Sitting at her desk, Alice continues to look through a tome. Sighing, Alice puts the book down and rubs her temples. “I’m getting nowhere with this one. Just another maddened ramblings and ravings of someone too far gone to be coherent, even in their insanity.” Alice looked at the time on her Ethereal Gauntlet. “Hm. The sun’s gone down. Guess I could use my nightly walk. Hopefully Sid will be home when I get back.” Alice stands from her desk and returns the book to her study’s library.
Stepping out into the cool night air, Alice embraces the darkness of the night while the nightly breeze hits her. “What a lovely night.” Alice smiled as she turned, heading towards Old Town. Entering Old Town, the scent of crime, sins, and tobacco smoke hit her. Alice felt a flare of fiery energy inside her as a low growl noise rung out in her being. We should follow the scent of the sins of crime. Punish the criminals with our fire and fury. They deserve to feel the burn of vengeance. Alice shook her head, holding it. She knew this voice, this urge. It was noticeably different from the Void ones. “We can’t do that unless they are actively committing a crime.” Their freedom is a crime. “I can’t just take the law into my own hands like that anymore.” Fine. But the next time they act, the blood will be on your hands. Alice sighed and continued her walk.
Exiting Old Town, Alice nears the Dwarven District, the air became thick with exhaust smoke from the Dwarven machines. “I really hope the Mechagomes can invent ways to clean up the air here. No wonder the Kaldorei refugees try to avoid this area.” Alice continued her walk until a shadow caught her eye. Investigate it. Something’s not right with that scene. As if Alice needed any convincing? Alice followed the shadow to an alleyway. Alright, time to get my game face on. Hopefully it’s just some petty thugs and they get scared off. Being engulfed in her Voidform, Alice stepped into the alleyway. The scent told her it wasn’t thugs, but Alice still thought to hope and quip. “Just turn the purse to the old lady and I won’t break your legs.” After saying this, three robbed figures emerged. Alice knew the robes. “Cultists of N’Zoth. Didn’t you learn anything from your god being defeated?” The cultists remained silent. “Nothing? No proclamation to your fallen god? No usual Cultist rambling? You’re too kind to me.” The three cultists immediately charged Alice after that. Dodging them, Alcie noticed that their magic was significantly weakened, so much so their own physical movements were sloppy. Alice grinned. “Void Withdraws? You folks got the shakes.” Alice then moves to attack them, summoning forth Abyssal Chains that wrap around the figures and flare up with purple flames. The figures screamed in agony before Alice threw them into a pile of crates. They went down so easily. N’Zoth’s influence continues to dwindle. Spotting some ropes, Alice ties the figures up. “Wait here like good defeated Cultists. The nice Guards will be here to get you soon.” Exiting the alleyway, Alcie flagged down the nearest patrolling guard and brought him to the cultists. The guard thanked Alice and said he'd take it from there, calling in some backup to help transport the Cultists.
Exiting the Dwarven District, Alice made her way over to the Cathedral Square. As soon as she stepped on the Holy Ground, the Void inside her burned and hissed. Alcie grit her teeth has the sensation hit her. Why do you continue to venture to this damned place? It hurts us. Even with the corruption seeped into these blessed stones, the Light is overwhelmingly annoying here. Alice grunted. “Maybe I deserve to be hurt like this. Maybe I need to feel some fiery penance myself.” You will see the futility of such self-views in time, Vessel Alice. Alice sighed as she walked through the Cathedral Square. Each step burned. As Alice walked, some Scarlets and Lightforged gave her dirty looks. Ugh. Scarlets. How’d they dupe King Anduin into letting them operate in the city again? If those rumors about them working with Vamyrs to hunt down Void users and Fel users are true, then I’d say they’ve fallen more than Whitemane. Oh well. Long live the Crusade, I guess.
Exiting the Cathedral Square, Alice made her way through the Park, glancing at the memorial to King Varian. About halfway through the Park, Alice stopped to see some refugees. A group of Kaldorei in dirties and worn clothing huddled around a campfire, shivering in the night breeze as the thin furs barely covered them. Alice frowned, saddened to see them in this state. One of them spotted Alice, her glowing silver eyes deprived of hope, full of despair and abandonment. Alice smiled warmly at her and took a seat. “May I?” The Kaldorei nodded. “Be our guest, Ren’dorei.” “Please, call me Alice.” There was a bit of an awkward silence. “I can’t express how sorry I am for your losses. I know it’s not much, but I hope this little bit helps you all.” Alice withdraws a burlap sack from the Void Storage in her gauntlet. Opening the sack, Alice pulled out some apples, cabbage, bread, venison, boar ribs, and some stew for food. Alcie also pulled out some larger and thicker furs for warmth and refreshing mountain spring water for nourishment. The Kaldorei looked at her, hope and warmth returning to their gazes and minds. They thanked her as they dug in. “My girlfriend made most of this. She’s the better cook.” Alice smiled. “It’s the least I can do for you all.”
