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The footsteps slowly closed in on the area, with the slight clanking of plate armor drawing near. I had a fear rising inside me, then was confirmed hearing Beloric's voice. My heart sank deeply. This wasn't happening.

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Beloric slowly approaches the middle of the room, "I'm here, Khasarah. Alone, just as you asked..." He looks directly at her, not fearing the others around him.

Khasarah smirks, "Beloric my dear... It has been too long... I hope you are as alone, as you say you are..." Khasarah then nods to a few guards to check the pathway into the room they were in. She then motions for a few others to take his weapons. "It would be helpful if you cooperate... I'm sure you understand. I can't have any foolishness." She smirks, "As much I do remember it." She then lightly chuckles.

Beloric eyes the guards around him, eventually handing them his weapons. He then looks back to Khasarah.

Beloric: "I have a proposal..."

Khasarah gasps and smiles, "Oh?... Please do enlighten me, darling..."

Beloric sighs and then continues. "I will give you what you want, but we do this my way... I'm offering myself in exchange for Ly's freedom to walk out of here, unhindered and alive..." he then looks sternly at Khasarah. "Should anything stray from this plan... I won't hesitate to do what needs to be done... This ends now... and you will never darken her door ever again."

Khasarah pauses for a moment, bites her lip, and smirks. "I'm glad you are finally seeing things my way, darling..." She then appears in thought, looking deviously. "I think your requests can be arranged."

Just then, the guards come back from scouting the cave. One of them, an orc, speaks.

Orc: "All is clear."

Khasarah smiles, pleased. She then slowly approaches Beloric, as her finger traces along his armor, making a complete circle around him, and looking him over. Beloric stands idle.

Khasarah: "I told you that we would be together again..." She then stands back in front of him and kisses his cheek, before backing up.

Beloric closes his eyes and finally speaks, "I demand to see her...now..." He looks sternly at Khasarah once again.

Khasarah smirks and motions for a few guards to grab the key from her hand, and then bring Lycandria to the middle of the room, in chains.

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I hear the guards footsteps close in, as I squirm a bit knowing what was to come. I still couldn't believe what was happening. I then notice my chains loosen, causing me to fall forward from being so weak. They detached me from the chains on the wall, but I'm still bound to a harness with all the locks still around my wrists and ankles. They pull me up, and slightly drag me with them, unable to walk as I normally do.

As I turn the corner, I see Beloric and Khasarah awaiting my arrival. I look into Beloric's eyes, and can see the pain in them, as he sees my condition. I'm then shoved to the ground in front of them, grunting in pain. Beloric begins to move toward me, but is then stopped by the drawing of blades, holding him back.

Khasarah: "Not so fast..." She smirks, and then orders her guards to stand down. Beloric stands back in place and looks down at me.

I then look up to him with sorrowful eyes, after catching my breath. My voice quivers.

Lycandria: "Bel... you shouldn't be here... Don't... do this..." Tears start to run from my swollen and beaten eyes.

Beloric looks down at me, holding the tears welling up in his eyes, "I have to..." he lightly whispers. Khasarah interrupts.

Khasarah: "The deal has been struck, this happens now or never, darling..." She looks at Beloric for an answer.

Beloric pauses and finally gives the nod. Khasarah nods to the guards behind me, and they unlock me from all my binds. I slump to the ground, and immediately fight my fatigue to get up to Beloric.

I wrap my arms around him tightly, ignoring the pain. He wraps his arms around me as well, as I begin to weep, not wanting to let go. I then pull back and look up at him fully, knowing it could be the last time I ever see him. My hands caress his face and I lean up to kiss him dearly, even with my busted and cut lips. The feeling of his lips against mine, I valued more than any other time we had ever shared before. I then whisper to him.

Lycandria: "We can run, right now... we can do this...together..."

Just then, I feel the forceful hands of the guards rip me out of his arms, dragging me away from the area. Beloric turns to me with tears in his eyes, as I'm screaming for him.

