CROSSED ALLIANCES
When last we left our heroes...
"Oh, I understand," he grits through his teeth, "But to the Nether with the Sun if--" He is cut off as there is a ghastly howl in the distance, the sound chilling him to his very bones. His eyes lock on hers, gaze sharp. "Do you know what that sound is?"
Her blood goes cold.
"The Scourge could be coming back," she guesses. "Do you really want to stick around and find out?"
"There is no could," he hisses, and giving a quick look around, he grabs her harshly and tugs her along as he runs into the woods, not giving any notice to any objections or discomfort by his prisoner. "They're bringing their friends to finish the meal." And even then, his face contorts in pain from having to leave the soldiers' bodies there.
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"You're very observant," she mutters through gritted teeth, every step they take sending more pain through her body. Swallowing, Lydia does her best to keep up, stumbling a bit as she's not able to put much weight onto her injured leg.
He's not easy on her, pushing their speed to its very limit as the sounds of more scourge approach. He swears, mumbling petty, stressed curses about the Farstriders, eyes ever darting around and back behind them, checking for potential shelter and the oncoming onslaught. "More so than you, or we wouldn't be in this mess," he grunts as he swings her around a corner in front of him, into the mouth of a cave. He pushes her along in front of him, his sword suddenly glowing brightly as they enter the gloom. The sounds of the scourge echo eerily from outside.
"You need to be quiet if we're going to hide," she says softly, sucking in a breath of air as he pushes her, her leg nearly giving out under her. Hobbling further into the darkness, she slinks as gracelessly as she cans, finding a crook of rocks to sink back into. Lydia goes silent, letting the shadows wash over her. The sounds of the Scourge grow louder and clearer, coming up to the cave. Quietly she peers over the rocks she's hiding behind, eyes narrowing at the ghouls ambling about. Taking one of her throwing darts, she times her throw just right, sending it over the Scourge's heads and into the brush beyond the cave. At the noise most of the Scourge race for the woods, but one stays behind. Blood and gore drip from its jaws as it looks into the cave, and steps inside.
Altharis takes his place directly behind her, preventing her from making any desperate moves. He lets his sword grow dim as the scourge approach, and he almost grabs her arm before he realizes what she's doing. He allows her to throw the knife, eyes narrowing as the single ghoul ventures into the cave. He ducks down quickly to prevent the monster from catching sight of his eyes' glow. A single scourge was no problem, but he feared that the others might still be too close. Let it get closer, give its companions time to run far away...
Lydia ducks down as well, one arm reaching out to gently push him back. Lifting her knife, she jerks her head in the direction of the Scourge, as if to say, "I'll ambush him". Silence reigns over the small cave save for the soft growls of the solitary Scourge. The woman waits patiently, her ears straining to listen for the ghoul, whose movements cause the loose rock flooring to scatter. Just as the noises sound beside them, she lunges forward. Her knife sinks into the ghoul's side as she raises her fist, slamming it into its blood jaws. "NOW!"
He seems none too happy about being pushed back, but as he hears the ghoul's approach, he knows that even if she did try to bolt, the zombie would get the injured human on her own. He straightens as she bolts out, not even having to wait for her call before his sword blazes brightly again, its shining edge slicing the bloody thing's head off its shoulders in a single, sizzling blow. He is also quick to grab the human again once the ghoul is surely dead, pushing her back down behind the rock where they hid and hunching down as well, the sword's light dimming to just barely illuminate their faces. "Good work. Now, we stay."
Lydia's face is masked save for her eyes, which are barely masking pain. He doesn't have to push her hard, for she easily slumps down. Inhaling deeply, she peers down at her leg wound.
"They're probably smelling the blood from my wound." Speaking through gritted teeth, she presses her hand down on it. It's bleeding a fair bit, soaking her armor.
"Which is why we stay," he says, pausing for a moment before he curses and knocks her hand away, sets his over the wound instead. It heals... somewhat, the skin growing over and tissues mending the bare minimum to prevent much more blood loss. She would soon have a very, very nasty bruise. "Damn cockroaches will forget about us soon, and when nobody makes it to Tranquillien, there will be a search party out looking for me and my men." His face twists again at speak about the lost soldiers.
Think for a minute. He just healed you, but you lost some blood. You're not at full strength. He's also a paladin, with a weapon, at basically full strength. He is between your only way out. ...you have to fight. You can't let them capture you.
