Cerwis

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Giuli was in an awkward position when her guildstone chirped at her. "Rossini, petitioner's chamber, now." It was Lieutenant Goldengale, and she didn't sound happy.

Grunting, she put the muddy piglet she was holding into the little boy's arms and fumbled for the stone. "On my way," she said, and then turned a stern frown on the boy. "Now. Can you promise me I'm not going to have to run 'round after that stupid animal again?" The piglet had somehow managed to find every muddy puddle in the city, and had squirmed around so much that clods of it had gotten under Giuli's armor, in her hair, and down the back of her shirt.

The boy pursed his lips. "Um..."

Giuli sighed. "Look, I've got to go. If he gets away again, bother someone else, you hear?" She swung a leg over her horse and tugged sharply on the reins.

“So, let us talk about why you have not been into work in four days.”

Cerwis rolled her eyes and ran a brush through her long, silver hair, “I’d rather not. Can we not?”

The counselor laughed, it was always nice when she laughed. It was a warm, rich sound that always made the living room feel more like it was part of a home. She brushed her dark hair behind her ear and smiled, “I am afraid we have to. That is what I do, remember? We talk about things that you would rather not over tea and biscuits.”

The parchment below is tacked up to every bulliten board within the Dragoon Hall:

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To Commander B.H.


Reservist Application form 89-56a

Applicant's name: Kae Wynn
Race: humanoid looking, robotic base
Sex: Female (parts are no longer interchangeable.)
Age: looks adult age due to robotic base, was activated with in the last year.

"I said I can't spare Brightsteel, Major.  We have reports of a massive Horde invasion that same night."  Sterling said he waved said reports in the air, " I need him incase we have to move the Royal family to the safe house"

"I'm not requesting that he follows my people to Uldum, Sterling."  Larosa held up her copy of the same report," I just need him to meet my people in the Garden and to stay alert incase my people need to be pulled out."

The paladin snorted and crossed his arms. Larosa sighed and dropped the papers to rub her temples.

A single man stood on the edge of the sea, watching the sun as the golden disk sank into the horizon.  As the last ray of light seemed to extinguish it’s self in the endless sea, the man turned and began walking back to the small camp hidden in one of the many small secluded coves.

“Time to go,” He said as he approached the small group, pushing his hat up to look at his people, “Sun has set and we need to get our packages to the Cave.”

Three sets of eyes turned to the packages, both tied up with rope and seemingly sleeping  on the sand inside a small cave, guarded by their companion. With a nod

“They should be docile enough to toss onto the back of mules and throw a blanket over,” One dark skinned man said as he headed towards the line of pack animals.

“Sergeant Forrester? I'm lookin' fer a Sergeant Forrester...”

Alynore sighed and rubbed her eyes as she turned to see a young boy—not much older than the Prince, if she had to judge—being pointed her way by a far too amused guard. She adjusted her text books on her arm and tried to smooth that damnable skirt. “Yes, what is it?”

She so hated wearing this dress.

Travis clucked his tongue as he moved around Larosa's bedroom, "All I'm saying is that when the Commander asks what happened, just tell him that you look better then your opponent … It's the truth."

He moved Larosa's teacup closer to her hand before laying down the thick war council minutes beside it.  She did have plenty of time to sit and read it now.  She wasn't going to be moving from her bed for the rest of the night.

"Here are those meeting minutes as well as a copy of the new squad list, Mrs. Goldengale posted.  I put the pine nut bread on the other side of the bed as well as the reports from the interviews from Friday's event," Travis pulled out Larosa's current journal and a pencil, holding it out to her to take, "The current reports from SI:7 are on your desk, if you want those I'll get them for you."

Travis took a breathe, "I also found that salve you like and I got your boots and things from the practice room like you asked, they are in the other room.  Anything else I can do before I hit the rack, Major?"

It had taken her a week and a half to nail down a final copy but, in the early morning hours of the fourth of April as a storm rumbled outside, Cerwis posted the finished copy of the current roster on multiple post-boards throughout the Hall.

"It wasn't a suggestion." Cerwis's firm voice came back over the guild stone, causing Nel to inadvertantly snarl. Something that the stone fortunately did not pick up as Alynore continued on after the Lieutenent.

"Reg is plenty smart. he's also an athlete and male, so he's allowed to go caveman now and then."

The worgen drew in a heated breath before responding in an even tone to hide her irritation, "Very well, Ma'am." She then chucked the stone across her quarters, hearing it rebound off one stone wall after it finished skidding across the ground. The stone continued to sqawk as the conversation continued on with Nel glaring at a wall. Not really paying full attention to the talk.

