It is rogue week at World of Lae! I do like my rogues, and I probably have way too many, even if none of them are that well geared or anything. I’m not a good rogue. I forget to hit cloak of shadows when I vanish. I forget I can pick pocket. Sometimes I forget to put poisons on! But it is a lot of fun being able to sneak around mobs, or in one rogue’s case, pvp hotspots on his pvp realm. Anyway, here’s my rogues!
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Vaelarian Ashclaw crouched in the tall grass overlooking the small valley. A copse of trees obscured most of the view, but he could see the trail leading out, and he could hear the saw. There was a small harpy population living in this area of the Barrens, one of the few places with enough trees in the region. While Vaelarian could care less about the harpies, he didn’t want them forced to move north. He loathed even the thought of having to deal with them in his camp on a daily basis. It was better for both him and the harpies if they could keep their trees where they were.
On the further side of the valley, he saw the top of one of the trees start to tip. Even from this distance, he could hear the wood crack as the noise from the saw stopped. The branches made sharp crackling noises as they hit against other trees and snapped on the way toward the ground.
He moved around the ledge overlooking the valley. The less time he had to spend in harpy territory, the better. No doubt they were already aggravated. Vaelarian decided it was best if he didn’t make it worse.
He made his way around to the closest he could get to where the tree fell, planning his quickest route to the area while dealing with as few harpies as possible. He slipped down the steep bank and took cover in a bush next to one of the trees. He could clearly see the saw machine from his hiding spot. A goblin sat in the seat operating the saw. Vaelarian stayed back, watching, as some orcs entered the area. The saw had already cut the limbs from the tree. All that remained was a log. The three orcs hefted it up on their shoulders and carried it down the path out of view.
Vaelarian slipped in closer as the orcs left. The saw operator had already started on another tree. The goblin running the machine was oblivious to the old kaldorei inching closer behind him. He didn’t even have a chance to call out as the elf grabbed him from behind. Vaelarian made it fast, slitting the goblin’s tiny throat, nearly decapitating him, then dropped him back into the seat of the saw machine. Blood covered the controls of the machine, not that Vaelarian was even going to attempt to turn it off. It would have to run out of power eventually. He quickly rummaged through some documents kept in a small drawer inside the machine. He grabbed some that looked important, as well as some that didn’t look as important but were blank on one side. He took the pencil left in the bottom of the drawer too, and quickly left the scene. The machine was still running. Maybe one of the orcs carrying the logs would know how to turn it off, or if they didn’t, maybe they could maim themselves trying.
He hurried back to his camp in the hills. He piled the important looking papers into a stack he intended to take to Astranaar soon. He sat with the paper that was blank on one side, and began to write with the stolen pencil.
(Letter written on old, dirty, bloodied paper. On the opposite side of the paper is proof of ownership of a goblin shredder written in Orcish.)
The Barrens are dangerous now. I am assisting the Sentinels in gathering information, as well as making it difficult for the orcs to accomplish anything. I am fine, but I won’t be able to visit soon.
The orcs and trolls have been killing each other in the Barrens. We have little information to go on, though word has arrived from Darnassus that we are to continue stealing supplies, and fighting orcs. I’ll fight trolls too if they get in the way, but it was specified that we are to focus on the orcs.
It is unsafe for you to visit at my camp. Perhaps Astranaar would be safe, but Raleth would not be welcome there. I will write again when I can.
Vaelarian Ashclaw heard it before he saw it. He had been walking just a short distance south of his camp situated next to a lake in the hills along the border of Ashenvale and the Barrens. Wild potatoes grew plentiful in the area, and he often went to gather them for his stews. He was following the path he usually took when the noise started. It was a loud grinding sound. Machines. Here. Hadn’t the orcs’ pet goblins caused enough trouble already? He dropped his bag of potatoes, and drew his dagger, wandering from his regular path towards the source of the noise.
He moved quickly, but made sure he was hidden from sight as he rounded around one of the hills. There, in the distance, he could see the source of the noise. Saws. They were cutting the trees on the ridge along the border. Further in the distance, they were building some structures.
“Great. New neighbors.” he muttered to himself with a sneer. “I guess I have to go welcome them.” He continued moving along the side of the hill, closer to the machinery and the workers. He stopped at one spot with a decent view of the area. He stayed back in the tall grass, and watched. Most of the workers were orcs, but he did see a goblin or two scamper into one of the machines. There were wagons full of fresh lumber, and a pathway had been carved down the hillside for the wagons to haul their load away, towards Orgrimmar.
He crept closer still, singling out one orc who had stood on the far side of a pile of freshly cut trees. He’d make a fine example. Vaelarian stayed low in the grass as he readied both daggers. The orc remained oblivious to his presence. Just as Vaelarian was about to make his move, a troll dashed from the other side of the small clearing, burying it’s dagger in the orc’s back. Vaelarian inched back as he watched the troll, with the help of another troll, load some of the smaller trees onto a small wagon with a kodo pulling it. What was going on?
He waited until the trolls left before stepping out of his hiding spot. He kneeled at the orc, checking for signs of life. There were none. Using the cut trees as cover, he moved closer to the edge of the ledge. Looking over, he saw more trolls, fighting with more orcs. He moved back quickly, tracing his path back to the tall grass along the hill.
Astranaar needed to hear about this.
