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| Author: | Alli |
| Summary: | Anselyn, Baalun, Cerethan, Corvin, Dane, Saion and Sorraine team up to deal with Ashenvale's volcano problem, as well as a Horde problem over at Raynewood Retreat. ~5000 words |
| Rating: | T for Teen |
Arc: Kalimdor Newbies
Corvin enters the inn of Astranaar to find a conversation already in progress between Saion and Cerethan.
[Cerethan]: Those you know as Kaldorei. Mind you, we are Kaldorei as well, but as we were living in exile, your typical idea of a Kaldorei will fit the much better than people like I, Highbornes.
[Saion]: Ah, exile! Like draenei.
Cerethan chuckles. "I wouldn't say'like the draenei' as our histories are sure to be very different and complicated, but… exiles, they do have that in common."
[Saion]: Draenei are from Argus, yes, ve exile to Draenor! But I never see Argus. Or exile. Just Draenor.
[Cerethan]: So you were born in exile, hm? Interesting.
[Cerethan]: I mean, compared to your people.
[Saion]: Mm, after exile. Ve live on Draenor, have city, homes. To me, it seem just normal.
[Saion]: But to older draenei, yes, feel far avay from home. Very exile.
Atley marches up to the Inn of Astranaar, helmet tucked under his arm. He snacks on jerky as he looks around, scanning familiar and unfamiliar faces alike.
[Saion]: Now I suppose exile to Azeroth? But I can go back to Draenor.
[Saion]: But it is all broken, yes? Better here.
[Cerethan]: That is true, yet there isn't much to go back to, I assume?
[Cerethan]: Not… that I'm trying to add salt to injury.
[Saion]: Oh, I am okay.
Saion smiles at Cerethan.
Corvin looks over a little nervously at the impressive soldier in such an Alliance-y getup. He pets his fox.
[Saion]: Oh WOW!
[Saion]: IT IS SIR DANE ATLEY THE RED!
[Corvin]: The… red? Like, uh, blood?
Baalun inclines his head to Dane when he arrives. "Well met."
[Saion]: YES! JUST LIKE THIS!
Cerethan's gaze goes towards Sir Dane Atley the Red. He raises his extremely long eyebrows.
Sorraine strolls up, playing a tune as usual, "♫ We did not start the fire…'Twas always burning as the world was turning…We did not start the fire…No we did not light it but we tried to fight it ♫"
[Saion]: Oh, but you are small!
Saion laughs at Atley.
Atley shifts his gaze to the booming draenei and marches over with a grunt. "How's the day, then?"
[Saion]: Very good day, thank you sir!
Atley scoffs with amusement at Saion's observation. "And you're properly fed, aren't you."
Sorraine strums happily, "♫ Druids of forbidden breeds, Fandral plants illegal seeds…Alterac, Tirisfal, Gilneas, Dalaran…Draenei flying through the stars, on the run from eredar…First dwarf city, breaking ground in Khaz Modan ♫"
[Saion]: I haf rations, yes! Very good.
Sorraine bursts into dance.
Saion dances with Sorraine.
Cerethan politely claps for the dance. Dance, troubadour, dance.
[Baalun]: Is everyone prepared to set out?
Sorraine stops, considering. "Hm…no.'First city of the dwarves'. That fits the cadence better."
Atley glances over at Sorraine and lifts a bushy eyebrow as he takes another bite of jerky.
Atley looks back to Baalun and raises his head. "Who's in charge here?"
Saion looks to Baluun.
Corvin jerks a thumb towards Baluun. "And yeah, we're… um, we're going to see what we can do about the volcano."
Sorraine looks Atley over, raising an eyebrow. "Well,'ello'andsome." She jerks a thumb at him, looking to the others. "Who's the tin can?"
[Baalun]: I have been taking the lead for the time being. Although I am willing to concede that to a more adept commander.
[Saion]: SIR DANE ATLEY THE RED, VERY FAMOUS KNIGHT!
[Cerethan]: Sir Dane Atley the Red. *He answers Sorraine.*
Saion answers louder.
Sorraine blinks. "The Red?" She looks him over again. "Don't you fink you oughtta be wearin' some red, luv?"
[Saion]: It is because BLOOD!
[Cerethan]: It's true, the title would be most suited to a soldier of the Horde, would it not?
