[RP] Drinks, laughter, and a box...

After a quick chat with the leader of the camp, and a little deal that cost her a nearly full bottle of Halaani Whiskey, Shadaris had managed to be escorted from The Bulwark to another camp, known as Chillwind. From there, she traveled to Southshore, and then secured a gryphon ride to the closest Alliance city, Ironforge.

She didn't remember ever being here, but the Stonefire Tavern had a familiar and reassuring feeling. It also had the added bonus of being the main hub for news from across both continents, and Shadaris was just sitting there, listening.

"Well, hey there, pretty face!"

Shadaris looked up... and then down, to see the gnome who had addressed her.

"You looked pretty lonely. How about I buy you a drink?"
"I don't drink.", Shadaris answered, sipping on her Dwarven Stout.
"Maybe we can just chat then!", answered the gnome happily.
"I'm not much into small-talk, if you know what I mean..."

The woman behind her chuckled, and the Imp next to her laughed out loud as the gnome stormed out of the Inn, obviously insulted.

Shadaris grinned, finished her drink and returned to the room she was renting at the Inn. She set the box she had taken from the bank vault on the bed. Wrapping her hand around the small key attached to her neck, which was used to open the vault, she whispered to herself.

"Well, if I'm going to remember, now is just as good as ever..."

[RP] A new beginning... Part 2

Shadaris patted the Stormsaber's neck as she rode into the night. The beast, which she assumes belonged to her, seemed quite happy to see her when she found it tethered to a tree, hidden from sight.

As she rode, she could hear the cries of unworldly creatures in the fields on either side of the road. Still she rode on, not sure of where she was, or where she was going.

After an hour or so, she heard voices not far off. Some of them were in a language she didn't understand, and some were in Common. She quietly told her Stormsaber to stay by the side of the road, and began to prowl towards the voices. She climbed on top of a hill that overlooked a small camp. She could see a medium sized group of people, of different races, sitting around a camp fire. They all had their weapons at hand, and displayed a symbol of a Silver Sun. She turned around and headed back towards her Stormsaber.

"The hell with that... There's too many of them."

As she was about to mount and ride away, a voice yelled in Common: "Halt! Stop right there miss..."

Shadaris slowly moved her hands towards the swords attached to her belt, but quickly changed her mind. She was surrounded by eight men and women, all wearing the same symbol she had seen at the camp. One of them looked at her in the eyes, and then spoke in a strong and commanding voice.

"Come with us."
"Why should I?"
"For your safety, and our own."

Shadaris thought for a moment... "I don't pose any threat to you."

The man started to look more agitated. "Maybe not, but who knows what is following you in these cursed lands. Now be quiet and come on."

A branch snapped behind them. Before any of the men knew what was happening, a shape jumped out from behind the bushes. Its guttural yell stopped almost as soon as it started, and was followed by a dull thump, as whatever it was hit the ground, a sword stuck in its throat. The men turned towards their captive.

"You're quick, Kal'dorei. For that I thank you. You have a name?" said the man who had addressed her before.
"My name is... I don't remember..."
"Fine. It doesn't really matter anyway. Come on. It's not safe here, as you can see..."

The man pulled her sword out of the carcass, and relieved her of the rest of her weapons. The group then escorted her and her mount to their camp.