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zanpyreanor · 7 years ago

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[Story] The Lover Senses

Inquisitor’s Infirmary, Sunfury Spire

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Tyan startled awake from his slumber in a reclining chair. He was in the Inquisitors Infirmary, somewhat high security medical facility in the Sunfury Spire. He’d remained there with his brothers and Azara.

Rialius, Illidari and Tyan’s eldest brother, glanced up at Tyan and addressed him with a firm voice, "Go back to sleep."

Ollie, the young Death Knight brother of the other Pyreanor, sat motionless on a stool between Youls and Leiah, this sort of oddly sweet looking but oddly dark presence loomed over them.

"Something has happened to Zan," Tyan’s ears fanned back and he bit his lip, he had a look of worry on his face.

Ceroluthrel sat with Miastal, the injured youngest Sunbrand brother. His head turned in the direction of his other brother in law. "What did you see?"

Tyan looked to Ceroluthrel, "I saw nothing. It felt like for just a moment he ceased to be, and then he was... different and strange."

"Hmm." The Illidari tilted his head. "Strange, how?"

Tyan frowned, "Like they,” he gave a long pause, “did something to him. To the very core of him. Like he's not him anymore."

"Dig deeper. If you can still feel him, he is still there." replied Ceroluthrel as his ears fanned back. "Try to discern the nature of his change."

Tyan closed his eyes, "Part of him is still there. If he returns on his own he cannot be trusted. I know when they've captured Ria in the past, they've placed spell-based compulsions, strong ones on her, very pervasive ones. Others recued had compulsions too. Iviaen and Keylorian cannot be trusted either. They must be checked for compulsions."

"Have we heard from anyone?" inquired Ceroluthrel. He pulled out a sharpening stone and honing oil, and began to work on his glaives.

Tyan replied, "Keylorian and Iviaen returned on their own. They escaped, Zan and Nuadathiel didn't make it through the portal from what I am told."

Ceroluthrel raised a brow, "Have they been examined?"

Tyan frowned, "Dalaen said that Iviaen went straight to cooking and that Keylorian went, talked to Talethiel, Danil, then curled up in a corner with thistle chocolate given to him by Lady Goldweaver."

Ceroluthrel's frown deepened. "They need to be checked."

Tyan nodded, "We may have to... acquire a portal to their location. They may be mostly fine and just really traumatized. But they also might know what the plan was for themselves and Zan. they might be able to tell me what's wrong with him."

Ceroluthrel stands. "I'll go find the Inquisitor." The honing oil and stone disappear into a belt pouch and he wipes his glaives off with a soft cloth before stowing them in their harness. With a pat to Rialius's shoulder, he exited the infirmary.

The Illidari found a guard approaching the entrance to the infirmary. "Greetings. I need to see Inquisitor Lyral."

The guard turned and walked away to fetch Lyral.

#Tyan Sunbrand #Ceroluthrel #Rialius Sunbrand #The Society Storyline #The Society Strikes Storyline #The Society Strikes #Lyral Sunfall

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zanpyreanor · 8 years ago

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[Story] Edge Brigade in Silvermoon

The Spire, Silvermoon City, Quel'thalas

The wee morning hours after the attack.

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Ceroluthrel waited patiently on the Silvermoon side of the portal for the others to arrive. He lounged against one side of the doorway to the arrival room and studied a map of Quel'thalas.

Rialius Sunbrand, older, white haired and worried-looking stepped out of the portal and quickly moved to Ceroluthrel's side, he let out an uneasy rasp.

Quinthal, the ginger Illidari, appeared after Rialius, his black leather hat hung low upon his brow, covering his non-existent eyes, with his horns sticking through holes he'd made in it. This Illidari looked ridiculous with his stupid hat.

Xerathrin, Quin's blonde Illidari partner in crime, stumbled out of the portal and crashed into Quin, almost knocking him over in the process before he steadied himself.

Rialius turned to Ceroluthrel, "Shall we away?"

Ceroluthrel replied in a low tone, "Yes. Where should we go first? We are here at the Spire, after all, we can simply inquire of this Inquisitor." He tilted his head, "Or I can try raising someone on the comm."

Rialius looked towards the door, "I don't know."

Another figure exited the portal, a ginger elf kissed in freckles, with his long red hair tied in a loose tail, which draped upon his left shoulder. He carried a large blade in a sling on his back. He looked like a younger version of Zandrae, with an innocent smile, but his eyes were blue and his body lacked warmth beneath his armor, this was Ollie the living impaired little brother.

The Snowdawn Twins, tall, white haired, older men, also Death Knights, stepped out of the portal after Ollie.

Kyverin, or Kye, rested his eyes on Rialius, then at his small group of Illidari, and then gave a nod, "Cousin." Talverin stood back and observed.

Ceroluthrel nodded to Ollie. "We heard. Where do we go?" The Illidari flipped on his com and spoke into it quietly, "Anyone awake?"

Ollie looked to Ceroluthrel, "Um. Maybe there is someone on scene who can tell us who to contact..."

Ceroluthrel looks to Rialius. "Home, then, and Sunwell help those responsible."

Rialius gave Ceroluthrel a firm nod and slipped from the building out towards the Pyreanor.

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Four Demon Hunters and three Death Knights meandered through Silvermoon together towards 'home,' a trip that included many funny looks and death glares from other elves.

Ceroluthrel ignored the death glares as his felsaber padded down the street. Those same that glared would beg his attention if the Legion were to invade the City. His expression he kept neutral, but he had his Sight turned up to eleven.

Rialius rode side by side with Ceroluthrel, a sense of dread ached over his body, the type of dread he hadn't felt since the fall of Quel'thalas.

The Death Knights followed Ceroluthrel and Rialius, and Xera and Quinn headed up the rear.

Ceroluthrel stiffened at the sight of the Inquisitorial Guard outside his home. He looked down, took a deep breath, and then rode forward to one of the sentries. "Ceroluthrel Phoenixheart, Rialius Sunbrand, Oliver Pyreanor, and other residents answering a distress call from home." His voice was steady, and he did not dismount from his saber. He was ready to give her the silent command that the sentry was her breakfast if they made a move against the group.

Ollie glanced at the men, "Can you tell us the status of my family?"

Rialius rubbed the back of his head, "I heard my baby brother's dead. I'm here to verify it and pay my respects."

The sentries looked between the odd collection of freak-elves, then looked to the other sentry, and then made a really confused noise. He had no idea what to say in response so he gave the traditional guard-type response to every problem ever, "Papers?"

Ceroluthrel half-growled and handed the guard his identity papers. The papers showed the Pyreanor as his address, and listed Rialius as his husband.

Ollie reached down beneath his chest piece and offered the man a set of ID tags with the name Oliver Pyreanor on it, "Here."

One of the sentries looked at the paperwork and the tag, "Alright. So they've been moved to an undisclosed location. We can have you escorted there, but we can't tell you where it is."

Ceroluthrel nodded. "Okay."

While the others talked with the guards, one of the Snowdawn Twins, Kyverin, noticed a figure crouched on a ledge nearby, a woman in dark mail and leathers in a hooded cowl, a bow on her back. Kye had noticed her dozens of times before, her presence here and now as alarming, was she one of the attackers, watching them? He approached her, "Why are you here?"

The woman's hood obscured her glowing red eyes and most of her face. Only her chin and lips were visible. Her face was pale and had lost much of her skin color in death. She was a dark ranger. The woman gave no spoken response, simply a smirk at the Death Knight.

