#klocia

Alla,

I hope this letter finds you well, and well rested. Again, I thank you for your assistance and you'll be delighted to hear that I'm back to myself - I remember. However, there are a few things I chose to block out, saving them for another day.

Klo has made contact with me via a letter. She ran off a few months back while we were still in Draenor after learning something of A.T. possibly being alive. Per her last letter, A.T. is alive but held captive. I hope to learn more soon once she finds me in the city.

These past few days I've spent sharpening blades and patching up armor, readying for anything. My little vacation is coming to a close, the engine is gearing up once more.

I pray things are well for you out there, in that strange land. I implore you to write to me if there is anything you need sent to you, looked out for, or done here at the homeland while you are away.

If the bribe was taken, you should receive a package with this letter. Inside you’ll find a few flasks of dwarven ale, some assorted candies, playing cards, and a pack of my best homemade jerky.

Until the next time we hear from each other, may the sun guide and shadows hide you, 

- Fen

p.s. - That favorite beer of yours will be here waiting for you when you return.

Was mentioned by the lovely Klocia. Lets see how interesting I can make this...

1. My eyes change color slightly depending on what color shirt I am wearing. But their default color is green. 

2. I'v been playing WoW since the release of Wrath of the Lick King. Even so, I only started Role-Playing as of late last year.

3. Tendrokos was never made to be what he is now. I made him for another group, but they bailed and I ended up joining Fen's guild way back when, and I build him and his backstory around that guild and Fen.

4. Some people claim me as an old soul, seeing as I smoke a pipe every once and a while, I enjoy old literature such as Shakespeare and music as early as I can find it, and overall do not act like a normal 19 year old. Granted that doesn't mean I can't or don't act my age sometimes.

5. My default username (Raylex13) was created from my very first character in WoW, a 55 human warrior. He only made it to 55 because I created a Death Knight and deleted Raylex from some dumb childish reason. So I used his name as my username from then on to remember him in a sense.

6. I am absolutely addicted to anything that is tea and coffee. Usually its coffee in the morning, with unsweetened iced tea as my default drink during the day. Sometimes I have coffee or hot tea in the evening, depending on the weather.

7. I love reading books, anything from fiction or nonfiction that sparks my interests. I haven't had much time these past years to read as much as I would like to.

8. Since I was old enough to hold a mouse I have been playing video games, I built my own computer a few years ago and have about 200 games in my steam library. I'm what you call a game hopper, I like to try lots of different games, but only a select few that I can really sink into and put the time in to be considered "good" at it.

9. Once when I was skiing a few years ago, I blacked out going down an icy hill. I woke up 40 minutes later at the bottom of the hill, -standing- on my skis, with half my face busted up. To this day, I have no idea what happened.

(Lynara and I wrote this on a google doc together. Just wanted to make that clear before anyone tries to claim otherwise.)

(Other than that, enjoy.) 

Tendorokos would stand on the dock of Ramahen in Uldum. He watched the waves rolls softly due to the slight breeze. He had spent the last few months with Lynara, traveling and showing her anything and everything. He told her everything he knew, hoping to grow her intellect. Tendrokos stood just a few feet from the edge, his hair blowing softly. He had always loved this place. Perhaps it was the dry, ancient atmosphere of it all that he liked. He takes a deep breath, taking it all in once again. He was dressed in his casual red robes, the sleeves missing due to the heat. His gloves and hood were off as well.

Lynara was in her white robe since she has not been out enough to find a better pair. She looked at the odd creatures that were half beast and half man. She shook her head a bit. “Looks like a mage polymorphed them.” she knelt down on the dock looking into the water and seeing gigantic fish. Teloch perched on Ten’s shoulder like he normally did. As if he was their little look out. Her eyes filled with wonder at the strange land. She winced slightly as one of the creatures passed. She let out a small huff. “I have trained with my mind to long.. and now I breach everyone's mind… its become hard not to…”

Tendrokos glanced at her, smiling. “You have to learn to control your powers now that you know how to use them. Its the skill that most forget to mention once you start.” He nods to himself, waving a hand. “Sometimes others will posses the same power, and if they feel a presence on them, they won’t hesitate to attack your mind. They will think someone is trying to attack them, and they won’t wait to question. Half the reason you learn to control it is for that alone, also its a breach of a person’s privacy. You should only do it when absolutely necessary.” He would then sit down by her, his eyes now back to staring at the water.

Lynara pointed to a drooling Orc just down the way. “You mean someone like him?” he was another priest, who had his tongue rolled out of his mouth. His body limp as his eyes which looked almost dull. She merely laughed a little. “He was weak in the mind… he begged me to let go… I just made him have a dream that he was a gnome.” she giggled a bit and leaned against Ten. “I have learned to change the shadow.. and use it in other ways… like cutting fruit or bread.” she grinned. “Now I have no need for knives and forks.” she stuck her tongue out at him, nodded lightly. “Silvermoon gives me headaches when I lose control of my mind..”

