#cayeli

Draggka: *sigh* I hope Saurfang’s death not be in vain. Tings look better, but dere still be wounds on both sides. And Sylvanas still be out dere. Tink it be better to lie low ‘til da baby be born.

Dranka: Argh, we lost Saurfang. Be good dat Sylvanas is no longer Warchief, though I worry ‘bout her still lurking around somewhere. Don’t know if dis ceasefire is gonna last though...

Harnaka: Saurfang finally got his honourable death, though the Horde is without a Warchief, again. Now what do we do?

Elizabone: ...Sylvanas just...abandoned us. Did she even care for us at all? Or were we just a useful army between her and her Final Death? ...Maybe it’s time the Forsaken forged a new path without her. Perhaps we should reconvene a new Desolate Council again...

Aiyaona: At least only Saurfang died to dethrone Sylvanas. But we are left without a Warchief, and I doubt the kal’dorei and Gilneans will be satisified with Sylvanas still being at large...

Cayeli: How far Sylvanas has fallen. Not only forsaking the Horde, but her own people as well? Either time hasn’t been kind to her, or that evil dagger is doing things to her. Whichever it is, she’s still left us with a wealth of problems to sort. Wars don’t end all wrapped up in a nice bow...

Tinkerspring: Wow. So Sylvanas doesn’t give a shit about anyone, not even her own people? I’m surprised, but also kinda not. She seemed that kinda woman. But I guess the war’s over, yeah? Even though she’s definitely still out there ready to do Evil Dead stuff? Yeah.

Jeipuh: We can’t let Sylvanas get away. Even though she’s lost the power of Warchief, she’s clearly strong enough to kill an orc in one blow, and who knows what she could do unfettered! We must stop her, if only to hand her over to the night elves for her punishment.

Lasai: *drinking copious amounts of arcwine* Let me know when we’re going to deal with the sword stuck in the planet, or the being of unfathomable evil that’s been released from the planet’s core.

Ximarra: Well...that happened.

Jala’wi: Sylvanas may have been dishonourable, but de Alliance still invaded our lands and killed my people and King. We have bigger threats ahead of us, but dere will be justice. Eventually.

Vandorn: I don’t give a shit about the Horde. Teldrassil is still dead and my people have lost two homes. All that matters is finding and killing Sylvanas. I will kill any Horde in my way.

(I got nothing except shenanigans.)

“Remind me whose idea this was again?” Cayeli asked, looking down the line of her friends, her hawkstrider fluffing its blue wings.

“Oh, a crazy idea that might result in injury or death? That’ll be one of Draggka’s then.” Elizabone commented, perched on her eerily still dreadsteed.

“Hey!” The troll cried, craning her head to glare at the Forsaken from on top of her venomhide ravasaur.

“Oh no, she’s right.” Harnaka grinned. “You’re always been the troublemaker in this group.” Her frost wolf shifted underneath her eagerly.

“An’ Tink isn’t?”

“Excuse me?” The goblin arched an eyebrow. “You’re the one dragging us into all these things. Also I’ve half a mind to give the others a headstart now.”

“You could, but den I might forget to tell Bane here dat ya not be food...” Draggka said, the ravasaur swinging its head towards the goblin and gnashing its teeth greedily. The brown wolf Tinkerspring was riding to give her extra height snarled back at it, baring its teeth.

“Come on, let’s not start a fight before the race has actually begun.” Cayeli said. “I’d prefer to try and beat you all without resorting to my fists.”

“Yeah, it be no fun brawling against a monk.” The hunter said. “Or Harnie.” She looked at the warlock. “I could take Liz, though.”

“Hey, I might look like a fleshy bag of bones, but I’m a very well-held together fleshy bag of bones” Elizabone retorting, pointing a bony finger accusingly.

“Ahem.” They quietened when Tinkerspring cleared her throat. “Alright ladies, enough bickering, let’s set down the rules. Pretty simple, really: the first person to get down the mountain, dodging bears and harpies, to where Aiya is by the old Bloodtotem area will win.” She folded her arms. “Now, I’m pretty sure I don’t need to tell you that you need to win fairly, but I better just remind you so we knew where we stand.”

She gently nudged her wolf to walk forward down the line of riders. “Cay, you’re not allowed to paralyse anyone, and nor giving your hawkstrider any ‘go-faster’ brews.”

“They don’t exist, but I won’t paralyse anyone.” Cayeli said, bowing her head.

“Draggka, no Aspect of the Cheetah, and definitely no laying of traps to slow people down.”

