Aug 30, 2023 4:38 am
Oreal leaned forward on her elbow, gently sloshing the Pandaren rice wine around in the little dish. For such bulky people, their glassware tended toward the delicate and insubstantial. The teacups were the same. Tiny. She rather liked that, and her bags were full of such souvenirs. With nowhere to go and nothing to do, she had been travelling around Pandaria, a bit bored and a bit despondent. She had just completed a circuit around the island, exploring the Jade Forest, the Valley of the Four Winds and Kun Lai Summit. She had returned to the Shrine of Two Moons, thinking she would finally return to Silvermoon City.
She could have teleported there at any time, of course. She was a powerful mage and a member of the Sunreavers. Well, she had been a member of the Sunreavers. She had also been a member of the Sunreaver Onslaught. But with Lei Shen vanquished and that bloodthirsty moron Garrosh Hellscream screaming in Hell, the Onslaught had disbanded. Most of her peers had returned to Silvermoon, Dalaran now barred to them thanks to that bitch Proudmoore.
Oreal angrily threw back the dish of wine, draining it in one gulp. She’d lived in Dalaran for most of her adult life. While she was a competent researcher, she was also a hot head and a bit of an adrenaline junkie, which made her more suited to field work. She had served at the damn Wrathgate! She’d survived only because her fire shield had burned off the poison gases around her. She had gone back into the sickly air multiple times, opening portals and guiding people to safety.
And the thrice cursed Kirin Tor, lead by that horrible woman, had thrown her in prison because of intercontinental political bullshit! She had been rescued by the Grand Magister’s raid on the Violet Hold, but she had lost everything. Her lovely apartment, filled with beautiful keepsakes and art from centuries of travel, lost to her. She took another angry gulp, a nearby Pandaren looking at her with misgivings. She sniffed dismissively. So what if she had been here for hours? She was barely intoxicated, more’s the pity.
She just couldn’t bring herself to go back to Silvermoon City … but where else could she go?
She could have teleported there at any time, of course. She was a powerful mage and a member of the Sunreavers. Well, she had been a member of the Sunreavers. She had also been a member of the Sunreaver Onslaught. But with Lei Shen vanquished and that bloodthirsty moron Garrosh Hellscream screaming in Hell, the Onslaught had disbanded. Most of her peers had returned to Silvermoon, Dalaran now barred to them thanks to that bitch Proudmoore.
Oreal angrily threw back the dish of wine, draining it in one gulp. She’d lived in Dalaran for most of her adult life. While she was a competent researcher, she was also a hot head and a bit of an adrenaline junkie, which made her more suited to field work. She had served at the damn Wrathgate! She’d survived only because her fire shield had burned off the poison gases around her. She had gone back into the sickly air multiple times, opening portals and guiding people to safety.
And the thrice cursed Kirin Tor, lead by that horrible woman, had thrown her in prison because of intercontinental political bullshit! She had been rescued by the Grand Magister’s raid on the Violet Hold, but she had lost everything. Her lovely apartment, filled with beautiful keepsakes and art from centuries of travel, lost to her. She took another angry gulp, a nearby Pandaren looking at her with misgivings. She sniffed dismissively. So what if she had been here for hours? She was barely intoxicated, more’s the pity.
She just couldn’t bring herself to go back to Silvermoon City … but where else could she go?