Tendrokos looks at the orc, sighing at Lynara. “You can’t do that. Only if someone asks you to invade their mind -or- if its absolutely necessary.” He waves a hand at the orc, dispelling all magic on him and having him slip into a deep sleep. With that out of they way he focused on Lynara again, who had leaned against him. He smiles as she talks about using her new shadow abilities. “That's good, keep practicing. We will need to refresh your memory with healing spells and such as well.” He looks up at the clear sky above him. “We should probably head back to Silvermoon soon. We have been away for almost two months now. The others will probably be wondering where I went, and knowing them, they probably got into some kind of trouble.”

Lynara sighed and nodded. “Alright… but.. let me say this.. we need to ward the home.. so I don’t have to focus all the time on trying to keep my mind from going into those below us.” she shifted her weight to look into the water again. “You mean Fen and Klo? The two who are a little bit crazy you said?” she looked back to him with a smile. “You told me I can’t toy with them.. since they would take that as aggression?” she furrowed her brow. Knowing that she had a few mental relapses while on their travels. “What if I shift back into a memory when I meet them?” she had a worried look on her face.

Tendrokos shakes his head. “I don’t mind you meeting Fen or Klo. Just wanted to educate you before you met them. If you happen to shirt back into a memory they will understand why. They have seen worse, trust me.” He smirks. “As for the ward, I can put something up for the time being, but once you get the hang of controlling your mind, I will remove it.”

Lynara nods and smiles. “As you say father… I am still curious in.. why or how it was so easy for me to pick up the shadow.. it feels like its already apart of me.. as if I am it. Each time I pull on it, it becomes easier and easier… I fell back into the shadow when I slept… I woke as if the darkness was around me like a veil. When I saw you asleep I eventually came back to myself… is there a possibility that I will lose myself into the shadows and not remember where I am… or is that just the fact that my mind… was fragmented that badly when you found me?” she laughed lightly when he said they have dealt with worse. “I can be bad too.” she stuck her tongue out at him.

Tendrokos shrugs as she mentions the shadows. “It could be the fact your mind is fragmented, or the recently corruption of Fel. It could also be a mix of both.” He chuckles at her reply. “I'm not saying you can’t be bad love, i'm saying Fen and Klo have experienced more than you could imagine.” He waves a hand dismissively. “But that is for another time. Id rather not go into Fen and Klo’s personal lives. Last time I did something like that….” He stops mid speech, reformatting his words. “-the consequence was less than favorable.”

Nudged him lightly and smiled. “Well.. if anything happens, I will be here this time to make sure you are all better.” She looked behind her and saw the the orc fall off of where he was. She burst out laughing and covered her mouth. “So what is our next place? You have shown me a lot of Azeroth.. and I am sure there is much more to see.. but something tells me you are growing tired.” she stuck her tongue out again. “Growing old father.” she looked at him with her sharp eyes, full of mischief and wonder.

Tendrokos smirks. “I'm not that much older than you love. Besides, its not that I grow tired of this. I just feel we need to head back for a bit. We can always resume our travels, but I want to make sure the others are ok as well.” He would stand up and offer a hand to Lynara. “Come, Silvermoon is calling us. Lets go home.”

Lynara nods gently and only looks at him with amusement. “Come on Ten, I can still at least tease you of it.” she nodded a bit, knowing his duty to his guild. “Alright.. let us go make sure Klo and Fen are safe.. if they are up to no good, we can lock them in a room together so we can go on another adventure.” she grinned. From what she knew a bit of Fen and Klo, them both locked in a room would definitely become amusing.

Tendrokos shakes his head. “I’m not thinking they are up to no good, just in general.” He summons a dark gateway back to Silvermoon, offering a hand. “Time to go love. Too much time away and we will never want to go back.”

The last thing he remembers was walking down the deep dark mine. He was in front, leading the small group of Fen and Klocia through the mine, his staff burning to light the way.

Suddenly there was a blast, an explosion. He turns just in time to see the ceiling of the mine begin to collapse in on them. He rushed to get a shield rune out, hoping to soften the oncoming rocks. But it was too late, the rocks fell in, the last thing he saw was Fen and Klo's shocked faces.

Before it all went black....

The first thing he notices, even before he opens his eyes, is the warn sunlight on his face. He slides one of his eyes open to see his bedroom, as it always was.

Confusion was the first thing to hit him. How did I get here? I Should be dead. He would attempt to get up, hoping to find Lynara and see if she knew anything. 

He stops moving when he realizes his bed is stained with his dark red blood, he brings a hand to his face, feeling the scars and cuts that still bled. He looks in horror at his now bloody hand. It wasn't a dream! 

