A Ballad In Booty Bay & A Drama In Dalaran [Archived]

[Jacula]

The young blood elf Inuleki had sought himself to the surly goblin port known as Booty bay. The sun glistened over the crystal clear waters, It's rays gently bleaching the sturdy wood from which the port had been constructed. The bay held promise of work to be had and coins to be earned. Rumors of seasoned merchants with stuffed purses and the comforting embrace of rum and women had caught Inuleki's attention, blinded by the delusion that the bay was to be his new home for the time being he had left the security of elven soil. His folly had not been a obvious one at first regretfully. He had forced himself to endure the plight of stealing and exploiting those he deemed fit, determined to show his peers back in Silvermoon that he too was a fearless thief. That he too deserved their acceptance.

At first his feats had been unsuccessful. His nervous mannerism having cost him several opportunities to prove himself. Yet after having spent a few weeks in the bay he had began to feel more comfortable in It's environment, learning It's every twist and turn.

The thefts he indulged himself in soon began to be beneficial. Yet even with his pocket's stuffed with silver he could not escape the guilt of his deeds. He usually went about a robbery by leading his victim off into a secluded area, only to hold them at gun point and demand their valuables for their freedom in return. The far stretching jungle which loomed over the bay proved to be useful for the latter. Inuleki knew that if he was forced to pull the trigger the protective foliage of the jungle would mask the bang and It's fauna would cloak him in his escape.

Regretfully his conscience still tormented him, growing ever worse as he closed his eyes to rest. To dampen his guilt he would remind himself of home, of the unbearable ridicule and shunning he received in murder row. He was determined to return clad in fine silken threads, with his pockets stuffed with coins and jewelry. Only they would they accept him. Only then would he belong. Little did he know what he was getting himself into.

What would be a destructive spiral downwards began as Inuleki had foolishly attempted to rob a tauren by the name of Awak. He had lead him into the jungle outskirts of Booty bay where he had counted on that while looking down the barrel of a rifle the massive tauren would be frightened, regretfully this was not so. Inuleki had been subdued quickly, in turn he had attempted to reason with Awak, yet his anger seemingly knew no bounds. Luckily being a bounty hunter and a slaver, the tauren's anger transcended into a opportunistic mind-set. Selling Inuleki as a slave would surely bring him greater joy than killing him on the spot.

While battered and rendered unable to fight back two trolls had came between Awak and his prey. As he was left face down and disoriented from the vicious beating he had received Inuleki was unable to follow the conversation between the trolls and Tauren. Awak's imposing traits became evident as he threatened the trolls, causing one of them to flee submissively. However, the one remaining would not let herself be intimidated. Leeva stood toe to toe with Awak, demanding Inuleki's freedom. The bounty hunters stance in the matter was clear however, and soon enough the argument transcended into a gruesome battle.
Leeva fought valiantly, yet Awak's superior strength proved to be too much for the troll to handle. She too was subdued with the intent to be sold as a slave, and so it was that Awak cuffed his prisoners and began to lead them through the jungle. Fright filled Inuleki's heart as he began to realize what awaited him. Luckily he had managed to pick the crude lock of his cuffs when the tauren's watchfulness had wavered, and when the right moment had presented itself he fled into the thick fauna of the jungle.

As he had returned to the bay Inuleki wanted nothing more than but to rest and reflect over his failure, his already battered body having grown weak from the straining walk. Yet his ever tormenting conscience soon reminded itself. Leeva had risked her own life to save his, leaving the fact that she was a troll overlooked by the guilt that had washed over him. The very same guilt caused the young elf to seek himself to the local tavern where he managed to rally a few fellow Sin'dorei who where to free Leeva from Awak's grasp. Without rest or further reflection Inuleki lead the group into the depth of the treacherous jungle in search of Awak and his prisoner. Little did he know that his guilty conscience would put him in a horrid predicament..

[Jacula]

Inuleki had sought himself back to Booty bay, craving rest and reflection over the days events. Leeva's fate was unknown to him, yet he took comfort in that he had done what he could. He made his way to the local tavern, dragging his feet from exhaustion.

He used the silver he had earned to order himself a warm meal and a mug of ale. Inuleki had only just recently discovered the effects of alcohol, he found that it dampened his nervous mannerism and soothed his guilty conscience. To him the cooked slab of meat he was served was fit for a king. For him to sink his teeth into a warm meal was a irregular occurrence.

