 Elune
Join Date: Nov 2010
Location: Richland, WA
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Blood and Loyalty. (My first FanFic.)
I've been writing a Fanfic.
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The musty, damp air inside of the Violate Hold cell had long ceased to irritate her, but it unfortunately did nothing to alleviate or distract her from the burning rage she felt. Valeera Sanguinar couldn't help but think about how everything had gone wrong...
Weeks before the Cataclysm, after her duel against Cho'gall, and the New Council of Tirisfal's battle against the Twilight's Hammer, she had consumed far too much Arcane energy, leading to another bout of painful withdrawal. Although Varian had asked her to be his adviser, the pain was so overwhelming that she had decided to sneak out of Stormwind and head to a more "energetic" environment. She had come to Dalaran to escape her withdrawal pangs, but, while it certainly helped in that area, she would have preferred them to what came next.
She had been in Dalaran for over a year, slowly learning to cope with her magical addiction due to the ambient and powerful magic of the city. Then, horrific news reached her about Garrosh's attack on Theramore Isle, and the despicable way he had slaughtered the Alliance forces there, after pointlessly throwing away the lives of his own soldiers, her people included, just to bait as many senior Alliance soldiers to Theramore as possible. Her old friend, Jaina Proudmoore, had fortunately survived the Mana Bomb. After Jaina became leader of the Kirin Tor, Valeera was quick to go to her friend, in order to give her emotional comfort, to show her that she still had many friends in the world, and was by no means alone. Valeera had asked Jaina to keep her stay in Dalaran a secret, as she didn't want Varian, Broll, and Anduin to think her weak and irresponsible. After all, how dependable would they think her to be, otherwise?
That, as it turned out, had been a mistake.
A week before she was about to leave for Stormwind, much like her escaping from an Orcish jail being foiled before she could attempt escape by Rehgar Earthfury buying her as a gladiator, had been interrupted by a situation. That situation, of course, being the purge of Dalaran by Jaina and the Silver Covenant. Valeera, being herself, had immediately jumped to the defense of her fellow Blood Elves. She started attacking the Silver Covenant and Stormwind soldiers, injuring or crippling some, but killing more of them then she simply injured. She had been holding off several guards, protecting a few sin'dorei civilians from the thugs, when Jaina Proudmoore herself walked up to her. In a moment of naivete, she lowered her weapons and her guard, and tried to talk to Jaina. "What your men are doing here is wrong! You couldn't have ordered this! The Jaina I know would never jump to such blind hatred and violence, like Garrosh!", Valeera had pleaded, while tears streamed down her face. Instead of responding, Jaina teleported in front of Valeera and slammed the butt of her staff into the young elf's stomach, above her bellybutton, knocking the wind out of her. Dropping her daggers, she fell to her knees in defeat, unable to concentrate from being so winded.
"How dare you compare me to Hellscream, you ungrateful little street urchin!", Jaina spat, the look of unfathomable rage on her face turned Valeera's blood to ice. "I should have known you were no friend to the Alliance! You were probably only pretending to be Varian's friend, seducing him so you could murder him and Anduin in their sleep! Well, you're never getting close to them ever again! You are going to rot in a cell, along with the rest of your treasonous kind, Sanguinar!"
After her tirade, before Valeera could make any attempt at a protest, she was teleported to her cell in the Violet Hold, where she had been for the last year. It was one of the deeper cells, nearest to the sewers. Outside of the bland food and boredom, all she could think about was the profound feeling of betrayal she felt. Her "friend" had thrown her away. She was not going to spend her life in a jail cell, that's for certain. Over all the conjured crusty hunks of bread and paper cups of water, she had come up with an escape plan. She may have been weaponless, but she still knew how to fight and deceive.
She had tried direct fighting, which, while she could get an early few hits in, the guards magic and weapons prevented her from getting too close or inflicting any real damage, enough to distract her enemy long enough to get the magical orb "key" to the barrier of her cell, and run. She also knew that they weren't stupid enough to fall for the old "I'm deathly ill!" routine. What she was going to do now, was a simple last resort. The Kirin Tor always sent in one guard to feed the prisoners. The guards came in shifts, one to each block, and her plan required a certain guard. And that guard, had just entered her cluster of cells in the prison, to begin feeding each prisoner, one cell at a time. She had been put in this cell alone for a reason: she was dangerous.
All other prisoners on her block were also being held individually, so as to make sure they didn't gang up on the battle-mage and free themselves during feeding time. Normally, weaker and less dangerous prisoners were held in groups, as they posed little-to-no threat to a battle-trained wizard. Thankfully, this particular guard, was a bit... distracted, whenever he had to feed Valeera. His eyes lingered on her, before and after feeding her, she had noticed a few months ago. He had an attraction to her. She had waited so long, only because she had to time what days in the month his shift in her cell-block occurred. He appeared two weeks apart, and always on a Thursday in the evening.
