[Story] - Her Light, Her Darkness
Lady Flamerage as she referred to herself was never known for patience. In her time she was feared by demons and members of the alliance that crossed her path. Fear was such a fickle word, it meant someone had power to place it within them. It meant that this woman now brazenly reclined back against a public seat within Orgrimmar with her minion out for the Orcish Horde to glare at her as they passed, had in fact that level of power. Words and stories where interesting that way, masks and false assumptions have been the error of all races through out the ages.
Faitima Illu'noir Flamerage inwardly mocked those assumptions about her. Why her power over the fear in hearts was simply because they could not understand her. Scoffing slightly she looked at the blood red armored boots that stopped before her gaze. Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she peered up with one visible eye, "Hello there baby sister..... you wished to talk?"
Linthara Illu'noir looked back at her once Cousin and smiled back, "You seem chipper... you didn't hurt anyone did you?" Looking up for a moment she brushed aside the pale tresses that framed her face. Her sister noted she looked well armored then carefully rose to her feet, the many chains of the dark robes she wore rattled slightly.
"No..... I didn't maim anyone yet... but it would seem you might be giving me a chance to from your letter?"
The paladin closed her eyes still smiling, "Perhaps... but let's take this up within the room I rented.. It will be far easier to talk there."
Faitima's smile faded for a moment as she straighten up. Though the older of the two Sin'dorei women there she was also a few inches shorter then her baby sister. The height difference didn't matter much but it did help for a more commanding presence. Her fel-imbued eyes watched as Linthara turned to walk to the Inn, the Warlock's hand reached out and paused a bit to not touch her.
'I am your Shadow, Lin...... That is what I was destined to be, my light.'
The pair continued on wordlessly to the Inn. Faitima dismissed her minion for a more compact set of eyes and ears. Linthara didn't feel bothered by the summoning before her, she made no disillusions of what her elder sibling was and what she did. She unlike many had faith, it was as simple as that to her. The odd thought struck her before looking away.
"Something wrong Lin?" Faitima inquired rubbing the chin of her imp like some fel-infested cat.
"Nothing just wondering how our lives got so strange...."
The older of the pair grinned widely, "Strange maybe but I wouldn't Trade it for the world ...."
"Maybe..... but Faitima I need you to lead the Illuminati..."
The grin dropped off her fair features, as she narrowed her eyes slightly, "No offense Linthara.... but what makes you think I can maintain something like what you do myself?"
The once Knight Lord walked over placing her hands upon her siblings shoulders, "Because........ I have faith in you.......... they trust you."
"The Illuminati might... but will your allies? Will others who looked to you for help be able to trust a demon 'lover' with their precious fight against the Cult." Faitima snorted at the idea of having to kiss up to groups, "And what about this Magistry that's given you issues before."
"I cut ties with them....... you don't have to maintain any relationships there.... as for the others if they valued my opinion they will give you a chance to prove yourself..."
"That's still asking a lot...... I kept myself a nobody for a good reason Lin...."
"I know.... but ..... I need this..... " she smiled softly before looking down, it's warmth still felt from her turned away gaze, "We... need this."
Lady Flamerage stood there a moment before reaching out to touch her sisters hands, "...... I don't like not knowing where you are going Linthara..... having to shoulder your work like this. I was meant to be your shadow...... a guardian to you ..... why are you making me step into the Light."
Linthara smiled at her sister then kissed her forehead, "Because.... Faitima.... you've been my dark angel for long enough...."
Smirking at the comment the elder of the pair looked away, "So how can I contact you on your little trip? Assuming that's why your stepping back..."
"Fiametta.... she'll know. Her cover story is that she's been a long term retainer of our family...." Linthara explained the situation then nodded, "Does that work?"
"I suppose..... granted most of the records are long gone... and the only one who would be able to break that illusion would be mother..... I doubt anyone would go looking for her to us she's 'dead' so to speak." Faitima mused and looked away, "Still.... so it really happened for you both?"
Lin smirked a bit, "Yeah.... Vayren and I are having another child......"
"Makes sense that your doing this.... I'll tell Xieo..... but what is your cover on all of it Lin? What are you telling your regiment?"
"I'm going on a Pilgrimage... to further train in the Light.... Faitima... I can't have the cult using people to find me... the less the know the better. I put you in more risk even explaining this." she sighed heavily looking down, "Your my last blood kin that links us directly as family.... I don't want you harmed."
"Oh Linthara... don't worry so on my behalf." The Warlock grinned confidently as she brushed her hair from her face, "I've been in wars longer then you have... trust me little sister. I will be fine. No cultist is going to get anything from me. My minions will ensure that."
The Paladin pulled away then sighed softly, "Thank you Faitima... I leave tonight.... I've said most of my goodbyes....... if you need anything.... talk to Fia."
~~~~~
Faitima watched her sibling leave by way of drake flight into the night and sighed to herself. She looked over paperwork, her sisters plans, notes for weapons still untested, still uncompleted. Projects halted for one reason or another, their notes etched into the corners to explain why where they would fail. Her fingers brushed over the numbers, the fel-imbued eyes stared for some time before putting the math together.