He ate and drank greedily before buying himself a room for the night. He locked the door firmly before carefully laying down to rest his battered bones, drifting away to the cheerful chants and songs of the other patrons below.

Inuleki awoke the next day after a troubled sleep. He had been dreaming of Leeva throughout the night, wondering if she had been freed by the paladins he had lead to Gurubashi arena. After rubbing his eyes and stretching out he decided that he had to venture back to the arena. His conscience having tormented him in his sleep. If only he had stayed in bed..

The sun stood at It's peak as he dragged his feet down the bay's walk-way. Gulls could be seen soaring high above the masts of the ships docked in the harbor, a salty breeze from the sea seeking It's way through the bay's twists and turns. As he passed a patrol of bruisers a familiar face made itself known. Harlech's skin had a sickly tint to it, the outlines of his yellowed bones visible through his thin shirt.

Inuleki instantly adverted his gaze from the forsaken, having recognized him from their encounter in Silvermoon a few weeks back. He had found Harlech wandering down murder row and robbed him, a feat which had earned him a handsome sum of gold and a precious ring. Regretfully he had shot the forsaken in the thigh by accident. A feat which he regretted terribly. Thankfully he knew that Harlech wouldn't recognize him, being as he had been masked at the time. He swallowed hard as he though back on their encounter in murder row.

As the forsaken man had stopped to admire the statue of Kael'thas Sunstrider which stood erect in the end of the row Inuleki approached. Raising the rifle itself proved more difficult than he had expected given the uncontrollable twitches rushing down his arms and the pounding within his chest. The robbery itself went faster than he could fathom, the forsaken man was quick to hand over his purse and a ring which had dangled from his neck in a chain.

Regretfully Inuleki's inexperience became evident as he left the barrel of his rifle too close to his victim, the forsaken was quick to knock the barrel out of the way and dash towards the nearest path of escape. In the midst of the chaos Inuleki accidentally pulled the trigger, a loud bang exuded from the rifle. Followed by a painful recoil which rushed up his arm.

Having drifted off into his imagination Inuleki accidentally bumped into a human by passer, he excused himself with a quick "Sorry" and stepped aside. Regretfully Harlech had overheard his voice, the forsaken man began to approach. He called out for Inuleki upon which the young elf began to walk faster, as if to flee.

Soon enough Harlech began to follow Inuleki, which transcended into a full scale pursuit. The young elf ran as fast as his legs could carry him, hoping that the thick fauna of the jungle would aid him in his escape. Regretfully the forsaken was faster than he had expected.

What Inuleki had planned to be a day consisting of a visit to the Gurubashi arena had turned into something else. He found himself pinned down by Harlech, and things where only about to get worse. Another forsaken by the name of Gremzi encountered the two as they faced off verbally.

Inuleki had earlier attempted to fool Gremzi with the intent of robbing him, as a pirate he had not taken the elf's betrayal lightly. The two forsaken where quit to side with each other, leaving Inuleki at their mercy.

A chaotic downward spiral began from there. The two forsaken bound Inuleki's hands and made off with him down the path, seemingly with the intent of selling him as a slave at the very place which he had intended to visit.

Thankfully a scouting party of savage trolls forced to them off the path, into the practically unnavigable jungle. The forsaken argued among themselves, Harlech seemingly more of a forgiving and noble nature than Gremzi. What appeared to be a welcomed hint of luck for Inuleki was soon to transcend into complete and utter chaos.

While the forsaken argued Leeva happened to stumble over the trio in a surprising twist of fate. Inuleki was unaware that she had been bought and freed by the fellow troll Jurzak the day before after he had sought himself back to Booty bay. She sided with him against the forsaken and demanded his freedom once again.

The unexpected happenings which followed left Inuleki's mind blurred and disillusioned. Several others gathered and followed the back and forth argument. Suddenly the bounty hunter Awak had been drawn to the crowd as well.

Given the tension which soon consumed the crowd a full scale skirmish broke out. Inuleki was hit to the ground by Awak, the tauren seemingly determined to claim what had slipped away from him.

Leeva fought valiantly alongside the draenei Elina and many others. And soon enough Awak found himself with bigger problems that Inuleki. The young elf staggered to his feet and attempted to run into the jungle. The deafening clash of blades and roars of battle rising to the sky.

As he was about to make his escape a tauren by the name of Ahote blocked his path. He had no doubt observed what chaos had broken out on account of the elf. Yet even given the circumstances his demeanor was a friendly one. He protected Inuleki and lead him away from the skirmish, the questions he asked did not seem strange at the time. Yet soon enough they would prove to make the difference between life or death itself.

