01-02-2011, 11:40 AM
Daughter of the Stormcrow [Assassin prestige]
The Bearer of Good News
The Bearer of Good News
[For the Kenafaise. If anyone would like to contest this training, I can send them a screencap of the training plan I PMed the mods, and the subsequent approval of it.]
Spoiler:
It was almost dawn.
Mist drifted from the water in the Darnassus channels, warming the air it passed through. The stars were fading overhead; one by one. Kenarith Stormshroud, the diminutive rogue, happened to be lying on the edge of one mahogany-colored bridge, trailing her hand in the water and watching the stars disappear. It came as a particular disappointment when she noticed that the Maiev constellation, and the deformed, headless demon-shaped constellation she had earlier coined 'Illidan' were both gone. She turned on her side to face the water, curling her legs up against her chest. One ear was flattened against the curving wood, but she didn't really notice. She was well on her way to an undeserved nap.
That is, until she realized someone was shaking her shoulder.
"Hey! Stop that. I'll move to the inn, but you have to let me get up first."
Kenarith rubbed one eye and stretched out again, peering up with her other eye at the person who had woken her.
He was far taller than her - but, to be fair, any other Kal'dorei could have said the same thing. This one in particular had a solemn, silver-eyed and long face which was smirking uncharacteristically at the moment, a blueish cast to his skin and long, dark-blue hair in a horsetail. One ear was pierced with a couple of rings at the top, and he kept flicking it back as if the weight bothered him. The bags and packets all over his belt seemed like something a merchant would have for money-carrying - but to Kenarith, who had similar gear, they were one of the surest signs of a rogue. He offered a hand to Kenarith, who had flipped over and was staring up at him with huge eyes by now.
"...Kethel? What're you doing in Darnassus? I thought you hated it."
"Well.. it's not really my kind of place, but I don't hate it. Besides, I don't think any elf is capable of hating a place so glittery. And purple." He drew his hand back as Kenarith stood up, ruffling her hair with her hands until all the leafy bits and twigs fell out. True to form, he was easily a foot taller.
"Fair enough. So, purpose? I'd thought you'd be too skittery to enter a main city. ..It must be something really good, huh?"
"It is. Well, it was. You recall how you kept on waiting in Stranglethorn Vale for a new notification? You've got one. It was sent out a few months ago. It took this long just to catch up with you." Upon hearing that, Kenarith quite literally squeaked with excitement. Kethel chuckled and continued. "Something about the work you've done caught Their eye. You've been summoned for further training." This was met with stunned silence. Kenarith gave Kethel a Look.
"Let's go talk somewhere more private. I need to ask you a few things."
"Of course."
Kenarith made a gesture to the north, across several of the bridges and beyond the Cenarion Enclave. The mist was still pouring out of the water, and was broken only infrequently by passing elves who were out 'late'. One resident maple Ancient stood with his eyes closed next to the greatest Cenarion tower. A few wisps spiraled around his limbs, sometimes breaking off and chasing one another like territorial birds. He opened one wild honey-colored eye as Kenarith and Kethel walked past.
Late for young Kal'dorei to be out walking. May you tread lightly, and speak wisely, little ones. He closed the eye again, leaving both elves watching him in reverent silence. They continued, off the beaten path and over the springy green-and-purple turf. Once they were out of sight, Kenarith turned a couple of handsprings, then launched herself back up onto her feet and raced on. She was grinning. Kethel followed until they stood at the farthest point from Darnassus. The growing light was warped by the two rogues, who stood in indistinguishable forms
"No documents, right?" Kenarith asked Kethel. He nodded.
"No documents; just me relaying the information. Like we say, and I quote: 'The longer one's tail is, the more likely it is that someone will catch it.' And I.. think that answered the other question you were going to ask too."
"-About identity? I'm not concerned." She folded her arms, looking smug in return. "Since you're acting like usual. If you were an obvious fake, you'd act different. If you were a thorough fake, you'd've followed the real Kethel around until you had the act down - and, by the way, I don't think anyone could succeed in following a real Kethel around without dying of poisoning within the hour."
"I'll take the compliment, but the point you made can stay with you. Anyhow, if you've got any business here, I suggest you wrap it up so we can be off as soon as possible. You can sleep on the ship."
"Wait, we? You're coming with me?"
"Not technically. I have no assignments in the area, and I need to head back to the same place you're going to get some. It'll be cheaper if we travel together. Besides, I want to see how you do."
