Maegannon

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((Alt feaver has subsided, and Maemae is back in action. This is the flip side to the "beyond the nether" storyline, and this one's open to anyone who knows Mae, or would like to know her!))

"Git up, scum. Its time to get pretty fer that trial of yers today" A greezy man with no front teeth, and a smile that would frighten little children stood on the other side of the freshly opened wooden door.

"Touch me and I'll make you wish you were born a woman." She said, her voice filled with bairly contained malice.

"Oh lighten up, sweet cheeks. I ain't gonna touch you. I don't play with dirty elves. Filthy beasts the whole lot of ye. I was just sent here ta bring ya to the pallace so's they can clean you up before yer trial. Dunno why tho, can't see how its gonna help ye."

"Fine" She stood up as best she was able. The ceiling was to low, built to house humans, not 7 foot tall Kaldorei. It caused her to stoop. Her long hair, once the color of pure snow, fell around her in a curtain of dust and dirt, covering her peach pale face. "I'll tell you again though. Touch me, and I'll cut every bit of male out of you with my claws."

"Jus' shut up and walk, whore"

She felt the urge to claw his eyeballs out rise up over her, but her common sense reared up to fight it back down. Logic won out, and she quietly stepped out of the cell and headed down the hallway, the dirty human pointing a rifle at her back.

The sunlight burst through the doorway, blinding her as the two exited the stockades. Five armed Stormwind guards met the Jailor and Druid.

"Alright you lot. Take the sl..prisoner up ta the keep. She's due for a bath and a trial."

"Yessir!" the guards replied at once. They surrounded the dirty Kaldorei, and with a prod in the back with something sharp, she began to walk in the direction they had pre-determened, Stormwind Keep.

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The shadows curled around her feet, as they always did. Another druid, another Night Elf. For all the strife they had given her, she still admired there stature, their bodies..everything about them. To see one being treated such filled her with an anger. But then again, she was always angry.

She made her way next them, grinning darkly.

"Now now, why is she all bound up? What crime is she accused of?"

The Warlock flciked back a lock of raven hair, her eyes hidden by the low brim of her hat. Infront of them and behind her was the keep. She had been there many times, but always slipped out. It was to the point that they had given up.

((Bring back Rosemerta! Or Rose mary, or whoever it was!)

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Mae's white eyes flicked across the raven haired warlock. The interest that flared there was but a dieing spark, the glowing orbs dropping back to the ground. She turned her head slightly, dirty snow colored hair falling away from fuzz covered antlers.

"Not that its any of your business, Warlock," The Guard in front spoke, "but this one's accused of Treason and Murder. Now step aside, we've business to attend."

The rear Guard poked Mae in the back, and with a heavy step, she began again towards the keep.

((She's in the works again, just gonna find some time ;p))

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((Heh...you want to be freed by force or by the judge?))

The woman tilted back her hat, a sad look on the tanned face.

"Aww..no time to play with me?"

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Maegannon shuffled her bare feet across the cobblestones, heading in the direction in which she was herded. She longed to stretch out, under the sunlight, to feel the wind in her hair and smell all the wonderfully delicious smells upon the air. She sighed.

The guards at the keep nodded as the small group passed into the grand hallways that housed the Stormwind Nobles and Royal Family. She had always hated the way the air felt in the keep. So.. oppressive. As if every hair, every fiber, every cell of her being could feel the hatred the Nobles felt for each other, or worse, for the common folk.

They passed the war room. As usual it was full of people waiting for orders, ready to take on this or that assignment to keep the horde at bay. Today though, they stopped to stare, to gossip.

"What's going on?" "Who's that?" "I heard that she ate three babies out of the orphanage!" "I heard her own GUILD turned her in!"

She was descending some stairs, then around a dark corridor, and into a small room with a tub. "Alright, you're to stay here. Bath and clean yourself up. If you need any assistance we'll be right out side. There's a fresh set of robes for you in the corner." The guard shifted from one foot to the other. After a moment of hesitation, he exited, closing the door behind him.