Lycandria: "No! NO!...Bel!... BEL!!!..... I LOVE YOU!!!" I scramble with every bit of fight I had left in me to get free, but I can't. I was too weak.

He looks at me and speaks, as they put him in a harness and binds, "You are free, now... and that's what matters... Have a good life, Ly..." He finishes as a tear finally falls down his cheek.

I continue to scream for him as I'm dragged away. I then see Khasarah reach into her pocket and activate a stone, opening a portal behind her and Beloric. I watch in horror as the both of them disappear before my eyes. The portal closes, and all that is left is Khasarah's unit. I then suddenly feel a cool wind rush through the cave, and the sound of arrows releasing behind me.

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Just then, I see Blindseer leap onto the back of one of the guards dragging me, as the arrows released from Amelia slam into the neck of the other. She comes racing up, accompanied by Electra, Gweneth, and Sorya. The League was here, they had been waiting.

I fall to the ground in a heap, face first. The League finally reaches me, as they prepare to slaughter Khasarah's unit. Amelia checks my condition, then looks up glaring at the Horn preparing for battle. Electra gives the command, as she looks down at me, then back into the room.

Electra: "Kill them for what they have done... kill them all..."

Amelia, Gweneth, and Sorya follow suit, as Electra stealths and enters the room. Amelia stands to guard me, while Blindseer follows the others.

I remain on the ground, feeling as if everything that could have gone wrong, just happened in front of my very eyes. I was in shock, I still didn't want to believe what had transpired. I wasn't ready to accept that I may never see him again. I just couldn't bear the thoughts, as they begin to torment me, much like the first time he was taken. I was reliving this hell all over again.

The thoughts of the life we could have had start to flood my mind. He told me one day he was going to marry me, and I remember just how it felt to hear those words release from his lips. Every tender kiss, touch, and moment we shared before, and now to think that life might never happen. How could it just be, gone? Absolute fear and despair begins to wash over me. I felt my will to live, slowly begin to leave me.

It was then I remembered the orc, Zul'fron. My heart spiked with fear. The League, they didn't know. I give my best effort to crawl back towards the room, as Amelia was still firing arrows into the room ahead of me. I crawled as fast as I could, hoping and praying I would reach her in time. I finally reach her boot, tugging at her and calling for her attention.

I then looked up as she released the arrow meant for Zul'fron. I look over to see him attempting to flee and stay clear of the fight. The arrow catches him in the throat, and I watch in horror as Blindseer pounces on him to finish him off. My heart sank even deeper into my chest, wondering how that was even possible. Not only did I lose Beloric, but now I failed to save a good orc, one that I come to call a friend. If it weren't for him, I don't know if I'd still be alive myself.

I hurt everywhere. I felt tired and weak. I didn't know how much more I could take at this point. This was starting to exceed what I had been trained for, in my days at the manor. My swollen and bruised face, fatigued arms, sore and sharp pains in my abdomen and ribs, hunger and thirst, and more blood lose than I could fathom. I was beginning to wonder if this was going to be it for me, but the fire inside has always given me the will and desire to fight before. I had to live... I had to escape this hell. This wasn't how I was going to die.

I lightly stir, as once again I'm greeted by the orc that had seemingly befriended me. He wasn't like the others. He didn't belong here. He once again offers me bread and water out of kindness, to which I thankfully accepted. I chewed and swallowed in pain, but thankful nonetheless. I finally ask him the same question as before.

Lycandria: "What is your name?"

He looks around for anyone watching us, then nervously answers, "Zul'fron..."

Lycandria: "Zul'fron..." I manage a smile. "I'm Lycandria... Ly for short."

He seems to slightly smile, though looks afraid to show it. I lightly sigh.

Lycandria: "You aren't like the others... I hope you know that." He looks around uncomfortably, his nerves seem to heighten. He sighs and looks saddened.

