Post by marijn on May 23, 2012 9:31:05 GMT
Since I can't remember any real events, I decided I will make them on my own, Here is the fourth of the *possible* series. The characters are inspired on you... But well, the events here never happend. Enjoy! (You can download the PDF at the end)
Tales of the Stormwind Regiment
Marijn let out a deep frustrated sigh as he let himself fall down into his chair. He glanced next to him at the guards who were also taking a break. The chairs stood in half a circle, so that, when needed, an officer could adress five people at the same time. All the way to the left sat a girl, known to them as Blaire Ivers. Thou she was newly recruited she had proven her worth to the regiment by taking lead over other privates when there were no officers around. She had also shown she was quite capable of battle, she had overmastered two criminals alone during a brawl at the Pig and Whistle. While her head was normally covered with a regular Regiment helmet, she had not taken it off, displaying a blond ponytail, tied up with a blue knot. She was one of the few guards who had actually came prepared to duty, while most wish they had taken a lunch along for in their break, she was already happily devouring a sandwich. Something about the girl reminded him about his wife, just as fierce. He glanced to the chair next to him, observing the large man he had encountered earlier. The man was Sivodar Bull, and he was having a hard time keeping on all the right straps of his armor. When he pulled a strap tighter at one side, on the other side a strap popped open. Marijn coudn’t help but grin at the man’s hard but invain attempts to lock his armor down right.
He glanced to the left two chairs, one chair contained Irene Silversong. Thou all she was doing was working on some paper work. Marijn wondered why she was doing that in a break but shrugged it off him. On the right side of Irene and the left side of Marijn sat Ilyanain, his head hanging backwards. It seemed like he was vast asleep. It wasn’t all that weird, Marijn knew that he had just ran a night shift. Marijn glanced over his shoulder as he heard footsteps aprouching. It was Kia Linaris. Now that he thaught about it, it had been a week since then, a week of trying to find any evidence that would could lead to the murderer of their sergeant. However all invain. Marijn slowly stood up from his chair and walked up infront of the girl, a passive smile displayed on his lips.
“I... Uhmm... Reporting for duty, sir!” Marijn stared the girl in the face. She slowly stepped a step backwards, afraid that the man might push her over or hit her. “Well, go get you’re gear on then...” Kia nodded slightly and jogged up the stairs. With a frown on his face Marijn followed her with his eyes untill she went out of sight. Something just didn’t seem right with that girl. Weither it was that she obviously still used drugs or something else. Or maybe she just didn’t sit right with Marijn. He let out a soft sigh and glanced at the group of people who were sitting in the chairs. Not just that, but he noticed that another private has taken his chair. With a groan he walked to the middle of the half circle of chairs and took their attention “Go do what you’re paid to do, lazy ass privates!” The group glanced at them, clearly not sure what the man was expecting of them. The only one who didn’t look up was Ilyanain, who was still vast asleep. Marijn perked an eyebrow as the group didn’t move a muscle. “Go patrol!” he yelled at them. The largest one sighed sadly and started to whine about having a break, but after some harsh words of Marijn, they quickly decided to continue their break later and head on a patrol.
Marijn groaned loudly as he leaned against the stairway. Honoustly he had given up on finding whoever killed their sergeant. He wanted to find out, but it was just impossible. Afer a week of interogating people and searching for more evidence all that he had found was that the his sergeant was slain without anyone seeing who did it... Wich was weird in itself becouse many people all claimed the same story, the man was getting up on the table, they felt a chill and the man fell down, dead. Yet no one saw the one who did it... It smelled abit fishy, acording to Marijn. But thus far, he didn’t have the slightest clue as of who could have possibly done it. He wondered if the blades were involved, it was their bar, it would be natural they tried to protect it’s name. Marijn glanced upwards to the roof, he could only wonder for now.
Marijn panted as he kept running, his armor shaking along with the vibrations of his body. Here and there he would nearly miss a step and stumble, but that wasn’t going to happen. A few sweat drops slided their way down his forehead as he ran. He coudn’t help but notice how much difficulty he had with just keeping up with the woman he was chasing. He knew for a fact that he could run a track far greater without breaking a sweat. Yet now, he was sweating all over. His body alone, suffered from the weight of the armor. However he kept running, despite the effort it took to take one step, he kept running. The woman he was chasing wasn’t an ordianry girl. She was caught red handed while using fell magic. He had to get her, for the sake of the regiment. If first their sergeant would get killed, and now they let a dangerous fell user escape... No one would trust the guards anymore. Groaning and panting saw Marijn the woman, she was about the age of sixteen, long blond hair and tempting look. No matter how ordinary she looked she was a fell user. She had trapped herself in a alley. Marijn blocked her way out of they alley, she glanced around hoping to find a way out, but there wasn’t... Except by passing the guard.
She was already surprised that the man made it this far, on the beginning of the chase she had cast an curse of exhaustion on the man. Most people would have given up. But this man stood there, gasping for breath, fighting the curse with all he has. “Why won’t you leave me alone!?” the girl shouted in the direction of the guard. The man panted some as he glanced up with a passive smile on his lips, pulling the brush formed helmet from his head. “Stand down miss!” She pondered her situation, she could be arrested, but she had no idea what they would do to her if she gave in. She knew fell magic was a dangerous thing to practice, and highly forbidden within the city. She could also blast the guard over, in his current state he woudn’t be much of a match, but she would become wanted. The long lasting thaughts of what might happen caught up to her as she suddenly noticed that Marijn had stumbled his way to her. There was only a few feet between the two. She didn’t like it the slightest bit, she moved backwards untill she hit the cold stone wall behind her.
