A lone figure on an empty beach, Alissa Ravenwing stirred from unconsciousness as she grasped one arm out weakly, clawing at the sand as she pulled herself up. The tides crashing down on her and soaked from inch to inch, Alissa fought to keep consciousness as she struggled to remember the events that had transpired. A champion of the Cataclysm Campaigns, and a former Warden of the Cenarion Circle, Alissa had been requested to accompany SI:7 during a personal audience with the High King himself. She had thought herself dead when The Skyfire crashed into this newfound land, but obviously it seemed that fate still had plans from her.
Alissa surveyed the beach, finding little, but assorted driftwood and flotsam from the crashed gunship. Her belongings had vanished from as far as she could tell, and the majority of her equipment with it. "Hmph..." Alissa grunted as she walked down the beach barefoot, her toes sinking into the wet sand. "Couldn't have even spared my boots?" she whined to no one in particular. It was of no particular matter to her though, a staff and a pair of boots were of no real use when you could transform into a hulking bear at a moment's notice.
Making her way into the forest, Alissa was at awe of the serene beauty that made up this strange new land. Untainted by it's inhabitants, Jade Forest was a stark reminder of the beauty that had once stretched throughout all of Northern Kalimdor. Before the Horde began it's mass logging campaign in Ashenvale, tearing down large chunks of Lissa's century year old home. Before the Burning Legion tainted what was now known to be Felwood. Before the Cataclysm which had torn Darkshore asunder. For all of it's majesty, this strange emerald forest had managed only to open old wounds.
Taking the guise of a panther, Alissa skulked through the forest hoping to come across any survivors of the Skyfire. Alissa wandered for hours before a familiar sound caught her attention. The sound of goblin buzzsaws whirling and axes plunging into the trees. Alissa's blood boiled at the very idea of it, with every swing of the axe, painful memories of Lissa's beloved homeland bubbled to the surface. Every felled tree, every inch of the forest that had been set ablaze, the very death of Cenarius. It all triggered in that moment. Without a moment's hesitation, Alissa sprinted towards the cacophony with a lust for blood in her heart.
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"Zug Zug!"
The taskmaster looked down at the Peon that had been so bold as to address her, a look of contempt in her eyes. "What is it worm?"
"Um...me no be meaning to be interrupting big important bosslady, but..." The Peon reached into his pack, before removing an object that had been wrapped tightly in a poorly-stitched blanket.
"This better be worth my time..." she said, spitting on the ground.
The peon removed the blanket, revealing an object that positively beamed in the sunlight. It was a scroll, but nothing like she had ever seen before. Stitched in what almost seemed to be pure gold, and held together by onyx handles, the scroll was written in a language like she had never seen. Each word was gilded with ruby, making the words seem almost as if they had been handed down by the gods themselves. "We found it while cutting wood, thought bosslady might think it important. Maybe peons get extra food ration today??" he asked earnestly.
The taskmaster's stood stone face as she glared down at the peon. "Get back to work, dog." The peon scurried off terrified with nary another word. "Surrounded on all sides by idiots" she muttered, as she wrapped the scroll up and handed it off to one of the goblins in the surrounding area. "Hold onto this, until we can get a local to translate it. Understood?"
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The peon worker wandered back to his station meekly, heartbroken that he'd have to be the one to break the news to his comrades that their would be no extra rations tonight for a job well done. He was positive that "bosslady" would not only be happy to see that they had uncovered a priceless artifact, but would reward their initiative with a hearty extra helping of orcish gruel. He pondered long about all the ways he had went wrong in his approach, before his thoughts were broken. The sound of rustling leaves and twigs snapping in the distance caught his attention as he went to investigate, uncertain what could be causing such a ruckus. "Huh..." he said aloud. "Anybody out the-"
Alissa immediately leaped out from the clearing, pouncing upon the hapless peon, tearing his throat with her claws. Alissa quickly surveyed the logging camp, it was small. Freshly set up. It wouldn't take long before she brought the entire thing operation crashing down on in flames.
"Easy prey..."
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