Atley grunts at Sorraine. "I don't march out wearing red. I return with it on me, my lady."
[Sorraine]: Oooh, how macabre!
[Saion]: He kill MANY enemies vith red blood. COVERED in blood!
Saion seems to find this very exciting!
[Sorraine]: I like wearin' red so folks don't notice the blood so much. Not…that I get lotsa blood on me.
Atley grunts at Cerethan before he looks to Baluun. "You seem like you've been in country longer than I. I'll join you, if you'll accept my shield.”
Saion calms himself down and lets the grownups talk.
[Baalun]: Gladly. *He bows slightly* I have heard of your skill, Dane Atley. The Light must have blessed our meeting.
Atley grunts and looks back to Baalun. "P'raps. Stormwind has not forgotten Ashenvale or its kaldorei allies."
[Corvin]: So great we've got heroes of the Alliance with us. Sir Atley the Red, what's your feeling on worgen?
Corvin glances over towards Hephaestus.
Atley shifts his gaze to Corvin. "They're as welcome to the Alliance as any." he growls flatly. "We stand together."
Sorraine smirks at Dane. "Good to know, big fella."
[Corvin]: Right, good, because this team is kind of… half-worgen. Which you'll see if you come with us.
Atley grunts. "Very well. Wot're your names?"
[Baalun]: I am Baalun, a vindicator.
[Saion]: Sgt. Saion, 7th Legion, 6th Expeditionary Unit! Sir! Here to scout and report! *He says this clearer than most things; he must have practiced.*
Sorraine practically leaps forward and gives Dane a flourishing bow. "I am Sorraine Riordan, the Erubescent Bard!"
Sorraine bows before Atley.
[Corvin]: And I'm Corvin, a worgen. And this is Gon, my fox.
[Cerethan]: I am Lord Cerethan Starflight. Astromancer, sorcerer, scolar, and Highborne. Not that it matters anyway, to you I am a mere Kaldorei. …
[Cerethan]: Not you specifically, but you should consider me as you've done any other Kaldorei, I mean.
[Cerethan]: I am sure you will notice my inherent differences with the Lowbornes.
Atley looks to each of them and nods as they introduce themselves, but he does raises his brows at '7th Legion,' and eyes Saion a bit more closely.
Sorraine might be slightly annoyed that others are introducing themselves all over her obviously very important introduction.
Saion seems as though his job in the 7th Legion might be standing between people and ouchy things.
[Baalun]: It seems we are all acquainted now. Let's be on our way.
Sorraine pats Saion. "Hey, Puppy. Besty go?"
[Saion]: Besty go!
Atley tugs his helmet on and joins the group.
Corvin swings by to grab his horse and mount up.
Cerethan summons his horned steed from a portal.
Atley cracks his neck left and right as he casts a shrewd gaze out into the forest.
Saion's disgruntled elekk bears the burden of his massive, metal-armored warrior with irritable dignity.
[Baalun]: Such devastation…
[Sorraine]: Whoa…'ello elementals.
Lord Magmathar yells: ASHENVALE WILL BURN!
Corvin's eyes widen at the burned forest, and he flinches at the shouts from the elemental.
Anselyn makes a horrified whimper at the burning.
Saion sobers at the sight of all the fire, and stands at strict attention..
Corvin peers past the elementals. "There… Sabina…"
Cerethan fans himself with his hand. "The temperature is uncomfortably high, here."
[Sorraine]: Egbert, stay close! Blimey, gonna run right off into the lava, yeh eejit.
Lord Magmathar yells: Death rises from below and erupts from above! There is no escape!
[Baalun]: Are you Sabina Pilgrim? We are here to lend our aid.
Corvin nervously follows Baalun through the crowd of earth, water and air elementals.
[Saion]: Fire is hot *Saion explains to Cerethan. He is happy to have helpful knowledge.*
Atley looks to the worgen druid and sets his jaw.
Sabina Pilgrim says: I am, and well met.
Sabina Pilgrim says: My brother must have sent you. He wouldn't have done so unless you are capable of doing what must be done.
[Sorraine]: Aye, capable this lot.
Sabina Pilgrim says: For all of our sakes I hope that he's right. The elementals here are now my allies. You must do as they ask if we are to prevent the destruction of the rest of Ashenvale.
Saion peers up thoughtfully at the nearest elemental.
Cerethan side-eyes Saion.