Mae sighed. She turned to look at the dimly lit room. The bath looked inviting, so after a moment of wrestling with her inner voice, you know the one, the one that tells you not to get naked in a dark room in a strange place, she gave in. She let the dingy cloth pants and shirt drop to the floor, her peach-pale skin screaming at her in tones of goose flesh. She ignored it, stepping one long toe into the bath water.

The water was surprisingly warm, as if just drawn. It appeared to be clean and clear, and she was so tired. She let herself sink into the warm liquid, getting low enough in the tub to cover her private bits. She was a modest girl, and the idea that there were four men standing guard outside the door while she bathed unnerved her.

She found a bar of soap and lathered up, scrubbing away the filth and grime. She washed her hair, careful not to upset the extra sensitive area of her forehead. Then she just lounged, letting herself enjoy a small comfort.

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The warlock sighed at the locked door, but more so laughed at the baby eating comment. She knew all about thier nutrious insides. Regardless if this were true or not, This one might be a fun play thing. She would keep tabs on her. She waited, one fo the gaurds giving her a sneer. She laughed, her dead eyes locking with his. Shivering, he turned away, leaving the Dread Mage to sit down and enjoy a small snack while she waited.

((Shiggy is so tailing you now

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(( Poor Maemae indeed, thats just what she needs, a insane warlock tailing her. I think she'll be neurotic forever!)

A knock at the door startled her, causing her to jump out of the tub, fully naked, and ready to pounce. Patches of dark fur began to sprout over various bits of her body.

"Mrs. Silverbeard, finish up in there so we may escort you to the courtroom." The voice was polite, yet stern. Not a request, a warning that they would be coming in shortly, naked or not. She got the hint, and padded over to the pile of clean clothing on the chair, the only other object in the room. She quietly sorted through the clothing as she towel-dried her hair. She found a pair of clean undergarments, and a simple white dress.

After dressing, and setting the damp towel down on the chair, she cleared her throat "Okay, I'm ready"

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A small imp sat beside the Death mage, grumbling abotu his misfortune. IT bounced a bit, then phased back, to try and hide. The warlock smiled and then stood, another gaurd glaring at her.

She took down his face and rank...he would see her later.

((Everyone needs her!))

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The oak door swung open, and the guards stepped in. Mae knew better then to try anything funny, so she held her hands out in front of her. After her hands and feet were securely re-bound in shackles, the 5-some slowly made their way down the dark hall, up a flight of stairs, and passed the busy War room. More voices filled with harsh whispers wafted by her long ears as they passed, but she kept her head held high this time. The gossip wouldn't get the better of her.

The group stopped. Had she been a human, she would have had no idea why. Thankfully for Maegannon, she was no diminutive human girl, but a tall, solid, graceful Kaldorei. She peered steadily over the heads of the armored men guarding her, watched as the double oak doors before her swung open. A court room unfolded before her, filled with very rich, very powerful, very unfeeling men.

A poke in the back, and she was moving again. Darkened faces passed by slowly as she moved toward the center of the room. Some she recognized, most she did not. Faces of friends popped out in the croud. Heidenreich, the Draenei Paladin that had become so very close to her family in the recent months gave her a brave smile. Beside him sat his brother, a shaman whom she knew only by the name Abusive. There too was the Dwarf, Thunderbelly, and her long time friend, Palyu, the Kaldorei Hunter. It made her heart sick, was this all that had become of her carefully built group of brothers? What was worse by far, the noticeable absence of the one person she had, beyond all hope, needed to be there. The one person that had been the center of her existence for the past three years. Her husband, Gralin.

She felt physically ill as the men began fastening the shackles that bound her to the anchors on the floor. Before her, in a very tall seat, was a very small looking Anduin Wrynn. Beside him sat Highlord Fordragon, protective of the boy as always. She felt a pang of sorrow for the child, being thrust into power long before he should have due to the mysterious disappearance of the true king. Seated around the two ruling entities, high in arena style seating, were the Stormwind Nobles. Men with expensive robes and hard faces. Lots of them. All looking at Maegannon with as much hatred and disgust as they would an Orc accused of the same.