Kye stared at her for a moment, at her hauntingly familiar smile. Without a word, he knew who she was and exactly why she was there, he spoke again, "The daughters live, the son is missing but suspected alive. We'll find him, I promise."

The woman leapt up onto another ledge and fled the scene via rooftop and Kye joined the rest of the group.

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The Inquisitor's Infirmary, Undisclosed Location in the Spire, Silvermoon City, Quel'thalas.

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Ceroluthrel led the way into the infirmary, following the sentry, and then a Spire guard. He spotted Tyan sitting intently by one of the beds, while one of Tyan's priestlings went from patient to patient, checking vital signs, and casting healing spells.

Tyan glanced down at Miastal with an even deeper than usual frown on his face.

Rialius moved over to Miastal's bed and stood opposite Tyan, "How's he doing?"

Ollie moved to the bed between his two sisters and sat himself down on a stool.

Quin and Xera sat outside in the hall and cracked jokes.

Ceroluthrel took up a position against the wall, watching and waiting.

Talverin leaned against a wall nearby Miastal, "So what happened? Who did this? Can we kill them?"

Alianesh looked up at the Illidari and the Ebon Blade as they walked in. He had moved to Youls as Ollie sat between Youls and Leiah, and nodded politely to them as he closed his eyes and entered a healing trance, working to accelerate their recovery.

Tyan grunted, "Masked attackers came in, and apparently they shot Dani, and then they attacked the rest of us when we came to defend, and they apparently took prisoners."

Alianesh moves to Miastal and Dalaen, his brow furrowed in concentration as he extends his healing ability once again over the two elves.

Ceroluthrel watches closely, thinking. "I suppose the Inquisition is working on any enemy survivors."

Tyan grunted, "Yes. They resurrected everyone. Including the enemy. Kemnebi got me out. I don't know where that one has gotten off to.

Ceroluthrel nodded and folded his arms. "We will know soon, then."

#Rialius #Ceroluthrel #Talverin #Kyverin #Xerathrin #Quinthal #Tyan Sunbrand #Oliver Pyreanor #The Society Strikes #The Society Strikes Storyline #The Society Storyline

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zanpyreanor · 8 years ago

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[Story] Rangerling Angst

The Sunblade Estate, 1 Suncrown Hills Trail, Blackened Wood, Quel'thalas.

9:10pm

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The young rangers crowded into a single bedroom at the Sunblade Estate as there weren't all that many guest rooms to begin with. They had one king-size bed between the eight young rangers, a lynx, a lynx cub, and Andy the raven, and that was okay because none of them could sleep after what happened. While they realized they could return to the Farstrider barracks, but what if the bad people came because they were at the Pyreanor? What if it was all their fault?

Tal Brightmane brought up several of his pet cats for the young elves, along with things to distract them. Two decks of cards, board games, paper pads and sticks of graphite. He brought a few extra blankets and pillows but they weren't used to so many guests and were ill-equipped to provide all the necessary comforts of home.

Nelanth, the nerdy blonde rangerling with an impotent ear that refused to stand upright, sat in a corner and hugged his knees. Keylorian, his adoptive father, had not yet arrived and was among the unaccounted for. The Dawnraker twins, his stepbrothers were petrified in a different corner; after all, these bad people were probably out to get them. They felt the attack was their fault.

Nelanth sat with a Pyreanor com in his upright ear, waiting for his dad's voice, when he overhead the conversation between Jayir and Tyan, where Tyan said, "They’re all dead. Only Kemnebi and I survived. We’re safe at an undisclosed location for now." Then Jayir broadcasted, "The Pyreanor has fallen. 9 dead. Leiah, Youls, Zandrae, Miastal, Iviaen, Dalaen, Belenus, Jestin, Keylorian. Others safe in hiding. Do not approach building. Danger."

Hot tears rolled down the boy's face and he began to sob uncontrollably at the news of his father's death. After the fall of Quel'thalas he was among the unwanted unclaimed children, his birth parents died on Quel'danas and he survived by pure luck. It had been so long since his original loss when he asked Keylorian on a whim to be his dad. He honestly didn't expect the old monk to actually adopt him for reals, but it happened, and for the first time in half his life he was wanted and loved again.

And now his new father was dead, just like that, he never even got to say goodbye.

The raven Andy nibbled his ear and nestled the side of his face but it didn't help any.

After some time of listening to the Morse code notification about his father's death, he heard a second conversation on the com, which came from Alianesh Dawnraker, a cousin of Ria and Tyan's apprentice, who wound up not evacuating when everyone else did and managed to survive unharmed.

"Tyan. Jayir. Pyreanor is under inquisitor guard. Living, in critical but stable condition are Leiah, Youls, Miastal, Dalaen, Belenus, Jestin. Need someone to re-engage wards. We are at undisclosed location with Inquisitor Lyral," Alianesh said. He then added, "Keylorian, Zandrae, and Iviaen were not found. I repeat, Leiah, Youls, Miastal, Dalaen, Belenus, and Jestin are alive, critical, but stable. Zandrae, Iviaen, and Keylorian were not present."

His dad wasn't confirmed dead, but he was missing. The rivers of tears streaming down his face dried up, not because he felt so much better about the updated scenario, but because he was dehydrated and out of tears.

Eventually all of the young rangers fell asleep, some curled in balls on the bed, others on the floor using each other as pillows. They slept until shortly before noon when Doctor Goldweaver handed him a scroll.

The scroll was written in a code standard for Farstriders and read, "Zan, Iviaen, Myself captured. Attempting escape. Wedged other half of this statue at end of passage leading into keep. Hope to be home soon. If we do not make further contact, will need rescue. Bring a very large force. Place is huge. Love, Dad."

Nel hugged the scroll close for a time before he sought out the elder rangers and shared the information with them.

#Nelanth Everfell #The Society Storline #The Society Strikes Storyline

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zanpyreanor · 8 years ago

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[Story] The Edge on Broken Shore

On the outskirts of Deliverance Point, The Broken Shore, The Broken Isles 8:49pm Thalassian Time

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Ceroluthrel was awake. Something woke him, a crackling from his communicator. He held it to his ear and listened, then nudged Rialius. "Honey, what's an "Evacuate, code four"?"

Rialius yawned, "I don't know. It's probably a crossed frequency."

"It's Zandrae." replied Ceroluthrel.

No answer, Rialius was out like a light.

Celroluthrel waited with the communicator for further information. The next message that was transmitted came a little under a half hour later, and was in morse code, and the nudge that he gave Rialius was more like a slap, as it repeated, "The Pyreanor has fallen. 9 dead. Leiah, Youls, Zandrae, Miastal, Iviaen, Dalaen, Belenus, Jestin, Keylorian. Others safe in hiding. Do not approach building. Danger."

Ceroluthrel sets the com down and pulled on his armor, then ducked out of the tent. "I'm going to go find our two wildlings. Get dressed."

Rialius groaned and got out of bed, got dressed, and grabbed his glaives, "They hurt my baby brother. I'm going to kill a motherfucker."

Ceroluthrel thumped the entrance flap of the tent where Quin and Xera were supposed to be. "Xera? Quin? Wake up and ready yourselves for battle." He paced, tapping on the tent poles with his glaives for a few moments, listening for noises inside the tent that would indicate the other two Illidari were present and awake.