It would come to show that Ahote worked for the Steamwheedle cartel. A drug oriented establishment which held the reins of Booty bay in an iron grip. Inuleki had not heard of them at the time, and answered Ahote's questions to the best of his abilities, the tauren was particularly interested in if he had worked for any of the cartels rivals.

Foolishly enough Inuleki admitted to have consorted with the Bayside flower company, a seemingly small organization which where bent on selling herb within the bay. This came to be as he had upon his arrival to the bay had come across a human named Edorann, whom he had gotten off on the wrong terms with.

Edorann seemed to despise the Sin'dorei. He had proclaimed himself protector of the bay from what Inuleki knew. He had witnessed as the young elf had stalked a person down the bays walkway, and had been harassing him ever since.

Their dispute had eventually come to blows as Edorann confronted him alongside the human Annabelle concerning his his anti-social and allegedly criminal ways. Edorann had beaten him badly as if to teach him a lesson, he had then strangely enough offered Inuleki to work for him.

Having been to frightened to have him as an enemy the young elf had accepted his offer. Thus originated the little knowledge he had of the Bayside flower company.

Ahote was bound by cartel law, although reluctant he decided to bring Inuleki in for questioning. The elf was uncooperative, yet he had no chance of fighting back. By the end of the day Inuleki had been imprisoned in the brig of a docked ship which belonged to the cartel, stuffed into a small cage which would become his home for days to come. The week ahead would contain torment and suffering beyond what he could have ever imagined..

[Jacula]

Ahote was bound by cartel law, although reluctant he decided to bring Inuleki in for questioning. The elf was uncooperative, yet he had no chance of fighting back. By the end of the day Inuleki had been imprisoned in the brig of a docked ship which belonged to the cartel, stuffed into a small cage which would become his personal hell. The week ahead would contain torment and suffering beyond what he could have ever imagined..

The cage was just big enough for Inuleki to be able to sit down with his back leaned against the bars. Ahote had left him there in the supervision of two goblin bruisers without saying where he was going. Wary and frightened the small elf wrapped his arms around his legs and reflected over what had got him into his unlikely predicament.

Inuleki had since his childhood had anti-social tendencies, which had resulted in a life of crime. Ranging from petty to more serious feats. However, he had never been imprisoned before. He had heard frightening tales from his older peers in Silvermoon, little did he know that the suffering which awaited him far exceeded any tale or ballad.

About half an hour passed before Ahote made his way below deck again, a short although stocky bruiser hobbled towards the brig in front of him with a rather large ring of keys in his hand. The troll Leeva and the draenei Ventus followed close behind.

To Inuleki's confusion the two latter where caged up next to him. He had not been present as Awak had captured Leeva again, as well as Elina after the violent skirmish in the jungle outside the bay. The bounty hunter had made his way back into the bay where he had sold them both to the slavers present.

However, Ventus had unselfishly enough offered to take Elina's place as a slave, after having revealed his skill set and standing with the light his offer had been accepted. And so it came to be that Inuleki, Leeva and Ventus had been imprisoned in the cartel's ship brig, for entirely different reasons.

Frightened by the predicament he found himself in Inuleki tried to converse with his fellow captives, regretfully Leeva's impression of the young elf had changed. She blamed him for her own imprisonment and turned to Ventus with the intent of ignoring him.

Confused and hurt from her comments Inuleki cowered in his cage and refrained from speaking. Ahote soon returned, and surprisingly enough Leeva and Ventus was freed. Apparently the tauren had bought them both as slaves, leaving only Inuleki remaining in the brig of the ship.

As time passed his body began to grow more stiff and strained from the lack of movement one was allowed in the cage. What seemed like hours passed before Ahote returned to interrogate Inuleki. The young elf having grown increasingly wary and frightened.

The tauren inquired about the intricacies of the Bayside flower company, yet seeing as Inuleki's knowledge was limited he could only tell him the little he knew. That being Edorann's and Annabelle's names, the house in the bay where the allegedly operated from, as well as the name of It's leader, which Edorann had referred to simply as "Gat".

Ahote had listened intently of what Inuleki had to say, yet as the young elf seized to speak given his lacking knowledge there was no release to be had. The tauren claimed that he had no say in the matter and left Inuleki in his cage over the night.