Atley glances over his spiked pauldron to peer at The Vortex in particular. Thunderfury briefly crackles, attuned to its wielder's state.
Baalun nods, "Understood. The elements are clearly out of balance here."
Corvin looks at the large elementals nervously.
The massive earth elemental gazes down upon us.
Core says: The flow of the lava must be stopped if we are to prevail. I will grant to you a portion of my power. Use it to fill the lava fissures!
Saion seems startled when the elemental speaks, but quickly adjust to giving it his full attention.
Baalun turns to Core and bows, "You have our thanks."
The water elemental flows over towards us.
Atley turns to Actanus, still finishing off the last of his packed jerky.
Arctanus says: Lord Magmathar's minions must first be dealt with if we're to retake this area and put a stop to the fiery destruction of the forest.
Atley nods with a growl. "Right."
Arctanus says: The lava ragers on the flow to the north are strengthened by being on their own element. I fear that on your own, you won't have much of a chance against them.
Cerethan stays in the refreshing splashes of the water elemental. He is sweating heavily.
Corvin looks faintly affronted.
Arctanus says: I will summon one of my own to assist you.
[Cerethan]: A wonderful idea!
[Baalun]: We will make it so. Thank you for your aid.
[Corvin]: Into the fire, it seems… *Corvin stares at the burning land*
Lord Magmathar yells: Like moths to the flame!
Sorraine gazes out over the destruction. "Cor…here the whole forest floor is lava."
[Atley]: Only way past this menace is through it.
Corvin fills a lava fissure while others fight a nearby elemental.
Saion charges fearlessly into the fight, seeming undeterred by the flames and in fact rather enthusiastic about the whole thing.
[Baalun]: Here! One of the fissures.
Corvin runs over to help fill it in.
[Cerethan]: Let's see what Sir Dane Atley the Red is made of…
[Cerethan]: I didn't mean it to sound like a challenge, I am genuinely looking forward to see how capable you are.
Atley grunts.
Corvin has turned into worgen form, when they first began fighting the elementals.
Lord Magmathar yells: Destroy them, my minions!
Atley raises Thunderfury and hurls a bolt at a fire elemental.
Saion seems much less chaotic on the battlefield; he follows those in charge and sticks to the plan.
Atley occasionally glances at Saion as they fight, but otherwise similarly keeps quiet and focused.
Corvin follows along quietly, shooting arrows at the elementals.
Cerethan draws the Mana Serpent constellation to cast his Arcane Blast.
Saion is very, VERY good at breaking things.
[Atley]: Militia group then, is it.
[Corvin]: More or less. Happened together while traveling, ended up helping out.
[Corvin]: You fought in a lot of wars, Sir Atley? *Corvin glances away at the elementals, a touch nervously*
[Sorraine]: You been to the plane o' fire, Puppy?
[Saion]: Yes!
Corvin blinks at Saion.
Atley grunts at Corvin. "Aye."
Lord Magmathar yells: There is no escape! There is only the fiery embrace of my lava!
[Baalun]: We press on! We brave the flames to save Ashenvale!
[Sorraine]: Sounds like a story worth tellin', luv.
Cerethan is basically hugging the water elemental to lower his temperature.
[Saion]: Oh, is short story. Druids open portal there. 7th Legion go!
Sorraine laughs at Saion.
Saion smiles, happy to have made someone laugh!
[Sorraine]: You got a real gift o' gab.
[Saion]: Thank you!
[Atley]: How long've you lot been fighting together?
Lord Magmathar yells: Scorch the ground, boil the water, and ignite the skies!
Sorraine sings quietly, "♫ We did not start the fire… ♫"
[Corvin]: A few weeks now. Things have been coming together over time.
Atley grunts and nods appraisingly. "Weeks."
[Saion]: I vill be call back to Firelands, but I hope not soon. I like these!
Saion gestures to the people.
Atley looks to Saion. "The Molten Front needs all the help it can get. Unfortunately, it's not the only place on fire."
[Cerethan]: Indeed, weeks. We know, it's a very short time, but I feel every single person in this group has showed themselves to be a trustworthy ally.
[Corvin]: Yeah, it's been a good team so far. You been fighting in Ashenvale long?
Lord Magmathar yells: I am free of the bonds of the earth never to return again!
[Anselyn]: I do not like the shouting demon.
[Sorraine]: Aye, anyone else wanna shut him up?
