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Topic Started: Jan 22 2011, 11:54 PM (3,449 Views)
Zadora
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Dora couldn't help the flinch that escaped her at that - being hit by friendly fire had always been a concern of hers. Scanning the battlefield in front of her, she took careful stock of how the elementals were behaving, as well as the location of the dragons they needed to befriend and the berries needed to make that happen. With a nod, she settled on their path and started out, careful to draw the attention of only one elemental at a time - two only if need be.

The heat of battle felt good thrumming through her veins and she smiled grimly behind her helm. Though she greatly valued the time spent helping her people rebuild from the destruction Deathwing wrought, this is where she truly belonged. She would always be a master at the sword and only an apprentice at the hammer... the phantom throb that burst though her left thumb every time she thought about it was enough to prove that. ... damn nail needing to be held against the wood to get hammered in.
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Reyvan
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Reyvan had always been rather small and scrawny, a fact that she despised. No matter how much vigorous training she put herself through, there would always be someone with an equal amount of training who could defeat her thanks to their larger size. She specialized in sneaking around, not fighting her enemies face to face like Helo and Zadora. But that said, natural speed and grace, and years of training, meant that she could still hold her own in a fight. Her daggers cut through elemental after elemental with relative ease.
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Helothannin
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Helo sent Noamuth in to protect the flanks of the two women, and as he fired he carefully edged his way toward a tree that had one of the bushes of berries at its base.

Pausing a moment, he bent down to carefully grab a branch and examine it. The berries were small, both dark and light-colored - the dark ones would likely be the ripe ones. He had once tasted a wine flavored by juniper berries, but he had never actually seen berries right off the bush so he based his assumption on his knowledge of other berries - the darker ones would be the ripe ones, and the light ones would be the younger berries that needed more time on the branch.

But, he then mused to himself, just because he knew which may or may not be ripe berries didn't mean that the faerie dragons preferred one over the other.

Carefully he opened a small pouch attached to his belt and quickly he filled it with both darker and lighter berries. The faerie dragons would eat whichever they preferred, if they even HAD a preference.

He stood then and began to once more shoot at the elementals with his usual degree of deadly precision. Zadora and Reyvan were choosing their fights well; he would not need to worry about hitting them.
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Zadora
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Working in somewhat of a semi-circle, Dora was sure to clear a big enough area in front of the little dragons that if they did sniff out someone in hiding, they wouldn't be fighting that person as well as elementals. She was pretty damn resilient, but there was no sense at all in being reckless. Also, while she still did not know Helothannin and Reyvan that well, they had become something like her "pack," to use the term Noamuth seemed so disheartened by. So far though, they'd been a pretty solid pack.

Sure, they were a motley crew, but it wasn't like Zadora had the chance to build a different one. So many of the people she had loved and cared about had died in the Shattering, and the one that meant the very most to her had rushed off to Darnassus and then here to Mount Hyjal before the tremors had even stopped. It was sad, in a way, that though it was cold and dangerous and deadly, in Northrend she had been surrounded by friends and comrades. With her people...

With a shake of her head, Dora tried to jerk herself out of the thoughts - she was an army kind of woman, worked best as one of the many cogs in a huge machine. Yet after the Shattering, after losing so many of her own people, she had needed the solitude of travelling over the Eastern Kingdoms to grieve in her own way. But this strange combination of Blood Elf, Undead, and Human was working out for her so far, and she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Driving her sword through the last elemental that stood in their way, Zadora stepped over the body as it collapses and smiled softly at the little dragon in front of her, though she did not reach out to touch it. She had seen Helo collecting berries, and besides, he was a Hunter, animals were his thing. She would let him do the talking with the little thing.
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Reyvan
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With the defeat of the last elemental, Reyvan let out a small sigh of relief and sheathed her daggers.
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Helothannin
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Helo slung his bow across his back and walked up to them, skirting the destroyed elementals.

"Well, let's see how friendly they are to strangers."

He took a handful of berries from the pouch on his belt and held them lightly out toward the faerie dragon. "Hello."
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Zadora
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There was no hesitation when the dragon flitted forward and eagerly took the berries from his hand. With a happy sounding chirp, the creature swallowed the entire offering and then looked up at Helo as though asking what the gift was for.
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Reyvan
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It was a cute little creature, Reyvan decided, if extremely strange looking. She was tempted to try and touch it (she had a soft spot for animals), but knew it would probably be best to let Helo handle it. He was the hunter after all.
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Helothannin
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Helo smiled. Faerie dragons were not dragons at all, it seemed - they lacked the scales, the skeletal structure, and the eyes - but they were interesting creatures nonetheless.

He flexed his fingers then laid his hand out flat on the ground, inviting the dragon to climb onto his arm if it wished, and pulled more berries free from his pouch.

"Hello. We were wondering if you had noticed any...bad men trying to hide from the druids here. The bad men are the ones making the elementals angry."
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Zadora
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After taking a few more berries from the pouch, the little dragon chirped happily again and flitted in to the air, sparking lightly as he flew off quick enough to be on a mission, but slow enough to be followed.

Sword firm in her grip, Dora followed the little creature, shield up to defend herself - there was a good chance the dragon was going to reveal someone who did not want to be revealed. Best to be prepared for the anger that will cause.
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