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[breakin_ur_lore]

[The video begins as a view of the inside of a bag. The device must have been turned on by accident...or by faerie shenanigan, of course. Fortunately the bag is set down only a few moments later, allowing everyone watching to peer over the top at the inside of the Temple. A young man is leaving the pack on a bench, cloaked and holding a distinctive

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[bloodforlight]

[Her steps echo as she walks up the centre of the temple from the outside, as does the delicate clink of sturdy plate. Helmet has been foregone for the time being, however, rowan crown hanging at her hip in lieu of being on her head.

She doesn't notice the other figure at first, her eyes being downcast, her demeanour preoccupied. There's a lot flitting about her mind, after all, not that that's new, but still, that's why she's here, to think, maybe to pray - and then she hears a sound, and, ears quirking, looks over to the source.

Her first thought is orc, but there's something - distinctly un-orclike about him. And so her eyebrows furrow in confusion, head tilting.]

A newcomer?

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[breakin_ur_lore]

[His ears pick up the footsteps and the clank of armor, and he freezes in place, a stranger caught in a sanctified place. Surprisingly, though, she doesn't seem to notice him. She's a blood elf...and that armor, the tabard...the Crusade? A paladin...

Aaaand spotted.]

Hello.

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[bloodforlight]

[Chin tilts up, eyes narrowing in calculation. That's no orc, true enough - not that he's scrawny, but he's a slip of a boy by orcish standards. And then there's the strange facial features, almost reminiscient of a draenei...

Half-breed, perhaps?

Momentarily, her lips purse, one long eyebrow raising. It's possible that he's something entirely not of Azeroth, but the circumstances suggest she might be right. All the same, the friendly, if brief greeting gets a curt nod out of her. She doesn't go for the axe. Yet.]

I wonder, do you know those figures you stand before?

[Translation: Azerothian?]

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[breakin_ur_lore]

Yes. Of course.

[He looks back to the statues and altars, and then to her again.]

That's Elune, the moon goddess. And this is for praying to the Light...although it will hear you wherever you are, really.

[Does he pass?]

[Action!] gd medan y so adorable

[bloodforlight]

[As he speaks about the Light, her lips curve into a tiny, knowing smile. Yes, boy, you pass, although she's still wondering what you are, exactly. She presumes, for now, that he's just a strange type of orc. But stranger still, it feels almost - almost like he, too, has been touched by the Light. But orcs do not follow that path, that teaching. Orcs do not become paladins.

For now, however, she'll consider the green-skinned youth an ally. The Alliance, after all, are not keen on such appearances.]

Then we are well met, stranger.

[She glances over him once more.]

How long have you been here for?

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[breakin_ur_lore]

[He actually smiles a little. It's nice to have something familiar. Paladin orders are sort of brotherly, and although he's just begun his studies, with luck he'll be accepted by this one.]

Well...five minutes.

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[bloodforlight]

I see.

[She fishes the little communication trinket out of a pouch at her belt, and waves it. Welcomes are not a strong point.]

You're acquainted with this already.

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[shamagaladin]

Yes. How many people are here...ma'am?

[He looks down at his own communicator, holds it up to inspect it closer.]

There [...] seem to be many.

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[bloodforlight]

I haven't counted. Under fifty, I know, but I couldn't give an exact number. It's been growing a fair bit recently, after all.

[She tucks the contraption away again.]

What is your name?

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[shamagaladin]

[Under fifty. He nods.]

Med'an. It's...it's nice to meet you.

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[bloodforlight]

[Her voice softens for a moment, her expression smoothing into a wan smile.]

And you, Med'an. I am Aureln.

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[shamagaladin]

[holy shit, aur smiles? he smiles back! and glances at the statues again.]

Have you....have you seen the Guardian around here? I was told he was here.

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[bloodforlight]

[When the time is right and there are no Death Knights about. She follows the line of his gaze, felfire eyes lingering on the representation of the Light.]

I have not met him face-to-face, I'm afraid. You would be better asking after him.

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[shamagaladin]

[Y U GOTTA HATE AUR He looks a little apprehensive, but nods. After a moment, in explanation;]

I think I might know him from somewhere. [There, that's not too damning.]

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[bloodforlight]

[HATERS GON' HATE. Her eyebrow arches, lips thinning.]

Oh?

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[breakin_ur_lore]

..."the Guardian". It sounds familiar.

[dont ask me any more questions pretty elf ladyyyy *o*]