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Heir to the Cosmos: The Novalight Dynasty
#16
A few days before...

The farm girl turned vigilante turned Queen in an ancient relic protecting organization had been contacted by a druidess known as Umbra in Dalaran by happenstance. Her master had sought an audience with the girl.

An audience...? Wha-oh, right. Queen.

The girl straightened a bit, attempting to appear at least a little befitting to her new title. She accepted.

The two flew to the Storm Peaks. For a while, the flight was uneventful save for the biting cold and odd colored lightning. That was interrupted by an assault from a member of another court, that of the Mountain, out to end Umbra. The druidess had determined her previous court was corrupt and had lost its way. Thus, she left the Mountain and joined the Sage.

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"This infighting is -stupid-! Please, tell me why you're doing this. You don't have to fear your old court's vengeance. Join mine."

Unfortunately, the man had taken his court's habits to heart. After handing over what information he had after a sound defeat in battle, he called on his arcane abilities to self destruct. The girl pushed herself up after recovering from the messy blast, shocked and saddened.

...Pointless. These people live in a house already fragile and crumbling. Why do they continue destroying themselves?

Afterwards, the druidess and little Queen continued their journey further into the Storm Peaks. They reached what appeared to be one of many Titan ruins. Atop this was an odd display. Various tables, upon which floated glass trays with various refreshments. The girl tried to not look too much like a naive tourist.

At the center of this sat an old elf. Despite his age, the girl could pick up on familiar lines in his face.

Diel'vani Novalight. You smirk just like he does.

The girl learned of further strife in Outland caused by a splinter group wearing black cloaks. Outcasts deemed too extreme by the rest of the Kings. This group had taken the King of the Balance court, a draenei named Xiifa. It was here the girl's formal demeanor shifted to that of worry. The draenei had guided her in the ways of this ancient order, had been her mentor here. She also learned a number of people in Jidaeo's family had determined him too reckless to continue living. Or...walking. The girl still wasn't sure if Jidaeo was actually alive.

More death.

Diel'vani then elaborated on one Reigen having another plan to perhaps control Jidaeo without his death.

For once we agree. Hmph. I suppose I'll let her and Zariel handle this. Jidaeo would be crushed to have a human help him like this.

The little Queen then expressed her continual distrust of the sin'dorei.

"I do wonder when people will realize she is little more than a void. She only 'redeems' when the chaos and destruction she loves so much bites her in the ass. Excuse my language, sir."

The Sage King took her words into consideration.

It was after this the little Queen and Umbra ventured to Shadowmoon to hunt down the black cloak wearers and find Xiifa.
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#17
Roadtrip to Shadowmoon

Annabelle Greene and the druidess Chione Jadeleaf exited Shattrath into the everblue trees of Terokkar. The girl had changed her attire to something more appropriate for a trip into Shadowmoon: durable cloth of dull orange and black, and a facemask to protect her lungs from who knew how many dangerous fumes existed there.

Their mission: Find the King of the Balance court, Xiifa.

Chione stalked a ways in front of Annabelle for most of the journey through Terokkar, her feline nose picking up any scent left by the King's captors. A slight detour was made on some mysterious scent, but they reached Shadowmoon nonetheless.

The pair sneaked their way past the remnants of the Legion in the area. A scuffle was nearly had with a fel-boar, however Annabelle's cooing of "Niiice demon pig." warded it off. Chione and Annabelle darted ahead, the feline druid picking up on the hunted scent. The girl followed, rendered ill from all the fel in the area, eyes widened in amazement and horror.

Then the scent vanished.

The two stood in the middle of the fellish plains at a loss. The girl suggested perhaps they should go the Wildhammer fortress and find out what abandoned places these black cloaked ones could hide in. But, before she could even finish her suggestion, their quarry appeared, taking both of them captive.

They both awake somewhere underground next to a sickly green pool. Both were weaponless, and Chione rendered armorless. Always coldly optimistic, the druidess seemed pleased that she could now fight with her own hands as opposed to her spear. Once both had regained their senses after unconsciousness faded, the druidess slunk ahead in the shadows.

A scuffle.

And she returns dragging an unfortunate guard. Annabelle dresses herself in the black uniform consisting of a low hood and robe. Well hidden, they then make their way up and out into day-...er...fel-light. The girl wondered how you could tell time in this Light forsaken place.

A short rest was taken to analyze their situation. A ways off another kal'dorei appeared. A hunter, wielding two glaives: one short, one long. And dressed in the black cloak and hood of Xiifa's captors.

He demanded the return of a crystal skull "stolen" by one of Novalight's agents. The elf's pride had been gravely wounded by this, and by the fact Xiifa had chosen another to be the new King. According to him, some upstart human with a few good connections.

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Annabelle grew amused.

The hunter was firm in his demands. Xiifa would not be returned until the skull was.

Chione struck first, charging after the hunter's warpstalker. Fearing her kal'dorei protector would be ganged up on, Annabelle removed her hood, declaring herself the new Queen to the hunter. He stuttered, shocked. But rage quickly took over as he charged her. A fallen, long dead branch served as a makeshift staff. They fought.

Annabelle used her relatively tiny form to her advantage, ducking and weaving around him and his spinning glaives, then skipping in to strike with her "staff". The elf was knocked to the ground after a harsh strike to his head. The girl nearly gave in to rage herself, holding the twisted branch to his throat. However, with a snarl, she pulled herself away a few steps, letting Chione handle the fellow kal'dorei.

Xiifa, Annabelle's guide and mentor in the ways of the organization was found and rescued. And, much to his amusement and confusion, was given as much of a bear hug as the little human could manage.

Chione and Xiifa departed shortly thereafter a short ways into Terokkar. Tired from travel and battle, Annabelle chose to camp in the forest, using an old Arakkoa hut.

The new Queen rested, content in her success and the safety of her mentor and new ally.
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#18
After speaking with Xiifa over a camp fire, Chione quickly left Terrokar fleeing through the tree tops, jumping branch to branch under the canopies. She returned to a monastery, an old stone building where some of the Sage Court gathered to rest, and hone their abilities in private. There she was taken to Azeroth, too meet up with Reigen in the Badlands. It was the day of Jidaeo's capture, her mission was to make sure it was a success or at least guarantee that Reigen Talah'malanore remained alive. Chione had trained for thousands of years, although she was not the best, she was confident that she would complete her mission successfully.

She had learned to dye her hair, with flower extracts and berry juice. It effected her transformation subtly to match her environment, she was a born predator. A feline sabre-tooth beast with fur of crushed red pepper, trotted across the sandy waste lands of the Badlands with its soft nose inches off the ground. It trotted for hours before coming across a path, winding up a hill the small elf's scent was marinating in the area. The creature began to glow, streaming green ribbons of light from its fur, before morphing slowly. A growl, becoming a groan, bones popping as they re adjust and align. The rust fur, shrinking revealing salmon skin and conjoining into one braid which would fall down to the chest of a tall Kaldorei female. She walked down the stairs, Reigen in disguise stood in the crypt. "I am ready..." she said

The two went over the plan as the Kaldorei backed into a corner, appeared to fuse into the shadow disappearing from sight. Reigen raised up an illusion of herself wounded on the ground, bleeding....dying. Jidaeo's hawkstrider approached the entry...

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As Jidaeo descended the stairs he was suspicious, he knew Reigen told him never to return. So why was she willing to help him? Probably for the same reason he told her he wanted to kill her, but still was on his way to see what information she had. He smirked under his helmet, the two started as idle acquaintances, before becoming enemies. Jidaeo submerged in his ego was prepared to kill Reigen and attempted to, but instead she promised that she would prove her words true about her own character and actions. Over time they wound out in situations where either one of them or both were on the verge of their existence being ended, but they overcame those obstacles and even rescued his son, Zariel. The two had become fri-

"Tell me what you know about the Artifacts!" A cold voice called out.

Jidaeo stopped.

"I'm not telling you anything..." Reigen's voice called out.

An arcane crackle was heard, then Reigen's voice a horrible scream.

Jidaeo rushed down the stairs, as a disguised Reigen killed an illusion of herself, burning her with arcane fire, revealing bones that were actually there. Unaware of the sly trick, Jidaeo lost his composure, as Reigen taunted him callously about the fake kill. Since Jidaeo was suspicious his ghoul was with him, and it crouched low to the ground morbidly hissing as its loose flesh swayed over the cobblestone. Reigen in her disguise conjured an ice lance and threw it at the death knight impaling him. Black blood trickled down the opening, he broke off the lance and took a step forward. The ghoul darted towards Reigen attempting to claw her and bite her, his face met the top of Chione's foot as she ran out of the shadow kicking the ghoul hard sending him flying back quickly. Chione landed in front of Reigen, staring at Jidaeo while Reigen taunted Jidaeo about his alleged loss.

The more taunts Reigen gave the angrier Jidaeo became, his attacks were all for her life. After breaking free from vines, he ran towards the elf leaping in the air and bring his weight with the weight of his sword down to slash her. Reigen turned at the last minute taking the slash to the back, Chione ran towards Reigen but was too late and was knocked back crashing into the table by the ghoul.


Deceiving a Friend

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The battle raged on as the skill of the fighters truly began to show, narrowly dodging and negating each other's attacks purely on instinct and experience. The fight ravaged on, Chione focusing on the ghoul but keeping mind to Reigen's movements. Jidaeo opened his mouth morbidly wide as a tendril of shadow slithered out of his mouth from under his helmet. It writhed in the air before rapidly raced towards Reigen and grabbed her pulling her into Jidaeo's sword. She turned taking the slash to the back again and fell on the ground. She stood dripping blood from her disguise, and attempted to release an Arcane explosion. Jidaeo's runes flickered as a dome of ambient light expanded over the perimeter, negating her attack with an anti-magic zone. Reigen turned back calling to Chione. "This is why I wanted more people!" Chione kipped up, and ran towards Jidaeo, telling Reigen to jump back which she did. Reigen began conjuring magic as the two elves fought.

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Water began flooding the area in front of Reigen but remained in a form as she summoned a water elemental. The fight continued with the Ghoul going for the elemental's bracers, Reigen remained behind the water Elemental and conjured another ice lance. Once the opportunity was right she stepped to the side, from behind the elemental and hurled the ice at the death knight. He was impaled once more and nailed to the wall behind him. His soul beginning to lose it's grasp on his body, causing what would be his consciousness to fade. Chione took his rune weapon and armor and left him in the middle of the room.

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"I...Am going to stay here a while.." Reigen said removing the mask, her outfit was radically different, and her hair was fire red. She blinked looking to Jidaeo, "He's stronger than I thought he'd be..." The fire wavering light all over the room causing the shadows to dance. Chione remained still, she stared at the small elf nearly half her size. "...Go on ahead, I'm going to stay." She said. Chione didn't think it wasn't a good idea and told her. Reigen politely persisted, it was what she had to do for the plan. Chione made sure her wounds were healed before leaving. She walked up the stairs, and the entrance was blocked off by a massive arcane sheet of ice.

Jidaeo's soul rushed through his body as he opened his eyes blue runic light flooding out. He sat up, still oblivious to the illusion. He heard a voice. He turned around seeing an spectral figure sitting on the throne in the crypt. He walked closer, it was Reigen. The ghost looked forward, through Jidaeo, infinitely behind him. He stood perplexed as the Illusions began.
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#19
[No fancy screenshots like the others. QQ]

Simple Illusions.

That's all she needed to do, was pull off a few simple illusions. Nothing big and flashy, nothing too hard on her. More so, nothing that would be so painfully obvious that it was a fake. She needed him to believe in these illusions after all. This wouldn't be too hard on her, and she just had to remind herself this was all for his benefit.

Right?

Well. -Mostly- for Jidaeo's benefit.

Everything was set up. The bracelet was ready. Had to make sure he couldn't just use a death gate and get out, after all. Reigen waited at the bottom of the crypt while the night elf hide in the shadows. Once she heard the sound of Jidaeo's frilly hawkstrider, she started the first illusion. Nothing too bad, just an image of herself beaten on the ground, bleeding. This covered up the small skeleton which would be used to help the illusion. As soon as Jidaeo entered, she impaled the illusion though the head, and set it on “fire” The burning was once more an illusion, rather lazily done. Then she killed all the illusions leaving the skeleton there.

It fooled him.

The fight was hard, and she almost lost. The man seemed to fight a good deal better when he was enraged. Oh well, nothing she couldn't handle. In the end, she and the Kaldorei won. Though, Reigen had to call up a water elemental to shield her. Thankfully the Ghoul died once the mater had fallen in battle. Once he was stripped of his armor, she put the bracelet upon his wrist. No magic could be done until she commanded it to release him. Then, she simply froze the entrance over to bar him from leaving.

Reigen needed to keep it simple.

She sat down upon the throne on the other end of the crypt. From her pouch, she pulled out a a large bottle containing some cream-colored liquid. Once she heard him moving about, she drank it down. The potion made her body appear see-though, like that of a ghost.


“Bah...nasty. But...energy saved for illusions.”


Once he awoke, she simple stared ahead. She listened to him talk to himself, then her. It took him little to understand that she was “dead” and that what he was seeing was a “ghost”, clearly she would haunt the place of her death. The illusion she had to maintain was that of her voice, a sound illusion. She had to make it detached, echoed, much like that of a death knights voice.

Once again, she had to keep it simple.

Reigen smirked as he fell for each illusion she put out. While she wasn't the best illusion master, she did study quiet a bit in the subject, though still focused more on her offensive spells. At what seemed to be appropriate moments in their conversation, she would call up an illusion of Zariel to back up her facts. She showed him what she was told of the death of his one daughter, from Zariel's view. Two people at one time is the most she did. Smaller than what a normal mage does for a Mirror's image.

She hoped this would effect Jidaeo in a positive way.

If not, well, there wasn't much else to do to convince the others to keep him alive.

As Jidaeo sat and gathered his thoughts, Reigen teleported out of the room using the last bit of her mana that she could. Once back home in the Netherstorm, she sighed deep and started to drain the mana from some of the things around her.

“Light Jidaeo. Best you be worth this, and you better let this change you.”


Another beast fell to her addiction.

“Fel Jidaeo, I don't want to have to kill you.”
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#20
((This is a sort of compilation between IC posts, and changes I've made for it to flow a bit better. Enjoy!))

As twilight looms over Shadowmoon Valley, the rivers of fel flame, and the luminous sky send eery shadows across the corrupted ground. Beside the ruins of an Arakkoa home, an elf squats behind a large bush. His prey, one Annabelle Greene, sits behind a wall several feet away. Renorien waited behind the bush for his ally, the one that had been following Jidaeo, but he never showed. The hired mercenary was already a half hour later...

Gritting his teeth, Renorien decides to go o without the aid of the man, and silently draws the scimitar-like blade from his side. Without a sound, he hops atop the wall Annabelle leans upon, looming like a cat about to strike at it's prey. His boots make a light metallic thud however, as he adjusts, and the priestess whips around, looking up at the elf. She grips her staff in a defensive position, looking up at the elf.

