Shadow's Edge

A stream of muttered cursing flowed from the balcony outside Tiradell and Tanakyll’s Orgrimmar apartment.  Tiradell lay on his back, wiping the latest stream of thick oil off his face.  “Why it couldn’t have been a halfway competent kidnapper, but no, I get the mad possessed one,” he scowled, throwing the filthy rag onto a pile of other filthy rags.  Despite the swearing and the mangled pile of metal and parts that used to be his flying machine, Tiradell smiled, recalling the aerial pursuit.

*Somewhere within the Eastern Plaguelands men and women were dying. Their eyes wide in betrayal and horror, disbelief even. A singing blade with no mercy cut down both man, orc, dwarf, gnome, whatever donned those colors.*

"Look at you, child, the would-be wielder of souls...you cannot fathom the power that lies at my command!"

The woman ignored the deep voice rumbling in the front of her mind as she froze several of the Dawn in place, their faces sealing in the horror of one rogue Ebonite slicing through their marrow.

"You desire to serve Azeroth by ridding it of the Scourge. You do fine, but you cater to the Alliance. You are not true members of the Horde. MY Horde. Good bye, traitor."

With those words, a howling wind of plague and frost froze a cadre of Orcish calvarywomen and shattered them in place.

Somewhere at an undisclosed location......

Iri strolled in, wielding her Edge of Shadows. A servant had meticulously brewed some tea she had at Fancy Cakes a few nights ago. Holding it for her at her favorite chair of spikes, she plopped down on the chair, the sound of flesh and spikes meeting together.

Wordlessly he offered the warm tea to his Dutchess, she calmly took it and inhaled its properties. "mmm Plaguebloom, aged. With a touch of honey. Delicious."

She set her axe, hilt first towards her slowly near her and began to craft a letter to Moriurya. An archaeologist who happened to be an elven woman with the Atlas Tresaure Salvage company, would be a good partner in her future efforts.

"Suffer Well Moriurya:

I am Dutchess Iripaheti of the Ebon Blade. No doubt you've heard all about us, and who we are. Nevertheless, this should not stop you from engaging in a search of incomparable value.