Tag: TW x 2

There hadn’t been much to do with the Dreadful Howl since it docked for repairs but there had been plenty of time for being able to roam Boralus, see the areas, make connections, recruit and even branching out to contend with family business. Much of which, the family business Hale aimed to take back to Stormwind with her had been nestled in her pack that she took everywhere with her. When she hadn’t been keeping company or seeing to other duties much of her time was flicking through the book trying to make sense of the symbols and writing within that was most likely an area of expertise for her Aunt Elisia than herself. Portals were a common thing to some degree though none of the Crew were eager to leave the port…just yet.

Over...

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...