Faust56
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 29, 2009
- Location
- San Marcos, Tx
In the floating town of Dalaran, the personal goings on of the residents and visitors went on as usual. The Horde hold up in their proud section of the city, armed guards grunting and scowling as people passed by, some too close for comfort. On the other side, the noble and slightly gaudy gates, representing the entrance to the Alliance specific section stood tall, their own guards peering out, unmoving and tense. Though the two factions did not care for each other, their feelings did not hinder the work of the scholars and mages that called this city home more so than the defined factions. High clerics and head mages taught their students in the open, some lessons more loud than the other, the mages causing an explosion or two. To their fortune, the clerics and healers were close by, the light of Elune shining down on those who took the healing of others as their top priority.
Secluded from the others, however, the warlocks studied and practiced in the darkness of the Warlock's Den. Horde and Alliance pupils alike studied side by side much as the other magic users did, their bond seeming more sinister than the others, but none the less, a bond. Among them, a tall slender figure knelt with the others, praying to their demons for power. At first glance, she would have been labeled a darker skinned Blood Elf. When their Master called out for one specific students, the strange looking elf lifted her head, the cowl on her head falling back to show a light purple skin and dark blue hair. She was Night Elven. Most of the students had found it strange that she was even willing to be in the same room with the other warlocks, but she quickly showed her willingness to learn and her ability to master the powers of the nether. Their Master called her into one of the rooms to the side, her amber eyes glowing in the dark as she frowned, standing among her kneeling companions and walking into the separate room. She closed the door and looked her bone clad master in the face.
Her figure shown more in the slightly more lit room. Her skin was soft and perfect, much as the rest of her race was. Her hair hung down to the small of her back and her ears pointed high and slightly curved down at the tips. She wore the cloak of the warlocks so her normal clothes could not be seen, but her figure was alluring, curves in the right places but still fit. She waited for her master's words, his haggard voice finally breaking the silence. "Sevrah, you have been summoned by Master Rhonin. He has a special mission for you. It would be best to not keep him waiting, child." His words caused her heart to race, her slender face was blank, save for a smirk, slowly forming as she nodded. "Yes, master." With that, she left for the upper streets, her eyes burning with excitement.
Secluded from the others, however, the warlocks studied and practiced in the darkness of the Warlock's Den. Horde and Alliance pupils alike studied side by side much as the other magic users did, their bond seeming more sinister than the others, but none the less, a bond. Among them, a tall slender figure knelt with the others, praying to their demons for power. At first glance, she would have been labeled a darker skinned Blood Elf. When their Master called out for one specific students, the strange looking elf lifted her head, the cowl on her head falling back to show a light purple skin and dark blue hair. She was Night Elven. Most of the students had found it strange that she was even willing to be in the same room with the other warlocks, but she quickly showed her willingness to learn and her ability to master the powers of the nether. Their Master called her into one of the rooms to the side, her amber eyes glowing in the dark as she frowned, standing among her kneeling companions and walking into the separate room. She closed the door and looked her bone clad master in the face.
Her figure shown more in the slightly more lit room. Her skin was soft and perfect, much as the rest of her race was. Her hair hung down to the small of her back and her ears pointed high and slightly curved down at the tips. She wore the cloak of the warlocks so her normal clothes could not be seen, but her figure was alluring, curves in the right places but still fit. She waited for her master's words, his haggard voice finally breaking the silence. "Sevrah, you have been summoned by Master Rhonin. He has a special mission for you. It would be best to not keep him waiting, child." His words caused her heart to race, her slender face was blank, save for a smirk, slowly forming as she nodded. "Yes, master." With that, she left for the upper streets, her eyes burning with excitement.