Damp earth. Iron. Faint traces of gunpowder. Salt.
A mixture of smells entered her snout but overpowering all was the stench of unwashed bodies.
“What the hell happened?” she wondered, shaking her head to try to clear it.
The others were silent. They hadn’t much cared for the voyage they had taken.
Voyage? Oh yes. That was it. There was a ship. On the water this time, but helmed by the same mage.
She was an emissary. Not the mage. That was Jaina. The emissary was her. The Gilnean woma…worgen.
The groan she let out sounded more like a growl as the events came flooding back to her. Like a tidal wave.
The ship wasn’t permitted to dock so the mage, Jaina, had magicked the pair of them to the planks of the dock. Her dark fur rippled with the arcane energy that had swirled around them.
Why their leaders had asked her to be a part of the group that sailed to Kul Tiras was beyond her. More baffling was being asked by Jaina Proudmore to accompany her into the city.
“They’ll stare. I’ll frighten them. Have the Kul Tirans even seen a Worgen before?”
We all have fur and fangs if that’s what you’re worried about, Bear growled at her. You are a healer. You can stay calm under pressure…usually. She may need that strength.
Even though she could tell they were offended by her fears, Silent knew there was wisdom there.
It turns out she need not have worried. There were stares alright, but not at her.
All eyes were on Jaina. The city guard immediately took the two of them into custody and ushered them towards the keep.
Townsfolk grew hushed and moved aside at their approach, then hurriedly whispered to each other.
“The Daughter of the Sea?”
“Is that her?”
Traitor? Even though her ears were keener than the human mage, she must have known what they were saying. Silent could see her out the corner of her eye. While she still walked with purpose, her eyes were cast down for the moment, unwilling to meet their judgement.
Silentsong hadn’t had much interaction with the mage. She knew of her, but her past? After the Gilnean’s wall went up and the events at Icecrown? Well, that was her past. The worgen was not there to judge her. They, both of them, were there for the Alliance and the events happening in Azeroth.
The emotes of the mage seemed to chill the air around her as she appeared to set her resolve and steel herself for what was to come. She was staring stone faced straight ahead as they were marched into the square before the keep. The crowd grew silent as two women stepped out onto the landing at the top of the stone steps before them. As Jaina pleaded the Alliance’s case, requesting Kul Tiras to return to their side and aid them, Silent studied the women above them.
They both looked of High Station. One was the Lord Admiral Proudmore, the graying one she thought by the way she carried herself. It was similar to how the mage beside her presented herself. Strong, determined strides. Cool eyes that you could feel taking hte measure of you in a glance.
Bear bristled at the look, refusing to be made to feel small in the admiral’s presence. The Worgen took Bear’s nudge and returned the look before shifting her gaze to the other woman.
Younger perhaps, judging by the hair. Lines had begun to form at the corners of her narrowed eyes but her greasy black hair had yet to turn to gray. The worgen didn’t like the way she hovered near the Admiral’s shoulder. Even her voice had an oily quality to it as she insisted the Admiral enforce their laws.
The others agreed. That one was trouble.
“I accept your judgement, mother,” Jaina was saying.
“Do what you will,” the Admiral commanded over her shoulder as she retreated back into the keep.
There was disappointment in Jaina’s eyes, but she didn’t seem to be surprised.
The other woman though, there was a air of glee coming from her as she demanded the guards lead them away.
“It would be unwise to fight them,” Jaina whispered. “We cannot risk the Alliance’s mission due to a scuffle.”
Once they were out of sight of the square, their weapons were confiscated and they were separated. She lost sight of the mage as the two guards who had hold of her took her down a hallway.
Ah, there’s the fear and uncertainty, she thought as a man nervously approached her with a burlap sack in his hands.
“If it’s stupid enough to bite you, it’s just asking for it, now do it!” the guard on her right ordered.
The first blow came to her abdomen after the bag was pulled over her head. Doubled over, trying to get her breath back, the second blow came to the back of her head. Stars danced before her eyes on the inside of the bag. She staggered but tried to pull herself upright again.
“Cripes, what is this beast?” she heard before a few more blows came down upon her.
She lost count of how many hits she took between the clubbing to the head and a boot or two to the gut, but she had finally blacked out before they shipped her out.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” a new voice called, bringing her back to the present. “I was starting to wonder. You alright?”
Grumbling, she pushed herself up from the cold stone floor to her knees. The ache in her head made the world lurch sideways. Closing her eyes against the pain she quickly took note of all her injuries. Mostly bruises under her fur, she guessed. Nothing broken. Possible mild concussion. Easy.
Ghostly iridescent green leaves began to appear in her paw. They shone for a brief moment before swirling up and around her head in an imaginary breeze before fading away to nothingness.
The throbbing subsided as she opened her eyes.
A man was peering curiously at her from the cell on the other side of a hole in the wall between them. His hair and mustache reminded her of a tabby cat outside of Stormwind: Scruffy and Orange. He had a mischievous air about him but his eyes showed genuine concern.
“Yes, fine. Or I will be,” she replied finally getting to her fee. “Where the hell am I?”
“Tol Dagor,” he replied, jumping off the bench he was sitting on. “Not for long though. We’re getting you out of here. Names Flynn.”
He reached a hand out to her to help her through the gap in the wall.
“Silentsong. Most call me Silent.”
He didn’t flinch as her clawed paw grasped his outstretched hand. As she entered his cell, it was then she noticed she wasn’t wearing her gloves. A quick glance down told her that wasn’t the only thing missing.
Alarmed at the discovery that her clothes and armor were gone, Silent jumped back and bear took over to shield her embarrassment.
“Woah, easy there,” Flynn said in a calm voice. He didn’t seem scared that suddenly a bear had taken form in his cell. Surprised, but definitely not scared. Bear sat down to listen to him.
“Like I said, I’m here to get you out of here and back to Boralus. While these cells probably weren’t meant to keep in bears, it’s best not to chance it and save that strength, am I right? I have a plan, but I’m gonna need your help though.” He strolled over to the cell bars and turned to face her. “I’m gonna need you to hit me. Preferably not as a bear.” The bear returned the mischievous grin he gave her.
Can we trust him? Silent wondered.
I like him, cat quipped.
Trust or no, someone wants you out of here and it seems like he do the job. Whatever this Flynn has planned, it sounds a heck of a lot more fun than sitting in a cell. Go hit him.
Bear. Ever the motherly voice of reason when she wasn’t in a rage.
The bear shifted back into a Worgen as Silent crossed the cell.
“Let’s go,” she told him before clocking him in the jaw.
Flynn made a big show of calling for help at her attack. Once the guard was in the cell, he knocked him out and took his keys. He found her armor and weapons stashed away in a corner and once she had donned her gear, they got to work opening the other cells.
As the prison riot broke out, they began their prison break and journey back to Boralus.