Fate is for Fools

[Periella Sylvestria]

             The last damned words that slowly breathed out of her lungs were "Fate is for fools.", as she plunged Ris' through the quivering mass of flesh and bone that had the nerve of sneaking up on her... as well as making a snide remark. These... warriors were stronger than many she had faced. As if they truly knew tactics and proper strategy.

             As she recovered her breath, pulling the blade from the corpse that had tried to tell her that 'Fate is chosen by the victors', which, they didn't lie, just sadly misjudged her strength. Even if she knew she was well in over her head. This land? This... Realm, this plane? When she had received the summons of a strange missive, not from the normal SI:7, Iron Clasp, or fel, even Uncrowned - She had felt something she hadn't felt in a very long time. Purpose. Although retirement sounded lovely, being able to open her own forge, she knew it would be fierce competition with the dwarves; Purpose of one last job, and the possibility of the rarest minerals she might be able to turn a profit on when she would eventually return home.

            She stowed Ris' upon her back, alongside his brother, Ven. They felt far more restless ever since coming to the festering wastes of Maldraxxus, as they both continued gnawing at the edge of her thoughts. They... thirsted for glory and conquest which felt very different from the usual, 'They looked at you funny, Periella.' 'You want us to teach them a lesson?'. She brushed away the whispers of the blades for now. Looking upon the horizon as the light began to dim and this... ethereal energy coalesced into a shimmer of raw anima in the sky. It twinkled much like the stars on Azeroth but it felt closer. Like you could reach it.


            Her hand extended, grasping at the energy as it intertwined around her exposed fingers and the plate gloved the remainder. She felt the lifeforce of this entangle around her. Reaching deeper. Her soul. She closed her eyes, letting the embrace capture her for but a moment. Like all feelings they were fleeting.


            She looked around to ensure she was still alone. Her long pointed ears tilted behind. She was not alone.

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((Hello! Kat's most amazing TRP drew me in to make a post here , hope you all are having a lovely expansion release! Anyone may feel free to reply to this. Some OOC knowledge: Periella is a female Ren'dorei, standing 5' 7" with a fairly athletic and muscular build, with a pale complexion veering more towards a Quel'dorei's. However her hair is silvered with fairly stark void tinge that is currently tied in a rough bun. She has pale indigo eyes that look sincere, but also fairly wise. Like most elves she doesn't show a clear age but just by posture and the way she carries herself, one might assume older. She is adorned in very well kept plate armor, made out of a combination of elementium, cobalt, and ghost iron, with etched filigree resembling that of both runic in nature and decorative celtic style knots. She has two swords upon her back, both appearing to be worn, ancient even, but still well sharpened. Bone forms much of the hilt, bolster, and spines of the blades. They emanate a frost like void aura, to those sensitive to such. She has a few tattoos, however only two would be visible at the moment, one clearly of a fox silhouette with a tiny square just below it, and the other mostly covered but coming off the left side of her collarbone is that of a runic circle, with a few arcane symbols.))

Description

[۞ KAT ۞ AKA Red Viper]

"Why the f*ck couldn't ye have held the attention of that huge bastard! They made it easy! They only sent ONE..." the woman on the back of a flaming steed shouted at a void walker gliding along beside her. She had a hood pulled up over her head, face hidden behind a flaming skull mask. One had was one the chain reigns of her mount as it loped patiently along, occasionally tossing its head, while she waved a free hand vaguely in the air to punctuate various words. "Yet ye STILL weren't able to keep its f*cking attention OFF me!"  A leg swung out from the stirrup to kick at the demon, "Luckily fer ye the infernal knew how to do ITS f*cking job!"

Keeping its head down, the void walker said nothing. It was either deaf, or clearly used to being chewed out. As per usual, with all void walkers, it didn't appear to bare any wounds or injuries, though the armor it wore was certainly beaten and cut up. The woman on the horse beside it, had apparently been out on the roads for awhile. Her thigh high heeled boots were covered in dust and a dark shiny substance that one may correctly assume to be blood and or guts, leg legs equally splattered.

Muttering and cursing further, she pulled a jewel encrusted hip flask from a pouch on her hip, and slipped up her mask high enough to take a long drink, belching afterward.

It was around then she noticed the elf up ahead. Fixing her mask and hood she put the flask away and sat stiffly, watching the woman with her eyes as she neared. Kat was generally cautious, in Maldraxxus she was tripley so.

