Breaking Moonbrook

    




     The next morning the girls rose to an exhausted looking Veyros; Decktire and Citlali looked at each other in silent communication.


     "Hey Cit. Did you see our company while you were attending to your base needs?"


     Citlali had the decency to blush. "They will be meeting up at Moonbrook, in the old schoolhouse, they said."


     Deck sighed and turned, looking Veyros over. "Didn't you sleep last night?"


     He glared hard. "No one else set the watch." Deck blinked.


     "That's what the Blueberry was doing... he doesn't -need- sleep..."


     "I do not trust your demon."


     Citlali and Deck looked at each other again, this time in worry. "Vey..I'm sorry.."


     "My name is Veyros. Do not use silly nicknames with me."


     Decktire flinched, then glared at Veyros. “Would you rather me call you dumbass? Oh! Or maybe no-brain! That sounds like a good one to me, how about you Cit?”


     Veyros growled and stalked over to the warlock, his face close to hers.


     Decktire couldn't help but be turned on by the raw anger he presented. She always had a weak spot for draenei men, as feral as they looked. She grit her teeth and refused to back down.


     “You have a very annoying way of addressing those that would aid you.”


     “Oh please! You won't let yourself trust me. Maybe if you let go of your paladin chains and embraced all things -natural- you wouldn't walk around like you stuffed your hammer up your ass!”


     Veyros growled and gripped Decktire's arm, causing Citlali to step in herself.


     “You two, step away from each other.” Neither of the two would look away from each other, but Veyros did release his grip on Decktire.


     “There is nothing natural about you, warlock.” He grabbed his gear and moved purposefully towards his mount.


     Veyros remained aloof and distrusting the whole time, even when they came upon what looked to be the ghost town of Moonbrook.


     Deck was the first to dismount, pulling her Void walker up to her, and speaking to him in demonic, sending him towards one of the Defias mages that blocked the road, following shortly after with a bolt of shadow.


     Citlali dismounted, smiling, clearly glad to have a distraction from the awkward cloud that had settled on the three.


     Veyros took a deep breath, trying to wake himself back up, and ran in, smashing into the poor already weakened mage's head with his mace, killing her instantly.


     He looked down at the broken body, then over to the warlock, glaring at her before moving forward, finding his next quarry.


     Deck leaned back to speak with Cit while letting her Void walker phase out in favor of her Imp, who complained about having to do anything. "Damn. I think I might have actually gone a bit -too- far this morning."


     Cit nodded slowly. "And now he is taking it out on the Defias. We might want to step lightly around him for a while."


     Deck readily agreed and went back to aiding him, though she really didn't need to do much of anything. When they finally made it to the schoolhouse, Deck nearly had to drag the raging paladin into the building before any more Defias wandered out to see them.


     He was breathing heavily, his eyes glazed over from the stress. He pulled his arm from her hand angrily, and moved his mace to rest across the shoulders.


     Decktire opened her mouth to begin her apology, but the yawning of a cat and the sounds of movement made her turn, her hand bursting into flame in preparation of another fight.


     Citlali moved further into the building, greeting two night elves who sat inside, looking on the proceedings with amusement and worry.


     "He is the one who will lead us?" The female rogue asked.


     Deck sighed and left him at the door, walking in and falling to her butt, the imp gratefully moving over to the small fire they had built in the middle of the decimated room. "He's working on no sleep. I think we should rest up and let him sleep tonight before heading into the Dead mines." The Paladin dropped his mace on the floor next to Decktire, giving her a steady glare before kneeling next to the fire as well, not speaking to anyone.


     Decktire just sighed and rummaged through her backpack for more food supplies, setting up cooking dinner for everyone, in spite of Veyros' stern refusal.


     "Look Veyros, even if we're just working together in this one instance, You -have- to trust I'm not going to kill, contaminate, or otherwise harm you through poisoning or potions. I'd be more likely to take a direct approach and blow you up."


