[ Kettara wakes with a start, sucking in a harsh breath—bracing, instinctively, for a flash of pain, for the tide to suck her back under. She was in pain earlier, wasn’t she? She was dying in her master’s arms, wasn’t she?
It comes back in starts and stops. The fire. The Grimtotem. A traitor in the woods, leading them all to ruin.
Silently, Kettara pushes herself upright. She’s been dressed in thin, strange-smelling fabric. Her armor is gone. And there is the sound of someone stirring near her.
Her ears flatten. ]
Who’s there?
3.0 — Armory
[ This place, at least, is familiar. Kettara knows armories, knows the weight and proper reverence of weapons masters, though there are none here that she can see. Just a machine hooked to a pedestal that she’s currently squinting at, trying to determine its workings. She’s heard of such things, goblin magic and engineering bound together in strange marriage, but the workings are beyond her.
Still—
She cants her head, rising to her full height when she spots someone wandering close by. She’s tall, green, and with Fel-touched eyes. She is not human and most things appear to be around here. This is a dangerous observation: it leaves her out of place.
Nonetheless, she does not balk. She lifts her chin, displaying her tusks. ]
Do you know how to use this?
5.0 — Sunlight Room
[ It’s strange to exist in this place. Kettara sits cross-legged on the floor, her hands resting loosely on her knees. She’s found borrowed clothes with soft fabric and a strange, astringent smell to them. A human smell, she’s decided. She’s not fond of that, but the bargain was struck and this is the beginning and the end of it. Thus, she will endure.
She breathes in. She breathes out. The sunlight feels real against her skin, but what whispers to her from the elemental plane is—different. Distant. A cool breeze rises and Kettara’s nose wrinkles: there’s a new scent now. Someone approaching.
She opens her eyes slowly. ]
Hello.
[ Her ears flick back. She’s tall, and green, and she knows very well how such things can be taken. Still, she doesn’t rise to her full height. She waits, watching intently. Hello, stranger. ]
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Kettara Bloodthirst | World of Warcraft | OTA
[ Kettara wakes with a start, sucking in a harsh breath—bracing, instinctively, for a flash of pain, for the tide to suck her back under. She was in pain earlier, wasn’t she? She was dying in her master’s arms, wasn’t she?
It comes back in starts and stops. The fire. The Grimtotem. A traitor in the woods, leading them all to ruin.
Silently, Kettara pushes herself upright. She’s been dressed in thin, strange-smelling fabric. Her armor is gone. And there is the sound of someone stirring near her.
Her ears flatten. ]
Who’s there?
3.0 — Armory
[ This place, at least, is familiar. Kettara knows armories, knows the weight and proper reverence of weapons masters, though there are none here that she can see. Just a machine hooked to a pedestal that she’s currently squinting at, trying to determine its workings. She’s heard of such things, goblin magic and engineering bound together in strange marriage, but the workings are beyond her.
Still—
She cants her head, rising to her full height when she spots someone wandering close by. She’s tall, green, and with Fel-touched eyes. She is not human and most things appear to be around here. This is a dangerous observation: it leaves her out of place.
Nonetheless, she does not balk. She lifts her chin, displaying her tusks. ]
Do you know how to use this?
5.0 — Sunlight Room
[ It’s strange to exist in this place. Kettara sits cross-legged on the floor, her hands resting loosely on her knees. She’s found borrowed clothes with soft fabric and a strange, astringent smell to them. A human smell, she’s decided. She’s not fond of that, but the bargain was struck and this is the beginning and the end of it. Thus, she will endure.
She breathes in. She breathes out. The sunlight feels real against her skin, but what whispers to her from the elemental plane is—different. Distant. A cool breeze rises and Kettara’s nose wrinkles: there’s a new scent now. Someone approaching.
She opens her eyes slowly. ]
Hello.
[ Her ears flick back. She’s tall, and green, and she knows very well how such things can be taken. Still, she doesn’t rise to her full height. She waits, watching intently. Hello, stranger. ]
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