Duality Risen
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+S through Z › World of Warcraft
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Adult ++
Chapters:
25
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
5,221
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own World of Warcraft. I do not make any money from this story.
Eight
Eight
The weather had changed drastically over Thunder Bluff, thick sheets of rain pounding down on the roofs, almost drowning out the roar of thunder and the flash of lightning. Nolay let the hide door fall back into place and moved back to the fire where Peritali sat, the troll staring into the flames as though she could see something.
Nolay hadn’t been the only one to sense something was wrong. The other druids in her order, especially her masters, had felt what she had.
And they’d all witnessed a young apprentice warlock throw herself from Thunder Bluff’s highest rise, screaming something about revenge. There hadn’t been much of the poor girl left to send back to her family.
Nolay paced because she was restless. Both she and Peritali, along with countless other youngsters, had been ordered to remain in Thunder Bluff while the elders discussed the situation and sought more information. The young Tauren knew she had to do something before some brave adventurers decided to get up and defeat it after it had murdered countless innocents.
Peritali shifted, and sat back from the fire, her pale blue-green face looking drawn. The troll tugged at the tail her hair was up in, a nervous gesture. Nolay moved to kneel beside her best friend and put a hand on her shoulder. Peritali placed her hand over Nolay’s and sighed.
“D’ere’s not much I could see,” she confessed, “but what I DID see, what de spirits let me see, is frightenin’.”
Nolay canted her head. “What did you see?”
Peritali swallowed. “Destruction. Death. Somethin’ dangerous got released and de path of dat somethin’ be crossin’ wit’ ours. But we ain’t alone, Nolay. D’ere are seven o’der paths crossed wit’ ours. Dey be in Silvermoon.”
“Silvermoon?”
Peritali shrugged. “I only be repeatin’ what de spirits tell me, Nolay. We can’t be sittin’ and waitin’ now.”
Nolay frowned, pulling back from the shaman to stare into the fire that would tell her nothing. They had to go, the spirits said. But could they get past the elevator guards? And the rain made visibility almost nothing.
“Nolay.” Peritali shifted, rose, and began packing two bags. “We can’t wait. De decision’s been made.”
“Right.” Nolay rose and moved to help her friend, pulling a pair of musty oilskin cloaks from a trunk. She handed one to Peritali and drew on her own. “It’d be easier if we could fly.”
Peritali smirked. “We take de zeppelin to Orgrimmar, and from dere to Undercity. De Orb of Translocation will get us into de sin’dorei city.”
Nolay shivered. “I hate zeppelins.”
“It’s dat or on foot, and we have an ocean to cross.”
“For which we could take a ship.”
Peritali smiled. “True enough. An’ den whoever we’re supposed to cross paths with could be gone.”
The druid crossed her arms and glowered at the troll shaman. “Why do you have to be so practical?”
“Because I’m a Darkspear, mon. De voodoo is what we do.” Peritali replied with a wider smile. “Now, let’s go. De rain will give us cover an’ by de time anyone realizes we’re gone, we’ll be halfway dere.”
“I hope you’re right, Peri.” Nolay said as the pair headed out into the rain. “I hope you’re right.”
The weather had changed drastically over Thunder Bluff, thick sheets of rain pounding down on the roofs, almost drowning out the roar of thunder and the flash of lightning. Nolay let the hide door fall back into place and moved back to the fire where Peritali sat, the troll staring into the flames as though she could see something.
Nolay hadn’t been the only one to sense something was wrong. The other druids in her order, especially her masters, had felt what she had.
And they’d all witnessed a young apprentice warlock throw herself from Thunder Bluff’s highest rise, screaming something about revenge. There hadn’t been much of the poor girl left to send back to her family.
Nolay paced because she was restless. Both she and Peritali, along with countless other youngsters, had been ordered to remain in Thunder Bluff while the elders discussed the situation and sought more information. The young Tauren knew she had to do something before some brave adventurers decided to get up and defeat it after it had murdered countless innocents.
Peritali shifted, and sat back from the fire, her pale blue-green face looking drawn. The troll tugged at the tail her hair was up in, a nervous gesture. Nolay moved to kneel beside her best friend and put a hand on her shoulder. Peritali placed her hand over Nolay’s and sighed.
“D’ere’s not much I could see,” she confessed, “but what I DID see, what de spirits let me see, is frightenin’.”
Nolay canted her head. “What did you see?”
Peritali swallowed. “Destruction. Death. Somethin’ dangerous got released and de path of dat somethin’ be crossin’ wit’ ours. But we ain’t alone, Nolay. D’ere are seven o’der paths crossed wit’ ours. Dey be in Silvermoon.”
“Silvermoon?”
Peritali shrugged. “I only be repeatin’ what de spirits tell me, Nolay. We can’t be sittin’ and waitin’ now.”
Nolay frowned, pulling back from the shaman to stare into the fire that would tell her nothing. They had to go, the spirits said. But could they get past the elevator guards? And the rain made visibility almost nothing.
“Nolay.” Peritali shifted, rose, and began packing two bags. “We can’t wait. De decision’s been made.”
“Right.” Nolay rose and moved to help her friend, pulling a pair of musty oilskin cloaks from a trunk. She handed one to Peritali and drew on her own. “It’d be easier if we could fly.”
Peritali smirked. “We take de zeppelin to Orgrimmar, and from dere to Undercity. De Orb of Translocation will get us into de sin’dorei city.”
Nolay shivered. “I hate zeppelins.”
“It’s dat or on foot, and we have an ocean to cross.”
“For which we could take a ship.”
Peritali smiled. “True enough. An’ den whoever we’re supposed to cross paths with could be gone.”
The druid crossed her arms and glowered at the troll shaman. “Why do you have to be so practical?”
“Because I’m a Darkspear, mon. De voodoo is what we do.” Peritali replied with a wider smile. “Now, let’s go. De rain will give us cover an’ by de time anyone realizes we’re gone, we’ll be halfway dere.”
“I hope you’re right, Peri.” Nolay said as the pair headed out into the rain. “I hope you’re right.”