     He blinked, snorting, but continued to refuse her food.


     She finally gave up and passed it off the Night elf male, Voldros, who ate it readily, passing his own meal off to his great night saber pet.


     Veyros looked over at the two night elves. "How did you come to know these two?" Voldros blinked and looked over at Citlali, then Sylane. "Well, it was through Decktire. She was.. um.. having a disagreement with our arch druid-"


     Decktire coughed loudly to stop that train of conversation. "Cit and I were in Darnassus, bumped into them. Hit it off, and we join up to do really hard battles. S'all."


     Veyros narrowed his eyes at Deck's interruption, but said nothing and moved over to his packs. "You said we will rest tonight? Who will draw first watch?"


     Deck pleaded silently with Voldros, who raised an eyebrow. "I will." he finally said, crossing his arms over his chest.


     "And Decktire, We all know you intended no harm while-"


     Decktire cut Voldros off again. "It's not important. I just don't want to think about that time right now. Always sets me off." She looked longingly towards the outside. "I might go and work off some steam... if I don't return before dusk..."


     Everyone but Veyros nodded at her, already knowing.


     Deck nodded herself and summoned another demon, this one a succubus. "Kay Bry. Let's go cause some chaos." Bryora, the succubus, grinned widely and wiggled her hips. Her way of showing eagerness. The two left shortly after.


     Citlali was already curled up, looking over at first the area where Decktire left with her succubus, then the two night elves almost longingly.


     Sylane smirked and sauntered over to where Citlali lay, curling up next to her, rubbing the female draenei's back slowly and purring before wrapping arms around her, the two falling asleep entwined.


     Veyros blinked at the interaction from where he lay down, looking up and over at the hunter. "The warlock's gone.. Tell me, what -really- happened?"



     It was still full daylight out while Deck and her succubus snuck along the side the schoolhouse, intending on stealth, but not really achieving it. The first acknowledgment of this came when the frost bolt hit Decktire in the back, her teeth and joints locking up.




     Bryora was already on it though, her whip flashing quickly though the mid-afternoon air and catching the woman on the side of her face, blood pouring from the welts soon after. Decktire cast several curses in quick succession while the mage was bringing another spell to her hands which was akin to fire, and fire, thankfully, Decktire could handle.




     Shadow congealing in the Warlock's hands, she muttered off the spell almost lightning quick, the force of the spell hit the mage in the chest, the girl doubling over with the strain the dark magics were coursing on her body. It wasn't too much longer and she was down, Decktire leaning up against the side of the building, pulling her bandages out and wrapping up both the areas where her flesh was burnt, and where she scratched at her skin, drawing blood to fuel some of her more powerful spells.


     She sighed and looked around the side of the building. < I'm going to summon the Void walker, Don't be offended. > Bryora smirked. < Of course not, Mistress. He has the skills I lack. of course... I have skills no one you've ever met have, I'm sure. >


     Decktire raised an eyebrow. < Tell that to Citlali next time you're around her, kay? I'm sure she'd have something to say to that. >




     < The Female? Oh she is -fun-! When will you let me play with her again? >


     Decktire shook her head, retreating to common as she pulled out a faintly glowing pink crystal from a dark black pouch at her side, smiling apologetically. "When I know she can handle it." She crushed the fragile gem in her hand, the energy released enough that she could send Bryora back to the Twisting Nether, and bring her Void walker out into the realm of the living. "C'mon blueberry. You and I have some fighting to do." He nodded, spoke nothing, but moved forward, the poorly hiding Defias rogue no match for the duo.




     "That was really all that happened?" Veyros asked, surprised and confused at the reason for the warlock to interrupt.


     Voldros shrugged and looked over at his mate and Citlali, sleeping comfortably. "That's all that I remember, really. Syl and I didn't show up till right at the end though, so I do not know what she did to cause the Arch-Druid to come down from his tree. It obviously upsets her through, so we do not strive to dig into it. Now, it is my turn to question, How did -you- get mixed up with these two?"