“Please... Stay back...” Marijn sighed, clearly the effects of the curse were getting less with the minute. “You know I can’t let you go...” The girl, quite paniced tried to move backwards again, but all she felt was the cold wall behind her back. “What will you do to me!?” Marijn, who had nearly regained most of his strength made a wide arm gesture. “We’ll take you in, and then you’ll be punished acordingly.” The girl wanted to back off again, but still invain. With a voice, trembeling in fear she spoke “Punished?” Marijn nodded slightly. “You will be punished for using fell magic... However, the punishment will be much less severe if you just come along.” Marijn spoke with a smile. The girl looked at the man, hesitation shown in her topaz coloured eyes. She still wan’t quite sure on weither she should just try to bring the man down or go with him. She knew her curse would be without effect soon. After a few seconds of thinking her options over, she gave in. She decided to go with the guard.
Marijn had been pondering over the judgement that would be cast upon the girl. She was just experimenting with fell magic, however she did run. The proper judgement would be rock hard, but mercifull. She had to knew how wrong it was what she was trying to do. How much he disliked doing so, the punishment was lashings on a girl of aproximily sixteen years old. With a sigh Marijn opened the barrel, a vile smile came out it. He glanced inside and went over the variaty of whips. One, in a special holder, soaked in flamable liquid. This one was sometimes used for lashing in public, the flaming whip. Another spiked one, used for special circumstances. And at last a normal one and most commonly used. He picked it out as everlasting smile on his lips dissapeared. Time to get the girl.
A while later, after the lashings the girl had been given threatment by Samantha, she frowned upon the punishment bestowed upon the girl, regardless she didn’t show. The girl, softly sobbing in pain shoved out the command center. Marijn sighed shortly and decided to go after the girl. He placed a hand upon her shoulder and in shock the girl nearly fell over trying to get away. “Listen, I need to tell you something...” Marijn said “What’s you’re name, girl?” She quietly glanced at the man before awnsering “M-my name is Cladia...” She spoke, still uncertain of what the man wanted.
“I just want to tell you Cladia, that i’m sorry for this whole thing... I hope you understand that we harbour no ill feelings to you, it’s just that...” Marijn glanced at the ground for a moment while the girl stared at him in curiousity. “We don’t want you to be consumed by fell, so we act harsh. Just don’t ever try it again... Alright?” The girl nodded quietly, afraid to say something back she started to walk away. As she moved her body suddenly froze. Right in a step forwards she stood still, without moving a muscle. Marijn glanced at the sigh with a frown. “You oke?” Marijn asked without getting a awnser. He glanced around and spotted two man talking to each other, both not moving a muscle, and one seemed like he was in the middle of a sentence. Marijn could feel a long ice cold chill run down his spine. The same awfull chill he had only expirienced once before. Back at the lake when Allesia broke her fingers and something stopped her from talking. In a reflex Marijn moved his hand onto his hilt, peering around for the one who did this. The sky above him blackend as he felt a cold breath in his neck. His hand firmed a tight grip around his hilt as he glanced over his shoulder. Behind him stood a tall dark figure, dressed in black. It was the same man Allesia had encountered by the lake, yet this was the first time for Marijn to actually see the man.
Marijn nearly started to panic but remembered his training, stay calm in whatever situation. Marijn spoke, trying to keep his voice balanced and not let a single fear escape. “Are you the one that killed Steve?” The eyes of the man stared at Marijn with killing calmness. “If you mean the guard at the Pig and Whistle, you are right.” Marijn tightend the hand around his hilt, ready to strike once given the chance “Are you also the one who attacked the worgen at the lake?” This time the man didn’t even bother to reply and just send a simple nod towards Marijn. “Why are you doing all this?” Marijn asked, a little frustration added in his voice. The man remained silent before pulling the dark scarf down, displaying more of his face. A large, sickening grin laid underneath the mask. With a dark voice the man spoke. “You want to know why?” The man laughed an amused laugh. “You do not remember boy?” Marijn perked an eyebrow. Not only becouse he had no idea what the man was talking about, but also slightly for the fact he was called boy. He hadn’t been called that for years. “You don’t remember...” The man said, clearly abit surprised. “Well, it doesn’t matter if you remember, aslong as I will remember anything, this world shall be rid of you pesky guards...”
Marijn decided now was the time, he quickly attempted to pull his sword out it’s sheeth but felt a invisible force stopping his arm before slowly resheething the sword. “Don’t be so violent... Or I might do the same...” Marijn tried to glance at the man but felt a sharp pain in his back, followed by an ice cold touch. Marijn fel forward onto his knees. It didn’t feel like an ordinary stab wound. While they hurt, Marijn knew the sence of pain. Yet this was much diffrent, the pain of the the stab alone, reached troughout his whole body, followed by the cold feeling. He could hear an amused laugh behind him before he could feel something hit his head. He fell forward, trying to regain the last bits of his consious. Marijn opened his mouth to say something before realizing abit of blood dripped out his mouth. His vision blackened before losing his concious.