[Corvin]: Wonder if we can do something about him… yeah, I'd put an arrow right in his throat.
Atley shakes his head. "I've visited the war front here to assist in strikes. I've never been properly deployed."
[Saion]: Velcome!
[Atley]: I've largely come to show the kaldorei they don't stand alone. Seems you lot've been doing that, already.
[Saion]: Always good, to help.
Atley grunts.
Corvin smiles. "Yeah, we're, um, good members of the Alliance."
[Atley]: An attack upon one of us is an attack upon all.
[Corvin]: Yeah, of course.
Core rumbles at the group approvingly. "Well done. Lord Magmathar's fire is now trapped, restrained within the earth once more."
Cerethan sits near Arctanus. "Never would have I thought I'd long for a cold bath… Aah, and a scented candle, reading a good book…" He whispers.
Arctanus says: You acquitted yourself well in battle on the field. However, I'm afraid that Lord Magmathar has taken notice of you and the destruction that you've wreaked upon his minions.
[Corvin]: What clued you in, all the yelling?
Cerethan chuckles at Corvin.
Arctanus says: Quite. You will have to deal with him or he is sure to burn you alive.
Atley sets his jaw and turns to squint at the top of Thunder Peak.
The Vortex says: I will help you with that.
The air elemental moves over.
The Vortex says: I will summon forth a whirling vortex to speed your way up to the skies over Thunder Peak.
[Sorraine]: I'm in favor of any plan that don't involve us burnin' alive.
[Saion]: My sister vould love him! *Saion beams at the wind elemental.*
The Vortex says: Do not burn alive. Channel the power of the Earthen Ring through the elemental to slay Lord Magmathar so that we may bring him into balance once more.
Saion cheers at The Vortex!
[Baalun]: Good. Then we can engage him from the mountaintop.
Atley grunts. "Bring the fight to him."
Saion salutes Baalun with respect.
Baalun nods to Dane.
[Corvin]: I'm ready. *Corvin straightens up*
Atley draws Thunderfury and his shield.
Lord Magmathar yells: The Earthen Ring cannot withstand my fury!
[Anselyn]: FIREWEED WILL GROW ON YOUR GRAVE, VILLAIN!
[Saion]: WOO HOOOOO!
The team, borne aloft by wind vortices, take the fight to the mountaintop. Lord Magmathar is silenced!
[Saion]: YAHHOOOOOOO!
Corvin flies down in the blissful silence after the elemental dies. Or at least, the blissful silence punctuated by "YAHHOOOO".
[Anselyn]: We flew! We flew in the air!
Saion can make up for the lost shouting, easily.
Anselyn cheers!
[Corvin]: That was pretty… uh… I've never done anything like that before.
[Cerethan]: Interesting! May we go again? For research purposes, of course.
Baalun bows his head to say a quick prayer after the battle's end.
Sabina Pilgrim says: There is no need.
Sabina Pilgrim says: It is done. The power of fire is subdued and the four elements are returned to harmony.
Saion looks exhilarated!
Sabina Pilgrim says: You have saved the rest of Ashenvale through your brave and selfless actions. You have our eternal thanks.
Sabina Pilgrim says: Before you head back to Astranaar, I would suggest checking in at Raynewood Tower to the east. I have seen many Sentinels moving that way, which usually means something to do with the Horde.
Saion salutes Sabina Pilgrim with respect.
Atley folds his burly arms as he listens.
[Baalun]: We will look into it. Light guide you, Sabina.
Saion nods at Baalun.
Corvin makes a gesture that might be tipping a hat. He is not wearing a hat.
Saion falls in line behind Baalun, ready for whatever's next.
[Saion]: Besty go!
[Corvin]: I was hoping I could recruit those two for an outfit I've been working for, but they seem pretty settled here.
[Saion]: Ze vorgens?
[Corvin]: Yeah. Heard a rumor they had something like the Kul Tiran sea knack.
Atley faintly furrows his brow.
[Anselyn]: besty go, besty go, before my bow…
Sorraine giggles
Saion smiles. He has no idea what Corvin's talking about, probably.
[Baalun]: That woman there looks to be in command.
Anselyn can't get that song out of his head.
Baalun points at Sentinel Melyria Frostshadow.
Corvin nods at Baalun.
Atley grunts.
