Post by Lady Masquerade on Aug 26, 2010 22:56:29 GMT -5
Mystine - Blood Elf Rogue
*sigh* "Parents." The young blood elf shoves the letter back into the mailbox, along with the countless others, all bearing her family seal. "One day they'll understand… I hope." She looks around, and speaks to the supplier nearby before venturing back into the wilds of Tranquillien. She hasn't been on her own for very long, and was a bit dismayed to learn that she was being sent to this dark area along with the countless others who sought adventure. "Adventure, pfft. Not much more here than a bunch of mindless undead and some trolls who have overstepped their bounds." She thinks aloud as she heads to Suncrown Village, tasked with the chore of thinning the seemingly endless numbers of the Nerubians, the great spider creatures that have taken over the settlement.
She slows her step as she nears the village, and picks her first target, readying her blades as she creeps slowly, silently towards the repulsive monster. Her first strike takes it by surprise, a well-planted stab deep in its "back". As it turns to face her, she quickly slashes across its chest, knocking the wind out of it for a few precious seconds, enough time for her circle around and bury her dagger into its back one more time. The creature squeals in pain and lashes out at her with its fangs. She dodges the first few strikes, slashing at the creature at every opening she sees. One of the fangs catches her shoulder, grazing open a small gash, and she finishes off the spider-thing with a deep strike against its chest, it crumpling to the ground before her.
She plops down next to the lifeless body, panting, and winces from the pain in her shoulder. Taking a few bandages from her pack, she clumsily wraps her shoulder, doing her best to cover the wound and stop the bleeding.
"Oh boy…" She looks up in time to see a great spider charging at her, far larger than the one she just fell.
Tumbling out of the way, she uses the same stun attack on it, but it seems to just glance it away. "Gah!" It knocks her away easily, and she rolls back to her feet. Just as she prepares to charge back at it, an arrow flies past her head to sink deep into the creatures hide. She looks behind her to see a hunter already cocking another arrow into his bow, and he releases it to once again fly past her head as a golden dragonhawk flies towards the spider, gouging at its eyes.
"Thought you could use some help." He spares a moment to wink at her, before letting another arrow loose.
Her stubborn side wants to refuse his help, thinking she can handle it herself, until she sees two more of the monsters rushing over to join the fray. She moves around behind the large one, sinking her dagger into its back repeatedly. The ground shakes as it falls, and they turn their attention to other smaller, but no less ugly, ones. They make quick work of them, he and his pet keeping their attention while she buries her daggers into the creatures backs.
As the last one falls, she stands panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. He stands on the other side of the bodies, smiling at her. "Well done. I didn't mean to intrude, but I couldn't just walk on by when I saw you outnumbered like that."
"No… it's fine…" she says between breaths. She walks over, her hands on her hips as she takes deep breaths, and extends a hand to him. "I'm Mystine, of Myst Manor. You?"
Rather than shaking her hand, he kisses it gently, and bows. "I am Daerrick. Pleased to meet you Mystine. I hate to run, but I must be heading back to Silvermoon. Would you care to join me?"
"Sure. I'm done here anyway." She sheathes her daggers, and doesn't give the village a second glance as she walks with him back down the path.
The walk back is uneventful, and they exchange pleasantries, and she finds something… interesting about this young man. Something she can't quite place. Before she realizes it, they're back at Tranquillien, and she follows him to the bat handler.
"Meet you in Silvermoon." He pays his fare to the handler and is promptly whisked away, headed for the city. She pays her fare as well, and holds on tightly to the bat's mane as he follows the same route as the one before him.
They walk towards the inn, eager for a drink and some relaxation. She stops for a moment by the mailbox, and sure enough, this one is also almost overflowing with letters from her family. She tries to push them back in, not wanting to bother with them just then, when they spill all over the street. She quickly scrambles to gather them up, and Daerrick helps her, smirking at her a bit.
She blushes, and thanks him for his help, rolling her eyes. "Parents."
He nods. "Yours a bit overprotective, too?"
"Oh, they think that I'm not going to be able to handle myself out here, in this great big bad world. So they send me a letter about once every, oh say, hour or so, pleading with me to come back home." She takes the rest of the letters from him, and rather than shove them back into the poor mailbox, carries them over to the bank, where they can stay until she has time for them later.