The notion that he was in bigger trouble than he had at first though soon became a reality. The brig's crude wooden floor was unpleasant to sit on, It's ambiance as a whole a frightening one. One could overhear the screeching of the massive beams which served as the ships frame, as if the wood groaned every time the smallest of waves caressed It's length.

There was little sleep to be had the first night. Inuleki awoke to the sound of gulls chattering loudly while soaring around the mast of what had become his prison. His throat had grown dry under the night, his stomach craving nourishment. Sadly, there was none to be had as he awaited Ahote's return.

After a few hours the tauren returned. The waiting having grown at the brink of torturous for Inuleki. Sadly the intent of his visit was not to release him. Ahote assured him that everything was going to be alright as soon as the cartel had been given the information they wanted. A claim which brought confusion to Inuleki's mind given that he had told them everything he knew on the first day.

Little did he know that they suspected him to be far more knowledgeable than what he was in reality. Another Sin'dorei who went by the name Taelyn came to interrogate him, as if the cartel though that the answers given would be different.

Soon enough Inuleki began to realize that he was not being released anytime soon. Taelyn having referred to him as pathetic, taunting him as he suffered in the small cage which would come to be a device of torture under the coming days.

Inuleki was fed small amounts of bread and water, as if the lacking nourishment would motivate him to spill everything he knew about the Bayside flower company, regretfully and to his captors disbelief he already had on the very first day.

The delusion that the bars of his cage was closing in on him became a reality as times passed. Each hour which went by feeling like an eternity in Inuleki's mind, those during the cold night being the worst to cope with.

The screeching noise of the ships wooden frame would come to remind him of the invasion of Silvermoon. He had been all alone in the midst of chaos, watching as his kin was brutally slaughtered. The streets had run red with blood that day, the maimed corpses of friend and foe alike having littered the streets in morbid heaps and mounds.

Inuleki has fled into the ruins of the city's remains, hiding as torturous screams had risen to the skies. The young boy had retreated deep within his own mind to survive, but as the screeching of the ships frame reminded him all those blocked out feelings surfaced.

Inuleki cried and screamed throughout the night, his stay in the cage growing increasingly unbearable. The haunting memories reminding themselves over and over, ripping away at his already fragile mind.

The invasion of Silvermoon might have taken place a long time ago, but It had scarred his heart deeply. Much as it had left a path of destruction slanting over the length of Eversong woods and crushed the elven walls which had kept him safe from the world outside. The dead scar was an abomination time couldn't heal, as was the one in his heart.

Soon enough the days and hours spent in cage blurred. The ever darkened light of the brig leaving him unable to know if it was day or night. Ahote visited now and then to feed him small portions of bread, yet the tauren's words rung hollow in Inuleki's mind. Everything was not going to be alright.

He found himself spending most of his time fidgeting a small pouch which held three pearls inside. They had been given to him by Ophiria, a elven girl he had met in Silvermoon months ago. He had been extremely nervous around her at first, but as they had spent more time together he had grown increasingly comfortable in her company.

They had explored the depth of Eversong woods together, and she would always be kind and treat him well. The pearls had been collected in the clear waters of a lake in Eversong's outskirts, Ophiria had sent them to him by letter. Once reflecting over their time together Inuleki realized that it had been the most joyous part of his life.

In truth Inuleki loved Ophiria, the thought of her kind words and company serving as the only force which fought back the torturous reality he found himself in. Several days had passed, and Inuleki grew ever weaker from dehydration and the anguish which consumed his mind. Would he ever see Ophiria again?

On an early afternoon a female human had sought herself to the brig where Inuleki sat caged. She was clad in a finely tailored suit and wore a exquisite hat. She introduced herself as Ms.Josie and her mannerism was very kind, understanding and empathic.

She made a good impression on Inuleki, she being the only person having come to visit him for what seemed like an eternity. In many ways Joselyn reminded him of what his mother used to be like before her tragic passing. Always kind, warm and forgiving. Serving as a hopeful light in the harsh reality he found himself in.

Yet soon enough he would come to realize that a cruelty within Joselyn was obscured by her soothing voice and warm smile. A hint soon became visible after another disappointing interrogation.

Joselyn's interests where much as Ahote's with the cartel, the weakened and malnourished state of the young elf seemingly taking second place. Whatever hope she had created within Inuleki was soon to be replaced by malign hatred.

He continued to disappoint the cartel with his lacking knowledge of It's rivals. They seem to have grown to believe that he was the key to their dominance over the bay. As much as he tried to convince himself that he would be free, his mind and body grew ever fragile.

