Thursday, August 1, 2019

Project Snowclaw: Grizzly Determination (BFA)


The druidess sat with a quietness about her. Her eyes drifted towards the sky above, flickering her ears with an almost annoyance. Having come to the Grizzly Hills almost four days ago, she already sensed a palpable lack of reason for being here. There was no evidence of a Section 28 base, nor any reason to believe one had existed in the region. Nevertheless, her informant in Desolace had assured her that the answers she sought would be here. So she sat at the small cabin, her eyes scanning across the documents with a certain laziness.

Reports from scouts, horde and alliance both, sat on the desk scattered like leaves in the fall. Every one of them had sorted through and categorized without so much as a whisper of help. The ink from Alnarra's quill replaced so many times that she lost count. Yet she knew she must persist if she wished to gain any insight into this secret project.

Striking out from the cabin on a late summer's eve she began to make her way towards the fallen world tree. It marked the land alike a scar upon a patient, rotted and festering. the hope was the residents of this land, the furbolgs, could provide insight her own people couldn't. So she marched to the almost city-like structure they had constructed in the fallen tree. It was curious being in a place so holy to druids yet feeling so disconnected.

Her reason for being here was far from religious and if anything, she wished to leave. The sooner she returned to her wife and the Storm Glaive the happier she'd be. It was at least relaxing to escape the drums of war that beat across the land. Here though there was a silence, almost unsettling in its nature. Biting her lip she took a deep breath and approached one of the fubolgs.

The creatures, even with their ties to Elune, were devoid of the intelligence gifted to elf and man. Still, they could communicate, and as she explained the nature of her hunt the creature seemed to laugh.

"They said that you would come, though I did not expect their tongues to ring true" the furbolg explained. "The people who spoke are far to often tied to shadow and lies that the off chance of the truth is rare."

This certainly sounded like Section 28. Lies and shadows were the modus operandi for the organization. In light of the news, the druidess began to think this trek hadn't been in vain. Looking the beast over she demanded more.

"You are the cat they sought to grow" it responded, "Near the sea, they gather, look there for your shadows".

It was a frustrating response, but at least it provided a clue. Without hesitation, the druidess thanked her recently met furbolg friend. While she had reason to question why the first furbolg she spoke to might have the information, she was in no mood to. Throwing caution to the wind she made for the nearest coastal region.

Though she expected something to be waiting for her, all she found among the sands was the howling wind. There were no tracks and no signs of any sort of base. Instead, it was the calm waves crashing against the sands like the land itself was breathing. A growl overtook her as she kicked at the sandy beach wishing this was not some game.

"Come out damnit" she demanded of no one in particular. "I do not have time for these games, I need answers" her shouts continued. "What is project Snowclaw, and why was I never b--".

But before she could finish her sentence the word Snowclaw set events in motion. As she stood on the beach, a shockwave of energy began to pulse through the ground. The druidess looked down with a mild concern before shifting. She had no intention of finding herself caught off guard in a place like this.

With a heavy sigh she raised her claw-like hands in a defensive posture, her hair stood on end. Then from behind, she heard footsteps on the sand. As if out of thin air 4 men in hooded robes appeared, each holding a dagger.

"Really?" the woman questioned shaking her head. The words were brief; yet, as it did not take long for the hooded individuals to make their attack. They charged headlong and the druidess met each with a treant cloaked in Fae magic. "Evens the odds" she smirked handling the man attacking her by throwing him over her head. As he hit the soft sand of the beach roots reached up from the depths of the earth to drag him beneath.

Another man fell as the fae cloaked claw of another treant pierced his gut leaving him to bleed out on the sands. It took little time and effort to make short work of the attackers. A fact that also made the druidess uncomfortable. Still, though, this was no place to be getting cold feet, there must be an explanation for this trail.

Looking about she caught glimpse of a change in the waters. They seemed to be breaking on something not there before. A smirk crossed her face as she made sure all her assailant lay dead or dying on the beach. She was going to get her answers one way or another.

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