Scarlet, The Color of My Power Pt. III

((The last few post from Pt. II, a basic summary: In a random bid to lure the Techpriest out of hiding and discover his technology Tess has relentlessly pounded half a islands-worth of Scarlet soldiers into bloody corpses. Completely by happen-stance the Techpriest and one of his cronies appear on the island to test some new suit of armor and discover Tess has already bloodied the field looking for them, intrigued the Techpriest and Tess begin to learn about each other...)) 

 "Know first and know simply," Tharan began as he led the way back out of the blood stained cathedral, "that there secrets of the machine spirit I cannot reveal and there are secrets I have yet to discern."
    He passed into the dim sunlight bathing Onslaught Harbor and, without a second thought, conjured wave after wave of purging fire. It swept across the ground in sheets of the purest white. Those fallen corpses that littered the scene turned to ash and dust and were reclaimed by the cold, lifeless rock of Icecrown. Silently he assessed the elf.
    Tharan made no secret of his loyalties. They laid in the hands of three great powers: The Holy Light, Lordaeron, and the Chaplain Olaff Isenkopf. As such, he was not bound by the necessary prejudice of the Alliance. Rather, he chose his own prejudice. The Orcs and Trolls: mere barbarians to be lain to rest in a bonfire of their own savagery. The Tauren and Night Elves: ancient pacifists that would survive the coming darkness. The Forsaken: wretched traitors of a world-spanning blight. Even the Draenei and Blood Elves were not sparred his hatred, though they were granted reprieve for those who devoted themselves to the Light.
    As such he placed this script-bearing paladin amongst those he would at least feign respect. Without knowledge of her true intention Tharan could form no opinion beyond that. Still, he respected the apparent effort extended to locate him.
    "My name remains my own; thus techpriest is the only call I'll answer. I am pleased to hear your curiousity is peaked, though I must say a mixture of anger and paranoia is boiling within me to know how your curiousity first learned of me. I thought only those among ... " he paused as he nearly spoke the words 'Death Watch' ... " among my order knew of my mechanizations' existence, or at the very least that the mechanizations were born of my specific hand. But you may answer that in due time, as my curiousity is similarly peaked."
    Tharan paused in his purging of the land and turned to face the blood elf, "Now ask your questions and ask them plainly; I have not the patience for a sly tongue or a hidden motive."

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