An unexpected twist of events finally pushed Inuleki over the edge. The cartel had located Ophiria who had unfortunately heard of Inuleki's imprisonment through the rumors which circulated within the bay. In the company of Ahote and Taelyn she was escorted to the ship.

She had cried as she witnessed Inuleki in his weakened state, and so had the young elf as he looked upon her. They had only been given seconds before Ahote dragged her away again, Joselyn watching the scene seemingly untouched by It's sad context.

The message was clear. Inuleki realized that he was no longer alone at the mercy of the cartel. He would not be able to live with himself if they where to hurt Ophiria because of him. And as Joselyn transcended into anything but the caring mother figure he had originally though her to be with claims that they would torture him, he finally snapped.

He reflected over what agony awaited him and he realized that he wanted none of it. He knew that they would have no reason to hurt Ophiria if he was gone. Joselyn had left him with a glass in his cage, if she had forgot to remove it or left it willingly was unknown to him. But by crushing it against the floor with the little strength he had left him with several pieces of decent sized shards.

He debated his predicament inside his head throughout the night. Mentally crippled from the cruel treatment he had received, and the alleged torture which awaited. After a long, sleepless night his blood-shot eyes where forced to look upon Joselyn again. She had returned and spoke of the torturer which was soon to arrive.

Inuleki fidgeted the glass shard behind his back, his eyes tearing up as he realized what awaited him. As another human who went by the name Kyle made his way down the stairs and towards the brig he decided that it would be for the best. With closed eyes and his last thoughts consumed by Ophiria and the joy she had given him Inuleki dug the shard into his forearm.

Blood began to gush from the wound as he dug the shard as deep as he could, carving down his arms length before stopping just above the wrist. He could feel the shard's tip scrape against the bone as he did. The pain was almost unbearable, but given the swift blood loss he soon began to drift away.

The pain faded before his body grew completely numb, blood gushed from his arm and onto the crude wooden floor. Seeping through the cracks of the floorboards. With his last ounce of strength he managed to whisper, as if to reassure himself. "I'm g-going.. Home'

Inuleki could only remember fragments of what happened next. Joselyn and Kyle had dragged him out of the cage and stitched his arm to stop the bleeding. They had given him some sort of stimulant to bring him back as they had bound him to a chair. They had tried to interrogate him after forcefully feeding him given his malnourished state. Sadly the elf where in no shape to answer any questions.

Inuleki swayed back and forth from conscious and unconsciousness. Kyle had pointed out that not even the prisoners in the stockades used to be in such bad shape. He remembered throwing up the food they had forced down his throat, then everything turned blank.

Joselyn and Kyle had transported him to a room in the local tavern, laying him down on a bed where he could rest and recover. Two cartel bruisers where stationed outside the keep watch, miraculously Inuleki survived. The small cage having brought him so much mental anguish and suffering that he had lost his will to live.

Joselyn tended to Inuleki while he recovered, bringing him a tray of food three times per day. Sadly the young elf was not the same, as if part of him had died once he had attempted to take his own life. He refused to eat and drink to Joselyn's dismay. For in his mind, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of watching him suffer more than he had to.

The hatred he felt towards Joselyn grew ever stronger. Once having recovered enough strength to stand he had tried to choke her, a previously uncharacteristic act of violence which he began to crave more and more in her presence. Sadly he was too weak, and she had easily pushed him to the floor. After that the hatred seemed to grow mutual between both of them.

Word traveled fast through Booty bay and soon most knew of the elf mysteriously imprisoned in the tavern. There where daily visits of people wanting to talk to Inuleki, but there was only one person he wanted to see. His thoughts where with Ophiria throughout the time he spent in the improvised cell.

After having grown increasingly self-destructive and violent, still refusing to eat and drink Inuleki had attacked Ahote. He had managed to pull one of the tauren's massive daggers from his belt, yet after having realized that whatever he tried to do to the tauren another would simply take his place. He had instead pointed the dagger to himself in another suicide attempt.

Regretfully Ahote had been quick to strike him which such force that he knocked him out cold. Inuleki grew ever weaker after that, and soon enough he did nothing but lie in the bed of the room. Slowly fading away as he felt that his predicament had grown to be completely hopeless.

The amount of time he had been imprisoned was unknown to him, every hour felt like a day, every day felt like a week. A monotonous hell which had no end to it. Yet as he awoke one morning he found two notes laying on the small table next to his bed, he reached for them slowly and began to read.