“We don’t want you to be consumed by fell, so we act harsh. Just don’t ever try it again... Alright?” The girl nodded quietly, afraid to say something back she started to walk away. What was that moronic guard thinking. He could never know the pain she had just felt. An ice cold chill ran down her back as she heared some faint sounds behind her. Was it the awfull guard again? She turned around so she could face the guard head on, but instead she saw the guard on the ground, softly trying to speak something before falling unconcious. What had happend she wondered. She saw a small puddle of blood apear underneath the guard and she started to panic. What if this would be blamed on her!?
Marijn slowly opened his eyes, spotting an wooden roof above him. He could still feel the pain and the chill of the wound on his back. He groaned and slowly attempted to get up. Once in sitting posistion he glanced around the room. It was his and Kainna’s bedroom. He wondered how he got here. He tried to rub the painfull spot on his back but as he touched it he felt a pinch of ice shooting troughout his whole body. He shiverd slightly in pain and confusion before glancing at the door. Kainna came trough and nearly dropped what she was holding as she saw Marijn awake again. She rushed to him and hugged and kissed him. “Marijn, you’re oke!” She hugged him again, excidently hitting the painfull spot on his back, Marijn in turn shivered and coughed. “Ohh... Did I hurt you?” Marijn smiled faintly and opened his mouth to calm her down, but surprisingly he didn’t manage to get a word out. “Marijn, are you oke?” Marijn tried to speak again, once again invain. He quickly glanced around the room, hoping for a thing to do but once again his training reminded him to be calm. He coudn’t remember how many times his old master Jack had told him to stay calm. Especially when things seem the most dire, a calm mind and body will solve most problems. He glanced at kainna and frowned. He rubbed his chin reached for a bag with books next to his bed. He took out a small and simple book, it was used for training privates, written by Marijn himself, but cancelled duo the impracticle side. He handed the book towards Kainna and this time she frowned deeply, she peered at the cover. “Hand signs?” she questioned as she peered at Marijn. He held up his hand and made a couple of movements, Kainna quickly looked it over in the book and nodded “I”. Marijn smiled an tiresome laugh and continued with another gesture, Kainna once again translating it. “Can’t?” Marijn nodded slightly and made a last gesture, moving his hands around his mouth. “Speak?” Kainna asked, Marijn nodded once again. “I can’t speak...” Marijn glanced with a calm look at her, pushing his passive smile onto her.
Later that same day Marijn was sitting around the table at the Command Center. After letting Kainna told him he had been asleep for more then two weeks, Marijn coudn’t wait to get back to the base. Yet, now he was back at the building, it didn’t seem quite right. He glanced up at the roof and spotted a large hole in it, some burn marks all over the place. Marijn peered at Ilyanain and perked an eyebrow. Ilyanain smiled faintly, a little bit awkwardly. Marijn grabbed a noteblock that was lying on the table infront of him and scrabled something down before showing it to Ilyanain. He in turn glanced at the paper ‘What happend to the roof!?’. Ilyanain rubbed his chin for a moment and glanced up at the roof. “Well... Someone went suicide on the Command Center... Took a few privates with him in the explosion, multiple wounded.” Marijn sighed and glanced at the roof again, a few workers were already trying to fix the gaping whole in the roof. “Anyway, Silverstorm, what happend to you?” Marijn scrabled something down on the paper and showed it. ‘I met the murderer of Steve.’ Ilyanain frowned and glanced at Marijn. “You met him!?” Marijn slowly nodded. He scrabled something down on the paper and shoved it towards the opposite side of the table. ‘I’ll write a report of what happend later.’ The man on the opposite side of the table nodded slightly. “Alright, you alright thou?” This time Marijn nodded and slowly stood up. He was still wearing his casual clothes, he felt so unprotected without his armor.
Marijn walked up the stairs and entered the dressing room and glanced around. There was a woman undressing, A familiar looking girl, yet something was wrong. The woman was Irene Silversong, he knew that. But her exposed back displayed a large burn wound. Marijn glanced at her as she turned around. “My, does my body interest you Silverstorm?” Irene said teasingly. Marijn walked over to the woman with a frown. He pointed at the burn wound on her back. “Something wrong Silverstorm?” Marijn groaned and rumbled trough his pockets taking out the notepad and he starts to scrible something onto it. He showed it to her ‘What happend to you’re back?’ She glanced at the wound on her back “It’s nothing much, I just hurt myself during the suicide bombing from last week...” Marijn frowned deeply while staring at the exposed young lady, noticing it would look quite weird if you looked along. Marijn scrabled something down on his notepad and ripped the paper of and gave it to Irene before walking to his locker. He pulled open his locker and grabbed out the plate pieces. He glanced at the back piece, a large whole in the plating. Marijn sighed and touched the sore spot on his back and felt a chill run over his spine.
It had been a pain to be out for two weeks, especially under the circumstances. There was alot to do now he thaught about it. First he would have to get some reports about the suicide bombing on the command center. Second he would need to threat Irene’s back, it would be a shame to let her walk around with such a scar while it could be healed. Third he needed to find out what that man was that attacked him, and why he attacked him. And fourth he needed to find out if there was any connections between the bombing and the man who attacked him. What was it, Master Daniel? He would ask the worgen, who was still sitting in prison but she coudn’t even write, and she coudn’t talk neither. Marijn wondered how he made it back to the command center actually. Did the fell using girl help him? He shook his head slightly, to high of a chance it would have been blamed her, he must have been found by someone. Marijn rubbed his head for a moment while taking the time to think things over. First things first, he needed some reports about the bombing.
