Epic Intervention

Thyone's softly glowing green eyes surveyed the predicament she was in. The low drip drop of limestone imbued water off of stalactites and stalagmites came as a precariously loud noise to sensetive ears; indeed the lengthy, upward pointing ears of Sin'Dorei were one of the obvious things that set them apart from Kal'dorei, the Night Elves. Mail armor, nothing special, just things thrown together to creat a haphazard set of bodily protection that adorned her 5'7" frame, a rather motly looking brownish tint to the whole ensemble. Nothing so Grand as one of the guards in Silvermoon, but then again, she wasn't nearly as experienced as any of them. She longed to be back in Silvermoon, especially with her betrothed, Ren Brightwing. But no, she was stuck here in the Barrens. More specifically, the caverns that that foolish Night Elf Naralex had turned into a monster den. Thank you, Regent Theron, for wanting some damn samples from this horrid place. The troll mage...what was his name? Therek? Hell, he left a long time ago, after the first few raptors had attacked them. Now without a healer, her and this squabbling, pitiful excuse for a warrior (He was UNDEAD. How could he be a warrior!?) were stuck in the middle of this place. The disciple they had met earlier never warned them of this crap. He was useless, so now, it was time to get what she needed and get out of this filthy place.

Gloved hand slid back a bit of strawberry blond hair that had matted itself to her forehead, eyes watching dutifully. Three dead raptors lay on the ground a few yards ahead of them, thankfully the warrior had some ability. She could take the damage, as a Paladin, but their friend couldn't. He unfortunately had gone to join the Spirit Healer, the poor troll a victim of his friends cowardice. There stood her target, along with two problems. The sample she needed was from Lady Anacondra. Two raptors..Deviate Guardians, from the color of their scales, stood vigilant guard over their mistress. She elbowed the undead guy. Vertris? Yeah, that was his..its? name. "Alright..Vertris..We'll go and..Hey!" She suppressed a squeal of fright when she saw he had no head...it was clattering around him from her earlier elbow! She reached down, thankful to the sunwell she had gloves on, and grabbed the head, tossing it in the bodies hand with a shudder. GROSS. "Alright..you ok?" When he nodded, adjusting...himself...she informed him of her great plan. "You go over and take out The first raptor. I'll take the other. If we do it quick enough, we'll have a chance to take her before she summons more. Ready?" He nodded, jaw clattering. He didn't have a tongue..he couldn't talk, and he wasn't very strong, but he had stuck by her. She could give him that.

Brandishing his hand axe, and her her Sin'dorei sword, they dashed forward in unison. She had no problems taking out her target...The raptor fell with a few well placed sword strokes to the throat. Seeing Vertris had the other well in Hand, so to speak...(It had his ARM.) She turned to Anacondra. She hissed evilly in her direction, sending a chill down her spine, the serpentlord slashing with unpredictable swings of her tattered sword. She watched each movement, unable to attack because of the wild frenzy assaulting her. Thyone glanced over..Vertris had his axe still, and was trying to get his arm from the beast. Would be comical if she wasn't fighting for her life. Vertris noticed her plight, and stopped chasing the beast long enough to throw a rock..was he crazy? at Anacondras hed. it missed, of course, smacking into her shoulder. It halted her for a bit of a second, but that was all Thyone needed, bringing the dulling sword up to slide into the Serpentlords throat, dark crimson life blood spurting from the wound because of the pressure, spraying on her pretty face; the only reminder that Anacondra had once been a normal being. Well..what counted as normal in this world.

She dislodged the blade from the fallen abomination, and turned to her partner. Vertris had succeeded in his goal, and was busy putting himself back together. She cringed when she heard the snap, and he gave her a lopsided grin. She shook her head with a smile and turned to Anacondra, kneeling down slowly to see what she could find. Naralex had given his main followers...now the serpent lords...phials of the moonwell. Being Kal'dorei, they needed to keep themselves powered in these harsh lands. She understood that, her own addiction to the arcane growing in hunger again. She'd drain something in a bit. She found the Phial she was searching for, as well as a piece of her armor to take as a trophy..a rather snazzy looking belt. Snapping the belt around her waist, and slipping the phial in the same pocket, she stood, brushing herself off. "Alright Vertris. Lets get out of this creepy place. He responded with a clack filled nod, and she turned just as she heard, and felt, heavy footsteps approaching.

It didn't take much, it seemed. Vertris exploded in a shower of bone, the angry head clattering out obscenities that it couldn't voice. "Vertris! Oh..my..." She looked up. A deviate shambler!? Where did THIS thing come from! She knew they were deeper in the caverns, but when had this one popped up? What, was it Ninja Shambler or something!? A serpent lord didn't send this..something else must have. She didn't have m uch time to contemplate, the beast raising a large fist, swatting the blood elf to the side like a fly, her body hitting one of the rock jutting from the floor. She screamed in pain...definantly a few broken ribs. She hoped her lung wasn't punctured. She wheezed, gasping for air, her sword nowhere to be seen. She watched as the shambler headed for her, blackness threatening her vision. Struggling to stay awake, she felt more running footsteps; probably more shamblers come to do whatever to her. She sighed, groaning in pain, lifting herself to sit against the rock. She coughed up blood, red fluid sliding down her chin. This was it.

Apparently, those footsteps weren't of a shambler. They weren't even a monster. Not to her at least. She had always looked ont he Taurens with distaste...their way of life, their peaceful but brutal ways. They were certainly ones to be feared, yet they could be so kind. He was like a dream, the towering heap of muscle and leather armor running headlong into the shambler, gleeming black horns that pointed straight outward tilting with a large body, shoulder pauldrons striking the shambler, dislodging it from its palce as if it were paper. Dual swords hung on his belt. Was that a wingblade? She coughed up more blood and looked over, watching as the shambler slid down to the ground, dead as Vertris. Well, not quite THAT dead. A white wolf bounded in after, taking the raptor that had just come along by the throat, killing it instantly by ripping its throat out. Fading vision beheld her savior before turning down. Vertris head sat by her thigh, looking up at her with what seemed like..concern? Heh. She smiled, taking his head and pulling it into her lap. He had stuck by her, at least. She groaned in pain as she felt herself being lifted off the ground by strong, massive...furry? arms. The last thing she saw was the face of the young, though far stronger and more experienced, Tauren that had come to help...probably too late, but the same. She hoped he'd find the scroll ordering her here in her belt. She smiled softly, then let the darkness overtake her.