Wings of the Night

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Without moving his hand from the haft of the knife, Xo studied the Nightborne and considered the risk he could pose in close quarters. Darting his eyes and measuring the now illuminated chamber and its contents, the style of the architecture, height of the roof; even though it was meant to hyperbole, he knew they were not in the Twisting Nether, else his instruments would have indicated as much. Most likely Eastern Kingdom, a forgotten study or library annex, but he noted no manner of entry, though there seemed to be two barred  windows near the ceiling on the far wall.

Straightening his back and relaxing from his fighters posture, Xo spoke in reply. “We’re on Azeroth, as far as I can tell.” He said with soft, evenly paced words. “Whatever this place is, it was originally built by Men, or for them.”

Stepping sideways, he reached back and unclipped a hefty satchel from his equipment harness, setting it down and flipping the oiled leather flap. Within seemed to be a device made of metal or some sort of ceramic with a small glass display and several switches, knobs, buttons, and dials. Turning his attention to it while still keeping the so-called High Arcanist in his peripherals, he meticulously sorted through a specific sequence of switch flipping, dial turning, and button pushing, which seemed to be something that angered the device judging by the aggressive and negatory white noise it exuded.

“Agh, by the Old Gods, this damn design was never worth the gold and i knew it.” He exclaimed, slightly irritated, setting his weight on both palms against the tabletop, hanging his head before looking back up at the Shal’dorei.

“Xo’den Stormsorrow, a pleasure I’m sure.”

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Raethor, much like his current company, glanced around the room, now that he could see it somewhat properly-he should summon more light orbs, he thought and he would once he was sure he didn’t need his magic to fend off an attack. Some sort of cellar…or library, given the dusty tomes neatly placed in shelves around the room. The half-burnt candles he’d re-ignited stood in brass sconces,safely away from the books; a pair of windows barred shut, stood across the room close to the ceiling.

The arcanist scoffed at the other’s statement. “Yes, that much is easy to gather,” he said coolly, though, in truth, it was a bit of a relief; portals went through the Twisting Nether and he couldn’t say he’d fancy being trapped there.He nudged an earthen mug, left on a small table, both of them nearly invisible under the dust. “Well, this wasn’t where I was aiming to go,” he rolled his eyes.

A moment later, he raised an eyebrow as the other elf uncovered a peculiar-looking, humming device. Raethor edged closer, though still keeping a safe distance. Whatever this one was doing to the…whatever that was, it wasn’t a good thing; an angry, loud humming rose from the machinery. It felt…strange, a bit like arcane magic, but wrong, he thought.

"Its a dimensional transference device, designed to construct and maintain tunnels through pockets and folds in reality, drawing power from ambient energies emanating from the Nether."

1. Which should be saved – a bus full of innocent lives or a loved one?

2. You meet a man who has killed someone and done time for it before. Does this factor into how you treat him? Will he ever truly escape that sin?

3. If you could jump back through time to save a loved one’s life, would you? Despite what it might to do the timeline? To everyone else? Do you believe it is their fate to die regardless?

4. You have a secret you swore not to reveal. But this secret is the only thing that would prove your innocence in a separate matter. Is it worth risking your own well-being for the secret? Or would you betray the trust given to you?

5. Is it better to hurt others before they hurt you or let yourself be walked all over and hurt by others?

6. If you tell the truth, an evil person gets to walk away free. If you lie, you may be able to send them away like they deserve. Is honesty worth more than justice?

7. You have the key to immortality in your hands. But not for free. If you want it, as a price, your worst enemy also gains immortality. Is it worth it?

8. If you could gain as much money as you want for losing a sense, would you do it?

9. Can people be held accountable for things people close or related to them did or are they innocent?

10. If a lot of people, possibly innocent people, have to die in order to make a real change, is it worth it? Can you live with their deaths even if it helps people in the present?

11. Imagine there is a beast that craves attention. If you ignore it, despite being deadly, it will leave you alone. Could you live like that? Even if it possibly attacked others? Would you try and challenge something that unknown?

12. If someone else stole something and you stole it back is that a good deed, a bad deed or one of equal worth? Are you better than the original thief?

13. Could you sacrifice yourself for the good of everyone else?

14. What of love? Say you discover your lifelong crush on another has finally been reciprocated… but they are currently dating a family member or a dear friend the crush feels responsible to honour. Do you force the break up? Date on the side? Bottle it up forever?

15. Is lying to others to gain their approval more important than being genuine and hated?

16. Have you ever contemplated killing someone? Who and why? Would you ever act on it? Are you frightened you might?

17. Have you ever gotten sheer joy out of hurting someone else, either physically or mentally? To whom and why? Did it scare you?

18. Have you ever done something morally wrong? If it’s morally wrong do you regret it?

19. What is more likely a thought to you – that this world is wrong or that you are wrong?

20. Are there people in this world who, no matter how much time and penitence is given, should never be forgiven?

21. Are there people in this world you simply think the world would be better without? If you could erase them out of existence without physically murdering them, would you?

22. How do you feel about having an intimate relationship with someone you don’t love? What if they love you in return? Does that make you feel guilty?

23. Could you ever become your own hero? Is that a role you can fulfil or is it something you look to others for?

24. How do you feel about tears? Are they cowardly and weak? Do you cry? Would you consider that shameful?

25. What is more important to you? An idea of yours being used and appreciated or the credit for that idea beings yours and yours alone?