Saion salutes Sentinel Melyria Frostshadow with respect.
Sentinel Melyria Frostshadow says: Hello! Are you reinforcements? Unusual reinforcements?
Anselyn bows before Sentinel Melyria Frostshadow.
[Baalun]: Greetings sentinel. We are here to help.
Atley grunts at Melyria.
Sentinel Melyria Frostshadow says: Wonderful.
Sentinel Melyria Frostshadow says: I and my sentinels have been ordered by Keeper Ordanus to stay here and hold the tower. So far we've been able to repel the Horde, but now they're going around us to directly attack the retreat to the north.
Sentinel Melyria Frostshadow says: The keeper sent out his dryads to defend the tree, but they do not seem to be much of a match for the vanguard of the Warsong orcs.
Atley glares and looks to Baluun.
[Corvin]: Dryads against orcs? *Corvin raises wolfish eyebrows.*
Sentinel Melyria Frostshadow says: I need you to go out there and recover as many laughing sister corpses as you can. Take them to Halannia inside the tree at the retreat. She will know what to do.
Saion just looks politely attentive.
[Baalun]: Hmm… The orcs are a formidable foe, but they are no match for the strength of the Light. We will strike them down and recover the dryads.
[Corvin]: Recover… bodies… *Corvin stares at her*
Atley blinks a few times as he listens to the orcish yelling, turning his head to the side.
[Saion]: Yes! Strike down orcs! *Saion seems very familiar with this concept.*
Saion looks very ready to hit orcs.
[Cerethan]: As kin, it is an honor for me to help the Kaldorei protect their simpler way of life in the forest. I will do my utmost best to help your Laughing sisters.
Sentinel Melyria Frostshadow gives Cerethan a level look.
Corvin takes a deep breath.
Warsong Vanguard yells: Kil Gul'nath Gesh'zugas!
Warsong Vanguard yells: Kil kek No'ku!
[Atley]: It sounds like they're boasting about something.
[Saion]: Ve make them quiet, yes?
[Anselyn]: Nature is complex.
[Baalun]: The orcs are a prideful people. It is a weakness.
Saion agrees with Baalun.
Saion starts to charge.
Warsong Vanguard yells: Rega rega kaz kil nogu re'ka zugas!
[Atley]: The bugger yelling claims to have slain the'great one.'
Corvin watches the team take down an orc standing by two fallen dryads.
[Corvin]: The great one?
[Baalun]: Who might that mean?
[Corvin]: Who's that?
[Cerethan]: Surely not a Keeper of the grove, right? Perhaps an Ancient?
[Atley]: Cannot say.
Warsong Vanguard yells: Gesh'nuka ka thok!
[Corvin]: This was just… a slaughter. *Corvin says, his eyes bleak*
Atley grunts.
[Baalun]: It's remarkable how quickly the orcs have spread across Kalimdor.
Saion nods at Baalun.
[Saion]: Orcs - very dangerous.
Atley grunts. "They weren't hit as hard as the rest of us by the Cataclysm."
[Baalun]: True. *he says to both Saion and Dane.*
[Corvin]: They've always been dangerous, back before in the Eastern Kingdoms as well. *Corvin pauses* I mean, I read about those days.
[Saion]: I know!
[Saion]: And on Draenor!
[Atley]: They claim to venerate the spirits, the elements. Many do. Here, they burn the wilds and venerate nothing but war and conquest.
[Atley]: They'll never change.
Saion smiles at Baalun.
[Cerethan]: I disagree. There is always potential for change, for to live is to change! See how some of us Kaldorei live an almost barbaric life while others don't? That was instigated by a change!
[Cerethan]: … barbaric wasn't the word I wanted to use.
Atley flits his gaze to Cerethan for a moment, unblinking.
[Anselyn]: It wasn't.
Sorraine laughs, "Good save, Ray."
[Corvin]: Yeah, but the orcs, they… *There's a flash of anger in Corvin, and then he blinks, and finishes quietly* They did a lot of bad things.
[Cerethan]: Um… Closer to… nature?
[Atley]: Don't consider yourself kaldorei?
Atley asks Cerethan
[Cerethan]: I do! But us Highbornes and… the others, we do differ much culturally, don't we?
[Atley]: You're among the first Highborne I've met.
[Cerethan]: My! I hope I leave a good impression!
Atley grunts.
