#eurynine

While I was offline, I had some time to kill. So I made a thing.

"...and that is the reason we need to do this for Silvermoon, even if it means keeping a large portion of the city cordoned off. Sending out members of the guard would only put them in potential danger, and lack of surety that the threat had been eliminated would put civilians trying to re-inhabit the area in potential danger. The Blood Knights are currently seeing to worldly matters and we do not have the option to have them fight along side the guard. Even if the Knights were available, while I would feel better about the extermination,  I would fear for our citizens safety until we have a fail-safe plan to put an end to the wretched infestation that has taken hold in the city’s broken western recesses." The General paused and looked out across the audience that had gathered to listen to the speech, raising his chin slightly as he heard murmurs agreeing with him. The continuous movement of his gaze paused momentarily at woman who looked as though she was hanging on his every word. Quickly surveying the rest of the crowd he finished off his speech reiterating how important Silvermoon’s citizens were, stating that his party’s plan was to continue withholding the western reaches of the old city for now. Cheers broke out as the general finished, raising his hand slightly to signal he was done speaking. His rival, Eurynine Primmling has spoken on this same subject earlier today demanding the people be given what was theirs. After all, who was General Phoenixguard and his men to keep the people from their rightful land? He turned, leaving the podium and the crowd before it. "General! That was fantastic! Did you attend Primmling’s speech earlier?" "I wouldn’t be caught dead at one of his rag-tag rallies," Al was quick to answer one of his political lieutenants. "Of course General, you just countered so many of his points I thought perhaps… sorry, General.  But, that was great, we’re all behind you!" "No need to apologize, I only said what needed to be said. I figured he would make it a point to say ‘give the people what’s rightfully theirs’, that’s always his line. Sometimes the people just don’t realize what’s good for them. What good is going back to the houses of their parents if they will be slaughtered by wretched beasts? Especially if the rumors about them organizing are true." That was a detail they had managed to keep quiet from the public. Even Eurynine agreed that it would only cause panic and possibly create vigilante types that would run in and get themselves killed without proper training. Reaching his office with a few of his men in tow, he paused and turned towards them. "Finish compiling the list of Blood Knights that will be returning next week and leave it on my desk I have a dinner to make it to tonight and don’t have time myself. I know it’s already late, but get that done and then come in after lunch tomorrow to make up for it." Though they had frowned to begin with, the ability to come in late the next day changed many of their minds. After all, it wouldn’t take them more than an hour to finish checking the list for corrections, then they’d have a whole half day off for it. In truth Alastor just didn’t want to be questioned about his dinner reservations and thought it would be the perfect distraction. "Of course General, see you tomorrow!" The three saluted and hurried into the office to make quick work of their assignment. Turning to leave, Alastor was surprised to see the same woman from the crowd waiting not far from the door to his offices. He wouldn’t have thought she was waiting for him, but she was looking right at him. He cleared his throat as he approached her. "Evening ma'am, is there something I can help you with?" "Oh, no, General Phoenixguard, I just wanted to thank you." She paused and offered a meek smile. Despite her timid gestures her sharp brilliant green eyes never left him. "What you said about keeping the population safe. I know a lot of them…of us, really want to retake everything that belongs to us, but if what you say is true about it being dangerous, then I’m glad there are men like you that care enough to do more than let us walk into the slaughter." Alastor was a little taken aback, her words were abrupt and to the point, but the play between her directness and the unassuming posture she took seemed out of place. "Well of course," he paused again and straightened his shoulders nodding, "there is nothing more important to Silvermoon than her people." She smiled and bowed her head slightly. "I just wanted to thank you in person. I’m very grateful to have met you, please excuse me." She waited for his nod and hurried past him. He turned briefly to watch her hurry past his office and around the corner. Something worth mentioning to Eury over dinner he thought.