[Periella Sylvestria]

            The cursing caught her off guard, followed closely by the sound of kicking and dust howling in the wind. This voice was new as she turned to face it, her face blank with intrigue at the flaming skull mask, along with her companions, one being of a familiar sight to her. At least vaguely.


            Her chin pointed a bit in the air as she placed a hand casually on her hip where a long dagger sat, still unsure if friend or foe. Based on this one's temperament, she leaned more towards the latter. Eyes locked on her, even with the darkened sky upon the sharp rocky tipped horizon, she called out in fairly workable, albeit heavily accented, common, "Your a long way out into te' wastes. Main road's back ova' towards 'dat pillar if you were lost, friend." Her tone did not carry any malice, with the exception of the last word, 'friend''. 

[۞ KAT ۞ AKA Red Viper]

Kat hadn't noticed the elf at first, she had been too busy glaring at her void walker. However when she did, her posture became stiff, thighs tightening about her horses sides as her hands lightly curled in some reign.

This wasn't exactly the kinda place you happened to see people, Maldraxxus as a whole quite effectively screamed go away. Yet. here they both were.

As the other woman spoke Kat mentally chewed on her words and her tone. The inflection of 'friend' not lost on her. Tongue ring clicking softly against her teeth she stopped about ten feet away. The horse tossed its head once and flicked its tail, not entirely happy for stopping.

The void walker hovered quietly beside its mistress, glowing eyes seemingly void of any intelligence.

Casting a glance in the direction the elf indicated she kicked at the void walker again, "i f*cking TOLD ye twas THAT way!" uttering an aggravated sigh Kat nodded, "Aye... actually was lost. "F*ckin place aint be easy to get turned around in. Ye seen one slime pit ye seen em all eh?"

[Periella Sylvestria]

            Her brow quivered only slightly at the other's assessment, although worried about this ones intentions there was some small sense of relief as her features relaxed a little to see someone from home. Her hand fell away from the dagger pinned at her side but she still maintained the distance, for now, as she tucked a loose hair behind her ear, as she snickers slightly at the masked one's humor, "Indeed. Been canvasing, makin' a map as, well- I'm sure you've noticed..." She looks down upon the recent corpse, "The locals don't seem te' have need for such... record keeping. That or they have it out for tourists."


            She looks past her towards the horizon, making sure she wasn't followed, before dropping her gaze to pull a weathered journal from the pouch at the opposite side, flipping to a passage and retrieving a folded piece of parchment, closing it and stowing the book back. She held aloft the piece of parchment between two fingers. Neatly folded, as she looked towards the stranger, an eyebrow raised, "You need te' go anywhere in particular? Or you fine being lost?"

[۞ KAT ۞ AKA Red Viper]

"Ye choose them as yer hopeless cause here in the Shadow Lands? The Undying Army i mean." there was a snort of distaste. "Can't f*cking stand this place... But their perks aint the worst at all. So they be useful to me.. tho only barely." The woman nodded, "i'd rather think they got it out fer tourists..."

Kat watched the elf reach for whatever it was, her shoulders tensed and ready for action should she decide to pull out that dagger- or some other weapon. She was weary... The void walker had been useless and she had pulled a muscle trying to execute one of her more powerful spells just to keep alive. It was not favorable to have this one turn on her. Not at the moment anyway.

When the paper was brought into view, Kat tilted her head curiously, "Eh... Not really. Got me own map... Er had me own map.. i mighta caught it on fire back there. At this point though, the Army seems to want everything dead.. so wandering lost be just as favorable as having a destination."

[Periella Sylvestria]

        Her tensions seemed to fall away, face relaxing as nothing appeared from behind her. The chatter was a welcome change of pace, as she had to change the cadence of the words that shot forth from her mouth, midsentence, into something less direct or threating. She was at least trying not let this place get under her skin, "I... I was drawn here. Or rather summoned. To say that I am here out of my own volition would be a flat out lie. So yeah, just making the most out of it, siding with these corpses is the last thing I imagined I'd be doing, but I can agree. Their power has had it's uses."

        She eyes the stranger in for a moment before taking a few casual strides towards her, the hand falling away from the hilt of the blade at her waist, extending the gloved hand out for a shake, however still leaving about ten feet between them, letting the other decide if the distance was worth crossing. Her face had a pleasant smile upon it, her eyes glowing in a void-like icy chill, but the aura was warm and sincere, "Periella. If we are making introductions."