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Jarod who may have saved the host.”
“Jarod?” Maiev’s tone indicated some disbelief, but when Krasus nodded, she buried that disbelief and tipped her head to the captain. “A simple officer of the city guard playing commander! Fortune was with you this time, brother.”
He simply nodded, his eyes cast to the side.
Rhonin, however, did not let Maiev’s slight pass. “Fortune? Good, common sense, is what it was!”
The priestess shrugged off the incident. “Little brother, you were introducing us…”
“Forgive me! Maiev, the elder mage is Krasus. To his side is the wizard, Rhonin—”
“Such illustrious visitors are welcome in this time,” she interrupted. “May the blessing of Elune be upon you.”
“And this,” the captain continued, “is Malfurion Stormrage, the—”
Maiev’s eyes burned into the druid’s. “Yes…you were known to one of our sisters, Tyrande Whisperwind.”
Considering that Tyrande had become high priestess, albeit for only a short period before her kidnapping, the remark was not one Malfurion found respectful. “Yes, we grew up together.”
“We mourn our loss. I fear her inexperience betrayed her. It would’ve been better for her if her predecessor had chosen one more…seasoned.” There was a subtle implication that Maiev referred to herself.
Biting back his anger, Malfurion said, “There was no fault by her. The battle had spread everywhere. She came to my defense, but was injured. Unconscious. During the chaos that followed, servants of the demons took her.” He met the other priestess’s steely gaze. “And we will get her back.”
Jarod’s sister nodded. “I will pray to Elune that it is so.” She looked to the captain. “I’m glad you weren’t injured too badly, little brother. Now, if you’ll forgive me, I must attend to the other sisters. Marinda’s loss means we must quickly decide on a new leader. She had not yet chosen one herself.” With a bow that extended mostly to Krasus, Maiev ended, “Again, may the blessings of Elune be upon you.”
When she was far away, Rhonin grunted and said, “A cheerful, friendly sort, your sister.”
“She’s very dedicated to the traditional teachings of Elune,” Jarod responded defensively. “She’s always been very serious.”
“One cannot fault her for her dedication,” Krasus remarked. “Providing it does not blind her to the paths taken by others.”
Jarod was saved from further defense of Maiev by Brox’s return. The orc had a satisfied grin on his wide face.
“Good battle! Many deaths to sing of! Many warriors to praise for the blood they’ve spilled! ”
“How lovely,” muttered Rhonin.
“Tauren’re good fighters. Welcome comrades in any war. ” The hulking, green warrior came to a halt, resting his ax on the ground. “ Not as good as orcs … but almost. ”
Krasus eyed the direction of the battle. “ Another temporary reprieve, at best, even with the joining of the other races. This cannot continue. We must turn the tide once and for all! ”
“But that would mean the dragons…” his former protege interjected. “And they don’t dare do anything, not so long as Deathwing has the Demon Soul. ” Rhonin saw no reason to call the black dragon by his original name, Neltharion, anymore.
“No, I fear they dare not. We saw what happened when the blue dragons tried.”
Malfurion frowned. He thought of Tyrande. Nothing could truly be done for her unless the Burning Legion was thwarted and they would need everyone, especially the dragons, to accomplish that. But the dragons could not face the Demon Soul, so that meant—
“Then, we’ve got to take it from the black, ” he suddenly announced.
Even from Brox, ever willing to leap into any battle, the druid received a wide stare. Jarod shook his head in dismay and Rhonin eyed Malfurion as if he had gone completely mad.
Yet, Krasus, after his initial surprise, gave the night elf a speculative look.
“Malfurion is correct,
“Jarod?” Maiev’s tone indicated some disbelief, but when Krasus nodded, she buried that disbelief and tipped her head to the captain. “A simple officer of the city guard playing commander! Fortune was with you this time, brother.”
He simply nodded, his eyes cast to the side.
Rhonin, however, did not let Maiev’s slight pass. “Fortune? Good, common sense, is what it was!”
The priestess shrugged off the incident. “Little brother, you were introducing us…”
“Forgive me! Maiev, the elder mage is Krasus. To his side is the wizard, Rhonin—”
“Such illustrious visitors are welcome in this time,” she interrupted. “May the blessing of Elune be upon you.”
“And this,” the captain continued, “is Malfurion Stormrage, the—”
Maiev’s eyes burned into the druid’s. “Yes…you were known to one of our sisters, Tyrande Whisperwind.”
Considering that Tyrande had become high priestess, albeit for only a short period before her kidnapping, the remark was not one Malfurion found respectful. “Yes, we grew up together.”
“We mourn our loss. I fear her inexperience betrayed her. It would’ve been better for her if her predecessor had chosen one more…seasoned.” There was a subtle implication that Maiev referred to herself.
Biting back his anger, Malfurion said, “There was no fault by her. The battle had spread everywhere. She came to my defense, but was injured. Unconscious. During the chaos that followed, servants of the demons took her.” He met the other priestess’s steely gaze. “And we will get her back.”
Jarod’s sister nodded. “I will pray to Elune that it is so.” She looked to the captain. “I’m glad you weren’t injured too badly, little brother. Now, if you’ll forgive me, I must attend to the other sisters. Marinda’s loss means we must quickly decide on a new leader. She had not yet chosen one herself.” With a bow that extended mostly to Krasus, Maiev ended, “Again, may the blessings of Elune be upon you.”
When she was far away, Rhonin grunted and said, “A cheerful, friendly sort, your sister.”
“She’s very dedicated to the traditional teachings of Elune,” Jarod responded defensively. “She’s always been very serious.”
“One cannot fault her for her dedication,” Krasus remarked. “Providing it does not blind her to the paths taken by others.”
Jarod was saved from further defense of Maiev by Brox’s return. The orc had a satisfied grin on his wide face.
“Good battle! Many deaths to sing of! Many warriors to praise for the blood they’ve spilled! ”
“How lovely,” muttered Rhonin.
“Tauren’re good fighters. Welcome comrades in any war. ” The hulking, green warrior came to a halt, resting his ax on the ground. “ Not as good as orcs … but almost. ”
Krasus eyed the direction of the battle. “ Another temporary reprieve, at best, even with the joining of the other races. This cannot continue. We must turn the tide once and for all! ”
“But that would mean the dragons…” his former protege interjected. “And they don’t dare do anything, not so long as Deathwing has the Demon Soul. ” Rhonin saw no reason to call the black dragon by his original name, Neltharion, anymore.
“No, I fear they dare not. We saw what happened when the blue dragons tried.”
Malfurion frowned. He thought of Tyrande. Nothing could truly be done for her unless the Burning Legion was thwarted and they would need everyone, especially the dragons, to accomplish that. But the dragons could not face the Demon Soul, so that meant—
“Then, we’ve got to take it from the black, ” he suddenly announced.
Even from Brox, ever willing to leap into any battle, the druid received a wide stare. Jarod shook his head in dismay and Rhonin eyed Malfurion as if he had gone completely mad.
Yet, Krasus, after his initial surprise, gave the night elf a speculative look.
“Malfurion is correct,
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