Zul'fron: "I now realize this is wrong... what she is doing..." There is a pause.

Lycandria: "You are better than them, Zul'fron. You don't deserve the way she treats you... Do you have a family... a lover?"

He just sits silently for a moment, then slowly nods in thought.

Zul'fron: "Wife... she was taken from me a few months ago... I long to see her again, but I was thrown into slavery for a time... That is where Khasarah found me."

I then sit thinking for a moment.

Lycandria: "If you could help me escape, I will help you as well. Do you think you'd be willing to..." he cuts me off.

Zul'fron: "No, not a chance... she will find out and kill us both..." he seems unsure and has doubts.

Lycandria: "Listen... I'm assuming Khasarah has the key to my locks, yes?" He eventually nods.

Zul'fron: "I don't know how I'd ever get it, without her knowing..."

I then smile at him, "I can help you learn..."

For the next few minutes, I explain to him the art of pickpocketing, and some common tricks of the trade. I taught him a few simple tactics that even a beginner could use. We then resume our conversation.

Lycandria: "So you think you can do this?"

Zul'fron: "I'm not sure... it's too risky..."

I then look at him, trying to pour my soul into his eyes to give him the confidence. I knew this was my best chance of escaping.

Lycandria: "Listen,... I want you to think about what it would be like, seeing your wife again, to hold her in your arms... You would do anything to see her again, wouldn't you?"

He mulls his thoughts over, and I notice a tear run from his cheek. "Of course... anything..." I try my best to smile sweetly at him.

Lycandria: "Do this... and I will make sure you see her again...I promise... You have heart, Zul'fron... don't you let anyone ever tell you otherwise."

He looks around for a moment, in thought. He then eventually looks back to me and nods, seemingly more confident. I smile at him.

Lycandria: "Remember, just like I told you... you will do good... I believe you can do this..."

Zul'fron: "As soon as she gets back and I'm able... I will get you the key..." He nods and offers an awkward smile.

Just then, voices and shouts start to fill the room. Zul'fron leaves quickly and assumes his position. It seemed Khasarah and her unit were just coming back. It sounded like their plan to lead my group astray in the pass had not worked after all.

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Khasarah: "You fools! How could you not follow these simple instructions!? I told you what was at stake... and you blew it!" she paces. "You are all worthless, peons! They could be here at any moment!"

Her unit simply stands in shame, however a few faces seem angry at her rant. A tauren speaks out.

Tauren: "I doubt you could have done any better..." Khasarah stops in her tracks, and stares him down.

Khasarah: "What was that?..." She then asphyxiates him in place, lifting him from the ground. Zul'fron sees this distraction as an opportune time, and moves to swipe the key from Khasarah. The others slightly take notice as he nears her, causing Khasarah to turn and see Zul'fron next to her. She releases the tauren, and glares at Zul'fron, pushing him backwards, falling. "What do you think 'you' are you doing?..." Khasarah steps into his chest.

Zul'fron grunts and looks nervously, and then thinks quickly, "I just think... this isn't the time for us to be divided... We... need to come together in order to repel the witch's unit."

Khasarah, still glaring manages an evil laugh and smiles, removing her foot from him. "Very well, young peon... Perhaps you are right... and it is nice to know, someone other than myself has some insight around here..." Khasarah turns back to her unit and smirks, offering fear to keep them in place. Zul'fron acts accordingly to hide suspicions of what he was really up to.

I slowly start coming back to consciousness, feeling the intense pain all over again as it washes over my senses. The blindfold seemed to be gone, though with my eyes now largely swollen, it was hard to make out anything very well. I did however hear the sound of someone near me, causing me to panic a bit. It was then I heard the voice of the orc before, who had beaten me. He was whispering as if he didn't want the others to hear.

Orc: "Don't be afraid... I brought you something." He narrows himself into what vision I had, presenting a chunk of bread.