Xerathrin's voice groaned from within the tent in response to Ceroluthrel's thumpint, "Battle? I've sacrificed everything, what have you given?"

Quinthal sighed and crawled from his bedroll, "Let me get my hat."

"The same damned thing you did, get your pants on," Ceroluthrel replied.

Xerathrin replied, "Down with pants, up with skirts."

"Whatever. We're leaving as soon as the Commander is ready."

Rialius Sunbrand made his way over to the other three, "My youngest brother is dead, so are many others. We can take a brief intermission from slaughtering demons to slaughter some other idiots who are probably working for demons."

Ceroluthrel nodded. He had no words at the moment, but simply clapped Rialius on the shoulder. "We will try to make contact with someone once we are in Quel'thalas. See if we can reach Tyan. He needs you. So does Danil. Once we find who the felsworn bastards are, they will die."

Acherus: The Ebon Hold, The Broken Shore, The Broken Isles

9:20pm Thalassian Time

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Three Sin'dorei Death Knights walked away from a briefing, two tall older elves with white hair and strong jawlines--twins, and one short, young, freckled, round-faced ginger.

One of the twins put his hand on his forehead, "My head hurts, does that orc ever stop yelling? It makes me want to take a shower in holy energy."*

The other twin groaned, "Sometimes I wonder about this order."

The ginger smiled a sweet, innocent sort of smile, "At least you don't have to smell Amal'thazad's cats."*

The three laughed. One of the twins put a com device in his ear and keyed up to speak then paused when he heard the morse code. He stopped dead in his tracks and the others stopped a step or two later, then turned to face him.

The twin spoke, "Code transmission. Says 'the Pyreanor has fallen. 9 dead. Leiah, Youls, Zandrae, Miastal, Iviaen, Dalaen, Belenus, Jestin, Keylorian. Others safe in hiding. Do not approach building. Danger.'"

The little ginger frowned, "Perhaps we should take a break from the shore for a while and head home."

The other twin replied, "We shouldn't approach."

The ginger replied, "What's the worst that could happen? We're already dead." They set off toward Dalaran, homeward bound.

( * these are nods/references to Mograine's Migraines.)

#The Society Storyline #The Society Strikes #Actually the DHs and DKs are very not-edgy

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zanpyreanor · 8 years ago

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[Story] No One Expects the Thalassian Inquisition

Pyreanor Gift and Boarding House, 24 Phoenix Way, The Bazaar, Quel'thalas.

9:08pm

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Usually the inquisitors of Quel'thalas worked alone, or in a small team, possibly with a spell breaker or a warden, with a focus on monitoring problem citizens, correcting criminals, and extracting the truth from enemies of the state. When the group of armored men in uniforms and priests in dark robes, some fancy and some plain poured through the door, they took the lone sentry left to guard the shop while the rest of the Society agents hunted for goods and residents.

The sentry fell to the blades of a warden.

Lyral surveyed the death in the room, the bodies, and the blood-soaked floor; he touched corpse of Leiah, she was still warm. "Find who did this and kill them!"

Grand Inquisitor Lyral Sunfall called out his order.

The priest closed his eyes as the inquisitors in fancy robes and the wardens, armed, ran off in different directions. He spoke again to the inquisitors in plain robes, apprentice inquisitors--inquisitorlings, "Bring me the corpses still warm. Upstairs and in the stairwell to the basement."

The inquisitorlings scattered around brought back Dalaen, Miastal, Jestin, Belenus, and a number of masked society magi and mercenaries.

Lyral began a chant and the Light surged around his body then burst out. A mass resurrection, Inquisitor Lyral knelt to the ground and poured all his energy into the channel. The dead's lingering spirits were yanked to their bodies, with great force and trauma, and their hearts began beating once more, a feat that substantially strained Lyral.

The pulse from his spell was so powerful the entire city block could have felt it, and the Society Agents did.

The Society Agents realized that someone or something very powerful was very angry at what happened here and would rip them apart given the opportunity. They activated teleportation devices and vanished.

Lyral looked to his apprentice inquisitors, "Well, what are you waiting for, get to healing. Make them stable enough that I can stop this life support spell. The ones without masks are priority."

The young inquisitors in training began triage healing.

Alianesh looks up as a pulse of light ripples around his barrier of shadow. The shouts, screams, and fighting had ended, and no more footsteps ran down the hall. He squeezed Sennivas's shoulder then stood and pulled the shadow barrier aside at the door. The priestling peeked out and looked down the hall, then up. He removed the shadow barrier and grabbed emergency medical kits, then hurried down the hall to the shop.

There was so much blood, and so many bodies. The young priest's jaw dropped, and the somewhat cumbersome kits fell from his hands as he took in the scene.

After a moment, the shock passed, and his training kicked in. He picked up the kits by their handles and continued, he knelt by Miastal and Dalaen. Opening the kit, he began the work of stabilization and healing, his face a stone-like mask.

Lyral's ears perked and his eyes opened, his shimmering golden Light-empowered gaze rested upon the boy. He spoke, voice strained, as if it were hard to talk and keep the life-support spell up, "Thank you for your help, young survivor. Please don't run off when we're done here. You will need a proper therapeutic debriefing."

Alianesh nods. "Patient in infirmary, stable but can't be moved, had to stay unseen." He continued working, sliding the kit he wasn't using over to the next group of healers with his foot as he concentrated on extracting arrows, using Light to heal as he slowly removed them.

Lyran managed a nod and his eyes closed again, "We shall move him, you, and the others to a secure, private infirmary. Once healed, the attackers will be interrogated and will suffer severely for their transgressions." The soft, gentle voice of the priest hardened with malice, "This injustice will not go unpunished."

Alianesh's hands shook slightly as he extracted the last of the arrows from Dalaen and set up the IV pole, starting a saline drip. The priest turned to Miastal and, with a deep breath, repeated the process of extraction and healing. He nodded affirmatively to Lyran's words. Once he had everything out and a second drip set up, he stretched and took a syringe with pain medication, metered a dose, and administered it to Dalaen first, then Miastal, murmuring, "Dalaen, Miastal, it's over. You are safe."

The other wardens and inquisitors returned and began assisting the trainees in their healing. One of the wardens spoke, "All clear. We detected powerful wards on the roof."

Lyral spoke to the wardens, "We'll need transports and gurnies for each of these plus one, they have someone in their infirmary that needs moving. We'll also need a clean-up and repair crew. Once everything is cleaned up, board and find a way to raise all the wards here to their maximum levels and post watch."

One of the young inquisitor trainees finished healing Jestin and began removing the man's armor for an IV. The young one's brows furrowed at the man's glowing, construct-like hands and arms, "Um."

Another young inqiuistor looked over at the trainee beside her and his patient and joined him in a choir of "Um."

Alianesh looks over and frowns, "Um... Neck, maybe?" He scratches his head, frantically trying to remember anatomy.

Lyral let out a strained laugh, "Ah you've discovered Jestin Lightreaver's condition. Yes, his neck will do."

Alianesh walked back into the infirmary and emerged with a large crystal, which he handed to Lyral before he returned to the infirmary. He searched for any possible stored blood for those who lost so much of it. He re-emerged with a frown, walked up to Lyral and murmured in his ear, "If your people have blood samples, can they create blood for transfusion?"

Lyral replied with a slight nod.

Sometime later, the patients, both Pyreanor residents and otherwise, were moved to an infirmary in an undisclosed location and separated into two separate healing wards to prevent further incidents.

