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The Gray Myst
((This is an old post that has been begging to be finally completed. It takes place shortly after Firelands, and the betrayal of Fandral Staghelm.))
The summons came as a surprise, but a welcome one. The warrior was afraid of a trap, at first, but it had the seal of the Archdruid himself, and the one time druid knew that the Shan’do would not trap any man in such a fashion. And now that Staghelm had shown his true colors, perhaps things would change. Perhaps things could be better in Darnassus.
Staroda looked around, at the leaves, the walkways, the mill of people. So much had changed since he was banned from his home, but so much stayed the same. He saw the Sentinals patrolling as they had for as long as Teldrassil had stood. He gave a brief nod to one as he turned toward his destination: the Cenarion Enclave, his one-time home or jail, depending.
((Anyone who's finished the Teldrassil quests should recognize this 'dream' Star's having. I loved the 'Vengeance of Elune' quest, I wanted to use it in a post.))
There was no worry, not with Elune’s blessing on him. The Kaldorei was stronger for her love, and the corruption that approached him was no where near enough to bring him down. He called on Her Light, and it healed his wounds while it burned away his attackers with just a thought. A prayer to Her name, and it was as though the corruption gathered closer, a sweep of his blade to down dozens at once. The few times they became too many, he spoke again, and She cast the very stars down to save Her champion.
Crisara slept fitfully in her apartment beneath the Slaughtered Lamb. Her dreams were disturbing and confusing. A mix of memory from her time with Victoria and the evil she’d committed, her parents and sister when they were alive and well, her mother and sister’s deaths, and a confusing jumble of molten rock hurtling across her vision and drowning. She woke several times in the early night, forcing herself to calm down and return to slumber. She wished fervently that Wacune was home instead of off in Durotar or the Barrens or wherever Staroda sent him this time. She drifted off again, this time to blackness.
Crisara shook as she put pen to paper, writing furiously, applying perhaps too much pressure to the pen.
I have vital information regarding my evil copy. I would like to meet with you in Darkshire to discuss and perhaps act on this information. You are the only person whose word the Dragoons will trust that I believe will help me. If you feel the need you may bring a trusted Meddler with you. Please let me know a good time for you to meet me. Please hurry.
Crisara stopped at the mailbox on the way back to the Lamb. She resented Rillia’s intrusion at the Moonwell. The letter was hard enough to write without distractions. After a moment’s pause Crisara shoved the letter addressed to Cerwis into the mailbox before heading inside, hoping to find Wacune in the room they shared, she needed some support tonight.
I am sorry to bother you. I know the last thing you want is to hear from me. I just wanted to give you something to think about in regards to Staroda’s decision to trust me.
Staroda sat in the upper level of the Golden Leaf, going over papers left behind by Ze. Another pile sat to his left, this one full of legal jargon that made the warrior grind his teeth in frustration. Freeing Ze - and giving him back control of the Myst - was hard to do, at least from a legal standpoint.
Shuffling papers, he came across one written in Ze’s handwriting. Glancing over it, he saw a list of things Ze was considered doing to force Star to leave the Dragoons. The Kaldorei just shook his head in frustration. He was also surprised - Ze actually wrote something down? If only the other warrior had remained MIA…
Judging from Cerwis’s reaction the night before, as well as the Major’s, it seemed he was being looked at as near a traitor. His time serving, honorably, were worthless, and of no consequence. He wondered if some of the other Dragoons would think that way. At least there was one that understood.
There was a lot of commotion at the end of the meeting. Staroda didn’t notice most of it. He was too caught up in what he had to do. Finally, it ended, and Harrigan turned to face him.
“Now, what?” he demanded. Star was painfully aware of others listening in, including the one person he didn’t want there. He sighed, tugging his tabard up and off. “I am afraid I must resign, sir.”
The commander looked at him a moment before taking the tabard. “You’re sure about this?” he asked.
Star nodded. “I am forced to take up other duties.” he said. There was a sound behind him. The warrior turned in time to see Delphiee storming out of the chambers, her pace showing more than words just how upset she was. He sighed, looking back at the commander again.
Harrigan was watching him. “Don’t end up on the wrong side, Staroda.”
Star managed a faint smile. “We are not so different, commander. We both have people to lead.”
((Originally posted on the Emerald Vanguard forums, Feb 14, 2007. Continuing older posts I've added already, both for current critque, and due to them not being up anywhere else. Also because I can't seem to continue writing the posts of things going on for Star in the modern day(stupid block!), I get a post up for his past instead! Ha ha!))
The day started as any other. It ended completely different.
Staroda walked the canals slowly, letting his mount, Lokiel set the pace to the Keep. Half past eight, he has plenty of time to reach the meeting. As he rounded the turn, however, he saw something to delay him, even slightly.
Ze sat on his own mount, dressed in his armor and weapons, looking almost as though he was waiting for Star himself. The Kaldorei pulled up next to the human, one eye brow raised. “Ze. What are you doing out here? Planning on attending the meeting?” he asked, not really expecting a serious answer.
To his surprised, the red haired human nodded. “Aye…on yer advice.” Ze grinned, “Gonna show I ain’t all dat bad right now.”
She woke suddenly in a strangely quiet room, silent except for the pounding in her head. She was on a thin pallet on the floor near the bed, a blanket covering her fully clothed body. Her memories from the night before were fuzzy, consisting mostly of drinking and the common room of the inn.
They came one at a time, although they all arrived within the same few minutes or so. When Star walked into the inn, in Honor Hold, Drakius was already sitting there, staring off into space. Star joined him, and the two talked quietly. Eventually Crisara drifted in, the warlock girl giving the two Kaldorei a look before leaning on a rail. Ze came in shortly after that, and the faint motion of movement said that Rillia was around some where as well. They all gathered near the fire and talked over the plan.