I streamed a bit this morning and got lineart/flats done for both Iselwen and Vaelarian.
Dear People who stay at the camp in Sholazar Basin,
Hi! I don’t know any of your names so I can’t address this to anyone in particular. I hope you don’t mind! You don’t know me either, but you might know someone I know.
I’m writing because I am looking for news on my grandfather. He has recently moved to the basin, and had mentioned coming to your camp for supplies. I haven’t heard from him at all in the past month and was wondering if he had come to the camp to pick up the letters that I’ve sent, or if anyone had heard from or seen him. His name is Vaelarian Ashclaw. He’s kaldorei, about average height, and strong. He has long teal hair. He usually wears it pulled back in a ponytail, and he has a long beard that usually gets a bit scruffy looking. He has wrinkles because he’s really old. He has a crocolisk tooth on a leather string around his neck.
I’m really worried because I haven’t heard from him. Maybe you could send someone to look for him, but I’m not sure where his camp is. I think it must be somewhere around crocolisks.
Let me know if you know anything!
– Latahlali Ashclaw
Sentinel Avaniel Windblade frowned as she began to read the letter. Her eyes widened and she almost dropped the letter. The sin’dorei, the one that had been in the grove with the moonwell, was writing to her? She briefly wondered if the paper were corrupt. She put it down on the ground, placing a rock on the corner to hold it in place. She knelt to continue reading. If Vaelarian was still alive, it was worth it to risk reading the rest.
She laughed, repeating the next line to herself out loud, “‘… I want to reassure you that he only helped me to protect his grand-daughter.’ He helped you, all right. He let you escape.” She scowled and continued to read. Her jaw dropped open at the next line. “Safer with you?” She muttered, “Incredible, he either thinks I’m stupid or he’s completely insane.” She read the rest silently. Her expression showing clear disbelief. A small lapse in judgement? He traded his granddaughter for information on the horde’s movements. There was no way that could be considered small. The girl would have been safer with her people. She should have been sent to training, but Vaelarian had refused to force her, perhaps because she always claimed she would go eventually. She would have made a fine sentinel. She was already decently skilled with her blades. If Vaelarian hadn’t given her up as he did, she would still be safe in Ashenvale.
She pushed the rock off the paper, and using her dagger, stabbed the paper where nothing was written. It stuck to her dagger as she lifted it to carry in front of herself. She wouldn’t touch the paper, not from a blood elf, but she had to show the others. Vaelarian was alive. If there were a chance they could lure him back and apprehend him, then that would be one less traitor on the loose.
She smiled as she made her way back to the spire.
Vaelarian walked briskly across the field from one building in the old elven ruins to one on the other side. He had volunteered to check if Latahlali had arrived yet, and, if she was there, ask how long it would be before she was ready. Raleth had sent one of his friends with him, one of the rangers. The shorter elf barely kept up with Vaelarian’s longer strides, and upon reaching the building that the ladies were gathering in, sat down on the mossy steps.
“I’ll keep watch out here.”
Vaelarian hadn’t asked him, and didn’t care either way. He shrugged and stepped through the doorway of the ancient stone ruins.
The women had arrived. Latahlali was talking to a sin’dorei woman. Vaelarian remembered having met the woman a couple of times before. Latahlali looked towards the doorway and gasped, “Vael! You came!” She ran to him excitedly and hugged him.
He hugged her back. He didn’t have much choice after all, as she threw herself in his arms. That was when he saw the old Highborne in the corner, the one whom had been Latahlali’s transportation to the site. His gaze rested on him. He knew that face. The Highborne had taken notice of him as well and his eyes widened.
“Ashclaw. Now I remember.”
Vaelarian forced a grin, “Melith’enddare. I see you lived.”
“I was smart enough to get out.” Ellorian Melith’enddare frowned, “I see you were as well.”
Latahlali looked back and forth between the two elder elves. “You know each other?”
Vaelarian ignored her, his eyes locked on the Highborne, and his hands rested on his daggers. Ellorian was watching him as well, but responded to Latahlali’s question after a moment’s pause. “He was a servant in my brother’s house. My brother refused to leave when I did.” He glared at Vaelarian. “I wouldn’t have thought you would have left her.”
“I didn’t.” Vaelarian responded. “They fled to safety in time. I went with them.”
Ellorian raised a brow, then frowned. “I don’t know why he tolerated you. Are they still alive then?”
“No. They caught the boat.” Vaelarian stated flatly. He explained further as the Highborne’s brow went up again. “To the Eastern Kingdoms.”
“And you stayed behind then?”
“I had my reasons.”
“Yes, I suppose a lot can happen in that amount of time.” Ellorian continued watching Vaelarian. His eyes darted to the daggers from time to time.
Vaelarian grinned. “I still loved her.”
Ellorian’s ear twitched. His glare turned into a brief sneer.
Vaelarian grinned again at the old Highborne mage. He turned to the sin’dorei female, Kestrae, “They wanted to know if everyone is ready here.” He glanced at Latahlali’s questioning look, and watched the Highborne out of the corner of his eye.
Kestrae turned to Latahlali. “You’re ready?” Latahlali nodded. Kestrae adjusted Latahlali’s veil as she answered Vaelarian, “We’re ready. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“I’ll let them know.” Vaelarian glanced once more at the Highborne before darting out the door.