Lydia makes like she's resting, settling against the rock and shutting her eyes. Her breathing evens and slowly, her shoulders slumping. After a few minutes of this, she makes her move, lunging directly at Altharis, hoping to catch him off guard.
Unluckily for her, he wasn't one to let his guard down. As she "rested," his eyes were trained on her the whole time, half actually watching her and half lost in his own thoughts. He's quick to react when she lunges, grabbing at her arms and quickly twisting to try and pin her against the ground beneath him.
Still weakened from her injury, she is easily pinned. Her back arches, and she squirms a bit before going still. She weakly utters a curse in her native Common, staring up at the Blood Elf holding her down.
"They prefer you in one piece back in the city, human," he growls, voice low, "However, whole does not mean un-injured. Don't make me regret my kindness." Her stares at her further, before he sets to undoing the buckles on her armour, shifting to ensure she stays pinned.
"I have a mission," she grunts from the press of his weight against her. "You would do the same if the situation were reversed."
Lydia squirms as he starts to peel her armor off her of, silently cursing at the loss of hidden weapons. She's wearing a tight tank top and boy shorts, the rest of her tanned body exposed. The spy is lean, lithe, and toned, with several minor scars here and there.
"And no doubt, as would you," he snorts, tucking each hidden knife he finds into his belt. Her mask is the final thing he removes, the woman looking ridiculous with only that and her undergarments left.
Her hair comes spilling out once he jerks the mask from her head, and she gives him a hard look. Still wet from their dip in the river, her black curls stick to her face, pooling on the rock underneath her. Her face is softly featured and quite youthful...Lydia is pretty in her own right. For a human.
"You know, I normally don't show my face on first dates," she remarks smart-assedly.
He tosses it aside with the rest of her armour, but remains concertedly pinning her to the floor even though he shifts once more and adopts a more comfortable position. Pretty for a human perhaps, but the first thing that crosses Altharis's mind is that he's seen more attractive prostitutes in Murder Row. "If you think you'll get a rise out of me, human, guess again. And do stop speaking Thalassian, you're making me sick listening to you."
"Oh, does it mean you'll stop talking too? Now that would be pretty splendid, I think," she starts to casually speak. In Common. "You know, you wouldn't be half-bad looking if you stopped scowling. Do all Blood Elves frown like someone shoved a log up their ass? Or maybe you just haven't been laid in a while. You're certainly sour enough to make women run away from you."
I've been captured by the enemy and will most likely be tortured and then killed...and I'm...trying to get on my captor's nerves. You're so mature, Lyds.
An eyebrow ticks at her running commentary, catching words here and there from what little he had learned of common several years ago. He did not. Like it. At all. With a swift and not entirely careful motion, he gets off of her, positions her with her front to the wall, and pins her there, positioning himself to halfway sit on her injured leg. "Second warning."
She grunts as she's moved around, her features contorting in pain as he sits on her leg. So, maybe that wasn't a great idea. Shutting her eyes, Lydia lowers her head, more of hair slipping over to hide her face and down her shoulder. There the pair sits for how long it takes for a search party to be sent, and she endures the pain and eventual numbing of her leg from all his weight on it. The woman only looks up when she hears shouts in Thalassian for Altharis.
Altharis calls out loudly from the cave, "In here! I have an Alliance spy!" He pulls the woman up when plated footsteps echo around the cavern walls, shoving her over to another Blood Knight as another rushes around to gather her things. "Are you alright, Sir?" one asks, and he nods brusquely. "We caught her on the borders of the Ghostlands, alone. They'll be pleased to question her back at the city." The Knight holding the prisoner nods, trying to tie her wrists with rope before trying to walk her out.
She stays silent even as she's pushed around and has her wrists tied, limping along. Every step is painful for her as the blood rushes back to her extremity, squaring her jaw as needles run up and down her flesh. Damn him. Lydia does her best to keep up, stumbling along as they take her to Silvermoon.
"Since you caught her Sir you'll most likely be in charge of her...interrogation..." one Knight remarks. He leers at her. "Shame."
He snorts. "Don't get all sentimental over a human, Knight. It ill suits one of our stature and reputation." He rolls his shoulders and stretches out his muscles as he walks, experiencing much the same sensations as the woman from sitting with her pinned for so long. He tilts his head, causing his neck to crack as he stares at the spy. "No doubt they'll want to hear about what happened to the men, first. If they're smart they'll get someone else to do the damn interrogations. And besides... her Thalassian is atrocious." He sneers this as they load her onto a horse, Altharis taking a mount free for any survivors they found.
