Duality Risen
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
5,222
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own World of Warcraft. I do not make any money from this story.
Nine
Nine
Raichlos hated warm weather. It sped up the decay of his body for one, and it made flies look at him as dinner, for two. It sucked like hell and the priest was barely into the heart of Eversong Forest. Silvermoon lay more than a mile ahead.
Raichlos glowered at the grasses beneath his feet. He grumbled the entire time, but it was his fault really. He’d elected to walk from Tranquillien to Silvermoon rather than take a bat. Hawstrider. Whatever. Even being dead, his stomach still rolled at the thought of the dragonhawk’s ungainly up-and-down motion. It was like being on a rather choppy ocean, in a tiny skiff, and if you leaned too far in either direction you’d tumble off into the dark churning water.
Or in this case, into the Dead Scar.
So Raichlos chose to walk, and it was by great misfortune that he came across a rather odd group of a human, a draenei, a kal’dorei, and an orc.
“This is a strange kind of orgy, isn’t it?” Raichlos asked in that monotone voice, startling the paladin to her feet.
The orc just shrugged. “Only you couldn’t pay me enough.”
“Mm. The human looks fine enough, but the draenei looks a bit too bony. And the elf looks about as straight as a coiled snake.”
The kal’dorei’s eyes narrowed. The orc smirked. “He’s an eunuch,” he said in Orcish.
Raichlos smirked. “So you say. Have you inspected the merchandise?”
“I sort of trust what I’ve been told.”
The human female glowered at both Horde operatives. “In Common, if you don’t mind.”
The orc rolled his eyes. “It’s odd to see a Forsaken this far north.”
“Odd to see an orc traveling with Alliance, too.” Raichlos counted. “You come through the Thalassian Pass?”
“Straight up the fucking Dead Scar.” The orc affirmed.
“Our destination is Silvermoon.” The mage interjected. “Yours, priest?”
“A mighty coincidence,” Raichlos muttered. “I’m going to Silvermoon myself.”
“Why?”
Raichlos stared at the draenei. “I’m Horde. It’s a Horde city. Why do you go to Ironforge or Stormwind?”
The paladin stomped her hoof and glowered back at the undead priest. Raichlos looked away from her and back to the orc. “You’re aware of what’s been happening then?”
The orc’s face betrayed little surprise. “What’s been happening?”
Raichlos shrugged. “Oh, you know, the usual. Warlocks screaming as though they’re being torn apart before killing themselves.” His milky eyes focused on the way the human woman flinched. Then he looked back to the warrior. “You know why, don’t you.”
The orc almost squirmed. “You ever hear of Aljei?”
Raichlos frowned. Then he shook his head a negative. The orc launched into his tale, recounting what had happened – what he’d done – and Raichlos very much wanted to call the warrior a fucking idiot. And he did. With varying degrees of creativity. The priest finally shook his head, rubbing his chin as Mardruk finished his story. “And from there, you met these three.”
“Cassidia, Tyrrandal, and Serasin.” Mardruk introduced them. In Orcish he said, “Three pains in my ass and the draenei wants to kill me.”
“Who doesn’t?” Raichlos muttered to himself. “So you, Mardruk, are the reason why perfectly sane warlocks are committing suicide? How delightful.”
“Hey,” Cassidia snapped, “why don’t you help instead of just gloat?”
“Because I like gloating? And it isn’t my problem.” Raichlos said. “Out of whatever noble need you Alliance desire, you’re helping that idiot. I don’t have to.”
“Mm. But how long before Aljei stops targeting warlocks and goes after priests?” The kal’dorei, Tyrrandal, asked. He calmly stroked his lion’s chin. “True, their powers come from the Light, but for a powerful warlock like Aljei, don’t you think he’d find a way around that?”
Raichlos shot Tyr a dirty look. “Suppose I say I’d rather take my chances, what’ll you do then?”
“Nothing. We can’t force you to save your own ass.”
Raichlos glowered at the night elf that calmly refused to look at him. The damn elf had a point. They couldn’t force him to save his own ass, and statistically speaking, a priest trying to save his ass on his own was a dead priest. The Forsaken let out a sound that seemed between a sigh and a growl. “Why don’t you just put my balls in a vice?” he asked.
“It wouldn’t do any good.” Serasin replied dryly. “Dey don’t work anymore.”
Raichlos glowered at the draenei and resolved to eat her first. “Fine.” He grumped. “Fine! I’ll join your little party. But I’m not doing it out of love for any of you!”
“Forsaken can love?” Cassie asked with feigned surprise.
Raichlos made a rude gesture. “It may not work, sweetheart, but there are other ways to get kicks.”
“All right, enough.” Mardruk growled. “The longer we stand here and bicker, the longer Aljei has to get away.”
Raichlos would’ve made a snide comment if the looks on the other’s faces hadn’t been so dark. So he swallowed it, for now, and followed his group toward Silvermoon, toward whatever foolish adventure he’d gotten himself caught up in.