The team delivers the bodies of the dryads to Halannia in the tower of Raynewood Retreat.
Saion looks solemn as they bring the remains of the dryads to the living one.
Halannia says: Thank you. We have our hands full defending the retreat, but when I can catch my breath, I'll see to it that these sisters are returned to life, the goddess willing.
[Saion]: Oh! Back to life? Good!
Halannia nods. "I can feel their spirits are not far away."
Atley grunts.
Halannia says: In the meantime, you've demonstrated your prowess… we can use your help.
Halannia says: We have been using the power of the Forest Heart to defend the tree from the Horde, but its power is not without limit. We must use it to take the fight to them!
[Baalun]: Tell us where to strike and we will go.
[Sorraine]: Bring'em all right back to life, quick as y'like? That's a handy trick.
[Cerethan]: Perhaps it's due to the nature of dryads? You are rather plant like, are you not?
Halannia says: Yes, I suppose you could say so, in a sense.
Halannia says: Anyway, the fight, let me not be distracted. Shadumbra, the great cat of the forest, prowls nearby. It is from her that we shall draw our inspiration. All of you will become one with the shade of Shadumbra.
Halannia says: You will take the essence of the panther into you and lay waste to those who dare attack the might of Ashenvale!
Saion looks around, hoping someone understands.
Atley faintly knits his brow underneath his helmet.
Atley spots Saion and gives him a nod.
Halannia says: Let me know when you are ready for Sahdumbra's spirit!
Saion lets Halannia know that he is ready!
[Baalun]: Let's not waste time then. The orc's advance stops here.
[Corvin]: Are we, um, ready? I guess it can't be worse than the wolf.
[Atley]: Ready, my lady.
Saion is always ready, even when he has no clue what's going on.
Halannia transforms the team into ghost frostsabers, which stream out into the battlefield and lay waste to the Horde army.
Cerethan looks at his transformation in surprise.
Corvin does not take long to get used to yet another form, and dives out of the tower to attack the orc army.
Warsong Vanguard yells: Gul'rok tago!
Atley also reels back, the giant feline looking at its paws with confusion, though its movements seem intuitive and natural.
Anselyn swings his head around, inspects a paw, and sharp, curved claws extend from the tips.
Baalun does his best to adjust to the very unfamiliar form and steps in place to get the feel of it down.
Atley growls and leaps through the open doorway, over the balcony, and towards the orcs below.
Warsong Vanguard yells: Osh'kava kil kek No'ku!
Baalun joins in and tears into the Horde's ranks.
Cerethan awkwardly leaves the building by politely walking down the stairs. He tries to casts spells with his front paws. Oh no, that just won't do. What would a nature-loving kaldorei do? He runs up to an orc and hits him on the head with his paw, claws not out.
When the orcs are routed, the panthers make their way back to Sentinel Frostshadow and regain their varied forms.
Sentinel Melyria Frostshadow says: A brutal display, but one fitting for the enemies of Ashenvale. The Horde dares to think that they can take our beloved forest away from us.
Sentinel Melyria Frostshadow says: They are fatally mistaken!
Sentinel Melyria Frostshadow says: You have saved Raynewood from destruction. You will always have my thanks.
[Cerethan]: Ah! We showed these miscreants!
Atley glares and inclines his head with respect.
[Baalun]: The Alliance stands united.
Saion cheers at Sentinel Melyria Frostshadow!
Atley looks to Baalun and nods. "Indeed."
Corvin smiles, reaching down to touch his fox's head. "Yeah, we stand united."
[Cerethan]: Absolutely.
[Corvin]: I might stick around the area, try to help. Or check into that Cobalt thing Anselyn mentioned.
[Cerethan]: I have to admit, this feral form was difficult for me to comprehend. I suppose it must have been easier for our bestial friends?
[Anselyn]: I can still write and find out how to meet a member.
[Atley]: Do you speak of Cobalt Company?
[Corvin]: Yeah, you know it?
Anselyn nods at Atley.
[Cerethan]: I confess, I am no fighter, but I am intrigued by this Cobalt Company as well.
Corvin nods at Anselyn.
Atley scoffs with amusement. "I do. I'm a part of it. You're of a mind to join, are you?"
[Anselyn]: They helped my pack.
[Corvin]: Oh, um. *Corvin looks over at Sir Atley in surprise.* Yeah, I was… I was thinking maybe. If they might take somebody like me.
