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Desiree: *Shakes her head at Kalysto* No, we’re not there yet. We probably won’t be there for several days, by the sounds of it. *She glances up as she notices a few other elven families in the distance* Looks like we’re almost to at least one group.
Kalysto: Why do we have to move anyway…? Why can’t we just go back home? *lowers his head, sulking angrily* I don’t see why those mean people decided to attack Quel’thalas anyway. Not like we were doing anything.
Matthias: It is apparent they wanted our Sunwell, Kalysto. That is why they attacked. Without the Sunwell to sustain the magic and our way of life, we cannot possibly stay living in the Eversong Woods. For now…. the Amani Jungle Trolls can have it. *growls* If they can get it.
Desiree: *Shakes her head* It’s too dangerous for you to go back. Maybe some day you’ll get back to your home, I don’t know. But for now, just follow your parents’ lead, hm?
Kalysto: *begins to loudly whine, on the verge of having a tantrum. He furrows his brows in a deep scowl, then stops in the middle of the road, tossing his bag down* I don’t want to follow my parent’s lead! I want to go home!
Matthias: *growls* Kalysto… pick your bag up, now.
Desiree: *shakes her head. She then quickly moves in to pick up both Kalysto and his bag. She then shakes her head* I’m sorry, Kalysto. You don’t have a home to come back to at the moment. Be strong, you’ll get past this. *She then continues to follow after Matthias*
Kalysto: *loudly yells as Desiree picks him up* No! What are you doing!? *tries to struggle free, whapping her with his hands* No, put me down!
Rhyderi: Kalysto, you embarass yourself. *sighs and shakes his head* Stop it. *moves to Desiree* Set him down. You’re making him angier.
Desiree: It’s ok. I have many younger siblings. I know how to deal with this sort of thing. I also know.. Well, don’t worry too much. *She then leans her head in closer to Kalysto and begins to hum one of the songs that she’s heard him hum in her time*
Kalysto: *continues to yell angrily, then tries to kick Desiree again, giving up after a time when it doesn’t work. He buries his face in his hands and begins to cry, feeling powerless*
Rhyderi: No, seriously, put him down. *frowns at her*
Milena: *sighs and shakes her head, not saying anything. She stops suddenly as Bael thumps down in front of her, then kneels before her*
Bael: They gather north of here. The first group are south. They travel in four small clusters. The weakest and the most ill are in the slower groups. Some will not make it. *laughs softly*
Desiree: *jumps slightly as Bael lands down in front of her. She then frowns as she glances at the others, noticing that no one else reacted. So, she stays silent and makes no comment about the demon. Instead, she just continues to softly hum to Kalysto, trying to calm him down*
Kalysto: *continues his whining, soon calming down. He still continues his weak struggle, not wanting to be carried. He looks around for his bag, then resumes whimpering, trying to lightly push on Desiree’s arms* Let go of me…
Desiree: *slowly nods then sets Kalysto down on the ground. Soon after, she offers his bag to him* Here you go. *She keeps her eyes trained on Bael, curious to see what else the demon has to say*
Kalysto: *takes his bag and hurriedly moves ahead, bumping into his mother, leaning against her side as he continues walking*
Bael: *looks back at Desiree and turns around to face her, the edges of his maw curling upwards in a smirk* You are expecting something? Heh heh heh…
Desiree: *simply shakes her head then sighs. Turning her attention away from Bael, she looks down at the ground and kicks a pebble for a bit. After a while, she softly speaks to herself, trying not to be heard* I want to be home with my Kalysto..
Milena: *flicks an ear at her but pretends not to notice what she said. She claps her hands* Why don’t we take a rest. There’s a stream up ahead I think, and we could all do with a drink.
Matthias: No, woman. We are going to press on until we meet the group in the south. Once I am rejoined with my comrades, we can decide a better outcome for all of us.
Desiree: It’s ok, I don’t need to rest. *continues to kick at the rock as she continues on, trying to keep herself occupied with the rocks. She then releases a soft, saddened sigh*
The vision around Desiree’s world begins to distort and impair as the world changes again. This time she sees fragmented memories of desert sand, of a peaceful quiet time in dense jungle. The air feels very cool, crisp and very, very clean. The area is quiet, save for the gentle far-off noises of various forest animals.
The vision crackles and distorts, changing to a primitive tribe of strange tusked creatures, though Desiree would be able to recognise them right away as the same species of Troll as Zulmire is. The fragmented memories shift between war with other tribes of various inhabitants of the jungle, one particular harsh memory being of two-legged fish people killing Trolls all around the focus of the dreamlike-memory. Soon, there are fragments of the desert again, and the focus shifts back on a disaster, the entire village being set on fire, causing forest fire also.
