Besties

Melsana carefully sighted down the length of the long metal barrel, the strange rifle in her hands held firm and steady. Within it, powerful arcane forces built up, the magic rising to a point where it would emit forth from the front of the rifle in a burst of energy akin to a physical projectile. With a whumph of sound the magic sprang forth, traveling across the courtyard to slam into the practice dummy with a satisfying blast.

The Huntress grinned, studying the weapon in her hand and inspecting it for signs of damage from the magic. The goblin that had sold it to her had not intended for it to be used this way, but she'd spent several days modifying it with enchantments to her exact specifications. While she could use a bow, it had been so long since the Huntress had actually hunted with one that she preferred to try new methods. Besides, it would be awkward if she were to practice with one and fail to compare to the other rangers, and new times demanded new methods.

"That works pretty well," Braeth'el said as he observed Melsana's practice. Beside him one of the ranger captains nodded, the red-haired Sin'dorei having been shouting commands at her all morning as he assessed her prowess. Other rangers worked at their own target dummies around the courtyard, each using various ranged weapons for this day's routine. The estate grounds were filled with the sounds of taut bowstrings and the snap of arrows in the air, punctuated now and then by Melsana's unique weapon.

As she prepared to take another shot, silence descended on the courtyard. She turned, lowering her weapon and brushing an errant strand of pure gold hair from her face as she observed the source of the disquiet that had descended.

The curtains to the open doors behind them had parted and a blonde haired elf had stumbled out, the woman looking rather belligerent as she stalked across the courtyard, the look on her face one of death. Clutched in one fist she had a mostly empty bottle of wine, which she brought to her lips and finished off directly from the bottle before hurling the object across the courtyard, watching it shatter against one of the stone walls surrounding the area.

Her summer dress ruffling in the light breeze, she marched the rest of the way to that same wall, hoisting herself up before sitting on it and looking out at the forest beyond sullenly, clearly sulking. As Melsana studied her, quiet whispers arose around her from the other rangers until the bark of several trainers got them focused once more on their work.

Melsana frowned, casting a glance at Braeth'el and completely ignoring her own trainer as she spoke loud enough to be heard, "Who's that?"

"That would be the Lady of this house, Kyliska Sunblade," Braeth'el said, looking over at Kyli with concern in his eyes.

"And what's her problem?" Melsana asked, her tone causing Braeth'el to turn his head back towards the Huntress.

"She...had a falling out with a good friend. Most days she is fine, but sometimes she gets sullen like this and spends the day in her cups. I've tried to help her through it but...well, the pain is still fresh and there is little for her to do to fix things," Braeth'el said quietly.

Melsana considered this, her striking green eyes traveling to where Kyliska perched on the wall. When she responded, her voice was loud enough to carry across the clearing, "Well, if she wants to sit and sulk like a coward maybe she should do it somewhere that real soldiers can't see her doing it. We have work to do and if she's going to be a prissy baby over a fight with a friend then she should do it inside, pampered by the servants."

Braeth'el's mouth gaped open and a deadly silence fell across the courtyard as everyone heard the words. On the wall, Kyliska's head turned slowly, her eyes narrowed in rage. It was as if Melsana had known exactly what to say to draw Kyliska's attention back to the real world. In the silence, everyone heard Kyliska as she hopped down from the wall, her fists clenched as she stormed across the courtyard, her face inches from Melsana's.

"What did you just say?"

Melsana stared her down, her look unimpressed, "You heard me."

Kyliska got even closer, her chest nearly touching Melsana's, her alcohol laced breath wafting over the other elf, "I will break you in half if you dare say another word."

A smirk passed across Melsana's face, as if she had seen this all a thousand times before and knew where it was heading, relished it even, "You could try..."

Kyliska's fist was swinging before Melsana finished speaking, the blow connecting with Melsana's left eye and rocking her head back. The Huntress burst into motion, her own fist coming up and giving Kyliska a hit to her upper body, rocking her sideways.

Kyliska growled in rage, throwing another punch which Melsana dodged, the Huntress stamping down on Kyliska's sandal and making her grunt as she ground her heel into the other's bare skin. She followed it up with a punch to the face that Kyliska managed to jerk back from enough that it only split her lip. Retaliating quickly, Kyliska's knee came up, slamming into Melsana's nethers and causing her to double over in pain, a few more punches to her chest rocking the Huntress.

Melsana grinned, wiping blood from her eye, her voice a purr, "Now that is how a warrior acts when they are down. But let's see what else you've got..."