She wipes the stray auburn hairs from her face, and pulls the tie from her hair, smoothing it back and retying it into a simply ponytail. He continues to smile at her. She lets out a deep breath. "So… how about that drink?"
He motions for her to lead, and she walks briskly towards the inn, her hips swaying with a natural grace. Once inside, she goes up to the barkeep, and he quickly puts his coin down. "Allow me. Get whatever you like."
She grins, and asks for a glass of ice cold milk. He chuckles a bit, and asks for the same. They take a seat at the table, finally giving themselves a chance to rest, as his dragonhawk hovers nearby.
She takes a sip of the milk, the cool fresh taste a welcome change from the rations she's been eating as of late.
"So what brings a lovely lady like you to a place like the Ghostlands?" He seems unable to take his eyes off of her.
She lowers her glass, leaving a small milk mustache on her upper lip, which make his eyes dance even more. "Well, I was looking for adventure, or at least something different than being under my parents' thumb constantly. Well, adventure is hard to come by, and I needed some extra coin, so I was sent to Tranquillien."
He discreetly rubs his finger across his lip, and she blushes, giggling, and wipes her lip with her hand. He laughs, "I know what you mean about obsessive parents. Mine don't think I'll amount to much out here either."
"Well, I think my parents obsessed about me a bit too much. Much as I hate to say it, they even named their estate after me. The night I was born, they say the mist rolled in and covered the entire grounds in a hazy blanket. It wasn't an eerie type of fog though, and was gone the next day, almost as if it hadn't ever been there. They therefore named me Mystine, changing the manor's name from Arialis, after the family, to Myst Manor. So you can imagine what they thought when I said I wanted to leave home." She takes another gulp of her milk, savoring the sweet taste.
"It seems we have a lot in common, Mystine. I would certainly like the chance to travel with you some more." He flashes that irresistible smile again.
"It certainly would be nice to have a friend out in those horrible Ghostlands. Too dark for my tastes, but… money is money, and I guess I can't complain too much."
"Indeed. Well, whenever you are ready to return, simply say the word."
She smiles, and finishes her milk in one giant gulp. "I'm in no hurry."
(Mystine's story has updated significantly since I wrote this, I'm just too tired to put it into words at the moment. Maybe later. )
He nods, and orders another glass for her, and she lets out a soft sigh, happy to be in good company again.
*sigh* "Parents." The young blood elf shoves the letter back into the mailbox, along with the countless others, all bearing her family seal. "One day they'll understand… I hope." She looks around, and speaks to the supplier nearby before venturing back into the wilds of Tranquillien. She hasn't been on her own for very long, and was a bit dismayed to learn that she was being sent to this dark area along with the countless others who sought adventure. "Adventure, pfft. Not much more here than a bunch of mindless undead and some trolls who have overstepped their bounds." She thinks aloud as she heads to Suncrown Village, tasked with the chore of thinning the seemingly endless numbers of the Nerubians, the great spider creatures that have taken over the settlement.
She slows her step as she nears the village, and picks her first target, readying her blades as she creeps slowly, silently towards the repulsive monster. Her first strike takes it by surprise, a well-planted stab deep in its "back". As it turns to face her, she quickly slashes across its chest, knocking the wind out of it for a few precious seconds, enough time for her circle around and bury her dagger into its back one more time. The creature squeals in pain and lashes out at her with its fangs. She dodges the first few strikes, slashing at the creature at every opening she sees. One of the fangs catches her shoulder, grazing open a small gash, and she finishes off the spider-thing with a deep strike against its chest, it crumpling to the ground before her.
She plops down next to the lifeless body, panting, and winces from the pain in her shoulder. Taking a few bandages from her pack, she clumsily wraps her shoulder, doing her best to cover the wound and stop the bleeding.
"Oh boy…" She looks up in time to see a great spider charging at her, far larger than the one she just fell.
Tumbling out of the way, she uses the same stun attack on it, but it seems to just glance it away. "Gah!" It knocks her away easily, and she rolls back to her feet. Just as she prepares to charge back at it, an arrow flies past her head to sink deep into the creatures hide. She looks behind her to see a hunter already cocking another arrow into his bow, and he releases it to once again fly past her head as a golden dragonhawk flies towards the spider, gouging at its eyes.
"Thought you could use some help." He spares a moment to wink at her, before letting another arrow loose.