Surwich wasn’t a town he’d keep to, the architecture was sharpand dull, dingy. While it didn’t have to be draenic buildings or architecturethere was just something off putting about this. Thick wooden beams, animalheads on walls, candle and fire lit rooms. He much preferred the magical lightsthat most cities and towns seemed to use now. But he still found himselflingering here.The dark portal was open, again, this time a blood red and from it pouredMaghar orcs, or at least that was his thought, or had been in the initialconfusion. Now they said it was open to a new Draenor an unblemished Draenor.An old home, at least the last place he’d dared call home.Don’t go. Don’t leave me. I don’t want tolose you.He knew these words, had heard them many times, but it had been decades sincehe’d heard them directed at him. Curiosity burned within him was it true? Wasthere another Draenor, how was it possible? Who would be there, who was onDraenor? Was this a portal to the past? The dragons had retreated though anddidn’t their abilities only work on Azeroth? He didn’t know.His Imp though, she didn’t want him to go. In fact she was off now trying toconvince another, his Mevar to stay as well. Her collection, Taeriix was withher though. Conflict stirred within him, he wanted to know. Promises ofhappiness from the past had been offered to him before, he knew they weren’treal, it was all too good to be true. It would only be more pain and torment,more traps to be snared in. Even still he couldn’t shake the thoughts from hiswandering mind. Would she be there?

The smuggler brightened, looking Eury over from toes to hair where he stood. “Alright. Deal.”

Packing his things from the inn at Silvermoon as he and the priest were leaving the city behind to find Shame and go flower-picking, Daephrin walked into the tiny bathroom that the inn considered a serviceable en suite offering. The room was an olfactory assault - almond and beeswax and spearmint and lavender, and just the faintest undertone of Dae’s own bay-rum-and-lime cologne. His eyes watered a little as he tried not to breathe too deeply of the evidence of the priest’s fastidious nature. He liked it - just not in quite such a heavy dose. Working fast before he ran out of breath, he stuffed his comb and his toothbrush and his shaving kit into his bag. As evidenced by the black scruff on his jaw, he certainly didn’t use the straight razor inside for shaving very often.

  They both died.

Mosur: HAH

Potion takes twelve hours to take effect. Effects last 48 hours. Ingestion of a second potion while effects still active will make effect permanent. Best if potion is taken with meal before bed. Eury read the instructions over again and looked at the two bottles he'd bought. They had been expensive, very expensive, but hopefully they would be worth every penny. He bit his lip again and tucked one away in the bed stand on his side of the bed. Alastor wouldn't be back until tomorrow so he could let the potion take effect before the paladin arrived. Eury had a late meal and fingered the potion's cork. He'd already spend the money and committed to this idea. Why suddenly was he having butterflies? He worried Alastor wouldn't like it, maybe he'd be disgusted...no, no that wouldn't be the case. Weirded out maybe. He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth rocking it back and forth. Finally his sense of confidence returned and he twisted the cork free of the ornate glass bottle. With only a second glance at the purple shimmering liquid he turned it up letting it pour down his throat. The concoction didn't taste that bad, for what senses the priest had. The taste was just on the cusp of bitter, a thick flavorant in it tasted vaguely fruity but was masked by sharp taste of the herbs used in the concoction. He was sure without the sweet additive it would have tasted even worse. Eury felt the butterflies returning as he set the empty bottle down, a slight residue remained in the bottle still shimmering against the dinning room light. Exhaling he finally stood and took his plate to the kitchen, he busied himself unlike normal and cleaned his dishes putting them away. His original plan was to go to bed soon after and wait till the morning but now he found himself pacing the apartment and straightening every item he found. It was well into the morning when the priest forced himself into the bed. By this time he was actually so exhausted he didn't bother to change clothes or crawl under the blankets. He simply collapsed on the bed and drifted off to sleep. Eury woke with a start and sat up. There were no sounds of Alastor home and he wondered the time. The priest crawled out of bed and wandered into the washroom to wake himself up. A smile broke across the priests face as the effects of the potion met him in the mirror, suddenly any worry he had experienced faded and he set about readying the apartment for the return of his love.