Legacy (World of Warcraft)

Chapter Two: The Underbelly

Chapter 2: The Underbelly

            Fire is all around her. Draenei are spread out awkwardly on the floor killed brutally and surrounded by a bath of blue blood. Vindicator Maraad walks over to her, hammer in hand orc blood on his face and the last remnants of rage leaves his eyes.

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Kyline bolted up to a sitting position as she woke up from the nightmare, drenched in her own sweat. With freezing cold hands she threw the heated blanket off herself. She was alone. On Northrend not on Draenor.  Taking deep breaths to calm herself, she sat on the edge of the bed. Knowing the implications of her dream as memories, she attempted to push the memories aside.

Finally composed, Kyline shedded her clothing and cleaned up as best as she could. Inspecting the gash on her shoulder she put some healing salve on it then a netherweave bandage in hopes that her spaulders will not chafe the wound. She put on her warm woolen shirt and pants to fight the cold, then grabbed pieces of her signature black and golden plate armor equipping them, careful to avoid getting her hairless purple tail caught in her legplates. Testing movement with her left shoulder she felt a bearable dull ache.

 Fully equipped with the exception of her helmet she pulled on her frostweave backpack underneath her cloak. Her shield then got strapped to her back over her cloak. Other bags filled with jewels, preserved food and cheap drinks got attached to her belt alongside her glowing golden axe. She put her brown hair up in her favorite style of two high pigtails, which accentuated her glowing light blue eyes and jeweled tentacles that originate from behind her ears. Lastly she put on her mother’s tail ring and the Naaru’s ring on her middle finger.

Looking at herself in the mirror satisfied with her elegant yet intimidating appearance, she noticed the little discoloring of her skin on her head below the natural triangle plate growth. Giggling to herself she shrugged off the minor change having suffered worse injuries, and walked out of her room. Looking out the only balcony of the floor she noticed no sun in the sky but the light coming from a large full moon. Shrugging at how late she woke up she walked down the only set of stairs to her right.

Kyline heard the sweet melodic harp music as she reached the ground floor of the Legerdemain Lounge. This was the busiest time for the Lounge where the regular drinkers gathered. Every table is filled with every race possible, including a table consisting of only Blood Elves. In a calmer demeanor than earlier that day, she was able to contain her anger for the race, but still expressed her extreme dislike quietly. The few Draenei in the establishment also threw a few unnerving glances towards the Blood Elf table, but more towards the orc’s behind the Blood Elves. Noticing the innkeeper at the bar she headed in that direction. The same Blood Elf bartender as before gave her a suspicious look, but using all her strength of will she ignored him.

“My apologies for the disruption yesterday that was very unlike me.” She said to the human in scantily clad clothing.

“Kyline you are a very frequent visitor here lately and I have never seen such an incident. I will let it go once but, keep in mind I cannot have a rage fuelled Draenei in my inn.” She replied “You know it’s bad for business.”

            “I understand Amisi. I apologize again, must have been the hungry and sleep deprived me.”

            “Excuses will not help your situation Kyline. I do give you your warning.” Moving to a lighter tone she said “Oh and there are a few letters that arrived for you in the mail.”

            “Thank you very much. Good luck with your rowdy patrons here.” She replied giving her a sly wink. After many times of associating with Amisi, Kyline is aware of her other side occupations.