when Laji realized what he was doing, she pulled his ear. This resulted in a displeased screech, but the bat quickly backed away.

"Us Trolls let da wisemen deal wit spirits, but someting happen when meh sisteh call da Tiger. I-I tink he choose me fo' a time. Not knowin' which one choose ju." The trolless looked at Sifar curiously. "Laji tinkin' dat da Amani hexed ju somehow."

Lazeenja suddenly sat on the ground and sighed, her eyes aimed to the sky again. "Ah' not a wiseman. Only ting ah' know is dat ja do what da Loa want or ja die...."

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She let herself be handled by the elf. Escape might have been easy enough, but she had very little honest fight left in her. She knew payment was due for the several nights she'd woken up bathed in sweat and striped with dark blood. Feeling her weapons go was harder than she imagined and she let out a soft whine as their familiar form was removed from her hands. She sat, passively, as she listed to the two talk.

Her heart sank step by step as Laji spoke. Used. Hexed. A puppet until her...Sifar gulped, death? "No, no, no..." she murmured and swung her head between drooping shoulders. "I am not that weak."

She raised her head and spoke more clearly. "Someone told me that weapon, the claw, is named Rage and it match other named Fury. I was like that long ago, filled with hate for everything and fight out at it. Maybe made this easy, too easy for them, it, whatever, to push me to fight." She paused to swallow the small knot in her throat. "I am not that person anymore. Friends teach me different path. Showed me what sanctuary mean. I cannot live hexed like this."

Looking directly at Laji, she said, "Maybe you need kill me and not this elf."

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Well, if it was a hex, that was certainly another explanation... but not an excuse. It was something else his knowledge was limited on, knowing that it bore similarity to the curses that the magisters sometimes used, but nothing else about how they're formed, cast... much less how they're treated. Usually a mage would know how to remove them, but not all the time.

But as far as killing was concerned... "You two can run around and 'hunt' each other some other time." He dismounted off the Talbuk, pulling Sifar down with him, and pushing the Talbuk a bit to dismiss her. " 'Hex' or not, I want to know what you did to get it on you. I don't want it spreading onto anyone else, or reaching my city."

Sifar would be directed to take a seat on the ground, Rand taking the moment to remove his helmet, and run a hand through his short spiked hair... a futile attempt to get rid of the matted effect of 'helmet-head'. He looked overall like the average Sin'Dorei, but with a lighter 'tinge' of fel-haze, where the color of purple irises could be seen.

"Since we're going to have a bit of a talk though... might as well introduce myself." His statement was mostly to Sifar, though he gave a nod to Laji, letting her know she could leave if she wanted to, "I'm Ranadarus Sunspiral... or just 'Rand'. I'd shake your hand "M'lady Rogue", but I'd like to lessen the chances of losing my ears. What's your name?"

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Sifar landed with a bit more grace than one might think possible for one of her kind and settled easily on the ground with her feet tucked under and back straight. She nodded as Rand introduced himself and couldn't avoid her own smirk as he referred to the bound position he put her in. Inclining her head once again, she answered him directly. "I am Sifar and I not remember removing a person's ears, never." She sighed and unconsciously tested the leather strap that bound her wrists.

"That is problem, though. Not remembering." She tipped her head back to better see Rand and felt her helm slide the rest of the way up and off her head to land next to her toes behind her. Not wanting to leave yet another piece of her equipment behind, she fished it up with her fingers before continuing. "I remember little here, little there, but not all. What did I do? I do not know. Started after first fight in Zul'Aman. I use weapons and trinkets we found there. Made me stronger fighter, made me fight harder than before." Her eyes burned a moment with the excitement of battle and the fury she'd been able to unleash but dimmed after a moment, and she looked away.

"But, there a cost. I fight with friends. I forget to stop or not be careful." She paused, considering her words. "Then I lost time. I wake up here," she looked around as if to indicate the whole area, "and knew I was fighting. Every time I go here...same story."

Glancing at the dejected trolless, she said, "I not understand Loa or Trolls. I understand this not how I am."

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Laji figured them both strange. To have the spirits work through you, was it really such a bad thing? Her time with spent with the Tiger Loa was unexpected, but not unwanted. If anything, one should feel honored to even be considered for such a thing. Loa don't just jump to the nearest vessel. Maybe they didn't understand the importance of such a thing.

Whether she knew it or not, Lazeenja was fidgeting about, her eyes focusing on her ever moving hands. She didn't catch any bits of the current conversation at all. The troll just sat there.

A familiar cry pulled her from her musings however. She must have looked pretty down, as Conroy had yet to relax on a tree. The bat tended to be quite disinterested of anything it didn't perceive as a threat. Yet there he was, looking just as concerned as he'd ever been towards her.

"Ah' be good." She smiled meekly as she spoke to the mammal. "Meh sistah gonna chew me out fo' dis though.."

The trolless suddenly bite her lip and glanced at the elf and dwarf. Her tendency to talk to animals wasn't taken well when she was younger. How would outsiders be more understanding? She mumbled an apology before fiddling with her hands again. Maybe she should just leave before she embarrassed herself.

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"You attacked several low ranking guards and stationed magisters... that's why I was called out here, initially. I'm not sure about the extent of what you did, or their condition..." Rand took a seat as well, Serenade gliding up behind him and protectively craning her head over his shoulder eyeing the dwarf and giving low warning chitters towards her. "Today, given what I saw from that one kid you were running down, you attacked him and maybe a few others. Again, I don't know the extend of what you did, or if you killed any of them. Hopefully not."

He scratched the back of his neck, pausing a moment to think about the whole thing... His orders were to either chase out the 'problem' or eliminate it, but that was mostly on the assumption that it was just some hostile agent looking for self gratification by means of attacking those who had little to no chance against them. Hexes, Troll Loas, tainted trinkets and weapons from Zul'Aman... possessions?

...it sounded like one of his dad's "Science Projects".

"So.. what do your people do when someone can't handle one of the 'spirits'?" He looked to the troll again, "I'm going to assume that this isn't something that can just be cleansed away or dispelled very easily."

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