Sub Rosa

“Knock his ass out! Finish him!” the crowd cheered. It was a typical night in the underground fight scene. Alcohol was flowing, courtesans had their marks under their spell and gold and debt was changing hands with every blow.

In the makeshift pit, Railick squared off with the reigning Tanaris champion - a large orc who rumor had it, had pummeled more then one opponent to death. Most of the time those stories were just bluster to bring in wagers on a sure thing but after almost 4 rounds Railick was beginning to wonder if they were true.

CRACK! The orc connected with a solid right to Railick’s ribs, knocking the air from his lungs. The crowed went wild watching Railick back pedal, their champion closing in on the outsider for the kill. In full flight mode, Railick dodged and blocked the worst of the blows, closing in and tying up the frustrated orc as the round ended.

DING! The orc uncerimonusly dumped Railick face first on the ground before heading into his corner. “Wont escape next round elf.”

Railick groggily got to his feet, and stumbled to his corner. Svvindle sat him down, waving smelling salt under Railicks nose to bring him back to his senses. “You know, you don’t have to take EVERY punch.”

“You said make it look - gOOO - FUCK” Railick groaned. Svvindle pressed on the broken ribs one more time, ignoring Railick’s discomfort. “Yep. Broken. Well, good news is Squander has you winning in the 5th and the action isn’t going to get any better. You can quit fucking around now and get us paid.”

The glare from Railick brought a smug grin to Svvindle’s face and more then once Railick thought about wiping that exact look off the goblin’s face. “That’s the spirit.”

The ref shouted out the 30 second warning and the corners began clearing out. It had been a few months of Svvindle, Squander and Railick jumping from brawl club to brawl club to make coin. Gradually as clubs caught wise, it forced the trio more underground into shadier clubs to keep making a living and Railick briefly wondered how the hell he got here.

“Ema.” he muttered under his breath, the name having a calming effect and allowing him to push aside the pain and focus on the orc across from him.

DING! The round started, the crowd roared as the orc came rushing forward looking to finally put away his challenger. The champion lead with a haymaker, looking to knock Railick out cold but found nothing but air, he followed it with a left uppercut but again found nothing.

Railick dodged the first two blows working around to the side of the orc, landing two quick strikes to the kidney. As the champion swung back round, Railick used the orcs momentum to buckle his knee, the orc screamed in pain as he felt his knee pop. There was no time to recover, the orc exposed and prone left his head vulnerable and Railick took full advantage landing a knee to the temple sending the orc crashing to the ground out cold.

The crowd was silent and stunned. Railick calmly began unwrapping his hands, making for the exit leaving the rest up to Svvindle and Squander. “Uhh…unbelievable! The champion has been defeated for the first time in 3 years! You saw it here folks.” the announcer did his best to keep the crowd from revolting and their minds from the gold they lost.

Railick had lost count how many times they had run this scam. They would find a fight club, challenge their champion and Railick would play the outmatched challenger until Svvindle and Squander gave him the signal to finish the fight. Normally he would have no interest in business with the duo but he needed their help and this was the cost.

The war against the Legion left both him and his beloved Emalise completing missions for Sub Rosa all over Azeroth and as of a few monhs ago - he could no longer contact Emalise. He had tried searching out Xarriel but it appeared she had gone underground as well leaving him to try and track Emalise blindly.

The goblins had offered their help in exchange for his services. He provided shake downs, intimidation, whatever they needed while they used their contacts to try and locate Emalise but to date, none of the leads had panned out and he was beginning to wonder if they were actually holding up their end of the bargin.

Right on que the brains of the operation, Squander, entered the room. “Not a bad haul tonight. You should have dragged it out a bit longer. The bookie won’t have you back…thats for sure. We need to find a new spot.”

Railick gritted his teeth, "Maybe you should get in the ring then.“

The goblin raised his gaze from the purse of gold in his hand to Railick, "Well with that attitude I don't even know if I should give you your cut.”

In a instant, Railick had the mage by the collar “I am not in this for your coin in case you have forgotten. You told me you could find Emalise or at the very least Xarriel -  I am getting tired of making you rich while I get no answers.”

“Easy…I was just getting to that.” Squander responded, the elf was growing more and more irritable with every passing week. Railick released the goblin and let him continue. “I have word of some…interesting developments in Silithus. There is a new compound bleeding from the wound Sargeras left…extremely powerful and volatile.”

Really? Silithus? The place was a graveyard. No one went there. The goblin was leading him on. Railick got up and began packing his things. “Fuck it. I am done with you. I will find her myself.”

Squander pulled a shiny ore from his pocket holding it out to the elf. “Its true! Look! Azurite they call it. And it is going to shape this world’s future. Already the Alliance and Horde are at each other’s throats to control it and who do you think will be right in the middle of that arms battle profiting from both sides? I have already heard rumors of the Lady pulling strings from the shadows.”

If what the goblin said was true, that would make sense. Tensions since Varian fell were at an all time high and it would not take much to push the world into a war that no one would escape and tradtionally…Sub Rosa thrived during these times. “She is back then? You have confrimed it?”

