Casual Huntering

Its been awhile since I’ve updated the RP story regarding Prax and other characters. So far the characters are Prax and Loreli, but others are added soon. Remember this is a collaborative effort done via twitter. Currently we’re up to 5 characters, but so far in the story here is still only 2. Here you go, I’ll try to get more up here soon. Oh and if you wanna catch up here’s part 1 and part 2.

Prax rushed back downstairs. “They’re not here, whatever” he then put a closed sign in the front window. “Let’s go”

She gave him a smile, in spite of herself and started across the grass to the mage towers.

Prax looked around apprehensively and excitedly, as if he was seeing Stormwind with new eyes. The Seamsmith’s tailor shop was located within the Mage Quarters of Stormwind. Conveniently located to maximize profits. Prax’s parents (particularly his mom) always held a grudge against the mages. Prax never quite understood why.

Lor’eli let Prax walk in front of her as they approached the ramp spiraling up the tower. Something had her on edge. She hesitated at the bottom, letting Prax increase the distance between them. Her hands hovered above her dagger hilts. She turned her back to the tower, praying it would provide some cover from behind. Her sensitive ears listened for sounds most wouldn’t even note. Sounds she knew meant another rogue was near by.

Prax looked up at the tower. So is this where my destiny lies? It was starting to get late in the afternoon, a bit of chill in the air. The tall tower and spiral ramp cast long winding shadows in front of them, an eerie feeling in the air.”Um, do I just head up there then?”

She was distracted and barely registered Prax talking to her, “Um, yeah… go on. I’ll be right behind yo…” She didn’t get the last word out, for at that moment a shadow darted from the darkness under the ramp and blindsided her. “This is for Lyas.” the newcomer declared. He stepped back, holding a bloodied dagger as Lor’eli crumpled to the ground.

Prax stood there dumb founded, shocked. He froze for a moment and then felt a heat boiling inside of him. He starred at the bloodied dagger and then to his new friend lying in her own blood. Anger stemmed past a simmer. Prax felt a fever that was about to burst, he focused all of his frustrations, emotions, fears, everything on the fleeing rogue. A burst a light and heat flew from Prax’s hand, hurling toward the dark figure and exploding upon impact. Prax felt so weak, he gasped for air as he fell to his knees next to the night elf, looking for signs of life.

Lor’eli attempted to lift herself off the ground. There was a searing pain in her right side, she prodded it carefully. Her hand came away damp with red. She prodded the slashed leather. “Dammit.” she swore, “That’s going to be expensive.” Then she noticed the prone body her assailant and looked for Prax, “Hey, hey…” she said, “You… okay?”

Praxton felt spent, couldn’t concentrate on anything, numb, he just stayed there on his knees, not quite sure what had just happened. A whisper from far away came to him “you… okay?” he heard, but didn’t quite register it yet.

“Aw crap!” Lore pulled a bag off her belt and upended the contents. It seemed to contain much more than it should. First she grabbed a rolled up strip if cloth and hastily wrapped it tightly around her midsection. Then searching for another item. She spotted it with an, “Aha!” and snagged the vial of blue liquid. She rolled Prax onto his back and tilted his head. Pulling the cork with her teeth she slowly poured to contents between his lips, praying he didn’t choke.

Black splotches speckled Prax’s vision, they slowly increased, encompassing more and more.

Lore noticed his eyes, unfocused already, getting glassier, “Hey, none of that…” praying the potion wasn’t too strong or too weak.

Prax sat up, blinking, he felt a gnawing pain in his head; it slowly dissipated. Shaking his head, he pulled his hair back and looked around. He saw a familiar face, he realized he didn’t even know her name, the night elf he had met today. “Uh, what just happened?”

She looked a bit sheepish, “Ah, well… I’m not real popular in some circles. Comes with the territory.” She inclined her head to her felled assailant, “You do that?”

Prax followed the night elves gaze towards a body in the grass, smoldering. *blink*  Prax looked down at his hands, they still felt warm, “I dunno, not sure what just happened.”

She ignored his unsurety. His reaction to the potion had pretty much confirmed her suspicions. She was trying to get him comfortable with it. “My thanks. Can you stand?”

“I think so” what had just happened, Prax thought. As his mind turned to imagines of a large ball of fire in his hands. Prax started to get up slowly, still feeling a little light headed. “how often do things like that happen to you?”

“Well, that depends. On who’s upset with me and how angry they are about it this week.” she laughed seeing his reaction. “I’m kidding! … Mostly.” she stumbled slightly toward her fallen attacker. Flipping over the body she sighed, “He’s dead.” “Lucky for us, the city guard won’t care. They’d probably give you a medal if they could get away with it.” “I guess we leave him. Right now we should get you to the top of that tower.”

“I lived in the shadows of the tower all my life, never once seen the inside.” Prax sneaked a look back at the body. Still in a little shock over the whole event. Something was keeping him going though. He started up the spiral ramp feeling a little dizzy.

She followed along behind Prax a little shaken. Could be a loss of blood but Lyas was a name she hadn’t heard in a long time. Her side twinged but thanks to the enchanted bandaged she carries she had some time. “If you ever take a Mage portal to Stormwind, this is where they’ll drop you out. Lots of books, not much else.”

“um, portal?” prax had heard a lot, wasn’t sure what was real and what was fair tale. He felt butterflies in his stomach as the got closer. The two of them approached the top of the spiral, you could see quite a bit of Stormwind from up here, strange sensation. “hm, by the way, I dunno what to call you. Guess, I forgot to ask.” he said as he glanced over the edge, vertigo threatened to kick in.

“Yeah, portal. Mage opens a big shiny hole in the air and you step through… to somewhere new.” She felt a little winded. This was bad. “Call me, Lore. And what shall I call you?” She was thinking she should probably find a priest soon. Or a shaman, Druid, paladin…

Praxton slowed as he approached the entry way, he had to wait for his new friend. She didn’t look like she was doing to well. Reality struck Praxton like a ton of bricks, Lore was hurt, everything had gotten foggy and memory was trickling back to him. Prax rushed to Lore’s side awkwardly trying to help her stay up. “we need to get you some help”.

She slung an arm around his shoulders, transferring a little of her weight to him. “Apparently I miscalculated.” her legs weak. “Let’s get inside. Brae should be able to help.” if he doesn’t want to kill me as well. She thought.

“ok”, he said as they entered the tower, the light hurt his eyes and reminded him of a lingering headache, “oh, um, you can call me Prax”. He was surprised to see that they still had some stairs ahead of them. Prax only hoped Lore could make it.

Lore eyed the remaining stairs and shook her head, “Not gonna happen.” They were already at a disadvantage with the height difference. She had him help her sit on one of the stairs, leaning against the wall. “Go inside, ask to see Braewynn. Tell him Lore sent you… and tell him to call a healer.”

Prax leaped, taking several steps with each bound up the spiral staircase. Almost toppling over several times. He expected a door or something convention, not some kind of portal entrance, but necessity won over the fear of the unknown. Prax walked through the portal only to walk out in a room of study, books, people in robes immersed in study. Dumbfounded, Prax remember to start looking for Braewynn, except he had no idea what he looked like. “Braewynn” he tentatively called.

I’ll try to get some more of this posted, I don’t wanna do it all at once because I don’t have much of an attention span, but I need to be better about getting it up, I’m a little bit behind. I spent way too much time at work trying to get the story off of twitter into a word file. There is still a lot to come.

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