Kyliska merely growled before hurling herself at Melsana, punching the other elf repeatedly in the face as they traded blows, both of them becoming more and more bloody.

Around the courtyard, no one dared move or interfere; no one had spoken to Kyliska like that while she'd been in one of her moods, and no one but Braeth'el had practiced with her. Everyone had been afraid to say anything, to do anything to upset the fragile balance of their Lady's emotions. Except this new hire, who they watched with awe as she and the Lady of the house beat each other to bloody pulps.

A lucky blow to Melsana's gut had her doubled over again and a second later, Kyliska pounced, slamming into Melsana and bowling her over. The two fell to the ground with an 'oof' of air escaping them, rolling and punching each other. In his shock, Braeth'el had not thought to step back, and the two fist-fighting elves quickly tumbled in his direction before he had time to think, their weight slamming into his legs and sending him cartwheeling sideways. He tumbled over them, tripping and then falling on his back, the sound of him hitting the pavement and the gush of surprised air escaping them punctuating even the sound of the fight. The two elves paused for a moment, their eyes wide as they realized what they were doing.

"I knocked my boss over," Melsana drawled from beneath Kyliska, the other elf's hands around her throat. "That's totally going to come out of my paycheck."

For a moment Kyliska said nothing, just staring down at the elf beneath her. The audacity of the woman like a splash of water to her face. Slowly, ever so slowly, a smirk spread across her face and in a low voice she replied, "Well, he's the Master at Arms, not legs apparently..."

A smile met a smile, two pairs of green eyes locked on each other for another moment before both burst out laughing, everyone else staring in stunned silence. From the ground, Braeth'el sat up, rolling his eyes, "I'm glad you find this amusing..."

Kyliska rose, standing over Melsana and offering her a hand up, her eyes straying to Braeth'el, "What is this bitch's name?"

Melsana took the offered hand, rising beside Kyliska, her voice full of amusement, "Melsana Featherwind, at your service. Good thing too, because you hit like a human girl."

Kyliska grinned, her face a mask of blood, Melsana's not much better, "Fortunately your face gives me a lot of places to practice. The question now is, how do you stave off the pain of battle?"

"Not by drinking that fancy crap you just had. Ale maybe though," Melsana purred back. "And then we could talk about who you really want to hit, and get started on doing it in a productive way, hmmm?"

Kyliska laughed again, linking arms with the Huntress, her eyes gleaming for the first time in many months as she lead her towards the open door, her voice trailing back over the dumbstruck elves they left behind, "You know, I'm already starting to like you. You know me so well. Ale it is!"

And with that they were gone, Braeth'el picking himself up and shooting Melsana's trainer a look that basically told him to never speak a word of this to anyone, ever, if he wanted to live, before he followed them inside with a long suffering sigh.

Finding Good Help These Days

Sunlight sparkled off the flashing blade as it descended towards Braeth'el's head. With a deft move his dagger came up, deflecting the blow away from him. The sword's path stopped abruptly, it's wielder sliding it back around to his right in a vicious counter-attack that forced him to dodge, the sound of his second dagger's hilt parrying the blow ringing through the courtyard.

In front of him, Kyliska panted, her blade coming up again and her own feet sliding backwards as she avoided a vicious slash to her belly. She growled and charged forward again, her blade coming down and the double ring of two daggers crossing its path to stop it singing across the marble paving stones of Dayfire Estate's practice yard. Kyliska laughed, the sound low and vicious as she pressed on Braeth'el's daggers, forcing him to put extra effort in keeping the blade from his head. Muscles bulged in his arms as he forced her blade up, her body slamming into his as their weapons went up over their head.

Pressed face to face, he grinned at her and she leaned forward, kissing him for a lingering moment, the mixture of violence and passion making her blood sing, their weapons hanging over their heads. After a time he released the pressure on her sword and she took it in one hand, letting it drop beside her as they kissed again, one of his arms snaking around her waist as he sheathed his daggers.

"That was fun," Braeth'el breathed into her ear. "We should practice indoors next time..."

Kyliska nearly purred, her smirking lips parting to say something truly outrageous when a polite cough from the open curtained door leading into the estate caught her attention. She turned to see one of the servants there, the poor Sin'dorei looking extremely uncomfortable as he shifted from foot to foot, observing the lady of the house in her training leathers and Braeth'el in his cut tank top and leathers embracing.

"Yes? What is it? We're really very busy right now," Kyliska nearly growled.

