((This is an ongoing
story written with Eurict, and Biara's part in it. There will likely be
more parts to this as he develops his plot.))
Biara walked towards the council chambers, her heels striking the stone floor with a thunderous sound as she half-ran towards her destination. She had been scrying on the organization known as Gate ever since Eurict had provided his intelligence information, and what she had seen had potentially dire consequences; Gate's base in Dalaran was not the only place they could conduct their ritual, and the Twilight Cultists fully intended to lure Deathwing to Silvermoon, even if they had to do it from their hideaway within the city itself and risk their own deaths. Death meant nothing to such fanatics.
Biara had to warn the other magisters.
As she stormed into the council chamber, she found it mostly empty, with only a few of the wounded Magisters that had survived the fighting and some pages and servants used to help the council conduct its business. She grabbed one by the arm to stop him and said, "Have all of the Magisters that were going on the mission departed already?"
The page nodded and Biara ground her teeth in frustration. She was too late and the group dispatched to Dalaran wouldn't be able to mount a second strike at the Silvermoon hideout. Another thought struck her, "Where is Ambassador Starflare?"
The page's eyes widened and he stammered, "M-my lady, the A-ambassador left not an hour earlier. He was in a rush and I saw him preparing a dagger and other weapons."
Biara's eyes widened. That crazy foollish elf! What was he going to do, assault Gate's facility on his own? Without magic? It was suicidal. It was madness.
It was the bravest thing she'd ever heard someone try to do, and she wasn't going to let him die alone, with no power to call on. Biara let the page go and hurried from the room. She would find Eurict, and if he was already dead, Light help those who had slain him.
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The hippogryph hurtled through the air at high speeds, flying over the spires and lesser structures of Silvermoon City as it headed for the outer wall that overlooked the ruins nearby. From what Eurict had described, Gate's hideaway was on the edge of the ruins, straddling the old and new portions of the city, and Biara rushed towards that location, her fel green eyes straining to pick out details amongst the stonework below.
There!
Two bodies, lying near an open doorway. Their armor and the pools of blood around them glittered in the sunlight. Eurict had already made his assault, fighting in deadly hand to hand combat for which he hadn't been trained, all without his magic.
I pray to the Light he hasn't been injured. Such courage deserves reward, not death.
Even as Biara thought the idea, she heard a whistling sound as a bolt hurtled through the air. It struck her hippogryph in the neck, killing it instantly and making her plunge from the sky, still strapped to the dead creature. She frantically tore at the straps, kicking away from it and shouting a word of magic just in time to avoid a deadly collision with the ground. She drifted the last ten feet gracefully, even as her mount struck with bone-breaking force, the dead creature not even moving as its neck snapped.
Shouts erupted from the open door and a half dozen guards poured out, several with loaded crossbows. It was clear now that Eurict had stirred a hornet's nest with his brave charge. Biara could only hope that he'd eluded capture or death so far.
"Stop at once and surrender!" one of the elves yelled at her. She could feel corrupted power in him even from where she stood. The guard captain had been feeding on magic brought by the Twilight's Hammer, and the stench of his corruption made her frown. He pointed at her and shouted again, "I will not ask again, drop your staff and wands and kneel and you will not be harmed."
Biara smirked and looked the captain in the eyes as she replied, "And who said that YOU will not be harmed? In fact, who even gave you leave to speak to me? I am a Magistrix of this city, and I declare you outlaws and traitors. Surrender now and your deaths will be swift and painless. Fail to heed my words, and you will come to know the folly of defying the will of the Sin'dorei."
The guard captain smiled and said, "Kill the bitch." Four crossbows fire in unison, the bolts crossing the distance to Biara in less than a blink of an eye. Four bolts struck the glimmering shield of magical force that she conjured up before they arrived and then fell to the ground, harmless.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Biara snarled. She raised a hand and pointed, barking out a word of power. The guard captain had just enough sense to throw himself flat on the ground as an Arcane Blast erupted behind him. The stone doorway exploded outward from the spell, shards of razor sharp rock striking two of the elves before the Magistrix and tearing them apart. The other four slowly rose to their feet, covered in the gore of their comrades. Grimly they drew blades and advanced on Biara.
With both her own magic and Eurict's to call upon, power began to crackle visibly in the air around the Magistrix as her anger grew. She raised her hand again, palm outward and a string of magical missiles flew towards the elves. Several missed, tearing huge gouges out of the ground, but two more of the assailants were struck, their chests torn open as their bodies were hurled away in ruin. Two remained, and of them only the guard captain looked determined to continue. The rushed in towards Biara, slashing at her wildly.
Biara's heart raced as she lithely dodged the blows, her combat training under Kyliska's former lover Sirian coming back to her. Her elven relfexes allowed her to dodge two more attacks before she grew weary of the game, and she shouted out another word of power, raising both hands above her head. An arcane explosion, centered in the core of her body, blasted outward, slaughtering the two assailants and leaving only a field of bloody and broken corpses around the Magistrix.
"Such is the fate of all traitors and fools. Forgive me for once again slaying our own people Father," she murmured. "I think this time though that you might understand."
Without looking back, Biara casually stepped over her victims and through the broken, ruined doorway leading to Gate's holdout. She would find Eurict and aid him, or she would tear every last brick apart and slay everyone inside. What happened next would be determined only by how foolish those hiding within decided to be.