Fordragon glared at Maegannon. "Maegannon Anysa Snowfall Silverbeard" The deep voice of the man started, sending the room into instant silence. "You are accused of not only stealing three children out of their beds within the stormwind orphanage, but then killing, and ingesting them. You are also accused of being a traitor, passing Alliance secrets and battle plans to the Horde via contact with the Orc, Villmah Bloodborn, and Sin'dorei, Skafloc Ran'deau and Lovely Nex'Cruor. Before we pass judgment upon you for such heinous crimes against the Alliance, Humans, and even your own people, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

It was very, very quiet.

Maegannon opened her mouth to speak, closed it, then took a deep breath. "I will not deny that I have, in fact, done these things you speak of, Sir. Do not get me wrong though, I do not count that as an admission of guilt. I have had contact with said members of the Horde. Villmah Bloodborn is guild leader of Sanctuary, an organization built upon keeping the peace between Thrall's Horde and our Alliance. My contact with her was superficial at best, a simple conversation as to why she is currently the adoptive mother of a young human girl. My contact with Lovely Nex'Cruor was also one of the heart, and not one of betrayal of the Alliance that I have sworn my allegiance to. Lovely Nex'Cruor was once known to the Local people of Stormwind as Lovely Paladin. How she is now Sin'dorei is beyond my comprehention. All I know is that she was once human, and a dear friend, and my contact with her was to find out if she was well."

She took a deep breath, keeping her chin high and her shoulders stable. "As for any contact I may, or may not have had with the Baron Ran'deau.. well.. as much as this pains me to admit, he was cause for great curiosity upon my part. I found him rather attractive, and had contemplated betraying my marital bonds with him, had I come across the opportunity. Fortunately for myself and my marriage, I did not, though it was made clear that could I manage it, the advance was welcome for a short window of time. The absence of my husband here at this trial only proves that even thinking of attempting such.. distasteful and sinful fruits was enough to distroy the trust built between Gralin Silverbeard and myself."

A tongue clicked in disappointment behind her. She knew whom it had come. Heidenreich, Gralin's closest friend.

((Continued on next post! Must take Daughter outside to play for a little while!))

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Shigana sat back, her mouth closed, hard to keep her form yelling out in distaste. Children were best fried or raw... But more importantly, a group for peace? With peace, the Order, her Chaos would be gone...she made a mental note to floow this to the end, a smile creasing across her face as she leaned back, listening

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Fordragon looked unmoved. "So you're to tell me, that we are to believe, that you just happened across an orc woman raising a human child? That it was but a simple conversation? Or perhaps that by some magic a young human paladin, one whom has been reported missing for some time now, has suddenly turned up as an elf? Or better yet, that you had, or perhaps still have, a crush on a traitorous high elf?" Laughter rippled through the courtroom, the council members chuckling hardest.

Maegannon winced. "Yes Sir."

"What of the murders, then, Mrs Druid?"

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew no one here was going to believe her. "I did kill those three children."

A murmur of voices spread slowly through the courtroom.

"BUT I had almost no control over my own actions at the time!"

Fordragon smirked, "Of course you didn't, Mrs Silverbeard"

"It's true! During the scourge invasion of the cities, my husband became almost feavorous with his need to see the inside of the Naxramas citadel. I was worried by his behavior, and followed him. See, Gralin has always believed himself tougher then he really is, and he was bound and determined to poke Kel'thuzad in the eyeball like he did to Nefarion.. what he failed to remember was that there was thirty nine of us with him when he poked his staff in the dragons nose."

"What does this have to do with you murdering three children, Mrs Silverbeard?"

"Everything.When I entered the citidel with him, I found myself possessed by a scourge banshee, in an attempt to use me to infiltrate the Alliance, It was because of my loyalty to the Alliance that caused the banshee to use my form to attack and kill those children. It was her way of showing me that I had no controle, no power, and that fighting against her will would do nothing but cause more strife and bloodshead. You have to understand... after those children died by my hands.. my claws.." She let a sob escape her throat, tears falling down her face. "I hate myself for having been apart of it, for being the vessel. I can still smell them on me.. but I did not do it of my own free will! I fought, even though she threatened to make me kill my own husband, my friends, my family.. I fought, and found a man that could help"

"Is that so.."

"Yes" She tried to swallow her tears, she hated the idea of letting these cold men see her fall appart.

"And who was this mysterious man?"