"...... you ditched plans due to the lives that would be lost..... they may see you as weak Linthara...... but you fight a battle you can win..... good girl..... time to see if I can't skim down the lives lost on some of these with some adjustments yes?"
Faitima Illu'noir Flamerage inwardly mocked those assumptions about her. Why her power over the fear in hearts was simply because they could not understand her. Scoffing slightly she looked at the blood red armored boots that stopped before her gaze. Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she peered up with one visible eye, "Hello there baby sister..... you wished to talk?"
Linthara Illu'noir looked back at her once Cousin and smiled back, "You seem chipper... you didn't hurt anyone did you?" Looking up for a moment she brushed aside the pale tresses that framed her face. Her sister noted she looked well armored then carefully rose to her feet, the many chains of the dark robes she wore rattled slightly.
"No..... I didn't maim anyone yet... but it would seem you might be giving me a chance to from your letter?"
The paladin closed her eyes still smiling, "Perhaps... but let's take this up within the room I rented.. It will be far easier to talk there."
Faitima's smile faded for a moment as she straighten up. Though the older of the two Sin'dorei women there she was also a few inches shorter then her baby sister. The height difference didn't matter much but it did help for a more commanding presence. Her fel-imbued eyes watched as Linthara turned to walk to the Inn, the Warlock's hand reached out and paused a bit to not touch her.
'I am your Shadow, Lin...... That is what I was destined to be, my light.'
The pair continued on wordlessly to the Inn. Faitima dismissed her minion for a more compact set of eyes and ears. Linthara didn't feel bothered by the summoning before her, she made no disillusions of what her elder sibling was and what she did. She unlike many had faith, it was as simple as that to her. The odd thought struck her before looking away.
"Something wrong Lin?" Faitima inquired rubbing the chin of her imp like some fel-infested cat.
"Nothing just wondering how our lives got so strange...."
The older of the pair grinned widely, "Strange maybe but I wouldn't Trade it for the world ...."
"Maybe..... but Faitima I need you to lead the Illuminati..."
The grin dropped off her fair features, as she narrowed her eyes slightly, "No offense Linthara.... but what makes you think I can maintain something like what you do myself?"
The once Knight Lord walked over placing her hands upon her siblings shoulders, "Because........ I have faith in you.......... they trust you."
"The Illuminati might... but will your allies? Will others who looked to you for help be able to trust a demon 'lover' with their precious fight against the Cult." Faitima snorted at the idea of having to kiss up to groups, "And what about this Magistry that's given you issues before."
"I cut ties with them....... you don't have to maintain any relationships there.... as for the others if they valued my opinion they will give you a chance to prove yourself..."
"That's still asking a lot...... I kept myself a nobody for a good reason Lin...."
"I know.... but ..... I need this..... " she smiled softly before looking down, it's warmth still felt from her turned away gaze, "We... need this."
Lady Flamerage stood there a moment before reaching out to touch her sisters hands, "...... I don't like not knowing where you are going Linthara..... having to shoulder your work like this. I was meant to be your shadow...... a guardian to you ..... why are you making me step into the Light."
Linthara smiled at her sister then kissed her forehead, "Because.... Faitima.... you've been my dark angel for long enough...."
Smirking at the comment the elder of the pair looked away, "So how can I contact you on your little trip? Assuming that's why your stepping back..."
"Fiametta.... she'll know. Her cover story is that she's been a long term retainer of our family...." Linthara explained the situation then nodded, "Does that work?"
"I suppose..... granted most of the records are long gone... and the only one who would be able to break that illusion would be mother..... I doubt anyone would go looking for her to us she's 'dead' so to speak." Faitima mused and looked away, "Still.... so it really happened for you both?"
Lin smirked a bit, "Yeah.... Vayren and I are having another child......"
"Makes sense that your doing this.... I'll tell Xieo..... but what is your cover on all of it Lin? What are you telling your regiment?"
"I'm going on a Pilgrimage... to further train in the Light.... Faitima... I can't have the cult using people to find me... the less the know the better. I put you in more risk even explaining this." she sighed heavily looking down, "Your my last blood kin that links us directly as family.... I don't want you harmed."
"Oh Linthara... don't worry so on my behalf." The Warlock grinned confidently as she brushed her hair from her face, "I've been in wars longer then you have... trust me little sister. I will be fine. No cultist is going to get anything from me. My minions will ensure that."
The Paladin pulled away then sighed softly, "Thank you Faitima... I leave tonight.... I've said most of my goodbyes....... if you need anything.... talk to Fia."
~~~~~
Faitima watched her sibling leave by way of drake flight into the night and sighed to herself. She looked over paperwork, her sisters plans, notes for weapons still untested, still uncompleted. Projects halted for one reason or another, their notes etched into the corners to explain why where they would fail. Her fingers brushed over the numbers, the fel-imbued eyes stared for some time before putting the math together.
"...... you ditched plans due to the lives that would be lost..... they may see you as weak Linthara...... but you fight a battle you can win..... good girl..... time to see if I can't skim down the lives lost on some of these with some adjustments yes?"