"Oh, I understand," he grits through his teeth, "But to the Nether with the Sun if--" He is cut off as there is a ghastly howl in the distance, the sound chilling him to his very bones. His eyes lock on hers, gaze sharp. "Do you know what that sound is?"
Her blood goes cold.
"The Scourge could be coming back," she guesses. "Do you really want to stick around and find out?"
"There is no could," he hisses, and giving a quick look around, he grabs her harshly and tugs her along as he runs into the woods, not giving any notice to any objections or discomfort by his prisoner. "They're bringing their friends to finish the meal." And even then, his face contorts in pain from having to leave the soldiers' bodies there.
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"You're very observant," she mutters through gritted teeth, every step they take sending more pain through her body. Swallowing, Lydia does her best to keep up, stumbling a bit as she's not able to put much weight onto her injured leg.
He's not easy on her, pushing their speed to its very limit as the sounds of more scourge approach. He swears, mumbling petty, stressed curses about the Farstriders, eyes ever darting around and back behind them, checking for potential shelter and the oncoming onslaught. "More so than you, or we wouldn't be in this mess," he grunts as he swings her around a corner in front of him, into the mouth of a cave. He pushes her along in front of him, his sword suddenly glowing brightly as they enter the gloom. The sounds of the scourge echo eerily from outside.
"You need to be quiet if we're going to hide," she says softly, sucking in a breath of air as he pushes her, her leg nearly giving out under her. Hobbling further into the darkness, she slinks as gracelessly as she cans, finding a crook of rocks to sink back into. Lydia goes silent, letting the shadows wash over her. The sounds of the Scourge grow louder and clearer, coming up to the cave. Quietly she peers over the rocks she's hiding behind, eyes narrowing at the ghouls ambling about. Taking one of her throwing darts, she times her throw just right, sending it over the Scourge's heads and into the brush beyond the cave. At the noise most of the Scourge race for the woods, but one stays behind. Blood and gore drip from its jaws as it looks into the cave, and steps inside.
Altharis takes his place directly behind her, preventing her from making any desperate moves. He lets his sword grow dim as the scourge approach, and he almost grabs her arm before he realizes what she's doing. He allows her to throw the knife, eyes narrowing as the single ghoul ventures into the cave. He ducks down quickly to prevent the monster from catching sight of his eyes' glow. A single scourge was no problem, but he feared that the others might still be too close. Let it get closer, give its companions time to run far away...
Lydia ducks down as well, one arm reaching out to gently push him back. Lifting her knife, she jerks her head in the direction of the Scourge, as if to say, "I'll ambush him". Silence reigns over the small cave save for the soft growls of the solitary Scourge. The woman waits patiently, her ears straining to listen for the ghoul, whose movements cause the loose rock flooring to scatter. Just as the noises sound beside them, she lunges forward. Her knife sinks into the ghoul's side as she raises her fist, slamming it into its blood jaws. "NOW!"
He seems none too happy about being pushed back, but as he hears the ghoul's approach, he knows that even if she did try to bolt, the zombie would get the injured human on her own. He straightens as she bolts out, not even having to wait for her call before his sword blazes brightly again, its shining edge slicing the bloody thing's head off its shoulders in a single, sizzling blow. He is also quick to grab the human again once the ghoul is surely dead, pushing her back down behind the rock where they hid and hunching down as well, the sword's light dimming to just barely illuminate their faces. "Good work. Now, we stay."
Lydia's face is masked save for her eyes, which are barely masking pain. He doesn't have to push her hard, for she easily slumps down. Inhaling deeply, she peers down at her leg wound.
"They're probably smelling the blood from my wound." Speaking through gritted teeth, she presses her hand down on it. It's bleeding a fair bit, soaking her armor.
"Which is why we stay," he says, pausing for a moment before he curses and knocks her hand away, sets his over the wound instead. It heals... somewhat, the skin growing over and tissues mending the bare minimum to prevent much more blood loss. She would soon have a very, very nasty bruise. "Damn cockroaches will forget about us soon, and when nobody makes it to Tranquillien, there will be a search party out looking for me and my men." His face twists again at speak about the lost soldiers.
Think for a minute. He just healed you, but you lost some blood. You're not at full strength. He's also a paladin, with a weapon, at basically full strength. He is between your only way out. ...you have to fight. You can't let them capture you.