"All right.. I have to write a letter first. Go down to Rut'theran Village or something. I'll meet you there soon."
"See you." Kethel dissolved the stealth, and walked away across the springy terrain. He kept looking around appreciatively, taking in the sights, smells and sounds of the elven home city. Once he left, Kenarith made for the southeast, going to the Craftsman's Terrace. The inn she stopped at was quiet and mostly occupied with sleeping elves, and the occasional Draenei and human. She tiptoed in, noting with a twinkle of her eyes and a snicker that one tall Draenei had stuck his hooves over the the footboard of his bed just to fit into the rest of it.
This is so.. weird.
All right.
..I bet you she'd like some really, really good metal for smithing with.
Kenarith found a sheet of paper in her writing case, and dusted off the floor before kneeling and using it as a writing surface. With one of her treasured inscription pens and her favorite dark-green ink, she wrote her letter, and left it tucked next to the one she cared about.
Two ship rides, one Tram ride, one gryphon ride, and a very long hike later, Kenarith stood in front of one of her superiors, whom she knew would become her trainer.
The tall, stern-faced woman gestured for Kenarith to sit down in the chair opposite her. This nook in Ravenholdt was quiet, and easy to secure. Even so, the rogue was still tense. She nodded without a word and sat down, edging into the seat of her chair to rest her back.
"So. 'Third Head', is it? I've heard of some of your jobs." The superior offered a hand for Kenarith to shake. She did so very hesitantly, watching the other.
"Yes, that's right. I was told by an associate that I was going to be recalled and trained?" A rather unpleasant-looking smile crept over the woman's face as soon as Kenarith said that. The shade of the nook pressed in on them. Kenarith noticed with an uncomfortable, queasy feeling that the woman's eyes were bright, almost glowing amber. A color which, while common on Night Elves, had a different meaning entirely for humans.
"Correct. I was the one who requested that recall. There's more of a use for non-human agents those days, as you might have noticed." She paused. "My name is Chrysaetos. I'm the one who'll be training you. ...But first of all, there's something you have to do to prove your worth. So listen closely...."
Mist drifted from the water in the Darnassus channels, warming the air it passed through. The stars were fading overhead; one by one. Kenarith Stormshroud, the diminutive rogue, happened to be lying on the edge of one mahogany-colored bridge, trailing her hand in the water and watching the stars disappear. It came as a particular disappointment when she noticed that the Maiev constellation, and the deformed, headless demon-shaped constellation she had earlier coined 'Illidan' were both gone. She turned on her side to face the water, curling her legs up against her chest. One ear was flattened against the curving wood, but she didn't really notice. She was well on her way to an undeserved nap.
That is, until she realized someone was shaking her shoulder.
"Hey! Stop that. I'll move to the inn, but you have to let me get up first."
Kenarith rubbed one eye and stretched out again, peering up with her other eye at the person who had woken her.
He was far taller than her - but, to be fair, any other Kal'dorei could have said the same thing. This one in particular had a solemn, silver-eyed and long face which was smirking uncharacteristically at the moment, a blueish cast to his skin and long, dark-blue hair in a horsetail. One ear was pierced with a couple of rings at the top, and he kept flicking it back as if the weight bothered him. The bags and packets all over his belt seemed like something a merchant would have for money-carrying - but to Kenarith, who had similar gear, they were one of the surest signs of a rogue. He offered a hand to Kenarith, who had flipped over and was staring up at him with huge eyes by now.
"...Kethel? What're you doing in Darnassus? I thought you hated it."
"Well.. it's not really my kind of place, but I don't hate it. Besides, I don't think any elf is capable of hating a place so glittery. And purple." He drew his hand back as Kenarith stood up, ruffling her hair with her hands until all the leafy bits and twigs fell out. True to form, he was easily a foot taller.
"Fair enough. So, purpose? I'd thought you'd be too skittery to enter a main city. ..It must be something really good, huh?"
"It is. Well, it was. You recall how you kept on waiting in Stranglethorn Vale for a new notification? You've got one. It was sent out a few months ago. It took this long just to catch up with you." Upon hearing that, Kenarith quite literally squeaked with excitement. Kethel chuckled and continued. "Something about the work you've done caught Their eye. You've been summoned for further training." This was met with stunned silence. Kenarith gave Kethel a Look.
"Let's go talk somewhere more private. I need to ask you a few things."
"Of course."