Lycandria: "How... do I know it's not..." I look at him skeptically, and wince in pain as I try to adjust my body off the wall. He quiets me.

Orc: "Shh... don't let them hear..." He looks around us for a moment, then takes the piece of the bread and eats it. He holds out another chunk to my mouth. "It's not poisoned, I promise. And besides, Khasarah wants you alive..."

I give him a strange look for a moment, mulling it over in my head. He seemed very genuine, and my stomach couldn't deny the want for the bread. I took the chunk with my teeth and slowly chewed painfully. The bread tasted stained with my blood, but I was in no position to be picky. If anything, I was fortunate to have this moment, and certainly didn't expect it. He then offers a pouch to my mouth.

Orc: "It's water."

I could tell by looking at him, he had a curious concern for me. I wasn't sure why exactly, but it was obvious. I slowly take a few gulps down, wincing in pain after each swallow. I then sigh and try to find some sort of comfort. I sat studying him.

Lycandria: "Why are you doing this?" I whispered.

He looks around somewhat nervously, then looks at me and shrugs.

Orc: "She told me to keep you alive, but she didn't say how... This is all I know to do."

Lycandria: "Did she mention why?"

He shakes his head, and sighs a bit frustrated.

It was then I could tell that he wasn't the fighting type. It seemed like Khasarah was keeping him in the dark, and I wondered if she was doing that to more than just him. I now understood that when he beat me it was something he didn't want to do, however he had to follow orders, perhaps out of fear. My gears start turning, I knew this could potentially be a good way to get my hands on items to get myself free. I needed to earn his trust, and perhaps if that time came, I would spare him. Maybe he didn't know what he was signing himself up for when they met. Maybe so, or maybe I was wrong, but I had nothing but time on my hands to think and plan.

He then looks more nervously than before, moving to get up. I speak to stop him.

Lycandria: "Wait... what is your name?" He looks past me and around the wall to my back. He then looks to me regretfully.

Orc: "I have to go, she's back..." He walks off quickly, assuming a position he was likely supposed to be at.

I sighed lightly, and sat hoping not to see Khasarah anytime soon, though I'd never admit it. I then did my best to listen in on their conversation, as I hear Khasarah's voice nearing and entering the area.

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Khasarah: "We have the mage. I brought her here." She seems to be addressing her unit. "She is going to be instrumental to our success in throwing the witch's unit off our trail. She will be taking the blood we gathered, and dating it for the same time and day we snatched her in Duskwood." She then grins and continues, "I need a few of you to help spread this blood in such a way that it will lead them away from the pass, and into the swamp to the east. Her unit has a multitude of worgen, so this is a very necessary measure."

Khasarah looks around to her unit of Crimson Horn, and calls a few out. She then continues.

Khasarah: "Make the trail blend in naturally, we can't make this seem like a false trail. Everything must be done correctly for this to work."

She pulls out the vials of blood, and hands them to the mage, along with a decent pouch of coin. The mage takes the coin pouch, and moves to a more private area and begins her spell. Khasarah turns back to her selected unit.

Khasarah: "Now I want to be perfectly clear, if you are spotted or captured, you are not to return here. You will never speak of this place, is that understood?" She gazes to all of them, as they nod.

The mage walks back up with the vials after a few moments, then hands them to Khasarah. The mage then hands her some kind of stone. Khasarah almost gasps, then whispers to the mage.

Khasarah: "You have one after all..." she grins. The mage nods, and holds out her hand.

Mage: "It's going to cost you, but yes, exactly as you asked. Press the button here, and it will port you to the determined location you specified beforehand. Remember, this is a one way trip."

Khasarah nods, and gives the mage another pouch of coins. The mage takes it and smiles.

Mage: "A pleasure." She then steps away and vanishes, porting herself.

Khasarah gazes over the stone and tucks it in her pocket, now with much less coin. She then turns back to her selected unit, and hands the most responsible looking one the vials, which happened to be a tauren.