“Don’t worry Tink. I be wanting to win fairly.” The troll did the same, soothing her ravasaur’s anxious shifting.

“Harnie, leave the elements out of this. No speeding up with the wind, and no earthgrasp totems.”

“Fair enough.” Harnaka nodded.

“And Liz, you know what I’m going to say. Don’t put the fear of god knows what into people, and don’t cheat using your portals.”

“As if I’d do that!” Elizabone’s eyes widened, resting a hand on her chest.

“You’re a warlock.” The shaman reminded her.

“How rude. You’re lucky I don’t have my succub-” Elizabone began.

“No demon summoning either!” Tinkerspring yelled.

“Ugh, fine.” The Forsaken narrowed her eyes at the orc. “You’re going down.”

“Wait, isn’t her dreadsteed technically a demon?” Cayeli piped up.

“No demon summoning other than her demon horse!” The goblin replied.

“He’s not just a ‘demon horse’! He’s a dreadsteed from Xoroth!”

“Oh, for the spirit’s sake!” Draggka cried, jabbing her heels into the sides of her mount. It gave a triumphant roar and sprang forward, much to the loud consternation of her friends.

The hunter didn’t care, lowering her body to the ravasaur’s back and watching the foothills lurch closer with every powerful stride. The howl of the frostwolf sounding out from behind her signalled that her friends were now on the move too. The troll genuinely didn’t know who would win; most of their mounts were bred for stamina, not speed, with the only exceptions being her venomhide ravasaur and Elizabone’s dreadsteed.

Of course, they were now all out for her blood after her little stunt. Draggka had been honest when she said she’d wanted to win fairly, but sometimes her friends could get caught up in their bickering and they needed an ‘outside influence’ to get their minds back on track.

The hunter glanced back to see her friends charging down the hill behind her, Harnaka and Elizabone in front with Cayeli following behind.

“Draggka! You cheating bint!” The Forsaken hollered.

“Got ya moving though, didn’t it?” The troll called back, looking back to make sure she wasn’t going to ride into a tree. They’d never let her live it down for the rest of her life.

“Laugh all you want Drak, but well all know who’s going to lose in the end!” Harnaka cried.

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“The Hammer of Khaz’goroth.” Khadgar breathed as Mayla Highmountain placed the Pillar of Creation on the pedestal, set aside by the Council in the Chamber of the Guardian. “You say your people have protected this artifact for generations?”

“Yes, until Dargrul’s theft and the death of my father.” Mayla replied. “If not for the skill of your champions, I doubt we would have gotten it back.”

She turned to look at the group of five Horde champions behind her. Draggka, the troll hunter, smiled and bowed her head respectfully to the chieftain, even as she rubbed her raptor Spike’s head, and glanced at her compatriots. Harnaka, the orc shaman, stood on her left, a purple bruise swelling one orange eye shut, and by her side was Cayeli, a blood elf monk who still somehow managed to look poised and immaculate despite the group’s rough adventure and the bruises forming on the glimpses of tanned skin. Standing at Draggka’s right was the contrast of the diminutive goblin priest Tinkerspring; whose personality more than made up the deficit, and the much larger form of the Sunwalker Aiyaona, whose smile was the smallest and most shy of the group, although her eyes told an altogether brighter story.

“When you first set foot upon our shores,” Mayla spoke, “I prayed to the spirits, asking if you could be trusted. By helping to reunite our tribes, you have proven yourselves true friends to our people.” The tauren looked back to the Hammer, now hovering in magical stasis. “For us, the Hammer has always been a symbol of unity, a reminder of our proud history. But in your hands, it will serve a greater purpose.” She looked back to the group. “On behalf of the tribes of Highmountain, I entrust the Hammer to you and your allies. May it strike true at the hearts of the enemy.”

Mayla paused a moment, her ears flicking. “The spirits whisper that our fates are intertwined. My people stand ready to aid you in the war against the Legion.”

Khadgar bowed.

“We are honour to have your support, High Chieftain,” he said, voice soft but strong. “We will guard the Hammer with our lives.”

Mayla’s head tilted forward in a bare hint of a nod.

“I have no doubt of that.” She replied.

“If no-one minds,” Aiyaona suddenly piped up. “Would I be allowed to accompany Mayla back to Highmountain? I-I know she has her own guards, but the Legion...” She trailed off, her brief boldness retreating under everyone’s gaze.

“I would be grateful for your company, Aiyaona.” A slight smile graced the High Chieftain’s lips. “We best return to Highmountain now, in any case.”