Squander shrugged, “As much as I could so early on. Rumor is a mysterious benefactor is stockpiling the resource, siphoning it off in secret to develop weapons the likes Azeroth has never seen. Oh…and a rose has been her calling card. Sound like anyone you know?”

“Find her. Or someone who has seen her. I need to speak to them.” Railick ordrered.

Squander smiled what he hoped was reassuringly, “Of course! Already on it. You can trust me - you will be the first to know.”

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The Rat King

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Two days had passed. As Railick had predicted, the forces were becoming fatigued and injuries and casualties climbing. That was the reality of a prolonged engagement - to him the end was inevitable. It was still early in the battle, the army of dead and walking wounded was still small but what about in a week? A month? Without any action - there would be no end until their little foothold was stamped out with fel flame. This entire front was buying the Legion time as they slowly instilled complacency and hopelessness within the defenders. 

Night had fallen over the camp, the time had come to strike. Railick and a group of 9 others loyal to Xarriel, Svvindle & Squander among them, were going to take the fight to the Legion. 

“Open the portal.” Railick nodded to Squander. Once the portal was stabilized the group went through, finding themselves far behind enemy lines. The landscape was black and charred, fel energy almost palpable in the air. 

“This way.” Svvindle whispered leading the group towards their target. After some careful reconnaissance, he had located the main portal and source of power for the camp. Their goal was to eliminate it and the fel army commander. Cut off the reinforcements so they could further strengthen their position here in Azsuna.

Railick was relieved that Svvindle had not found one of the Nathrezim leading this charge. The demon’s were notoriously good commanders and tacticians - and extremely difficult to kill. Instead, their target was an Eredar. While not to be taken lightly, it also was the best they could hope for. Railick had no doubt something on the other side of the portal was pulling the strings but as long as it was not here in the camp, they had a chance.

The company halted within a cave, a faint green glow illuminating the opening at the far end of the tunnel. Svvindle silently pointed, Railick moving to the front to survey the room. 

At the centre stood a large demonic portal with a half dozen Eredar channeling life essence into it - piles of desiccated husks piled casually throughout the chamber. It was clear they were working on summoning something much bigger - they didn’t have any time to waste. Railick silently gave out his commands and the group split taking their respective positions.

Luckily, the chamber was not well guarded - this far behind enemy lines it seemed they were not worried about a strike - at least not this early which is why Railick knew they had a chance. 

Svvindle and a feral druid picked off two of the Eredar on the far ends of the portal, they died without a sound, completely taken by surprise, the Eredar in the centre the only one realizing something was wrong when the energy being poured into the portal slowed.

The group struck but something was terribly wrong. Instead of being met by the remaining Eredar sorcerers, all but the commander slowly withered, dropping dead, the portal beginning to hum with greater intensity. 

The attacks bounced harmlessly off the commander’s shield, the life essence of his former comrades being weaved into a protection spell allowing her to finish the summoning. “You are too late. My Lord comes.” she let out a shrill laugh.

“That doesn’t sound good.” Svvindle yelled over the hum. “Now what?”

“Place the charges amd blow the tunnels. We Don’t want them getting any help. Hunters give him cover. Warlock, you find a way to get through that Eredar’s protection. The rest of you -” Railick stopped cold.

Through the portal stepped a Pit Lord, surveying the cavern with a malicious smile. “A welcoming party. Fools.”

The pit lord cast a felbolt catching one of the hunter’s in the center of his chest, his body crashing against the far wall, falling lifelessly to the floor. Thinking quickly Railick charged between the pit lords legs, slashing at them as he did, the other’s following his lead.

The light bearers began chanting protection spells strong enough to ward off anything but a direct blow and doing what they could to keep the group fighting - the remaining members of the group focusing its energy on the Pit Lord. Railick dove, parried and slashed at the demon, his weapons cutting into the demons hard skin but it was a matter of time if they could not find a way to land a significant blow.

The band battled the demon with neither side gaining an upper hand until the Pit Lord’s weapon smashed into the ground feet from Ralick causing the floor to shake and the Sub Rosa commander to stumble to the ground. The Pit Lord saw the opportunity, turning to crush him under foot but instead reared back in pain as a ice lance pierced his eye giving Railick time to roll to safety and regroup.

The demon swung wildly at the mage who blinked to safety across the chamber giving Railick an idea. “Squander, PORTAL.” he yelled at the mage charging back into the battle pointing above the demon. The mage caught on quickly opening a portal in front of Railick with the other end above the commander. 

At full speed Railick dove through the portal, blades leading - the Pit Lord not realizing the danger until it was too late. Railicks swords cleaved into the Pit Lord’s skull, rocking it violently. Railick was thrown forcibly into the wall with a sickening crunch. 

The demon crashed to the floor dead, blackness overwhelming Railick.

“-ilick. Railick can you hear me?” Railick’s eyes fluttered open finding the surviving members of his party standing over him. “Thought we lost you.” Railick groaned propping himself up, wondering why he was not dead. They were still in the cave, the dead Pit Lord laying in the middle of the floor. “Luckily we were able to cushion the worse of your fall but you probably have some broken ribs and maybe internal bleeding. You should stay do- Railick!”

