Kelenar: 4/9/11 Meeting at the Dark Portal
High above the tranquil plains of Nagrand, Kelenar Bloodrend reclined against a netherdrake's smooth flank. The island that he and Serinaku were sitting on boasted a large tree and a waterfall, whose water sprung from nether-knows-where and fell to earth in a thunderous rush. The wind blew through the tree's branches, and the netherdrake Serinaku voiced her approval in a deep rumble. Kelenar sighed in appreciation, as well. After weeks in the snow of Northrend, the warmth of these plains could not have been more welcome.
He was clad only in a loose cloth shirt and pants. His hair fell in wet clumps around his face and shoulders. He'd obviously jumped into the water and was now drying out. Nearby, his armor was laid out neatly, along with his sword, shield, and his bag. He reached for the bag and drew out a small tome and a folded piece of parchment. He found his quill and ink and penned a short message into a blank page in the tome. Serinaku seems pleased to be back in Outland. We're relaxing for a bit while I try to contact my draenei friend. Weather's nice here. Warm. Perhaps, if any of the others were awake, they would join him here. It was peaceful and warm here, and it was far from the stupidity that plagued Quel'thalas. A perfect place to relax.
He unfolded the parchment and read it once more. It was written in Orcish, but no orc he'd seen had penmanship that fine. No matter how many times Kelenar watched Laarthus speak and write Orcish, he was still amazed at how fluent the draenei was in the language of his former neighbors of Draenor. Kelenar's Orcish was not nearly so fine.
My friend,
How are you doing? We haven't been able to speak much since you left Shattrath, and that I regret deeply. You would be pleased to know that the young priest, Relaan, has stepped up to fill the void in the infirmary admirably, though he's not as skilled as you were with alternative treatments to the Light. We continue to fight the Legion. It seems like a war never-ending, especially with the Horde and Alliance forces too busy in Azeroth to lend us much aid. I continue to hope that soon what remains of Draenor will be free from demonic taint.
I've looked into this Franklin Millistus, as you asked, and my findings have been alarming, to say the least. The Forsaken works with the Scryers to bring Kael'thas' remaining forces to justice, true, but have been reports by some of our forces in Shadowmoon Valley that his methods are distasteful. We've seen a few of the Sunfury he's brought in burned by fel fire. His latest prisoner claims he was captured and tortured for information by a succubus under the Forsaken's control. If this is true, it presents a clear breach of trust. The vindicators would like your side of the conflict between you and Mr. Millistus. I told them you probably wouldn't come back to Shattrath, due to the threats and the possibility of arrest, and so they've agreed that I can hear your tale and bring it back to them.
I am certain, that with this new development, we can at least clear your name in Shattrath City. Let us meet soon, my friend.
Laarthus
Kelenar folded the letter and placed it carefully back in his bag, along with the small tome. He smiled at the netherdrake, who watched him move through half-closed eyes. "Well, Serinaku, why don't we get ready and fly down to check for mail? Laarthus should have gotten my letter by now, perhaps he's responded." The netherdrake stretched her wings and rose to drink while Kelenar put his armor back on. Once dressed, he patted the female drake fondly. "You ready?" The netherdrake nodded, though how much she understood of the Thalassian, Kelenar was unsure. She was smart, he knew, but he didn't speak Draconic, and he'd never heard her speak anything but her own native tongue. Nevertheless, she crouched so he could climb into the saddle, and then launched herself off the island to the Mag'har village below.
A letter waited for him. It was written in the same neat hand, and Kelenar scanned it quickly. When he wad done, he folded it and climbed back into the saddle. Once Serinaku was airborne, he directed her to the Hellfire Peninsula.
He'd seen in the tome that Deathgale was awake. Maybe the others were stirring as well and would hear him. While Serinaku flew, he concentrated on the connection that tied his mind to the others. He tried to keep control of his emotions, but the others would still likely feel his excitement. He said to them, "There's been a new development with my problems in Shattrath. The Forsaken that accused me of being a follower of Kael'thas is a warlock. The city vindicators want to hear my side of what happened. I'm not meeting with them. I've arranged a meeting with an Aldor friend at the Dark Portal in two hours. He's fairly certain he can clear my name in Shattrath, if he can relay all the correct details in the matter to the vindicators. The Dark Portal is a sanctuary due to the ongoing demon attacks and I expect no problems, but if anyone would like to join me, I wouldn't mind the company. We'll be on the Horde side of it, close to the portal to Orgrimmar."
