World of Warcraft - Interbellum (IC Thread)

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Marion Mordis


Marion, what is keeping Isaera? We are almost at our destination. Our guide and the crew have obligations to fulfill as well as we do.

"A wardrobe malfunction or such..." Marion uttered, craning her head about t try and ascertain Isaera's location while she spoke with the weary resignation of a mother wondering what their mischievous child was up to now.

When he spotted the extent of the, ahem, problem, Marion immediately drew her pack off of her shoulders and rummaged through for some clothes. No sooner had she withdrawn an item of clothing that would protect the elfs dignity from the lecherous eyes of the vouyeristic degenerates of the town, that a miasma of mist coalesced from the ether and coiled itself about Isaera's figure like a shielding cloak. Furrowing her brow in confusion, Marion's attention was caught by the gesticulations of her troll companion, and the warlock quickly put two and two together.

Exhaling and shaking her head, Marion tucked her clothing back into her sack, closed it and drew it back up and across her shoulders.

"A wonderful first impression for our new neighbors, Isaera," Marion commented, the hint of disapproval lurking in her tone.

"Before Jakkari rescued you from your...unfortunate state of dishabille, were you planning on just walking through the town? Skipping perhaps?"

What a tart. A lady would have waited in private until her state was remedied, rather than sashaying out into public view, the warlock thought to herself, the highborn aristocrat within her appalled at the lack of propriety and dignity.

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Marion swayed back and forth in rhythm with the lumbering kodo upon whose broad back she was seated. One hand on the beasts hide to steady herself, the warlock was taking the time to peer across the landscape that stretched out before them, the creeping sensation in the back of her head warning her that, despite her desires, she had coincidencely brought herself closer to the orcish dogs that now inhabited this blasted land.

Green bastards, Marion mused gingerly to herself, before the sight of the tower caught her attention.

It was...nice. It had potential. With some nice touches it could become a comfortable place to live. And, as Marion drew a small cloth up to her forehead to wipe away the sweat that had gathered in response to this damn sun, the warlock hoped it would provide respite from the natural elements of this land.

Hmmm, the tower was tall...perhaps a series of vents could be created, vents that funneled the winds across the surface of water to provide a constant flow of cool air? Such a renovation would require several building implements...

And so Marions mind wandered again, until the kodo's ponderous halt snapped her back into the present.

Smiling politely and nodding to the goblin, if someone offered Marion accepted their help down from the kodo, before brushing herself off and rolling her shoulders within the straps of her bag. Drawing a hood up around her silky locks to cover her scalp against the sun, Marion stood with the others as the unassuming one as her eyes took in the scene before her.

Another human: Emelia. What should be a welcome element of familiarity instead filled Marion with caution: something was off about this one. Call it female intuition or the sharpened antennae she possessed for detecting when dangerous and overzealous agents were nearby...something was just wrong about her.