Not wasting any time, Railick pulled himself to his feet retrieving his sword from the demon’s skull. Favouring his side he addressed the remaining members “Gather anything of value or power. Tomes, battle plans. Whatever you can find. We are leaving in 5 minutes. Squander get a portal ready. Svvindle, do you have anymore explosives?”

The sapper hesitated for a moment, “Yea I got some in reserve just in case.” Squander laughed at his companion’s response, “Which reserve? Third? Fourth?” 

Svvindle shot the mage a dirty look, “You never know when they will come in handy. The only thing worse then a defective bomb is a wasted one. Raising his hand Railick cut off Squander’s retort, “Blow the demon gate. Whatever it takes.” 

The goblins nodded getting to work, their bickering continuing out of earshot. “Where is the Eredar?” Railick asked - the group pointing over to the far wall where the warlock stood over the Eredar.

Railick made his way over, arriving only to catch the last bits of conversation as the warlock lowered his hood revealing well kept blonde hair and he couldn’t be sure but it seemed the Eredar recognized him and was that - no it couldn’t be - but it almost looked like terror flashed across the Eredar’s face briefly before the warlock sucked the life out of her leaving her a pile of ash. 

“Warlock! What are you doing?” Railick addressed the warlock, his chance to interrogate the prisoner now gone. 

The warlock replaced his hood turning to him, “She knew nothing useful.” his eyes blazing with fel energy as he walked past Railick towards the portal without another word.

“Who the fuck is that guy.” Railick said aloud to no one. Normally he would not be happy with the man’s secrecy, he clearly had an ulterior motive and was protective of his identity, but he had been assured that this man would be useful and was indeed a powerful addition to the team and a skilled interrogator - in fact - he had been Sub Rosa’s for many years until he had moved on. Beyond that, those that discerned his identity seemed to avoid him but all vouched for his loyalty to Sub Rosa. He would have to look into him further but another problem for another time.

Railick brought his attention back to the presence taking the time to cut one of the tusks from the Pit Lord’s head and following his team back through the portal. One casualty and a downed Pit Lord. Sub Rosa seemed to be every bit as elite as Xarriel boasted.

Back at the camp, Railick made his way towards the Garrison when he was turned around by an angry commander, “What the fuck were you thinking? I TOLD you that we await reinforcement before pushing the attack. You could have left us exposed. We NEED every body we have.”

Railick dropped the sack he was carrying containing the Pit Lord’s tusk fighting the urge to knock the man on his ass. “I was SAVING what men we have from slowly dying for reinforcements that may never come. And saving them from the true brunt of the Legion. See that? That was the Pit Lord we just killed. A few more days and we would have been overrun with all kinds of higher demons, not the bullshit fodder we have been facing.”

The Commander’s face blanched recognizing the tusk, “A Pit Lord?” the man recovered trying to save face, “You could have run it by me. I could have given you support.”

“I tried that route and you rebuffed me. I had to take those I trust into battle and I would take those men over 1000 of any you could send with me. Now if you excuse me, I am due in Dalaran for some R & R and my men have earned some leave. I will see you in a few days.” Railick responded.

The Commander’s face lit up in rage and anger but he knew he had little choice. Once word spread about what they did, they would be legends among the men. He had two choices. Discipline them and lose his battalion entirely or let them go and pass it off as a sanctioned attack and a strategy he fully supported. “Two days.”

“Three.” Railick responded, the Commander simply waving his hand dismissively and storming off back to the command tent. Railick leaned over coughing up some blood. He needed a healer to put him back together before he went to see Emalise. 

The Warlock opened the demonic portal stepping back through to his chambers. He stood there silently for a moment before his rage took over, clearing the tables and tossing the room. Removing the hood he turned to his beloved entering the room, “Dead end. The Eredar was there when they took Amadore but she doesn’t know where she is now. When I find them I will -” The threat hung in the air, “If she is hurt -” 

Zaye placed a hand on his shoulder, helping to focus her husband “We will find them and they will burn for it.” she assured her husband. “They will know our wrath Maltris.”

Svvindle and Squander wasted little time returning to Dalaran to resupply. “Look at this place. Just ripe for the taking.” Svvindle mused despite the increased guards and patrols. “Imagine how much we could make off these suckers?”

The magic shows at the Faire had been put on hold before the Legion attacked but Squander had to admit it was hard giving up the income his shows provided. There was no showman on Earth that rivaled him but for months Squander had kept himself out of the spotlight when the crowds started to dwindle, waiting to reappear at the exact moment with a new show for crowds to fawn over. What better place then here in Dalaran?

“Step right up folks, see wonders  you will never believe!” a magically enhanced voice carried over the crowd, “The Great Akazamzarak is here to amaze.” 

Svvindle and Squander stopped cold, immediately moving to the front of the crowd to find a goblin in a top hat pulling a dozen flowers from his sleeve for a pretty lady in the audience, “They pale in comparison to you my dear!” the magician addressed the woman before tossing the flowers towards her, but before she could catch them they turned to a dove and flew off over the horizon to the applause of the crowd.

