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Kerli
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Relics ((Closed))

Postby Kerli » September 6th, 2014, 9:28 pm

((TN based Toon, placing here since she has friends from the server as well))

Alluna sat atop Woolsworth looking out over the jungle in front of her, the humidity made everything living move that much slower. The ram was certainly unhappy with where its owner decided to trek for the day, it stomped its hooves into the ground and shook its head while grunting. The head mistress didn't seem to notice the Ram’s protest, she was more concerned with needing only a few more clues to the relic she had in her possession and this was the closest place to get it. Reaching into her saddle bag she produces a compass like item, this particular was gnomish in nature and would tell her the location of nearby artifacts. Alluna had spent a lot of time in Stranglethorn, she was learning as much as she could about the trolls past. The past always repeated itself, and if the mighty had fallen before.. it was written somewhere just waiting to be found again.

Woolsworth shook his mighty body once more, knocking his head against the nearby rocks to voice his annoyance once again. “I know I know, there there.” The priestess leaned forward and ran her fingers through the white wool. Swinging her leg over the saddle and stepping down into the soft grass and readjusting her attire. She was not in her usual white robes and feathered mantel, but instead an old interlaced vest, pants and boots. Even her gloves had been changed; these covered her fingers, so that her natural body oils did not disturb the artifact. Running her fingers over the silver buckle to the saddle bag before gripping the leather strap and pulling upwards to release it from the buckle; Alluna pulled out several smaller bags. Some of them held tools, some food and water and the other her maps and journals.

“Alright, Wools you are free to go.” Her hand ran along the curve of the Ram’s massive horns, tracing a color vein that ran through it. “Stay close though, you know how the natives are.” She was talking about the Trolls that inhabited the island. A while back she did assist a Darkspear woman, who claimed the trolls there were up to no good. Since then she was determined to find out as much as she could. She slung her bags over her shoulder, but not before putting a small levitation spell on them so they mainly carried themselves and didn't weight her down. Looking at her compass, she became absorbed in her work.. much like she always does, and became dangerously unaware of her surroundings.

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Re: Relics ((Closed))

Postby Kerli » September 8th, 2014, 1:21 pm

Dig, check… dig, check.. Dig, check.. this went on for several hours, every small piece painstakingly documents and sketched into the journal. Alluna was clearly absorbed with these pieces of stones, gems and metals that would eventually become a piece of the troll’s history. She never noticed the jungle seemed quiet around her. The birds started to sing less and less until they no longer made a sound. Two males Trolls.. one a rouge the other a hunter, were crouched , watching the women work, speaking to each other in hushed tones while they could. The rouge faded into the background, while the Hunter notched an arrow and aimed it for the women’s back, in case the rouge was caught. “Look at this.. it appears to me a-“ the priestess suddenly fell forward hitting the dirt; the contents of her hands rolling in the dirt; the rouge’s sap hitting it’s mark.

“Deh Fidong Ju Tanponi” the rouge spoke to the hunter as he came out of the bushes, he went and gathered the artifact that fell from her hand, leaving the other behind.

“Italaf Yahsoda Dim Riva” The hunter replied, placing his bow on his back and waving off the rogue’s comment. “ Des ‘umans are always easy to get Mon. Don’ be getting’ cocky.”

The rouge sneered as he went digging through the bags that had been places a few paces from where Alluna had been digging. He tossed around things that proved to be useless to him until he found the artifacts. “She was diggin a’right. She be da one dey want.” The two trolls look at each other and nod, grabbing the bag as well as tossing the limp priestess over a shoulder.

Throw onto a wyvern, tossed on the back of a raptor.. dragged, shoved, this was what Alluna experienced as the group made their way to Tanaris. She had made several attempts to escape, one of which included her try at jumping overboard, but this like the many others ended with a punch and some kind of sedation. The Priestess would find herself coming in and out of consciousness catching glimpse of the world around her, her captures and sometimes the trails of blood that seem to be growing in numbers . There was a boat, a city with a cage.. then sand.. nothing but sand.

