The Warlock Murders

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((Overdue... but better late then never, right?)) 

Agoris hovered on this Green armored Gryphon over Auchindoun. The totem strapped to his back felt heavy. He knew what he had to do. And he had to do it quickly. He nudged the reins of his Gryphon sending it into a sharp dive towards the center of the once holy place.

The Ghost Totem

Naarika stared at the thing she had crafted under Nobundo’s instructions. He had analyzed the Professor’s potion and told her it did hold immense power, but that power was neither good nor evil… that would come from the creator’s intention which, of course, Naarika knew to be no good.

In short, that potion would allow the Professor to access the mind of whomever drank it, and for an indefinite, maybe even unlimited, span of time. The Professor said that giving it to a Draenei woman would allow him to impose the memories he found there upon the second reading that would be performed on Alexandreina, thus disproving Alexeiia’s previous findings.

((... took place Wednesday... little late posting... but never the less here it is!))

"I'm surprised you walked out of that room with the boy still alive."

I looked up at the sound of my goddess' voice in my head.

"Frankly, so am I."

When I'd hustled Galin out of the inn, across the square, and into the basement of the town hall, I'd fully expected to kill him. Alexiia obviously had too, since she'd tossed me the key to the interrogation room and muttered something about understanding what would happen.

"So why were you so nice?"

"Nice? I'm not sure I was. It'd have been faster if I had killed him." I shrugged. "Now he'll go to trial and the Darkans will probably hang him."

"You did swear to bring justice for that poor Garris girl."

Thick steam rose up from the hot bath that the Warlock sat in.  As she slowly washed her aching body, she thought about all that had happened to her over the last few days.

Agoris held his head in his office. He couldn’t believe the week he had had. So many demands on his time and talents, running into that Captain who used to be the commander of the Theramore Marines didn’t help. Releasing that ship cost him time… a whole day of getting someone to fill out the paperwork and making sure the ship was safe to sail.

Naarika knew she shouldn't have spent so long away from the Tidehunter; she was the lead skirmisher, always first to board the target ships, but the call of spirit was impossible to ignore, and she had left for land.