It was about time for her cell barrier to be lowered for a few seconds for him to slip some conjured food and water into her cell. As soon as the barrier lowered, her acting began. The guard, himself, was a portly man, with a slightly unkempt, brown beard speckled with grey. He was balding, and not too tall, either. However, despite this, he was also physically strong, as she could tell by how lightly and easily he carried his heavy robes, mail armor, dagger, and staff.
"I'm cold." She said, in a slightly bored voice, hoping it stalled him.
"So? You got clothes, treasonous elven cur. More than you deserve." He stated flatly. "What, the cold cell not to your liking, elf? Sorry we don't have magical climate control in here, lacking resources and all. And prisoners don't get blankets, too cost intensive for the likes of you lot." He mockingly barked.
"That... isn't what I had in mind..." Valeera said, trying her best to sound sultry, while staring him in the eyes, with a slight smirk on her lips. He looked her up and down, standing at the back of her cell. "What a sleaze! No way he won't get the 'hint'!", Valeera thought, disgusted.
"Is that so?" the bearded man said, sounding intrigued.
"This is it!", she thought excitedly.
However, what happened next completely screwed up her plan. Rather than getting close enough and dropping his guard, which would have allowed her to toss some dirt in his eyes or knee him in his "vitals", he instead lunged forward and grabbed the young Blood Elf by the throat with his right hand and pinned her against the back wall of her cell.
"What? Did you honestly think I would fall for such a childish attempt at deception?" he yelled, some of his saliva flecking her right cheek. "Oh, I was attracted to you, little elf. Just not in the way you think! My brother was killed by you a little over a year ago, when you fought back against our purge. There hasn't been a day where I have looked at you, that I haven't thought of doing to you what you did to him. Drawing a blade across your neck. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to avenge him!", the Human said, almost gleeful.
Valeera's thoughts were racing, she had badly miscalculated. She watched his hand go to his belt and pull an arcane-enchanted dagger out. Thankfully, she noticed something: he was clumsy and slow, probably not accustomed to using a physical weapon, or at least a dagger. He raised the dagger above her head, which was his first mistake: always put the blade to an enemy's neck immediately, rather than raising it up all threateningly.
It was all the time she needed. Thanks to his "showmanship", she flung her right arm up, the dagger embedding itself into her slender upper arm, instead of her neck. Pain shot through her arm like a bolt of lightening. Thankfully, physical contact was all she needed. She drained all of the arcane energy from the dagger, which would give her a temporary physical boost and dull the pain from the wound. Caught off-guard, he was slow at pulling the dagger from her arm, which allowed her to retaliate, by using her left hand, she wrapped her fingers around the little finger of his right hand, and pulled down, away from the rest of hand. Hard.
The next sounds heard were the sickening noise of the bones in his knuckle breaking and his tendons tearing, followed not a second later by him letting out a loud, whimpering howl of pain. He immediately released her throat, and the dagger, and staggered back in agony. She deftly caught the dagger with her left hand, brandishing it before her.
"You little... elven... wench!", intense hatred and shock mingled with the pain from his broken digit. "I'll cook you alive!" He flung up his left arm to cast a spell. However, he then seemed surprised, as no fire was conjured from his palm. "What...? What did you do?!" he shrieked at her, angry and perplexed, with a good amount of worry in his voice.
"While you had your hand around my throat, giving me your little revenge speech, I drained a large chunk of your magic!" , Valeera said, just a little smugly.
She immediately took advantage of this moment to rush him, but, at the last second, decided to show some mercy to him. She already had enough blood on her hands in Dalaran. She jumped to his left, spun around, and slashed the tendon of his left leg. He toppled over, letting out another yell of pain. She took this moment to grab the spherical key dangling from his belt on the left side. She had watched previous guards use it, and knew that the word to open and close the cells was in Common.
She'd heard the password for this month, clearly enough yesterday: "The Violet Eye watches over the worthy, and through the unworthy!", the young sin'dorei shouted, causing the barrier to reactivate and seal the wounded guard inside, after which she smashed the orb on the ground.
She didn't have long before his pain would dull enough for him to signal a warning to the rest of the prison. She looked around, and quickly spotted what she had been searching for: a sewer grate, out of sight of her cell. She dug the dagger, which thankfully appeared to be made of mithril rather than steel, into the side of the grate and used it as a lever to lift it, grunting lightly at the physical exertion and light throbbing from her right arm. The hole was only about a yard across or so, but she slipped in easily enough, and made sure to close the grate quickly after. With any luck, none of the other prisoners would rat her out before she made her escape.