Beneath him, the rolling plains of Nagrand sped past. Despite the drake's speed, it would take him a little while to get to the Dark Portal, and so he got comfortable in the saddle and waited.
He was clad only in a loose cloth shirt and pants. His hair fell in wet clumps around his face and shoulders. He'd obviously jumped into the water and was now drying out. Nearby, his armor was laid out neatly, along with his sword, shield, and his bag. He reached for the bag and drew out a small tome and a folded piece of parchment. He found his quill and ink and penned a short message into a blank page in the tome. Serinaku seems pleased to be back in Outland. We're relaxing for a bit while I try to contact my draenei friend. Weather's nice here. Warm. Perhaps, if any of the others were awake, they would join him here. It was peaceful and warm here, and it was far from the stupidity that plagued Quel'thalas. A perfect place to relax.
He unfolded the parchment and read it once more. It was written in Orcish, but no orc he'd seen had penmanship that fine. No matter how many times Kelenar watched Laarthus speak and write Orcish, he was still amazed at how fluent the draenei was in the language of his former neighbors of Draenor. Kelenar's Orcish was not nearly so fine.
My friend,
How are you doing? We haven't been able to speak much since you left Shattrath, and that I regret deeply. You would be pleased to know that the young priest, Relaan, has stepped up to fill the void in the infirmary admirably, though he's not as skilled as you were with alternative treatments to the Light. We continue to fight the Legion. It seems like a war never-ending, especially with the Horde and Alliance forces too busy in Azeroth to lend us much aid. I continue to hope that soon what remains of Draenor will be free from demonic taint.
I've looked into this Franklin Millistus, as you asked, and my findings have been alarming, to say the least. The Forsaken works with the Scryers to bring Kael'thas' remaining forces to justice, true, but have been reports by some of our forces in Shadowmoon Valley that his methods are distasteful. We've seen a few of the Sunfury he's brought in burned by fel fire. His latest prisoner claims he was captured and tortured for information by a succubus under the Forsaken's control. If this is true, it presents a clear breach of trust. The vindicators would like your side of the conflict between you and Mr. Millistus. I told them you probably wouldn't come back to Shattrath, due to the threats and the possibility of arrest, and so they've agreed that I can hear your tale and bring it back to them.
I am certain, that with this new development, we can at least clear your name in Shattrath City. Let us meet soon, my friend.
Laarthus
Kelenar folded the letter and placed it carefully back in his bag, along with the small tome. He smiled at the netherdrake, who watched him move through half-closed eyes. "Well, Serinaku, why don't we get ready and fly down to check for mail? Laarthus should have gotten my letter by now, perhaps he's responded." The netherdrake stretched her wings and rose to drink while Kelenar put his armor back on. Once dressed, he patted the female drake fondly. "You ready?" The netherdrake nodded, though how much she understood of the Thalassian, Kelenar was unsure. She was smart, he knew, but he didn't speak Draconic, and he'd never heard her speak anything but her own native tongue. Nevertheless, she crouched so he could climb into the saddle, and then launched herself off the island to the Mag'har village below.
A letter waited for him. It was written in the same neat hand, and Kelenar scanned it quickly. When he wad done, he folded it and climbed back into the saddle. Once Serinaku was airborne, he directed her to the Hellfire Peninsula.
He'd seen in the tome that Deathgale was awake. Maybe the others were stirring as well and would hear him. While Serinaku flew, he concentrated on the connection that tied his mind to the others. He tried to keep control of his emotions, but the others would still likely feel his excitement. He said to them, "There's been a new development with my problems in Shattrath. The Forsaken that accused me of being a follower of Kael'thas is a warlock. The city vindicators want to hear my side of what happened. I'm not meeting with them. I've arranged a meeting with an Aldor friend at the Dark Portal in two hours. He's fairly certain he can clear my name in Shattrath, if he can relay all the correct details in the matter to the vindicators. The Dark Portal is a sanctuary due to the ongoing demon attacks and I expect no problems, but if anyone would like to join me, I wouldn't mind the company. We'll be on the Horde side of it, close to the portal to Orgrimmar."
Beneath him, the rolling plains of Nagrand sped past. Despite the drake's speed, it would take him a little while to get to the Dark Portal, and so he got comfortable in the saddle and waited.