"T-there's a visitor, Lady Sunblade. Er.. for Master Braeth'el. He's needed for a short time only, I'm sure," the servant stuttered.

Braeth'el nodded at the elf, giving him a wink while expertly giving Kyliska a pinch on her bottom that made her squeak and then bite her lip. "Of course. Bring them to my office if you would. I'll be there in a moment."

Reluctantly he released Kyliska, picking up a towel and rubbing it over his face and neck to remove the sweat the practice had worked up. If a visitor wanted to show up unexpectedly, he was hardly going to dress to impress. He nodded at Kyliska as he headed for the door, "I'll see you later."

Kyliska grinned and nodded herself before turning back towards the practice yard and heading for a training dummy to work off her excess energy.

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Braeth'el's office was simple yet elegant enough to be impressive by Sin'dorei standards. The hardwood desk had neat stacks of paper, and filing cabinets made of fine oak stood to the right of the desk. Behind it was an armoire, the top of the piece of furniture open to display a collection of elegant wine bottles. The office itself was carpeted in a deep red that matched the lighter red and gold motif of the walls and door, and sunlight streamed in from the closed window overlooking the woods.

Braeth'el was seated behind his desk in the high-backed chair there when the door opened and the servant reappeared. Behind him walked a golden haired beauty of a Sin'dorei that he'd never seen before. The servant gave him a bow once, his voice more solid now as he announced the guest, "Dame Melsana Featherwind to see you, Master Braeth'el."

Braeth'el waved the servant away, nodding his thanks; he always hated the use of titles but sometimes it was necessary when guests were around and some of the servants wouldn't stop even when they weren't. Master at Arms indeed.

The golden-haired Sin'dorei stepped into the office as the door closed behind her and Braeth'el studied her for a moment. Dressed head to toe in gold and red mail armor that looked like it had been poured over her body while molten, it left little to the imagination. Where Kyliska was athletic and toned, this elf was lithe and wiry although she curved in the same places as his lover. He could sense a restrained agility and grace in her movements that would rival many of his rangers. The only thing that marred her beauty was a vicious looking scar beneath her right eye, the flesh there a faded pink color from whatever had made the wound.

She gave him an unreadable look before she shifted in place, removing a sack that had been slung over one shoulder and dumping it on Braeth'el's desk. He noted that she was armed to the teeth with golden daggers, a red and gold spear, and some collapsible traps strapped to her red and gold belt.

He shifted in place, reaching out to take the sack's drawstrings, his voice a rumble, "What is this then?" His question was answered a moment later when severed demon heads tumbled out and onto his desk. He could see other heads in the recess of the bags; likely demonic felhunters. He looked back up at the elf, a brow perched.

"Your estate is overrun with these creatures," she replied in a musical voice. "I've taken care of them, but your own rangers need to do a better job if you don't want your manor house infiltrated. They are hunting for something or someone on this property."

Something or someone on the property... Braeth'el's suspicions were aroused, but not at the huntress and not for a topic he'd care to discuss with her. He studied her for a moment before replying, "And you want compensation for these I take it?"

The elf shrugged at him as if it didn't matter, and he found himself grinning at her boldness, "I don't really care. I hunt what needs to be hunted. Coin is always nice but I can make due without."

Braeth'el nodded; he liked this huntress immediately, "And whom do you work for?"

"I work for Quel'Thalas, for Silvermoon. I'm not 'employed' by anyone if that is what you are asking. I was a Farstrider for a time," she replied.

"I see. Well, you've certainly done us a service here, and I would certainly be willing to give you some coin as bounty. Further though, we could use a ranger of your capabilities amongst our forces. If you think you'd be interested in staying for a while, at least until the reason for this incursion is resolved, I'm authorized to hire staff for the House and estate," he replied.

She tilted her head, her hair like a golden curtain shimmering in the sunlight, her eyes boring into his unflinchingly. When she replied, he nearly laughed, "One hundred gold per week, plus accommodations and access to your armory for equipment repair as needed."

Braeth'el leaned forward and grinned, "Fifty a week, plus the rest."

"Eight-five or I will return to the woods," she countered smoothly.

Braeth'el nodded, enjoying himself, "Very well, it is agreed then. There is just one more thing..." He reached under his desk and pressed a magic rune, summoning the staff. "For security reasons we need to check you over."

She stiffened and then nodded, "Fine by me."

A moment later the door to the office opened and a black haired mage entered the room. Braeth'el nodded to him and then looked at Melsana, "Melsana, meet Rayleth. He is one of our apprentices here and he will be examining you."