Renorien stands, resting the tip of his blade on the wood, using it like a can. His arm is fully extended, so the cane rests at a forty-five degree angle, "So you're the infamous Annabelle Greene?"

Annabelle narrows her eyes a bit. "Who asks?" She slides her foot back, watching him carefully.

Renorien pulls his sword up from it's position, holding it out parallel to his hips as he bows, "Renorien Novalight, at your service. I'm sure my brother has told you all about me?"

Annabelle blinks a bit, relaxing slightly at the familiar last name. "No...actually. This is the first I've heard of you." She eyes him up and down, uncertain.

Renorien sheathes his weapon, dropping down to the ground with a nearly inaudible 'thud'. The sound is rather metallic in nature however, “ I apologize for the weapons drawn, but one of my scouts told me that there were people opposed to our cause in the area. I'm rather left out on the whole matter at hand myself, but figured my older sibling could use a hand.” Renorien steps forward, holding a hand out, "We should formally meet. Renorien, as you know."

Annabelle returns to her previous tense state stepping back as he lands. She watches him, then slowly lowers her staff, eyes picking up on the familiar lines of his face. Her gaze flits between his hand and face. She takes it, still wary. "I...apologize. I am Annabelle Greene. He hasn't told me much about your fa-”


Renorien take her hand, and shakes it firmly. And in an instant, cutting off Annabelle mid-sentence, the hold turns into a tight grip. His left palm pulls back as he yanks Anna's arm to his right. The Elf's free hand zooms toward the back of her elbow, hoping to snap it.

Annabelle shakes it as well relaxing a bit further. Until he strikes, whereupon, she cries out in pain, eyes widening in confusion and a slight bit of fear. That melts into anger and hostility. Her eyes seem a bit wetter as well. Her knee instinctively rises to meet his gut. Renorien lets out a deep 'oof' as her knee makes contact. He stumbles backward a step, not expecting a -human- to have the capabilities of such a swift counter attack. The elf grips his gut, before setting his hand on the hilt of his blade. In a fluid motion, it flies from it's sheath, whipping in an arc to try and cut Anna's midsection.

Annabelle switches her staff to her other hand, her broken limb hanging limply. She skips back from the blade, gasping, eyes widening again. A bit awkward in her left hand--her only hand--she spins her staff, then strikes at his head.

enorien flips his blade in his hand as he misses, in a near instant reversing his attack. He tries to strike before the staff can make contact, but severely miscalculates in the heat of battle. The wooden pole makes contact with his skull, causing blood to begin pouring from the wound. He staggers back several steps, spitting at Anna's feet. With his left hand, the elf grabs the revolver from inside his coat pocket, aiming it at Anna's left kneecap.

Annabelle smirks a bit, slightly wicked. She attempts to take the moment to heal her elbow, not seeing the quick draw of the gun. Don should have taught her better. A bang, and she falls in confusion, staff dropped. She tries to push herself up but...hey, one arm doesn't work. The pain from her new wound hits her and she clenches her teeth, a tear or two running down her face. Blood quickly stains her clothing, heavily. She sits up on her good leg, then thrusts her good hand toward Renorien. It flashes sending a smite his way.

Renorien pulls the hammer back on his revolver as soon as the bullet makes contact. The golden embroidery on it pulses with energy for a moment, as the enchantment begins to charge. He points the gun at Annabelle once more just before she finishes her incantation, firing a flaming bullet at her left shoulder.

Annabelle ducks, lying flat on the ground, hissing in pain. The flame flies right over her, singing her clothing. Rising as best she can, she fires off another smite. Renorien slams into the wall behind him as the holy light slices down across his chest. Obviously, someone isn't in such high esteem with the light. Several inappropriate words escape his mouth as the elf recovers. He holsters his gun, taking several quick steps forward in rapid succession. The Noble raises his right foot, attempting to slam his plated heel into Annabelle's forehead.

Annabelle pushes herself up painfully with her good left arm, also trying to push herself back and away. Suddenly a metal boot blocks her vision and she quickly hits the ground. Her forhead bleads and her bleary eyes flutter and blink. Renorien grins at Annabelle, “ The family resemblance runs beyond looks you know! No matter how much you trust Jidaeo, he'll always stab you in the back. Why do you think I'm here, fighting you? Because he's fucked me over more times than I could count. Renorien wipes blood off of his boot onto the floor, pretty much expecting Anna to be done. Ignoring the pain however, Miss Greene rolls over, and Renorien looks down with a sidelong glance, “You still u-”

He's interrupted by a swift fist to the gut. “You... Shame your uncle... Both of you...”

Renorien staggers back as the punch rams into his lower gut; Thankfully, for Annabelle's sake, she doesn't hit his metal cup. The elf staggers backward, slumping against the wall behind him. He coughs up a wad of blood spitting it onto the ground next to him. His vision blurs a bit, grimacing at the human in front of him. “You shut your filthy mouth... You don't... Know anything about my family...” Renorien coughs up another phlegmy glop of blood, followed by a small stream that flows from the side of his mouth.

Annabelle eventually rises, slowly, steadily and with a few curses and hisses in pain. "It seems...neither do you..." She balances on her good leg, her right arm hanging limp and bleeding. "Did you think I...would live this long, if..." A stumble. "If I fully trusted him...?"

“Just figured... Dumb luck. Humans have a lot of it.”

Annabelle grins a bit, skin paling. "[Thalassian] Come prideful elf, Speak your own tongue." Annabelle 's good hand charges another smite. Her eyes seem unfocused however.

Renorien grimaces; It's impossible to tell if it's from hatred that a human is speaking his tongue, or from the fresh bout of pain in his gut. Renorien pulls his holstered gun out once more, and speaking in Thalassian says, "But dumb luck only gets you so far." The elf's shaky hand fires once more at Annabelle's left shoulder, trying to interrupt her casting one last time.

Annabelle 's hand flashes gold, but nothing comes of it as she hits the floor, bleeding heavily. Her head hits the wood hard. Her consciousness fades into oblivion, but her violet eyes remain half-open. “For f**k's sake... She just wouldn't go down.”

Renorien reaches down into his boot, pulling out a syringe filled with red liquid. He pushes the needle into his gut, pressing the health potion into the general area of his internal bleeding. The Noble's stream of blood pouring from his mouth stops, and he manages to stand after several moments. Renorien nudges Anna with plated toes, making sure she's out. Satisfied, he calls to his Hawkstrider. He grabs a length of Ironweave Rope, beginning to bind Anna's wrists. As soon as he finishes, the elf grabs the first aid kit from his saddle. A few bandages soaked in healing potions find their way out of the pack, and wrapped around Anna.

He rummages through his pack once again, pulling out a goblin slavery device. He wraps the collar-like invention around Anna's neck, clipping it into place. The elf drags her up onto his mount, and then climbs up himself. He spurs it into action, beginning their trek across Shadowmoon.

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Annabelle opens one eye, then the other. She blinks, face sort of hidden behind a mess of black hair. "...f**k." She groans and attempts to move. Hey, ropes. She turns her head a bit to look at them.

Renorien empties the spent cartridges in his revolver on the ground, quickly filling it up one last time. He spins the cylinder, snapping it closed, “So... I guess you chose wrong when you allied with Jidaeo.”

Annabelle flits her gaze to Renorien on hearing the familiar sound. Thanks, Don. She blinks at him. "...You -really- think this is the worst I've been through?"

I know it's not. Nothing's happened. But, you're a wanted woman, and I know some people who could put you through things you can't even imagine. Renorien spins his cylinder once more to break the silence, before holstering it within his coat.

“...Wanted? What...?”

“ I'm not at liberty to discuss who wants you, but I can say this. It's a long winding path to find the wanted poster, and the sun seldom shines on the kingdom of the damned. “ Renorien frowns a bit at his phrase, "Riddles, even obvious ones, never sound as elegant in your tongue,"

Annabelle blinks once. Twice. Her brow furrows. "-That- thing's still up? Damn."

“Indeed it is. I'm not a fan of torture dear, but I'm also not a fan of losing what's rightfully mine. So if you co-operate, nothing bad will happen. M'kay?”

Annabelle looks again to her bonds. She snorts, then tests them. She winces a bit finding a couple joins are still messed up. “Well, what do you want?”

“I want to know where the skulls are.”

Annabelle scoffs, “I don't know.”

Renorien sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “Can we please make this simple?” Annabelle keeps her jaws clenched shut. “I don't want to have to bring it to physical measure, Miss Greene. But I will.” After several moment of silence, Renorien pulls a black device off from the bed behind him. He flips a switch, and in two steps is across the short distance from him to her, pressing the Gnomish Lightning Generator against her chest. The woman convulses sickly as the electricity pumps into her body. “So, where are the skulls?”

Don't. Know.”

“Come on now, don't kid with me, dear Queen. Yes, I know, you can't hide anything from me.”

Annabelle looks shocked at the fact Renorien knows about her secret, but she shakes her head. The human frowns, sending spit arching for the Elf's face, just as he sets the device in his coat. He wipes it off with the back of a gloved hand, turning toward Anna, “Where are the skulls, dear? -The SKULLS-?” Annabelle remains silent, and Renorien draws his taser out once more. He presses to the area between her eyes, the human convulsing for a second time now.

“Do you -think- you can win in this situation dear? All that's going to happen is more and more pain, and then if I don't get what I want, a quick trip down to the ‘county' jail in Duskwood.” He pauses, before shaking his head, “Fucking dumb ass...”

Setting his taser back on his bed he says, “ Are you GOING to tell me what I need to know?”

Annabelle stares at him, eyes narrowed. She remains silent for a few moments. "Hard to -when I don't know-.”

“ Uuugh...” Renorien rubs his eys with his thumb and index finger, “Okay, riddle me this. Who are the other Kings and Queens?” Annabelle huffs. She glares at the wall. “ Are you really going to bring it to this?”

Annabelle flits her gaze to Renorien, eyes glinting, “Try me.”

Renorien reaches under the bed behind him, pulling out a first aid kit. He sets it on the bed, opening it. He lays out the contents on the bed, lightly tapping each to make sure they're accounted for, “ Mm... Yes, yes, check.” He turns to Annabelle with a grin on his face, “ Alrighty then!”

Annabelle blinks again, then looks to the elf. He pulls the revolver from his coat in a fluid motion, stepping forward. The noble presses it to Annabelle's ankle, just before he fires, “ "I have enough there to heal you again and again, for days on end dear!" He pulls the trigger.

Annabelle 's mouth drops open, eyes tearing up. She lays there stunned from the sound and pain. She stares ahead a few moments, breath shaky. Renorien whispers to her, just after the shot fires, "Just before you die from blood loss, I'll be here, holding the key to your life. When you're begging to die, I'll be nursing you back, just to bring you to the edge again.

"If you think I will...fall...to some...snooty elf noble..."

Renorien pulls the hammer back, pushing the muzzle against her left wrist. He fires. Annabelle pulls her head back, eyes wide, body shaking lightly. She stares ahead, remainig silent. Her expression goes neutral, the girl perhaps trying to enter some meditative state. Renorien slams the butt of his weapon into Anna's head, "Don't leave now dear, the fun's just getting started!"

Annabelle 's head is knocked to the side, the girl rolling over a bit. Her eyes shut tightly, pain shooting up her arm and leg. "Why d-...do you deserve them...ah?"

“Are we really going to start going into semantics right now, dear? I'm not in the mood. But if you just MUST know... It's because Jidaeo doesn't.” Renorien presses his gun to Anna's other wrist, but doesn't fire. “ All my life, he's taken from me, and I'd say it's just about my time to start taking back.”

Annabelle chuckles weakly, staring ahead at whatever direction she was knocked in. "I don't...think -either- of you do..."

Renorien ignores Anna, "In fact... I've already started taking. You know those runic eyes he has? The rotting flesh?” Annabelle blinks, and Reno continues, “All thanks to yours truly. Just my luck the fucker gets brought back to life. Renorien shrugs, shooting Annabelle's other wrist. He turns, grabbing one of the many health injectors now laid out. Annabelle clenches her eyes shut, a few tears running down her face. Her ears ring from the noise, blood stains the bed.

“Obviously however, you know what I'm capable of. I mean, I did kill my own brother. Tried a second time too, but Astus wasn't exactly, ah... My cup of tea, fired him straight away.”

Annabelle blinks again, glancing to Renorien at Astus' name.

“Nice guy though.” Renorien jams the health injector into Annabelle's wrist, none too gently. He pushes the liquid into it, and then does the same with her other wrist, and her ankle, “I like his business method.” He pulls the syringe out after he finishes, lightly flicking the end, “Straightforward.”

Annabelle gives a soft 'nngh' at the jabbing. "I wonder if...you know what he is now..."

Renorien taps his chin with his gun, "What? Undead?"

“Very. And...I hope you have enough....bullets.”

Renorien jingles his ammo pouch. “Obviously, this isn't working though,”

Annabelle flexes her fingers as her wrist heals. "I also wonder when you'll hear me when I say I don't know..."

“You know who some of the other Queens and Kings are. You have to. You're all probably in some tight knit group.”

Annabelle shrugs, then stares off again. Her expression neutral. “Okay, like I said, this isn't working. I really don't want to have to go any further than I am right now, dear. Annabelle flits her gaze to Renorien. She stares at him a few moments, silent. The elf sighs, pulling another case from under the bed. He lays it down next to the first case, however, this one is -much- smaller. Reno opens the case, to revel a solitary syringe.

“You know, I was saving this to sell to some want-to-be-Felsworn,” Reno states simply. Annabelle watches him a moment, then looks about the room. “People pay TOP dollar for demon's blood,” Renorien taps his chin with his revolver once more. Annabelle quickly looks back to him for once, a flash of actual fear in her eyes. They then narrow.

Renorien grabs the syringe, revealing the black liquid inside. It swirls within, the stench of sulfur beginning to permeate through the glass, into the room, “Top notch, really. It's a hybrid, they say if you mix the bloods it lasts longer.” Annabelle stares at the thing, flitting her gaze to him momentarily once or twice. Renorien dabs a small droplet onto his finger. The Elf licks it, his eyes rolling into the back of his head for several moments, “Really, it's an amazing substance. I think you'll love it.”

Annabelle blinks, “I've already killed one felsworn, would you like to be next?”

“Me? No no no, as a drug dealer, I know how to control myself. You, on the other hand... What will your precious demon hunter friend say, when you've degraded into a scaled pile of rot?” Renorien steps forward, flicking the end of the needle. “When you're lapping blood up from the ground, peeling the skin from your face?” Renorien tilts his head, “You know, you might not look half bad with horns.”

Annabelle stares at the needle, trying to lean away. “Hey, hey, hey... No need to try and get away. I mean... This could all be avoided. I just need names.”