“Of course.” The Sunwalker nodded, glancing to her friends. “See you soon.”

“See ya soon, Aiya.” Draggka smiled. “Safe travels.”

The two tauren took their leave, starting a low conversation in Taur’ahe just before they stepped onto the teleporter, and were gone in a flash of magic. Khadgar looked to the rest of the group, one silver eyebrow arched quizzically.

“Aiya’s glad to be among tauren that don’t see her as coming from a tribe of traitors.” Harnaka explained, going to rub at her swollen eye before Cayeli swatted her hand away.

Draggka nodded.

“I don’t be blamin’ her. I not seen her dat happy in a long time. ‘Sides, she be better placed den us to be understanding dem better.”

“Certainly.” Khadgar agreed, glancing to the Pillar of Creation. “One down, four to go.” He grinned widely, one that reached his eyes and made them gleam. “Excellent work, all of you.”

“Tanks.” Draggka grinned back. “Though it be mainly Aiya an’ Tink who got us through dat.”

“Aw, shucks!” Tinkerspring waved her hand in feigned embarrassment, whilst her grin just as wide as Khadgar’s. “But you were fine. Those two, on the other hand...” She pointed at Harnaka and Cayeli.

Finally got Cayeli’s heritage appearance! She looks fabulous - and you gotta look fabulous if you’re beating people up with your fists.

The whole questline has unfortunately brought into stark relief the comparisons between what Arthas did and Sylvanas is doing, and despite the tragedy of her death, Cayeli thinks its time the Warchief goes to her final death.

I don’t often post pictures of my alts, but I’m levelling my belf for the heritage armour, and for the first time ever, I decided to do a holiday-esque transmog.

Thus, this lovely Lunar Festival transmog. With fetching swords. It’s very appropriate for Cayeli, because she is very vain - she might be a monk, and thus akin to getting into the thick of things and punching them, but she wants to look drop dead gorgeous whilst doing it.

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Zangarra Tower, this must be the place. Draggka looked up at the tall building ahead of her. She knew that Dalaran University was an odd place, what with calling its members the ‘Kirin Tor’, but she’d not imagined one of its buildings would have a fungi theme to it. They were chalked in blue against the brickwork, or painted on the inside of the windows, and rather tastefully too.

That said, she probably would have fitted right in, with her dark brown skin, orange eyes, large mohawk of blazing red and leather jacket with hiking ensemble. And if that wasn’t enough, she had her trusty Rottweiler Spike by her side, who was sitting watchfully beside her, sniffing eagerly at his new surroundings.

“Hey, Draggka!” She turned her head to see a tall, athletic tanned woman running over to her, dressed in her red and gold yoga pants and tank top. Spike perked up immediately, wagging his tail. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask the same about you, Cayeli.” Draggka grinned back, looking her friend up and down as she fussed Spike. “I thought your yoga classes were further out from here?”

“Yeah, but Harnie asked me if I could fetch some things for her. She’s doing a smithing course in the uni as well.” Cayeli blushed, her golden eyes belying her evasiveness. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Oh, I saw they were offering an entry-level engineering course.” Draggka offered Cayeli the course information she had. “I’ve always been interested in it. That and I need something to do whilst I’m taking time off from the reserve.”

“So for your holiday, you’re studying?” Cayeli raised an eyebrow as she skimmed the piece of paper. “God, you are so weird.” She frowned then. “Hey, it didn’t say anything about them letting Spike in.”

“It’s fine, I got permission from the tutor. He said so long as Spike doesn’t disrupt things, he’s fine.” She scratched behind the dog’s ear, his tongue lolling out.

“I’ll believe that when I see it.” Cayeli grinned.

“Hey! Spike is perfectly well-behaved unless he senses trouble!” Draggka retorted. “Without him, I couldn’t have done the things I have. And no-one complains when he alerts us to danger...”

“That’s true.” Cayeli nodded, before glancing at her watch. “Oh shoot, I better go! See you later!”

Draggka waved her friend goodbye, before she and Spike made their way into the Zangarra building, navigating their way to their assigned classroom. It was still early, with the door locked and the room empty and dark, so Draggka settled against the wall to wait, Spike sniffing around his new environment.

She hadn’t settled there for anything longer than a minute before a deep voice called to her, making her jump.

“Ah! You must be Draggka!” She looked up with a start, Spike making an aborted ‘boof’ bark in surprise.

