This little valley is getting a little too full

I was walking towards the lake and I was alone.  I prefer it that way.  The thing about being alone is it requires you to rely less on others, which is a good thing for me.  The less people I get to know, the fewer deaths I will have to mourn later, and Draenei know a lot about death.  Even without having to flee Argus, the Draenei are a long lived species, some of us over twenty-five thousand azerothian years old and counting.  It would be easy to see lots of friends and family die naturally, but then Sargeras came.  So much needless death, people becoming twisted and warped before your very eyes.  It was a nightmare.

I was six years old at the time of our escape and into the wilds of uncharted space, which means I’m somewhere around 25,045 azerothian years old.  Now, I did spend a lot of time in stasis pods, as I’m somewhere around 1750 years old from a physical aging standpoint, which pretty much means I’m a very young woman compared to some of the other Draenei.  Many others weren’t even born until after we reached Draenor, now being less than 300 years old, barely in their teens by comparison.

I was still walking, finally at the water, when I found the body of the owlkin that tried to kill me.  I walked over to the body and knelt down, looking at its face.  I was thinking how about how close I came to death that night, how, after all these years and all the running I’ve done, I was almost killed by a pissed off bird.  It made me angry, very angry, so I took the hammer and began to swing at it.  I stopped myself right before I made contact.  It wasn’t entirely the creature’s fault it attacked me, it was out of it’s mind with rage.  I quickly pulled myself together and continued moving on down the lake.

The night was cold, quiet, and serene, a little too quiet for my taste.  I’m used to hearing wind, water, birds moving, but this night there was nothing but dead silence.  I finally made it to the location Aldar had sent me to when I heard a moaning noise coming from behind a tree.  I pulled out my hammer and slowly crept around to the other side.  It was Tolaan, and he was injured badly.

“Tolaan, what happened?” I whispered, looking around for any enemies or traps.

“Kaat… the ridge… blood elves… they came… out of nowhere…”

“Did you get a good look at them, see how many there were?” I asked, as I saw two of their bodies just down the hill.

“No… but there were several.  They… left me to die…” he gasped out, struggling to breath.  I cast a quick healing spell on him to try and lessen the pain, but it was just a quick fix.

“Tolaan… Tolaan, listen to me, I’m going to get you some help.  I’ll be back as fast as I can.”

“No,” he said, “go… kill the elves… figure out… what they’re up to… I’ll… be fine…”

“Here,” I said, handing him some of my spare bandages I packed, “this should help.  Try and wrap your stomach, it should stop a lot of the bleeding, and here’s some painkillers.  Do you think you can make it back to camp?”

“I can try.”

“Good, because I’m going to kill me some elves.”

I left Tolaan at the tree and quickly moved towards the ridge.  It was still dark outside, and the moon was starting to go behind a hill, making it even darker.  I loved it, as it meant I could be stealthy rather than rushing in.  I climbed a nearby hill and watched their patrols, figuring out their movement patterns before striking.  The first two closest to me went down without a problem, just a quick Judgement and they were down.  The third was going to be more difficult as she stood right in the middle of the path up the hill.

I decided the best way to kill her was a bit of rock climbing.  I snuck up the side of the cliff nearby, hanging on with just my finger tips.  As I got closer, a rock fell down, hitting other rocks on its way down.  The elf looked right up at me, but didn’t see me, it was too dark.  As soon as she looked away I pounced on top of her, hitting her in the head with my hammer as I came down.  She was dead before I finished landing.

I killed one more before I reached the ridge.  They had a small encampment set up on the right side, and some supply carts on the left.  I thought this would be a good time to get a bit more revenge, and I snuck off towards the supply cart.  There was only one lowly elf guarding all those supplies, but another one that would walk up there occasionally.  I hid in the bushes until the second one left, and killed the first.  When the second one came back, I killed her too before throwing the bodies in the carts and lighting the carts on fire.

I ran back and hid in the bushes again before the fire got too big and was noticed.  When the elves figured out their camp was on fire, I continued waiting in the bushes.  When a single elf would run by, I would pull them into the bushes and snap their neck, quietly killing them as to not attract attention.  Once they were preoccupied enough with the fire, I made my way out into their camp and began searching for a reason as to why they were there.

I searched through various tents, finding nothing, but I eventually found a small path leading farther up the hill.  As I approached the top, I could see their leader, a surveyor by the name of Candress.  She was channeling energy into a small red crystal, but I couldn’t figure out for what purpose.  I tried sneaking up the hill a bit more, but she saw me.

“Guards, seize her!” she yelled, but luckily for me, her guards were preoccupied with my little fire.  She didn’t stand a chance.  She tried throwing a fireball at me, but she missed and took my hammer square in the face.  She fell to her knees, bloodied and in pain, but I ended that pretty quickly.  I searched her tent, figuring someone probably saw her throwing fireballs, and found a set of plans on a table.  I grabbed them up and took off out of there, catching up to Tolaan and helping him back to the hospital.

I told Aldar what happened to Tolaan, and about the surveyor.  He sent off a couple of guards to finish off the elves.  I then handed him the plans I found.  As I watched him read them, I could see the anger in his eyes increasing with every word.  He let out a very unhappy growl, and then was immediately composed again.  He then thanked me for bringing him the information and then went to talk with some of the other leaders at our encampment.  I decided to take the opportunity to get some well deserved rest, because with the way things went that night, I didn’t know when I’d get a good night’s sleep again.

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