Annabelle growls in Thalassian, “f**k you, fel sucker.”

Renorien grabs Anna by the hair, pulling her toward him. He rams the needle into the center of her chest, injecting it straight into the area around her thymus. The black blood empties from it's container, into Annabelle Greene's bloodstream. Annabelle struggles, trying to pull away. The bindings and semi-healed wounds disable from doing so. As the needle pierces her she gasps. A shiver passes through her as the dark blood enters her system, coursing through her veins. Her eyes roll back a bit, then clench shut. She tries to fight it.

“Hm... A shame, it came to this. Having to waste it on you.” Annabelle turns, pressing her face into the bed. Her muscles twitch, pulsing as the fel blood streams into them. Behind her clenched teeth a grunt is heard. “Dear, I hope you realize... That I'm the only connection you have for Fel Blood.”


“f**k...you...” Annabelle growls into the sheets, shivering.

“So... How do you feel?” Annabelle shivers. She lifts her head, then spits at him, eyes fierce with a slight greenish tint to them now. Renorien licks the mixture of Annabelle's blood, and the blood of the demon off of the syringe, "It feels amazing, doesn't it?"

Annabelle , for all the good it will do tied up and all, lunges at Renorien in rage. Renorien takes a step back as Annabelle flails at him like a worm. She stills for a few moments, glaring red daggers at him. Renorien nudges Annabelle with his foot, "I probably shouldn't have given you -that- much."

Annabelle wriggles and strains against her bonds, her muscles bulging abnormally. Renorien cracks his fingers, setting the syringe back into it's rightful place as Annabelle writhes behind him, “Let-me-GO!” She cries out, furious.

“I -WOULD- have, if you had only listened. Now look where you are.”

Annabelle stretches and strains, the ropes straining as well. "Fight me again, elf!"

“ Mm... I'd really rather not.” Annabelle 's struggling eventually causes her to roll off the bed onto the floor. Renorien pulls his legs up onto the bed, watching Anna, “I remember my first time too. Oh memories...” Renorien looks out the window, as if recalling his childhood.

“ Get down here so I can strangle you!”

“As inviting as that sounds, I think I'll pass.” Annabelle eventually works her way with a bit of squirming and rolling over to Renorien's bed. She sits up. Renorien pulls his foot back, trying to smash it into Annabelle's face. Annabelle pushes herself up, lunging at him. The foot misses. Ren curses as the foot misses, pulling it back, scolding her like one would a pet, "Hey! Behave, right now!"

Annabelle lunges. Arms tied, she tries to bite him. Renorien tries to lean back as the woman lunges, but her teeth make contact with his arm. As she bites down he yells, "Ow! You -b***h-!" The elf tries to slam his hand into her exposed temple, trying to knock her out for at least the next couple minutes. Annabelle bites down as hard as her felled up self can manage. It takes a hit or two to knock her out. But, she slips off him and back onto the floor.

Renorien grips his arm, growling. He jogs down stairs, grabbing some more Ironweave. He returns upstairs with a coil of rope in his hands, “Just stay the f**k out, okay?” Renorien growls, still holding his arm. He drags the woman up onto the bed once more, beginning to tie her to the head of the bed.

Annabelle twitches and shivers, her teeth stained with sin'dorei blood. Renorien ties her feet to the two bed posts at the foot of the bed, “I'm going to leave you here, until you manage to get free... When the addiction kicks in, feel free to come find me. I'll be within the walls of Silvermoon, send my dearest brother if you must. If you aren't slowly waned off the substance, the chances of death are extremely high.

“For each vial of blood, I'll be requiring a name. Good luck, Annabelle Greene,”
"Every gun..."

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"...Makes its own tune."


~ The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly ~
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Back in Eversong, Zariel meets in front of the Novalight Elders. This group of the family oversees major decisions and remains solely to protect the integrity and overall direction of the family. Most of the Elders were Nova's themselves, or previously in the direct family of a previous Nova. Mostly older elves, usually too old to serve or unfit for the position any longer. Zariel was recommended, by his Father and aunt Naveria who were both Previous Novas. However when their uncle Diel'Vani expressed his support the choice was finalized and Zariel was brought to the main estate, where the branch families lived, not Jidaeo's immediate family.

He was taken into a room, and more information was revealed, about the families connections and business ethics. They reviewed the history of their great ancestor the original Jidaeo Novalight and discussed his principals and what the Nova was expected to do. Zariel kneeled in the best suit he owned, humbling himself before his family. At first he was nervous and reluctant to become the Nova, then the process intrigued him, yet overwhelmed him. Only at this moment did he want to be the Nova more than anything, to be able to change his world around him. To protect his family, and keep them safe from evil. But he knew evil would never be banished from the world, not as long as people remained selfish, ambitious, callous and angry. As long as different opinions existed, someone would be perceived as evil and one would be perceived as good. Perception is dangerous however, as many felt Zariel was good willed and his father a blood thirsty greedy tyrant. He knew evil couldn't be eradicated, it had to be controlled.

He was willing to withstand a tainted spirit for the goodwill of their family. It was how they were raised, The Novalight Shin'ari above all. He already was far from a saint, and wasn't kidding about killing his own father. Although he did began to understand him more, he still resented his methods and hated how he and his sister Alteryia had changed after becoming cursed knights.

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The Dawn of Nova


"Do you swear to hereby take responsibility for your brothers, sisters, cousins, elders and children?"

"I do."

"Do you swear to lead our family into glory, and not into shame?"

"I do."

The eldest elf looks down to Zariel watching him,

"I have faith you will be a great Nova...Zariel Amaru.

"Thank you sir."

Zariel spoke respectfully his head down, his passion burning within him. He had so many ideas that were rushing to him that he wasn't sure what to do first. He had to focus on the ceremony, they were suspicious of his father and that made them to a latter extent suspicious of his intentions. They were leaning towards his cousin Mastus, who had just returned from his training. He was older than Zariel, the son of his aunt Naveria, but for whatever reason Diel'Vani vouched for the young Zariel. He said that his father Jidaeo shared their ancestor's name, but Zariel shared his ancestor's spirit and will. Zariel heard much about Diel'Vani but didn't really get a chance to meet him until recently, as he left Quel'thalas early while Zariel was young. He knew the wise elf was ridiculed for his belief in the skulls, but now having one of these artifacts in his posession the truth was all too clear. He silently obeyed and made it through the rest of the ceremony, leaving the estate as the new Nova. He felt himself swelling with pride as he walked around the buildings, linked together almost like a neighborhood housing his cousins, uncles, and aunts. The Branch family members, respected Zariel because he spoke outward about most things others didn't, they also felt sorry for him after his break down caused by his sister's death. They are proud of his recovery, or his outward positivity.

Returning to his home, he was greeted by two elves one with a scroll and a quill. The other with a large sword strapped over his back. "Nova, what are your orders?" The female elf with the scroll asked while smiling. She was a cousin of his, who was also happy for him.

"I am going to see my old master, to check up on something. When I return I will need a list of trusted mercenaries of the family. List only the most efficient, I have something big coming up and it -has- to succeed." He brushes down the lapels of his exquisitely crafted suit, he pulls out a golden pocket watch with the Novalight emblem engraved on the back. He opens it to check the time. He looks to the elf in the sword. "How do I look?" Zariel asked, as he closed the watch and putting it in his pocket. He shoots his other cousin a nervous, yet weak smile. The older elf walks over to him placing a hand on his shoulder. "You look good, cousin." He smiles, then inclines his head with respect. "...Nova." Zariel smiles stepping back. He conjures arcane and opens a portal. "Thanks guys." He says adjusting his tie, giving them one last look. "Be safe, Nova." the female says. He nods walking into the portal.

Act II: Complete
The Family Tree

TheBook of ThePharaoh

Pharaoh's Colosseum

The Four Suns Inn

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Screams filled the air of Eversong, as burning embers leaped from the tall branches, armies of undead were coming. Away in an estate, huddled around her child, an elven mother spreads her arms around her daughter. "Mother? Where is Father? Where is Alteryia? Where is Zariel?" The child asked, crashing of trees could be heard. An elven aid approached the two. "M'lady Novalight, we need to leave..."

She shook her head standing, "That is what the guards are for, if they approach this area, -then- we leave. I am not abandoning my children!" She says bitterly, hours later a wounded Zariel wanders to the estate, "Young Master!" A voice on the grounds calls out....

Be Careful What You Wish For (Part 1)

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What happened? I only wished to live....Where am I? Where are my children? Where is Jidaeo?

Those where the thoughts I had immediately when I had awoken, when my soul had returned so had my memories. I know most aren't that lucky, I headed to the estate immediately, to find my children bitter and alone, their I saw my sister in law, Naveria leading the family as the Nova watching over my children. "Where is Jidaeo?" I asked without patience. I could tell they were adjusting to my new appearance but they had many years to do that. I needed answers immediately.

For a moment she sat there, drinking wine as if I hadn't said anything at all. I became angered, when I opened my mouth to speak, she did instead. "Jidaeo is alive.....As much as you are. Or Asondra is." She said looking back to Zariel, who was still shocked to see me. He was nervous as I looked like the very enemy he hated for my disappearance. But I wasn't the scourge, he'd realize it in time. It was there I spent some time, making sure my two remaining children were alright, and defend the family. Naveria hinted many times that she didn't wish to be the Nova any longer, but felt no one else was worthy of the title with Jidaeo missing. Renorien was too much like their father, and Asondra was too young. With his two other siblings gone she had no choice but to bare through it.

Jidaeo was beginning to make a name for himself, I heard that he started an organization named after his Ancestors revolutionary group, "The Light of Nova". This had gone on too far, I left to find him, we met briefly in Stranglethorn but because of a fight with humans I lost track of him. While I was on Kalimdor, I heard Jidaeo had returned to the estate, many had died, and he became the New Nova. It was then I knew he had lost his mind, the torment of the Lich was too much. I headed for Eversong, hunting the Nova and if my children were harmed I was prepared to kill him.

On my way crossing the barrens, I was approached by two elves in all white. One revealed himself to be Diel'vani, Jidaeo's grand Uncle. I've heard the stories and have seen the pictures, so I did recognize his face. He explained his position with the Elven secret society and explained more of the story behind Jidaeo's actions. He told me other things Jidaeo had been up to as well, apparently the information I had received was old. The Novalight estate massacre was Jidaeo ridding his house of corrupted occupation, by this corrupted secret society.

He told me he allied with two Kaldorei demon hunters, and attempted to kill a powerful Felsworn, Marianna Bisen. Apparently a talented necromancer was killed, but was bound to return. It was unsafe for him to be in Duskwood, but the two had quite the following and the Felsworn was rumored to be quite ferocious. She was linked to heinous crimes, and was a potential threat to our family and allies investments, as well as a direct threat to anyone who stood in her path.

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I was to acquire information only, I was promised back up but wasn't counting on any. I was intrigued to be on my own with out any responsibilities. Now that I knew my family was taken care of I could proceed without worries, or so I thought. After my first step I paused. "And where is Zariel? Where is my boy?" I asked, the words escaped my lips before I could seal them. Diel'vani smiled as he raised his chin. "He is training, with the Matron of the Lost Minded, Reigen Talah'malanore." He responded lifting his large hood. "..At your husband's request." He added. I nodded and began my walk down the dirt path when I was stopped again.

"I wouldn't waste your time sending you just to find information on an elusive Felsworn. Chances are you may -never- find her." He called out, over the sun dried land, I turned around and pulled down the scarf that was wrapped around my head and mouth. "Well, what do you want?" I asked, I was beginning to become annoyed. "The Zandali Crystal skull..." He responded. I was confused, I heard of the skulls in a fleeting discussion but I thought they were only Elven. "What?" I asked tilting my head.

After his explanation I traveled to Stranglethorn, I figured it'd be a good place to start my search and gather information. I was right, I had found out that Booty Bay was infested with a plague of some sort. This Marianna Bisen was brought up as a suspect, as well as a few other noteworthy names. I tried to keep a low profile as I know the family has a few investments in these goblin merchants. It was then I over heard a group of elves discussing something over a drink. I was invited to their table and they began their discussion of wanting revenge on a Felsworn. They were the Vagabonds, led by Micheru Bloodrune. I told him I was joining their group, they had no objections, but said that one member might. A light fanatic human, at this point it didn't matter. I had wished for a lead, now I had found one...

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It has been some time, since my son has officially took over the office. I am now a King within the order that once wanted me killed. I have to thank my Uncle, Diel'vani and Annabelle Greene for that. Life was beginning to grow predictable, but I couldn't complain. Although I did. I should have been content with the mundane, now things have become far too complicated....I had wished things to become more interesting, now I'd like to take it back.



Be Careful What You Wish For (Part 2)


Jidaeo stands on the Zepplin, watching the water rushing under him, the frigid air wisps around him. He reminisces on the past, contemplating the future.
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Zariel has taken time off of his training, with the skull and his abilities to make sure he leads the family correctly. I am glad he is taking the position serious as he needs to. If something happens he can take care of himself with the abilities he already has, and the Shin'ari will back him up. I heard that Silvermoon's noble families were being targeted by a group of nationalists, or sociopaths. Apparently a several nobles have been found tortured and decapitate in Murder Row. Most were found outside the city. I believe Zariel holds most of his meetings in Dalaran until the situations have calmed down. He has grown, although he is suspicious of me, I am proud of him.

I spent most of my time getting used to my position, being observant and not active. I was informed of agony from Silvermoon, to Mulgore, times where I wished to assist right away. But that is not my position, and at first it bothered me. I kept an eye on my friends and family, with the court members I could trust. Magi who could check on them, and remain unseen. In and out. It was comforting for a time as my solitude in Northrend was beginning to digress my progress, or so I thought. Reigen had returned days before this, kidnapped by Faceless, a woman who used the same alias as the one who kidnapped me. Where I met Reigen's husband Krilari.

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I wanted to know more, but figured I would in time. I was surprised when I got word that Reigen had gone missing, I figured she found out I was checking in on her. The day before she returned, I was informed that I wasn't the only one snooping around her tower, seeing if Reigen had returned. She keeps odd company, you would never know friend from foe. Until Zariel told me she was attacked the following day, the description matches the report of the person we saw before. Even worse, they are saying they were sent by the Novalight Shin'ari. Pathetic.

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I have found some straggling attackers and killed them as well, they recognized me as if I had just sent them after Reigen's head the day before. It was odd, some I did send after her but that was a year ago. So much has happened in the past year. It didn't make any sense, why had they not returned? Were they hunting her the whole time? Impossible I thought....Reigen had killed them all, hadn't she? I brought Reigen, Krilari and a potential ally onto the Zepplin to discuss business. Unfortunately we were attacked by pirates, and they were promptly defeated. I knew Reigen would assist me as we will walk into the void of the Nether fighting for what we believe. We both have a strong resolve, and Krilari would never let any harm come to her. The two honestly have become like family to me. Even though my family would kill each other for profit, or goals, or just isn't around. But they did help rescue my son a long time ago and I will never forget that.