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Re: Relics ((Closed))

Postby Kerli » September 9th, 2014, 8:10 pm

It was dark by the time Alluna came too mainly because her surroundings were dark and her skin was clammy, it had to be a cave. She could hear the trolls; they were speaking in a tongue she did not understand, but she could not see them. Something had been placed either over her eyes or over her face in general, she could feel cloth of some sort touch her lips as she breathed in. Occasionally a troll would pad over to her, grip her by the collar of her shirt and rather forcibly place her against the cave wall. Water would then be poured over her face and it was up to her to drink without drowning.

“Stop!” she tried to say during one of these .. drinking sessions, coughing and sputtering, the water did stop, but what happened next caught her completely off guard. Something made contact with her jaw, the impact knocking her a few feet sideways. The troll yelled angrily at her, at what she could only imagine was insults over not appreciating their hospitality. She could taste the metal tang of blood fill her mouth, a whimper escapes her as she is now dragged by her foot back to the damp area she had been before, then left in a puddle of water and now blood.

The watering continued, and at this point Alluna could no longer tell how long she had been put through it, on and off again until she was soaked through and shivering. Each time she heard what sounded like a footsteps she would tense up and wait for someone to grab her, the trolls would get a chuckle out of it, and she began to think that they would do it for their own entertainment. Sometimes there would nothing but silence, Alluna would strain to here the smallest of noises, others would be filled with echoes of bangs and thuds, occasionally she would feel something hit her form, she would flinch, thinking that it could be something that would actually hurt her. At one point she felt something crawl over her bond hands. She screamed and tried to shoo it away, but all she managed to do was lose her balance and fall back into wall. The trolls erupted into laughter but soon the world fell quiet once more

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Re: Relics ((Closed))

Postby Kerli » September 10th, 2014, 12:13 pm

Finally something changed; she could see the faint glow of light, hear the crackling of wood and smell it burning, they had finally lit a fire. Again foot falls headed for her, she tensed and she was met with a chuckle and the hood being ripped from her head. She could now see her surroundings, they were held up in a cave and it appeared that they were waiting for someone else here. Before her stood a massive blue skinned troll, one massive tusk pertuded from the toothy grin, the other had been broken, either in a fight or due to age, but a metal cuff sat at the break leading Alluna to believe it may have been embellishing the fact that it had been broken.

“Why does pinky dig up our stuff?” he asked her, lifting her to her feet, his long three fingers wrapping itself in the cloth of her shirt. She looked to the other troll, he was in all leather and his face was covered all except his tusks.. and eyes. They bore into her and there was something menacing behind them. The Hunter brought her over to the fire, still holding on her shirt he pointed to her bag this time he spoke into her ear. “Tell m pinky, why de Alliance disturb our lands.”

“I don’t work for the king.. I write down any lore I can -!” another blow to her face, this time her lip split and she could feel the blood drip down her chin. She was caught off guard and watched the stone under her feet turn red.

“Do not try to trick us e’chuta..” the last word had an insulting tone to it, the troll moved his grip to her hair, grabbing a hand full and asking once more, why she was collecting their relics. Each time her protest was met with a form of violence. Pulling her hair, pushing her close to the fire they had built or taking a cut at her attire. The troll with the covered face would lean in towards her, pull his dagger from its sheath, it would trail over her cheek before finding something to slash at. Over and over again this would happen until, just like with the water, Alluna lost track of how many times. They would leave her alone after several attempts to question before starting the next round. Her bun no longer held its form, what was once her hair hung around her face like a veil, tuffs missing from here and there, some landing on her shoulders other resting at her jaw line or higher. She could see hair all around her, her hair to be precise, clumps of it, all around her. The trolls seemed to tire of this game though, and left her huddled over on her knees as the spoke in Zandail, discussing the plan of attack to get the priestess to talk.

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Re: Relics ((Closed))

Postby Kerli » September 11th, 2014, 11:58 am

Alluna had falling asleep in her huddled position, how that happened she was not sure. Perhaps the exhaustion, she had been with the trolls for some times.. the exact amount unknown to her. To everyone else.. the Headmistress had failed to show up at her office for three days now. The first she had been sedated for most of the trip, the other two she had been kept in a constant state of alert as the trolls tried to figure out what the women was gaining from her relic hunting. BANG! Suddenly Alluna was jarred awake and upon first glance she couldn’t see what had caused the loud bang. What she did notice how ever… was her bag, it sat in the middle of what she could now tell was a cave. The trolls were nowhere in sight.. and much to her surprise she had been freed of her bindings. Alluna’s first instinct was to run, but something told her that it seemed too easy all of a sudden.