One Kaldorei, however, scoffed. “We don’t need aid from your kind. ESPECIALLY your kind, former Horde. The Alliance has failed and abandoned us, just as Elune has! Only the Night Warrior will help us. She will lead us to vengeance and glory.” Alice frowned, as did most of the other Kaldorei. “Please sister, do not spurn the aid of others during these times. The kind Miss Alice did not have to do this for us. Please forgive our misguided sister.” Alice nodded. “It’s okay. I understand where she’s coming from. I was in a similar place to her not too long ago. I don’t blame her for her harsh words and viewpoints. I hope she finds it in her to be pulled out of her darkness before it consumes her.” The Refugee smiled. “Thank you, Miss Alice. Please give your mate our thanks for the food.” Alice smiled. “Will do! I’m sure she’ll be overjoyed that you liked her cooking.” Alice looked at the sky. “Speaking of Sidda, I think It’s time I make my way back to her. Have a nice night, you all. I’ll try to bring more supplies soon.” The refugees smiled and thanked Alice. “Elune guide you, Miss Alice.” Alice took one last glance at the brooding refugee, with her back turned to the others, she scoffed from the shadows.
As Alice made her way home, she thought about the refugees, the cultists she found, and the Scarlets. The war may be over, but the hostilities persist. Alice sighed as she reached her door and entered her apartment. The scent of a midnight snack came from the kitchen. Sidda was home. Alice grinned and made her way up to the main bedroom to her lover.
As Jess finished her last class and made her way down into the city, the sun was setting. The sky was a fiery orange that turned to a dark blue as the sun started to vanish behind the horizon and the moon tried to rise. Jess smiled as she made her way back to her apartment, it felt nice being able to sleep in her own room again, now that the Black Empire War was over and Stormwind wasn’t so hectic. Changing into her Priestess Robes, Jess headed back out, rounding the corner at the Canals, Jessica made her way into the Cathedral Square. As Jess made her way to the Cathedral of Light, she passed some Lightforged, exchanging Light’s blessings and smiles. Lightforged are so powerful and strong! I wish I could be strong like them. Making her way up the Cathedral steps, Jessica passed some lounging Scarlets. Kane always told me Scarlets were a bad crowd and not to get involved with them. Alice also warned me of the same things. From things I’ve heard, I can see why they think that. But they can’t all be bad, can’t they? Jessica tried to avoid eye contact, but when one waved and greeted her, she would politely exchange a greeting and wave. Jessica made her way through the Cathedral of Light, down the walkway and to the altar. Kneeling before it, Jessica uttered a prayer to the Light. “Light, grant me the strength to heal the injured, the wisdom to do the right thing, and the guidance to make it through these uncertain times. Please watch over the War Refugees, guide them to a new home and help them find your warmth. Watch over the soldiers as they protect the city and the adventurers setting out into the world of Azeroth.” After her prayer, Jessica stood and looked down the walkway. The Cathedral was still providing shelter and guidance to the refugees. Paladins of the Silver Hand stood along the walkway, chatting about what to do now that the war is over, while some Scarlets brooded in the corner, mumbling discreetly.
“Excuse me, Sister?” A low voice called out to Jessica. The Priestess looked at the man the voice came from. A tall man suited in Silver Hand Templar armor. A flail at his hip with a shield on his back. He was holding onto his arm as though it was injured. “Yes, Sir Knight?” The man smiled warmly at her. “I seem to have banged up my shield arm while sparring with my fellow Knights back there. Would it be alright for you to take a look at it and send me a heal? I’m afraid my healing abilities leave much to be desired.” Jessica smiled, always happy to heal. “Sure! Right this way, sir!” Jessica led the man to a bench and helped him out of his chestplate, shoulderpads, and armguards. The arm was clearly bruised and banged up. It would need healing and rest. Judging by the man’s face, he was just now looking at the damage himself. “Well, I can assure you it will need a heal and some rest. Tell me when the pain is most concentrated.” Jessica placed her hands on the man’s injured arm and applied light pressure, trying to pinpoint the brunt of the damage and focal point of the pain. Through winced expressions, the man guided Jessica’s hands to the focal point. Once finding it, Jessica channeled a Heal spell into the man’s arm. Golden light enveloped Jessica’s hands, spiraling up her arm, and making her golden hair glow. The Light flowed from Jessica and into the man’s arms, enveloping the bruises, causing them to fade away as a renewing warmth washed over the man. After the healing, the man moved his arm. “Hey hey, good as new! Thank you, Sister!” Jessica smiled. “Don’t jump right back into battle, though. Let the healy work, rest for the night and tomorrow afternoon, you should be good.” The Templar smiled. “Will do! Light be with you, Sister!” Jessica smiled back. “Light be with you, as well!”
