The rain was heavy that night, the street lights only partially lighting the darkness. The darkness, however, was no true hinderance to Daniyel, mainly because he carried a lantern along with this enhanced eyesight. As Daniyel patrolled the ghostly streets of Gilneas City once again, still haunted by his past life, he continued to dream and wonder what could have been, what had been, and the like. It was strange of him to think of such things still even after his final and complete victory over his darker, corrupted worgen half, Reinko for control. Yet even when his personality, his emotions, his memories were all complete as he assimilated Reinko became whole again, Daniyel still felt some ties to his past that he just couldn’t let go. That tie of Daniyel’s being his duty as a knight and soldier of Gilneas to stand guard and defend it with his life, no matter what. So he continues to patrol the streets, his Gilnean armor and tabard along with the sword and shield he forged himself as part of his training adorning him. He cared little though now about his appearance in regard to his hair, which used to be short and neat now longer and a bit ragged. Though it was difficult to tell much now that he takes his worgen form more often than before, seeing as he’s become more accepting of the reality of who and what he is.
As he walked along the district streets, his paws imprinting on the wet pavement and gravel, his ears perked from a sudden noise. Daniyel instantly turned around and darted his eyes in every direction trying to find the source. With no luck in finding anything through the almost pitch black streets.
He shrugged and turned back to the direction he was facing, holding his lantern out sighing, “Bloody hell…and I thought that whole hallucination business was done and over with…”
Daniyel was cut off as he heard a similar sound again, though much louder, almost like someone bumping into a trash bin of sorts.
Daniyel spun around, one hand still holding the lantern out while his main hand went for his sword calling out, “Alright, who’s out there? Show yourself!”
There wasn’t any response and the lantern didn’t reveal much through the pitch darkness and rain. But as he was about to turn back around again, the sound of footsteps running thundered down the alleyways.
Daniyel smirked some, “Gotcha!”
Daniyel then hooked the lantern to his belt to not lose it as he leaped into the air from the street onto the rooftops. Closing his eyes, he listened for the footsteps and from the rooftops began to give chase.
The chase was on, Daniyel leaping from rooftop to rooftop following the sounds of running footsteps. From a distance, you might have seen what looks like a ball of light bouncing around in the darkness. Daniyel stopped for a moment, catching a bit of his breathe as he heard the footsteps suddenly stop. Then a loud splash could be heard, with Daniyel realizing that whoever he was chasing dived into the water around the chapel.
Daniyel had one thought in his mind, “This person’s trying to get to the chapel. Well that’s fine with me, go ahead and corner yourself, wanker. I’ll find you in there.”
Daniyel was untrusting of any visitors in the city ruins; there were only a few possibilities as to who they would be. They could be fellow members of the Alliance trying to fix things up a bit on their own time, which Daniyel would allow of course. The other being bandits or looters, trying to get their grubby and dirty hands on anything they can find. This of course would be met with great hostility in return. The last possibility would be Horde soldiers trying to make a foothold into the city. Any of those have tried, never made it out to tell of it.
As Daniyel heard more water splashing, he knew whoever this person was, was heading to the chapel. Daniyel then leaped onto the chapel, down to the entrance, setting his lantern outside by below the entrance so it didn’t get wet. He then crept in, sword drawn in preparations for a fight, if it were to come to that. He made sure to move as slowly as possible, that way neither his drenched paws nor his armor will make any sound. As he crept closer and closer to the door inside the chapel, it struck him odd that the chapel was already lit with candles. But why would this guy take the time to do that if he’s trying to hiding from him? Daniyel then began to hear words, prayer, in Common nonetheless. Daniyel immediately thought that it must have been either bandits or Alliance that he must have spooked them. He tilted his head around the door and narrowed his eyes to see who it was. Few words described what he felt at that moment, bewildered, baffled. He couldn’t believe what he saw, a Forsaken, of all things, in the chapel praying to the Light.