#The Society Storyline

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zanpyreanor · 8 years ago

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[Story] Aftermath (Part 1)

Undisclosed Infirmary Location, Silvermoon City, Quel'thalas 10:00pm

Alianesh put his com back on and eyed the potion in front of him, which contained a potent calming agent. His nerves were, pardon the pun, shot. His hands shook, and they trembled even more when he heard the repeating message from Jayir.

'The Pyreanor has fallen. 9 dead. Leiah, Youls, Zandrae, Miastal, Iviaen, Dalaen, Belenus, Jestin, Keylorian. Others safe in hiding. Do not approach building. Danger.'

The priestling downed half the potion as he looked out over the infirmary at those who were slowly recovering. Al's finger pressed the button wearily and his faint voice overrode the transmission from Jayir.

"Tyan. Jayir. Pyreanor is under inquisitor guard. Living, in critical but stable condition are Leiah, Youls, Miastal, Dalaen, Belenus, Jestin. Need someone to re-engage wards. We are at undisclosed location with Inquisitor Lyral." He set the recording to repeat until acknowledged, then appended, "Keylorian, Zandrae, and Iviaen were not found. I repeat, Leiah, Youls, Miastal, Dalaen, Belenus, and Jestin are alive, critical, but stable. Zandrae, Iviaen, and Keylorian were not present."

Tyan's voice, worn down and broken, spoke in response in a slow, dragging meter, "Lyral. I... we will engage the wards and come to you."

Al looked up as the Inquisitor entered the room and returned to sipping his potion, the haze a balm to his nerves. His lids grew heavy.

Al murmured, "Miastal's alive, Tyan. We will find your Zan and the others."

At the Sunblade Estate, Jayir's ears perked at Al's message. He grabbed his machinery and tapped a new message, 'Pyreanor has fallen. Do not approach building. 6 injured, critical but stable, safe at undisclosed location. Leiah, Youls, Miastal, Dalaen, Belenus, Jestin. 3 missing, presumed alive for now, Keylorian, Iviaen, Zandrae.'

He flopped flat onto the floor and let out a slight sigh of relief, at least they weren't all dead.

#The Society Storyline

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[Story] Sanctuary at the Sunblade (Part 1)

The Sunblade Estate, 1 Suncrown Hills Trail, Blackened Wood, Quel'thalas.

9:15pm

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Jayir paced up and down the hall of the uppermost floor of the Sunblade Estate, back and forth, back and forth, his cat Sketch paced back and forth on his shoulders as he did so. Jay stopped and so did the cat, he grabbed the com device from his pack, turned it on, and listened. He flipped between frequencies until he reached the Sunhammer frequency, he'd call Ria and tell her what happened, perhaps she could comfort him.

What he found on the frequency was the bleeping of code. He closed his eyes and listened to the last of the message. "Do not seek refuge here. Danger." Jay stopped, his body began to tremble, and Sketch bunted his face in attempt to comfort the elf. He leaned himself against a wall and slid down into a sitting position. Jay listened to the silence on the frequency and after two minutes the message repeated, "SOS, Dawnraker Estate, Ria S. 20 rangers and magi, do not seek refuge here. Danger."

His mentor was busy. He got on the Pyreanor frequency and listened. Silence. He then spoke, "QRZ."

Tyan's voice responded, his tone was distressed, "Stop that stupid fucking code talk. Who is this?"

Jayir let out a sigh of relief at Tyan's voice, "It's Jay. We're safe. How about you?"

The old priest was unaware that Iviaen, Keylorian, and Zan were spirited away as he spent much of his time focused on Miastal during the conflict. He was also and unaware that Lyral and his crew had come after their escape and saved everyone. Tyan's voice waivered with emotion as he broke the news to Jayir, "They're all dead. Only Kemnebi and I survived. We're safe at an undisclosed location for now."

"Rest and stay safe. We will talk again soon. I'm going to send out code now," Jayir's lip quivered. He pulled a mechanical device out of his pack and tapped a message into it.

Jayir tapped the message, 'The Pyreanor has fallen. 9 dead. Leiah, Youls, Zandrae, Miastal, Iviaen, Dalaen, Belenus, Jestin, Keylorian. Others safe in hiding. Do not approach building. Danger.' Every two minutes it went off on the Pyreanor com, and anyone on the frequency who happened to check it would hear. He timed it so that it didn't conflict with the message from Ria on her frequency and set his own device to play both frequencies at once.

Jayir couldn't break it to others in person, he couldn't even speak he was so upset. Those that tuned into the com frequency would know.

He bowed his head and began to sob, the messages 'SOS, Dawnraker Estate, Ria S. 20 rangers and magi, do not seek refuge here. Danger,' and 'The Pyreanor has fallen. 9 dead. Leiah, Youls, Zandrae, Miastal, Iviaen, Dalaen, Belenus, Jestin, Keylorian. Others safe in hiding. Do not approach building. Danger,' alternated in his right ear.

Jay eagerly awaited for an update from Ria, for some sort of news in this darkest hour.

Sketch made endless futile attempts to cheer up his elf-dad.

#The Society Storyline

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[Story] Execution: Pyreanor (Part 6)

Pyreanor Gift and Boarding House, 24 Phoenix Way, The Bazaar, Quel'thalas.

8:50pm (multiple contributions)

Leiah Pyreanor leapt over the railing from the second floor down towards a masked Magister in the bottom level of the Pyreanor Gift shop. The Magister was about to release a spell up towards Kemnebi, Tyan, Miastal, and Dalaen, and the spellbreaker wouldn't have any of that, "Get out of my house!" She yelled as she drove her blade across the spell projectile.

According to the law of conservation of energy; energy can neither be created nor destroyed, only transformed. It simply changes from one form to another. Where does all that energy woven into a spell go when it's broken? It turns into heat, suddenly, and explosively.

Keylorian attacked the bowmen who had shot Danil with quick jabs, focused kicks, and punches designed to incapacitate. When he could, he removed the bow from their hands, removed the string, and used it as a second staff, attacking the next in the firing line. When Leiah's breaking of the mage's spell sent a wave of fire across the shop, his form became encased in a cocoon of green mist, which interacted with the explosion by diffusing what was projected in his direction and directing it around him.

The explosion from the spell's destruction shattered the glass on one of the display cases below and propelled Leiah back into a display shelf against the wall, which fell forward above her onto the display counter, which kept it from crushing her.

If Danil weren't badly injured and off elsewhere, he would probably be internally screaming at the destruction of his shop.

One of the masked Magisters called out, "Don't kill the red haired one with the goggles or the fat one. Exterminate the rest like the rats they are."

Keylorian spun and pointed in the direction of the masked Magister, and another bolt of jade lightning erupted from his hands, and knocked the Magister into the wall.

The magister gasped for air then growled and called out, "Shoot that one!" Several of the bowmen turned their bows towards Keylorian.

Kemnebi released his arrow at one of the enemy bowmen, impaled him through his temple, and sent the man to the floor like a ragdoll.

Leiah climbed out from beneath the shelf and charged again into the fray. She body checked a bowman into a shelf, and the shelf fell over onto him. Boxes of seasonal chocolate rained onto the man. What a waste of perfectly good candy.