“That son of a bitch stole our act.”

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Azsuna was just like any other battlefield Railick had fought on in recent years. While pockets of the landscape hinted at hidden beauty, others showed the deep scars that only war can bring.

The camp itself was chaotic disarray. Waves of demons crashed against the east side of the camp, their bodies piling up as they were cut down by demon hunters and other Horde volunteers. There was little time to set up anything that would resemble comfort, the command taking refuge in a half collapsed structure back located roughly in the center of the encampment. It was not much but Railick had seen smaller armies carve out a foothold with less granted the hordes of demons had no end. The key was going to be keeping the warriors on the front line fresh until they could find a way to slow the demons progress into Azsuna.

Railick methodically made his way towards the east end of the camp, ready to take his place on the front line. Wasting no time, he surveyed the line, identifying a guard who seemed to be tiring and fighting a losing battle against a felguard, oblivious to the one approaching on his flank. 

CLANG - Railick parried the flanking demons blow, his free sword slashing across the felguards abdomen, caught completely unaware of the reinforcement. With the immediate threat dispatched, Railick teamed up with the weary guard to dispatch the remaining demon.

The guard turned and nodded his head in thanks, retreating for some well needed rest as the rest of the reinforcements weaved into the lines of battle. Railicks company consisted of 40 well versed combatants as well as 10 support casters from Sub Rosa - a group that was quickly gaining a reputation for ruthless efficiency.

Railick’s blade cut through another demon, a flash of arcane magic flashing over his head into a oncoming pack, felling three of them. This is where Railick found peace, instinct over riding any thoughts of what he left behind or what was waiting for him when he returned. 

“Felhunters!” the cry came up from down the line, a pack of the infernal beasts barreling towards the line. The priests and mages quickly erected a barrier to stop their wild rush and give the warriors a chance to react, picking of the stunned beasts as they crashed helplessly into the invisible force.

Like clockwork, the brigade utilized the strateghies they had perfected over the previous week - overcoming everything the demons had to throw at them. The commanders of the Legion knew they had the numbers and were content just throwing bodies at the camp knowing that eventually they would wear down its defenders and wasted little effort on strategy.

Railick was caught by surprise when he was relieved, not realizing that his shift had passed so quickly. Retreating back into the camp he met with one of the goblin’s that was assigned with him, “Found them. Portals and Commanders. It will take some doing but knock those out and BAM! Illidari Camp secured.”

Nodding, Railick turned to greet the other goblin falling in stride, “Cutting it a little close on some of those spells don’t you think?” 

Squander let out a mock laugh “If I wanted you singed you would be! Just be thankful my aim is that good.” 

Railick grinned, begrudgingly he was beginning to enjoy working with Svvindle & Squander. They were unconventional and underestimated, a fact they used to great advantage.

“The commander said we should stay put, we dont have the bodies to make a push.” Svvindle responded. 

Scoffing Railick responded, “Fools. So stay here, get overwhelmed slowly and hope someone saves us before its too late. Great strategy. Fuck that. We came here to win this war. Gather our troops. If they aren’t willing to act, we will do it for them. We strike in two days at nightfall.”

Svvindle nodded disappearing into the camp, Squander following suit tossing Railick a vial of clear liquid before disappearing. “For your blades. Extra killing power.”

Tucking the vial away, Railick made his way to his cot in the makeshift barracks. It was a risk going against command and going on the offensive but Railick knew the strategy of the current command was flawed. Yes, it was the safe gambit and perhaps they would get reinforcements in time but more likely, their reinforcements would be tied up somewhere else on this fel continent. The Legion was winning. There was no doubt. The losses would continue to mount until finally the defenders of Azeroth broke. Yet everyone seemed content to wait for a miracle.

Railick shrugged off his armor rolling into his cot. Pulling a photo out from his pack, he ran his fingers along the edge. He had too much to lose to listen to cowards.

It was late in the evening, the compound deceptively quiet. Hours before Xarriel confirmed that an elite force of Sub Rosa operatives would be heading to the Broken Isles to repel the demon invasion.

To some it was a surprise, Sub Rosa had never chosen to involve itself in the preservation of Azeroth - leaving it to others while they found a way to profit. To any outsiders it would seem that perhaps the notorious Lady was softening but her troops all knew - you cannot profit from a burned world. 

The demons had disrupted supply lines, destroyed entire organizations of buyers and suppliers - they were not good for business. While this was just all collateral in the brutal battles fought for the preservation of Azeroth, it was a sound move to send her elite against the Legion. 

Yes some would perish but if the Legion was repelled - the reputation of those who survived would help carry the organization to new heights and business could continue to thrive. Heck, they may even be called heroes and be able to charge more for their services.

Railick had remained quiet during the meeting - he preferred action over words. The timing could not have been better for him. Shaking down shop keeps and delinquent accounts while profitable, was beginning to bore him. 

One of the reasons he had become a mercenary in the first place was to test himself against all manners of foe on the battlefield. There was no better high then standing over your enemy on the battlefield, broken and destroyed by your hand, as he slipped from this world knowing you were their better. It was the same primal conflict that raged in all warriors. The desire to test their limits and inevitably, fall victim to them. 