Larosa laid a purple hand gently upon the smooth wood of the door.   The other hand reached for the handle as the Kaldorei stood in the doorway for the last time.  The morning bells began tolling and as the seventh reverberating note died in the air, Larosa glanced around the room.  The bed was regulation made, the walls bare of maps and hangings, and the desk and wardrobe were clean and empty, waiting for another to settle themselves into the room.  Only the faint smell of tea, silverleaf, and jasmine in the air and the faint scrotch marks to the desk were a clue that the Elf had ever stayed in the room.  Sadness rose in her gut as the blue haired Elf turned to shut the door firmly, remembering the good and the bad that had happened within those four stone walls. 

Larosa didn't realize just how much this room had become her home, until she had to move once again.  She lingered on the memories of early evening meetings with Del as they went over squads and training, drinking beers and joking.  How she would read when the sun rose and she couldn't sleep, how she had smiled proudly when she first was assigned this room, and how it felt to put her uniforms in the wardrobe for the first time.  Even the bitter memories of writting all those condolence letters and disarming the bomb at the desk with Reggie floated to the front of her mind.  She remembered that first night she had spent in the Hall and it still seemed like only yesterday to the Elf.  Two duffle bags in her hands, her bow on one shoulder, her swords on her belt, and Pittch at her side, making her way through the crush of other Dragoons and recruits to her first bunk a floor below that was just large enough for her and her saber.

The first was mass produced and tacked up on every post-board in the hall. 

The second was left in Sergeant Forrester's room.

The Third was crumpled and then un-crumpled as it did have semi-important things to do on it.

A purple ink stained hand rubbed the bridge of her nose, as if mentally trying to erase the the whispers from her memory.  She didn't need the little snippets of whispered gossip breaking her concentration.  Not when she was trying to find a trail to someone who was targeting her and her Dragoons.  She had to put that to the side and just let the guards have their fill, until the next hot topic came round for this week.  Most of them were humans anyway and they tend to have short attention spans . . .

"An affair with her own Sergeant's husband?"

The trek south from the Burned Woods had not been easy. He had helped defend his blind mother from creatures unknown to him using shoddy sword skills learned from dueling his elder half sister who was always doing her best to try and kill him. Anterian wielded the Light offensively to back him up and later heal whatever scrapes he had earned over the day. However lengthy and dangerous as the journey was, standing in front of the large gate that was the entry into Stormwind made it all worthwhile.

The great statues that lined the causeway leading into the majestic city were imposing, yet beautiful. Certainly not the smooth Elven design he had grown accustomed to, but these seemed to have more of a lifelike quality than those of the arcane-shaped creations that stood around Silvermoon. 

Head?

*Lifting said body part up produced a large headache that forced her eyes to open and suddenly close from a blinding light.*

Fel, Check

Arms?

*fingers slowly moved to form fists, the older callouses on her fingertips reassuring her that she did still have ten fingers and not eight.*

Check

Legs?

*toes wiggled, the lack of boots was silently disturbing, but the feeling of socks and a weight of what was likely a blanket over her legs eased her thoughts.*

Check

"I owe Laelan a drink." Larosa thought as she squirmed in what she figured was an infirmary bed, "And Cerwis might want a better explanation of what happened between me and Reggie in my room.

This truly was a nightmare. The magic chains that bound him to the ground had a silencing effect which left him helpless as well as powerless, and he had to watch as the inky shadows on the ground tore apart and devoured his loved ones as they tried to fight or flee. He needed to wake up.

This had to be a nightmare and he had to wake up. He had to or he would go mad. He struggled against the chains until the shadows started to coalesce nearby. They rose and shifted in shape until they were a rough copy of one of the women they, it, had just torn to pieces.

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Transmission search: The Silver Dragoons frequencies
Date: March 20th
Time: from 20:00 to 23:00
Specific stone frequency: LT Larosa Oakenfel

I scare them and they hate me for it.

Memories turn and reflect back on this day, set aside just for the two of us; a day that almost didn't happen...

Dalaran, Late Afternoon, One year ago:
The Sunreavers glared as Vereesa Windrunner proclaimed to the city that Drauglos was the new bearer of the restored dragon blade. The Half-Elf didn't even notice them, as he strode across the Violet Citadel to the petite, pale blond priestess and her companions.

Lirriel beamed in delight. “I knew you could do this.” Cerwis slowly clapped for her friend, smirking. Mag smiled slightly, observing quietly with hands clasped behind her back.

Drauglos grinned down at the sword, and then reverently sheathed it on his back. "If I spend the rest of my life trying to atone for what I did...Will you forgive me?"

Lirriel smiled. “Already done.”