Zan rushed into the crowd as well, his body shimmered gold with the light—his faith was his armor. One of the bowmen lowered his bow and thrust a polearm at the ginger, which Zan deflected with a glance of his shield. He grinned a sadistic grin and shoved his short sword back into its scabbard. He then lifted a spell gun from its holster and blasted it at the bowman, "Bang." A flurry of fire and shadowblasted the man, and lit his bow, clothing, and hair on fire. The bowman screamed, stopped, dropped, and rolled.

Dalaen looked at the broken glass upon the floor and then down at his bare feet. He let out a rasp of irritation and moved back to his room for shoes.

Tyan called after him, "Where do you think you're going? Don't be a coward, Duskhallow!"

Dalaen called back, "I need some shoes! I won't be able to cast if my feet have shards of broken glass lodged in them. "

Meanwhile the forces invading through the back door managed to break through Iviaen's kitchen door barrier and a lock pick went about opening the next-door while the others fought.

Youls used her polearm to vault over the counter and jumped into a group of enemy plate-clad spell breakers, she locked weapons with them in hand-to-hand combat. Iviaen began shooting bursts of frost-energy at some of Youls' targets; he attempted to freeze their armor until she could shatter them on impact and leave them unprotected.

The kitchen door opened and two men, spell breakers, poured into the room. Iviaen raised a barrier around himself but paid no mind to the duo flanking him—he didn't realize spell breakers were behind him. With a powerful strike, one of the breakers shattered his ice barrier and two sharp daggers slammed into either side of Iviaen's back. The mage let out an agonized scream and collapsed to the floor as poisons and the pain of a shadowstalkers' daggers lodged in his back overtook him. One of the flanking spellbreakers brought his foot down on Iviaen's head and pinned him there until he slipped out of consciousness. One of the shadowstalkers fastened a device around Iviaen's arm and he disappeared, spirited off to who knows where.

Back over by the front door, Keylorian rolled backward and under the swipe of one of the men behind him and popped up next to him, he looked at the man and said "HI!" loudly in his ear, and used the startled reaction to flip the man over his hip and into the remaining, upright bowman.

The archers fell over from Keylorian's bowling for bowmen and lowered their bows long enough to get out from beneath their thrown colleague.

One of the mask-clad magi engaged with Zan and pulled a device from his pack. Zan wasn't the only engineer in Quel'thalas. The device detonated and released a pulse that scrambled all technology within an area. Zan's spell guns broke down, as did the barrier that protected Leiah's head from impacts.

Keylorian muttered and a wave of red mist went spiraling into the small section of room in front of him. Designed to drop enemies into a deep sleep within seconds, the mist was much like the poison that the shadowstalkers had used on Iviaen. He had hoped to incapacitate the magi, and followed the mist with sharp strikes of his staff to their heads.

The red mist incapacitated two of the robed combatants and Keylorian easily knocked them out. The one calling the shots and one of the magi clad in white, however, were not among those.

Kemnebi remained up above, his bow drawn, he looked around the room, and the residents were all locked deep within the fray with the attackers. He could not get a clear shot, so he waited.

The shot-caller called out, "Shoot the ones upstairs." The remaining bowmen were finally back on their feet, they turned their attention to Kemnebi, Miastal, and Tyan, the latter of whom had been casting shields on those down below. A volley of arrows and a fireball blasted up towards the trio. Kemnebi flipped out of the way and Tyan took cover, but Miastal was not so lucky. An arrow pierced his throat, his chest, and one hit his shoulder, and the younger priest collapsed to the floor.

Tyan growled, "Mia!" He pulled his wounded brother out of line of sight of the enemies and began to heal him, "Don't die on me." He raised a barrier around himself and Kemnebi and began focusing on healing Mia.

Try as he might, Kemnebi could not escape Tyan's barrier and found himself rendered useless in the fight. He paced like a lion trapped in a cage, arrow nocked and ready, but no way to attack.

Downstairs, the elderly monk turned his attention again to the bowmen, engaging the one closest to him at too close a range for him to draw his bow. He did his best to keep the man's body in between himself and the other archers as he kicked and punched with deadly accuracy. He had seen Iviaen go down out of the corner of his eye, and a small part of his brain registered that they moved Iviaen elsewhere. "They are taking prisoners!" he shouted, continuing his task of dismantling the archers.

The archer Keylorian turned upon focused on trying to fight back. The archer reached for his own short-sword but Keyorian struck him in a way that disabled him from drawing his melee weapon, the archer attempted to move away from Keylorian.

Leiah remained locked in combat with one of the plate-wearers, whereas Zan kept using the light, and spell work, to deflect spells from an attacking magi. The woman in white threw healing at some of her own fighters.

Across the room, Youls found herself pinned to the ground, while she was quick, nimble, and strong, she was both outnumbered and not perfect. Eventually she made a mistake and paid the price. Two blades drove into her, one on each shoulder, and pinned her to the floor.

Keylorian punched the archer in the face, aiming with the flat of his palm inward and upward against the man's nose. There was a crunch as his palm impacted, and the monk summoned his chi, leaping for the white-robed woman and whipping his staff off its harness on his back. He aimed for her torso, a blow that would hopefully break ribs and interrupt her healing of others.

The healer received a firm slap in the ribs and a loud, sickening crack emitted from her body. She stumbled back and hid in one of the display areas to recover. One of the shadowstalkers appeared behind Keylorian and moved to shove his swords into the old monk's trapezius muscles on either side of his neck. The trapezius muscles were muscles that connected the neck to the shoulders, quite painful.

One spell breaker remained behind and kept Youls pinned down with a foot while the rest moved towards Leiah, Zan, and Keylorian.

Leiah was thoroughly distracted by her combat, and unaware that her head-barrier had gone down. One of the breakers from across the room slammed his shield into the back of her head, the impact knocked her out and forward onto the ground, out.

Keylorian ducked low, bringing his staff around, but not low enough to miss the blow of the shadowstalker who had appeared behind him. He impacted the ground, dazed briefly, before attempting to execute a quick roll away from his assailant. A pulse of chi flung the shadowstalker away from him, and that same pulse, as it radiated outward, would bring some healing to Youls, Zandrae, and Leiah.

The healing kept Youls from bleeding out, she was very much alive, just in agony and unable to move or fight. Leiah was unconscious but otherwise not in too bad a shape, and Zan was mostly unharmed outside of the superficial cut or scratch.

The priestess hidden amongst the shelves of the shop projected outwards toward Zan's mind, and Zan met the attempt to break into his mind with resistance. Unfortunately his mental resistance came at the price of his physical body shields weakening and his concentration waning. One of his foes drove a blade deep into Zan's gut and impaled him. His mental barriers collapsed, as did his body, forward onto the blade, which penetrated through Zan's back.

The lead Magister called out, "I said not to kill them, you idiots." One of the shadowstalkers appeared and affixed a device on Zan's arm and the ginger disappeared.

At Zan's cry of agony, Keylorian's head snapped up. He swung at the shadowstalker who had just affixed a device to Zan's arm, but his rage, more than calculation, was a factor in his lunge. He had overextended himself.

The one who impaled Zan replied, "Relax, we've got healers."

Keylorian struck the shadowstalker in the head, cracking the man's skull, but at the same time a spellbreaker brought blade up under Keylorian, he hoped the man would impale himself in the attack on the shadowstalker.

The armor did part of its job- it slowed the dagger's ascent and skewed it so that it slid along a lower rib instead of the gut. The shadowstalker received an elbow to the face for his trouble, but the poison on the dagger had begun to affect the monk and he staggered once, than twice, as he brought his staff back around to bear. The gout of jade lightning reserved for the group ascending the stairs petered out rather abruptly as he slumped to the floor.