Khasarah: "Use them wisely, and start near the fork closest to Duskwood. Remember, lead them towards the swamp and across the bridge. I need this done immediately, tonight."

The tauren nods, "It will be done." He then motions for the unit to follow him, and they leave. Khasarah then looks over the stone in private once more, before gazing toward the direction of Lycandria.

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I then hear footsteps once again, cringing in my head. I knew it was her, it had to be. Khasarah finally rounded the corner and came into my view.

Khasarah: "My oh my... he did quite a number on you. You poor thing..." She grins in a cunning fashion. I do my best to glare at her.

Lycandria: "Can't do it on your own... can you?" She then matches my gaze. "You have to send one of your henchmen to do it for you." She then glares, followed by a smirk.

Khasarah: "You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

She then hits my gut forcefully. I grunt in pain and lean over. She then continues to pound into my gut, and a few times back on my face. By the time she is finished, I am dry heaving with blood coming from my face as well. I eventually collect myself, hearing her evil laughter at the sight of me.

Khasarah: "If I didn't have them do it, I'd kill you by accident, darling. You should be thankful..." She finishes with an evil smirk.

I finally look back up at her, glaring. I lunge toward her, but I'm held back by the chains. Khasarah then smirks, and delivers a few more devastating blows to my gut. The last one in particular hurt worse than any other before, as if she had broken one of my ribs. I slump to the floor, grunting and moaning in pain.

Khasarah: "One day you will learn, young Ravenholdt witch." She then pulls my face to hers and spits, shoving my face backwards as my head somewhat hits the stone wall behind me. She then walks off with a satisfied smile, since I had done the same to her days before.

I sat bloodied on the floor of the cave once again, fighting the emotions in my head. I silently start to weep, but it's interrupted when the pain hits my ribs. I once again seem to pass out from the pain, not remembering much after.

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My head hurts, spinning out of control. Everything is dark, though I don't believe I'm hooded. My face feels swollen and sore. My eyes feel tight, as if maybe a blindfold is around my head.

The air feels cold and damp, as well as the chill of metal around my wrists and ankles. It was then I realized I was barely clothed. Bandaging around my torso and the shorts under my armor were all that remained. I feel the cool dirt on my feet and between my toes. A musty smell and feel to my environment. A cave perhaps, I thought.

My arms stretched out about level with my head. I can slowly recognize the pain on my left arm from the axe wound. I sit with my back against some kind of stone wall. I can still taste the blood in my mouth.

I begin to wonder if I'm alone, or if someone is still watching me. I slowly make an attempt to move, rustling the chains lightly, holding me moderately but firmly in place. No one speaks, and no other sound comes out of reaction to me.

In the distance, I begin to hear echoing voices. Most of them seem Orcish in nature, maybe even a few Tauren. And then I hear that distinct, gastly and hollow voice of Khasarah. At first the voices seemed muffled, but as they drew near, it seemed evident that two were arguing. Something I did not expect.

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Khasarah: "What do you mean, you lost it!?"

Orc: "I'm sorry... It must have slipped off him, when we were travelling. It won't happen..." Khasarah cuts him off.

Khasarah: "Save it! You don't even realize what this means, do you? Just how bad this is..."

The orc looks down shamefully, under Khasarah's gaze.

Khasarah: "Now they will know who took her, should they find that necklace." She huffs. "So... pathetic..."

Khasarah seems to pace, thinking to herself for a few moments, before stopping and turning back to the orc.

Khasarah: "Since we don't have the same measures we used to have, back when Grimhoof was still alive, we are going to have to get creative in order to throw them off our trail... Do we still have that contact from Dalaran, the mage?"

The orc slightly shrugs, but nods. "I believe so... What for?"

Khasarah: "I have an idea, and we'll need her here. Mages have that gift of being able to arrive somewhere rather quickly." She smirks. "And we are going to need more blood... from both of them."

