Duality Risen
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+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
5,223
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own World of Warcraft. I do not make any money from this story.
Ten
Ten
For a city that had suffered so much damage, Silvermoon seemed to be thriving. Children ran freely in the streets, something that hadn’t been done for years after Arthas tore through on his way to the Sunwell, and people spoke easily about topics that would’ve gotten them killed.
For Chairon, it was a simple but boring existence.
That wasn’t to say there was a shortage of tasks for a rogue such as he. The guild was almost always involved in one political assassination or another, ferrying precious cargo back and forth from holding to holding, or escorting someone in need of a shadow guard as well as a guard meant for the open road. Still, Chairon, raised as a killer for hire since the day he’d been born, often found those tasks boring. He longed for adventure, for a challenge.
“You must be Chairon.”
The blonde-haired rogue unfolded from his window seat to look at the newcomer, his lightly mana-touched green eyes narrowing just a bit as he smiled in that dangerous way. “If I am, then you must be my contact, mister warlock.”
The stranger lifted an elegant white brow. “Could tell that right off, could you?”
“I’ve had years of practice. Besides, you reek of arcane.”
“Bluntly put. I could kill you for that.”
“You could.” Chairon said lightly. “But if you’d intended to kill me for my attitude, we still wouldn’t be talking.” The young rogue gestured to a chair. “You wanted a rogue so here I am.”
The warlock smiled. “Little boy, you play dangerous games.” But he sat, eyes focused on Chairon’s face. Chairon simply shrugged, as if he didn’t particularly care. He sat forward, elbows on his knees, chin propped on his folded fists, and he waited for his client to put the deal before him. The warlock smiled, and Chairon felt a distinct flavour of cruelty in the air. “I’ve asked around, and they say you’re the best at assassinations.”
“Mm. They’d better watch what they say.” Chairon murmured. “I’m good at what I do, mister warlock.”
“Precisely.” The warlock reached onto his robes and withdrew a sack of gold coins. “Full pay, up front. I’ll leave the details to you, but there’s a certain orc I’d like to have disposed of.”
Chairon’s eyes flicked to the cloth sack, then back to the warlock’s face. “An orc? He sleep with your woman or something?”
The warlock chuckled. “He’s following me, you see, and will become a generous thorn in my side unless he’s dealt with. He’s outlived his usefulness.”
“I see.” Chairon canted his head and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, he leaned back with a smile. “I would’ve thought with your power and abilities, you could take care of him yourself.”
“While this is true, it isn’t as exciting. Besides, little rogue, it’s my assignment or a lovely tour of the Ghostlands escorting some idiot mage.”
Chairon’s smile was blank. “Do you have a time frame?”
“Not really. Just try to kill him before the game ends, hm?”
Chairon reached to pick up the sack of gold. “I like games.”
Aljei leaned back in his chair and smiled at the young rogue. “I know you do.”
For a city that had suffered so much damage, Silvermoon seemed to be thriving. Children ran freely in the streets, something that hadn’t been done for years after Arthas tore through on his way to the Sunwell, and people spoke easily about topics that would’ve gotten them killed.
For Chairon, it was a simple but boring existence.
That wasn’t to say there was a shortage of tasks for a rogue such as he. The guild was almost always involved in one political assassination or another, ferrying precious cargo back and forth from holding to holding, or escorting someone in need of a shadow guard as well as a guard meant for the open road. Still, Chairon, raised as a killer for hire since the day he’d been born, often found those tasks boring. He longed for adventure, for a challenge.
“You must be Chairon.”
The blonde-haired rogue unfolded from his window seat to look at the newcomer, his lightly mana-touched green eyes narrowing just a bit as he smiled in that dangerous way. “If I am, then you must be my contact, mister warlock.”
The stranger lifted an elegant white brow. “Could tell that right off, could you?”
“I’ve had years of practice. Besides, you reek of arcane.”
“Bluntly put. I could kill you for that.”
“You could.” Chairon said lightly. “But if you’d intended to kill me for my attitude, we still wouldn’t be talking.” The young rogue gestured to a chair. “You wanted a rogue so here I am.”
The warlock smiled. “Little boy, you play dangerous games.” But he sat, eyes focused on Chairon’s face. Chairon simply shrugged, as if he didn’t particularly care. He sat forward, elbows on his knees, chin propped on his folded fists, and he waited for his client to put the deal before him. The warlock smiled, and Chairon felt a distinct flavour of cruelty in the air. “I’ve asked around, and they say you’re the best at assassinations.”
“Mm. They’d better watch what they say.” Chairon murmured. “I’m good at what I do, mister warlock.”
“Precisely.” The warlock reached onto his robes and withdrew a sack of gold coins. “Full pay, up front. I’ll leave the details to you, but there’s a certain orc I’d like to have disposed of.”
Chairon’s eyes flicked to the cloth sack, then back to the warlock’s face. “An orc? He sleep with your woman or something?”
The warlock chuckled. “He’s following me, you see, and will become a generous thorn in my side unless he’s dealt with. He’s outlived his usefulness.”
“I see.” Chairon canted his head and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, he leaned back with a smile. “I would’ve thought with your power and abilities, you could take care of him yourself.”
“While this is true, it isn’t as exciting. Besides, little rogue, it’s my assignment or a lovely tour of the Ghostlands escorting some idiot mage.”
Chairon’s smile was blank. “Do you have a time frame?”
“Not really. Just try to kill him before the game ends, hm?”
Chairon reached to pick up the sack of gold. “I like games.”
Aljei leaned back in his chair and smiled at the young rogue. “I know you do.”