Her stubborn side wants to refuse his help, thinking she can handle it herself, until she sees two more of the monsters rushing over to join the fray. She moves around behind the large one, sinking her dagger into its back repeatedly. The ground shakes as it falls, and they turn their attention to other smaller, but no less ugly, ones. They make quick work of them, he and his pet keeping their attention while she buries her daggers into the creatures backs.
As the last one falls, she stands panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. He stands on the other side of the bodies, smiling at her. "Well done. I didn't mean to intrude, but I couldn't just walk on by when I saw you outnumbered like that."
"No… it's fine…" she says between breaths. She walks over, her hands on her hips as she takes deep breaths, and extends a hand to him. "I'm Mystine, of Myst Manor. You?"
Rather than shaking her hand, he kisses it gently, and bows. "I am Daerrick. Pleased to meet you Mystine. I hate to run, but I must be heading back to Silvermoon. Would you care to join me?"
"Sure. I'm done here anyway." She sheathes her daggers, and doesn't give the village a second glance as she walks with him back down the path.
The walk back is uneventful, and they exchange pleasantries, and she finds something… interesting about this young man. Something she can't quite place. Before she realizes it, they're back at Tranquillien, and she follows him to the bat handler.
"Meet you in Silvermoon." He pays his fare to the handler and is promptly whisked away, headed for the city. She pays her fare as well, and holds on tightly to the bat's mane as he follows the same route as the one before him.
They walk towards the inn, eager for a drink and some relaxation. She stops for a moment by the mailbox, and sure enough, this one is also almost overflowing with letters from her family. She tries to push them back in, not wanting to bother with them just then, when they spill all over the street. She quickly scrambles to gather them up, and Daerrick helps her, smirking at her a bit.
She blushes, and thanks him for his help, rolling her eyes. "Parents."
He nods. "Yours a bit overprotective, too?"
"Oh, they think that I'm not going to be able to handle myself out here, in this great big bad world. So they send me a letter about once every, oh say, hour or so, pleading with me to come back home." She takes the rest of the letters from him, and rather than shove them back into the poor mailbox, carries them over to the bank, where they can stay until she has time for them later.
She wipes the stray auburn hairs from her face, and pulls the tie from her hair, smoothing it back and retying it into a simply ponytail. He continues to smile at her. She lets out a deep breath. "So… how about that drink?"
He motions for her to lead, and she walks briskly towards the inn, her hips swaying with a natural grace. Once inside, she goes up to the barkeep, and he quickly puts his coin down. "Allow me. Get whatever you like."
She grins, and asks for a glass of ice cold milk. He chuckles a bit, and asks for the same. They take a seat at the table, finally giving themselves a chance to rest, as his dragonhawk hovers nearby.
She takes a sip of the milk, the cool fresh taste a welcome change from the rations she's been eating as of late.
"So what brings a lovely lady like you to a place like the Ghostlands?" He seems unable to take his eyes off of her.
She lowers her glass, leaving a small milk mustache on her upper lip, which make his eyes dance even more. "Well, I was looking for adventure, or at least something different than being under my parents' thumb constantly. Well, adventure is hard to come by, and I needed some extra coin, so I was sent to Tranquillien."
He discreetly rubs his finger across his lip, and she blushes, giggling, and wipes her lip with her hand. He laughs, "I know what you mean about obsessive parents. Mine don't think I'll amount to much out here either."
"Well, I think my parents obsessed about me a bit too much. Much as I hate to say it, they even named their estate after me. The night I was born, they say the mist rolled in and covered the entire grounds in a hazy blanket. It wasn't an eerie type of fog though, and was gone the next day, almost as if it hadn't ever been there. They therefore named me Mystine, changing the manor's name from Arialis, after the family, to Myst Manor. So you can imagine what they thought when I said I wanted to leave home." She takes another gulp of her milk, savoring the sweet taste.
"It seems we have a lot in common, Mystine. I would certainly like the chance to travel with you some more." He flashes that irresistible smile again.
"It certainly would be nice to have a friend out in those horrible Ghostlands. Too dark for my tastes, but… money is money, and I guess I can't complain too much."
"Indeed. Well, whenever you are ready to return, simply say the word."
She smiles, and finishes her milk in one giant gulp. "I'm in no hurry."
(Mystine's story has updated significantly since I wrote this, I'm just too tired to put it into words at the moment. Maybe later. )
He nods, and orders another glass for her, and she lets out a soft sigh, happy to be in good company again.