26. Is your personal happiness more important than anything else in the world? Than fame? Than the happiness of others?

27. How far would you go to achieve a dream or ideal? Does it matter who suffers? Does it matter if you suffer?

28. How long would you wait for the one you love? A year? Fifteen years? Forever? Could you honestly be loyal to an unfulfilled love?

29. Is genius equal to hard work? Does a genius deserve praise for doing well without effort? Are they above us?

30. Do we live in a world of parallels? Can there be no hope without grief? No happiness without suffering? Or is a utopia possible?

31. What is more important to you? Being respected and praised by your elders or being looked up to and championed by those younger or of the same age?

32. If you could choose to remove certain feelings such as anger, confusion, sadness, would you remove them?

33. If you could wipe certain memories from your head, would you? Why would you? What memories?

34. What path appeals to you more? An exciting dream that leaves you possibly penniless and alone or a drab existence where you have steady success.

Xo’s head swam, his knees buckled beneath and his latest meal heaved in his gut. By Elune it was like he had dove right into a pool of mana-serpents.

Something had gone wrong, and mind you he was used to things going wrong with dimensional travel, but this time something went really wrong. Least he still felt like himself this time. It’s never nice when you come out ‘funny’ from one of those portals.

As he regained his composure, coughing up at the damned dust cloud, just to breath in what he guessed would be the musty taste of mildewing tomes and untreated scrolls. His eyes adjusted to the darkness slowly, the amber glow giving slight illumination to his face beneath his hood. It was at that moment he noticed his company, also coughing up dust. Another kaldorei; no, too slim even for elvenkind. His hand shifted to a large hunting knife on his thigh.

“Who are you…?” The deep, earthy voice asked to the stranger in the darkness.

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Raethor huffed-the action sending a new cloud of dust right through his nose and mouth, so he coughed yet again- at the other’s tone, his reaching towards a dull metal glint on his leg not going unnoticed. Some sort of elf, by the sound and size of him-one of the Kal’dorei, perhaps, judging by the cadence of his voice.

The Arcanist huffed again, muttering an incantation; he was quite done guessing in the dark and sure enough, a couple of long-forgotten candles in the room lit up with suddenly, a small ball of fire floating aloft by the Nightborn’s head as well.

Straightening his back and relaxing from his fighters posture, Xo spoke in reply. “We’re on Azeroth, as far as I can tell.” He said with soft, evenly paced words. “Whatever this place is, it was originally built by Men, or for them.”

Stepping sideways, he reached back and unclipped a hefty satchel from his equipment harness, setting it down and flipping the oiled leather flap. Within seemed to be a device made of metal or some sort of ceramic with a small glass display and several switches, knobs, buttons, and dials. Turning his attention to it while still keeping the so-called High Arcanist in his peripherals, he meticulously sorted through a specific sequence of switch flipping, dial turning, and button pushing, which seemed to be something that angered the device judging by the aggressive and negatory white noise it exuded.

“Agh, by the Old Gods, this damn design was never worth the gold and i knew it.” He exclaimed, slightly irritated, setting his weight on both palms against the tabletop, hanging his head before looking back up at the Shal’dorei. 

“Xo’den Stormsorrow, a pleasure I’m sure.”

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Well, something had clearly not gone as it should’ve, the Arcanist coughed as he took in the dusty- so damn dusty- clearly underground room he had found himself into. This wasn’t where the portal to Dalaran was supposed to go and he would know, he’d used the damned thing quite a few times by now and, besides, he wasn’t given to making mistakes on such simple things.

And this place looked nothing like Dalaran, anyway, he scoffed, nudging what seemed like a very dusty bottle left on top of an equally very dusty table, coughing again as a cloud of the stuff rose around him.

And he wasn’t alone, he realized one heartbeat later, wheeling around towards the stranger, also coughing at the dust, who seemed to have materialized into…wherever this was right after himself.

Something had gone wrong, and mind you he was used to things going wrong with dimensional travel, but this time something went really wrong. Least he still felt like himself this time. It's never nice when you come out 'funny' from one of those portals.

As he regained his composure, coughing up at the damned dust cloud, just to breath in what he guessed would be the musty taste of mildewing tomes and untreated scrolls. His eyes adjusted to the darkness slowly, the amber glow giving slight illumination to his face beneath his hood. It was at that moment he noticed his company, also coughing up dust. Another kaldorei; no, too slim even for elvenkind. His hand shifted to a large hunting knife on his thigh.

"Who are you...?" The deep, earthy voice asked to the stranger in the darkness.

I made my own ask meme just because lol

Classes:

Warrior - How athletic are you? Rogue - Have you ever done anything underhanded? Priest - How empathetic are you to others? Mage - Do you have any special talents? Hunter - Do you have any pets? Warlock - How edgy are you? Druid - Do you love nature and the outdoors? Paladin - Are you protective of others? Shaman - Do you have any traditions? Monk - What do you do for fun? Death Knight - Have you ever had a second chance? Demon Hunter - Have you ever sacrificed something?

Races:

Human - Do you have a hero? Dwarf - Do you drink? Gnome - How Inventive are you? Night Elf - Are you a night owl or an early bird? Draenei - How dedicated are you? Worgen - Do you have a dark side? Orc - Do you get mad easily? Trolls - How open are you to new ideas? Tauren - How important are your friends to you? Undead - Do you believe in redemption? Blood Elf - How fashionable are you? Goblin - Can you be destructive? Pandaren - What is your favorite food?

Allied Races:

beware, beware the daughter of the seas

“beware,” i heard him cry

his words carried upon the ocean breeze