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I informed them I planned on resuming my search for the skulls, because another group has and I believe they may have attacked, killed or kidnapped my Uncle. Diel'vani Novalight isn't one to be taken down so easily so I fear the worse for his safety. Apparently he was in Northrend, and was ambushed by trolls, members of his court said something was odd. Reigen believes they are leading us into a trap, an illusion sounds probable. I just need to find my uncle, quickly. During the fight, my sister Naveria teleported to my vessel. She discussed possible conclusions resulting to our uncle, then prepared to leave. Before she did she left me with some interesting information....

"Jiddy! We've found Cerice..."

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Inside a wooden shack, two elves sat on the cold stone ground. Through the windows a large lightening storm was apparent in a purple abyss; the room was filled with steam. Yet inside was a tranquil meeting, between two who rarely spoke. Zariel had always resented Jidaeo, his father for things that happened in the past. Although he was beginning to realize his father wasn’t as bad as he thought he was. Jidaeo appeared detached but was really proud of his son, his friend and ally Reigen told him he should show his son that he loved him. He didn’t like speaking with her of such matters, but it was true and he respected her judgment. He sat with his son in Netherstorm, who was detoxifying his body from demon blood he was given without knowing. His uncle, Jidaeo’s youngest brother was responsible.

“Zariel” Jidaeo said his voice haunting as black strands of hair fell down his face. His son looked up to his father, his arms extended to either side with iron cuffs around his wrists. The cuffs were linked to chains which were connected to the wall; his feet were chained together as well. He sat with his legs crossed, looking to his father. "Yes, I’m sorry I’ll be more careful. Uncle Renore-" Jidaeo raised his hand cutting his son off. His face void of emotion although Jidaeo was mustering all of his soul that he could. “It is alright. My brother will be dealt with, and I will see to it that you and your sisters will be never be harmed by him again. I will also find your mother.” Zariel smiled in surprise, he adjusted himself in the room, the chains rattled against the stone floor. Zariel’s hair was clinging to his sweating face, “How do you suppose you will do all that, father?” He asked honestly. He was intrigued by his father’s words for the first time in a long time. Jidaeo’s blue eyes pierced the foggy steam that filled the room, “I don’t know”.

He shook his head then stood up. “You are the Nova, my son. A title you hold respectfully. Live and enjoy your life.” Jidaeo turns around leaving Zariel stunned as he watches his father walk to the door. As the door opens, the steam appears to be ripped out side, “I...I’m sorry, father. I truly am.” Zariel said, holding his head down. He fought back tears as Jidaeo stopped his ears twitching. He nodded. “I am too.” He walked out of the doorway closing it behind him.

Zariel watched the door, in the room filled with steam. It was the most humane way to detoxify himself, he was given demon blood in with a drink. He had quite a bit, and ended up attacking Reigen, and her troll friend Tzekel. He was detained and held in a room until he recovered.
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The ever traveling Cerice, stumbled across a camp. She knew the location was frequented by other members of Micheru's Vagabonds. She stopped by looking to acquire the status of the search for Marianna Bisen. She questioned, Ida and Zalleyy but the two had little information to give. Ida said another Vagabond was looking for her, and if she found her she would send word to the rest. Other than that the group had been dispersed. Something Cerice had already figured out when she saw Selondra in Dalaran.

Upon questioning the other elves, a third approached. She had brown hair and an eye patch. "Who are you?" Cerice asked bluntly.

"Captain Avia" The elf responded.

"Impossible....Captain Avia....died in desolace..."


Avia had assisted Jidaeo months back, shortly after he took the seat of Nova. She was contracted for transferring and distributing supplies and cargo amongst other things, with her company The Arcane Myst enterprises. He told her of his search for the skulls, and an inquisitive Avia began her search for a price. One which Jidaeo had no issue with providing, but a small niche hit their plans. He heard the skull was in Desolace, he was going to head there himself but was kidnapped.

Upon freeing himself, he met with her human employee, Lucit. The two were attacked and beaten by Cult magi and watched as they teleported to Desolace. Lucit got up and headed for Desolace, Jidaeo said he would...but tormented by his own shame, guilt, and anger he never went. He began working on his own selfish goals, and left her to her fate. He later sent his son to search the area, but he found nothing and was attacked himself. He wrote on the official record, that Captain Avia of the Arcane Myst was no longer alive.

He felt responsible, but made no official record of his neglect to support her.


Cerice and Avia were attacked by members of the Snake court. A human female and Sin'dorei male donned in white cloaks appeared and attacked Avia attempting to capture her. Cerice watched confused as she was sent to find Marianna from the same group, however a different court. She entered battle alongside Avia, and with the help of Ida and Zalley they were killed quickly. Avia and Cerice wandered a while away from the camp, through the jungles of Stranglethorn discussing what had happened. Avia was traumatized by the torture she endured and was steadily being followed. She lost her ship, her crew and her mind aiding Jidaeo. Her husband.

As always when the mess was made, Jidaeo Novalight was no where to be found. Without giving away her name, she told Avia that the new Nova would probably help her, and that she should go see him. She wished to speak to Jidaeo, but figured this new leader of the Novalight Shin'ari should be able to help. She left for Eversong at once. Her trip was a long one, filled with paranoia. After many days she arrived at the Novalight Estate, there she met with Zariel Amaru.

The elf stood in seemed to be reading over a few parchment notes, donned in a fine elven suit. Avia sat in a chair, looking over the fine elven room. "Well who has the human skull?" She asks.

"Why?"

"Because I want it." Avia responded.

"You realize only a human can -use- that skull? Correct?" He looks to her, away from his notes. He bites into the exotic fruit chewing with his mouth closed. She stands up grabbing his lapels "Well who has the Quel'dorei skull?" He raises a hand calmly as he's grabbed, motioning the guards to stay. He looks to her. "-I- do." she mutters to herself out loud. "Well if I kill him and take it th-" A wall of arcane pushes from his body knocking her back into the chair. "I do not know what kind of friendship you had with my father but -I- will not tolerate it."

She shakes her head, and apologizes. "These are the rants of a madwoman who is desperate. I -must- stop this." The young elf looks to the captain a look of sorrow on his face. "As the Nova I will do what I can Captain. You have my word."



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This is an excerpt from the Nightmare Knight thread. That corresponds to this particular post.

Jidaeo closed his eyes and kneeled in the snow as the Alabaster knight opened a death gate to the realm of shadows. “If you do survive for a month you will not be the same. You must strengthen your dead body; push it to limits no living creature can go to. Take advantage of your death, Jidaeo.”

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The elven knight nodded, and reluctantly walked through the portal. “I will find him, I will survive as I have -other- obligations as well” he said as he walked through the gateway, shadows swallowing his body. As the elf disappeared the troll death knight walked towards the head knight’s side. “Report that Jidaeo Novalight has fallen in battle.” The troll nods, and summons a death gate of his own, disappearing inside. The alabaster knight stares to the moon.

A death charger trots up to the estate. The knight riding it hands a letter to a guard at the Novalight estate. He nods and rides off. The guard looks to the knight and hands the letter to an aid. She walks calmly upstairs to the Nova’s office; the dragonhawk’s flying low over the grass in the distance. She enters the office parting the lace curtains; Zariel sits in the chair writing on a fresh sheet of parchment. Older papers spread around him, as he looks between them. He continues writing, but speaks to her. “Is there something I can help you with?” His cousin approaches him, holding out the letter. “Nova, here is a letter delivered from an Ebon Blade knight.” She replied.

Zariel set the quill down and looked to the envelope curiously. He took it from her hands, and set it on the table. She smiled, and bowed slightly before exiting the room. She stopped to notice the sky had begun to darken, clouds were rolling in. She summoned an arcane dome over her head and cheerily walked down the ramp to the lower levels. She had enjoyed her job more now that her cousin was Nova. A fresh start to turn the family around, she really wanted to make a difference when she heard him scream in agony.

“NOOOOOOOOO! THIS CAN’T BE!!”

The Death of Jidaeo Novalight


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Many decades ago the two had wed, their love was strong for being so young. They had their children before they married, something both of their families frowned upon. The only thing they had was each other, and for them that was enough. Cerice thought of these moments as she rode her death charger aimlessly, she had just heard of Jidaeo’s fate through a messenger. Her soul ached yet she shed no tear, she wailed silently as she rode thinking about their many moments together. How they named the children, how they met, what they both ultimately became.

Her hunt for Marianna Bisen had gone cold, she only ran into some of the Vagabonds in passing and hadn’t met with Micheru in weeks. She wasn’t sure of her purpose as she had no interest in the zandali skull any longer. She wished for her husband to return. He was so misunderstood she thought, she knew it and only she understood him. She would know him in a way no one would, his sense of humor, his chivalry, his gentleness things he would barely show his children. Her soul began to ache more. She was concerned if this was plotted, with Diel’vani still missing as well. Things were beginning to be suspicious.

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During Avia’s travels looking for the human who possessed the human crystal skull that she found she ran into Chione; a member of Diel’vani’s sage court, and former acquaintance of Avia. The business elf – pirate had the kaldorei captive under suspect of murder. She caught the better of the two orcs in her cell and escaped. The two weren't exactly on good terms but worked together in the past. Avia wanted to find a king to help her get rid of her pursuers. She was told to head to Dalaran to meet a guide who would take her to the King of the Dragon Court. She agreed and headed right away.

The forsaken guide took her to an abandoned titan tower somewhere hidden in the mountains. A large draenei in white robes approached them and introduced himself as the King of the Dragon Court. The two spoke about her plight, as the king tried to convince her that her being pursued and tortured was a result of a misunderstanding. Since she aided herself with a known enemy she was a target as well. She even possessed a crystal skull herself at one point making her a direct target.

An elf descended down to the tower on a flying carpet. “Don’t believe him! He’s lying!” It was Zariel Amaru Novalight. He hadn’t expected to see Avia, but he had to make sure his father had really died. When he was finally reunited with his uncle, he was inducted to lead his own court to even out the influence in the cult. Zariel knew this draenei was not his father and Avia was being misled. Zariel insisted on his truth, yet Avia was suspicious. The Novalight family had been good to her on paper, but Jidaeo was very manipulative and she only met his son briefly.

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Zariel disregarded it and attacked the draenei. The two magi battled in the tower under the snow, as Avia watched. Ethereal light and spells flashing going back and forth as the two relentlessly assaulted one another. The battle ended in Zariel’s favor leaving the draenei’s corpse to lay on the ground. The two went to inspect the body, the corpse had a tattoo of a snake; the very same tattoo that the ones who tortured her and pursued her had. She screamed to the sky. “WHY WON”T THEY LEAVE ME ALONE!?!” he sanity was torn, her chest heaved as she looked to Zariel. She slowly regained her composure,

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“…How did you know he was lying?”

“My father is the true King of this court….And he just died a few days ago”

Zariel hands her the letter.
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Cerice eventually found her way back to the Silvermoon, with a heavy soul. She wandered the long streets aimlessly oblivious to the stares she received from other citizens, some recognized her from political functions but her features though lovely still held an eerie quality to them. The elven knight ended her journey in a tavern by the entrance she wished only for a moment to herself. There she found other sin’dorei females some even death knights like her killing time instead of people.

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She sat down after idle discussion with them, and began to write her husbands eulogy. She loved that she was no longer in the public eye, or that she was hardly recognized by those in the city. It allowed her to be herself, or what remained of who she was. She was less restricted by the bounds of the family she married into. Although there wasn’t a way to fully escape nobility.


Black Hole

Outside in the courtyard of the estate, stood Zariel amongst a mist of arcane ribbons; the ground around him covered in small craters and pot holes. He stood with his back arched heaving as sweat dripped off his chin in beads. He could only cope with the loss this way, to become the best Nova he could. He had thought about the past and how his father was when he was younger. How compassionate Jidaeo was, he had long since forgot that ever since he began obsessing over Alteryia’s death. He was glad it was all behind him, but hurt that he wasted so much time with his father.

His former master, Reigen Dawnsend spoke with Zariel and provided a shoulder to cry on as he coped with his loss. He sent her an official word on the death of his father, she came to Silvermoon to make sure the young elf was okay. She told him she would advise him through the upcoming days to prevent irrational action or him being taken advantage of. He trusted her with everything, and agreed.

As sat in the courtyard, Reigen and her husband Krilari showed up to see to visit. The two discussed the situation of Avia, Jidaeo’s associate and ally to the Novalight Shin’ari. Apparently the members of the snake court, wished to make an exchange. The life of Diel’vani Novalight, for Captain Avia. Zariel was against this, even if it was for the sake of his uncle. He didn’t like sacrificing one life for another; he vowed to find another way. As he and the Dawnsends discussed ways to get around this they were approached by a wandering Magister, Tharnul Arinae. Zariel couldn’t discuss the details of the society with th magister around, so he decided to wrap up his training and head inside. They all shared a somewhat hostile conversation about the different races before Reigen excused herself from the table resulting in her sitting on the balcony.

Zariel went to try to change her mind, it didn’t work. The effort of Krilari and Tharnul himself seemed to not produce results either. While the two were out there to coerce Reigen to return, Zariel’s aids brought him a folder. “Nova…” she began, before leaningd own and whispering into his ear. Many months ago, Jidaeo made a deal to send members of the Light of Nova to the Ghostlands, on the request of a Magister Duraza Bloodsun. The two had combined efforts to help those down there to cleanse the area. It was just reported that many had went missing. Zariel decided to go personally investigate.

While trying to coerce Reigen to stay out of the fight she ignored them and went on ahead. The others managed to catch up at the border of eversong. Wher the sun is blotted out by the clouds and gloom, and where the trees seem to be twisted in an eternal nightmare. Upon traveling they discussed their differences, mostly Reigen’s dislike for Tharnul. They were cut off by screams; Zariel looked in the direction and snapped his reins to send the Hawkstrider off running. They stopped in the middle of the road as the ground in front of them, had been littered with elven bodies. Zariel’s cousins, Uncles and aunts had been spread out amongst many of Duraza’s men as well. Ghouls idly chewed on the bodies of the dead like buzzards.

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The battle was an intense one Zariel shifted creating four images of himself; each image conjuring a bolt of frost fire before firing at the ghouls. Reigen used her worg that she was mounted on to attack the mindless zombies. Krilari charged through slashing the ghouls from his horse as well. Magister Arinae began casting from a book, burning the ghouls to the ground. It was then a bullet grazed Zariel, then another one fired over head. He was attacked by something more competent than a ghoul. An elven bounty hunter had appeared aiming a rifle at the current Nova.

