Casual Huntering

I think this is where we started to introduce some new characters. I’m still way behind on posting these. Err, I won’t continue to make any false promises, I’ll get these up when I can.

Oh and I still wanna keep this blog somewhat hunter oriented; so, I’ll be posting some hunters stuff up shortly (hopefully that won’t be another false promise). If you are behind here is part 1, part 2, and part 3 of the story so far

A couple of heads looked up from their reading but only one person got out if their chair. She was a Draenei woman, tall and dark blue skinned with curls of jet pushed back by a headband. She wore chain mail armor. Which meant she was by no means a mage, “Braewynn is out. My name is Arliece, can I help you?”

Prax was out of breath. “I just need someone to get a healer” *gasp for breath* “my friend was just stabbed outside the tower”

Arliece’s eyes grew wide a moment, ” I can heal, lead the way. Quickly!” she was already in motion despite her words. Moving toward the door. Arliece hit the stairs at a run, her long legs carrying her down them in an instant. She stopped short when she saw the victim. “Lore…?” Lore lifted her face, paler than when Prax had left, ” Hey, hot stuff, how’s it goin’?” her speech was slurred.

Prax quickly followed Arliece and nearly tripped down the stairs, barely catching himself with railing as heard Arliece say, “Lore..?”

Arliece clucked her tongue and narrowed her eyes. She motioned to Prax, “Can you unwind that bandage for me?”

“You …” *gasp” “um, know… each other?” Prax nodded, stumbling to Lore’s side and began to slowly unravel the bandages as he watch the night elf wince from the pain.

Arliece nodded, “We go way back.” The Draenei eyed Lore as the night elf’s head began to loll, “She’s supposed to be dead.” Arliece placed her hands over the wound and a warm glow emitted. She spared a sympathetic look for Prax, “You can relax. She’ll be okay.”

Prax knelt down near Lore, and gave a sigh of relief. “Suppose to be dead?” He gave a puzzled look.

“Yes, I was told she died in Northrend to a scourge ambush.” Arliece pulled her hands back and wiped them on her robe. “But no nevermind. Help me get her inside. Then well get some tea and talk about you while she rests.” She gave him a curious glance.

Prax helped Lore with his arms around her shoulder, her face less pale than before. The puzzled look remained.

Together the managed to move the rogue inside. Arliece wadded her cloak under Lore’s head, the latter of whom seemed to be resting peacefully. The shaman moved to a table scattered with books and notes. She cleared a spot, motioning for Prax to have a seat and poured tea for both. “So, tell me, what brings you here?” she asked, sitting down and wrapping her hands around her tea cup.

Prax sat down apprehensively and picked up his tea. He looked towards Lore, “Well…” Prax still felt unsure and frankly a little embarrassed in regards to this new revelation in his life. He felt comfortable around Lore, but this Draenei, he wasn’t so sure about. Prax hadn’t had a chance to really digest what was going on. He felt everything moving so fast, a contrast to slow mundane life he had lived.

Arliece lifted the cup to her lips, sipping the tea. She waited, every so often glancing to Lore. Apprehension underlayed her expression.

Prax looked towards Lore, ignoring Arliece, “What am I suppose to do now? Who am I suppose to talk to anyway?”

“You’re scaring the poor guy, you creepy alien.” Lore’s voice carried from her prone position on the floor, though her eyes were still shut.

An older man with gray hair and beard and scary eye brows wearing a purple and gold robe come to the table. Can I help you? There was a look of annoyance in the man’s eyes, as demonstrated with upraised brows.

“Brae, nice of you to join us.” Lore said. She opened her eyes and got slowly to her feet. Her color looked a lot better.

Started, Brae’s annoyance quickly dissipates, and he sat down casually turning towards Lore. “Loreli? Its been too long. I assumed you weren’t really dead. What kind of mischievousness have you gotten yourself in now?”

Arliece narrowed her eyebrows at Braewynn but remained silent. She picked up a feather quill and started making notes on parchment. Loreli leaned against the wall with a grin, “Apparently you’re not the only one who didn’t believe these rumors of my death.” “I’ve only been in town a few hours and already someone is gunning for me. Have you heard anything?”

Dreth meditates silently in a far corner of the tower. The mages of Stormwind were always the most difficult to convince of his intentions. His knowledge of the flame could prove to be a valuable asset to the ongoing strike in Northrend, if only they would listen.

Brae leaned towards Loreli “Well, unless you’re talking about the recent cult movement in Stormwind, mostly same as usual.” Brae looked towards Prax, “Not your usual type Lore. What’s with the kid?” Prax looked up, feeling just a tad bit unimportant. He looked towards Lore for support.

Loreli chuckled, “Not my usually type, no. Maybe he’s yours. This is Prax, he’s a tailor by trade.” “Prax, this is Braewynn. Frost Mage and first rate enchanter.”

Prax looked towards the gray hair man, a little intimidate by his brows, “um, nice to eh, meet you.”, he kept his gaze down cast. Brae nodded his head towards Prax. “A tailor, eh? What brings you up here?” Why is this so difficult? Prax thought. Even though most of his family’s business came from magic users, he parents held a grudge. Prax looked up slightly (not far enough to meat Brae eye to eye),”I um, er, kind of , hm.. well.. I would like…” Brae interrupted, “Now Lore, I hope you didn’t bring him up here for healing for some malady of speech, you know we don’t do that.”

“Dont be such a prat, Brae.” She smiled at Prax, “Take a breath, tell him about the fires.”