Zaravala Nightcaller
Come With Me
A figure could just be made out skulking through the chaos occasionally scooping gas masks on the unfortunate souls with no hope of revival under their own will, or dragging those clinging to the last threads of life to the small encampment full of her fellow guild mates. Upon depositing 3 more masks and a severely injured Night elf to the waiting arms of medics, Zaravala stood, shifting her glaives on her back before ducking out to the battlefield once more.
She praised the God's that she had not caught sight of her brother, the thought churning her stomach.
Upon locating another injured capable of being helped she carefully began dragging it across the ground.
She tugged harder on the body when she heard his voice yelling her name.
The sound of her name caused the woman to jerk her head up in time to see a large flash of gold as it half collided half tossed her aside by the force. The injured soul she had been attempting to drag to safety left completely defenseless on the other side of the Paladin. Somehow through it all she managed to keep upright, years of training kicking in as she quickly reclaimed her glaives from the dirt.
She watched as the larger than life man slammed the human attackers head into the shield strewn on the ground, the sickening crunch lingering in her ears.
She watched as her brother slowed and glanced between her and this mysterious man who had lunged to her aid. She waited for the male to destroy her brother, to lunge at him next but he did not move.
She watched as her brother slowed and glanced between her and this mysterious man who had lunged to her aid. She waited for the male to destroy her brother, to lunge at him next but he did not move.
She instinctually raised her glaives warning him to stay back, unsure if she could actually bring herself to attack but warning none the less.
"Zarav~" his words were cut by the sound of another catapult.
The stench of Blight spread around them as the bomb detonated across the ground. The void touched male crumpling to his knees and falling face down in the dirt.
People talk about out of body experiences but they never mention the feeling of being trapped in your own physical jail, the world around Zarvala seemed to grow too loud, her ears ringing and her ability to process the words spilling from the Gold clad Paladin's mouth slowed her response time.
"He needs a damn mask." Was all she heard the male say.
Zaravala sheathed her glaives upon her back and set her sights to the battlefield locating a war torn orc laying lifeless on the ground, with the ease of a half-demon she darted towards it stripping the victims head of its gasmask. Another flash of fel aided speed and she was once more within arms reach of the mysterious man and her brother.
Why was this blood elf trying to save him? The time for questions would come later as she held it out to the Copper and gold male.
"Can you carry him?" her voice sounded, from within the maw of her own mask, just as dead inside as her brother would soon be.
The golden depths locked gaze with her face as his fingers quickly worked to get the mask on Dizarak. He growled, muttering an unknown curse, and slipped his arms under the other male, hefting him over one shoulder. Much like potatos. He stumbled a bit with the standing, it wasn't like Diz was some tiny slip of a thing, but quickly found his balance enough to start the trudge toward the very edges of the Blight fog.
The golden depths locked gaze with her face as his fingers quickly worked to get the mask on Dizarak. He growled, muttering an unknown curse, and slipped his arms under the other male, hefting him over one shoulder. Much like potatos. He stumbled a bit with the standing, it wasn't like Diz was some tiny slip of a thing, but quickly found his balance enough to start the trudge toward the very edges of the Blight fog.
"Of course I can. Because I have to. Oh, you're welcome, by the way."
And with those snapped words, he was making his way toward one of the small Alliance encampments. There was no fear in his gaze as the release of the Blight changed everything. This wasn't one side against the other anymore. This was everyone help or die. Die a death where no one would be able to recover you.
"Oh, yea, real spiteful. You are the pillar of villany. No, he did not tell me, and I didn't ask." Though, it was clear that he was bothered by that news. The sound of hefting Diz's weight back onto his shoulder could he heard behind her.
The Illidari woman hissed, her eyes glancing briefly at the limp body dangling from this strangers frame. Clearly whoever this was he at least knew her sibling, he could have simply killed him and moved on.
"You'll waste your life on a man who came here to die." she said keeping just behind the large male, swinging a glaive wide rendering a charging gnome incapacitated. She caught up to his strides with ease and tapped on his arm before signaling to follow her towards a small area just past the edge of the Alliance camps, "Come with me if you'd rather you both make it out of here.
"I'll waste my life on a friend who has his head shoved up his ass, yes," was snapped back at her as she watched him kick the head off a fallen Forsaken, she watched amused as it rolled away a few feet.
He gave in and followed her much to her amusement before spewing more thoughtless conversation her way."You really want him dead that badly?"
Zaravala waved a glaive dismissively over her head as she took up rank in front of him, somewhere nearby another Blight bomb spewed across the ground. "Did I say I wanted him dead?" she snapped back, "No. On the contrary, I'm denying him the one thing he asked for. Death." She tilted her masked face back at him, "Or did he not inform you that was his plan. Some real friend he is.
"Oh, yea, real spiteful. You are the pillar of villany. No, he did not tell me, and I didn't ask." Though, it was clear that he was bothered by that news. The sound of hefting Diz's weight back onto his shoulder could he heard behind her.
"Where the fuck are we going?"
Before them just a few paces off was a group of around ten people bustling about, a large glowing blue cat could be seen shifting what appeared to be an injured goblin off its back and onto the ground in front of a fairly large Lightforged male. Behind them in silver plate with gold accents stood a mute Paladin, making symbols with her hands to direct the others to various duties. She turned and peered at Zaravala with jade eyes then glanced at Ashraen, quickly grabbing the Vindicators attention and pointing at the body.
Zara stopped walking, clearly not ready to return to the little camp herself, she encouraged the male to deliver her brother to the Mute's care with a flick of her chin.
“This one has broken ribs.” Eitaam barks, handing the injured goblin off to a medic. A tap on the shoulder draws his attention to three masked elves beyond the barricade- one slung over the shoulder of another, evidently in poor condition. Rushing out to help them through, it’s only after transferring the wounded elf onto his own shoulders does Eitaam recognize them as Dizarak. “What happened to him?”
The Illidari woman stabbed the tips of her glaives into the dirt and leaned idly on one of them with her elbows, speaking before the golden eyed stranger could speak, "Got hit with Blight, treat him for toxins and lung damage." Her flat tone hard to decipher but hints of some kind of emotional attachment lingered on the notes.
Ashraen is very reluctant to let Diz go, but does so, though keeping a watchful eye. His eyes narrowed when he was spoken over, but he continued to keep his mouth shut, hovering awkwardly.
Zara plucked her glaives from the ground and turned her back to the camp, not yet finished saving souls.
Zaravala Nightcaller
High Elf gone Illidari Demon Hunter
| Age | Middle age in appearance |
| Eye Color | Fell Green |
| Height | 5'8" |
| Body shape | Tall and thin |
| Residence | Dalaran |
| Realm | Wyrmrest Accord - US |
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