The orc perks up, "Both of them?" He follows Khasarah as she moves to the other Crimson Horn members. The wounded orc that had been stabbed in the back of the shoulder, seems to be propped up and lightly resting. The orc following Khasarah asks, "Why? What are you doing?"

Khasarah finds a few vials in a nearby cabinet, handing them to the orc. "Since you screwed this up... you are going to fix it. Take more of his blood and fill up at least two of these vials. When you are done with him, meet me over by the witch..." she can't help but smirk at the thoughts in her head, walking off.

The orc sighs, and lightly taps his wounded Horn brother, waking him. "Sorry, but I have to do this..." He pulls out a knife and slices across the wounded orcs shoulder. He grunts in pain and glares at the orc, as the vial is pressed to his skin to collect the blood starting to flow.

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As I hear the last of their conversation, I had a good idea as to where Khasarah was heading. I sat waiting for what was in store. Her footsteps neared, and then all was silent, very chilling and eerie.

Suddenly the blindfold was ripped from my eyes, and a bright flash followed as my eyes tried to adjust. Just as I was trying to finally have a look at my surroundings, she stands me up and savagely hits me in the gut. I grunt in pain, leaning over and losing my breath.

Khasarah: "How is everything feeling dear?" She smirks and pulls my face in front of hers firmly. "What's that? Not good I hear...?" She rears back and punches me in the face a few times. My head hangs down, blood pouring once again from my lips and eyebrows. She then pauses, I'm sure taking in the sight of me bloodied before her. "You should see yourself... you look pathetic, darling." I finally catch my breath and manage to speak.

Lycandria: "Go... to hell."

Khasarah responds with another blow to my gut. I wrench over in pain, watching the blood fall from my face and onto the floor of the cave. I was slowly starting to gather my surroundings when I could. Just then, the orc comes up with a pair of blood filled vials.

Orc: "I have his done." he hands them to Khasarah. She takes them and slides them into a holder.

Khasarah: "Good, now do the same for the witch..." She grins somewhat cunningly. "I want you to gather three vials this time, and... beat her senselessly. You already have a head start as you can see." Khasarah then seems to hand him something I can't make out. "I don't want Bel to be able to recognize her. When you are done, take a picture and give it to me with the vials of her blood." I then see her gaze fixed back upon me.

I figured she was getting in one last hit for good measure, but she reaches below my chin and rips the necklace chain around my neck. It was my mother's necklace she left for me, along with everything else that day. I immediately look up to her glaring.

Lycandria: "I swear... when this is all over... you are going to wish... you had never pissed me off..." I continue my glaring stare at her, even through the blood and pain.

Khasarah laughs mockingly, "Such passion young Ravenholdt, I'll give you that... But you still can't accept the fact, that you will never make it out of here alive, darling." Khasarah finishes with an evil smirk, then giving a nod to the orc. I glare at her as she walks off.

The orc looks at me, just before carrying out her requests. He then reared back as I closed my eyes, bracing myself. After the first few blows, I slowly begin to collapse, being hit from all directions it seemed. By the end, I can barely tell where I am once again. Blood is pouring from my face, that is now feeling numb and absent from my body.

I then finally hear the snap of the camera as I slump down to the floor, sitting in immense pain and bleeding. In my head I was screaming in pain, but the sound could never escape my mouth. I faintly noticed the orc taking my blood, mostly pouring from my right eyebrow. I was almost certain that my face was cut and bruised, in more ways than one.

My real fear was what they were trying to accomplish. I knew if Bel recieved any of these findings, he would stop at nothing to find me. In a way, I wanted him to come and rescue me, but I feared he might not bring help. That is exactly what Khasarah wants.

'Patrol had gone well', I thought as I rode off to the north from Darkshire. I had bad memories swirling around in my head from the past week's situation with Bel and the league. It didn't help that it made its appearance in our patrol conversation. It left me feeling empty. It was then that I heard a twig snap as I crossed the intersection that led to the manor just north of Darkshire. I had to check it out. Perhaps maybe we had been patrolling the wrong road.