The ringleader looked towards Keylorian, "Take that one too, we'll punish him for being such a nuisance, and kill anyone else you find." One of the remaining shadowstalkers affixed a device to Keylorian's arm and spirited him away.

Upstairs, Tyan tried desperately to save his younger brother. He managed to keep Miastal on the edge between life and death but could not manage any more. Dalaen was trapped on the other side of the barrier, unable to reach the combat, and Kemnebi was trapped in the barrier. A force of two bowmen, a magi, and two spellbreakers moved up the stairs.

Within thirty seconds, Tyan's barrier fell. Kemnebi grabbed him and dragged the priest into a bedroom. Tyan screamed and protested. Kem slammed the door behind him, then kicked out one of the stained glass windows in and then jumped out of it, taking a struggling Tyan with him. He threw the ill-tempered old priest over his shoulders and ran for the safest place he could think of—the Farstrider lodge in Silvermoon.

Dalaen stood alone in the face of two spellbreakers, two bowmen, and a magister. He raised his hands in surrender, I "Hey I just live here." The agents didn't care and Dalaen never stood a chance. They planted several arrows in him and in Miastal then went on searching for more residents.

Another detachment, after shooting the remnants of the Pyreanor injured who lay on the floor of the s hop, they went down towards the basement, and while Jestin and Belenus fought valiantly, they fell as well.

Much to the dismay of the Society attackers, another group of magi, archers, and spell breakers, ones without masks, flooded into the door of the Pyreanor, their leader looked over the corpses and blood on the floor and shouted, "Find who did this and kill them!"

#TW: Blood behind the cut #Longpost #The Society Storyline

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[Story] Execution: Pyreanor (Part 4)

Pyreanor Gift and Boarding House, 24 Phoenix Way, The Bazaar, Quel'thalas.

8:47pm

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Lady Leiah, the eldest of the Pyreanor sisters, had long, silken coppery red hair cropped just below shoulder length and a freckled face. She stood nude before a full body mirror in her room; she had brushed her damp hair to perfection, struck little poses, and admired her physique. She had just finished a day of work at the smithy, her rigorous evening workout, and relaxing evening bath. Her form seemed delicate and cute, then she flexed her muscles, displaying just how buff she was under her dainty facade to the woman in the mirror, and the woman seemed to approve.

The alarm went off and Leiah cringed. What was it now? She moved to her dresser and started putting on clean clothes; she would have to make an appearance. When the call for evacuation sounded over the intercom, Leiah's casual pace shifted to a hurried one. She pulled on her armor, activated the head barrier spell, and went plowing from her room like a freight train, sword and board in hands, and Light help anyone who got in her way.

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Dalaen Duskhallow, Reliquary Magister, preferred to eat his supper alone and sat in his bedroom, on his bed, with a tray over his lap, food box, and a wineglass upon the tray. Dalaen enjoyed a good book in the evenings, with a good cup of wine. He was an athletic man with dark auburn hair, known for his cunning, his fire magic, and shadow magic. Dalaen wore his hair, usually kept in braids, down and long, and it cascaded in large waves down his back, large hoop earrings, a loose silken robe, and jewelry inspired by his archaeological finds in Uldum, jewelry plated with gold and accented with lapis lazuli.

This was nice, a fine relaxing evening. He took a bite of his food, a sip of his wine, and then the alarm went off and he coughed on his drink. No, no no! Not tonight. He winced as the screams of the woman below echoed in his head. Dalaen wrinkled his nose, brought his lips up in a sneer, and ground his teeth.

Zan's voice spoke through the com, Dalaen put the lid back on his food box, moved his meal tray aside, and rose from his bed with an exasperated sigh. It never ended. He grabbed his staff and marched down the stairs in his silky robes to put out whatever fire the idiots in the workshop happened to cause this time. He paused when he saw the trail of blood leading up one of the ramps to the upper floors. This wasn't a fire, and there he was in his nightgown, barefoot, about to face light-knows what with only his spell-stick. He growled and pressed himself against a wall, and listened.

He survived against the scourge; he could handle this, no problem.

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Tyan, the grumpy old priest whom Zan called husband, Azara, the handsome white-haired grumpy tinkering paladin whom Zan also called husband stirred from their book reading on the call for an evacuation. Tyan was enjoying the newest addition to the Hawk and Lynx novel series, while Azara had been surveying a new book of gnomish schematics smuggled in from Alliance territory and translated. The two grumps looked at each other and nodded.

Tyan would stay and heal. Azara would go door to door with the master key, open it, and make sure every resident got out. As they stepped out of the bedroom, Leiah went barreling between them at high speed. She shoved one grump to either side of her, "Get out of my way, nerds." Tyan pinched the bridge of his nose and Azara ran down the hall to assure everyone evacuated.

Miastal ran up to his brother, "What's going on?"

Tyan sighed, "I don't know." He looked up and noticed Kemnebi armed and ready on the banister and Dalaen pressed against the wall beside them all pretty in his nightclothes, then at the trail of blood leading upstairs that the wavy haired brunet Magister eyed, "Something bad. Very, very bad."

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Meanwhile, Danil lurched up the ramp towards the upper floors where the young rangerlings and other youths resided, and he left a trail of blood in his wake. It was hard to move and hard to breathe, he tasted the familiar taste of blood in his mouth as his lungs flooded with blood. He coughed occasionally and felt as if every moment was an eternity, a familiar horror he experienced in the aftermath of his kite accident in Pandaria. Danil had several arrows impaling him, in his, left, front, and right sides, including his lungs. His usually fel-green eyes glowed a pale golden with a hint of soft of blue green. Dani was only alive based on his own willpower, on his light and his chi.

Many of the young residents stood outside their rooms in armor, ready to fight, while others, the younger non-combatant ones, clung to prized possessions or pet cats, terrified, and seeing Danil, the walking wounded, trying to care for them only amplified their terror.

Danil led the young elves to a storage room in the middle of the floor area and showed them the transporter base. One of the young rangers locked the door behind them. The gentle giant half-elf uttered, with shallow breaths and between coughs, "Take one of these. Set it to four, press the button. You will be okay." One by one all of the wards left, all but two Wynthar Dawnblaze and Tyariel Dawnblaze, brothers raised a by a priestess. They insisted Danil go before them, so they knew he would also be safe.

Tyariel took Danil's transporter controller and set it to four then spirited him away, he followed, and Wynthar, the cheerful ginger ranger, went last.

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(This-part is written by two people collaboratively.)

Meanwhile, on the lowest floor of the basement, Nuadathiel had been relaxing after a long shower, wings fanned out, half-asleep and in bed. The ripples of the woman's scream did not quite reach the venerable mage's ears, but the alarm did, and he pushed himself up on his elbows to insert the communicator in his ear, belatedly remembering to engage the hiding function as he pulled on loose trousers, then his battle robe and soft cloth boots. A cloak and additional chest armor followed.

"Evacuate, code four. This is not a drill. Evacuate code four." said the calm voice of Warden Pyreanor through the headset.

The magus frowned and grabbed his belt pouch and tome, then stepped out of his room, locking the door behind him.

He knocked on Aidanathiel's door and it opened. "Grab Andorithas before he does something stupid and get the younglings to the portal." he ordered, then went on to rouse Liliriel, Seritathiel, and Andorithas. Next, he knocked on Gavin and Aeinnar's door, then Regiarin's, which felt like it opened onto the Borean Tundra.