He dropped a few maps with papers in them on the table infront of them and frowned. The official reports of what happend back then, and who died and got wounded. Who received medical treatment, who the bomber was. Or atleast an investigation on it. He opened the first file, a detailed report from someone who had witnessed everything. He looked trough it abit before starting to read the story.
It had been a beautifull sunny day, it was abit later in the afternoon and we were doing to same thing we normally do. Stand around and help people in need. Irene was talking to a dwarf from the three hammers. He died later in the explosion. Me, private Sivodar and private Ivers were talking to each other near the stairway. I saw a human walk in, he wore a long black jacket. His face was hidden underneath a large cap that was attached to his cloak. Before I knew it I saw a huge explosion packed out infront of me, the group was all thrown over due the blast. When I got up I saw that private Ivers was heavily burned and that private Sivodar was lying near me, toasted and dead. I remember looking around the room that was on fire. On the other side of the room I saw private Silversong lying on the ground together with what remained of the dwarf. I pushed my last bits of strength to pull private Ivers outside the command center, shortly after I fainted and woke up once the fire had been extinguished.
Marijn sighed sadly after reading the report. He glanced at who actually wrote it. Corporal Ilyanain Fletcher. Marijn smirked faintly, what an heroic act, saving a woman while on the brink of collapsing. He glanced at another report, this one made by Private Irene Silversong, and he decided to skip right to the part with the explosion.
The dwarf wanted to bring some of his friends for an digging outside the wall, but before I could awnser them I could feel a painfull heat, scorching my back. Then I got blasted forward and the last thing I remember is hitting my head against something.
Marijn frowned slightly, poor Irene... She had done nothing to deserve this, but well... It was all part of being a guard, it wasn’t the first time someone tried to blow up the command center. He went trough the files and found a official report of the wounded. Six dead people... Privates, Sivodar, Mattings, Divors and Lanner. Two non stormwind officials, Master dwarf Brogh Berindar, of the three hammers. And a woman who is yet to be indentified, she was there becouse her friend was robbed. Marijn sighed and put all the files back together. Six dead... Becouse of some moronic asshole... He coudn’t talk for the two non regimentals but the four of the regiment were newly recruited, never hurted a fly. It was a damn shame... In the distance he could hear the bells, signing the time of the day. Marijn counted the bells, one, two, three, four, five... That was it, five bells, he had to go meat Irene, in the note he gave her he had said to meet him at the Command Center at five bells. He stood up and shoved the files back together.
“What did you want to see me for, sir?” Marijn gestured at the carpet on the floor. “I’m sorry?” Irene questioned. Marijn pointed at the carpet again before scrabeling something down on his noteblock and showing it to Irene. The note said, ‘take of you’re shirt, and lie down.’ She perked an eyebrow. What a stange question to ask, she didn’t want to, but she knew the man well enough to know it wasn’t anything sexual. No, that man had the slighest bit of interest in anyone besides his wife, no matter how much you tempted him. She shrugged slightly before pulling her shirt of and lying down. Marijn scrabled something down and showed it again. The note said ‘with you’re back up.’ She turned over so she faced her back towards the roof. Her back, displayed the awfull looking burn wound. She wondered what the man was planning with her. Marijn pulled of his gloves and sat down next to Irene. He pulled of his helmet and smiled gently. This somehow made Irene feel, quite abit uncomfortable. While she knew the man wasn’t sexualy interested in her, this just seemed odd... She coudn’t quite describe it. Marijn placed his hand gently on the wound, and the soft touch send shivvers down her back. Marijn sighed deeply before closing his eyes. He stayed like that for a moment untill he opened them again, his eyes shining faintly with light. Around his hands a bright glow started to apear. Irene could honoustly say, the wound had been hurting her all this time since the explosion, it itched and hurt. Yet, now... The pain seemed to reside... Instead she could feel a warm and delightfull feeling on her back. She glanced upwards at Marijn, his face seemed concentrated, yet on his lips a wider then normal smile. It always seemed like Marijn enjoyed helping others in need, especially people from the regiment. Yet, he would never show any of that. She felt for him, if only she had the chance to help him for once, he had saved her from certain death after being left by two murderous worgens, and now he even helped her with a burnwound. The man, even if he didn’t mean to always gave her such a useless feeling, like all she did was holding him back. She felt the warm feeling fade as Marijn closed his eyes. The light that covered his hands, slowly faded away into nothingness. He opened his eyes and studied his work. With a smile he stood up and grabbed two small mirrors. She also stood up, not sure if it had worked. Marijn held one of the mirrors infront of her and one at her back so she could easily look at the result. Where once was a large burn wound, now only rested a soft red rash.
Irene smiled faintly “Thank you Ma-... Silverstorm.” As Marijn scribbled something down she quickly thaught her near mistake over. They were never to adress each other by the first name. Unless someone asked for the full name. It was a policy in the regiment. Marijn displayed the note at her and smiled. ‘No problem, Irene.’ She glanced at the man and smiled. Marijn turned around and walked away, leaving her behind. She slowly picked up her shirt and started to pull it on. She touched the soft feeling skin where the burnwound was just a few minutes ago and smiled. She still felt sorry for him thou. He went trough all the trouble of helping her, when he himself coudn’t even talk after being assaulted and left for dead. She sighed softly again, it sucks being a guard...
