Noix and Dax story
Noix was exhausted, but she smiled to herself, that was when she was at her most brilliant after all. She stripped the long bloodied sleeves off her thin delicate arms. She had been administering to wounded, performing surgeries and triage as fast as she could,. She had been a surging beacon of holy light, as her fellow priests and priestesses had done the same. Now she’d been pulled aside by a senior cleric and ordered to go get rest before she herself collapsed like some of her breathren. She shrugged as she glanced over at one priest that had suffered sunstroke. She though she knew him, Descartes was his name, but she couldn’t remember much about him. He was still unconscious, and Noix just shook her head too tired to even speak. The aftermath of the attack on the city was still sending resounding ripples of shock and pain through the city. Noix was glad she was numb to it after Ana’thas passed in her arms. She passed him now, stretched out on the ground, just another body in the neat rows of corpses waiting for family to claim them. She knelt by him and said a prayer silently. She got up and shook her head before shaking out the rest of her body to try and relieve the tension, before turning and heading for one of the temporary defense posts erected in the city.
She slipped past fast moving elves, grateful for her lithe frame as she found him. He was standing with his back to her, lesser mages passed out on cushions on the ground around the orb he had both hands on, red tinted goggles on his face. Noix reached out and plucked at his sleeve feeling a jolt of arcane magic jump up her arm.
“Daddy?” she spoke, her voice a whisper as the elf she was poking jumped. He kept his hands on the orb as he looked around the room and spotted another elf.
“Hayliden, take over.” He barked his normally soft pleasant voice harsh and demanding. The younger mage scrambled up and put his hands to the orb, wincing in pain as the older elf removed his own hands and turned towards Noix.
“Noix, Princess, what have I told you about disturbing me when I am controlling constructs?” He was stern as he pulled goggles up. He put his normal half moon glasses and peered at her looking as tired as she felt.
“Daddy, I..” Noix could feel herself starting to cry, even as her father pulled her into his arms for a hug. She shut her eyes as he rocked them back and forth reassuringly.
“It’s okay Princess. Everything will be okay.” He was quiet, as she cried softly. She managed to regain her composure as her father wrapped a long thin arm about her shoulders to guide her towards a bench to sit outside. Noix rubbed her face before hugging him again, “Princess, would you like some cake?” He was quiet, and not quite as gruff as she shook her head.
“Daddy, I have an idea… to get you away from Mother.” Noix whispered, her voice refusing to be louder. “Now is your chance to go run off and be declared legally dead, to get the contract dissolved.” She whispered even as he leaned closer to hear more. “Daddy, it’s such a mess they wouldn’t think twice. Especially with the mass of undead rising and attacking the outskirts and how drained we all are.” He hugged her tightly prompting a squeak from her.
“You are brilliant child.” He could feel her laughing, even as his mind raced at the idea of being freed from his wife. Noix stepped back from him with a grin, she was brilliant when she was exhausted after all.
She slipped past fast moving elves, grateful for her lithe frame as she found him. He was standing with his back to her, lesser mages passed out on cushions on the ground around the orb he had both hands on, red tinted goggles on his face. Noix reached out and plucked at his sleeve feeling a jolt of arcane magic jump up her arm.
“Daddy?” she spoke, her voice a whisper as the elf she was poking jumped. He kept his hands on the orb as he looked around the room and spotted another elf.
“Hayliden, take over.” He barked his normally soft pleasant voice harsh and demanding. The younger mage scrambled up and put his hands to the orb, wincing in pain as the older elf removed his own hands and turned towards Noix.
“Noix, Princess, what have I told you about disturbing me when I am controlling constructs?” He was stern as he pulled goggles up. He put his normal half moon glasses and peered at her looking as tired as she felt.
“Daddy, I..” Noix could feel herself starting to cry, even as her father pulled her into his arms for a hug. She shut her eyes as he rocked them back and forth reassuringly.
“It’s okay Princess. Everything will be okay.” He was quiet, as she cried softly. She managed to regain her composure as her father wrapped a long thin arm about her shoulders to guide her towards a bench to sit outside. Noix rubbed her face before hugging him again, “Princess, would you like some cake?” He was quiet, and not quite as gruff as she shook her head.
“Daddy, I have an idea… to get you away from Mother.” Noix whispered, her voice refusing to be louder. “Now is your chance to go run off and be declared legally dead, to get the contract dissolved.” She whispered even as he leaned closer to hear more. “Daddy, it’s such a mess they wouldn’t think twice. Especially with the mass of undead rising and attacking the outskirts and how drained we all are.” He hugged her tightly prompting a squeak from her.
“You are brilliant child.” He could feel her laughing, even as his mind raced at the idea of being freed from his wife. Noix stepped back from him with a grin, she was brilliant when she was exhausted after all.