After healing the Templar, Jessica grabbed a burlap sack of supplies and made her way out of the Cathedral. Scarlets eyed her as she stepped off the steps. She tried to avoid eye contact and focus on her task. Making her way out of the Cathedral Square, night had already fallen. Jessica set the burlap sack down and used a Holy Flame spell to light the lantern on her belt. A golden flame filled the lantern as it lit the way for Jessica. As Jessica walked through the Park, she smiled warmly at the passersby. Jessica kept on her trek until stopping at some refugees huddled around a small Campfire outside the Stockades. Jessica set the burlap sack down and caught the eyes of some Refugees. “Hello! My name is Jessica, I have some supplies for the war refugees, if you’re in need.” A couple Kaldorei scoffed while a kind Gilnean man nodded. “Please don’t take offense to the Kaldorei scoffing, lassie. We’d be grateful for anything you got.” The man patted the stone next to him. “Please, have a seat with us for a spell.”
Jessica happily accepted the man’s offer and sat down next to him and a Kaldorei woman. Jessica reached into the burlap sack and pulled out some apples, bread, jerky, refreshing spring water, and fresh furs. Passing them out to the refugees around her. Many of them accepted, say for a couple Kaldorei, who scoffed. “We don’t need charity from your kind, Priestess. Your Holy Light was as useful to us as your soldiers. Only the Night Warrior can help us now. Only she will set things right and claim vengeance.” Jessica frowned. “Vengeance is a dangerous pathway towards darkness. Now is a time for rebuilding, not bloodseeking.” The Kaldorei glared at Jessica, the timid young priestess shrinking a bit. “Do not preach your views to me, human. You did not have to see your home and loved one burn before you, just to have the culprit weasel away due to the incompetence of your so-called allies!” Jessica frowned again. A Kaldorei man put his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. “Forgive my sisters, Priestess. Their vengeance misguides them to darkness.” Jessica smiled at the Kaldorei and nodded her head. “Their anger and frustration is well-deserved. I pray they will find a way out of it that does not end in bloodshed.” The Kaldorei man smiled at Jessica. “You are a wise young Priestess, Jessica. Thank you greatly for the supplies, we are forever thankful for them.” Jessica smiled.
Time passed as Jessica continued to sit there with the refugees and chat with them. But eventually the time came for Jessica to depart. Standing up, Jessica said her goodbyes to the refugees, grabbing her now-empty burlap sack, Jessica made her way back to the Cathedral. When reaching the Cathedral, the commotion outside had quieted, on heading inside, Jessica notices quite a few more Scarlets around. Some of them gave her friendly hellos and a smile, but most either ignored her or glared. After returning her burlap sack to be refilled with donated supplies for the refugees, Jessica returned home. On getting home, Jessica noticed that Kane wasn’t home yet. The couch was empty and his armor was nowhere to be found. He’s probably out doing some combat practice. Jessica smiles and made her way up to her room for bed. It was a nice night for her.
Night had fully fallen, the city was dark, patrolmen wandered the city, with their lanterns, helping the street-lamps light up the walkways. Malayse silently dropped down from a tree, a large hide sack slung over her shoulder as she made her way through the Park. As Malayse passed through the Cathedral Square, she took the route behind the Cathedral. Best to avoid those shady Scarlets that tend to meander outside the Cathedral. As Malayse moved through the Dwarven District, the exhaust smoke from the machines choked her. Damned Dwarven machines, spewing poison into the air. Choking the wildlife. After exiting the Dwarven District to the cleaner airs near the Stormwind Embassy, Malayse found and approached a gathering of refugees.
“Greeting, brothers and sisters. Might I join you?” The other Kaldorei smiled at Malayse. “Of course sister, be our guest.” Malyse bowed and lowered her hood as she sat. Her short dark blue hair blowing slightly in the night breeze while her blackened eyes tried to give off a friendly look. “Thank you. I come bringing supplies.” Malyse empties her sack. Venison, boar ribs, apples, corn, bread, refreshing spring water, and furs. “I hunted and cooked the food myself. I hope you all enjoy it. I know it’s nothing like what we have back in Kalimdor, but it was the best Elwynn could provide for my hunt.” The other Kaldorei accepted the food and dug in. One of them sat beside Malayse and spoke to her. “Thank you for providing this for us, sister. The Alliance has failed and abandoned us. But the Night Warrior has not forgotten Teldrassil. Nor has she forgiven the Horde. You share her blessing, sister. I doubt you’ve forgotten nor forgiven as well. Those like you will lead us to vengeance and victory.” Malyse had not forgotten, this is true. She still heard the screams when trying to think, still saw the flames when she closed her eyes. She has not forgotten Teldrassil. But she also did not forget the aid the Alliance did provide here in the city, or that the Alliance was in a resource shortage and was stretched thin during the Fourth War. She also didn’t forget the aid given in the past.