Lydia makes like she's resting, settling against the rock and shutting her eyes. Her breathing evens and slowly, her shoulders slumping. After a few minutes of this, she makes her move, lunging directly at Altharis, hoping to catch him off guard.
Unluckily for her, he wasn't one to let his guard down. As she "rested," his eyes were trained on her the whole time, half actually watching her and half lost in his own thoughts. He's quick to react when she lunges, grabbing at her arms and quickly twisting to try and pin her against the ground beneath him.
Still weakened from her injury, she is easily pinned. Her back arches, and she squirms a bit before going still. She weakly utters a curse in her native Common, staring up at the Blood Elf holding her down.
"They prefer you in one piece back in the city, human," he growls, voice low, "However, whole does not mean un-injured. Don't make me regret my kindness." Her stares at her further, before he sets to undoing the buckles on her armour, shifting to ensure she stays pinned.
"I have a mission," she grunts from the press of his weight against her. "You would do the same if the situation were reversed."
Lydia squirms as he starts to peel her armor off her of, silently cursing at the loss of hidden weapons. She's wearing a tight tank top and boy shorts, the rest of her tanned body exposed. The spy is lean, lithe, and toned, with several minor scars here and there.
"And no doubt, as would you," he snorts, tucking each hidden knife he finds into his belt. Her mask is the final thing he removes, the woman looking ridiculous with only that and her undergarments left.
Her hair comes spilling out once he jerks the mask from her head, and she gives him a hard look. Still wet from their dip in the river, her black curls stick to her face, pooling on the rock underneath her. Her face is softly featured and quite youthful...Lydia is pretty in her own right. For a human.
"You know, I normally don't show my face on first dates," she remarks smart-assedly.
He tosses it aside with the rest of her armour, but remains concertedly pinning her to the floor even though he shifts once more and adopts a more comfortable position. Pretty for a human perhaps, but the first thing that crosses Altharis's mind is that he's seen more attractive prostitutes in Murder Row. "If you think you'll get a rise out of me, human, guess again. And do stop speaking Thalassian, you're making me sick listening to you."
"Oh, does it mean you'll stop talking too? Now that would be pretty splendid, I think," she starts to casually speak. In Common. "You know, you wouldn't be half-bad looking if you stopped scowling. Do all Blood Elves frown like someone shoved a log up their ass? Or maybe you just haven't been laid in a while. You're certainly sour enough to make women run away from you."
I've been captured by the enemy and will most likely be tortured and then killed...and I'm...trying to get on my captor's nerves. You're so mature, Lyds.
An eyebrow ticks at her running commentary, catching words here and there from what little he had learned of common several years ago. He did not. Like it. At all. With a swift and not entirely careful motion, he gets off of her, positions her with her front to the wall, and pins her there, positioning himself to halfway sit on her injured leg. "Second warning."
She grunts as she's moved around, her features contorting in pain as he sits on her leg. So, maybe that wasn't a great idea. Shutting her eyes, Lydia lowers her head, more of hair slipping over to hide her face and down her shoulder. There the pair sits for how long it takes for a search party to be sent, and she endures the pain and eventual numbing of her leg from all his weight on it. The woman only looks up when she hears shouts in Thalassian for Altharis.
Altharis calls out loudly from the cave, "In here! I have an Alliance spy!" He pulls the woman up when plated footsteps echo around the cavern walls, shoving her over to another Blood Knight as another rushes around to gather her things. "Are you alright, Sir?" one asks, and he nods brusquely. "We caught her on the borders of the Ghostlands, alone. They'll be pleased to question her back at the city." The Knight holding the prisoner nods, trying to tie her wrists with rope before trying to walk her out.
She stays silent even as she's pushed around and has her wrists tied, limping along. Every step is painful for her as the blood rushes back to her extremity, squaring her jaw as needles run up and down her flesh. Damn him. Lydia does her best to keep up, stumbling along as they take her to Silvermoon.
"Since you caught her Sir you'll most likely be in charge of her...interrogation..." one Knight remarks. He leers at her. "Shame."
He snorts. "Don't get all sentimental over a human, Knight. It ill suits one of our stature and reputation." He rolls his shoulders and stretches out his muscles as he walks, experiencing much the same sensations as the woman from sitting with her pinned for so long. He tilts his head, causing his neck to crack as he stares at the spy. "No doubt they'll want to hear about what happened to the men, first. If they're smart they'll get someone else to do the damn interrogations. And besides... her Thalassian is atrocious." He sneers this as they load her onto a horse, Altharis taking a mount free for any survivors they found.