I hopped from my horse and slipped into stealth as I normally do, slowly proceeding up the road toward the old Mistmantle estate. Spare the few normal ghouls in the area, everything seemed fine, yet too quiet. Something just didn't sit right. I made my way into the small house, only to find nothing out of the ordinary. But then, everything changed as a felt a chill up my spine.

A cool breeze moved through, a very eerie creak in the rotten wood floor, and an unsettling feeling. I peaked around the doorway back outside, seeing a few figures in the shadows. They were moving for the manor. I quickly wrote a few notes on a parchment I still had in my pocket. The breeze had shifted towards town. Should something happen to me, I had to give someone a chance to know.

Just as I was about to breech the doorway, I checked to see where the figures had moved. Only seconds had past, but they were gone. I crumpled the note up just enough to tumble, then placed it back in my pocket for the right moment. I look for the best route out of the estate, when suddenly I'm confronted by five figures. It was then I realized just who they were, the Crimson Horn. They had been waiting for me, it seemed.

I pulled out my daggers and readied myself, for what was to come. Two orcs, came forward immediately, seeking to trap me inside the manor. As most of my opponents are, they try much too hard to knock me down initially with a big blow. I dodge and spin from the first's back to face the orc following him, parrying his blade. I then sweep my leg backwards below him and hear his thud on the rotten wooden floor. The first orc came back for me, hitting me from behind toward the wall, which I proceeded to back flip off the wall behind him, and bury my dagger in his back.

The three others came rushing in after me, two of them looking to take me down by force. Within seconds I had deflected both just enough to slip beside them, only to have my foot caught by the orc still on the floor. The last one to join in pushed me back against the wall, where I fell. I then hopped up quickly as the four of them looked to corner me. Two came at me simultaneously, which pinned me back on the wall. I brought my knee up to the gut of the one on my right, and spun under the arm in the direction of the other one still holding me, taking him down on the one I had knee'd. I then quickly faced around as the other two looked to hack at me with their axes.

I dodge one blow only to get hit by the other, catching my left arm. I rolled between them, wincing in pain a bit, losing my daggers as I fell toward the door frame. I reached into my pocket and let the note go. It was the only chance I might get. Luckily, the breeze took it away quickly. I then felt the hands of both of the orcs around my ankles pulling me back into the middle of the manor. I reached for my daggers that had fallen, only to have my hands bound.

I then heard one last pair of footsteps enter the manor, and a chilling sound I'll never forget. It was her... Khasarah.

Khasarah: "Well, isn't this a treat..." She looks around at the struggle of the fight, then grinning down at Lycandria. "So, the mighty Ravenholdt witch can't escape everything after all... How very fragile of you."

Lycandria: "You had better pray the league doesn't find you... It will mean your end, you Sin'dorei bitch..." Lycandria grunts in pain.

Khasarah laughs mockingly. "Funny coming from where you are dear... and besides... I'm not going kill you just yet, not much fun in that." Khasarah motions for her orcs to stand her up. "My real intention is to make Bel come looking for you, only to be too late." Khasarah grins wickedly. "You do realize that we will be together again, right? And there is nothing you can do to stop it."

Lycandria spits in Khasarah's face. "You go anywhere near him, and I swear I'm going to..." Lycandria is cut off by a blow to her face by Khasarah. A few more follow, and Lycandria's head hangs bloodied. Khasarah glares at her angrily.

Khasarah: "It is timed you learned your place, young Ravenholdt witch. This is only just beginning for you..." Khasarah finishes with a final blow to knock Lycandria unconscious, as blood comes from her nose and face.

The Crimson Horn orcs tie and pick Lycandria up, placing a bag over her head.

Khasarah: "Good work boys. You two, carry the witch. You two, carry our fallen brother back. Leave no evidence behind. We have much work to do."