The letter from Ophiria brought joy to his heart. Yet he didn't have too long to reflect over it as his blood-shot eyes lingered over the smaller one next to it. The smaller note brought confusion to Inuleki's mind. Had the cartel tired of keeping him locked away, had they finally realized that he knew nothing more of use?

With nothing to lose Inuleki followed the notes instructions. And sure enough it sat an act in motion. Joselyn had entered the room and placed two fingers on his neck, there was clearly a pulse. Still she had exclaimed of his demise just loud enough for the bruisers to hear.

A crowd soon gathered outside of the door to observe the spectacle. Joselyn requested the aid of a Sin'dorei paladin named Velina who helped carry Inuleki through the bay to the cartel ship where he had had earlier been imprisoned.

Inuleki made sure to remain completely motionless as he was carried, his malnourished body surprisingly light. His breathing too vague to be detected given his poor state. Velina had laid him down carefully on a table inside the ship, the curious crowd having been kept back by bruisers.

As the paladin left Joselyn had clad Inuleki in a black robe, not uttering a word to him as if in fear of revealing the act. The elf Taelyn soon entered the room, he did not seemed surprised by Inuleki's alleged death and helped Joselyn place him in a roomy crate while conversing of other cartel business.

Inuleki struggled to remain completely motionless, frightened as a lid was placed over the crate. Thankfully Joselyn refrained from sealing it. She acquired the help from a draenei named Vadim in carrying the crate into the jungle where it was placed in an already awaiting wagon. Joselyn's intentions was unknown to Inuleki, perhaps she wanted to protect her own name by covering up that she had failed to extract the intended information from the young elf, perhaps she had began to pity him.

Joselyn patted the crate as she exclaimed 'I really hope it makes it safely. No one will be able to see this wagon once it is beyond that hill' she gestured out into the wide stretching jungle before adding 'The jungle is freedom'.

After having tapped the crate the wagon began moving. Inuleki eventually lifted to lid of the crate carefully, seeing nothing but the exotic fauna through the small crack. He was free.

[Jacula]

Joselyn patted the crate as she exclaimed 'I really hope it makes it safely. No one will be able to see this wagon once it is beyond that hill' she gestured out into the wide stretching jungle before adding 'The jungle is freedom'.
After she had tapped the crate the wagon began moving. Inuleki eventually lifted to lid of the crate carefully after having waited a while, seeing nothing but the exotic fauna through the small crack. He was free.

Lifting the lid itself proved to be demanding on Inuleki's feeble arms. The goblin driving the wagon eventually began whipping the horses fiercely, as if in a hurry to reach his intended destination.
The crude wooden wheels of the wagon stirred up dust and pebbles as it rolled down the desolate jungle path.
Inuleki rose carefully from the crate, the painful state of his limbs wrecking his fragile frame. The where not a seconds hesitation in his mind as he jumped over the wagons wooden ledge.
His scrawny legs absorbed the impact the best they could, still he tumbled around violently before landing on his back with a loud thud. He turned his head to gaze after the wagon which where now rolling at full speed down the path, the goblin driver oblivious of his escape.
He slowly rose from desolate path, brushing the dust of himself. Weakened by his time in imprisonment he scoured the jungle's fauna, finding a small glade which close to the path.
Inuleki found himself smiling slightly as he threaded upon the glades lush grass, his bare feet soothed by It's moist. He looked into the sky carefully, the gentle rays of the sun caressing his pale cheeks.

He filled his lungs with fresh air, in awe of the beauty surrounding him. In that moment the spectrum of color surrounding him appeared more vivid, each breath air an invigorating joy, each look cast upon the clear sky filling him with hopeful light.
The reality of the situation soon began to sink in, he was finally free. Tears of joy began to seek themselves down Inuleki's cheeks as he fell to his knees given the weakened state of his body.
Yet even with lush grass beneath him and the gentle sun shining bright above, another reality consumed his mind, causing the brief joy he had felt to transcend into agony.
The self inflicted scar upon his arm still ached, the battered state of his weakened body growing increasingly tormenting. He wrapped his arms around himself as the tears of joy transcended into ones of sorrow.
Joselyn's words soon reminded themselves in is mind. The countless hours in the small cage soon followed, the starvation, the dehydration, the torturous existence he had endured. He had wished for death as he had been victimized by the cartel.
As the events reminded themselves Joselyn's cruelty stood out more than the others. Like a vile snake she had lured him into a false sense of security before breaking him down bit by bit.