The approaching man was tall, with a long blue overcoat over casual clothes from about a decade ago, a large satchel slung over his shoulder and holding a cane which had an imposing bird carved into the top of it, although he didn’t seem to need it to walk. He looked to be in his late forties or early fifties, with thick grey hair and bright blue eyes. But what was most eye-changing were his facial scars - normal wrinkles around his eyes and mouth had been exacerbated by angry acid burns, warping him like a tree and making him look more elderly than he really was.

Despite his arresting facial features, he smiled warmly at her.

“And this is your companion Spike, I presume.” He glanced to her, eyes bright. “Is it alright if I pet him?”

It took Draggka a couple of seconds to get her words together and to stop staring at his scars.

“Oh, yeah! Yeah, you can pet him, if he wants you to.” She nodded, letting the dog pad over to sniff the man’s outstretched fingertips. Draggka smiled as Spike licked them, which the man took (correctly) as permission to fuss him. “I’m sure I’ve seen you before. Are you Professor Khadgar?”

“Yes, that’s me.” Khadgar flashed her a wan smile, scratching Spike behind the ear. Draggka blinked.

“Wha...No offence, but you closed down the Dark Portal corporation three times! You’re one of the foremost experts on forensic chemistry. What are you doing teaching a beginner’s engineering course?”

Khadgar chuckled ruefully.

“The same could be said about you, Miss Draggka.” His eyes roved over her face thoughtfully. “Did you not catch serial arsonist Deathwing and helped disband his Twilight’s Hammer thugs? I remember hearing Go’el singing your praises in the media.”

Draggka blushed.

“It wasn’t just me. My friends helped me track him down too,” she said shyly.

“Ah, but you are the one seen grappling him to the floor in the reserve, after the police chased him from Wyrmrest Cathedral.” He smiled. “Much like I was front page after identifying the link between the Orcish Horde drug and the Dark Portal. It was Turalyon, Alleria, Kurdran and Danath who did all the groundwork to shut it down.”

“What happened to Medivh?” Draggka asked quietly. “I remember that he was your mentor, but also that he was their top scientist."

Khadgar sighed, his age suddenly appearing full force on his features.

“He was, but not by choice. He was being blackmailed into helping develop Orcish Horde by Sargeras, a notorious criminal in every sense of the word, who founded the Dark Portal, but fled before he could be arrested,” he explained. “We didn’t realize the whole story about Medivh’s involvement until he was in custody. He was merely a scapegoat, so browbeaten and manipulated that he turned on his own trusted friends.”

Khadgar waved a hand over his face.

“Including me. I tried to help him, tried to convince him to stop, become an informant, but in his desperation, he threw one of the experimental chemicals at me. It was a miracle it didn’t strike my eyes, but as you can see, it burnt me badly, and my hair has turned permanently grey. I looked sixty at the tender age of twenty-two.” His smile was sad. “At least I think I have grown into it.”

Draggka frowned sadly, even Spike looking equally forlorn.

“I remember when Medivh was let out on parole. It was...pretty ugly.”

“I was overseas at the time, giving lectures.” Khadgar frowned. “But I can imagine the residents did not take it well that a convicted drugs manufacturer was essentially walking free, after so many people were sickened or killed.”

“No. But he disappeared soon after. Whether they had to change his name, or he moved elsewhere, I don’t know.” She shrugged.

“I don’t know if he’d want to talk to me even if I knew where he was, but...” Khadgar sighed. “I knew him before all of this. He was a good man, a wonderful tutor. Forced to do terrible things.” He shook his head. “Anyway. Enough morbid talk of the past.” He fished a key out of his satchel, unlocking the door. “After you and your companion, ma’am.”

“It is alright to bring Spike in, isn’t it?” Draggka asked. “I mean, I asked and they-”

“Of course it’s fine!” Khadgar smiled brightly. “I said as much in the letter, didn’t I? Though you probably didn’t realize; I use a pseudonym after all. The others were a bit po-faced, but I know you from the Cataclysm investigation.” His smile widened into a grin. “And I really love dogs too.”

Spike barked excitedly, Draggka rolling her eyes, unable to stop a smile of her own sneaking on her lips.

“The others will get pissed if you show favouritism, you know,” she said, opening the door and holding it for the professor.

“You have a dog, they’ll totally understand.” Khadgar said, setting his satchel down on the main desk and pulling his laptop out.

“I suppose so.” She nodded, leading Spike to a table he could lay under and not disturb others, the Rottweiler thumping his body down heavily, his eyes on the door.

“Also, because you took down Deathwing, I’m expecting high standards of your work.” Khadgar said, his grin mischievous.