The druid stood off to the side, not really listening to what the Commander was saying. He was mostly lost in thought, though he knew that Vi would alert him to anything important.
Hey, that might be something you could do. Vi murmured to him.
‘Hmm?’ He asked, still not entirely focused.
Keep up, will you? The Ring is sending representatives to the ruler of this realm. You should go with them.
Grishmak nodded absently, walking over to one of the shamans of the Ring. Asking about the representative group that was to be sent, he eventually found his way to one member of the group, an aged Draenei.
“I hope you don’t mind another person coming with you?” He asked “I think that the Cenarion Circle could use an ambassador in this matter.” He smiled at the shaman.
Sai stood off to one side of the main group, listening to everything that was said. She didn’t offer an opinion on anything, though it wasn’t like anyone would notice if she tried to anyway. She instead opted to simply follow along with what the others were doing - mainly, preparing to fight.
She went through the motions, checking the few devices she still retained on her, resettling her supply of explosives - not many, she noted - and running through her spells in her mind.
’Rock creatures,’ She thought ’ice to crack and slow it, and force to shatter.’ She smiled slightly to herself. ’Of course, the shamans always win elemental rock-paper-scissors, but I can at least do a little damage.’
The Mage trotted after the main group, now eyeing her surroundings with more care. It was not long before they were faced with a large mass of troggs.
She caught herself before she could giggle at the antics of the diminutive Gnomish Commander, and focused on the task at hand.
Drawing out her power, Sai formed a lance of pure force, and hurled it at one of the troggs. It struck, staggering the creature, before the round of arcane missiles following shattered it.
She concentrated, trying to form another lance of power, but was interrupted by one of the creatures breaking through to attack at the spellcasters directly. By chance, the first one it spotted was her.
Eyes widening, the Elf immediately changed tactics, detonating the arcane magic she had been forming, the explosion knocking the creature off-balance. It recovered quick though, and swung its weapon - a stone axe - at her.
Dodging, Sai hissed with pain as the primitive weapon drew blood from one of her arms, creating a short, yet deep, cut. Glaring at the thing, the Mage released two blasts of power rapid-fire, killing the thing. However, the blasts quickly ate up her energy.
Frowning, Sai returned her gaze to the rest of the battle, throwing spells at the magic-weilding troggs near the back.
Jozen groaned as he slowly awoke, his head pounding.
‘Ow.’ Was his first thought, quickly followed by confusion.
‘What was I-’ He wondered, before the memory of everything he had just done rushed back into his mind.
The night sky. Waves. Clouds. Falling. And through all this, a strand of music, broken only at the very end by a voice.
‘Ok, now what?’ He thought, opening his eyes and sitting up.
The scene before him was not comforting. The bars of a cage obscured some of his vision, and the rest was taken up by tents, blackish-robed figures, and, most of all, rocks.
‘Where am I?’ Jozen wondered, standing up as much as he could in the small cage. Looking around, he spotted most of his gear, discarded in a pile. His axe, however, was absent...
‘Trapped by cultists, in a strange land, with nothing useful on me. Wonderful.’ He thought morosely.
...Not alone. A voice whispered to him, thin and distant. He started, looking around for its source.
Good, now that I.......with you, sort of, I can tell.....at there is help cl.....nd. I’ll get the....nd you. The voice said, still faint, as though speaking across a great distance.
“I’m not sure if that is good or bad.” Jozen muttered to himself.
* * * * * * * * * *
Vi turned her attention away from the strange man, still unsure of how much of her message had reached him. Focusing instead on one of the members of the stealth group, she began to speak.
Perfection! Listen, there is someone who needs help! He’s trapped in a Twilight camp, and needs your group to rescue him. Ask him about the music, that's how you recognize him.
Vi still wasn’t sure of how much reached the rogue, and how much was torn away because of the strain of distance. Pulling back, the spirit resettled herself in the book, keeping a single ‘eye’ out, near Grishmak.
Now to wait. She muttered to herself, the words immediately echoing in the back of Grish’s mind.
Edited by Grishmak on 2/4/2012 5:37 PM PST