The silver-haired elf grabbed a thick, fluffy blanket from the linen closet and opened the door. "Regiarin, it's Nuada," he shouted, "We need to leave now."

Regiarin, the blue-skinned young frost mage, in fear of recapture, went into a frozen, panicked sort of state, which included flash freezing his bedroom. His wings quivered as Nuada eased him up out of his room. Aeinnar slipped from his room, illusion up, his red hair neatly groomed and a weak smile on his face. The scruffy brown haired Gavinarin stumbled from his room in his violet robes, also illusioned, but not quite as confident.

Talethiel emerged from his room, fully armored, illusioned, and ready to fight. He set up defense at the door to the stairwell, which he closed and locked. Garethiel, clad in his white leathers, exited soon after, blades ready and looking for a fight. He took his place beside Talethiel. The freckled pyromancer Zarithiel soon joined the two.

Zerah, a white haired priestling and one of the partially apotheosed, came bursting from his room and ran down the hall. He hit the mechanism to reveal the mechanical platform and smiled, proud of himself, "Let's get going."

Pathariel emerged from his room shortly after wearing his armor, bow, and quiver, ready to fight, and moments later Vosathiel slipped from his own bedroom, fully robed, and moved toward the exit platform. He looked at it, then at Zerah, then at Path.

"You go first, make sure it's safe," Vosath said to the golden-haired blue-clad ranger. The ranger vanished and returned a few moments later, gave a thumbs up gesture, then vanished again, and Vosathiel followed after him.

Thantal, the former Society test-subject suffering crystallization, eased another victim, the red-skinned, black haired Felblood Vathiel, from a bedroom and toward the emergency exit. Both pressed the gems on their necklaces and activated their illusions before using the device for their escape.

Nuadathiel tapped Aeinnar on the shoulder and handed Regiarin over to him with a soft smile. "Go now, swiftly."

Aenniar smiled at the elder Nuada and carried his bundled up, quivering friend to the teleportation pad, pressed the button, and spirited them away to safety. One by one, all of the younger elves did this.

Garthiel glanced behind himself, then at the locked door, "Do we escape, or stand and fight whatever might be there?"

Zarithiel shook his head and clutched his staff, fire magic arcing at his fingertips, "If we stay, we fight, and we fall injured and incapacitated, there is a chance those who find us will kill us instead of heal us. We cannot count on mercy. We must flee.

Nuadathiel nodded, walking calmly back to his room and unlocking the door. He emerged with his staff, and locked the door, then touched the wall, murmuring softly. An additional shield formed and sank into the walls. A thick, arcane barrier formed across the door.

Seritathiel had her brother first by the ear, then by the legs as the scrappy rogue struggled. When he turned into a raven, she sighed and lofted her cloak around him, carrying the struggling bundle of angry bird onto the teleportation pad and pressed the button.

Liliriel followed them, an arrow nocked to her bow. She mashed the button with her elbow.

Aidana sighed. "Everyone gets a potion on the other side, or a boot to the head. We are NOT having another stress molt."

Zarithiel, Gar, and Talthiel began backpedaling, slowly, one-step at a time towards the transporter pad at the other end of the hall. Zarin then Gar took the transporter, one after another without a word.

Aidanathiel followed Gar, also without a word, her arms full of medical kits and bags of potions. She mashed the button with her elbow.

Talethiel stood with his weapon, shield out, and ready, glaring at the door on the other end of the building with an intense glare.

Nuadathiel looked sideways at Talethiel as he watched the door. The flock was evacuated.

Talethiel looked back to Nuada, "Go. I'll close up behind you."

Nuadathiel sighs and nods, the last of his barriers flowing upward. "Do not be long." he replied, and stepped on the teleport pad.

The magus tapped the button and was whisked away to the opposite end, where he looked out upon the other evacuees.

Talethiel hopped onto the transporter pad and slid the secret door closed, locking it in place. He then reached down into a compartment on the pad and pulled a mechanical device out. He set a timer for thirty seconds, pressed the activation button, then hit his teleport button. The device he activated remained even after Talethiel departed.

Thirty seconds later, the device, an EMP, activated and a powerful electromagnetic pulse fried the teleportation pad's circuit boards, and rendered it non-functional so no one could follow them, at least not through that particular device.

(more to come)

#The Society Storyline

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[Story] Execution: Pyreanor (Part 3)

Pyreanor Gift and Boarding House, 24 Phoenix Way, The Bazaar, Quel'thalas.

8:47pm

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Kemnebi Sunrunner, the black haired non-speaking ranger, slipped out of his shower and toweled himself off when he heard the alarm go off. He'd spilled drink on himself and needed to clean off after supper. The one night he decided to stop guarding early was the one night the alarm went off. He let out a sigh and began putting on clean clothes and then his armor; he winced as he felt a sudden pain in his mind from the shriek of the old woman below.

"Evacuate, code four. This is not a drill. Evacuate code four," Zan spoke over the intercom.

Kemnebi snarled at the message, grabbed his bow, his quiver, and bolted from his room and down the hall. He nocked an arrow as he ran and pulled his bowstring back; he hopped up onto the banister overlooking the shop space, he was ready to let the arrow fly. Kem aimed the arrow at the head of an enemy bowman and waited.

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Sweat trickled down the brow of Youl Pyreanor, Zan's younger sister, as the scrappy fighter punched and kicked a punching bag. She wore her coppery red hair cropped at chin length; with bangs that hid bother her eye patch and the gross disfiguration to her face caused by the scourge. She wore loose cloth pants and a tight chest-covering shirt as she engaged in her post-supper workout in the weight room.

Her freckled face scowled as she concentrated on her kicks, then the alarm went off. She stopped mid-kick, planted her feet on the ground, rolled her eye, twisted her ears back like an angry cat, and let out a sigh. She moved to a nearby table and took a drink of water then wiped herself down with a towel, her senses on high alert. She winced at the sound of the shrill scream, how could it be so loud another room? It made both her ears and her brain hurt. She growled in frustration and began strapping on her leather armor, she was calling her workout early tonight, too much distraction, and bullshit for her to tolerate.

A shiver ran down her spine as her brother's voice called out on the intercom, "Evacuate, code four. This is not a drill. Evacuate code four." This was the real deal. She pulled on her brocade pants, buttoned up her shirt, slipped on her form-fitting thick leather boots, and grabbed her polearm. She would personally kick the ass of whatever caused this disturbance for ruining her night, she exited the weight room and closed the door with slam so loud it's a wonder it didn't shake the whole building.

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Jestin and Belenus startled awake from their evening nap at the alarm and evacuation notice.

Belenus, a white-haired ranger priest whose hands and feet had begun apotheosis flew out of bed, put on his armor, grabbed his bow and quiver, then bolted down the hall to the Dawnraker twins' rooms and rallied the boys. He ushered them to the end of the hall and pulled a hidden lever beneath a small table holding a vase with a fake potted plant in it. The wall shifted away and revealed an engineered transportation platform.

"Code four. That's the Sunblade estate. Take these; set them to four, step on the platform, press this button, and go. Once on the other side seek shelter with the people there."

The frightened young blonde rangers did as instructed, the thought of returning to captivity made them sick to their stomachs. Belenus closed the door to the hidden room behind the twins and locked it.