“Let me ask you something. When Archimonde marched on Hyjal during the Third War, who was it that rushed to our aid in defending it?” Malyse waited. Nothing. “The Alliance, and shockingly, the Horde. After we lost Nordrassil, who was it that helped us cope with our newfound Mortality? Who was it that helped us adjust to the new world?” Malyse once again waited. Nothing. “The Alliance. The Humans. They helped us walk the path of mortality after millenia of immortality. When the Destroyer and Firelord sought to burn Nordrassil after it had finally regrown during the Cataclysm, who was it that came to our aid in defending it? Besides the Dreamer.” Malayse waited. Again, nothing. “The Cenarion Circle and Earthen Ring. Organizations comprised of both Alliance and Horde. Finally, when the Nightmare nearly consumed the Dream and broke through into Val’sharah, who was it that aided Malfurion Stormrage and the Druids of the Grove in driving it back? Who braves the horrors of the Nightmare to save the Dream?” Malayse waited, yet again, nothing was said. “Heroes from both Alliance and Horde. We have a right to be vengeful and wrathful after what we lost in the Fourth War. Many do. But we must not let that hatred and desire for vengeance blind us to the past and push us away from our allies. Or else we may become the reclusive xenophobes we once were. Or else we may yet lose even more than we have lost.” Malyse stared into the fire. “The Horde is not our enemy. Not anymore. Yes they have much to answer for in their part of the War of Thorns, and they will answer for it, Elune will see to that. But the Alliance does not deserve our ire. Our ire, our wrath, should be directed at the Banshee Queen, and her alone. A focused arrow has a better chance of hitting its mark.”
The other Kaldorei looked at Malayse, then down at the fire. Slowly, they all nodded to Malayse’s words. The one that spoke earlier once again spoek up. “Forgive me, sister. I ju-” Malyse raised her hand. “No need to apologize. Your frustration is well earned. But in the future, be careful who you take it out on. Do not bite the hand that feeds.” Malyse smiled at the group of refugees before standing. “I have other business to tend to. I hope you all take my words to heart and enjoy the supplies. I will try to bring more soon. Elune be with you all.” With that, Malayse departed, leaping and vanishing into a tree.
Malayse lurked through the shadows of the city, making her way down to the Harbor. I hope the rumors of Naga by the Harbor were merely rumors. Malayse thought as she made her way to the seaside. But sure enough, as the rumors said, there was Naga. A Harpooner, two Enchantresses, and an Ambusher. Around them lay deceased guardsmen. Malayse notched her arrows and fired from the shadows. A Mithiril-tipped arrow soared through the sky and hit an Enchantress through the eyes, her body fell to the ground. One. The other Naga immediately went on alert. The other Enchantress fired off an Arcanic Spell at Malayse’s direction. “Vengeance for Azshara!” Flipping out of the shadows, Malayse fired off another arrow, piercing the heart of the other Enchantress, she went down. Two. The Harpooner and Ambusher both rushed Malayse. Malyse fired an arrow at the ground near the Harpooner. The arrow caused roots to rise up from the ground and entrap the Harpooner, tightening and crushing the life out of him. After a crack and snap was heard from the Harpooner, it fell limp in the roots and it was dragged down into the earth. Three. Malayse leapt back before the Ambusher got to her, allowing her just enough time to draw her dagger. Exchanging a few blows with the Naga, Malayse’s elven figure and agility allowed her to gain the upper hand on the brutish male Naga. Malayse managed to plunge the dagger into the Naga’s back. As the Naga roared in pain, Malayse wasted no time in removing her dagger from the beast and plunging it into the Naga’s neck. It grasped its neck before bleeding out in the sand. Four.
As Malayse went over the Naga she had slain, she noticed a movement in the shadows and looked up at the sewer entrance just in time to see a shadowy figure duck inside. More of them in the sewers? Malayse took no chances and made way for the sewer. The sewer smells horrid, but more horrible than usual. The Fourth War taught Malayse this scent well. Blight. Malayse grit her teeth as she silently moved through the sewer, following the scent of death to its source. It didn’t take long for Malayse to find the source. An Apothecary and Deathguard. <span style="font-