Getting to her feet, she stumbled over to her bag, pawing through it she could see that her journals and artifacts had been taken.. maybe they really did leave her, they got the information she had gathered, other than that she was no use to them. Trolls.. at least not the Darkspears seemed the type for pointless violence.. not like Orcs. She gathered her bag and made a break for the mouth of the cave, and she had made it! She was outside and could now find her way back to Stormwind! She looked at her surroundings, this cave was pushed back in a cul-de-sac of sorts, the mountain seemed to encircle it making it a perfect place to hide out and other then a small break in the ridgeline.. it was hidden well.

Now is not the time for sightseeing.. she told herself as she took off for the break in the mountains she was so focused on getting out that she never noticed the arrow that landed on the ground right in front of her. As her foot landed the trap was sprung, she fell to her knees as a tether held her right foot in place. It was all a trick.. they wanted her to feel the now fleeting sense of freedom.. and to watch it be taken away. She turned to look around her.. she couldn’t see the trolls.. but from whatever vantage point they had.. they could see her easily. Swoosh! Another arrow sailed past her, pinning her wrist to the ground. Swoosh plunk! Swoosh Plunk! She was now forced in to a kneeling position and it wouldn’t take long for the Desert sun to bake her skin, she could already feel her mouth drying out as she panted.

It would take a while before her captors came to her, telling by the sun height, they had waited several hours and as they drew themselves out of the shadows..

“Dey may be no fun ta hunt.. but dey are fun ta break.” The troll with the broken tusk spoke.. he spoke in common for Alluna to hear and understand.

Alluna could see a truly insidious look, “Please… No..” Her voice cracked, but the two had no intentions of stopping.

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Re: Relics ((Closed))

Postby Kerli » September 12th, 2014, 7:01 am

Her body rang with pain.. the marks that now covered her chest.. lashings that ripped through the cloth vest she had been wearing.. welts forming on her abdomen and tights. They had aimed for tender spots. Her clothing mere shadows of what it once was.. the only thing keeping the scraps on was the caked on blood. She had been left over night, tied to the same spot, she had finally been broken. If this was how she was meant to perish then she had no say in the matter.. Fighting only made it worse.. she closed her eyes as the sun started to break over the ridgeline. Her eyes open again, looking up towards the sky, trying to clear her mind looking for an answer, when it hit her, the Light had given up on her.. “Why!” She shouted into the air. “Why have you done this.. I’ve been nothing but loyal, Why have you spurned me..” her voice grew small as she started to sob.

“Alluna?” a voice spoke to her softly.

Her eyes widened and looked up, but the face before her was not one she expected to see. “..D-David..are you.. real?”

The relic hunter took one look at the priestess, assessing her torn attire, the wounds and the dirt that was embedded in them.

“Where’s John?” His voice was soft still, but there was a much more then serious tone to it, when Alluna shook her head to signify that he wasn’t here. The features on David’s face became darker. “Why… You know what.. I’ll ask later..” pulling out his dagger he cuts at her bindings holding her down. David looked around them, if it wasn’t for him being in the area due to some work with The Explorer’s League he would have never stumbled upon the priestess.

He wrapped his arm around the women’s waist, making sure to hold her so she wouldn’t fall over due to her weakened state. The air around the two started to become heavier as their breath started to show with every exhale. Frost gathered on the brim of the Mage’s hat, his eyes surveying the area for the priestess attackers. Alluna pulled at his shirt, as if pleading to go; at this point he was the only thing holding her up as the last of her fire fades.

David raises his free hand, the other tightening around his friend; he started conjuring a portal to Stormwind but then stopped. Something about this situation made him think that perhaps Stormwind was not the best place for the Headmistress right now. Curling his index finger under Alluna’s chin he lightly tilts her had back, “Alluna, where would you like to go?”

“Fea..ther..moon..”

With that David gave her a small nod, summoning his flying carpet, as the tapestry hovered a few feet from the group. Putting Alluna on the carpet first then climbing up himself, he crotched low and placed a hand firmly on the priestess so make sure she wouldn’t fall before the carpet took off for safety

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