Post by Xardria on Dec 26, 2014 6:24:41 GMT -6
The light in the keep is dim, the night overtakes the bay, but the ever dutiful commander is yet awake, listening to a report from a scout named Jarod.
Jen looks over the combined maps of Draenor and Azeroth, trying to discover the most reasonable place to find the rumored 'feral woman'. Legend has it that the feral woman is a human turned savage by just nature in itself. She has been known to make appearances, speaking in impossible to understand common, more communicating with symbols than anything.
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Jen looks up at her scout over the dim candle light, "Well, what do you make of it then, we have a report she's come to Draenor."
Jarod shrugs, sitting back in his chair across from the commander, "I don't get paid enough to figure things like that out, apologies commander."
Jen sighs and shakes her head, looking back at the map, she had circled a particular area, the primal forests of Gorgrond that she had heard the last reported sighting in. "What's her goal? Why come to Draenor?"
Jarod shrugs, reaching for a bottle of scotch the commander always had out just for her guests, never drinking a sip herself.
Jen looks up and gives the man a disapproving look, he responds with a grin, "Commander, you need to learn to relax, wild woman aint gonna come out of the woods and bite ya."
She shakes her head and looks back down, "We need people like her, the only question is... How far gone is she?"
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Warm, this place is warm, Evi thought to herself as she waded through the dense trees of the Everbloom wilds. Green, very green, very alive. She spots a podling just some small distance away, approaching it cautiously. These ones are not mean, she concluded as the podling regarded her in almost the same curious manner.
*snap* Evi looks behind herself instantly, hands already on bow and quiver. An Iron horde grunt was cutting through the brush haphazardly, making a great deal of mess and noise. no, she thought, these ones are evil... Must destroy for good of nature. Without a moment of remorse, Evi draws an arrow back, aiming for the Iron horde. His armor only had one weakness, a slit between the sleeves and main cuirass, this was more than enough for Evi with all of her years of practice.
*twang* The arrow finds it's mark perfectly, blood oozes from the wound as the orc falls to his knees, making a dull thud and groan before falling over dead. yes, she thought, these ones are evil, must not let them destroy nature.
Jen looks over the combined maps of Draenor and Azeroth, trying to discover the most reasonable place to find the rumored 'feral woman'. Legend has it that the feral woman is a human turned savage by just nature in itself. She has been known to make appearances, speaking in impossible to understand common, more communicating with symbols than anything.
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Jen looks up at her scout over the dim candle light, "Well, what do you make of it then, we have a report she's come to Draenor."
Jarod shrugs, sitting back in his chair across from the commander, "I don't get paid enough to figure things like that out, apologies commander."
Jen sighs and shakes her head, looking back at the map, she had circled a particular area, the primal forests of Gorgrond that she had heard the last reported sighting in. "What's her goal? Why come to Draenor?"
Jarod shrugs, reaching for a bottle of scotch the commander always had out just for her guests, never drinking a sip herself.
Jen looks up and gives the man a disapproving look, he responds with a grin, "Commander, you need to learn to relax, wild woman aint gonna come out of the woods and bite ya."
She shakes her head and looks back down, "We need people like her, the only question is... How far gone is she?"
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Warm, this place is warm, Evi thought to herself as she waded through the dense trees of the Everbloom wilds. Green, very green, very alive. She spots a podling just some small distance away, approaching it cautiously. These ones are not mean, she concluded as the podling regarded her in almost the same curious manner.
*snap* Evi looks behind herself instantly, hands already on bow and quiver. An Iron horde grunt was cutting through the brush haphazardly, making a great deal of mess and noise. no, she thought, these ones are evil... Must destroy for good of nature. Without a moment of remorse, Evi draws an arrow back, aiming for the Iron horde. His armor only had one weakness, a slit between the sleeves and main cuirass, this was more than enough for Evi with all of her years of practice.
*twang* The arrow finds it's mark perfectly, blood oozes from the wound as the orc falls to his knees, making a dull thud and groan before falling over dead. yes, she thought, these ones are evil, must not let them destroy nature.