He would try to get out of bed, only to feel the crushing pain of his leg and his left arm. Both seemed bruised, but the leg was definitely broken. A few of his ribs have broken off as well, not allowing him to take a deep breath.

He struggles to sit up, calling out as loud as he could

"Lynara!! I need your help!"

Even in his condition he was able to give a smirk. "Lets see how well you can heal!"

Too many problems with no idea which one to start with.

Alla decided to cause more trouble last night by talking to Nikkitah and I assume that women who by the looks of it is Nikkitahs new follower. Nikkitah came up, wanting to discuss the matter face to face with Fen. But Fen was so wrapped up in own pride that he kept mocking Nikkitah, to which the Highlord decided to harm one of the guild members, Kannarays.

I warned Fen this would happen, told him to try and be a bit more civil to the Nikkitah, even if that means him having his way. I would rather the Highlord be content then have him go mad and start hurting others trying to hurt Fen in some indirect way.

After Kanna was injured, Klocia decided to step in and make it seem that Fen was kicked out of the guild, hoping that Nikkitah would stop going through the guild to upset Fen. I worst part is that we are lying to the Highlord. Fen and I did this a while back when he sent me in as Nikkitahs student so to say. But once he learned we were just spying on him, he nearly killed both of us. I fear that if Nikkitah learns of this plan Klocia has cooked up. He will lose it, and me being the longest companion of Fen, I might be getting the end of his stick.

I don't care what Fen does to hurt himself, its when others get hurt on his behalf that upsets me.

The mysterious women I found was awake today, I was speaking to her in the Bazzar after the whole incident with Nikkitah and the Bleeding Dagger. She has no recall of her past name or anything before I found her those few days ago in the Ghostlands.I decided to name her Lynara, or Lyn for short. She liked it, thought it was beautiful.

I then had to explain to her that she needed new clothes since the one she has is all dirty and torn up and she would look poor if she kept them. I then had to explain why it wasn't good to look poor and so forth. Its weird having to explain all these things I thought were common sense.

We also need to train her in her mental abilities, if I can get her to use mind control properly, she could be very useful to me and to herself. But with great power comes great responsibility. The last thing I want is to see her become arrogant with power and turn into Fen, I would be the one to blame for it. 

It was early morning as Tendrokos sat on the single chair of his balcony, watching the sun began to peak over the layout of Silvermoon below. He sat back with one of his legs resting on top of the other, his body relaxed and calm. His face looked calm and collected, but his mind was deep in thought. 

He wore nothing but his casual dark red robe, his jet black hair falling softly down his back. His eyes glowed there usual dark green, darting around as he thought. His pipe sat motionless on the left side of his jaw, smoking ideally as he shifted it around his teeth.

The sunlight began to slide through his open doorway to his bedroom, shinning slightly on his large round bed. Tendrokos glances in, taking a look at what lay asleep in his bed.

 A small, frail Blood Elf women lay fast asleep in his bed, the covers concealing her small form like a soft cocoon. Her soft blond hair fell in a mess around the pillow, her face soft and calm. She shifted slightly, finding a new position before falling still yet again, breathing softly as she slept. 

He didn't know her name, she has no memory of it. He had found her passed out in the fields of the Ghostlands. She was surrounded by a few men who seemed to be protecting her but soon met their fate somehow or another. There was no indication on how they died or who they were, all he found was a half written note by one of the men about failing to protect her, and that was all Ten could make out of the poorly written piece of parchment. He assumed she was from a noble family, why else would she have an escort? With no name or last name, he had no idea. Perhaps he will never know.

She was awake for a bit the other day, but in that short time he learned that she had no idea who she was, let alone anythings about her past or her life. She didn't even know her own race! 

Tendrokos would begin to puff his pipe again, thinking to himself. "She is a clean slate. I'll have to teach her like I would a kid." He quietly scoffed to himself. "Ill have to teach her about the city and all who dwell in it. Perhaps its better that I found her. If Fen or Klocia had found her, she would have become like the rest of them." He began to tighten his grip on his pipe, growing angry at the thought. After a few minutes he calmed down enough to center his thoughts again.  

He would walk slowly into the room, standing above the sleeping girl, watching her breaths come in and out in a slow, rhythmic flow. She was very beautiful, granted he had no interest in that or anything like that. He learned over the years that love was a term for idiots, trying to fill some stupid purpose in their sad lives. Perhaps that's why he uses it when speaking to women, the irony was funny to him in a sense. He placed a hand on her head, smiling down at her. "You are safe now." He thought to himself. "As long as I am your guide, you will be smarter than you ever imagined my dear. You will posses power, and I will keep you from making the same mistakes I made." He imagined her being the daughter he will never have. 

Perhaps the fates were giving him a chance to redeem himself, or give him some other purpose besides keeping track of a few devious demons. Either or, he didn't mind.