Tales of the Stormwind Regiment
Marijn let out a deep frustrated sigh as he let himself fall down into his chair. He glanced next to him at the guards who were also taking a break. The chairs stood in half a circle, so that, when needed, an officer could adress five people at the same time. All the way to the left sat a girl, known to them as Blaire Ivers. Thou she was newly recruited she had proven her worth to the regiment by taking lead over other privates when there were no officers around. She had also shown she was quite capable of battle, she had overmastered two criminals alone during a brawl at the Pig and Whistle. While her head was normally covered with a regular Regiment helmet, she had not taken it off, displaying a blond ponytail, tied up with a blue knot. She was one of the few guards who had actually came prepared to duty, while most wish they had taken a lunch along for in their break, she was already happily devouring a sandwich. Something about the girl reminded him about his wife, just as fierce. He glanced to the chair next to him, observing the large man he had encountered earlier. The man was Sivodar Bull, and he was having a hard time keeping on all the right straps of his armor. When he pulled a strap tighter at one side, on the other side a strap popped open. Marijn coudn’t help but grin at the man’s hard but invain attempts to lock his armor down right.
He glanced to the left two chairs, one chair contained Irene Silversong. Thou all she was doing was working on some paper work. Marijn wondered why she was doing that in a break but shrugged it off him. On the right side of Irene and the left side of Marijn sat Ilyanain, his head hanging backwards. It seemed like he was vast asleep. It wasn’t all that weird, Marijn knew that he had just ran a night shift. Marijn glanced over his shoulder as he heard footsteps aprouching. It was Kia Linaris. Now that he thaught about it, it had been a week since then, a week of trying to find any evidence that would could lead to the murderer of their sergeant. However all invain. Marijn slowly stood up from his chair and walked up infront of the girl, a passive smile displayed on his lips.
“I... Uhmm... Reporting for duty, sir!” Marijn stared the girl in the face. She slowly stepped a step backwards, afraid that the man might push her over or hit her. “Well, go get you’re gear on then...” Kia nodded slightly and jogged up the stairs. With a frown on his face Marijn followed her with his eyes untill she went out of sight. Something just didn’t seem right with that girl. Weither it was that she obviously still used drugs or something else. Or maybe she just didn’t sit right with Marijn. He let out a soft sigh and glanced at the group of people who were sitting in the chairs. Not just that, but he noticed that another private has taken his chair. With a groan he walked to the middle of the half circle of chairs and took their attention “Go do what you’re paid to do, lazy ass privates!” The group glanced at them, clearly not sure what the man was expecting of them. The only one who didn’t look up was Ilyanain, who was still vast asleep. Marijn perked an eyebrow as the group didn’t move a muscle. “Go patrol!” he yelled at them. The largest one sighed sadly and started to whine about having a break, but after some harsh words of Marijn, they quickly decided to continue their break later and head on a patrol.
Marijn groaned loudly as he leaned against the stairway. Honoustly he had given up on finding whoever killed their sergeant. He wanted to find out, but it was just impossible. Afer a week of interogating people and searching for more evidence all that he had found was that the his sergeant was slain without anyone seeing who did it... Wich was weird in itself becouse many people all claimed the same story, the man was getting up on the table, they felt a chill and the man fell down, dead. Yet no one saw the one who did it... It smelled abit fishy, acording to Marijn. But thus far, he didn’t have the slightest clue as of who could have possibly done it. He wondered if the blades were involved, it was their bar, it would be natural they tried to protect it’s name. Marijn glanced upwards to the roof, he could only wonder for now.
Marijn panted as he kept running, his armor shaking along with the vibrations of his body. Here and there he would nearly miss a step and stumble, but that wasn’t going to happen. A few sweat drops slided their way down his forehead as he ran. He coudn’t help but notice how much difficulty he had with just keeping up with the woman he was chasing. He knew for a fact that he could run a track far greater without breaking a sweat. Yet now, he was sweating all over. His body alone, suffered from the weight of the armor. However he kept running, despite the effort it took to take one step, he kept running. The woman he was chasing wasn’t an ordianry girl. She was caught red handed while using fell magic. He had to get her, for the sake of the regiment. If first their sergeant would get killed, and now they let a dangerous fell user escape... No one would trust the guards anymore. Groaning and panting saw Marijn the woman, she was about the age of sixteen, long blond hair and tempting look. No matter how ordinary she looked she was a fell user. She had trapped herself in a alley. Marijn blocked her way out of they alley, she glanced around hoping to find a way out, but there wasn’t... Except by passing the guard.
She was already surprised that the man made it this far, on the beginning of the chase she had cast an curse of exhaustion on the man. Most people would have given up. But this man stood there, gasping for breath, fighting the curse with all he has. “Why won’t you leave me alone!?” the girl shouted in the direction of the guard. The man panted some as he glanced up with a passive smile on his lips, pulling the brush formed helmet from his head. “Stand down miss!” She pondered her situation, she could be arrested, but she had no idea what they would do to her if she gave in. She knew fell magic was a dangerous thing to practice, and highly forbidden within the city. She could also blast the guard over, in his current state he woudn’t be much of a match, but she would become wanted. The long lasting thaughts of what might happen caught up to her as she suddenly noticed that Marijn had stumbled his way to her. There was only a few feet between the two. She didn’t like it the slightest bit, she moved backwards untill she hit the cold stone wall behind her.