She made a light splash as her body made contact with the small, light river beneath her. While submerged, she took that moment to look around, and saw through the debris (and, to her retching disgust, bodily waste), and saw a tunnel big enough to swim through. She raised her head out of the water, in order to take a quick breath of air before making the plunge. The swim was quick enough, and in less then a minute, came out the other end of the tunnel as quickly and as quietly as she was able, surfaced and took a deep breath. She looked up, and heard the sound of yelling and frenzied boots above her, not far off but still audible. Valeera dived again and found another waterway, quickly swimming into it. She noticed, however, that this tunnel had a strong current, which she honestly hoped didn't mean what she thought it meant.
She was vomited out of the pipe, into a larger body of water, instead of a waterfall. However, she wasn't alone: in this body of water was a large, and hungry, Crocolisk. It immediately swam for her, and she had to use all of her strength to avoid being caught in it's maw. She pulled the dagger from her belt, and as soon as the Crocolisk charged her again, she ducked underneath the creature and stabbed upward and pulled back, using all of her strength to eviscerate the beast. It didn't work. It's hide was too thick and the water hampered her speed. It did manage to wound the croc, and that was all she needed. She immediately swam to the surface, and took a deep gasp of air. Glancing down, she saw that the croc had swam away, likely looking for a meal that didn't bite back. This gave her time to listen to her surroundings. She was outside of the main Violet Hold complex, in the artificial lake outside.
"This isn't good.", Valeera thought, worried. "I'm completely exposed here!" Thankfully, it was late at night, rather than in the middle of the day. This made it simple to climb out, nice and quietly. Her prison rags were filthy, bloody, and sopping wet. Her bare legs, feet, arms, and hair were covered in much of the same, and she smelled just as bad as she looked. She needed to find her personal effects and get the hell out of here, fast. Certainly, they had to have a magical safe for prisoners belongings somewhere, she couldn't leave without her father's last gift to her: a Sanguinar family heirloom ring that she had always kept on her person, that had been stripped off of her shortly after her imprisonment, along with her mother's necklace, her pair of Orcish daggers, and her red leotard.
She looked up at the Violet Hold, across the bridge over the small artificial lake outside. She didn't see any other doors, or extra buildings, even though there were a group of lit windows on the sides of the Hold's only entrance...
Then she heard them: a pair of guards on the other half of the bridge, whispering animatedly. She quickly hid behind some boxes on the small, decorative stone dock across from the Hold. Now she was out of sight, thankfully, but close enough that her sensitive elven ears could hear their words.
"You hear what happened to Melgrant?", the first said, a tinge of excitement evident in his voice.
"Yeah. Poor sod. A broken and dislocated finger and a slashed tendon in the left leg. Ported him to the medic's center myself. From his account, the violent elf attacked after she pretended to be bleeding or something. He entered her cell, and bent down to help her, and she immediately broke his finger, grabbed the dagger at his belt, and sliced his hamstring in two in a matter of seconds." , the second guard said, knowingly. Valeera rolled her eyes about the psycho guard claiming to be the victim.
"Typical. Can't trust Horde scum. Backstabbing and treacherous to the last, they are.", the first guard said, with a slight sigh afterward. "I have to go to the prisoner armory vault real quick, they have some quality, non-conjured food in there. Even some wine. Want me to get you a pint?" Valeera almost gasped, "No way, my luck can't be that good..." she thought, cynically.
"Sure. Nothing's going on out here. Need something to help alleviate this dull evening, outside of berserk prisoners, of course.", the second remarked dryly.
She watched from behind the crate she was hiding behind, as the first guard started to walk off. Towards the Violet Hold. Exactly the place she had spent the last half an hour trying to get away from. She almost let out a loud, overly dramatic and frustrated scream and sigh. She quickly bit her bottom lip to stifle it, while continuing to watch the guard. He stopped in from of the main entrance, and, to Valeera's surprise, turned right. He walked, steadily, towards the small tower to the right of the main entrance, stopped in front of the blank wall at its base, and walked straight through it.
"Well, at least it isn't locked..." Valeera thought. "Now, what to do about his friend...?" She quickly found a possible solution by reading what was written on the side of the crate: heavy. Very, very quietly, she slipped the blade of the mithril dagger under the lid, and pried it open, ever so slightly. She quickly looked inside while maintaining her cover, and it had some small stones and bricks and some tile stones.
"Well, I hope this works..." , she thought, hefting two rocks into her hands. She aimed for the wall of the tunnel leading to Runeweaver Square, and threw. The rock struck the wall hard, and made a loud clatter.
"The hell was that?", the man said, running off to check the noise. As he ran by, she expertly hurled the other rock into the back of his head, knocking him out. After placing his unconscious body near her former hiding place, she sprinted as fast, and silently, as she was able, the only sound being her wet soles colliding with the pavement. She ran right through the wall, and right into the first guard, as well.
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Originally Posted by Darth Baras
A blind, deaf, comatose, lobotomy patient could feel MY ANGER!
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Originally Posted by Shadowordfun
The next time you feel like you're about to be triggered, put the barrel in your mouth.
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07-21-2015, 07:33 AM
You little... elven... wench!
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