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He wanted the elf dead for the passed crimes of the Novalight family; from bribes, to murder, to funding drug dealers, thieves, and other illegal yet profitable business. Zariel new of these dealings and personally didn’t like them either. It was the way the family was run in the passed however. The bounty hunter attacked them all and was ultimately killed.


As the chaos died down a female in all white approached the elf, with a snake tattoo on her wrist. She grinned to Zariel demanding his response to their deal; fourty-eight hours to give up Avia for his Uncle Diel’vani in return. Zariel didn’t like the choice one life for another and refused. As she persisted he sided with his uncle. He was surprised to see that the woman already had Avia bound in her custody; As she was summoned beside her. The others attacked the elf, and caused her to flee saving the bound and tortured captain.

It was then the though occurred to him. “…Maybe they didn’t have Uncle Diel’vani…. Where -is- he?”

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As you enter a room in Dalaran two elves in suits pat you down, they inspect your person as you walk through an anti-magic field you see a lone elf, with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He stands over looking the magical city as a female elf, approaches him with a few papers; she hands them to him and a quill. He signs both papers and hands them back. He nods to her then notices you.

“Looking for my Father?” The elf looks over the balcony again. “He died two years ago, I’m sorry to inform you like this. Many things have changed since then…Many things will change in the future. I suggest you run, while you still breathe. The Novalight Shin’ari will be going to war soon.”

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“I am Zariel Amaru Novalight, I am the Nova of the House of Novalight. This is my story.”

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Heir to the Cosmos: The Novalight Dynasty 2
First Blood


- Two years ago -


A lone elf sits in an extravagant chair writing on parchment, the tail end of the feathered quill squirms in the air as he continues; another elf, small with dark hair teleports into his office holding a corpse. The cadaver is a human male, donned in a white cloak, he bleeds fresh droplets on their elven tapestry. Reigen Dawnsend, Zariel’s former instructor stares to the younger elf as she drops the corpse. “Zariel, you have to leave.” She walks closer. “Your family is in danger and your father’s funeral will be attacked.” Zariel dropped the quill and opened his eyes wider. “Wh-what!?”

The two discussed the possibility of it being a lie, but Reigen persisted. She served as one of his advisors, unofficially. He respected her and trusted her judgment. He nodded and prepared to get ready. He would head to Ogrimmar to train with Maku Bonethunder II who taught him how to use the Quel’dorei crystal skull; an orc whose wisdom was only surpassed by his appetite. The council approved, and Zariel left later that night; as predicted Jidaeo Novalight’s funeral was attacked by unnamed assailants. Some were killed but several escaped, and more of Zariel’s family; cousins, aunts, and uncles died giving honor to his father. As he was safely hidden in Ogrimmar; he hated himself and vowed to protect them, to get stronger as he was the Nova of the Shin’ari it was his sworn –duty- to protect them all.

- Five Days ago –

Zariel traveled for a while along side Maku, he learned new techniques while perfecting older ones. Training with the crystal skull as they aimlessly traveled the barren lands of Kalimdor. He knew it was time to return. He had been away for too long, since he was still the Nova he checked in to Eversong as much as he could, but he stayed away from the estate for months at a time. He felt guilty but his family supported him, most of them. When he returned for good he was reunited with Reigen, the two caught up on times missed and sparred in the courtyard. The fight was close but Zariel was bested once more by his former instructor. He was glad he still had a ways to go, but knew he had come a long way.

Days later he was alerted to a disturbance, product the Shin’ari was moving between north and south Eastern Kingdoms were being intercepted. No survivors. He personally took it upon himself to investigate, he asked his cousin Mastus, son of Naveria to help. They sailed towards the area, where the last ship was. The boat rocked back and forth as it sailed over the vast ocean. Reigen had joined them before they left, the three of them spoke idly until some one on the deck called out to them. “Nova! There is something in the distance!” Zariel’s ears twitched as he stood and ran to the call. In the distance was a boat, with torn sails; it drifted aimlessly. They made their way over to it, to see it was covered in blood and corpses of the crew laid everywhere. They went to investigate as the corpses slowly began to animate and rise, they were attacked by an elven necromancer. He claimed he wanted revenge on the Novalight Shin’ari.

The battle was intense but no match for the three trained Sin’dorei. They removed a scroll from his body, instructions on resurrecting –him- to bring glory to the Novalight Shin’ari. Zariel didn’t know who they were speaking of; the elf also carried a book of Necromancy. They pondered the meaning of the attack and departed for their own ship, then sailed to Booty bay. Upon arriving to the pirate port, the three parted ways, Reigen returned to her business, Zariel went to find rest, and Mastus went to meet up to find allies for the Novalight Shin’ari. He ran into Annabelle Greene, Queen of the Osa Court. Zariel entered, not to excited to see Annabelle as she had been around more so than not while he traveled away from Maku. The two had a sturdy alliance, much stronger than when the first met two years ago and he tried to take her life. They figured she would be a good aid against necromancy and she agreed to further help the young Nova.




- Yesterday -


Zariel got a letter that his older cousin Mastus was injured and he fled to Annabelle’s location as soon as he could. Upon meeting he saw his cousin’s life was no longer in serious danger. He was relieved and looked around curiously to the mechanical hut Annabelle called home. He had a lot on his mind, he felt he had to protect his family and he wasn’t doing a good job of it. Seeing Mastus in this condition bothred him, he walked outside as the moonlight illuminated the white sand. He stared to the sky as Annabelle walked out, stopping at the door way. The two discussed Zariel’s need to protect, and his yeaning to be accepted, to help his friends and family. Annabelle listened, saying she shared similar thoughts and even giggled at their similarities, going as far as saying the two were alike. At first Zariel was offended but as they spoke he saw their similarities, they lingered on his mind.

For a moment the two sat in the sand, the light of the moon washing over them, she turned to him her freckles apparent on her tan skin. Her violet eyes innocently gleaming at him. “What do you do for fun?” she asked Zariel who was so accustomed to formalities and aristocrats such direct interaction sometimes made him nervous. He attempted his best to withstand his want to leave as he stared at her red faced. “I enjoy writing.” It was then the two were no longer alone.

A warlock appeared in green fire, he stared to the elf and the human. “Stay here.” Zariel said to her before vanishing, bending the air like a heat mirage. “Wha-“ A confused Annabelle said as suddenly she was alone, with the warlock far off into the distance. Zariel appeared between them, taking a few steps before stopping. He raised his chin.
“Young Lord.” The elf greeted Zariel. “Yes, I am the Nova. I take it since you know this you came here to see me?” Zariel asked confidently, presenting his politician’s demeanor. ““Either serve with us willingly… Or be crushed under out great weight.” He commanded. “I decline.” Zariel responded.

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A battle ensued, which put the lives of Annabelle and Zariel on the line. The fight looked to be in their favor as the warlock retreated; but as he disappeared in green flame. Annabelle went with him. Immediately he went to Mastus still in the house, he explained the situation when he stirred from his sleep and the two cousins departed to rescue the friend Zariel promised to protect. They fled to Dalaran, to make a plan, they had to alert the Novalight family in eversong that another noble house had ill intentions, and some backing power to be so bold about it. Mastus left to deliver the message as Zariel scryed for Annabelle’s presence using her blood from the battle in Tanaris hours before. In the swirling ball of crystal he saw her image chained, broken and bruised. He saw large fluorescent mushrooms. He quickly canceled the spell and headed for Outland.

After hours of flying around on the back of his wyvern he spotted something irregular, yet reminiscent of the vision he saw in Dalaran. He swooped down low to an old draenic ruin. He dismounted the beast and slowly ascended the stairs. “Anna!” he called out, he wasn’t in the mood for subtly. He heard no response but continued, he saw her in a mess of her own blood with dislocated limbs and bruises from head to toe; because of –him- and his family. The thought pained him as he approached her, he knelt down stroking bloodmatted hair from her face. “Annabelle! Are you alright!?” He shook his head and opened a portal to Dalaran and waited for help to arrive. With his family’s wealth he could pay for the best healers, it was the least he could do since his family put her into this situation.

- Present Day –


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Zariel fell asleep sitting on the floor beside the bed of the wounded human bounded only by guilt and obligation. She stirred aimlessly hitting him on the head as she turned. She awoke still sore from her wounds but better due to all the healing she’d received while unconscious. Mastus returned to alert the Nova that the mission had been completed. The Council was now aware of this other family. Yet no one knew their name, the one who attacked them on Annabelle’s island had a marking but Zariel couldn’t identify its significance. He updated Mastus on the situation, and they both were relieved the human was safe, when they heard an odd voice outside. The voice was followed by a knocking on the door in which Mastus answered; the conversation almost became an altercation until Zariel intervened. The forsaken was someone he knew, he was the former Headmaster of an arcane academy. He had business with Zariel’s father and in turn became an instructor for Zariel.

“Ma Master Barlton? Is that you?!” Zariel asked surprised.

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Zariel stands outside on the balcony looking in your direction, he sighs then overlooks the arcane city. The commotion of the others can be heard in the room behind you.

“It appears I will have to rally all the people I know that will help me in this fight. I –will- protect my friends and family. I swear it on my life.”
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Writing a few scenes from Annabelle's perspective. May be some repetition of scenes from other posts. This will be in parts, and long. Not done yet!

Quote:Annabelle Greene has worked with the Novalight family for years. First found by Jidaeo Novalight, she worked with him against a traitor. Time passed, and while the two never grew friendly, their trust was sure. She grew in renown amongst the family and its allies, the once-enemies the Kings of Cosmos choosing her for the role of Queen, much to Jidaeo and Zariel's--his son's--chagrin and confusion. She was to guide her court as the organization watched Azeroth's events unfold, and guard the Crystal Skull relics. Time passed further still, and Annabelle no longer leads her vigilante groups, the business of the Kings calming. Five years pass, she quietly watches Zariel from afar as she promised Jidaeo, while he acts as Nova to the family. She felt herself a bit closer to Zariel for reasons she couldn't explain for a long while, but as she watched him she grew to know. Now, she keeps to herself, happy to be something akin to a normal person again. She returns to engineering, making her living thusly.

Quiet never lasts too long.

A few weeks ago, Mastus Novalight, the cousin of Zariel Novalight comes to her for aid. Jidaeo Novalight has been thought dead for two years, his funeral attacked. She agrees, her heart apparently bigger than her brain. She quietly curses to herself later.

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Booty Bay, Stranglethorn Vale. A hive of scum and vil--…anyway.

In the Salty Sailor sits a freckled, dark haired young woman, going over her journal of mechanical diagrams and equations. She is quite at peace, idly listening to the conversations about her.

A dark figure approaches; hooded, cold, easily labeled as undead. A prickly feeling under her skin erupts on the back of her neck, which she rubs at. The figure stares at her a few moments.

“I’ve been looking for you.” Jidaeo states. Just states.

The woman’s violet gaze flits to his feet, then slides up to his hooded visage. It narrows, then widens in realization, a soft, sharp breath taken. For now, she suppresses whatever astonished reaction wells up in her. Not the place for it out here. She puts on a knowing smirk, lifting her chin. He directs her to a back room of the inn. She follows.

Jidaeo gestures to the bed. "Have a seat."

As the door shuts, Annabell loses a bit of her cool. "The -fel- have..." She stares at him as he just directs her to sit. "Nngh." She grunts, then sits and folds her arms. She stares at him in annoyance and worry.

Jidaeo blinks looking to Annabelle. "I still serve as the ruler of my Court. I am concerned about my son, yet he doesn't know I'm still ..." he sighs. "Alive." he says in an odd tone. “The house is in danger, and needs to be monitored.”

“...Yeah. The necromancers? Some conspiratorial mumbo-jumbo about old patriarchs raising key figures. Where -have- you been exactly?” Perhaps it was her human nature, but she didn’t quite have the patience for the familial traditions these elves had.

Jidaeo shakes his head. "I looked into it. I fear this may be something bigger than an old quarrels. I will need your support. My location during this time...isn't important right now. But I will tell you when it is needed."

A dark eyebrow of hers lifts. “...Zariel already sent a cousin of his to get me. I've sent him a few toys as well. Don't worry, despite your fit, I've ghosted him and kept an eye on him as I said I would.”

Jidaeo inclines his head. "Thank you, Annabelle." Then lifts it, straightening again. “Things will only become more dangerous from here on out. If you wish to stay away from my cursed family, now is the time.”

Annabelle blinks at Jidaeo. After a few moments, she starts to smile. She rolls her eyes. "...Things usually do before they get better. You know, I'd hug you but I think you'd sulk worse than your son."

“I'd rather you never touch me, Light-wielder.”

Annabelle blinks at him again and lifts a brow. "...Touchy." She takes this moment to study him. Her eyes narrow slightly. She rubs the back of her neck. "...You got into something." She speaks in a softer voice. Something, some feeling, had been gnawing at the edge of her senses since he appeared.

Jidaeo smirks, he pulls down his hood and stares at her blankly. The white hair, where once it was black as her own, drifts into his face. He brushes it away with his thumb. Some things don’t change.

"Light in...what did you -do-...?" She doesn't move, just staring at him with widened eyes.

He stares to her. "I was following orders, I am a knight of the Ebon Blade. I went to train, to fight for my family and we were sent into battle. We were massacred, but my commanding officer saw something in me, or maybe I was the only one there that could still walk. But he sent me to the shadow realm, and told me to survive for a month.”

Annabelle turns her head slightly, eyes narrowing a bit. "...That explains why I feel like I can sense undead again. Assuming the white hair isn't the only thing that's changed."

Jidaeo nods. "When I died initially I was only dead for less than forty-eight hours. My body was preserved. With the new ....things I've learned, my body his decayed rapidly, due to the mass influx of shadow energy."

“...Odd, shadow usually heals the dead. I won't...ask what else happened. Or what you can do. Don't think you'd tell me anyway. I've changed a bit as well. Or...more so returned to myself.”

Jidaeo slowly pulls his hood up, it covers his dead face in a veil of shadow.

“ ...I assumed I'm not to tell Zariel you're back?”

“I'd like to tell him myself.”

Annabelle nods, then stands.

Quote:After a panicky discovery of the near-dead cousin of Zariel Nova, Annabelle Greene uses a Scroll of Recall to return him and herself to her home off of Tanaris. A tiny island, once the site of an oil rig. It was now her lab, her testing grounds, her place to be alone under the expanse of stars at night. She had tended to the elf as best she could, though much blood would need to be restored. Job finished for now, she steps outside to wait. Zariel had been contacted about the situation, and it isn’t long before he appears.

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Zariel, rushing over (while trying to appear smooth as ever) looks to Annabelle. "I hope this wasn't a joke?"

Annabelle looks to Zariel and blinks. She shakes her head, then motions him to follow her inside. Within, Mastus lays asleep on her simple bed. He is healed, but his skin is pale from blood loss. The young elf noble, after staring around at her odd home, shifts his gaze to his cousin.

Zariel 's eyes open wider. "Who did this?"