“Please... Stay back...” Marijn sighed, clearly the effects of the curse were getting less with the minute. “You know I can’t let you go...” The girl, quite paniced tried to move backwards again, but all she felt was the cold wall behind her back. “What will you do to me!?” Marijn, who had nearly regained most of his strength made a wide arm gesture. “We’ll take you in, and then you’ll be punished acordingly.” The girl wanted to back off again, but still invain. With a voice, trembeling in fear she spoke “Punished?” Marijn nodded slightly. “You will be punished for using fell magic... However, the punishment will be much less severe if you just come along.” Marijn spoke with a smile. The girl looked at the man, hesitation shown in her topaz coloured eyes. She still wan’t quite sure on weither she should just try to bring the man down or go with him. She knew her curse would be without effect soon. After a few seconds of thinking her options over, she gave in. She decided to go with the guard.
Marijn had been pondering over the judgement that would be cast upon the girl. She was just experimenting with fell magic, however she did run. The proper judgement would be rock hard, but mercifull. She had to knew how wrong it was what she was trying to do. How much he disliked doing so, the punishment was lashings on a girl of aproximily sixteen years old. With a sigh Marijn opened the barrel, a vile smile came out it. He glanced inside and went over the variaty of whips. One, in a special holder, soaked in flamable liquid. This one was sometimes used for lashing in public, the flaming whip. Another spiked one, used for special circumstances. And at last a normal one and most commonly used. He picked it out as everlasting smile on his lips dissapeared. Time to get the girl.
A while later, after the lashings the girl had been given threatment by Samantha, she frowned upon the punishment bestowed upon the girl, regardless she didn’t show. The girl, softly sobbing in pain shoved out the command center. Marijn sighed shortly and decided to go after the girl. He placed a hand upon her shoulder and in shock the girl nearly fell over trying to get away. “Listen, I need to tell you something...” Marijn said “What’s you’re name, girl?” She quietly glanced at the man before awnsering “M-my name is Cladia...” She spoke, still uncertain of what the man wanted.
“I just want to tell you Cladia, that i’m sorry for this whole thing... I hope you understand that we harbour no ill feelings to you, it’s just that...” Marijn glanced at the ground for a moment while the girl stared at him in curiousity. “We don’t want you to be consumed by fell, so we act harsh. Just don’t ever try it again... Alright?” The girl nodded quietly, afraid to say something back she started to walk away. As she moved her body suddenly froze. Right in a step forwards she stood still, without moving a muscle. Marijn glanced at the sigh with a frown. “You oke?” Marijn asked without getting a awnser. He glanced around and spotted two man talking to each other, both not moving a muscle, and one seemed like he was in the middle of a sentence. Marijn could feel a long ice cold chill run down his spine. The same awfull chill he had only expirienced once before. Back at the lake when Allesia broke her fingers and something stopped her from talking. In a reflex Marijn moved his hand onto his hilt, peering around for the one who did this. The sky above him blackend as he felt a cold breath in his neck. His hand firmed a tight grip around his hilt as he glanced over his shoulder. Behind him stood a tall dark figure, dressed in black. It was the same man Allesia had encountered by the lake, yet this was the first time for Marijn to actually see the man.
Marijn nearly started to panic but remembered his training, stay calm in whatever situation. Marijn spoke, trying to keep his voice balanced and not let a single fear escape. “Are you the one that killed Steve?” The eyes of the man stared at Marijn with killing calmness. “If you mean the guard at the Pig and Whistle, you are right.” Marijn tightend the hand around his hilt, ready to strike once given the chance “Are you also the one who attacked the worgen at the lake?” This time the man didn’t even bother to reply and just send a simple nod towards Marijn. “Why are you doing all this?” Marijn asked, a little frustration added in his voice. The man remained silent before pulling the dark scarf down, displaying more of his face. A large, sickening grin laid underneath the mask. With a dark voice the man spoke. “You want to know why?” The man laughed an amused laugh. “You do not remember boy?” Marijn perked an eyebrow. Not only becouse he had no idea what the man was talking about, but also slightly for the fact he was called boy. He hadn’t been called that for years. “You don’t remember...” The man said, clearly abit surprised. “Well, it doesn’t matter if you remember, aslong as I will remember anything, this world shall be rid of you pesky guards...”
Marijn decided now was the time, he quickly attempted to pull his sword out it’s sheeth but felt a invisible force stopping his arm before slowly resheething the sword. “Don’t be so violent... Or I might do the same...” Marijn tried to glance at the man but felt a sharp pain in his back, followed by an ice cold touch. Marijn fel forward onto his knees. It didn’t feel like an ordinary stab wound. While they hurt, Marijn knew the sence of pain. Yet this was much diffrent, the pain of the the stab alone, reached troughout his whole body, followed by the cold feeling. He could hear an amused laugh behind him before he could feel something hit his head. He fell forward, trying to regain the last bits of his consious. Marijn opened his mouth to say something before realizing abit of blood dripped out his mouth. His vision blackened before losing his concious.