     Veyros sighed and leaned back, looking at the two sleeping women. "I met them at the outskirts of Westfall. I had been coming over this way, as I was told it was easier than traveling the Redridge route. Along with the noises about rewards for the execution of VanCleef..." He left it hanging, the Hunter nodding knowingly, and Veyros continued. "These two are an, what is the word? Strange, not normal."


     "Enigma, I would guess."


     Veyros nodded at the correction. "Yes, Enigma. I have never seen another like Citlali, and the warlock-"


     Voldros held up a hand. "Decktire. Though she will go by the title 'human', thanks to Citlali. Calling her warlock just sets her off."




     The Draenei raised an eyebrow. "It is surprising, as she seemed so adamant that she would not change being what she is."


     Voldros shrugged. "I don't know what goes on in her mind. All I do know is she's loyal to us, and has a knack of getting into trouble when she is with Citlali." Voldros looked over at Citlali, smiling softly.




     Veyros nodded and thought to himself, then yawned.




     "Get some rest Paladin, I've got watch, and you have had no sleep." the Paladin nodded and rolled back into his own bed sheet, falling asleep quickly after.



     By the time Veyros awoke again, Decktire had returned, and was curled up next to the fire.




     The female night elf, Sylane had taken Voldros' place, and the hunter had taken hers, spooning Citlali in sleep. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking over at the rogue in question. She raised an eyebrow and shrugged a shoulder.




     Vey shook his head and searched through his pack for more jerky, flinching back when Decktire sat straight up.


     "Someone's coming." She grabbed her dagger and woke Vold and Cit, Veyros looking on in confusion.




     Sylane stamped out the fire, and pulled Veyros over to the side where everyone was hiding, weapons at the ready.


     "What is going on? How did-" Veyros was shushed by everyone as someone stumbled through the doorway. It was another adventurer.


     "Geez. What are you doing here?!" Deck whispered harshly.


     The person blinked and looked back at them. "I was told to come here. Said something about this Stalvan guy was here. Don't worry, None of those Defias goons followed me. They stay away from this place, with good reason."


     The person, a mage, by appearance, moved through the room. "You didn't see anything- Ah!" He moved to what looked like an old footlocker, and pulled it open.


     Suddenly the room temperature dropped noticeably, and the party that had been hiding out here all looked to each other in worry as what sounded like a ghostly moan filtered through the room. The mage who had opened the locker stepped back.




     "Well.. I guess you chaps can handle it from here- Hey!" The hem of the mage's robe was being tugged by an invisible force as the banshee phased into the room. "Tell your demon to let me go you worthless pile of crap!"




     Decktire grinned and stood in the doorway. The Banshee looked around the room, then settled her eye-less sockets on the mage, who was still holding the letter.




     "Let the Legend of Stalvan rest!" She screamed, turning her bony fingers onto the mage, casting a curse upon him that seemed to weaken him greatly.


     "Damn you, Warlock!" He groaned as he tried to call frost to his hands as the rest of her group moved forward, bringing her down quickly enough, and only once did anyone get turned into a sheep.


     When they were able to turn the night saber back to herself, only her dignity spurned, Decktire turned back to the mage and grabbed him roughly by the collar. "Look here you little shit. I don't take curses for no one who wouldn't expect to take curses for me. She was -Your- problem, You had to deal with the consequences. Got it?"


     He snarled and pulled himself from her hand, spitting on the ground. "I don't know who you think you are, Demon fucker, but don't think I'm impressed."




     She brought a flare of shadow to her hand. "Want to try that again mage?"


     He frowned, seeming to look past her, and turned, running out the door.


     Decktire sighed and slumped. "Good riddance. Well, now that we're all awake, shall we?" She turned around to see Cit, Vold, and Syl standing behind her menacingly. "Oh C'mon guys, you know I could have handled him!"




     They faked innocence while Vey looked on, his mood towards the human warlock softening.