Post by rhivesha on Feb 1, 2015 9:43:06 GMT
Rhivesha knew getting to Darrowshire in her condition would not be easy. The skirmish with the Ogre Bruuko took a toll on her fragile body. The Monk did what he could to heal her shattered bones with what little time she had given him. The one thing on her mind was getting into contact with the Cult.
Rhivesha always travelled on foot through the Western Plaguelands and always within the Shadows. The distance from The Bulwark of Tirisfal Glades to Darrowshire of Eastern Plaguelands was not great but in her condition she could not risk another skirmish with anything. She took the advised route and left no sign of her presence along the way.
It had been some time since she had met her contact. She arrived in Darrowshire ahead of schedule and she took the extra time to write her report on her operations in Draenor and with The Undercity Nexus. She was sure the Cult was following up on her activities. The Cult always maintains a close eye on their Lightslayers to ensure they do not fall deeper into the Shadows.
When her contact arrived Rhivesha was sitting melded within the corner of the room. Her eyes focused at the Shadowy mist entering the building. Before her contact could reveal itself Rhivesha whispered “Respect, Tenacity”. Her contact replied, “Power”. The Shadowy mist parted with the slide of a few skinless fingertips and revealed itself. Near the entry way of the ruined tavern stood a dark figure draped in a dark tattered robe and a dark hood. The only sign of being were the brittle fingertips that dangled out of the robe’s cuffs.
Rhivesha remained melded to the corner and did not stand. Feeling slightly offended the dark figure reached out with its brittle fingers and swept the air in Rhivesha’s direction and whispered softly with a single motion the shadows were taken from the corner in which she sat. Rhivesha was no longer concealed by the darkness yet she did not stand.
As she sat watching the dark figure move as if it floated across the floor to her corner her eyes sharpened and she began to whisper beneath her mask. The darkness throughout the room came over her and the dark figure halted its movements and spoke softly. “Rhivesha. You are proving to be quite the wielder. Your skills have been improving”. Once again the figure reached out and swept it’s fingertips through the darkness. This time the darkness would not fade.
As the dark figure made its way to the corner of the room where Rhivesha had been sitting, Rhivesha had soaked into the shadows and revealed herself behind the dark figure with her report in hand. “Rhivesha… You are in need of mending?” The dark figure turned and grasped the report observing the wound at her right side, “Apparently your skills in Shadow wielding are outweighing your skills in combat" the figure snickered, "You did not mend yourself?” the dark figure inquired.
Before she could respond the dark figure raised its hand slightly over her wound. Rhivesha’s bones cracked back into place and a dark stream of shadow came out of the figure’s hand and soaked between Rhivesha’s bones reattaching them to the remaining tissue. “It is done”. The dark figure lowered its hand and placed her report into its robe.
Rhivesha lowered her head in a bow and spoke softly. “And my request? Do you have the items I require?” The dark figure nodded and removed two small tomes from its robes. The dark figure spoke, “Shamanistic powers disrupt the balance of the Universe. They siphon the elements from the Universe, they do not always replenish them. Remember your duties to your faith or do we need to remind you?” Rhivesha glared at the dark figure and would have fulfilled its transcendence for such an accusation if it didn’t condemn her to the same fate. “I have maintained the balance between the Light and the Shadow. My faith is all I have left and if the Cult wants me to kill Shamans then the Cult need only command”.
The dark figure nodded and engulfed itself into the shadows. Rhivesha stood watching with her references in hand as the faint darkness travelled out of the ruined tavern and into the Plaguelands. Fully mended Rhivesha made her way back to the Garrison and began her preparations.