Kenarith made a gesture to the north, across several of the bridges and beyond the Cenarion Enclave. The mist was still pouring out of the water, and was broken only infrequently by passing elves who were out 'late'. One resident maple Ancient stood with his eyes closed next to the greatest Cenarion tower. A few wisps spiraled around his limbs, sometimes breaking off and chasing one another like territorial birds. He opened one wild honey-colored eye as Kenarith and Kethel walked past.
Late for young Kal'dorei to be out walking. May you tread lightly, and speak wisely, little ones. He closed the eye again, leaving both elves watching him in reverent silence. They continued, off the beaten path and over the springy green-and-purple turf. Once they were out of sight, Kenarith turned a couple of handsprings, then launched herself back up onto her feet and raced on. She was grinning. Kethel followed until they stood at the farthest point from Darnassus. The growing light was warped by the two rogues, who stood in indistinguishable forms
"No documents, right?" Kenarith asked Kethel. He nodded.
"No documents; just me relaying the information. Like we say, and I quote: 'The longer one's tail is, the more likely it is that someone will catch it.' And I.. think that answered the other question you were going to ask too."
"-About identity? I'm not concerned." She folded her arms, looking smug in return. "Since you're acting like usual. If you were an obvious fake, you'd act different. If you were a thorough fake, you'd've followed the real Kethel around until you had the act down - and, by the way, I don't think anyone could succeed in following a real Kethel around without dying of poisoning within the hour."
"I'll take the compliment, but the point you made can stay with you. Anyhow, if you've got any business here, I suggest you wrap it up so we can be off as soon as possible. You can sleep on the ship."
"Wait, we? You're coming with me?"
"Not technically. I have no assignments in the area, and I need to head back to the same place you're going to get some. It'll be cheaper if we travel together. Besides, I want to see how you do."
"All right.. I have to write a letter first. Go down to Rut'theran Village or something. I'll meet you there soon."
"See you." Kethel dissolved the stealth, and walked away across the springy terrain. He kept looking around appreciatively, taking in the sights, smells and sounds of the elven home city. Once he left, Kenarith made for the southeast, going to the Craftsman's Terrace. The inn she stopped at was quiet and mostly occupied with sleeping elves, and the occasional Draenei and human. She tiptoed in, noting with a twinkle of her eyes and a snicker that one tall Draenei had stuck his hooves over the the footboard of his bed just to fit into the rest of it.
This is so.. weird.
Since when did I check back with people just to make sure they'd know I was sound?
But this is entirely different.
This is a pretty small sacrifice, having to write a letter. Right? It'd be horrible to just run off like always, without ever saying goodbye.
I still.. feel bad.She deserves better than someone who hides half her life, and is gone half the time. Maybe I could be... a little bit better?
All right.
Sure!
So I'll come back often. Hehe, as if I didn't keep coming over before any of this just to say hello. ..And make sure she was alright.
I could bring back presents! Think she'd like that?
..I bet you she'd like some really, really good metal for smithing with.
Okay then. And maybe a really bad lawbreaker to make her justiceface at?
Kenarith found a sheet of paper in her writing case, and dusted off the floor before kneeling and using it as a writing surface. With one of her treasured inscription pens and her favorite dark-green ink, she wrote her letter, and left it tucked next to the one she cared about.
All right. I'm ready.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Two ship rides, one Tram ride, one gryphon ride, and a very long hike later, Kenarith stood in front of one of her superiors, whom she knew would become her trainer.
The tall, stern-faced woman gestured for Kenarith to sit down in the chair opposite her. This nook in Ravenholdt was quiet, and easy to secure. Even so, the rogue was still tense. She nodded without a word and sat down, edging into the seat of her chair to rest her back.
"So. 'Third Head', is it? I've heard of some of your jobs." The superior offered a hand for Kenarith to shake. She did so very hesitantly, watching the other.
"Yes, that's right. I was told by an associate that I was going to be recalled and trained?" A rather unpleasant-looking smile crept over the woman's face as soon as Kenarith said that. The shade of the nook pressed in on them. Kenarith noticed with an uncomfortable, queasy feeling that the woman's eyes were bright, almost glowing amber. A color which, while common on Night Elves, had a different meaning entirely for humans.
"Correct. I was the one who requested that recall. There's more of a use for non-human agents those days, as you might have noticed." She paused. "My name is Chrysaetos. I'm the one who'll be training you. ...But first of all, there's something you have to do to prove your worth. So listen closely...."