The Legion was the greatest challenge to ever face Azeroth and his heart pounded in his chest with excitement at facing them and proving he was superior. But there was something beneath the excitement. 

Was he scared to face the Legion and the very real possibility he would die? He had faced death many times but never let nerves get in his way - they tended to get you killed. No, this was something else.

Rounding the corner towards Ema’s room it hit him like a cold wave. Ema. He loved her. For the first time he had something to lose if his skill with a blade failed him. 

Would she come with him? Would she be angry? When would he see her? The questions bombarded his consciousness. “Shit.” he muttered under his breath. Would he fall into old habits? Normally on a campaign he lived freely - often getting caught up in the passion of the dance with death. The words of one of his first commanders rang through in his head. “Fight. Fuck. Thrive. There is no better living.”

Railick lived by those words for many years but now they rang hollow. His frustration was building and he was relieved to find Ema had not returned. Mindlessly he went about the routine he had come to know while she was away - the tasks easing his burdens, calming his nerves. 

Soon things would not be so simple. 

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The Rat King proclaimed Teriaan the heir to the Kingdom. So conditioned is the Champion that he feels obligated to take over. Also, per the deal between the Sub Rosa Mistress and the Rat King, Teriaan has to inherit the Kingdom and run it accordingly. Besides, that’s the only life he’s used to. 

If he hadn’t found the King, at this point in time, he would probably be someone’s bodyguard or dead. He was found as a brawler in the Barrens, escaping his life as a noble and since he would never go back to the noble life of Silvermoon, he would be doing something similar to what he does now.

No, he would not be happier, unfortunately.

Unless he can be at peace with Kelsian. Then, that would be another story.

( The Kingdom Falls, Part 1 ) ( The Kingdom Falls, Part 2 )

A gentle breeze wafted through the trees and the rustling of young hound among the grass were the only sounds the very moment the portal broke the evening’s peace. The hound yelped away as two blonde women sprung from the magical whirl. Goldie rushed to Kelsian’s aid, making sure she was well. They both looked back and Evan appeared. The human made a quick note that they were not on neutral lands, recognizing Tirisfal Glades. He soon forgot about factions and turned toward the portal. When no one followed him, he grew worried.

“Come on… come on….”

The Kingdom Falls, Part 1

(( I Started A Joke - ConfidentialMX feat. Becky Hanson ))

The dark haired human mage walked toward the Rat King, smiling beneath his mustache. “I do hope you enjoyed your stay here beneath Dalaran, Rat King. Your time is up.”

The King laughed loudly. “Oh, really? Because you say so? Your threats don’t work, Parnell. We’ve gotten you and your brethren so many items that you would have never acquired without us. You think you can get rid of us that quickly? What, have you lost your veil against Jaina?” The King laughed, ignoring the nervous state his Circle was in.

“Oh, if only it was that simple, you fool. Khadgar is returning, Rat King. Do you understand what that means? It means that we won’t be able to hide you filthy cretins against him, and trust me, he doesn’t like a dirty home.” Parnell looked around, observing the moist sewer walls. “We need to exterminate the vermin.” He snapped his fingers and the soldiers dispersed into the sewer tunnels. Bright flashes of arcane magic lit up those tunnels, the Ratz hidden within screamed, their wailing echoing over and over in waves of torment. Parnell simply smiled at the Rat King, who furrowed his brows and clenched his fists. Behind him, Teriaan and Evan clenched their swords while the others watched in concern.

(This takes place right before Dalaran is moved over Karazahn)

They worked silently. Magic silenced their actions, their drills, their plans. The city’s largest rat trap was being created and soon, it would be time to exterminate the vermin. Mages and their soldiers made their way into the sewers, led by Magister Parnell, a human mage who had become the liaison between the Kirin Tor and the Rat Kingdom. He smiled and hummed as he walked down the tunnels and headed toward the Circle of Wills. The Ratz seemed alarmed and they began to tap on the walls, signaling danger. These alerts travelled far and as soon as they hit the main chamber, it was Teriaan and the Flea who noticed the message. The Flea rushed into his alcove and began to pack his bag.

However, the King didn’t move. He sat on the shanty steps with his Doll resting and leaning back between his legs, his fingers tangled in her red hair. He seemed oblivious at first but as the tappings continued, his smile slowly vanished.

“My King,” Teriaan said, “that’s not a typical warning.”

“Goldie, get Sarinna.”

The blonde elf ran to the King and her eyes widened. The night elf had been chained to the shanty wall for over a month now, naked, with her pregnant belly growing day by day. Goldie looked at Teriaan and then at the King, giving Mora a small glance. “Release her?”

The King sighed and turned back to giving Mora attention. Teriaan looked at Goldie, “Yes, release her and get her ready.” Goldie ran up the stairs and into the shanty, where she saw the night elf already rummaging through a nearby chest.

“Sar?”

“Goldie, quickly! We’re in danger!”

The messages described men and women in violet and soldiers in black marching behind them. The violet men were to be feared. This was something all Ratz knew from the simplest of creatures to the very King himself. The Ratz continued to tap out their messages, seeking shelter in the shadows and hoping that the violet ones would pass and leave them alone.