“We don’t want you to be consumed by fell, so we act harsh. Just don’t ever try it again... Alright?” The girl nodded quietly, afraid to say something back she started to walk away. What was that moronic guard thinking. He could never know the pain she had just felt. An ice cold chill ran down her back as she heared some faint sounds behind her. Was it the awfull guard again? She turned around so she could face the guard head on, but instead she saw the guard on the ground, softly trying to speak something before falling unconcious. What had happend she wondered. She saw a small puddle of blood apear underneath the guard and she started to panic. What if this would be blamed on her!?
Marijn slowly opened his eyes, spotting an wooden roof above him. He could still feel the pain and the chill of the wound on his back. He groaned and slowly attempted to get up. Once in sitting posistion he glanced around the room. It was his and Kainna’s bedroom. He wondered how he got here. He tried to rub the painfull spot on his back but as he touched it he felt a pinch of ice shooting troughout his whole body. He shiverd slightly in pain and confusion before glancing at the door. Kainna came trough and nearly dropped what she was holding as she saw Marijn awake again. She rushed to him and hugged and kissed him. “Marijn, you’re oke!” She hugged him again, excidently hitting the painfull spot on his back, Marijn in turn shivered and coughed. “Ohh... Did I hurt you?” Marijn smiled faintly and opened his mouth to calm her down, but surprisingly he didn’t manage to get a word out. “Marijn, are you oke?” Marijn tried to speak again, once again invain. He quickly glanced around the room, hoping for a thing to do but once again his training reminded him to be calm. He coudn’t remember how many times his old master Jack had told him to stay calm. Especially when things seem the most dire, a calm mind and body will solve most problems. He glanced at kainna and frowned. He rubbed his chin reached for a bag with books next to his bed. He took out a small and simple book, it was used for training privates, written by Marijn himself, but cancelled duo the impracticle side. He handed the book towards Kainna and this time she frowned deeply, she peered at the cover. “Hand signs?” she questioned as she peered at Marijn. He held up his hand and made a couple of movements, Kainna quickly looked it over in the book and nodded “I”. Marijn smiled an tiresome laugh and continued with another gesture, Kainna once again translating it. “Can’t?” Marijn nodded slightly and made a last gesture, moving his hands around his mouth. “Speak?” Kainna asked, Marijn nodded once again. “I can’t speak...” Marijn glanced with a calm look at her, pushing his passive smile onto her.
Later that same day Marijn was sitting around the table at the Command Center. After letting Kainna told him he had been asleep for more then two weeks, Marijn coudn’t wait to get back to the base. Yet, now he was back at the building, it didn’t seem quite right. He glanced up at the roof and spotted a large hole in it, some burn marks all over the place. Marijn peered at Ilyanain and perked an eyebrow. Ilyanain smiled faintly, a little bit awkwardly. Marijn grabbed a noteblock that was lying on the table infront of him and scrabled something down before showing it to Ilyanain. He in turn glanced at the paper ‘What happend to the roof!?’. Ilyanain rubbed his chin for a moment and glanced up at the roof. “Well... Someone went suicide on the Command Center... Took a few privates with him in the explosion, multiple wounded.” Marijn sighed and glanced at the roof again, a few workers were already trying to fix the gaping whole in the roof. “Anyway, Silverstorm, what happend to you?” Marijn scrabled something down on the paper and showed it. ‘I met the murderer of Steve.’ Ilyanain frowned and glanced at Marijn. “You met him!?” Marijn slowly nodded. He scrabled something down on the paper and shoved it towards the opposite side of the table. ‘I’ll write a report of what happend later.’ The man on the opposite side of the table nodded slightly. “Alright, you alright thou?” This time Marijn nodded and slowly stood up. He was still wearing his casual clothes, he felt so unprotected without his armor.
Marijn walked up the stairs and entered the dressing room and glanced around. There was a woman undressing, A familiar looking girl, yet something was wrong. The woman was Irene Silversong, he knew that. But her exposed back displayed a large burn wound. Marijn glanced at her as she turned around. “My, does my body interest you Silverstorm?” Irene said teasingly. Marijn walked over to the woman with a frown. He pointed at the burn wound on her back. “Something wrong Silverstorm?” Marijn groaned and rumbled trough his pockets taking out the notepad and he starts to scrible something onto it. He showed it to her ‘What happend to you’re back?’ She glanced at the wound on her back “It’s nothing much, I just hurt myself during the suicide bombing from last week...” Marijn frowned deeply while staring at the exposed young lady, noticing it would look quite weird if you looked along. Marijn scrabled something down on his notepad and ripped the paper of and gave it to Irene before walking to his locker. He pulled open his locker and grabbed out the plate pieces. He glanced at the back piece, a large whole in the plating. Marijn sighed and touched the sore spot on his back and felt a chill run over his spine.
It had been a pain to be out for two weeks, especially under the circumstances. There was alot to do now he thaught about it. First he would have to get some reports about the suicide bombing on the command center. Second he would need to threat Irene’s back, it would be a shame to let her walk around with such a scar while it could be healed. Third he needed to find out what that man was that attacked him, and why he attacked him. And fourth he needed to find out if there was any connections between the bombing and the man who attacked him. What was it, Master Daniel? He would ask the worgen, who was still sitting in prison but she coudn’t even write, and she coudn’t talk neither. Marijn wondered how he made it back to the command center actually. Did the fell using girl help him? He shook his head slightly, to high of a chance it would have been blamed her, he must have been found by someone. Marijn rubbed his head for a moment while taking the time to think things over. First things first, he needed some reports about the bombing.
