Redeemed

Redeemed, the word itself held a new meaning for the undead as she looked around the city of Orgrimmar.

It was here that her Highlord sent her, the Horde being the recent allies of her Blood Elven heritage, even now memories filled her head at the times when her race was allied to the Alliance but times had changed alot in the third war.

Thrall the young leader of the Horde, former slave to humans, had welcomed her and others from the Ebon Blade back into the horde as if they had never died at all, but she had died and in dead done terrifying things under the Lich King.

Memories entered her mind from a life before death, a long life by any standard yet for her own race she would be considered young. The memories created a veil in front of her eyes as she slowly slipped into a dream.

?Damiana Sunfeather!? Her eyes opened quickly as she muttered a curse under her breath, she fell asleep while on watch in the woods surrounding the capitol of Silvermoon.

She saw her direct commander approach, her steps as harsh as the way she just called out Damiana's name, Leania Silvercrest was a well respected ranger but no one wanted to be on her wrong side.

?Weren't you supposed to be on guard? Or can you somehow look into the forest with your eyes closed now??

?No Ma'am? ?So whats your excuse then for being asleep on your post?? Leania's eyes stared heavily into Damiana's ?I just fell asleep Ma'am? ?Then I suggest you go patrol the forests and see if you missed anything intruding.?

Damiana took her recurved bow and bowstrings and lowered herself from the tree lookout, her kind had magical sentries watching these woods so it was unlikely she would encounter something, yet the rangers of Silvermoon were closer to nature then most of their race.

Light footed she ran through the forest knowing that she was being observed by her trainer and superior using the magic from the Sunwell that was ever present making her but a shade in the forests whatever ground she stepped on she left nearly no trace.

For hours she ran through the forest without even the slightest hint of exhaustion she knew she neared the edge of the kingdom, the gates of the high kingdom loomed in the distance behind her, yet something drew her further away from them.

The sounds of the forest were absent, not even the ancient trees made any sound, it was like the world gasped for breath she focused her sight using heightened senses the world became a part of her, her senses rushes through the meadows and then she only felt death and suffering. She rushed back trying to mentally contact Leania, after an hour she got the response, a mental touch that could only be described as questioning. ?Leania, something is invading our lands.? she waited but got only a pained answer, she rushed to where the answer came from.

Eidokars contribution to background material :

?Da only good ?uman is a a dead ?uman?, my papa always said to me. Dat an ?Animals is you friend, dey taste plenty good an skin keep you warm for when you be hunting dwarves in mountain and dere be nothing more beautiful dan a big beast killing Alliance skum?. So I become hunter like me Papa and his Papa and da Papa before dat. I be very good at ma job an I have many many animals. After a while some I let go, odders I eat. Only da best I keep.

Now I am stuck in dis Northrend place, killing big ?uns in a place dat go by da name Ulduar. Scary stuff, if you not be me. Or ma friends. We take care of dat place. Soon? Soonish.

Anyway, of to kill someting.

Oh, ba da wai, my Papa also use to sai ?why we not allowed to skin ?umans? Make no sense?.