“We need to get the Ratz out of here,” Teriaan whispered to the King, his eyes gazing up at his small home as he planned on going up there and grabbing his wife, Kelsian. “I need to get her. The Mistress will be very upset if her sister is left here to die.”

The King sighed and gestured for Teriaan to go. “It probably isn’t anything. Fucking Ratz just scared of everything.” But Teriaan carried on, climbing the ladder to his small home and waiting before Kelsian opened the door. He saw her and whispered, “We’re getting out of here.” She looked confused as she sat up on the bed, her belly starting to show. Before she even asked, Teriaan said, “They’re coming. The Kirin Tor is coming and they brought troops. This can’t be good. Just take what you can and let’s go.” Without another word, she grabbed clothes, documents, and personal belongings, stuffing a bag. Teriaan grabbed the bed sheet and wrapped the rest of their belongings. Clinging on to his back, Teriaan climbed down the ladder and grabbed her hand, leading her toward the shanty.

She glanced at the King, who stared at her silently, and then she hid along the side of the shanty. “Wait here. The Flea will create a portal and we’ll get out. We’ll…” Teriaan stopped, hesitating a bit, and then as he caressed her face, he whispered, “We’ll go look for your sister, alright?”

The mages and soldiers walked into the Chamber and many of the merchants began to pack their belongings, hoping to get out before they were caught in the crossfire. It was at this point that the Rat King pushed Mora away from him and rose from the steps. Mora lingered near the shanty but the Flea emerged from the alcove with a bag and he gestured for her to get near him, where Teriaan had left his wife. Teriaan and Evan walked behind the King and they approached the mage.

“Magister Parnell, what a pleasant surprise. Last time you were here, you came to remind us who was in charge. What the fuck do you want now?” The King glanced at the soldiers and he smirked, “I doubt you need those idiots there.”

Magister Parnell smiled and walked toward the monarch. “I do hope you enjoyed your stay here beneath Dalaran, Rat King. Your time is up.”

A familiar tune rang from his lips as the crowds politely parted. Another day working for Sub Rosa. Good thing they pay so well, this is getting too easy. Railick thought to himself as he made his rounds, collecting protection money for Sub Rosa.

For months Railick settled into his day to day routine. At first some of the shop keepers had resisted but after a week or so they understood Railick was not a man to be taken lightly and so it went like clockwork. The shops paid their fees and the world kept spinning for them but Railick was beginning to wish that at least one of them would grow a spine. Just to spice things up a bit.

But ultimately he was unfamiliar to Sub Rosa. Even Xarriel who had a close connection with his father had spoken to him maybe twice? And even then it was all business. If he was going to get the more exciting assignments he had to earn her trust which meant roughing up the occasional shop keeper and enforcing her rule on the underbelly of Silvermoon. Even if his skills were not being fully utilized.

Railick entered the last shop on his route, a small shop specializing in exotic minerals and stones. The shop was empty, the keeper pouring over a map at a counter near the back “Afternoon shop keep.” 

The man jumped, not expecting company. Scrambling he stuffed the map he was looking at under the counter, recognizing Railick immediately. “That time again. One second. Just ummm, its right back here.” the keep responded nervously, his hands fidgeting with a hidden safe. 

Railick strode up to the counter, peeking over to catch a glimpse at the map the man had stuffed away, his curiosity peaked. Grabbing a corner, he pulled the map back onto the counter top. 

“What is this? I don’t recognize the land. And I have been around.” he asked

The shop keep tossed the gold on the counter, attempting to cover the map back up “Oh this? Old territory maps. Nothing really. Just an old historical map.”

In the blink of an eye Railick’s dagger was out and pinning the man’s sleeve cuff to the counter. “Is that so? Then why are you so eager to hide it? Tell me what it is or I will make sure that you can’t even hold a broom for the next 8 months.”

“Ahh! The broken Isles! Its the broken Isles!” the man blurted out. 

The Broken Isles? “You don’t strike me as an adventurer. Thinking about joining the big campaign against the Legion. I have seen what those demons can do, I doubt you last the initial assault on the islands. What are these areas you have highlighted?”

The shop keeper only protested slightly before Railick bent his fingers back on his trapped hand, breaking four of his fingers. “Noth AHHHHHH! FUCK! MY HAND.” Railick reached for the shop keeper’s wrists “Ok, ok! Me and the other shop keepers, we have been working together on funding an expedition there. We found some old prospecting maps and tomes. There are metals and stones there that have not been seen on the mainland in centuries.”

Railick nodded his understanding putting his dagger away and pulling the map away from the shop keep studying it. “Ah so you all finally figured out if you work together, you all win? Something like that?”

The shop keep stumbled back into the wall clutching his hand, his anger getting the best of him “Something like that. Then we can afford to band together and get rid of your protection racket. No more getting fucked over by well dressed thugs, we could operate freely.”