Braeth'el leaned back in his chair, studying the golden-haired elf for a moment. There was not even a twitch on her face, not a hint of recognition. She merely nodded, her voice flat, "A pleasure. You're here to 'check me over' as Braeth'el just indicated?"

Braeth'el grinned; she hadn't even used his title, definitely someone to keep on staff. For his part, Rayleth merely nodded and then stuttered, "Y-yes, if you don't mind m-miss. I just need you to hold still..."

She nodded again and then stood where she was, her arms at her sides. Rayleth moved around her, leaning in close to study her face, his eyes lingering on that scar as if wondering what could cause such damage. His hands waved in the air in front of her as he chanted, magic trickling out across her. Her spear, her daggers, and the traps at her belt began to glow a brilliant blue color.

"Hmm, s-she has enchanted weapons, Master Braeth'el," Rayleth said nervously.

Braeth'el waved a dismissive hand, "Of course she does, she's a Sin'dorei. You know what we're looking for."

Rayleth nodded, stepping closer to the elf, his voice apologetic, "S-sorry I need to p-place my hands on you."

"Whatever. Just get it done would you?" Melsana rasped.

Rayleth nodded again, his hands on her shoulders, his fingers running down her arms while he chanted. He then moved to her sides, hands running down her hips. He paused for a moment, hesitating, his hands moving towards her belt as if something around her navel had attracted his attention but he didn't know what to do about it.

In all his life, Braeth'el had rarely seen someone move as fast as Melsana did. Her knee came up into Rayleth's crotch so hard and fast that he almost felt it. As Rayleth fell over, Melsana's hands grasped his hair and guided his face very un-gently towards the edge of Braeth'el's desk, the crack of his face hitting the wood echoing through the room. As Rayleth crumpled to the ground, Melsana's hands slammed on Braeth'el's desk, her voice furious, "You asked me to do a job as a huntress. I'm not working at a damned brothel for you. If that's what you think, find someone else!"

Braeth'el held up a hand to calm her, smirking in amusement as one of Rayleth's hands shakily clung to the edge of the desk, the apprentice slowly pulling himself upright. His nose was bleeding and his glasses were broken. When he spoke, it was with a wheezing wince that made Braeth'el cringe in sympathy, "S-she's got...no magic I can detect on her....other than...the weapons...."

Braeth'el nodded and then offered Melsana a smile, "You've passed our test. Congratulations, you're hired. You can meet with Andithiel, our ranger captain, for your assignment and quarters. I'll have someone show you the way."

Melsana stood upright, as if considering whether or not to walk out. After a moment she nodded, her voice clipped and sarcastic, "Fine. I will see you soon then, sir."

As she turned and strolled out of the room, stepping over the still crumpled Rayleth, Braeth'el could only chuckled to himself. That one was going to be trouble for sure, but certainly useful. And amusing.

The Huntress

*Eversong Woods, within the boundaries of Dayfire Estate*

The forest was silent, even the birdsong dulled and distant as the golden leaves of Eversong swayed in the breeze. The silence was telling, was a sign that all was not right within the forest. That creatures with no place in this world stalked through the tall brush and despoiled the fertile land beneath with their very tread.

In the silence, a pair of fel green eyes watched, looking out into the impenetrable foliage that surrounded the outer barriers of property that contained Dayfire Estate. The owner of the eyes had been motionless and silent for over an hour, her plans well laid, her traps set well in advance of the things that stalked the forest on this fine spring day. None knew she was there, although some might appreciate what she was about to do.

In the distance, a shriek rose up, abruptly cut off. The sound of a creature in mortal pain suddenly meeting its fate. It came from no throat of any denizen of Eversong though. The sound was foul, a growl of rage even in death that could only have come from the mouth of a demonic creature. Roars rose up after the initial sound faded, sounds of anger, of panic as another shriek echoed through the forest.

The owner of the fel green eyes was suddenly in motion, her lithe form darting between trees as if she were a breath of wind amongst them. Red and gold armor hugged her body, the metal artfully crafted as if by magic to hug her every curve while keeping in place and remaining silent. A gold and red stormcloak flowed out behind her as she leapt a bush, her golden hair cascading around her face as she landed with practiced ease. In her hand she carried a spear, the tip already bristling with the deadly magic enchanted within the haft, within the razor sharp metal point.