The notion that she had released him to save her own reputation grew increasingly convincing to Inuleki, the hatred which he felt towards her pounding fiercely within his heart.
If not for the very same hatred the young elf would surely had ended in the glade. And so it was that Inuleki rose to his feet, fueled by a malign emotion.
He wandered aimlessly up down the path which the wagon had taken, searching for any form of encampment where he could rest and recover.
Regretfully, there was none in sight. Many hours of wandering passed before the starvation and dehydration brought Inuleki to his knees. He sought cover under the foliage of a large tree by the side of the road to rest his battered bones, eventually he drifted off into a troubled sleep.
He awoke the following day finding a troll standing over him. Vooran had noticed the young blood elf lying by the side of the road, wary of his well-being he had approached. An exploring gnome by the name Geezle came upon the two as well, offering to aid in the elf's predicament.

Inuleki was wary of the unfamiliar faces, yet soon enough it grew to be the least of his problems. A loud growl could be heard nearby, a panther having sneaked up on the small group. Vooran and Geezle engaged in a fierce battle with the beast, eventually slaying it by with both skill and wit.
A proud human by the name Sindri had sought himself down the road as well, after a while in his presence it became evident that he had a strong distaste for other races. Still he agreed to aid for reasons unknown.
The small group of four soon became to travel through the treacherous jungle, hindered by both savage trolls and bridges which boards had began to rot from the merciless climate of the jungle.
The smallest of the group surprisingly proved to be the fiercest under the journey, the gnome Geezle ended numerous savage trolls with a ferocity that Inuleki had never seen before.
The troll Vooran fought valiantly as well, wielding magic wit of the elements as his primary weapon.
As time passed the group where joined by another human by the name Fillup. Sindri seemed relived to encounter one of his own kin, both of which departed shortly after.

Geezle too decided to depart, leaving only Vooran and Inuleki. The troll protected the yound elf and led him to Grom'gol base camp where he had the chance to indulge in a long needed rest.
Vooran made sure that Inuleki was properly tended to before departing. Never in his life had Inuleki dreamed that he would find himself in an orc encampment, sadly he did not have much time to reflect over the days events before what had grown to be a compulsive trail of thought reminded itself.
As he laid himself to sleep that night dreams of Joselyn and the cruelty he had endured at the cartels hands consumed his mind. He awoke drenched in cold sweat, the hatred within his heart burning fiercely. Part of him had died in that infernal cage, part of him had snapped and become twisted reflection of his past self.
Tormented by the thoughts of past events Inuleki brushed his fingers over the scar which he himself had carved to escape the hell the cartel had put him through. He knew in his heart that if he was to ever find peace again, they had to feel the pain which he himself had endured.

[Jacula]

~Prologue~

"Tormented by the thoughts of past events Inuleki brushed his fingers over the scar which he himself had carved to escape the hell the cartel had put him through. He knew in his heart that if he was to ever find peace again, they had to feel the pain which he himself had endured. He thirsted for revenge against those who had wronged him."

Inuleki stood tall, gazing into the sun which was gently filtered by the silken sashes running from one building to another. His peers stood huddled around him, looking for guidance from the former outcast. His eyes lingered over the gang, which held both big and tall, as well as built and scrawny in their numbers. All of them young and inexperienced.
Inuleki had claimed the reins of the gang as he had returned to Silvermoon weeks ago, brought there by the tauren Ahote. He had attempted to claim revenge against the cartel, the scars they had carved in him during his time in imprisonment running too deep to heal. He had barged into Joselyn's house in Booty bay, nostrils flailing with his rifle in hand. Every fiber in his body had hungered for causing her pain and suffering.

What would had seemed regretful at the time had later grown to be a blessing in disguise. His gun had misfired, and soon enough Ahote had barged in as well. Smothering Inuleki's outbursts of violence in his forceful grasp. The young elf had found himself at the mercy of the cartel once again.
The notion of his death had spread swiftly in the bay, thus to his surprise Joselyn had shown him mercy, whereas Ahote had insisted that he should be killed. Wanting to rid the cartel of any future threat. Joselyn didn't alter her opinion however, and so it was that Ahote brought Inuleki back to Silvermoon. Cloaked in nightfall and the misguided notions of the bay.