Annabelle folds her arms and shrugs. "Two orcs jumped him, he said. Outside the Bay. I found him amongst their corpses."

Zariel crosses his arms. "Orcs?"

“He didn't elaborate. But, I'm sure he will to you. If he knows anything. He was out for two days.”

Zariel nods. He looks to Annabelle. "Hmm. I wish I was there to help him, but I was....busy." Like he owns the place, he walks to a chair and sits down. The action is arrogant, but as if he doesn’t know any other way to act. Annabelle watches Zariel make himself at home. She looks to the ceiling a moment, then to him.

“He awoke earlier and ate, so he's on his way.”

“Good.” Zariel eyes Annabelle curiously. "My family is having bad luck lately."

Annabelle tilts her head. "As I recall, it's history is...complex."

Zariel shrugs and looks to the table. A gear on a metal tube. "Hmm. I suppose. No more complex than any other family, I'd imagine." He says honestly.

“...Meaning that I'm not really surprised. Wh--...really?” She blinks at him.

Zariel looks to Annabelle flatly. "W-what?"

Another stunned blink. "Well...my parents were a maid and a farmer. My family goes back a few short generations in Westfall. I don't know if complex conspiracies are common in elf families, but..." She lifts a brow.” ...No siblings either.”

Zariel nods knowingly. "Oh well..Human lives are too short. That's all.“ He says smiling, still sitting in the chair, quite comfortable in his own world view.

Annabelle rolls her eyes. "...You think every sin'dorei family has the trouble yours does?" Her tone still isn't harsh, just puzzled. “...Also, you're going to suffocate from the heat with that hood on.” This fact stated, she steps over and softly tugs at the blue hood hiding the elf’s face.

Zariel crosses his arms and thinks about it. "Hmm...No?" He asks. He shakes his head. "I guess not the-" He suddenly pulls away like a child about to get groomed by his mother. The cloth is cool to the touch.

Annabelle blinks and rubs her fingers together. "Yes, fancy enchantment." Instead, she tugs the top part lower, hiding his face completely. "...Your family is -exceedingly- unique, Zariel." She then walks over and sits in the other chair. "Does the Nova desire tea?"

Zariel nods, then removes his hood and shakes his hair free, very long, very auburn. “He does. Unique? Well. I guess."

Annabelle peers flatly at him. She bites her bottom lip, trying not to giggle. She stands again, and prepares the tea. A citrusy, herbal tea of Tanaris fruits.

Zariel looks to Annabelle. "Something funny?"

“You.”

“What about me? “ A long, stiff brow lifts

“ ...You're so...-normal-.” Annabelle blows some of the steam away, then walks over and offers him the cup. “I'd tell you who you remind me of, but I might insult you.”

Zariel nods rubs his palms over his head, pulling his hair backwards. It shines, groomed as any noble’s hair would be. He carefully takes it and sets it down. "Well...of course I'm normal." He says as the glass clinks. "Who, my father?" He asks with some hopeful expectation.

Annabelle shakes her head. "You're awkward, you blush, your ears droop when you're shy." Traits she is quite fond of, not that she would admit it under any sort of duress. She chuckles again, fondly. "Perhaps he did that, I have no idea." She sits in the chair again.

“Well who do I remind you of?”

“Me“.

“EH?” The elf shrinks and stares at her as if he were a startled cat.

Annabelle stares at him, waiting for...yes, that reaction. “You disagree?”

“Yes. Completely.“ The elf straightens and stares at her with an expression flat as granite.

Annabelle starts to grin. She snickers. "I didn't say we were -exactly- alike."

Zariel stands up in a defiant huff. "But. You're so...Polite, Naive, and awkward." He shakes his head. "So young an- " He stops in his tracks looking to the metal wall of her home. "Oh fel."

“...What?”

Zariel looks to her hesitantly. He just frowns at her. Stupid, annoying right human.

Annabelle flits her gaze between the wall and the elf. “...Something on the wall?”

Zariel shakes his head dismissing the thought, the tips of his ears swaying. "No nothing." He promptly heads to his seat and silently drinks tea for a moment.

Annabelle narrows her eyes a bit. She grins deviously. "You -agree-."

Zariel sets the glass down. "Excuse me, where you saying something?"

“Was I?”

“I don't believe so. Tell me about my father...Since I know he's alive. You must know.”

“Oh, well. With those ears, I suppose I have to believe you. You...what?“ Annabelle blinks at Zariel, thrown off track at the sudden change of subject.

Zariel looks to her. He stares blankly. Annabelle stares back a moment. She sighs. "...Yeah. He came to me and asked me about you."

Zariel raises his chin. "I see." He resumes drinking tea, silent for a while.

Annabelle lifts a brow at the action. "Bit late on the news about these necromancers. But...he seems to think they're not your family."

Zariel sets the cup down. "Hmm." He stirs it with a spoon before placing it on the saucer. “I don't have any other suspects.”

Annabelle blinks. She shrugs. "...He had a weird key too. To some library, but he didn't elaborate."

Zariel places his hands on his head. "I have a-" He looks directly to her. "Where did you see him at?"

“Booty Bay. He was looking for me.”

“Ah. The business of the courts. Or was it personal?”

“To tell me to help you, nothing about the Courts.”

Zariel shakes his head.

Annabelle lifts a brow. "What...?"

“I am already at the end of my wits trying to figure out how to protect my family... I don't know how I can protect you too.”

Annabelle tilts her head, apparently not worried at all, and quite honest with her question. Mildly taken aback. "...Why are you worried about protecting me?" She asks softly.

Zariel opens his mouth but says nothing. His cheeks redden as he looks down to the cup. His lips move as if he said something but nothing is heard. He takes a drink, almost using the teacup to hide his red face.

Annabelle blinks once at him. She smiles and folds her arms on the table. "...You know me. I'll be fine. And, if things get worse, I can call on the Court for a bit of backup." she watches him a few moments. "...Thanks. And, while I don't -lead- anything anymore...I have a friend or two.” Her smile flickers into a bit of a smirk. "Besides you."

Zariel nods finishing the tea. "Of course." He says looking to her straight faced, he blushes. Suddenly, he looks away, his tone arrogant. "Well I'm glad I won't have to be worrying about you then." He sets his eyes on Mastus, avoiding looking at the human.

Annabelle sets her chin in a palm, watching him, still smiling. "Not at all."

"Good. I need some fresh air.” Zariel stands up, a tad too quick.

Annabelle shakes her head. "...You can portal him back to Silvermoon, if it'd make you feel more comfortable. Hm? Watch out for duststorms."

“I know he's safe here. I'd rather have no one knows where he is until he can defend himself.” Zariel walks out and looks immediately to the sky. The type of vast, inky expanse a person can only see in the emptiness of Tanaris.

Annabelle watches him, blinking. She sighs and leans back in her chair, then looks to Mastus. She looks to Zariel again, stands, then goes to lean back against the entrance's side. "...Do you get stars like this in Eversong?"

“Too many trees. It's so open here. I enjoy it.”

“...Great view on the communication tower.” She mildly hints, looking at her nails. What had been the main rig of this site was converted into a bit of a radio tower by the woman.

Zariel shakes his head. "Hmm? Some tower isn't that interesting."

Annabelle snickers. "I mean of the sky -from- there. And the sea."

A long pause of silence.

“I think I'm ready to die. If I have to I mean.”

"...Come again?"

Zariel answers, still looking at the sky. "I know my family is in danger. I...I will put my life on the line for them."

Annabelle exhales quietly. "...Zariel." She pushes herself off the wall and walks to stand beside him. She then plops down on the sand, laying her arms over her knees. Her eyes settle on the stars. "...You just started being a Nova. A great one. Your family needs you -alive-."

“But they don't need someone who won't protect them.”

“Aren't you?”

Zariel looks down at her sharply, voice rising in volume at first. "What if!?" He inhales, and calms slightly. "What if those who want Mastus wanted -me-? I can fight. I'm smart... I will just have to... draw them away from everyone. I..I don't want to see any more of my family die over this…”

Annabelle blinks at him. She glances back into the one room house, then back to Zariel. "...I thought that a lot, you know. Every time any part of Autumn, or the Council got hurt. They may have come for you, but you can't think like that. You are -their- leader, and besides that...they love you. There isn't anyone to replace you."

Zariel looks to the sand. "I won't let them down. I swear on my blood. I will protect them or die trying."

Annabelle pushes herself up to stand. She watches Zariel a moment, then steps over and sets her hand on his arm. "And it's Mastus' and my job to prevent the 'dieing' part. I know he wouldn't have it any other way."

Zariel nods. "R-right." He says seeming nervous. "...I just have to remain on the right path."

“And that's just forward.” Her hand gives his arm a squeeze, then drops to her side.

“I hope it is that easy.” The elf sighs.

“It is and isn't.“ The human looks up. “...Just think back here, yeah?” That hand points up. "That's all your family up there, you know." She indicates the myriad stars with a twirl of her hand.

Zariel smirks, shifting his gaze to the human woman. "Oh yeah?"

Annabelle drops the hand. She blinks at his smirk, then smirks as well. "Yeah. Watching you. Not judging, not appraising. Just watching."

Zariel nods. "I wonder if I pissed 'em off, standing here next to this human." He smirks wider.

“Probably. Annoying, little, naive, freckled human.”

This admission renders a chuckle from the elf. “So how do you know Mastus?” He asks after.

Annabelle looks around. She sits on the sand again, and pulls him down to sit next to her. "He found me for aid. That's all. Met him the day you showed up in that white cloak."

“Oh. I see.” His free arm lifts slightly to keep balance as he falls down to sit by her.

“...I wasn't surprised. How long have you known each other?” Annabelle sits with her hands on either side of her, legs crossed.

“My whole life.”

“Do noble elven children chase each other around and rough house?”

“Yes. It's just monitored most of the time.”

“Who usually won?”

“Well...Mastus is older than me.

“...Aw.”

The elf shifts his gaze down.

Annabelle looks over to him, smiling. "What?"

“Nothing."

She gently presses his head to tilt his gaze back to her. "Don't say that. What?"

Zariel looks to her, then back to the sand. He exhales and shuts his eyes, the green glow muted. His eyes open as his gaze is forced towards her. His angular cheeks turn bright red.

Annabelle chuckles softly and lets him go, hand returning to rest in the sand.

“I'm--I knowyou'reprobably thinking I'mweakorsomething, I'mnot. I. I'm capable. Ofeverything.” He rambles, still staring at her, cheeks still red as his hair.

Annabelle blinks a bit, almost stunned at the speed. She lifts a brow. "Did I say that?"

“Well. You might have thought it. A lot of people think that.”

“Yeah, well. A lot of people think I'm weak. Remember our duels?”

Zariel nods. "Yeah."

"I used to get in fights in the Church. The city girls made fun of my freckles. Anyway, didn't you beat me? And don't say 'But you're a human'."

"Heh, I don't recall. I am aware of your feats. Years ago when I tracked you my orders were not to intervene."

“Oh?”

“Mhm. I didn't listen and I could've died if you hadn't let me go.” Zariel closes his eyes, the glow again muted. "My mind was in a dark place then."

“...I could tell you weren't yourself.”

“Revenge consumes you." His eyes open.

Annabelle nods. "It does." Her gaze flits down, then back to him.

Zariel sets his gaze on hers. "I appreciate you...listening and all. It's rare I can speak freely anymore."

She smiles a bit and nods. "...Feel free to come here whenever."

He shakes his head. "I appreciate the offer but..." Her head tilts as she waits for him to continue. “I shouldn't make it a habit to depend on someone like that.”

Annabelle shakes her head. "...I thought that too. I felt so alone trying to take care of everyone. Helping everyone, but no one was allowed to help me. That's wrong.

“Wrong or right, I suppose it's the way it is.”

“Only if you make it. Be responsible, but don't drown in it. You don't even need to talk to me if you come here.”

Zariel looks to Annabelle, silent. She blinks at him. Zariel eyes her up and down, not understanding the proposition. "Hmm?"

“..Just -be-. That's all. Look at the stars, remember who you are, then go back.”

Zariel looks to the sky. She watches him do so.

“I may do that.”

“I have a few Scrolls of Recall around. And I can make more.”

"That would be useful."

Annabelle pulls up her knees and lays her arms across them. "...What do you do for fun?"

“I don't know. I don't really have too much fun anymore. I like writing." Zariel shrugs.

“What do you write?”

Zariel scratches his neck. "I don't know, nothing interesting. Just my thoughts and...stories sometimes." He looks to the sand, digging a design in it with his finger.

Here, the two friends’ conversation was cut short by the appearance of a minion of Seregon. The battle was quick and brutal, the warlock focusing his attacks upon Annabelle in nothing more than a show of power to frighten Zariel. To cause him to lose hope. Beaten badly by the warlock’s felguard, she was taken to Zangarmarsh and kept there for information. In a panic, bloodied himself, Zariel froze and gathered Anna’s blood left on the sand, her mechanical staff, and rushed in to wake Mastus. The two left for Dalaran. Mastus checked on the Novalight family, Zariel scried Anna’s location with the frozen blood.




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Dalaran

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Quote:After her capture, Annabelle Greene was tortured for information. Seregon's efforts failed, though she was left in a bloody, broken heap. Zariel Novalight, through scrying, found her and took her to Dalaran. Sparing no expense, he paid for her mending, and waited by her side until she awoke.

Nearly a day passes since Annabelle’s rescue and healing. Even with the Novalight's money, and the skill and magic of the healers here, the young woman's body still needs time on its own to mend. A bandage covers her finger so that the nail may regrow, bandages keep joints in place, and protect soft tissue. Bruising is still present but has faded. She rolls over, one hand dropping off the bed and onto…something warm. Something that feels a lot like a sharp shoulder, covered by long hair. It quickly retracts, and her eyes blink open. Seeing the combination of red and elf ears, she quickly retreats, almost falling off the bed. All her muscles cry out against this and she stills herself, breathing shakily. She realizes where she is, quickly looking around, black hair loose. She looks back to Zariel, and slowly adjusts to sit on the bed, peering down at him. Zariel sleeps soundly on the floor, leaning against the bed. Annabelle leans forward, peering down at the sleeping elf. She smiles weakly.

A soft knock on the door. "Nova." Mastus’ voice asks.

Zariel 's expressive ears perk up. He looks to his left and right startled. Robe wrinkled, long hair a mess in its ponytail, he stands up and yawns. Annabelle leans back to sit on the bed as he does.

“Come in.” Zariel directs and rubs at one eye with the heel of his palm. Once his glowing eyes are free of sleep, she spots Annabelle, peering at her a hesitant moment before lifting his chin and speaking. “Ah, you’re awake." She folds her arms tighter than usual and nods, eyeing Zariel, then looking to Mastus as he enters, pulling down his dark hood. The door shuts behind him.

Zariel yawns, sleepily. He covers his mouth with his fist. "Ah cousin. You've returned."

