Two paths to walk (( RP-Open to all ))

[Cyrrin]

It was a cool sunny day in Auberdine, a salt laden breeze blew in from the sea, making the air feel stiff. The sun highlighted the girl’s hair as she walked out to the docks, lighting up a few blond strands as the pushed them messily from the small comb which attempted to hold them in place. Reaching the end of the dock, the girl pulled out a small black container. Pulling out a single purplish gem, running her fingers across the smooth surface of it as she sat down on the edge on the dock, her feet swinging idly as she waited for the boat.

Cyrrin took a deep breath, staring as the sun glinted dully off the small shard in her hand. Looking down at it, she smirked slightly. So many memories attached to this small little gem. “Interesting that one can be a follower of the light, and the shadow at once.” She spoke, softly, just a quiet reflection meant for no one but herself to hear. Her concentration was shattered by the sound of the boat pulling close to the dock.

Standing she nodded to the sentinels and boarded the ship, quickly shoving the shard back into her pouch, tucking the pouch back in to its home on the inside of her robe. A few moments later the boat shoved off, a few unlucky folks on the dock cursing as the ship left them. Cyrrin laughed and headed for the hammocks hanging below deck. It only took her a few moments to doze off.
…..

Cyrrin jumped as the decked hand shook her awake, announcing that they has arrived in Stormwind Harbor. Shaking the sleep away she quickly hurried to Old town. That’s where they hung out, at least from what she’d heard so far. The Cheshire Cats. Having spoken to a few, as well as a few others in and around Stormwind, a very clear picture had been painted for her, and she knew, that she belonged as one of them. A few things the druid had said to her had really left a seed in her mind, that perhaps she was being guided, and she knew, if it were true, where she was headed. She had found the family that she had wanted most of her life. The thought that they were always right there, just under the radar seemed a bit funny to her, the thought causing her to laugh out loud as she walked into the tavern.
She wasn’t sure exactly what she was going do, but she was going to join them, come hell or high water.

Her eyes drifted around the tavern, never resting on anyone for too long. She was looking for a tabard, a specific tabard, and she was going to stay until she found it.

[Cyrrin]

It had been days, she'd basically slept at the table, waiting for someone to stroll through that door. At this point, her rear had fallen asleep, her toes were tingling and there was a strange man staring at her with a look that said he was working up his courage, one shot of rum at a time.

Rolling her eyes, she pushed back from the table, standing slowly on unstable legs. Deciding it was better to take a quick walk, than sit, afraid her legs may atrophy from the lack of exercise. Well that and escaping the gaze of the drunken patron was a definite benefit.

Stepping out into the mid-day sun she smiled, the warmth on her skin refreshing. Her eyes wandered to the nearby mailbox, a quick thought to check it before heading around the city.

Rubbing her neck as fiddled with the thing, still confused at exactly how it worked, the door popped open pulling a few letters from the box. Looked about the usual, a few coins from the auctioneers, a weird advertisement for some sort of "growth elixir", and lastly a strange package. Shoving the rest of her mail into a pocket, examining the package. She had never seen the hand writing on the front before, so at first she assumed it must have been a mistake.. until she flipped over the package to tear it open. It was a familiar picture, as a matter of fact, it was the one she had been looking for.

Without hesitating another moment she ripped it open, a small ball falling to the ground at her feet and a small piece of parchment fluttering down on top of it. Very curious at this point she picked them both up and read the parchemnt quickly.

Option One: Get out while the gettins good! Bring out your inner Horde! Dodge the Sickness that be sweeping across the lands.

New new new! This orb will change your life-- FOREVER! The Orb of Deception is SO last year! Step on up and check out the new and improved Bobble of Beguilement! With this puppy there is NO going back! Simply get a member of the race you'd like to join to touch it and it will trap their inner essence. Then all YOU need to do is swallow it! No muss no fuss, you will be instantly transformed into that race. Disclaimer: No refunds, no replacements. No going back. We are not responsible for any mistakes and or accidental goblin transformations. While your body may be different your soul will remain untouched.

It took a few moments for what she was reading to sink in.. was this some kind test? It was at this moment it dawned on her that she was willing to do whatever it was going to take to be apart of them. That kind of family was worth going through the trouble of where ever this might lead her.

...... A few hours later.......

Cyrrin rode quickly on her felsteed into the Ghost lands. She was going to find herself an elf. Despite the apparent addictive personality, she'd always admired the elves she performed with in the faire, even if she couldn't understand a damn thing they were saying. She could think of a million ways to use that new found charm to get what she wanted. Yes, her mind was set. She circled the dank forest until she found what she was looking for, a small framed Sin'dorei woman. A grin crept across her face as she approached the woman.

A quick wave and the woman looked up to her, a look of disgust and hatred skewing her features, she was as pale as a porcelain, her eyes a burning jade. The smell coming off of her was unmistakable, she reeked of fel magic. This woman growled and spit at Cyrrin, brandishing her sword. Cyrrin wasn't shaken, causally she jumped off of her horse, a few muttered words and Nimvina, her succubus appeared at her side.

"Distract her, Nim, and no complaints." Cyr's grin only widened as the succubus grumbled, edging closer to the woman, exuding an overwhelming sense of calm as she stared into the eyes of the Sin'dorei woman. Only a moment had passed before the woman started drooling on herself. Cyrrin quickly took the small ball from her pouch and touched the woman's cheek with it. Satisfyied she pulled a small dagger from her belt, running the blade across the woman's neck. "No witnesses." Her tone was cold and calculating as she watched the woman fall limp to the ground, covered in her own blood.

"Nimvina, you get rid of that body, I have work to do." Cyrrin left the Succubus to her bidding as she made her way to a small cave she had passed in her search. Setting up a makeshift bed, she quickly laid down, examining the ball for a moment before popping it into her mouth, shoving a handful of special herbs in with it, to help her sleep through the transformation.

A few stabbing pains in her stomach and she was out. Cyrrin was fast asleep on the floor of the cave some where in the Ghostlands, dreaming about the docks of Theramore she was likely to never see again, at least on good terms.

[Shari'Adune Forestsong]

((This was so well done!))

[cyrrin]

(( Guess it kind of morphed into a story on me. :3 ))