Post by Alaine DeRioux on Sept 4, 2014 11:11:01 GMT -6
((It isn't necessary to respond to this, this is more to introduce Alaine to the RP scene and explain exactly how and why she ended up in Kin's Bay prior to me jumping into the RP with the other folks. Thanks for reading, and I'm looking forward to RPing with the lot of you! ))
They had told her to expect them back within a month.
Vitani’s ship traveled faster and lighter than the usual Alliance vessels, so they would make good time, especially with both of their experience at sea. Alaine had waited without worry for three weeks, tending to the hideaway home, in good company with her hound. The fourth week passed, and she began to worry. It wasn’t like either of them to just disappear. Jack would have sent word if there was a hold-up, she would have heard something, somehow. For another two weeks, she remained on the property, but when no word came on the seventh week, Alaine dressed herself in her travel-worn armor, and she set out for Stormwind.
The city was much the same as she had left it before the incident in the barrens that saw her bed-ridden for months, the only difference seemed to be the social climate and the people present. She looked at the boards, searched postings on tavern walls, trying to find anything that all that might point her in the direction of the man that was as much father to her as guardian. She found nothing. For days, she asked strangers if they knew of him, or perhaps if they had known of the Stonetalon Mercenaries. The latter received a wry expression from one such man, who then took it upon himself to tell her that the mercenary group had dissolved.
Not for the first time, she felt incredibly lost.
“Do you know of Vitani Belveir? Jackvall Belveir?” Heads shook in response, and Alaine kept moving, wringing her hands together with worry as her paws took her form one district of Stormwind to the next.
“Bhehm Craighammer?” This name seemed more familiar to some, and one woman went so far as to point her in the direction of the harbor that would take ship to Dustwallow. Evidently, Bhehm had been in Stormwind not long ago, but had left for Kalimdor. Why, she didn’t know.
With some sense of direction restored, Alaine packed a travel sack and set off to the north with her hound, trapping and skinning along the way to help fund her journey, renting a horse from a farmer on the grounds that she would return it to his cousin, who lived just south of the Wetlands. The trip took her several days, and by the end of it, the injury she had sustained in The Barrens had begun to act up again, aching terribly and slowing her progress.
“Excuse me, have you seen a dwarven woman come through these parts? About this tall—very smart?” Alaine stopped a blonde man with a gentle hand. At first, he seemed not at all inclined to help her, but whatever sweet nature she had worked well enough to convince him otherwise. Reluctantly, he pointed towards the docks, explaining that he may have seen a dwarf woman take ship to Kin’s Bay not long ago- but her hair was brown and not red—or was it? He didn’t recall details beyond that.
Her frustration mounted, but Alaine thanked the man nevertheless, and for another two nights, she stayed near the docks, waiting for the next ship that would take her across the sea to Kalimdor. She had never been to Kin’s Bay before, but the longer she stayed, the more the locals began to tell her about it. An independent faction resided there, they said, working with the Alliance, but not for it. Alaine’s brow furrowed, but in the end, was it any different from the way the Stonetalon’s had functioned? It would make sense for Bhehm to link herself with such an organization- it was familiar ground, after all.
The ship finally came and set sail before the sun had fully risen. Alaine settled herself below the deck, and in exchange for getting to keep her hound with her for the journey, she set him to hunting rats, earning his keep by ridding the vessel of the disease-ridden critters. Sea-sickness plagued her until they neared Kalimdor’s coast several days later, and once in Kin’s Bay, she stumbled off of the docks with relief, breathing in mouthfuls of fresh air that had a hint of the surrounding marshes rather than simply salt-water.
The port city was less grand than Stormwind, but it seemed far easier to navigate, and much less crowded. In a way, it was almost homey. Blinking several times, Alaine crept farther inside, absently petting her hound’s fur as they made their way to the square, looking around to try and spot the thus far absent Bhehm.
“Excuse me,” she tried, “I’m looking for a Dwarf—someone who might know Jackvall Belveir? Please help me, it’s been a very long journey… I’m trying to find him.”
They had told her to expect them back within a month.
Vitani’s ship traveled faster and lighter than the usual Alliance vessels, so they would make good time, especially with both of their experience at sea. Alaine had waited without worry for three weeks, tending to the hideaway home, in good company with her hound. The fourth week passed, and she began to worry. It wasn’t like either of them to just disappear. Jack would have sent word if there was a hold-up, she would have heard something, somehow. For another two weeks, she remained on the property, but when no word came on the seventh week, Alaine dressed herself in her travel-worn armor, and she set out for Stormwind.
The city was much the same as she had left it before the incident in the barrens that saw her bed-ridden for months, the only difference seemed to be the social climate and the people present. She looked at the boards, searched postings on tavern walls, trying to find anything that all that might point her in the direction of the man that was as much father to her as guardian. She found nothing. For days, she asked strangers if they knew of him, or perhaps if they had known of the Stonetalon Mercenaries. The latter received a wry expression from one such man, who then took it upon himself to tell her that the mercenary group had dissolved.
Not for the first time, she felt incredibly lost.
“Do you know of Vitani Belveir? Jackvall Belveir?” Heads shook in response, and Alaine kept moving, wringing her hands together with worry as her paws took her form one district of Stormwind to the next.
“Bhehm Craighammer?” This name seemed more familiar to some, and one woman went so far as to point her in the direction of the harbor that would take ship to Dustwallow. Evidently, Bhehm had been in Stormwind not long ago, but had left for Kalimdor. Why, she didn’t know.
With some sense of direction restored, Alaine packed a travel sack and set off to the north with her hound, trapping and skinning along the way to help fund her journey, renting a horse from a farmer on the grounds that she would return it to his cousin, who lived just south of the Wetlands. The trip took her several days, and by the end of it, the injury she had sustained in The Barrens had begun to act up again, aching terribly and slowing her progress.
“Excuse me, have you seen a dwarven woman come through these parts? About this tall—very smart?” Alaine stopped a blonde man with a gentle hand. At first, he seemed not at all inclined to help her, but whatever sweet nature she had worked well enough to convince him otherwise. Reluctantly, he pointed towards the docks, explaining that he may have seen a dwarf woman take ship to Kin’s Bay not long ago- but her hair was brown and not red—or was it? He didn’t recall details beyond that.
Her frustration mounted, but Alaine thanked the man nevertheless, and for another two nights, she stayed near the docks, waiting for the next ship that would take her across the sea to Kalimdor. She had never been to Kin’s Bay before, but the longer she stayed, the more the locals began to tell her about it. An independent faction resided there, they said, working with the Alliance, but not for it. Alaine’s brow furrowed, but in the end, was it any different from the way the Stonetalon’s had functioned? It would make sense for Bhehm to link herself with such an organization- it was familiar ground, after all.
The ship finally came and set sail before the sun had fully risen. Alaine settled herself below the deck, and in exchange for getting to keep her hound with her for the journey, she set him to hunting rats, earning his keep by ridding the vessel of the disease-ridden critters. Sea-sickness plagued her until they neared Kalimdor’s coast several days later, and once in Kin’s Bay, she stumbled off of the docks with relief, breathing in mouthfuls of fresh air that had a hint of the surrounding marshes rather than simply salt-water.
The port city was less grand than Stormwind, but it seemed far easier to navigate, and much less crowded. In a way, it was almost homey. Blinking several times, Alaine crept farther inside, absently petting her hound’s fur as they made their way to the square, looking around to try and spot the thus far absent Bhehm.
“Excuse me,” she tried, “I’m looking for a Dwarf—someone who might know Jackvall Belveir? Please help me, it’s been a very long journey… I’m trying to find him.”