Topic: Lying Low

Assadar · Date: 2007-09-18 02:53 EST

It had been a while, but he had been staying in a run-down, shady inn, on the outskirts of the city... Ever since he had returned, although he had been happy to be back, he had been a little frightened of his new skills. His elements had faded almost entirely. He could muster up what he needed, but the elements that he had trained so hard to use, earth, fire, wind, and water, had all but left him now. He could still feel the earth, and knew when someone was coming. He could still manipulate water, and other such things, but it took so much energy to do so. Wind was not as hard, but fire... For some reason, fire had not diminished as much as the others. He could almost control fire at will now. it almost seemed as though the fire and the arcane went hand in hand... It was exillerating, ad yet frightening at the same time...

His new element was the arcane. He had connected with the Chaotics somehow back in Quel'Thalas, and was changed. It scared him, because... He felt... Well, powerful. The arcane had come to him, and he had bonded with it. He could make things levitate, create shields out of no where... The arcane had been what his people had searched for, and he had found it... He could shield others magical abilities in, he could create vacuums around people, he could produce swords and daggers of energy... Although not as useful for other things, he had become adept in combat because of it. He knew his mission now... To find Storm, and Shea... He had to talk to someone about this...

Assadar · Date: 2007-09-19 02:47 EST

He had figured that he had found a new element... He was not to sure, but all experiments and his feelings told him that he had come to know the element of the Chaotics. He wanted to see Shea or Storm... However, he also knew that there was a certain someone else that he needed to see. A certain Scath that he had been neglecting to see since he had returned a few months ago... He would search for her first. It was time to own up to her, and if he really did feel for her as he did, than he must at least be a true Blood Elf about it...

Assadar · Date: 2007-09-21 13:22 EST

He had been out the past few nights. He was not sure how he was going to find the people he was looking for. He had received some information from some of his eavesdropping that Shea was away. A letter was what he would write, and if Shea was still with the winds, than he would entrust it to the winds. He had procured some paper and a quill and some ink from the keeper of the inn. It had been a few days. He was not sure what to write, but he needed to write to her... He began...

Shea,
I know that I have been away for sometime now, but I must speak to you. There is something going on inside of me, and I must discuss matters with you. I ask for a meeting. anything and anytime will do. I can explain everything there.
Assadar

He wrapped the letter and walked outside. It was a cool evening. There was just enough wind. He brought the letter up to his face, and whispered a short prayer to the Goddess of Elune, and then sent the letter into the winds. He watched the letter until it was out of sight. Then, he turned, and lifted himself with his new arcane powers up to the roof. He sat down and meditated for close to half of an hour. He needed all of the strength he could muster, and he headed out for patrol.

Assadar · Date: 2007-09-21 13:32 EST

He was just outside of the walls, on the outskirts when he began his patrol. He was staying in a dumpy inn with no reputation as he had come to find out. He figured he was the only guest, but he was not to sure. He had some seen some shadowy figured come in and out. He headed south through the gates, and passed over the Red Orc Brewery. He was on top of the buildings, using his arcane powers to boost his speed by a little, as well as some of his power to levitate himself. He was not sure how long he could push himself, but for the past few nights he was trying to figure it out.

He hit the outback, and made a hard turn to the west. He knew where he was going, and hoped that he would go unnoticed. His heart was racing as he passed over the Town hall and Courthouse. He had spent a night there on his first arrival in Rhy'Din. It had been very pleasant, well, minus the having to spend a night in jail. At least the prisoner containment buildings were nicer than they had in Quel'Thalas. As he arrived atop the Chainned Inn, he made a turn North, and eventually landed on the wall, and again headed west along the wall. The wall curved Northwest, and he found himself at the end. He slowed his pace, although his heart was beating faster. He lept from building to building, until he found himself atop a small villa. It was quaint, but that was not where he wanted to be. It was across the way. He came to the edge of the roof, and knelt on one knee. The Scathachian Sanctuary was across the way.

He wanted to see the Scath that he had so many conversations with before he had to leave. He wanted desperately to see her. His heart was still racing. yet, as the short breaths left him, he was not sure that he wanted her to see him. yet, he sat...