Epic Intervention

Cast of characters (So Far):

Thyone(Thee-Own-Eh): Blood elf Paladin who got in way over her head in the Wailing Caverns.

Vertris: The only remaining member of Thyone's party.

Mysterious Tauren: Tauren that saved Thyone from death in WC.







Chapter 2: Dusty Meeting - Crossroads: The Barrens









*Cough* "Wha...Bleh!" *Cough*"...God...where...owww!" Her body tensed in pain as she tried moving. The pain that seemed to come with each breath never subsided, in fact; it was there to stay. Parched tongue tried licking over her pale lips, only to withdraw until adequate moisture was added. Pink muscle slid out once more. She tasted the faint, bitter tinge of soap...lavender? that was on the bottom of her lip. At any other time, she would have never done so, but she was glad to be able to taste, to smell. Even the dust that covered every inch of the Barrens was welcome at this moment. As her vision went from cloudy, to dark, then back again, she became aware of a softness under her. A bed. Crudely made, as with everything else here, but Silvermoon had a hard time competing with the comfort this thing afforded. Her armor was also gone; her cotton shirt the only thing covering her curvyform. She tried to sit up, but the searing pain in her ribs halted this, along with the bony hand on her shoulder. Through her wince of pain she saw a familiar (If ugly) face: Vertris. He clattered happily when she turned her head to him, waving a hand to the massive, still cloudy figure on the other side of the room.



The ground shook as he approached, a gentle giant, grey eyes, though small in his large head, were at least readable..they were bright. She liked that. Horns were a bit unusual in Taurens, as his grew strait out. They were pointed up enough for him to use peripheral vision, and maybe, if he was cautious, even still be good in bed -HEY. She shook her head to erase the though. Bad move, her vision swimming and she had to close her eyes, a retching feeling entering her stomach, like that 'I'm sick but I'm not' feeling in ones gut. A massive hand tilted her small head to the side, pushing some of the...clean? Wha? strawberry blond hair from her face. How his hands could be so big, but so gentle, she didn't know. But she liked it. "Who " *cough* *Throat clear* " Who...are you..?" She managed weakly, the pain in her lungs was still there, but not as bad. She heard what she thought was an amused *Hmph*, but it didn't matter. Hand went under her chin, tilting her head back. He coaxed her small mouth open, and began feeding her a dark red liquid. It tasted strange; she almost gagged, but stopped. Not like she could do anything to stop it, really. It tasted of flowers...he was a potion maker? She let the liquid seep down her throat. He released her, and she coughed phlegmatically, a horrid hock that made Vertris wince. The Tauren chuckled, deep voice playing in her pointy ears. He placed a hand over her face, then pulled back. Her vision blurred and she fell back into darkness.



Ardennes watched as the blood elf fell back asleep. The side effect of using a freshly made healing potion meant for a Tauren on a smaller being. He turned to the undead one. "She'll be fine." He said confidently, massive body turning on black hooves to lope back over to the table he sat at. On it sat a mixer, pretty much a stone bowl and pasting rod, a few plants scattered across the worn, brown surface. Bruiseweed, Briarthorn..yeah. he didn't have enough for another. Well, at least she was clear of any major damage. "I need to find a priest..Where is Khine?" Head turned just as the massive wolf came padding in, tongue lolling out in his usual fashion, a well carved staff stuck in his mouth. He placed his hand on the animals head. Khine was a white Ghostpaw wolf from Ashenvale, he had tamed him not too long ago, but they were good friends; the massive wolf had saved him a number of times. He began scooping his herbs back into his bag, one of many, in fact, that adorned him. He tied the leather pouch off onto his belt, and turned just as a priest entered. The troll looked flustered. "'Ey mon, whats da idea'avin that mutt run off wit me stuff ah?" Long, gangly, muscled arms rested on thin hips as he watched the tauren, breath heaving between the two yellowing mouth tusks he sported. Red hair and a Blue body, along with the tattoo's on his arm, marked him as a Darkspear. They seemed to be making a comeback, hm? "It was the fastest way I knew to get your slow self here Kol'Tam. All this time you've known me, has he ever bit?" The troll considered for a moment, then shrugged, grabbing his staff. "Yah, ah suppose, now gimme staff back ya moongrel!" His thick accent as he spoke in common made him chuckle every time, and this time was no exception. Khine let the staff loose, not at the apex so he would fall, but he did stumble a bit. "Well, now that I have you here..." The troll regarded the pretty blood elf for a moment. "She's ah cute thin ah? Gonna 'av yerself some fun tonight?" The tauren looked blank for a moment, as if he actually considered it, then snapped back to reality. "No. I was able to heal the major stuff, but a few of her ribs are still broken and she's got a massive headache." The troll nodded, staff raised as a hand hovered over her ribs. The room was bathed in light, ribs mending, flesh healing.



She awoke with a start, eyelids fluttering open to reveal soft green...actually, alluring, eyes. Like a few other races in the world, hers had a ambient glow to them. Head shifted to the side and she spied two figures sitting at a table, conversing. A troll...and the tauren from earlier. She sat up, grunts of effort wracking her. She was still weak. Exhausted, yes, but not hurt. The troll had to be a priest, his cloth vestments and unique staff told her instantly. The big, white, fluffy? wolf that sat dutifully beside the Tauren marked him as a hunter. Although she could have mistaken him for a warrior, what with the amount of brute force and sheer strength he displayed in dealing with those creatures-WAIT. She looked around, and sighed happily. Her equipment was bundled nicely on top of her armor, belt and all. The wolf was the first to spy her, giving a cute whine and padding over to her, laying its large head on her lap. She was hesitant at first, hand reaching down. She finally made contact, the plushy fur was wonder to the touch, as if he were the embodiment of fuzzy itself. She found herself scratching the large ears and giggling, which alerted the others. Vertris jumped up with glee and she grinned at the undead warrior. She'd give him a hug if he weren't so...dead? Well, those things came in time. "Ey mon, she's awake." The Tauren nodded slightly. "Yeah. Pretty quick, too. It's only been a day." The two stood and moved over to her, the gangling troll examining her when he came close. "She's all good. Pret-ty good work, if'n ah do say so me self." Triumphant cross of the arms and she giggled, bringing a hand to her mouth out of habitual politeness. "Good to see you awake. You took quite a beating." Eyes turned downcast to the two blades at his hips. That blade could be a nice part of her inventory. Not wanting to stre too long, she looked back up to her savior.



"So...you're the one who...saved me?" Prideful as she was, she hated to think of having to be saved, but hey, things happened. He nodded slowly. "And your friend too. Took a while to put him back together." He chuckled, a low, rapturous bass. "But it was amusing. How do you feel?" She contemplated for a second, cheeks turning pink against her light, peachy skin. "Well....I. Thanks. Thank you, I mean." She mentally slapped herself for stammering like that, but he waved it off, nodding sagely. "Do you have a name, blood elf?" She rubbed her head slightly, still a bit embarrassed. "Thyone...And yours..?" He smiled down at her. The troll bowed. "I be Kol'Tam. And dis hulking excuse fer a sentient bein' be..." "Ardennes. Pleasure to meet you."