Raichlos hated warm weather. It sped up the decay of his body for one, and it made flies look at him as dinner, for two. It sucked like hell and the priest was barely into the heart of Eversong Forest. Silvermoon lay more than a mile ahead.
Raichlos glowered at the grasses beneath his feet. He grumbled the entire time, but it was his fault really. He’d elected to walk from Tranquillien to Silvermoon rather than take a bat. Hawstrider. Whatever. Even being dead, his stomach still rolled at the thought of the dragonhawk’s ungainly up-and-down motion. It was like being on a rather choppy ocean, in a tiny skiff, and if you leaned too far in either direction you’d tumble off into the dark churning water.
Or in this case, into the Dead Scar.
So Raichlos chose to walk, and it was by great misfortune that he came across a rather odd group of a human, a draenei, a kal’dorei, and an orc.
“This is a strange kind of orgy, isn’t it?” Raichlos asked in that monotone voice, startling the paladin to her feet.
The orc just shrugged. “Only you couldn’t pay me enough.”
“Mm. The human looks fine enough, but the draenei looks a bit too bony. And the elf looks about as straight as a coiled snake.”
The kal’dorei’s eyes narrowed. The orc smirked. “He’s an eunuch,” he said in Orcish.
Raichlos smirked. “So you say. Have you inspected the merchandise?”
“I sort of trust what I’ve been told.”
The human female glowered at both Horde operatives. “In Common, if you don’t mind.”
The orc rolled his eyes. “It’s odd to see a Forsaken this far north.”
“Odd to see an orc traveling with Alliance, too.” Raichlos counted. “You come through the Thalassian Pass?”
“Straight up the fucking Dead Scar.” The orc affirmed.
“Our destination is Silvermoon.” The mage interjected. “Yours, priest?”
“A mighty coincidence,” Raichlos muttered. “I’m going to Silvermoon myself.”
“Why?”
Raichlos stared at the draenei. “I’m Horde. It’s a Horde city. Why do you go to Ironforge or Stormwind?”
The paladin stomped her hoof and glowered back at the undead priest. Raichlos looked away from her and back to the orc. “You’re aware of what’s been happening then?”
The orc’s face betrayed little surprise. “What’s been happening?”
Raichlos shrugged. “Oh, you know, the usual. Warlocks screaming as though they’re being torn apart before killing themselves.” His milky eyes focused on the way the human woman flinched. Then he looked back to the warrior. “You know why, don’t you.”
The orc almost squirmed. “You ever hear of Aljei?”
Raichlos frowned. Then he shook his head a negative. The orc launched into his tale, recounting what had happened – what he’d done – and Raichlos very much wanted to call the warrior a fucking idiot. And he did. With varying degrees of creativity. The priest finally shook his head, rubbing his chin as Mardruk finished his story. “And from there, you met these three.”
“Cassidia, Tyrrandal, and Serasin.” Mardruk introduced them. In Orcish he said, “Three pains in my ass and the draenei wants to kill me.”
“Who doesn’t?” Raichlos muttered to himself. “So you, Mardruk, are the reason why perfectly sane warlocks are committing suicide? How delightful.”
“Hey,” Cassidia snapped, “why don’t you help instead of just gloat?”
“Because I like gloating? And it isn’t my problem.” Raichlos said. “Out of whatever noble need you Alliance desire, you’re helping that idiot. I don’t have to.”
“Mm. But how long before Aljei stops targeting warlocks and goes after priests?” The kal’dorei, Tyrrandal, asked. He calmly stroked his lion’s chin. “True, their powers come from the Light, but for a powerful warlock like Aljei, don’t you think he’d find a way around that?”
Raichlos shot Tyr a dirty look. “Suppose I say I’d rather take my chances, what’ll you do then?”
“Nothing. We can’t force you to save your own ass.”
Raichlos glowered at the night elf that calmly refused to look at him. The damn elf had a point. They couldn’t force him to save his own ass, and statistically speaking, a priest trying to save his ass on his own was a dead priest. The Forsaken let out a sound that seemed between a sigh and a growl. “Why don’t you just put my balls in a vice?” he asked.
“It wouldn’t do any good.” Serasin replied dryly. “Dey don’t work anymore.”
Raichlos glowered at the draenei and resolved to eat her first. “Fine.” He grumped. “Fine! I’ll join your little party. But I’m not doing it out of love for any of you!”
“Forsaken can love?” Cassie asked with feigned surprise.
Raichlos made a rude gesture. “It may not work, sweetheart, but there are other ways to get kicks.”
“All right, enough.” Mardruk growled. “The longer we stand here and bicker, the longer Aljei has to get away.”
Raichlos would’ve made a snide comment if the looks on the other’s faces hadn’t been so dark. So he swallowed it, for now, and followed his group toward Silvermoon, toward whatever foolish adventure he’d gotten himself caught up in.