In the distance, the roars of rage turned into more shrieks as the second part of the Huntress's plan unfolded. The demonic felhunters that had entered the forest had already found her traps, and now they had found her pet. It was no beast, no creature from the forest that gave her its loyalty, instead it was a thing of magic, a manawyrm with razor sharp teeth and a pearl colored opalescence that sparkled in the light. She saw it as she cleared the last of the foliage between her and her prey, the magical creature's jaws clamped on the demonic throat of the last of the three felhunters, feeding off of its magic as the felhunter might do to a mage.

Beside it were two Eredar, their eyes wide and raging as they brought weapons up. Two more felhunters lay dead, caught in traps made of arcane magics that had torn them asunder as soon as they had closed, tiny little fires still burning around and on their corpses. One of the Eredar brought his staff up, about to cast a spell when the Huntress's spear drove through his back and out of his chest, his black, corrupt blood spattering the forest floor. The tip of the spear flared with magic, a spell within the haft sending flaming arcane power roaring through the doomed creature. He screamed, for a moment, before the spear was torn out of his back in a shower of black gore, already dead before he crumpled to upon the golden leaves on the ground.

The second Eredar growled, slashing at the Huntress with a sword before dodging away and into the forest beyond. He was no fool; he'd seen what she had done to their three felhunters, to his companion. He knew that he had to win free to call up reinforcements if his task was to be completed. For her part, the golden-haired Sin'dorei merely brought her spear up, deflecting the slash and falling back on her heel as the Eredar turned and fled. The manawyrm growled, releasing the dead felhunter and preparing to give chase when the Huntress held up her hand to silence it.

"No, Spellsong. This one is mine," the Huntress purred, her voice like a sultry song in the still forest. The thrill of the hunt was within her now. The feeling of power, of revenge against the creatures. It would not be long now before her spear drank again and the magic within it tasted another victim.

The manawyrm gave a small purring noise, turning to continue feasting on the fallen felhunter as the Huntress moved swiftly after her fleeing foe. It was clumsy, its footfalls cracking every twig, every branch. Her long, tapered ears could hear it breathing, hear its almost silent curses as the bushes seemed to claw at it, to pull it back and slow it down. She could feel it, feel its presence as a dark stain within the forest's heart, her magic drawn to it as it was to hers. They were fated to meet, had always been fated to meet, would always return to that meeting again and again it seemed, each time a little different.

She found it in a clearing a moment later, its path blocked by fallen boulders. Not enough time for it to escape it seemed. She slowed her pace, grinning as she readied her spear. The Eredar spun, sword in hand and a curse on its lips, "You cannot win here, foolish mortal! We will claim the blood that we came for, and you will die by my hands."

She said nothing, wasted no time or effort on words. She'd said enough words over the years, done enough talking. Those days were done now, were past. She didn't need to justify, to pretend, to be anything other than the Huntress, whose hand held the enchanted spear, whose body tensed as it remembered movements learned long ago.

She dove forward, and the Eredar brought its sword up. Slowly, oh so slowly. Almost too slow. The spear narrowly missed its face, grazing a gouge out of a cheek as the sound of fel-tainted steel hitting the enchanted haft of the spear rang through the clearly. The Huntress grinned; she hadn't missed, she was toying with it for a moment.

The Eredar began to chant, and her grin faded. No spells. Spells were for another distant time in the past, another place, not for this mortal dance between them. The spear swung around again, crashing into the side of its head, the enchantments on it making it move so quickly he hadn't had time to block. He stumbled sideways on his clumsy hooves, the spear's haft coming down to entrap his ankles and trip him.

As he fell to the ground, she relished in the sound of his bellowed curses, in the feel of her body, the speed and agility. It had not always been like this, and her magic had not always been put to such uses. It was fresh and new and gave her a rush the likes of which she'd not felt in forever. As he tried to rise, she brought the spear's point down, slamming into his chest and pinning him to the earth.

Black blood foamed from his mouth as he struggled there, pinned like an insect. She stood over him, graceful and triumphant, a smile gracing her lips again. He struggled to choke out words, to curse her, the sounds barely heard, "You...will not stop us....we will have them, and make them suffer....."

She glanced down at him, the sunlight beginning to dance across the clearing as a cloud moved away, the amber light glimmering on her scaled armor, on the gold, on her flowing hair. The Eredar's eyes widened for a minute as understanding dawned at the moment of his destruction, his voice a whisper now, "You... We'll come again and again....we'll have our revenge...."

She smiled, the sunlight striking her face. Glittering in her hair. Illuminating the scar on her cheek beneath her right eye, her voice a venomous hiss as she twisted the spear and ended his life, "Then I'll be here waiting for you. Forever."