Conquest of the Horde

I kicked a gnome off a ledge. The thought amused Singe as he laid against the doorway of the Booty Bay inn's balcony.

He really had no idea what was going on when, of all races, a troll walked up to him and sucker puched him in punishment for assaulting the poor gnome.

The world's goin' to fel.

As the emerging conflict simmered down by virtue of goblin truncheon-power, Singe had been refused a duel by the troll, seeing as he 'had fireballs'. His human boss in the Aula - one Hebry - had found it a priority to reprimand Singe for his attitude before sitting back with his Blood elven girlfriend that found it necessary to specify over and over how she doesn't date Sin'Dorei and only other races.

You can't rely on trolls to brawl anymore.
You can't rely on humans to even take your side against fellin' trolls anymore.
You can't rely on Sin'Dorei women to have any standards, or avoid sedition charges anymore.
The world's goin' to fel.

At that point, with extreme rage bubbling inside of Singe, the eyepatched human that walked up to Singe, suddenly declaring himself his nemesis was swiftly invited to the jungle duel Singe was desiring. As a massive Pyroblast was being charged while the two were barely standing facing each other, the slice sending him into unconsciousness unexpectedly came. He only felt it as a deaf pressure when the blade was inserted into his eye socket and twisted, and felt nothing really as the man hacked into his chest to retrieve the part of his heart that he would immediately after hand to the troll as soon as he returned to the Bay.

The world's goin' to fel.

Through all this, another Aula colleague and kinsman - one Uthaniel, watched him be murdered. With a shake of the head and mutter of "You're lucky you're Sin'Dorei.", the elf did deliver the lifeless body onto the Aula's headmaster's desk - one Edgar Barlton - former colleague of Singe's from back in the 'Dalaran days'.

Pletious Wrote:The Headmaster was done with his daily rounds of the grounds, shuffling down the winding stairs to where he had set up his office. The Tower was silent, nothing but the scraping of his clawed-toes being heard.

As the corpse reached the bottom of the staircase, he looked over to see a gruesome sight. One of his oldest friends lay, dead, on his desk. Edgar stood there for a few moments in shock before giving a faint grimace. The deader shuffled closer to the scene, mumbling sadly to himself as he went.

How could this have happened?

Who could have done this?

These thoughts swirled around in his mind until he arrived at the front of the desk. He looked down to see he had stepped in a puddle of his friend's blood.

Singerius...

Edgar frowned deeply, tearing his gaze from the puddle to the mangled corpse of Singe. After looking around a bit, making sure the 'coast was clear', the corpse would flick a wrist. Singe would rise from the table, revealing blood smudged papers and documents of many varieties. Edgar cared little of this. He knew what must be done.

The Headmaster draped his cloak over the floating body as he shuffled out of the Tower, Singe floating silently behind.

The Narmolanyas must know.

Now set up in an exquisite ritual chamber within the Narmolanya household, the sown and well prepared body, thanks to the efforts of several well paid apothecaries, the noble House's staff as well as part of the fammily lied in wait.One Mr. Novalight had contacted the Narmolanyas and were promised a competent idividual in the divine arts to come on his behalf and lead the resurrection proceedings for what he deemed as a valuable asset.

The world's goin' to fel.

Kneeling, they bowed their heads into the hum of an ancient chant as they waited for the one known as Drakmian to show.

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Killer: Cervantes
Resurrecting: Drakmian

Physical effects:

-Breathing will need to be assisted by a specially designed mask during the first week.
-Casting will be impossible for the first two weeks.
-Any serious combat wound sustained during the first three weeks will be likely fatal.
-Warmage training will have to be suspended for at least four weeks while recovering.
-Once breathing is normalised, special goggles will have to be worn for about two weeks to assist the regaining of sight in the wouded eye.
-Permanent scarring on the chest and over one eye.

Psychological effects:

-Increased mistrust in humans, trolls, elves that diverge from Sin'Dorei values.
-Irrational hate of anything pirate-like. Yes. Pirate-like.
-Significantly reduced impulsiveness and increased waryness.

It was daytime... Drakmian had received a letter from Mr. Novalight, a family's pledge for the life of their son. Very detailed, as always; Novalight had not forgotten to write the slightest, smallest detail. Every scar, every bleeding wound, all of them explained on the letter, as well as the body's reconstruction process. He approached the house, followed by two Blood Elven priests and knocked at the door. A woman wearing dark red and gold robes, opened the door. She seemed completely devastated as she showed them the way to the deceased's room, where his body was kept.

He was young, you could tell with just looking at it. His hair seemed fragile at touch and he was pale. Deadly pale. One of the halfs of his face was covered with a handkerchief, as an attempt to cover the eye socket; and the rest of the body was covered with blankets.

Are you religious, Ma'am?- The paladin asked, as she shaked her head sideways. The paladin stood directly in front of the deceased, with the priests beside him as he pulled his hood back. He could hear the laments of the family, as well as the little girl trying to get inside the room, asking why didn't her brother wake up yet. Someone behind Drakmian closed the door as he closed his eyes and started muttering words in Thalassian. The priests beside him started praying for the soul of the deceased, as Drakmian attempted to bring back life to the innert corpse laying on that bed. The hands of the healers slowly started shining goldly, as well as their closed eyes.

After some hours of praying, Drakmian approached the corpse slowly, trying not to lose focus. You don't bring back a person from beyond every day, you know?- He would have said. He then placed the main and middle finger of his left on Singe's forehead, while he placed the palm of his right hand onto his chest. He slowly started releasing all the Divine magic he had been charging into his body, as the priests channeled their Divine energies through Drakmian, directed to the corpse. Drained and exausted, the three religious men took a look at the man in the bed. His chest going up and down very slowly, his eye closed. His mother was about to run at the bed to grab Singe, as Drakmian managed to hold her softly.

He is very delicate right now, Malnass will stay here taking care of him as he slowly heals back to health. -Drakmian smiled at his mother as she nodded at him, thanking him for what he had done. Although exhausted, He felt good. He had brought back life to a Brother Sin'Dorei, and happiness to a family.