Saving Private Westmarch

[r_feverfew]

in this dream of life and death, i know so much i will forget...

[Everything sentient dreams, and everything that dreams on Azeroth dreams somewhere within that one Dream composed by the Titans when they first shaped the world. Even the most alien of beings, from Old Gods to soul-draining runeblades, touched some tiny corner of the Emerald Dream,

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[[Come to the innkeeper first and getcher food/drink]]

[raptoroftheloa]

[Harried priestess is harried.] C'mere, mon, you gonna need stuff iffen you goin' out in dis mess. I 'fraid iffen I go de whole place gon' go up in ice, but I know where de food an' gear be. [Have a warm towel, Feverfew, as Ishas whirls to get the rest of what they'll need.]

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[nashrath]

[Nash rolls her eyes - It's always something, isn't it? - but scootches along helping Ishas anyway.]

I love how we just supply every Quentin QQ who wanders in soaking wet and babbling things about the latest random-ass emergency - lives at stake? Really? That never happen here. You should be the town barker with all the fucking newsflashes you've got, elf.

[She launches a Flame Shock across the room at some guests she has deemed to be doing something unruly and shouts something resembling "CUT IT OUT!" in Orcish before stomping back to the kitchen to see if the crazy Forsaken's stuff can be packed to travel.

Fev might also get a rather blotchy banana winged at his head, presumably for eating.]

[raptoroftheloa]

[Ishas aims a swat at the back of Nashrath's head without even looking.] I know dis one; he ain't de type to make more trouble den he gotta. He de kind gon' make trouble go 'way, so you get him good stuff.

[nashrath]

Ow.

He's a druid! In terms of things that don't come from animals, that IS the good stuff! That and like...jam. Uh....

[Nash comes back with some muffins and the aforementioned jam. There is a dull knife for spreading lodged in one of the muffins - it appears to be at least mostly clean.]

If you think I'm going to make jamwiches for you, you have another thing coming.

[There wasn't much bite in that - at least not much that was sincere. Here: have some noms.]

[measurebystars]

Where've you been? You look like something Bryantia dragged in. That idiot human didn't come back himself after we killed him; is that what this is about?

[r_feverfew]

[Pardon Feverfew a moment; he's got a mouthful of muffin to swallow before he can speak. Once he has, he responds.]

I've found a way to free his soul from Fr--from the runeblade. I--hope, anyway.

[measurebystars]

[Sidereal snarls, claws splintering the wood of her table as they spasm reflexively.] Coming. [If they can free a soul, maybe they can free more, or maybe they can't free anyone, but maybe they can hurt the runeblade, and that's more than good enough for her.]

[r_feverfew]

Thank you.

[illusorylife]

I will go as well.

[There is a death knight in the corner, all too willing to join in. The week or so of a relentless storms has not been pleasant. The inn's stockpile of food and drink - he stopped partaking of those several days ago to preserve the supplies - may still hold, but it didn't account for one minor detail.

Well, arguably it did, and the need to kill to hold off the painful torment would be amply supplied by the crowd of trapped denizens, but he had his doubts about said supply's appreciation of the situation.

So, things weren't going so well in the life of Krenyn Bloodflame. Give you three guesses on the two reasons why he's volunteering and the first two don't count.]

[feigntalent]

[Krenyn's about to find a banana tossed in his general direction by a rogue with her arm in a sling. It's not much, but it's all Sabette can spare. With food supplies running low and all. She doesn't like leaving friends (even the dead ones) in a lurch.]

You better come back safe, you hear me? Because I am NOT launching a rescue mission to wherever it is you're going just to rescue your scrawny elfy behind.

...And be careful. Just 'cause you're dead doesn't mean you can't die again.

[illusorylife]

[Consider the banana snagged out of the air. Said fruit is studied carefully before the instigator speaks up. This draws Krenyn's attention to Sabette. Her concern is only enhanced by her willingness to fling potassium-enriched missiles at friends.

The key difference between friend and hated enemy is in how rotten the fruit may be at the time, you see.]

I promise I will return. [Taking the time to cross the room, he seeks to place the banana back into Sabette's hands.] Keep your strength up, until I do.

[feigntalent]

[It's a perfectly ripe and nom-able banana, you see! Only the best for Sabette. And, by extension, her friends. Even the dead and death knight-like ones. Consider yourself a member of her Inner Circle of Awesome People, Krenyn. Feel honored.]

[She shrugs her good shoulder and refuses to take the banana back.]

Hey, you keep it. I've got enough to go by. And you never know! You could get the munchies on the road. That happens to me all the time!

And if it's not too much to ask... can you bring me back a road trip gift? Or at least a good story. I'll accept a good story as payment for the banana.

[deadelfwalking]

If this involves frustrating the Lich King's ambitions, consider me there.

[r_feverfew]

[He hesitates, obviously considering the wisdom of bringing two of the undead into Ysera's realm.

As the saying goes, though, beggars can't be choosers. And in this particular instance, for this particular foe, there could be no more knowledgeable allies than a pair of death knights.]

Your help will be indispensable, sir death knight.

[measurebystars]

[Hey, that's three undead, thank you!]

[Sidereal points at Koltira with a ragged claw.] I like the way you think.