Biara walked towards the council chambers, her heels striking the stone floor with a thunderous sound as she half-ran towards her destination. She had been scrying on the organization known as Gate ever since Eurict had provided his intelligence information, and what she had seen had potentially dire consequences; Gate's base in Dalaran was not the only place they could conduct their ritual, and the Twilight Cultists fully intended to lure Deathwing to Silvermoon, even if they had to do it from their hideaway within the city itself and risk their own deaths. Death meant nothing to such fanatics.
Biara had to warn the other magisters.
As she stormed into the council chamber, she found it mostly empty, with only a few of the wounded Magisters that had survived the fighting and some pages and servants used to help the council conduct its business. She grabbed one by the arm to stop him and said, "Have all of the Magisters that were going on the mission departed already?"
The page nodded and Biara ground her teeth in frustration. She was too late and the group dispatched to Dalaran wouldn't be able to mount a second strike at the Silvermoon hideout. Another thought struck her, "Where is Ambassador Starflare?"
The page's eyes widened and he stammered, "M-my lady, the A-ambassador left not an hour earlier. He was in a rush and I saw him preparing a dagger and other weapons."
Biara's eyes widened. That crazy foollish elf! What was he going to do, assault Gate's facility on his own? Without magic? It was suicidal. It was madness.
It was the bravest thing she'd ever heard someone try to do, and she wasn't going to let him die alone, with no power to call on. Biara let the page go and hurried from the room. She would find Eurict, and if he was already dead, Light help those who had slain him.
******************
The hippogryph hurtled through the air at high speeds, flying over the spires and lesser structures of Silvermoon City as it headed for the outer wall that overlooked the ruins nearby. From what Eurict had described, Gate's hideaway was on the edge of the ruins, straddling the old and new portions of the city, and Biara rushed towards that location, her fel green eyes straining to pick out details amongst the stonework below.
There!
Two bodies, lying near an open doorway. Their armor and the pools of blood around them glittered in the sunlight. Eurict had already made his assault, fighting in deadly hand to hand combat for which he hadn't been trained, all without his magic.
I pray to the Light he hasn't been injured. Such courage deserves reward, not death.
Even as Biara thought the idea, she heard a whistling sound as a bolt hurtled through the air. It struck her hippogryph in the neck, killing it instantly and making her plunge from the sky, still strapped to the dead creature. She frantically tore at the straps, kicking away from it and shouting a word of magic just in time to avoid a deadly collision with the ground. She drifted the last ten feet gracefully, even as her mount struck with bone-breaking force, the dead creature not even moving as its neck snapped.
Shouts erupted from the open door and a half dozen guards poured out, several with loaded crossbows. It was clear now that Eurict had stirred a hornet's nest with his brave charge. Biara could only hope that he'd eluded capture or death so far.
"Stop at once and surrender!" one of the elves yelled at her. She could feel corrupted power in him even from where she stood. The guard captain had been feeding on magic brought by the Twilight's Hammer, and the stench of his corruption made her frown. He pointed at her and shouted again, "I will not ask again, drop your staff and wands and kneel and you will not be harmed."
Biara smirked and looked the captain in the eyes as she replied, "And who said that YOU will not be harmed? In fact, who even gave you leave to speak to me? I am a Magistrix of this city, and I declare you outlaws and traitors. Surrender now and your deaths will be swift and painless. Fail to heed my words, and you will come to know the folly of defying the will of the Sin'dorei."
The guard captain smiled and said, "Kill the bitch." Four crossbows fire in unison, the bolts crossing the distance to Biara in less than a blink of an eye. Four bolts struck the glimmering shield of magical force that she conjured up before they arrived and then fell to the ground, harmless.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Biara snarled. She raised a hand and pointed, barking out a word of power. The guard captain had just enough sense to throw himself flat on the ground as an Arcane Blast erupted behind him. The stone doorway exploded outward from the spell, shards of razor sharp rock striking two of the elves before the Magistrix and tearing them apart. The other four slowly rose to their feet, covered in the gore of their comrades. Grimly they drew blades and advanced on Biara.
With both her own magic and Eurict's to call upon, power began to crackle visibly in the air around the Magistrix as her anger grew. She raised her hand again, palm outward and a string of magical missiles flew towards the elves. Several missed, tearing huge gouges out of the ground, but two more of the assailants were struck, their chests torn open as their bodies were hurled away in ruin. Two remained, and of them only the guard captain looked determined to continue. The rushed in towards Biara, slashing at her wildly.
Biara's heart raced as she lithely dodged the blows, her combat training under Kyliska's former lover Sirian coming back to her. Her elven relfexes allowed her to dodge two more attacks before she grew weary of the game, and she shouted out another word of power, raising both hands above her head. An arcane explosion, centered in the core of her body, blasted outward, slaughtering the two assailants and leaving only a field of bloody and broken corpses around the Magistrix.
"Such is the fate of all traitors and fools. Forgive me for once again slaying our own people Father," she murmured. "I think this time though that you might understand."
Without looking back, Biara casually stepped over her victims and through the broken, ruined doorway leading to Gate's holdout. She would find Eurict and aid him, or she would tear every last brick apart and slay everyone inside. What happened next would be determined only by how foolish those hiding within decided to be.
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