Mastus nods, "That I have... I see you have found Anna."

Zariel nods in turn, his eyes lowering. "Mhm...I thought she was going to die."

Annabelle looks to Zariel again. "...With you to save me?" She puts on a small smirk, trying to put her tougher facade forward for the two elves. She would not be baggage to take care of.

Mastus scratches his forehead. "Where was she?" He moves to lean on the wall placing a foot up to hold himself up.

Zariel places his hands on his spine and leans back cracking it. "Aah.” After, he sits on the bed heavily and buries his face in his palms, speaking thusly. His usually articulate voice muffled. "I only found you, Anna...I didn't save you...I don't know why they left you there." He speaks to Mastus. "The swamp with the giant mushrooms, in Outland."

“...Zangarmarsh?” Annabelle quietly pipes up. Mastus shrugs at the mention of the place.

Suddenly, there is a polite knock on the door, accompanied by the sound of shuffling feet. Annabelle flits her gaze over to the door, gripping the sheet with one hand.

"Knock!" An odd chirping voice affirms the action.

Zariel looks to the door, eyes narrowing, then nods to Mastus.

“Hm. It appears this room is empty. Any luck on your end, Blue?”

Mastus strides over like a purposeful shadow and cracks the door open, "Who-... What the fel?" He glances down at the source of the chirping. Inside, Annabelle furrows one brow. "...I know that voice..." She speaks to herself softly.

"Fel!" The chirping entity states happily. “Fel..? Ah! Splendid work, Blue!” A very proper, cracked, dead sounding voice responds.

Mastus rubs his brow, "This creature yours, Forsaken?"

Zariel sighs. “I need a drink.” At that, Annabelle shifts her gaze to him, and smirks softly. “Me too.” He looks up from his hands smiling, though his eyes still hold concern.

“Mine? No, no. I do not own Blue in the slightest. We're comrades.” Again, the sound of shuffling feet. Closer.

Mastus speaks, firm, stoic. "Remain where you are..." He nearly closes the door as he steps out, the sounds from the hall slipping into the room through the open crack left.

“My, quite formal, are you?”

“I could care less about your formal deader. Speak your business or kick bricks.”

"Formal!"

“... Kick bricks? Why would I ever do such a thing?”

Mastus folds his arms, remaining silent.

Zariel remains intent upon Annabelle, paying the conversation outside little heed. “Are you alright?”

“...Physically. But--...don't you recognize that voice?”

Zariel looks to Annabelle intently. "Voice?" His ears twitch finally hearing the voices outside. "Hmm."

“Usually people -build- with bricks. You know. Houses, fireplaces.”

“...I think it's Sir Barlton.” Annabelle whispers to the elf noble, sighing in mild irritation.

“Perhaps a nice gazebo, no?”

Zariel 's eyes quickly widen. As if a switch was flipped, he stands and grabs his staff, the young woman watching him in amusement as he goes into Nova-mode to meet the visitor. Once he is ready and proper, he steps outside. His hair is still a mess.

“Or smash things with them... Like skulls, rib cages, faces... Get to your point.”

"Gazebo!"

“My point? I.. Don't believe I have one.” This voice snorts in disdain.

"Is there a problem?"

Mastus’ eyes remain on the Forsaken. "None."

Now alone, Annabelle sighs heavily. “Light save me, I think I'd rather the torture than that ‘Master Barlton’.” She idly rubs her cheek, fingers pressing on her back teeth. She blinks, surprised they're there. Her eyes close in relief. Perhaps false ones, her real teeth still laying in Zangarmarsh after that questioning.

Edgar Barlton, for it is indeed him, eyes Zariel up and down, smiling. “Yes! There is!”

Zariel squints. "Mast- Master Barlton?"

“This man did not invite me in to the part--“ Barlton blinks, cocking his head. At the Forsaken’s feet is a blue puff of arcane, wavering and shimmering, waving its little bangled arms about in childlike joy. It floats over to Zariel and tugs on his robes. “Barlton!”

Mastus unfolds his arms. "You know him?" He asks Zariel, head slightly glancing back.

“I-- Zariel Novalight?”

Zariel nods. "Father helped with funding of his school. In exchange for personal instruction under the headmaster. He was one of my teachers." He bows his head to Barlton. "Yes."

“A pleasant surprise! How are you, dear boy?”

“Not too good, sir. Please come inside.”

Mastus steps aside. "Perhaps this is a conversation better suited for inside the room?" Zariel nods to him, and he and Barlton file back inside the room. Blue promptly pounces on a bed, chirping, "Inside!" He picks up a pillow up in his tiny hands before throwing it up into the air. He giggles happily. Annabelle watches all of this, glancing with a startled look to the familiar. She eyes Barlton, then inclines her head. Mastus reaches in, closing the doors then standing watch in the hall.

“I sure could've used your help yesterday.”

Barlton looks around, nodding slightly, "Splendid accomod--" He pauses, frowning, "Oh?"

Zariel nods. "I've stumbled across an problem, sir."

“Problems can be quite problematic. Do explain.”

Annabelle flits her gaze between the discussion and the familiar. She doesn't seem incensed at all that Barlton has yet to take notice of her.

“Well. My family is under attack by two parties. Or they may be connected I am not sure. One appear to be necromantic, the others appear to be fel users. As Nova I have to protect my House and my allies, but it is becoming difficult without people I know I can trust.”

Blue floats around the bed before spotting Annabelle. He gives a loud chirp. "Woman!" He exclaims before rushing over. Annabelle leans back, holding up a hand. "Ah--!" She is not afraid of the thing, but...how does one react to a creature like this?

“And I suppose this is where I come in, yes?”

Zariel nods. "According to my father's report, he never received a full return of his investments, when the school switched heads. Instead of pestering you for money, I'd like to ask for your assistance."

Blue tugs on Annabelle's robe eagerly, chirping excitedly, "White! White!" for that is its color. He chirps, pointing to himself, "Blue!" She smiles awkwardly, waving lightly. "Er...hello...Blue?" Blue returns the wave, chirping, "Hello, White!"

Barlton gives a small smile, "I have always been loyal to your father, Zariel. Of course I'll offer my aid."

Zariel nods his head. "Thank you, Master Barlton."

“I will need to be briefed on these parties thoroughly.”

Zariel nods. "Well...I am ignorant to the Fel user party. I know they must be another Sin'dorei noble family, as they wish to erase the Novalight Shin'ari. I...personally am not old enough, I could look them up for more information possibly."

Barlton gives a small nod, "And the necromancers?"

“The necromancers, appear to be within house, trying to resurrect someone. They feel they need to get rid of myself, my father possibly and someone else.”

Barlton cocks his head to the side, "Someone else, you say?"

“They have attacked some of our transports. Possibly, since I believe them to be Novalight family members. They don't like how I've been running things."

Annabelle softly pokes Blue, suppressing a giggle with a bite of her bottom lip.

“I suppose Blue can help with that.”

“Blue?”

Blue giggles loudly as he is poked. The familiar returns the gesture to Annabelle before pausing, "Help!" He chirps.

“My assistant that Annabelle seems to be assaulting.”

Zariel looks to Blue arching an eyebrow. "Excuse me Master, but... What the fel can this thing do?"

“ ...Oh, shush, Master Barlton.” Annabelle smirks softly and gently pokes it again.

"Blue do magic! Blue use Div-in-ation!" This statement garners a soft clap from Annabelle for the familiar.

"Hmm."

“Blue has been taught very basic Divination. He can sense corruption fairly easily.”

Zariel looks to Barlton. "Yeaah.." He scratches his head. "After you left I uhm...kind of fell off of my studies." He chuckles, awkward.

Blue chirps, "Fell!" He turns back to Annabelle, racing in for a hug. She opens her arms a bit, then gently hugs the creature. She looks over to Zariel, smirking. He does look adorable sheep--...nah.

Barlton blinks at Zariel. “You…” A small cough.

Zariel looks to the ground, wishing the carpet might rescue him.

“... Fell off your studies? Did you break a leg in this fall? Were you unable to return to your studies?”

Blue gasps softly, "Break!" He squeaks.

Zariel exhales, blinking then looks to Barlton. "No..No. I ...after I finished reading that book you gave me. I didn't practice all too often?" He says, ears starting to droop. Annabelle watches them, blinks, then quickly focuses on Blue again.

“Tell me, Zariel. How in the world do you expect to protect your family with no training? Hm? Are you going to hit them with that staff and hope they fall over laughing?”

Annabelle very gently takes Blue’s little hands and just as gently sways him in a 'dance' atop the bed. Blue gasps before erupting into laughter as he twirls about.

Zariel looks to the ground wincing at the words. "...No." He says defeated. "...I've practiced in other schools." He says to the carpet. The carpet doesn’t respond.

“...Zariel defends well. It was my own arrogance that got me in trouble, and if it wasn't for him, I'd still be in Zangarmarsh bleeding. Worse than that, even.” Annabelle calmly defends, continuing the dance. She spins Blue once.

Barlton glares at Zariel for a few moments before turning to Annabelle and Blue, "Attacked, were you?"

"Wheeee!"

Zariel looks up, then to Annabelle, eyes turning hopeful behind the fel glow.

“...A minion of the fel users in this game appeared on my island, after Zariel. I was arrogant in my attacks, but Zariel fought well.”

“-You-? Arrogant? That is so hard to believe, Miss Greene.” The Forsaken’s words drip with sarcasm.

During this exchange, Zariel tries to slip out. "I think I will check on Mastus."

“Stay.”

The Thalassian translation of f**k slips out of Zariel’s lips.

“I'm not finished with you.”

Annabelle lifts up her hands to 'startle' Blue with a playful, Grr. "I know, sir." Her hands drop into her lap and she looks to Barlton. She blinks at the defeated Zariel, then looks to the Forsaken again. She huffs softly out of hr nose as her plan to get Zariel out of trouble fails. Blue gasps, wrenching his hands from Annabelle's grip to place them over his 'ears'. Blue winces, "Bad! Bad!"

“The battle then was won, but...the minion took me. I assume it was a higher, much higher, fellow that dealt with me. Said he was over two-thousand years old, and exceedingly richly dressed. Never seen so many rings on one hand.”Annabelle hugs Blue again. Gently, in apology for her startling of the creature.

“Hmm.”

“Zariel. You will be trained in every aspect of the Arcane. You had best be prepared to study on the move, as we shouldn't stay in one place too long.”

A light tapping on the door interrupts. "It is not safe here anymore..." Mastus’ smooth voice follows.

“...Irony.”

“Mm. As I thought.”

Zariel nods. "Yes, si-" He turns to the door, then quickly steps over to open it.

Mastus motions, once he slips inside. "We need to move... now."

“Annabelle, are you alright to travel?” Again, Zariel's gaze flits intently to her, his mind on her well being.

“Wh--...yes.”

Zariel looks to Mastus. "What is it? Should we head to Outland?”

As plans are made on the go, the chirpy familiar looks around, his color darkening slightly. Blue tugs on Annabelle's robes, "Blue White's friend. Blue help White." He chirps. Annabelle leans forward to peer at Mastus, then looks down to Blue. "Aw, thank you Blue..." She gives him a soft squeeze, then lets him go

Mastus nods, "If you feel that to be safe."

“There may be clues where I found Annabelle. I didn't investigate because...there wasn't time.”

Mastus turns to glance at the stairs, "Lets go then. Before we have company."

Zariel nods. He looks to Barlton, then opens the door and heads out.

“I will bring up the rear.” Barlton motions for Annabelle to move. “Come along.”

Annabelle sets Blue free, then pushes herself off the bed, standing straight and stiff. Her muscles and injured flesh grumble and groan through her nerves. As quick as possible she changes behind a curtain into more suitable traveling gear. Brushing her hair over her ear, she follows behind the elves.

Mastus suddenly vanishes only a voice remains, "I'll guard while you open a portal.” He assures Zariel.

Reaching the designated area in Dalaran for travelers’ own portal opening, Zariel conjures arcane, and holds out a rock with runes on it. Arcane runs around him in violet ribbons as he forcefully rips open reality a translucent image of the ruined city Shattrath in the middle. He heads off, determined.

The others follow.
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Quote: The five of them, blue included departed to Outland right away. They found out their position was compromised, from Shattrath they traveled to Zangarmarsh, to the location where Zariel had found Annabelle to see if any clues had been left behind. Amongst traps, they found an old class ring from an arcane academy within Silvermoon. Annabelle claimed this elf who tortured her wore a lot of Rings.

Days later, Jidaeo sent descreet messages to certain elves to meet him on a boat, sailing the coast of eastern kingdoms. The crew; an army of ghouls. The boat rocked back and forth as he spoke to the guests. Krilari Dawnsend, Reigen Dawnsend, Singerius Narmolanya, and Mastus Novalight reuinted with their fallen ally for the first time in two years; save for Reigen. He expressed his concern and that through the courts he was aware of Zariel's plight, but it was in his best interest to stay out of it. He requested that the others watch over Zariel and be the council he needs. With the exception of Krilari they agreed.

Later that day the four confronted Zariel in Dalaran, they told him they were there to help and sought after the identity of the mysterious House. After research the truth came to light. The opposing house was the Seregon Shin'ari. The House of Seregon. Zariel angered, wanting revenge was calmed by his council, he sought for diplomatic resolve and sent word to Lord Elrohir. They met and didn't see eye to eye, The old elf even insulting Zariel. The young Nova nodded and turned away heading for the exit. "Lets go Gentlemen." he said as Singe and another elf followed him out.

Days later an article was released.

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SILVERMOON TRIBUNE

Loyal House Turns Traitor!

For years the loyal house of Novalight has served the Silvermoon people in many ways. Or so we thought. It has been recently discovered by someone -who would remain unnamed- that the new head of their respected Noble House has been seen consorting with the Alliance specifically a young woman by the name of Annabelle Greene both in and around Alliance lands. The House leader a young Elf by the name of Zariel Novalight is believed to have sold many military and political secrets to this young debutant of the Alliance. Need I say it people? This House may have perhaps turned on Silvermoon and the Horde as a whole for their House’s selfish gain. Could this be the start of an Alliance attack plan on Silvermoon lead by a Trojan horse coming in the form of this young brash Noble Lord? Or could this be another failure by a young Noble as he lets his heart do his leading for him? You are the judge. Only you can decide the truth. But ask yourself this, when approaching their Noble House to inquire about such things we only received the slamming of their doors. Their political leader Lord Singerius Highstride has been unavailable for a comment on the matter, unavailable? Or just plain not speaking on the matter?... We’ll keep bringing you further information on this troubling story of betrayal as it surfaces.

After the heavy blow to his image he knew they were serious. He consulted with Annabelle in the abandonded Aula Arcanum building. They discussed their 'friendship'. He had enough, of their arrogance, their slander and their attacks. He was ready to show this house the Novalights weren't push overs. It was then Mastus returned with a bit of information.

