Eversong Woods

Darkstorm glanced up at the boot that revealed her hiding spot. She stood up and summoned Azzere to her side. "My camo skills don't suck, you just happen to be a hunter like myself and you could sense me just as easy as I could sense you." He voice was matter-of-factly with a slightly bored tone. "I knew you would notice me, I was just hoping that when you saw me attempting to hide you would have the courtesy to know I was avoiding you or perhaps stalking a victim." She slight smile flickered across her face before returning to its normal seriousness.

"As for this elf, I know of him. I currently am on a quest to another elf in the city. If this elf, Erik, is so popular with the women, I can easily use my feminine charm to lure him out of the city. Once he's far enough out, he's yours to do whatever you want with." She knew that even if the townspeople knew it was her last seen with him, she would never be accused. She was too close with the night elves. She had suspected the Lich had a spy in Darkshore, tracking them was her goal in life. She would do whatever it took to eliminate them from Azeroth once and or all.

"So what do you think?" She was suddenly filled with a fierce desire to find this Erik and destroy him. She hoped Aerithe would agree, and it wasn't like she would lose anything to let her.

Darkstorm sighed inside as the Blood Elf went on about how superior she and her pet were. She expected no less from the Elf. She knew Aerithe was far beyond her in skill, but that didn't defend a grand monologue every time they encountered one another. But, that didn't matter now. She had a Lich spy in her midst and she had no intentions of letting the vile servant of the man who called himself a king live longer than she could prevent.

"You know I have no favor for the Alliance. I will fight with any faction that has plans to kill the murderous scum who calls himself the Lich King." Darkstorm nearly spat out the words, clearly showing her disgust with anything Lich. And here words were true; the young Draenei wouldn't refuse a chance to fight amongst demons from the gates of Hellfire if it meant a chance at vanquishing the Lich King and his minions. "Give me time to head to Auberdine and lure out Erik. In the meantime, head towards the graveyard above Auberdine. That's where I'll lead him to." Malice glittered in Darkstorm's eyes, "Within the hour, both of us will reap the rewards of a dead Elf" With those final words the leapt onto the back of her Elekk and began to ride purposefully towards Auberdine."

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As she approached Auberdine, Darkstorm began to prepare for her quest. She dismissed her Elekk and summoned Azzere. She instructed him to follow here as secretly as possible. The wing serpent seemed to understand, winging of into the foliage of the trees to conceal himself. Then Darkstorm set to altering her appearance. Using the shelter of the shrubbery, she changed into a rather showy dress, dark blue and form fitting with a corset top that generously showed off her features. She then pulled out a box she had purchased from a human tailoring shop. They called the substances inside makeup, and they were highly valuse by human women as a way to make themselves more beautiful. Darkstorm scoffed at the idea, believing the natural beauty the Naaru had blessed her with was quite suitable, but she knew males lusted after a female with the correct application of makeup. This and the fact that it would alter her physical appearance, she managed to apply a rather sexy look. Mussing her hair into a more sensual arrangement and slipping a small knife into her boot, Darkstorm knew she was ready.

As she strolled into Auberdine, she felt the attention of several people turn to her. The calls of the unruly men annoyed her, but she ignored them and set about her goal. When she walked up to Erik, he immediately was awestruck. "My my, what a lovely lady you are" he flirted, turning away from the man he was talking to to face her. She giggled and blinked her eyes a few times, imitating girls she had seen fawning over a young man. He grabbed her shoulder and lead her to a more secluded corner of the inn. She saw him staring at her chest as she walked. She groaned inwardly and cursed the family gene that had given her quite generous proportions. Normally she binded, and the exposure was so inappropriate, but it was all worth it if it meant she could rid Azeroth of one of the Lich King's spies.

When they reached their destination, she didn't even give him time to speak. She lowered her voice slightly and imitated the voices of the desperate women who sold themselves in the alleyways of Stormwind. "I'm so sorry to disturb such a handsome man as you, but I was hoping you could help me with something." She looked up coquettishly and bit her lip, "I seemed to have lost something in the woods, and well," she stroked his arm and narrowed her eyes, "I was hoping you could help me find it."