He dropped a few maps with papers in them on the table infront of them and frowned. The official reports of what happend back then, and who died and got wounded. Who received medical treatment, who the bomber was. Or atleast an investigation on it. He opened the first file, a detailed report from someone who had witnessed everything. He looked trough it abit before starting to read the story.
It had been a beautifull sunny day, it was abit later in the afternoon and we were doing to same thing we normally do. Stand around and help people in need. Irene was talking to a dwarf from the three hammers. He died later in the explosion. Me, private Sivodar and private Ivers were talking to each other near the stairway. I saw a human walk in, he wore a long black jacket. His face was hidden underneath a large cap that was attached to his cloak. Before I knew it I saw a huge explosion packed out infront of me, the group was all thrown over due the blast. When I got up I saw that private Ivers was heavily burned and that private Sivodar was lying near me, toasted and dead. I remember looking around the room that was on fire. On the other side of the room I saw private Silversong lying on the ground together with what remained of the dwarf. I pushed my last bits of strength to pull private Ivers outside the command center, shortly after I fainted and woke up once the fire had been extinguished.
Marijn sighed sadly after reading the report. He glanced at who actually wrote it. Corporal Ilyanain Fletcher. Marijn smirked faintly, what an heroic act, saving a woman while on the brink of collapsing. He glanced at another report, this one made by Private Irene Silversong, and he decided to skip right to the part with the explosion.
The dwarf wanted to bring some of his friends for an digging outside the wall, but before I could awnser them I could feel a painfull heat, scorching my back. Then I got blasted forward and the last thing I remember is hitting my head against something.
Marijn frowned slightly, poor Irene... She had done nothing to deserve this, but well... It was all part of being a guard, it wasn’t the first time someone tried to blow up the command center. He went trough the files and found a official report of the wounded. Six dead people... Privates, Sivodar, Mattings, Divors and Lanner. Two non stormwind officials, Master dwarf Brogh Berindar, of the three hammers. And a woman who is yet to be indentified, she was there becouse her friend was robbed. Marijn sighed and put all the files back together. Six dead... Becouse of some moronic asshole... He coudn’t talk for the two non regimentals but the four of the regiment were newly recruited, never hurted a fly. It was a damn shame... In the distance he could hear the bells, signing the time of the day. Marijn counted the bells, one, two, three, four, five... That was it, five bells, he had to go meat Irene, in the note he gave her he had said to meet him at the Command Center at five bells. He stood up and shoved the files back together.
“What did you want to see me for, sir?” Marijn gestured at the carpet on the floor. “I’m sorry?” Irene questioned. Marijn pointed at the carpet again before scrabeling something down on his noteblock and showing it to Irene. The note said, ‘take of you’re shirt, and lie down.’ She perked an eyebrow. What a stange question to ask, she didn’t want to, but she knew the man well enough to know it wasn’t anything sexual. No, that man had the slighest bit of interest in anyone besides his wife, no matter how much you tempted him. She shrugged slightly before pulling her shirt of and lying down. Marijn scrabled something down and showed it again. The note said ‘with you’re back up.’ She turned over so she faced her back towards the roof. Her back, displayed the awfull looking burn wound. She wondered what the man was planning with her. Marijn pulled of his gloves and sat down next to Irene. He pulled of his helmet and smiled gently. This somehow made Irene feel, quite abit uncomfortable. While she knew the man wasn’t sexualy interested in her, this just seemed odd... She coudn’t quite describe it. Marijn placed his hand gently on the wound, and the soft touch send shivvers down her back. Marijn sighed deeply before closing his eyes. He stayed like that for a moment untill he opened them again, his eyes shining faintly with light. Around his hands a bright glow started to apear. Irene could honoustly say, the wound had been hurting her all this time since the explosion, it itched and hurt. Yet, now... The pain seemed to reside... Instead she could feel a warm and delightfull feeling on her back. She glanced upwards at Marijn, his face seemed concentrated, yet on his lips a wider then normal smile. It always seemed like Marijn enjoyed helping others in need, especially people from the regiment. Yet, he would never show any of that. She felt for him, if only she had the chance to help him for once, he had saved her from certain death after being left by two murderous worgens, and now he even helped her with a burnwound. The man, even if he didn’t mean to always gave her such a useless feeling, like all she did was holding him back. She felt the warm feeling fade as Marijn closed his eyes. The light that covered his hands, slowly faded away into nothingness. He opened his eyes and studied his work. With a smile he stood up and grabbed two small mirrors. She also stood up, not sure if it had worked. Marijn held one of the mirrors infront of her and one at her back so she could easily look at the result. Where once was a large burn wound, now only rested a soft red rash.
Irene smiled faintly “Thank you Ma-... Silverstorm.” As Marijn scribbled something down she quickly thaught her near mistake over. They were never to adress each other by the first name. Unless someone asked for the full name. It was a policy in the regiment. Marijn displayed the note at her and smiled. ‘No problem, Irene.’ She glanced at the man and smiled. Marijn turned around and walked away, leaving her behind. She slowly picked up her shirt and started to pull it on. She touched the soft feeling skin where the burnwound was just a few minutes ago and smiled. She still felt sorry for him thou. He went trough all the trouble of helping her, when he himself coudn’t even talk after being assaulted and left for dead. She sighed softly again, it sucks being a guard...