The journey was long and treacherous, yet soon enough the two sought themselves down the path of Eversong woods. Entering the glorious gate which held Silvermoon within. Inuleki was perplexed what lengths the cartel had went to in order to get him home, perhaps they had realized the cruelty they had put him through and where looking to repent?
In the midst of his contemplation Ahote inquired where to drop him off, the young elf himself having grown too weak to walk lengthy distances himself. Inuleki then got an idea, and he was swift to strike a deal with the tauren. He dropped him off at murder row, the gang of thief's residing within quickly huddling around them.

Ahote pretended to be employed by Inuleki to impress the thief's. In return the young elf had promised to never set foot in Booty bay again, and most importantly. To never attempt harm upon a member of the cartel.
So it was that Inuleki had earned his peers acceptance, and not only that. His wavering gait to the top of the gang's hierarchy had been eased by his experiences in the bay, and thus he had claimed the reins of the gang.

As Inuleki healed he imparted the others of his feats, their once shunning attitude towards him transcending into awe and respect. A feeling which he grew to treasure greatly. He would come to lead the gang for weeks to come, each day stepping further out of his shell. Nervousness transcending into confidence, fear transcending into courage.

~A Thirst For Greater Feats~

The gang thrived surprisingly under Inuleki's leadership, growing both in strength and numbers. Soon enough however the greed which fueled the thief's began to surface. They had grown to be a force to be reckoned within the row, expanding into other parts of Silvermoon.
They harassed honest merchants and shopkeeper's constantly, demanding ridiculous amount's to fuel their ever growing desire for wealth and power. Through theft, extortion and a long string of robberies they grew to be a thorn in the side of the law. And soon enough their greed struck back at them.

The guards arrested multiple members and sentenced them accordingly, the gang having lost It's relationship with stealth and guile. Having transcended into a gathering of hateful youngsters acting out on society. Wills soon began to clash within the gang itself, pushing them out of the shadows and into the opening. Leaving only a matter of time before everything would crumble.

Inuleki gathered those he trusted and separated them from the rest. He knew that it would only be a matter of time before the guards swept in to deal with the former farce which had now grown to be a infected sore in the eye of the law.
After having gathered the gold they had amongst themselves they went to visit a mage skilled in the arcane, yet desperate enough to offer his services to the young thief's. He told of a great city floating in mid air, bathing in the brilliance of arcane magic. He referred to it as Dalaran, a beacon of magic and home to the Kirin Tor.

The tales of powerful magic and wealthy inhabitants was enough to convince Inuleki that this was where he had to go. The thief's paid the mage all they had, in return he opened a portal which they traveled through with haste.
The breathtaking beauty of the arcane city rendered the gang in awe. Yet soon enough the harsh reality of the situation reminded itself. They had escaped the law in Silvermoon, but in turn they found themselves in unfamiliar surroundings with nothing but the clothes on their back, and only each other to rely on.

They skulked the streets and listened to the rumors which where to be had. Rumors which lead them into the depth of the underbelly, a shady sewage complex which had been referred to by the commoners as the slums.
Once there they encountered a large group of goblins. They inquired over the purpose of the gangs visit and without choice Inuleki offered the goblins their services. They imparted them of who not to cross and who to approach for work, as well as what differed in Dalaran from other cities. Inuleki and his gang would grow to serve them loyally in exchange for protection against the scryer magic and watchful eye of the law.

They did the goblins bidding without question, earning a fair amount themselves from their criminal activity. They specialized in breaking into shops after the intrusion of night, stealing everything they could get their hands on. Only to pawn the items on the black market.
The gang might not had been the most experienced nor intimidating, yet through the simple reality that they had nothing to lose they made their path. Soon enough they grew to be established in the underbelly, other thief's turning to them for assignment's which ranged from petty theft to brutal robberies.

In time the greed which had previously been their downfall reminded itself, and after a major unsuccessful break in four members where arrested. They where threatened with years worth of imprisonment as well as deportation back to Silvermoon. Thus, they imparted the guards of everything they knew. Including Inuleki's name, the estimated number of members, as well as their location.

The union of shopkeeper's in Dalaran had simultaneously agreed on a reward which they created for the capture of Inuleki and the scattering of the gang which had grown to be a farce, the assignment attracting the attention of both mercenaries and bounty-hunters.
Word spread quickly and the gang retreated into the depth of the slums, arming themselves to the teeth. Now these dangerous youngsters lurk in the shadows of the underbelly, ready to fight for their lives to avoid imprisonment.

[Jacula]