The fellow that most people called Jon Chess sped towards the Boralus docks, racing after the team that had rescued Jaina Proudmoore from where Lady Ashvane had imprisoned her. Jon had been present when Lady Jaina had been reunited with her mother, the Lord High Admiral, Katherine Proudmoore - and had thus been at hand when they had been told of Lady Ashvale's treasonable invasion, heading here with a naval squadron of Irontide Raiders, pirates who were based in Freehold. She had also sent other creatures to attack, creatures that her foul sorceries had dredged up from the deep. Jon ran across the dockside but before he could catch up with his team, Jon saw a small group of Irontide raiders head for a group of Boralus civilians. Jon hesitated for merely a fraction of a second, abandoning a reunion with his team and headed for the Irontide invaders.
The Irontime raiders were focused on the depreradation of the civilians and did not even note Chess' approach until he was close enough to draw throw a poisoned spike into the neck of the rearmost of them. As the target fell, the venom already causing convulsions as the potent mixture of Deathweed and Essense of Agony took effect, the pirate falling to his knees and frothing at his mouth like a mad dog. Jon's cutlass and dagger caught another pirate in the gut, his cutlass parrying while he planted his dagger in the pirate's abdomen. Chess twisted it to free it, ducking under an Azerite cutlass and leaping between two of the remaining enemy to cause the Irontide bandits from firing their flintlock firearms at him.
He saw the iron-tipped cudgel descending toward his head, almost in slow motion. He tried to raise either of his weapons to intercept it, but his own weapons were already engaged. He saw it descending, knowing that the iron band of the cudgel would burst his head like a Striped Melon.
Or would have, had it been allowed to continue unimpeded. A large, elongated blade suffused with green Fel fire intercepted the club, lopping the iron cap from the club and continuing into the pirate's throat. Other swords whipped by him, killing the other two pirates he had been fighting, and the Shivarra demon spun away to pursue other Irontide raiders until they were surrounded by no more living enemies.
"Jon Chess... Agent of Cheese and an apparent fool, charging in to save civilians from the Irontide when they outnumbered him six or more to one, said a familiar voice.
"Fortunately, you were here to save me... or rather, to command Rhavia to save me... from my folly," Jon replied, turning to behold the Ren'dorei warlock, Lady No’lariel Shadowglaive.
No’lariel Shadowglaive had been born in Silvermoon City to noble parents and had grown into a paragon of Sin'dorei beauty, her waist-length golden hair and bright Fel-green eyes making men stumble over their words upon encountering her. She had never been hesitant to entice the eyes of her admirers with a teasing show of skin, neither as a Sin'dorei nor as a Shadow- corrupted Ren'dorei. She was clad in newly-established Ren'dorei raiment. She had felt... limited in her abilities as a warlock serving the Horde and had adopted the Void more out of curiosity than anything else - a curiosity as to how the Void would augment her capabilities.
Now she stood proudly, her deep purple hair still falling to her waist, her luminescent pale blue eyes glowing with satisfaction, and her sardonic smirk tinging it with not a little amusement. She was intrigued by Jon Chess, a Shadow adept who regularly confessed and prayed at the Cathedral of Light, a man devoted to helping others as he had tried to rescue the civilians under threat, heedless of the likely cost to himself and at the same time a cunning and adept killer of anyone the Alliance military deemed a threat. the contradictions... fascinated her.
"Fortunately, you were here to save me... or rather, to command Rhavia to save me... from my folly," Jon replied, turning to behold the Ren'dorei warlock, Lady No’lariel Shadowglaive.
"I doubt you would have a folly Jon, but we do have to discuss you taking on a whole battalion of pirates in one go," she replied, motioning at the bodies around them.
"Yeah, but now I have you and Rhiva. So now instead of one man against hundreds, we have three against hundreds, right? The odds just got much better!" Jon grinned insolently. "Up to a little more knight-errancy, even if neither of us is a knight in shining armor?"
"Well, maybe you might pass for one... if the armor was tarnished somewhat," she laughed. Nola looked about, smirking as she assessed the situation. "We're here as it is so might as well show them how it's done. You get them in the back, dear shadow-walker. I'll keep their front quite warm." She chanted a summoning.