Belenus returned to the other end of the hall where he found Jestin, the chocolate skinned, white haired, highly apotheosized crusader had risen from his slumber, suited up, and was ready to go. They ascended the flights of stairs up to the ground floor stair well and stood right beside the door, their backs against the wall a couple steps down. They would make their stand there and buy the flock time to escape with a healthy helping of righteous justice, no matter how many foes there were. They would defend or die trying.

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Miastal Sunbrand, younger brother of Tyan, a tall, lanky, and blonde priest and inventor, with big round red-lensed glasses, strong jawline, and aquiline nose, glanced up from his notebook as the alarm went off. He was just about finished doing the books for the Sunpyre Innovations businesses. The priest got to his feet and put on his robes as Zan's voice called, "Evacuate, code four. This is not a drill. Evacuate code four."

The priest walked over to his window and looked out through one of the clear pieces of glass in the elegant stained-glass phoenix design; he could see the lights were out on the bottom floor of the Sunpyre building across the street. The lights were out; the employees had locked up and gone home, aside from those that lived up above. He grabbed an earpiece and spoke into it.

"Valiana? Yes. This is Mia. Uh. I want you to go down to my office right now." He paused, "Yes now go to the desk and pull open the right drawer, press up underneath it, you feel that button? I want you to press it." Another pause, he could see a glow raise up over the building from his window, "Okay. The wards are now at full strength. They will go back to normal in 24 hours unless you manually switch them off. Please, stay upstairs and stay safe until you hear an all clear from me or until the wards return to normal. Pyreanor Gift across the street just called for an emergency evacuation, I don't want them hurting you."

With that settled, Miastal moved from his room out into the hall and down towards the bottom floor where trouble was surely waiting.

(more to come.)

#The Society Storyline #now on the right blog

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Gifts and Naps

Zan's first gift came before midnight from Ria, a cloth bag filled with several items and a hard-light candle of calming for room 408. He took his gift up to room 408 before he slunk downstairs in the wee morning hours to join his husbands in bed.

He spent the wee morning hours curled among a sea of blankets and softly grumbling grumps, sleeping mid-cuddle with the husbands. When dawn came he didn't rise to help fix breakfast, leaving Iviaen and others to that duty today. Once the husbands stirred from their slumber and went about their days the ginger paladin slunk up to room 408 and collected more gifts left by the door: A box with filigreed bow, ribbon wrapped boxes, a couple of gift bags, some cards in his inbox.

Once safely inside the dimly lit room, Zan closed the door and put the gifts on his bed, first giving them a look over then investigating further. The young wards and trainees of the household got him clothing, shirts, slacks, vests. Zan's husbands gave him a new satchel since his old one was in need of repair. Brightblaze gave him candy. Duskhallow gave him a new multi-tool for tinkering. Each of Zan's sisters gave him a card with a bank note. His brother in law, Miastal, left a gift-wrapped pad of drafting paper, a tool catalog, and a card with a bank note in it. There was the actual bag of dicks, and then box with the fancy bow.

Zan opened the box with the fancy bow, a gift from the flock, and pulled out the enchanted cloak covered completely in an assortment of colored feathers, from stripes and spots to solids, browns, grays, and whites, to golden, copper, and an iridescent black. The ginger muttered to himself, "Honorary flock member." Zan walked over to the mirror and put on the feathery cloak on.

The spells on the cloak activated and the cloak fluttered to life, transforming into a pair of wings as the spell connected to Zan's mind. Zan shivered at the new sensation of the artificial appendages and as he did the wings flapped rapidly, "Whoa, that feels strange." He reached over and touched a feather and the wings transmitted to him the sensation of pressure upon the feather as if the wings were an actual part of him, "This is so neat." Zan put his hands above his head in a stretch and the wings lifted and fanned out as if those extra limbs were stretching too, sending Zan into an almost giggle, this strange mixture of magic, tailoring, and possibly tinkering would provide many hours of amusement.

The ginger took the cloak off, put his gifts on the table, draped the cloak over his desk chair, and flopped into his bed for a good long day of sleep away from awkward conversations and prying people.

#Zan Pyreanor #Flocktology

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[Story] Aftermath (Part 2)

The wee morning hours after the attacks.

Undisclosed location: Inquisitor Infirmary.

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As the potion took effect, Alianesh curled up in the infirmary couch. Being able to relay the news that not everyone at the Pyreanor had died helped him to feel better, but the agonizing screams during the short battle reverberated through his mind and left him shivering.

Where were Zandrae, Iviaen, and Keylorian? How would the twins and Nelanth react to the knowledge that their father was missing?

Where was Kaedora? She had not reported in.

The priestling began to tremble more violently as tears fell from his cheeks. The colors in the room slowly washed out.

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Kaedora watched from her bolthole in the mountains and waited, alterantely praying and cheering as those who dared attack fell against the mage, the paladin, or the wards themselves.

The young ranger pulled her cloak tightly around her and used a subtle fire spell to warm herself as a cold, wet breeze entered the small cave. A fire was simply out of the question.

A morse code message came through the com, 'Pyreanor has fallen. Do not approach building. 6 injured, critical but stable, safe at undisclosed location. Leiah, Youls, Miastal, Dalaen, Belenus, Jestin. 3 missing, presumed alive for now, Keylorian, Iviaen, Zandrae.

She looked at the comm and her hand paused over the button. She would report in later, after the land here was made safe.

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Alianesh didn't look up when Tyan arrived and rushed in to his brother's bedside. He occasionally twitched, but otherwise, sat in his half-fetal position in the chair and stared off into space, and his ears cycled through a perked up position, absolute droop, and pinned back like a cat.

He barely registered the priest looking at his brother's chart, and then at him, and back at the chart. The robed figure passed out of his perception as Tyan and Laral checked on Dalaen and the others.

The grey mist expanded again. He was dimly aware of a grip on his shoulder and a touch on his ear, and then arms enfolding him.

Tyan slipped in, glanced over the charts, first of Miastal, then of everyone else, sans Senni whose status hadn't changed, then moved to Alianesh' side, he wrapped his arms around the boy, "You are so brave. How are you faring?"

The young priest's ears quivered for a moment and then drooped again. He tried to form an answer, but it felt like his mind was no longer connected to his mouth. Still, he attempted to speak, if only to say "I'm okay." It was a lie, but he still felt the need to put on a brave face, even for his - especially for his instructor. Breaking down was not an option.

Tyan moved to rest his chin on the other priest's head, "You've been through a lot. You must have been very scared with all that went on. It's over now."

He tried to nod, and managed a slight movement of his head.

Tyan spoke as soothingly as he could given his gruff voice, "It's okay to let your feelings out, you need not hold them in. You did the right thing, and you were likely excellent in helping heal the survivors after it was all said and done. Know we'll get the missing back, and we'll cleanse my husband, and things will go back to normal."

The young priest nodded again as the words penetrated the descending field of grey mist. He reached up and squeezed Tyan's shoulder while wiping away the tears which had been slowly trickling down his face. He slowly stood and staggered down the hall, finding a flat, comfortable surface to curl up on, which happened to be a bench, and closed his eyes.

Tyan rose and slipped out of the room, looked around and saw the young priest sleeping on a bench in the hallway.

Lyral walked up, "Sunbrand, it's good to see you alive."

Tyan turned his eyes to Lyral, "This young man needs somewhere to sleep."

Lyral smiled, "Consider it done."

Lyral took the boy to his own personal apartment and let him sleep in a big comfy bed while the inquisitor slept on the couch.

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