"Noury the Heretic"

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"Nouri the Heretic. Now there is a name that we have not heard for some time." Said Lord Fordragon with an air of impatience. "Indeed the last that name crossed my mind was when I issued the warrant for his arrest for assaulting one of the king's guardsmen during the trail of Kurohane Mistveil. I understand the Archbishop had him in his custody. Upon learning that I no longer cared as it was not my jurisdiction to meddle in the Church's affairs."

"Pity. For if you had taken the time to meddle, a great many plots and injustices would have been brought to your attention."

The voice came from the entrance to the chamber. The double oak doors of the chamber were open, a breeze wafting in from the marble halls beyond. Silouetted in the frame of the doorway was a robed man bearing a glowing ruby staff. A murmur grew among those in attendance as the figure moved slowly into the courtroom. As the light of the wall sconces fell on the man, his startling appearance caused the murmuring to grow exponentially. A wild mane of sandy brown hair shot through with streaks of silver framed a strong tanned brown face, the skin around his eyes and mouth creased with wrinkles such that his age was difficult to determine. His square jaw was for the most part hidden behind a silver, brown beard that was in dire need of a grooming. His robes were of a heavy dark brown fabric, accented with alternating bands of gold and indigo around the cuffs and hem.

As we walked into the chamber, those spectators lining the path down the center of the room pointed to the man's feet. He wore plain sandals, which was in itself not remarkable. They pointed to the fact that he seemingly floated inches above the floor as he made his way forward.

As he drew near, each spectator in turn was aware of a faint shimmering glow that emanated from his frame. They were also aware of his eyes. The irises a startling blue shot through with motes of glowing amber, an effect that left some of the lesser willed spectators uncomfortable if they stared too long at his face as he passed.

Straight to the chained elf maid he walked, stopping only as a pair of guards made to bar his way with spears crossed.

"This woman speaks truth. She is innocent of the crimes that have brought her here this day. I know this as fact and have come to speak on her behalf." The man said in a steady, strong voice.

Lord Fordragon recovered from his initial surprise and called for order in the now chaotic chamber.

" Silence! Silence all!"

Once the babble subsided he addressed the man.

" Well, speak the name and the wildman appears. I see the months have not been kind to you Mr. Nouri. Where have you been hiding I wonder?"

The man named Nouri took a moment to scan the room, getting a feel for the audience in attendance before responding.

"As to where I have been, it was not here nor anywhere else in this realm, so you need not be concerned with what activities I have or have not been up to. I am here to lend weight to the words of Maegannon Silverbeard, for as she stated she was indeed not the entity at fault in the murders being tried. I know this as it was I that expelled the guilty entity with the aid of a close friend, Ms Teelia Gazee.

What you need to determine my Lord, is what constitutes guilt? Is the blade of an assassin deemed guilty of murder, or the hand and mind that weilds said blade? Is it the poison in a tainted ale to blame for causing grave illness to the drinker? Or is it the deviant who did concoct the foul mixture and poured it into the vat?"

Nouri turned to address the audience as he spoke.

"You are all wise and experienced lords and ladies. You have seen what fel magics exist in this world. Often all is not as it seems, and forms both foul and treacherous can appear to us as trusted and beloved friends. Possession by spirits if evil intent is a matter of fact, not supposition. There have been far to many documented cases of such. Indeed I myself have studied the subject from texts found within the very walls of Northshire Abbey. If the Church if the Holy Light has accepted the phenomenon as real, can the courts do no less?"

Nouri paused to let his words echo in the room a moment before continuing.

"I come before you today to swear upon whatever oaths you would have that indeed Maegannon was a tool, a pawn of a devious and sinister spirit of a Banshee in service to Kel'Thuzad himself. It was this banshee that committed the crimes, using her body as the vessel. She was no more in control than if she were a separate person entirely. This banshee it is that bears the burden of guilt. Not this woman, a slave to its dark designs. Think on it, look at her history. A creature of that kind oof malevolance would have a trail of murder and death following her. There is no such trail my good people. Her past has been one of healing and helping those less fortunate. A past of decorated service to the realm. Can you not see the abberation this charge of murder carries? Those were not the acts of a woman who can claim the good deeds she has done. "

Nouri turned to face Fordragon once more.