Jon watched the Shivarra fade into nothingness as No’lariel summoned a replacement - her imp Relpad, who danced with joy at being summoned once more. "Ordinarily, I'd be a gentleman and let you precede me... but under the circumstances, perhaps I should go first?" Jon took a step back, and mumbling an incantation in the language of the Arakkoa, and faded into the concealment of the shadows. Together, Chess and No’lariel headed deeper into the city, to find and neutralize more miscreants.
The Irontime raiders were focused on the depreradation of the civilians and did not even note Chess' approach until he was close enough to draw throw a poisoned spike into the neck of the rearmost of them. As the target fell, the venom already causing convulsions as the potent mixture of Deathweed and Essense of Agony took effect, the pirate falling to his knees and frothing at his mouth like a mad dog. Jon's cutlass and dagger caught another pirate in the gut, his cutlass parrying while he planted his dagger in the pirate's abdomen. Chess twisted it to free it, ducking under an Azerite cutlass and leaping between two of the remaining enemy to cause the Irontide bandits from firing their flintlock firearms at him.
He saw the iron-tipped cudgel descending toward his head, almost in slow motion. He tried to raise either of his weapons to intercept it, but his own weapons were already engaged. He saw it descending, knowing that the iron band of the cudgel would burst his head like a Striped Melon.
Or would have, had it been allowed to continue unimpeded. A large, elongated blade suffused with green Fel fire intercepted the club, lopping the iron cap from the club and continuing into the pirate's throat. Other swords whipped by him, killing the other two pirates he had been fighting, and the Shivarra demon spun away to pursue other Irontide raiders until they were surrounded by no more living enemies.
"Jon Chess... Agent of Cheese and an apparent fool, charging in to save civilians from the Irontide when they outnumbered him six or more to one, said a familiar voice.
"Fortunately, you were here to save me... or rather, to command Rhavia to save me... from my folly," Jon replied, turning to behold the Ren'dorei warlock, Lady No’lariel Shadowglaive.
No’lariel Shadowglaive had been born in Silvermoon City to noble parents and had grown into a paragon of Sin'dorei beauty, her waist-length golden hair and bright Fel-green eyes making men stumble over their words upon encountering her. She had never been hesitant to entice the eyes of her admirers with a teasing show of skin, neither as a Sin'dorei nor as a Shadow- corrupted Ren'dorei. She was clad in newly-established Ren'dorei raiment. She had felt... limited in her abilities as a warlock serving the Horde and had adopted the Void more out of curiosity than anything else - a curiosity as to how the Void would augment her capabilities.
Now she stood proudly, her deep purple hair still falling to her waist, her luminescent pale blue eyes glowing with satisfaction, and her sardonic smirk tinging it with not a little amusement. She was intrigued by Jon Chess, a Shadow adept who regularly confessed and prayed at the Cathedral of Light, a man devoted to helping others as he had tried to rescue the civilians under threat, heedless of the likely cost to himself and at the same time a cunning and adept killer of anyone the Alliance military deemed a threat. the contradictions... fascinated her.
"Fortunately, you were here to save me... or rather, to command Rhavia to save me... from my folly," Jon replied, turning to behold the Ren'dorei warlock, Lady No’lariel Shadowglaive.
"I doubt you would have a folly Jon, but we do have to discuss you taking on a whole battalion of pirates in one go," she replied, motioning at the bodies around them.
"Yeah, but now I have you and Rhiva. So now instead of one man against hundreds, we have three against hundreds, right? The odds just got much better!" Jon grinned insolently. "Up to a little more knight-errancy, even if neither of us is a knight in shining armor?"
"Well, maybe you might pass for one... if the armor was tarnished somewhat," she laughed. Nola looked about, smirking as she assessed the situation. "We're here as it is so might as well show them how it's done. You get them in the back, dear shadow-walker. I'll keep their front quite warm." She chanted a summoning.
Jon watched the Shivarra fade into nothingness as No’lariel summoned a replacement - her imp Relpad, who danced with joy at being summoned once more. "Ordinarily, I'd be a gentleman and let you precede me... but under the circumstances, perhaps I should go first?" Jon took a step back, and mumbling an incantation in the language of the Arakkoa, and faded into the concealment of the shadows. Together, Chess and No’lariel headed deeper into the city, to find and neutralize more miscreants.
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