Railick laughed tucking the map away, “You really don’t get how the world works do you? MAYBE you can afford a group large enough to get rid of us but then someone else will come in. Or one of you partners perhaps decides he wants a bigger cut and has you killed in your sleep. I can’t believe you don’t know the cardinal rule of business.”

The shop keep spit in Railick’s direction, “Enlighten me then you goon.”

“Someone always gets fucked.” Railick spun, his dagger catching the man in the chest. Calmly Railick walked behind the counter, leaning down to retrieve his dagger from the dying shop keep. “If it is any consolation, none of your partners will be collecting there windfall of profit either.”

“Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.” - Washington Irving

It has been a rough night for me and for a lot of you who heard the news last night. I was contacted by Lily’s cousin and with a heavy heart, he has informed me that our beloved Lily passed away on July 7, 2016. Lily’s player was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer in June and while she and her family had great hopes, she unfortunately lost the battle. Lily’s player was a very private person when it came to her real life, so for that reason, this is all the information I will provide about what happened, but through the power of writing and ideas, we got to know Lily’s spirit, and for that I am sure we are grateful.

We can all remember logging into Tumblr in the morning and seeing her coffee posts praising the always-needed liquid gold she adored. In fact, many of us bonded over her love of coffee and boy did she choose some tasty looking memes. We also remember her positive perspective when it came to life. From what I gathered, she had found a comfortable position in her life and she believed in positive thoughts and vibes. Those of us who have her on Skype can recall her message: Be excellent to each other, from Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure, reminding us that we are all in this together. And that was Lily. She was always trying to bring out the good and positive in us. She was as fierce as the character was, and I’m pretty sure that the image of the tiger was not Lily alone, but her player as well, for I know she was protective and caring, like the gentle tiger. She would tell me about how she cared for her family and I know that many times, she would rise up and stand up for us if we needed that support. No one messed with her friends and family, and she made sure of that. Her writings were beautiful poetics and she knew how to weave a picture with words. The Asian inspirations of peace and serenity show us this zen that not only Lily wielded, but her player as well.

I can speak for myself when I say I’m heartbroken. I remember the Tiny Assassin, walking into the sewers to poke at the Rat King, only to have this woman do the impossible with a man who had given up on love. In real life, she would tell me that our friendship had helped her let go and open up, realizing that a friend can be there and not just disappear, like many of us have experienced before. I promised her I wasn’t going anywhere. Ratty wasn’t going anywhere. We would be here waiting for her. Ingame, she helped me achieve great lengths and I was so grateful for that. In RP, she helped me develop a character I love with a character who was simply amazing. In real life, she was online every single day, moment, second I was in the hospital. She stood beside me and I’m sure that if she was here, she would have held my hand through the entire ordeal. That’s the type of person she was. She bettered me and I cannot forget the moments we spent with each other. It was close to two years that I had known her and that we had rp’d and talked about life. When a person impacts you that strongly in that short amount of time, there’s something special about them and Lily was beyond special. She was a shining star in a world of darkness.

I feared this news so much. I sent her messages over and over since June and it aches my heart to think that she never saw them. Like many of you, I never got the chance to say goodbye and that hurts so much, but life carries on and Lily would not have wanted us to sit around and mourn, but rather celebrate those moments we shared with her. Her cousin said, “She did pass at peace and wouldn’t want you to grieve for the loss, but rejoice in the good times,” and that’s absolutely correct. We didn’t lose Lily’s player. We have her memories and her writing, and with that, she lives forever.

Do not forget her, the good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly. She was an amazing woman, writer, roleplayer, and above all, an incredible human being with a beautiful creative spirit. May she rest in peace and in our hearts.

@lilysaliao

It came as no surprise to me when I received Roland’s letter explaining his most recent predicament, he has always been a sort of liability to SR; his arrogance and inability to keep his dick in his pants often leads him to make foolish decisions.  He has been given more leeway than anyone else in the ranks only because by sheer dumb luck his idiocy has garnished positive results more often than not, but if he thinks I ever thought him a brilliant man he would be sorely mistaken.  

I had decided before receiving the letter that he had kept me in the dark, while pursuing his own personal agenda under the protection of my name, for the last time.  It was only happen chance that he got himself into a situation before I had the opportunity to inform him that he would no longer have free reign to do as he pleased.  

Now it seems he has found himself another infatuation in the woman who is keeping him safe; she will have her work cut out for her and considering that I have never even heard of her, she is likely of little to no significance.  She will soon find that his careless bravado and loose interpretation of loyalty goes only as far as it suits him; the pride he carries for his ability to keep an oath is a facade, something he brags about and hopes no one will question.  

What is loyal about a man who has turned his back on every allegiance he as ever sworn, who has never been faithful to a single woman, no matter how intensely he declares his love for her?  

A man who has been brought back into the folds and given numerous pardons for his indiscretions, one who was given his mortality back, even after he dismissed his previous loyalties and was nothing more than a walking corpse, and still abandons his savior for the latest piece of ass that catches is eye, is hardly a man with any standards of integrity let alone loyalty.  

I have brought Roland up from a mere soldier to the man he is today, everything he has and everything he is I have lent my name to.  Let him think he will walk away unscathed and take with him the success I have provided for him; it will be his downfall the day I call in the debt he owes me.  