"I bear witness to the fact that Maegannon Silverbeard is innocent. I am willing to answer any questions you have my Lord as to the manner of how she was finally rid of this evil banshee. We await your words. "

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Joy. Rushing, flooding, cascading, overflowing joy washed over Maegannon as she heard him speak. Had she not been bound to the floor, she probably would have jumped for joy. She had never felt so much brotherly love for any human as she did for Nouri right now. Instead, she giggled through a fresh round of tears.

The uncontrolled wave of her laughter caused the whole room to silence. She probably looked insane. At that exact moment, she didn't care. This human, whom she was lightly aquainted, had saved her life, twice! Once by freeing her from a creature so full of hatred and anger that it had unwillingly forced her to take innocent lives.

And now, by reminding her that she was not a horrible person, not a murderer and a traitor. Reminding her that she was just a person. It didn't matter to her what these stodgy old men thought anymore. They could hang her at sunset and she would smile all the way to Elune.. because she was a good person, because she was worthy of people like Nouri.

Fordragon didn't seem to be as amused. "And what, may I ask, is so funny, Mrs. Silverbeard? Is this a sick joke brought upon us? You bring a fugitive of the church to defend you, and you sit here and laugh?"

She shook her head, tears and laughter mixing together with snowy hair. "N.. No sir, no joke" She hiccuped, "I'm just greatful is all, sir.. greatful for having friends in unexpected places, for finding out that through out the last two years, the good I've tried to bring to this world would show itself in a human such as Mister Nouri." She took a deep breath, "I know now that I am not evil, that I am a good person, a whole person, and even if you and your councle of Noble fools decide otherwise, I can rest easy knowing that Elune would accept me with open, loving arms."

She turned to look at Norui, then let her eyes wash over the others whom claimed to be her friend. Heidenreich was standing, a wide grin on his normally stony face. Abusive's jaw was clenched, fists balled, as if he wanted to punch someone. Palyu remained as wintery as ever, but hunters were a strange lot to begin with.Thunderbelly was hopping from one foot to the other, grunting and making all sorts of noises. There, one row back, stood tall, proud Makel Snowfall and pale Alathea. The sight of her parents there, together, supporting her made the tears fall faster.

"I am a good person"

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"Quiet down, quiet down." Lord Fordragon looked bored. "Yes well, I'm sure you are a 'good person', Mrs Silverbeard, but unless you can produce a witness whom isn't a criminal himself, I'm afraid it just isn't going to be enough. Now, should this Miss Gazee person show up, or perhaps someone of some standing in this city support you.."

The noble circle began to chuckle.

"Well I am sure you understand, Mrs Silverbeard, really I do."

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She could feel it in the very tips of her toes to the very center of her soul.. but what came next was not at all what she had expected, and was almost worse. It was as if they knew beforehand, knew everything. It didn't matter.

"Since we cannot outright prove that you were under your own influences for murder, we are setting aside those charges, for now. Yet, there is still the matter of treason. The council does not believe your words honest, and since there is no one willing to step up and tesify on your behalf for your indiscretions with the Horde, we've little choice in the matter. You, Maegannon Silverbeard, are a danger to the Alliance, its civilian population, and I dare say, your own race. I've always disliked the close contact the Cenarion Circle held with the Tauren, and it seems its effected you in an a negative manor."

"As such, the council has decided that it is best, Mrs Silverbeard, that you take full advantage of your access to the Outlands. Why? Because you are no longer welcome within this city, nor Ironforge, and I daresay your own home-lands will not be friendly to you. In fact, should you be sighted in Azeroth by any member of the Alliance within the very limits of our lands.. " Lord Fordragon, the noble hero of the humans, protector of the little king, smirked.

"You will be considered an enemy, and treated as such. You, Maegannon Silverbeard, are banished from Alliance lands. Banished for however long it is that you will live."

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Banished? Odd, Normally she had heard of them hanging traitors. Either way, she didn't mind or care. She was barely welcome here either. Soemthign about seducing gaurds and killing them. She leaned back, smiling under the brim of her hat. When the gaurds left, she wanted to talk to this one..she interested her

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