Despite the fact nobody in the memory speaks English/Common, Desiree is able to understand the words as the one who remembered the memories is fluent in the languages spoken.
Back to the desert sand and another time, the vision shifts to that of the most butt-ugly female troll possibly ever seen. Though, the feelings of the vision imply immense adorement and love for the hideous creature, and then the focus shifts to a tiny male troll with huge tusks and a giant mess of wirey blue hair, a different, yet equally as strong familial love surrounding him.
“You really stuffed ‘dis one up gud, didn’t yer, son?. Eh shame to lose it, but I’m not mad, son. We’ll find you anudder fisheeng pole.”
“A’hm sorry, papa…”The vision once again flickers and distorts and Desiree actually sees present day reality for a brief moment. she would see Kalysto and Zulmire seated opposite from each other in the sand, a giant wooden totem stuck in the ground between them. They are in meditive-like poses, tons of runes scrawled around them as well.
“Did you fix it?” Kalysto opens his eyes, his ears flicked back.
“Eh, I dunno. Ya really stuffed ‘dis one up gud, didn’t yer, ‘mon?” Zulmire shakes his head. “But she seems to be back… Her energy is here now.”
“Well go grab it and fix this mess!”
“Eet’s not as simple as that – you messed ‘dis one up real bad. Don’t yer geddit?”
“Well I’m sorry!” Kalysto buries his face in his hands, growling in frustration. “Damn it…”Desiree: *stumbles a bit as her vision of the world distorts once again. She then stops and begins to frantically stare around at the visions* What the hell? Not again.. *whimpers and crumples to the ground as she grips onto her head, which is beginning to gain a headache. She then blinks and looks up as she spots the Kalysto that she’s familiar with* Kalysto… *She tries to reach out for him, wanting to be back home*
Kalysto: *closes his eyes, sensing Desiree nearby and reaching out for him. He tries to reach out for her, grabbing at thin air* Where are you?! Come back! *grabs at the air, grasping at stray energy strands*
Zulmire: Ey! Stay focussed! Shut up an’ keep trying!
*the world goes black again as the focus on Desiree is lost. Soon, the visions return. Desiree would see a dark cold place with unforgiving blood red terrain and an equally as red streaky energy sky. This world is rather foreign and broken, and literally hangs over the Astral Plane itself. Kalysto’s family and the entire rest of the Quel’dorei (now renamed Sin’dorei) have settled at a safe-point in the middle of the land. They huddle in groups while others make makeshift shelter, a lot of them high from their recent intake of fel-blood.
Kalysto huddles with the rest of his family, looking partially starved, and much dirtier and worse for wear*
Desiree: *screams in frustration as she continues to grasp onto Kalysto. However, she simply winds up grasping at air. Once she appears on the barren landscape, she stares forward toward where Kalysto just was. She then whimpers before collapsing onto her knees* Why…? No more… *shakes her head and sighs*
*one of the elves comes near to her and crouches down to pat her shoulder* It’s alright. Once you build a tolerance to the fel-blood, you’ll feel better. Kael’thas knows best, we should all listen to him.
Milena: *looks over at Desiree* We thought you died. Glad to see you back with us again. *grins at her*
*meanwhile, some particularly sick blood elves are being escorted to the edges of the camp. They have scratches on them and greying necrotic flesh, and seem to be suffering as they are moved*
Desiree: *blinks and looks up as the one elf comes to her* Fel blood? Huh? *shakes her head. She then flicks her ear in Milena’s direction as she hears her voice* Umm… I’m going to go with my… Family… *gives a nervous grin, hoping the elf would leave her alone due to her lie. She then scoots closer to Milena. As she does this, she shakes her head* No, I almost got home.
Milena: Oh, did you…? I hope you get home soon… it’s no good being here. *takes the cape off her back, then uses it to cover up Matthias’s arm, trying to cover as much of the greyed flesh as she can* We’re not doing so well. *lowers her voice to a soft whisper* My Matthias tried defending the camp against the monsters. Our own kind came here with the sickness. He got scratched and now he’s turning into one of them. But I’m not going to let that happen… I’ll find a cure. *lowers her head* We’ve got nobody…
Desiree: *glances up at the two of them then whimpers as she pins her ears back* That’s not any form of good news at all. *she sighs and shakes her head* If only I had my mother here. She could do nearly anything. *she then looks at Matthias* Are you ok, sir?
Matthias: *rather defensively speaks* Of course I’m fine… I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine… *grumbles, his ears flicked back. Desiree may notice the end of his left one has been completely ripped off at the half-point, leaving him with a rather weird looking stump*
Milena: *”It’s best not to talk about it, dear. I don’t want him dragged to the end of the camp and slain ‘for the good of our people’.”*
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