Hide him well Ayami Cross, whoever you are; not even the saving grace of a so called Night Mother, will protect him from the darkness my vengeance against him will bring.  He will soon be reminded of the things he once feared of me, before he became far too comfortable; has he forgotten the things he has seen firsthand?  Let me remind him.  

Posted one every billboard, inn, and auction house.

“So much blood.”

“They attacked a Magister of the law?”

“Is he dead?”

“I can’t believe it was him…”

“… it was him… it was him…”

The night before….

The night sky was a perfect midnight velvet and the stars brilliant twinkled as nature’s unheard music played. The air was a cool breeze and the scene was calm. A perfect setting for a brooding Magister.

Caemris contemplated the eves events. His encounter with the Night Mother being foremost in his thoughts. A game changer she was in his plans to help restore what seems to be a lost child of greatness known as the Sin'dorei. Oh how such efforts he feels are in vain. A line of strong nobility now humanized, forgoing any form of culture and status they once had and traded it for activities he would find to and fro the streets of Stormwind. He didn’t know what to make of her now. The order amongst chaos or contributor to the problem? She wasn’t to be apart of his plans but now that she is here, he would need to find a place for her in his schemes. To better serve the people against the tide that comes. But with every tide, something washes up to shore and tonight as he entered his abode, he found five.

First was a whip in the air, latching to his arm followed with by another. Their attacks were quick and the markings on the wall gave sign that his magic held no dominion here. It inhibited his power so the brawn onslaught overwhelmed him. Now, bloodied to a pulp and on his knees, he was force into interaction with his assailants.

“Lord Magister Heartreaver…” Spoke the man in crimson who stared with cold eyes towards Caemris. “You have been poking your nose in places you shouldn’t. Such efforts didn’t go unnoticed… and unpunished…”

“If you are here to kill me than be quick about it. The more time you leave me here, the more dangerous I become. You think my power is what need to be feared? No. It would be my…”

“Intellect.” He was cut off by the appearance of a man dressed in cloak and hood. His voice baritone and nothing could be seen, not even his eyes. “Caermris Heartreaver. Real name Caemris Sungazer; one of four sons. Twin to Revalor. Magister of the dark arts. Though possessing such knowledge of the arts it is his intellect that is to be feared. It is what he knows that makes the man dangerous. I should know all to well.”

The figure then pulled a chair as they held the Magister down. Now six in the room. A woman with a whip. Rather psychotic in nature. “This one wishes to play with the Magister. This one wishes to bathe in his blood.” Yes, dreadfully psychotic. “I like his dress.” Caemris sneered at her. “It is a robe for the last time you dreadfully execrable cretin.” Five men. One tall burly fellow. Obviously the muscle. Two dressed in dark clothes. Stealth specialist. The others more or less cannon fodder save the man in red, and the dark figure speaking to Caemris. Caemris himself wouldn’t speak. HIs gaze shifted to the ground. The figure pulled parchments from Caemris’ pocket and began to scan them. “Celestine Winters….” Handing the parchment to the figure in red. “Our next target.” Good. The trap is set for the group. Least his companions will gain some upper hand in this. But by the time Caemris learns the true intentions, it might already be too late.

The figure loomed in closer, inches from the Magister’s face. “You will serve your purpose. To send a message. A warning for them to back down. To target a Magister is indeed very brazen. It will strike panic and make them all second guess.”

“If you think the dear Commander will back down, guess again. You will only strengthen his resolve and inspire his need to hunt you down.”

“How will he be so busy searching for us when he will be a wanted man?”

The plot thickens. More questions than answers. But before he could decipher anything…. everything…. went to black…

The next day, wide spread panic. Citizens outside his apartment servicing as onlookers as they drag out his body.

Blood everywhere on the wall and fellow Magisters begin their investigations and deliberate.

“It cannot be him. They are allies. Friends even, from what I was told.”

“His sword was found at the scene of the crime. He may have allied with Caemris to get close enough to him to do… this.”

“He has no motive. It makes no sense.”

“None the less, put the word out. A bounty for the head of Roland Nae'rth. He is a wanted man now for the attempted murder of Magister Heartreaver…”

The figure looked down from a rooftop as laughter echoed inside him. The manipulator’s game now begins…

@rolandnaerth @ayamicross @wolf-queen @xarriel-valmere

What is this? My shadows tell me there is wars going on and here I am sitting at home all this time? I have gotten to be too soft it seems. Even for myself and I hear the shadows hunger for a fight. My thoughts ran as a small smirk crossed my face.

“I have heard people ask…Where is Rowyn?”

“…Where has been all this time? “

“…No one has seen him it is like he fell off the face of Azeroth.”

“…What has happened to the Shadow Mender?”

Of course I have been tending to my son Nouri. No lovers anymore. I have only been with my son. I have treated him like my only son that he is. Taught him to fight with his blade. Although rather skilled and quiet my son is, he had the talents I missed using my own. It was high time this…ex magister came back. The world can’t go forward without a Shadow Warlock in sight…heh. First things first…there is a certain person I have to see.

@subrosawra

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