This story happened a couple of weeks after the first sight of the flying necropolis over the major cityes in Azeroth. Mahara were missing since the first days and Zol'jin were missing since the last week.
The Dragonblood Conclave among other guilds were taking the lead of the fight against the scourge invaders.. one of these days our story starts..
Zol'jin is sweating, he is very tired and in a very bad shape. However he is not as tired as his raptor mount for sure that running at all speed, rushed through Orgrimmar main entrance followed closely by Shadowfang, Zol'jin loyal friend, a vigorous black lion. In the raptors back is also Mahara's cold body. They were ridding in that edge since some hours ago.. But the stakes are high, if they take too long could be too late for Mahara.
Finally, the Dragonblood tavern. With an agile movement Zol'jin dismounts, take Mahara's inconscious body from the raptor's back and with the body in his arms rush into the tavern slamming the door and yelling:
- Sylana, Sylana !
That scared for sure everyone inside, a troll in panic slamming the door and yelling, with a body in his arms. He was wearing a very severed mail armor, with spikes in right shoulder. Perhaps the left shoulder had spikes also, but that part armor was all broken, instead Zol'jin had a large wound, large bite probably. He was lucky in be alive with such large wound. In Zol'jin's back was long serrated blade and a crossbow with some tribal decorations.
With care he put Mahara's inconscient body in a table and yelled:
- Where be m'lady Sylana ? Sent messagers after her... only her can save Mahara!
Taking back a few minutes....
The tavern stood has always, beside the light sound of small talk and the constant request for drinks it was pretty silent, even more silent than usual, but Orgrimmar was a bit strange this last few days.
Sitting in front of beam of light that rained down a table from a near window, an Orc was reading, his eye's covered in shadow looking at an old tome that stood on the table.
As the moment the Troll went inside the tavern Mordai didn't payed attention, only raising his eyes from the book due to the fuzz generated after the troll called for of one of his brethen, his eyes, recognizing Zol'jin at first glance, a not so good looking Zol'jin but there he stood.
Mordai raised from his bench next to the wall, has he tought to himself what did appened to that crazy Troll, he went undetected for long.
When he notices Zol'jin laying down a unconscient if not dead body and calling down help for Mahara, Mordai almost runed over a few people that stood in the way.
- Zol'jin?? what Appened to Mahara??
The troll stayed with a empty eyes and a silent panic. The orc glanced worried at Mahara.
- How can this be , she shouldn't be this way, she is un...
Mordai refraimed, and a second later took a look to the people that surrounded him has he searched for Sylana, not founding her, looked once again at Zol'jin and tried to get some information out of him.
- Where the hell did you found her, where the hell have you both been.
Zol'jin inhale deeply trying to regain his breath.
- da frozen lands mon.. in da top of Azeroth.. can ya believe it? what was she thinkin' goin dere alone?
Zol'jin looks around and yells once more:
- what da hell ya all be doin'? go find Sylana!
With a calm stride a shady figure steps forth from a dark corner. As the tendrils of the dark realm slowly let go, a familiar figure materializes in the dim lighting of the tavern.
- I believe I heard my name? I'm kinda sure even, the amount of noise produced here could have been heard in another dimension! *cough*
With a firm stride Sylana walks over to the table and peers at the people near. Mahara, lying on the table, unconscious, not in good shape... Zol'jin standing next to her, in panic, severe wounds showing on him as well... And Mordai, one of the taverns regulars who was brutaly wakened from his slight slumbering off...
- So what's this here? What's wrong with her and how did this happen?
With one eye on Zol'jin, awaiting some answers, Sylana starts to inspect the lifeless body on the table in front of her.
- At least she's not completely lost yet! she tosses a quick glance at the bartender You there! Bring me my kit, my herbs and the biggest dose of luck you can find! Lets see what we can do.
With Sylanas word's Mordai's spirit got more relieved. Moved over the bartender.
Turning back next to where Zol'jin were, just in front of a working Sylana and a unconcienst Mahara, the orc brought two cups in his hands, one gave to the troll, and pulled a chair to the his left side, drunk a sip from the remaining cup an reached for a Bandage.
- I am no healer, but this will do until Sylana can see you... In the meantime, start spiting all that happen to you and Mahara.
A bit more reliefed but still very emotive, Zol'jin explained what happened...
couple of days ago..
It was almost the sunset, Zol'jin was in Northrend scouting with Shadowfang for trail that could lead them to Mahara since two days ago. At that time, he sensed something comming out of some bushes.. he didn't recognise at first, but Shadowfang rushed and Zol'jin went after him. It was Mahara's horse crippled, running from his pursuer, exhausted and injured he felt in the ground with Mahara's body.
Zol'jin dismounted from his raptor and went to assist Mahara that was to injured and too exhausted even try to get up. At that time the pursuer revealed itself, a big Nerubian was charging against them. Shadowfang engaged him and Zol'jin drew the crossbow and unleashed everything he got until the Nerubian in rage slammed Shadowfang against a tree and charged to Zol'jin. The troll dropped the crossbow and picked his Barbarian Sword, dodging and parrying the Nerubian attacks he was able to keep the enemy away from Mahara. Zol'jin was bleeding and so the Nerubian was.. to win Zol'jin had to make the Nerubian bleed more than him.
Then, with a headbutt Zol'jin fell prone and with a leg the Nerubian holded Zol'jin into that vulnerable position. The Nerubian was hitting Zol'jin hard, until Mahara with her last breath casted a protective shield on Zol'jin, as he realized the why the pain stopped, he looked to Mahara only to see her fall in the ground unconscious. The Nerubian was preparing his jaws to finish Zol'jin but Shadowfang slammed against him again in time, providing a distraction and time enough for Zol'jin to reach his sword and cut the Nerubian head off..
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