Erik took her bait and smiled in the creepy way men did when they were lusting. Darkstorm winked and led him out of Auberdine in a way no one would ever see them. She saw a flash of red an knew it was Azzere. She let out a inconspicuous whistle that was the signal to alert Aerithe. As they approached the graveyard, he began to speak, "So, where if the 'lost item' of yours little miss" Darkstorm stopped and turned, her eyes no longer flirtatious. "Oh Erik, I think even you know I haven't lost an item." As she spoke, she sensed Aerithe's presence, and could almost hear the fibers of the bowstring being stretched. "In fact," she continued, "Its really a person I've lost. My brother in fact. You may even know him. His name is Stronad Naraya." She smiled maliciously as realization dawned on Erik's face. "Yes, Lich scum, I know who you are! May your death be painful and slow and one of many to avenge my brother!" Erik turned to run, but before he could get far, Darkstorm yelled, "Now Aerithe! Kill this corrupted Elf!"

Darkstorm leapt back after her shout to Aerithe. She did not doubt the blood elf’s accuracy, but rather questioned her pet’s ability to distinguish between friend and foe. In fact, she wasn’t even sure that she was considered a friend. She had met Aerithe a while ago in her travels, an encounter that proved Aerithe was not exactly one to have friends, especially those of the Alliance. Although Darkstorm had no affiliation with either faction, she was more accepted by the Alliance due to her race.

Darkstorm watched with grim satisfaction as the tiger tore into the elf’s face. His screams brought a little comfort to the Draenei, glad she was able to directly thwart the Lich King, no matter how minimally. When the howls of pain finally died down, she walked over to the corpse, but was still wary of the tiger whose jaws were covered in Night Elf flesh. Although he was mangled, she was still able to locate his sigil to the Lich: an ornate ring with a piercing ice blue gemstone. She yanked it off his finger unceremoniously and pulled a small reinforced leather pouch out of her pack. She took the sigil off of every Lich she killed both as a token of the kill as well as for possible infiltration uses. She wasn’t a rogue by any means, but she wasn’t stupid enough to ignore the sigils’ possible uses. As she placed the ring in among various other items of jewelry, Darkstorm gave a satisfied grin at the weight of the bag. Soon she might need to invest in a bigger pouch. But now was not the time to think of such things.

Turning to the other hunter, Darkstorm gave a little smirk. “I do agree it would have been a much more enjoyable experience if he had fought back a little, but I of all people know the cowardice of the Lich is second to no other.” With a slight bow she added, “I thank you for letting me aid in the destruction of this vile being. His death is a blow to the Lich King. It may seem insignificant, but it furthers his downfall nonetheless.” With a wave of a hand, she summoned Azzere to her side. The wind serpent flew over in his odd undulating manner and came to rest at her side. Other than the fact she was dressed inconveniently, Darkstorm felt quite satisfied. A Lich was dead, her pet was at her side, and she hoped to save the city of Auberdine from the deadly rampage of a seemingly sociopathic Blood Elf.

“So what brings you to these parts Aerithe? I know you are not exactly a fan of the Alliance. I do agree their entitled sense of do-goodery is somewhat tiring, especially in the humans.” She gave a slightly imploring look as she added what she hoped to be a saving comment, “But I do appreciate the company of elves due to their enjoyable demeanors. If I didn’t I wouldn’t linger here to speak with you.”

She pulled out her bow and fiddled with the bowstring. Being a diplomat was something she often excelled in, but she knew Aerithe might not be the most inclined to spare Auberdine of a little, or rather a lot of, bloodshed. She rather liked the city, finding its port town atmosphere appealing and, like she had said, the company of elves quite pleasant. She was quite reputable among the Night Elves and therefore was the go-to adventurer for a variety of requests. She had many a quest to receive a reward for, including returning the necklace to that unfortunate man. It was her home for the time being, and she would rather in not become a bloody ghost town.