[Anselyn]: I owe much to the Kal'dorei and to Cobalt Company.
[Cerethan]: I believe my talents in astromancy may be beneficial to your Company! *He says, like it's a job interview.*
Atley removes his helmet and and tucks it under an arm. "Based on wot' I've seen here, you lot are cut out for it. I'll send word to the Captain. I warrant you'll each be interviewed."
[Atley]: With my recommendation.
[Cerethan]: I expected no less.
Corvin raises his head, a hopeful look in his eye. "Thanks, sir."
Anselyn grins. "Thank you. I'll make sure you'll stand by that recommendation."
[Cerethan]: … Because you've been very kind. Not because… We were exceptional. I am not so prideful to assume that is why you would recommend us.
[Baalun]: A generous proposal, Dane Atley. I have been looking for something new to dedicate myself to. The military makes me lose sight of my ideals after a time, I fear.
[Atley]: I was a lifelong soldier, myself. If any of you desires to not be the tip of the spear, but the dagger thrown before the spear is even implemented, then Cobalt Company is for you.
[Anselyn]: I…know a thing or two about getting places unseen.
Corvin nods seriously, touching his bow.
[Atley]: I'll need a list of the names of your lot.
[Atley]: I'll pass it along when I return to Ironforge.
[Baalun]: I have heard many impressive things about Cobalt Company.
[Atley]: I'm proud to be a part of the Company. You'll be among likeminded folk.
[Cerethan]: Lord Cerethan Starflight! C-E-R-E-T-H-A-N. Starflight is spelled S-T-A-R-F-L-I-G-H-T. I assume you know the spelling of lord, yes?
Atley flits his gaze to Cerethan. "Having it on parchment'd be better."
[Cerethan]: Ah, I understand! Luckily, I always have some with me. *He turns to the nearby table and begins to write.* See, "Lord" starts with an L. Then, O-R-D. Those letters together make up the word "Lord".
[Corvin]: Pretty sure he's got that one, Ray.
Cerethan hands the paper to Dane, then turns to look at Corvin. "Ah. Yes."
Atley patiently watches Cerethan before he nods to the others. "Them too."
[Cerethan]: It's.. my name you wanted to see written. Of course.
[Anselyn]: He's making a list, I think.
Atley grunts, also patiently.
[Atley]: Once I have the list, I'll deliver it to our Captain, and interviews will be arranged. A place'll be found for you.
Cerethan takes back the parchment and returns to the table to write his full name on the parchment. "All right,next person please!" He holds a quill to whoever may take it.
[Corvin]: Oh, uh, sure. *Corvin takes the quill and moves over to the parchment*
Corvin's handwriting is much tidier than his worgen appearance might make one expect, and he writes "Corvin Trent" neatly below Ray's name. No titles.
[Baalun]: Baalun. Although among the Hand of Argus I was also called the Aegis.
[Atley]: I'd mark that as well, Vindicator.
[Cerethan]: Were we supposed to annotate our name with a resume? I can do that, if necessary.
Atley shakes his hand. "Not here. Merely your names, so the Captain'll know who I've recommended. When you come to interview, bring wot'ever you deem as relevant."
[Corvin]: Right, okay, I'll do that.
[Corvin]: I think I'm gonna head back to Astranaar for now. See you all around later.
Atley holds a hand out for the list. "Right. Stay safe."
[Baalun]: Farewell comrades. Light guide you.
Atley grunts. "Farewell."
[Cerethan]: I shall go back to Darnassus. As I said, I really need this cold bath with a scented candle and some literature. Farewell. *He bows to the group.*
Cerethan bows down graciously.
[Anselyn]: I want to put my name on it!
Atley nods. "Go on, then. I'll deliver it swiftly."
[Corvin]: Maybe we'll work together more, in the future. *Corvin smiles at Anselyn, and attempts again to tip an imaginary hat at Dane, before he turns away*
Anselyn takes the paper and writes "Anselyn Pearson." It's readable. Enough.
Anselyn nods at Corvin.
[Anselyn]: we should!
Atley examines the paper with a frown before he folds it up and whistles for Thoras.
[Atley]: Stay sharp.
[Anselyn]: Whoooooaaaa.
[Anselyn]: he had a gryphon! his own!
[Cerethan]: I am certain you will too, soon. Maybe a rental, at first.