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Grogloki Wrote:Mastus strides into the room mud caking his boots, “Nova. I have stumbled across some information via… -methods-. Apparently one of the Seregon House trade routes will be working tomorrow. As I pressed the man for more information he revealed that the caravan will be carrying a load of rare jewels… and a wand. The wand was special ordered by Lord Elrohir for reasons undisclosed.” Zariel’s ears perk, “Wonderful. This is an excellent time to show our force. We must send the message loud and clear, we are not to be fooled with and those who try will pay the price.” Mastus nods. The two Elves move to a larger table to begin planning the attack on the caravan. A young woman enters, “What’s going on?” Anna heads for the table. Zariel perks up glancing to her, “Mastus has uncovered some information. We shall use it to deliver the first blow from our side.” A hesitation hangs in the air. The gleam in the young Elf’s eyes is a new one. The decision is final and the stage has been set.

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The rain fell down in scattered needles, over the dead wasteland. Bones pertruding from the ground, between two massive tusks or ribs of a giant; stood Zariel Novalight. The air rippled and bent as an elf teleported to existance, she gently landed on her feet. Dark hair covering her face. A troll losing his step slides down the rock hill on his backside. Rocks and smoke rolling before him. He lands and stands rubbing his rump. A tauren and another elf aproach over the horizon. Zariel nods, "Lets move out."


They begin walking, buzzards circling looking for any meat on the garden of skeletons of varius creatures. "Our enemy is moving a convoy containing an item. We need ot retrieve it. The path is up ahead we will cut it off by sending two in front to stop, two behind it to prevent its retreat and I will attack it head on." He looks around as the others march with him. "Any questions?" They all shake their heads. "None." The tauren says. They climb into position and stop the Convoy, without warning the elf mercenary pulls his bow and fires an arrow into the head of the carravan driver. The arrow sinks through his head, leaving the end to bud from his forehead. The elf's body slumps over, falling off his seat. The elves inside the Caravan step out and the battle begins.

The Tauren's body begins to glow as it morphs and pops, it's bones constrict as it turns into a beast resembling a leopard. It runs towards one of the elves ripping out it's throat. Zariel splits into several coppies and begins firing bolts of arcane at the elves. Reigen, adds more distraction by firing a few ice lances at them. The elves appear to be more than travelers as they dodge and deflect the incoming arcane. A troll begins dancing in the rain, chanting with blood on his staff. He proceeds to a ritual stabbing a doll in the chest grinning savagely. A wounded elf clutches his heart in the rain screaming to the sky and collapses.

The battle rages on, Zariel looks around arcane lightning sparking over his body. He aims a palm sending a surge to an elf. The elf raises a dome of energy blocking the attack smirking. "Damnit. They're good." He says to himself. Reigen takes a step blinking forward, she extends an arm and begins to conjure arcane Ice before her palm. She rapidly raises a barrier of Ice around her, she deflects incoming fel fire from another elf. The ice shatters as she shakes the excess shards free.

The druid snarls running through clawing and biting at the remaining elves; the elf mercenary slames another elf to the ground breaking his neck. "Help! Master!" The last elf calls out, as Aledis ( the elf who attacked and kidnapped Annabelle ) appears. He fires a bolt of shadow at Zariel. The elf is knocked back and slides to the ground. "Tch.." he grips his chest, and singed tabard. Reigen turns around in the rain, "Zariel!" She blinks infront of him, stoic anger as she inclines her head to Aledis. Her hands smoking with frost. Aledis raised his chin amused.

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The battle was fierce, the elf proving to be able to hold his own against so many opponents, but there were too many opponents and they were ferocious. The elf was beaten into a corner before disappearing into green flame and reappearing behind Zariel. The Nova attempted to turn around as Aledis quickly snatched at Zariel's hood pulling it down, yanking his newly dyed hair with it. Aledis grinned, while wincing disappearing in green smoke. A Demon broke free as Aledis escaped, he proved less cunning than the elf and was killed rather quickly. Zariel approached the caravan, retreaving a black box encased in gold. Inside it was a majestic wand, Zariel removed it surprised. "Reigen, Take a look at this." He exclaimed. "Just a minute" the older elf said while plucking bullets out of the mercenary.

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Once settled they departed to Dalaran through a portal. They walked to the an inn, still weary from battle. They planned to relax, Reigen approached Zariel as he handed her the wand. She looked at it, and became silent as she closely inspected the object. Zariel was then approached by a human that knew his father. One who he told of the skulls long ago. Aroes Blackstone, a human noble wishing to be of assistance. He knew Jidaeo and respected the alliance, Zariel was hesitant as he was just accused of being a traitor. Zariel was surprised that Aroes knew Jidaeo and warmed up if only a little. The two discussed possibilities of working together in the future.

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The elf went to go change into a suit, something presentable. He brushed his lapels and placed on a hat. He went downstairs and mingled with the crowd, while Reigen inspected the item the found. After a few drinks Zariel checks his pocket watch. "If you'll excuse me," He says getting up and heading to the door. He leaves the wand in Reigen's posession, his trusted advisor and cryomancer due to the wands arcane frost nature. He heads to the island on central Kalimdor, off the coast of the Barrens. A place where he was attacked yesterday, with Annabelle. A place he plans on making his base for his new organization. The Dawn of Nova...

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-Lilac eyes, Roses for two lips,
'Belle' a perfect name for Tulips-

A relatively young elf with dyed orange hair lays on a leather couch, his feet perched on the arm rest. He reclines with his eyes closed, his hands resting on his stomach as it rises and falls with his breathing. The feet idly moving as if walking in place, he whistles singing an old song shared by Quel'dorei and Humans hundreds of years old. The young elf takes a drink of water and looks around. "You know Doc, you could really use some ghostpaw fur in here. I'll get you some. Remind me." He says looking around before closing his eyes once more.

The Doctor; an old elf stares to him lifting his glasses. "Zariel, are you alright?" He asks concerned. The elf conjures a biscuit, it smokes in his hand. He takes a bite tearing the soft doughy flesh of the bread. "Myeah mwhy nhot?" he says muffled while chewing, his feet still swinging. "I know it's been some time, young Nova. But you seem....Different." The doctor inquires.

"Oh? How so? I feel..." he pats himself down, holding the biscuit in his mouth. "The same." he says removing it. He looks to the doctor confused. "I have seen you go from relentless hatred for your father, to reluctant acceptance to total acceptance. From bashful, nervous and insecure, to becoming the patriarch of his family. I know you well my boy, and I have vowed to the family to keep whatever you say confidential. Your sanity is -very- important and for a time we thought we lost you..." The doctor speaks, while Zariel listens. "...But now you seem different. Happier." The doctor continues.

"Is....that bad?" Zariel asks unsure.

"No...But what has gotten into you? And What did you do to your hair!?"

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Zariel looks around. "Wh-what!? Nothing!" He says defensive. The old doctor keen to the younger elf's deceit peers at him with burning green eyes behind small glasses. "Zariel Amaru Novalight!" He says in the tone of a parent, not of a confidant. Zariel used to the tone looks up, his ears droop as he frowns. "Promise you won't tell anyone?" he nods asking. The doctor frowns, "Zariel, I couldn't if I wanted to. The family would kill me..."
Zariel looks out the window, a dragon hawk flutters by. He looks to the door, it's closed, and lace curtains lay in front of it. "...I got a girlfriend." he whispers. "WHAAAT?!" The doctor says loudly. "SHHHHH!" Zariel sits up on the couch a finger over his lips.

The doctor clears his throat, pushing down his elven sweater vest. He tries to look uninterested, or interested only in a professional level; until his facial expression perks up. "Is she hot?" the old elf asks. Zariel stares at him for a moment. He then nods his head happily, his hands pantomiming an hour glass shape. The doctor smiles. "Hohohoh! Tell me about her!"

Zariel scoots back to the other arm rest. "She has her own Island!" Zariel says. "Oh!? So she must be royalty, or nobility as well right?" The doctor asks. Zariel leans his head to its left and right a few times ."...Eeeeeh Kinda!" He smirks.

"What's her name?" The doctor asks....

"....Tulip." Zariel smiles.

"Tulip?" The old elf asks suspiciously. "Well? Tell me about her..."

"Well.....One time..."

- 3 days ago -

The frigid wind, nipped at the two as they soared through the sky. The gray clouds blocking the sun's rays to heat the cold ground. A female commandeering a copter, tailing an orange haired elf on a wyvern. The two were looking for an object, and object of great power. The female had been alerted by those in her court, that another object they had been searching for had been found. They required her ability to acquire the object.

"What object?" The doctor interrupts.

"Uhh...Doc. Can I finish?" Zariel asks

The doctor nods, pushing his glasses up by his brim.

The two fly for hours, before landing on a hilltop. The elf told the female to stay as he looked on ahead. He left for fifteen minutes, flying over the area looking for the location that was given to her on the map. When he returned he found ruins he thought the map was pointing to. The human nodded and started up her copter, and the two took to the air. The object was in the possession of a hostile dwarf. They planned to obtain the object diplomatically, yet prepared for a fight. The ruins were remarkable, old architecture barely noticed or seen on Eastern Kingdoms.

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They dismounted on the roof. He grabbed her by the waist and slow fell to the ground below, a stone path covered in ice and snow. They landed softly and walked inside an open room which looked like a cathedral without pews. They walked around memorized by the imagery. Or at least the female was.

"Oh? It sounds wonderful!?" The doctor interrupts again.

"Doc? Really?" Zariel asks rhetorically.

"Well get to the good part!" He says quickly, no longer trying to diagnose his patience's condition.

Zariel nods, oblivious to the doctor's true intention. "That's when I heard -it-"


A voice echoed over the hollow room, snow stirred glistening like crushed glass by their feet. Ice under their feet, as if were made of mirrors. "Ferty-one" Crash. "Ferty-two" Crash. The human and the elf look at each other. "Ferty-Tha-ree" Crash. They began to look around, but couldn't find the voice. "Ferty-fer." They finally spotted their target. A dwarf pirate sitting on a pile of bones tossing skulls into a bigger pile. "Ferty-five..." He says, tossing another one. Crash. The elf and the female nodded at each other as they knew what to do. She began walking on her way downstairs using a ramp. The elf walked to the edge of the balcony and drifted down slowly. He landed in a few inches of snow. The snow covered the ground but was brushed away some places by the wind, revealing the blue-glass like floor below. The dwarf stood up and turned for the elf, a black dwarven [Object] around his neck on a chain. He looks to Zariel. "Oh...Another one eh?" He says picking up his hammer, the stocky dwarf seemingly composed of stone cracks the ice on which he stands. "One of th' white cloaks?" He says.

Zariel shakes his head. "No.. But I need that [Object]."

The female calls out. "Who are you? Why did you kill the others?"

"Because ah felt like it. Ah got this from th' previous owner 'fer ah killed 'em. Just like I'll kill you two."

The human shakes her head. "What a waste."


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The elf smirks, cracking his knuckles. Arcane lightning running through the tips as he spreads them apart to switch hands. He fires arcane lightning at the stone dwarf who stands there unaffected as the arcane surges over him. The dwarf grunts and runs for the female, "Gimmeh a kees lassy!" he marches for her, his stone feet tearing up the ice. He swings the hammer at the female as she jumps back dodging barely. He swings again connecting with her dome of light she raised to protect her self. It shatters and she slides back on the ice. "ANN-

The doctor looks to Zariel, eyebrow arched.

"TULIP!!" The elf says running towards her, he blinks in front of the female snarling at the dwarf. He pulls out a hilt, arcane extends from it in a stem; purple energy swirling like a controlled cyclone. It begins to waver like fire, with a pillar of ice in the middle as the arcane morphs into frostfire. He grunts swinging it at the dwarf as the stone is burnt away, the wound freezing over with a crackling noise. The elf attempts another swing but the dwarf blocks the frostfire with his massive hammer. The two become locked in combat, the elf teleporting out of melee range distracting the dwarf. The female takes this time to grab an [Object] from her satchel. She holds the mysterious item between her hands and closes her eyes. The dwarf stops swinging looking to her instead, the elf notices this and blinks in between them. The dwarf runs throwing the hammer against the elf's chest. He's hit and is sent flying back passed the human, he crashes hard into the ice.

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The female opens her eyes, as the light burns furiously around her. She calls out a holy command as light surges to the dwarf submerging it in an etheral glow. The force knocked the dwarf back, his skin compsed of flesh as he lays in the snow. He grumbles, as the elf staggers to his feet. He stands beside the female, he casts a spell as three copies of himself appear. They run at the dwarf as he staggers to his feet. He dodges the copies as they run at him. Punching one, poof. He kicks another. Poof. The last one begins to cast before it too is punched. Poof. His stone form returns, while his [Object] around his neck glows. He leaps into the air trying to land on the female as she scurries away just in time. The dwarf lands with a crunch, cracking the ice floor. He picks up the hammer and swings it at the elf again. He's hit hard as bones crack, he flies back landing into the snow sending a white mist into the air. The Dwarf raises the hammer high, his stone arms grinding as he brings the hammer down onto the female. It stops inches above her hood as light ripples strongly around her. She still holds the [Object] she aims a palm at him, the light knocks the dwarf back once again.

The elf stumbles out of the snow, he opens a portable hole and reaches inside. The dwarf stagers to his feet and shakes his head. The elf removes a milk white crystal [Object] He closes his eyes, murmuring an incantation to himself. The dwarf catches up to the female and swings the hammer hard, it shatters the dome of light and connects sending her sliding back. The elf stands up angrily, sneering as the [object] floats in front of his stomach as he lets it go to aim his palms at the dwarf. Blue and purple lightning run sporadically around his body, from his feet to his ears. It collects in his hands as he fires at the dwarf. It flies back onto the ground lifeless. His body slowly returns to a fleshtone steaming with smoke. The female walks over to him. She prays and burns the body with golden fire so it may never be used by the scourge. She takes the [Object] from the ground, it was why they came. She turned to the Elf.

"Then what happened?" The doctor asks, on the edge of his chair.

"That's it...I- I mean......That's what happened so....end of the story." Zariel says blinking.

"So you got this...Object?" He asks curiously.

"Yup." Zariel says simply.

"Well.. I'm glad, for many reason." The doctor adds.

"Oh?"

"Yes, you know some of the townsfolk still think you. The Nova, are running with some human harlot defying all kinds of decencies." The old elf nods wiping his fogged up glasses with a silk handkerchief. Zariel freezes, stunned by the words. He thought that he had addressed most of the skepticism during his press conference.

"And now with this banquet coming up, which is a good idea by the way. Everyone will be excited to see, who you bring. I can't wait." The old elf says with a smile so wide and genuine his eyes squint shut. Zariel nods getting out of the chair slowly. "Yeah.. Me either." he says loosing his energy, trying to hid his nervousness and deteriorating confidence.


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