It was another day on the strange and somewhat serene land of the alien world. It started off just like any other, the druidess rolling out of bed to check the medical notes left for her by the staff before, then moving to get some coffee and breakfast, still in her robe and a simple pair of glasses. There was a simple pleasure in reading the morning medical reports, sipping on the strange human drink, and eating the curious delicacies that this land had to offer, the rylak eggs giving her a bit of a rush as she added various spices to them, thinking on how much Lynx or Inodraen might enjoy them. As the morning started to continue on, the Kaldorei, now much more accustomed to waking with the setting of the Goddess rather than her rise went back to her room to start wrapping and bandaging her arm.
The wound was about a month old now, when she had last made a visit to Azeroth a cultist of some variety or sort had managed to catch her off guard in an alley, and what started off as some kind of simple acid burn to her hand was quickly growing. It had already crawled up and consumed most of her right hand, and the tendrils of whatever it was were creeping up to her elbow. Giving a rather pathetic whine she started wrapping it once more, hoping to slow it’s progression until the doctor could figure out its cause.
“A package for you Ms. Stargrove” came a knock at the door, a small and helpful dwarf standing with a poorly wrapped package, much to Alnarra’s surprise. She gave a quaint smile to the small bearded fellow giving a quiet nod, “I didn’t realize that anyone was sending me mail all the way out here.” She scratched her head for a bit as she made her way to pick it up, looking over the sending address, “Where… where did this come from?” she asked in a curious manner, looking the Dark Iron Dwarf over.
It was taking some time to get used to the changes in the Alliance, and the inclusion of the Dark Iron and Wildhammer in the Alliances ranks was no different, the man could only offer a courteous smile as he clarified that he only delivered the mail sent from the Alliance’s slowly growing base in Ashran. Giving gentle nod she took the package back into her room setting it down on the table to examine later. The truth of the matter was that she was still packing so that Inodraen and she could make their visit to their slightly paler companion patrolling Nagrand.
She had been waiting to go on this trip for weeks, planning out every small little detail, what color she was going to paint her and Inodraen’s fur to mask their druidic markings, the route they were going to take to avoid the front lines, the passageways they would navigate to get to Lynx as safely and as quickly as possible. She smiled thinking of the three of them together, lounging about lazily, holding each other, and speaking of the future. She smiled deeply as her mind drifted to the matter.
Laughing a bit she went over to look at the box, reading the shipping label again, “Hmm… addressed directly to me. That Gnomerean .25” Microscope couldn’t have gotten here…. This quickly” she shook her head a bit as she went to pull a knife from the drawer, slowly cutting away at the twine bindings, she found a small letter which she unfolded, reading it slowly
Dearest Doctor Stargrove,
It has come to our attention, that for some time you have managed to avoid recompense for your actions. Our brief meeting in Stormwind was but a taste of what we have for you, and as a kind reminder of what our meetings have been like in the past, we have decided to ship you something to ensure that your full understanding of what we intend to do to you, your loved ones, and all those they ever called friend or family
The druidess gave a bit of a stray blink at the letter reading it again, she nervously looked at the box, going to start peeling back the lid. Biting her lip heavily she motioned for Kykona to come over with her knowing it’d be safer for the constant pest, but remarkable survivor of a Sprite Darter to open it. Her eyes were ever vigilant, druidic magic at the ready for whatever may be inside.
But as the lid was removed, what was inside instantly seemed to bring the 5,000 year old druidess, doctor, and mother of three to her knees. Her whole form was winded as she could barely speak, throwing up seeming the only recourse, she vomited again and again, “No…”. She slowly crawled towards the desk, pulling herself up to look at the contents, tears rolling down her cheek as she stared into the simple, mundane box. Inside Two Kaldorei ears preserved in a strange green fluid, a single eye, floating in a small glass chamber, and a skull. But Alnarra only needed the ears to recognize these remains, swallowing heavily as her hands went to touch at them. “Veraldan” she whispered
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