The Written Tapestry

-Time lapse-

The guild hall was rather empty this evening it seemed. Though the silence would soon be broken as arcane energy crackled and swirled inside the main hall. The unstable magic quickly becoming a cohesive element, taking on a sort of oval shape. As the particles of air surrounding it were sucked in, an image of flaming wreckage could be seen. Though that image was soon distorted as a tall, lanky body threw itself through the portal. The elf landed on his knees, his robes tattered and torn, his face a bit bloodied, and his hair completely amiss. As he stood up, he turned to face the portal. Taking both of his hands, he began making the motion of condensing the energy into a tiny speck. As the portal collapsed into his hands, the air surrounding him grew heavy...until it completely dissipated into his palm. With a heavy sigh, he attempted to dust off what was left of his robes and fix his hair. He looked around for anyone or anything that he may have completely terrified. He shrugged and began walking off to his quarters.

The guild hall was indeed rather empty, completely silent until the sudden onslaught brought on by the entrance of the man. Apparently going unnoticed, a fellow night elf watched as he dusted himself off from her seat behind a large oak desk. An unimpressed look wrinkled her features as she tipped a large tankard back to drink from it noisily. Adjusting her feet atop the desk, she shook her head, returning her gaze to the map unfolded across her lap. "You mages do have a flair for the dramatics, don't you? Never ceases to not amaze me." Clearing her throat, she took another small drink before setting the tankard aside and calling after him. "So have you bedded the little one yet, or do you plan on leaving our pussy cat out in the rain?"

Convictus stopped dead in his tracks as he hears a clearly elven voice speaking to him. For a split second, he thought it may have been Raina...though it soon was proven wrong. He was indeed hoping to hear her voice soon, having been away in Pandaria for so long. He missed her terribly. He turned to gaze upon a night elf woman he didn't recognize. Though she certainly didn't seem too interested in seeing him, he still decided to do the polite thing and introduce himself. He walked up to her desk, trying to act as regal as possible. Bowing his head, he began to speak. "Forgive me, miss. If I had known the hall was occupied, I would have chosen a more remote area to teleport to. Things we're just...a little hec-" He stopped as she spoke of Raina in that way, narrowing his eyebrows and gritting his teeth. "Excuse me?! Who the hell do you think you are?!"

Ethereala peered up over the edge of the map as the mage turned to gaze at her. As he approached the desk, she lifted her legs down from the desk and sat forward to look into his eyes, seeming at least somewhat more interested to find a fellow elf staring back at her. A hearty laugh ripped free of her chest, most unlike Raina's. Whereas the druid had a gentleness and care free air to her laughter, this woman's laugh sounded weighed down, as if her soul were carrying a heavy burden. Standing abruptly, she slapped her hands down on the desk top and leaned forward, her breasts all but fully exposed in the bindings that just held them in place. "You ask for forgiveness and then curse to my face? I do so enjoy a man with fire." Shuffling back, she turned and made her way around the desk, snatching her tankard as she walked. "I am the leader of this Guild. Your leader, as it were. I understand my Captain recruited you some time ago. You may call me by name, if you like. Though you'll have to give me good reason to share it with you." A brow perked mischievously as she came to sit at the front of the desk, the leather of her trousers squeaking in protest as her legs spread suggestively.

Convictus watched as the unknown elven woman leaned forward to speak to him, his eyes straining to remain locked on hers and not her breasts. He maintained his protective bravado even as she mocked him. "Guild leader? Funny that no one I've met has mentioned your name." He looked her up and down as she walked to the front of her desk. "I've no reason to give you other than mild curiosity. Considering your gold has been paying for the repair of my equipment for some time now. Not to mention supplies being sent out to me in Pandaria." He smirked slightly, crossing his arms. "Though something tells me you're the type who enjoys being on their back rather than being in a fight." He paced back and forth, stilling keeping his gaze on her. "My name is Convictus. And I don't care who you are...if you ever speak of Raina in that way again, I won't hesitate to shove an nether torrent down that throat of yours." Well...that may have just sealed his fate, but he had to protect his love.

Ethereala cocked her head to the side, sipping in silence at her drink as he spoke. "Funny no one mentioned how much shit you could stuff into a robe. Better to learn from experience though, am I right?" Another long drink was taken before she raised her tankard at mention of her gold paying for his equipment and supplies. "Mmm, I'm glad you brought that up." Her legs were closed in an instant, and she slid down from the desk to return to where she'd been before, though she didn't sit. The tankard was set aside again as she smoothed the map across the desk. About to speak, she paused, her brows knitting together. "Hmm...a man with loyalty in his heart? Admirable." Standing and stretching her arms over her head, her knuckles cracked one by one. "Show that loyalty to your Guild, and you'll get somewhere within our ranks, Convictus. And to answer your assumption, battle always comes first. Fucking is just a relaxing way to wind down. But, each to his own. Now!" Leaning back down over the map, she pointed. "I understand you've finally made your way into the Vale. Are the walls holding? How are the Golden Lotus holding on supplies?"

Convictus arched a brow as she became a super serious guild leader all of a sudden. He instinctively straightened up, even though not but a few seconds ago he was insulting her. He watched as she sprawled the map out and began asking him questions. He responded in time to each. "Yes. I've been working my way through most of the continent, trying to learn as much as I can. From what I gathered from others stationed there, the walls are still being fortified. Supplies however, are starting to fall. That's actually where I just came from." He pointed back to a slight burn mark on the floor where his portal once stood. "I was out scavenging for supplies when I was ambushed by the mogu. I took them out, but it left me nearly drained. I used what mana reserve I had left to teleport myself back here." He pointed down to himself. "Got a bit scraped up as well." He moved to lean over on the desk and look at the map as well, his eyes glancing upward to look at this still unknown guild leader of his.

Ethereala raised a hand to rub at her chin as she listened to his report, a deep inhale taken before she nodded. "Good, very good. I'm glad you're making progress. And so quickly. We could use more like you." Straightened, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared down at the map. "So long as they are continuing their fortifications, I'm not terribly worried. It's when they slow their work or stop entirely that they'll have a real problem." Finally, her gaze rose to him. "I'd normally disagree with leaving the battle field without being certain that it was fully cleared. But you seem like too much of an asset to lose. If you intend to return soon, I'd like you to take some of our supplies to them. Do you know what they're low on specifically? Food? Weaponry? Medicines? I'll get everyone to work on it immediately. And you, are you in need of attention? I'll not have you getting an infection and being out of the field for weeks at a time."

Convictus answered her quickly after she requested more information from his report. "They're running low on rations and weaponry. The Mogu are a hardy race, and whatever weapons they have been given eventually splinter and break apart. Food of course is low due to the sheer amount of men and women in need. It's a large battlefield, we're lucky we've held out this long." He quirked an eyebrow at her, falling back to her telling him he is an asset to her guild. A small smile appeared on his face as she showed her concern. "I won't lie, I was in a bad way as I jumped through that portal. I was lucky enough that it didn't close on me halfway through, else I'd be stuck in netherspace right now." He turned to find a free seat, letting out an audible groan and wincing. "By Elune...okay...maybe these injuries are a bit worse than I had originally expected..."

Ethereala ripped open a drawer rather gracelessly and produced a quill, inkpot and parchment from it. As he spoke, she scrawled and nodded, gesturing for him to continue as he listed what was needed. "We'll send all we have then. I'll simply have to work overtime and force my peers to as well to ensure we have what we need afterwards. We're not the ones in dire need of these things as it is. The walls of Stormwind aren't exactly being rammed in at the moment." Rolling the parchment up, she tied it with a tattered piece of twine and let out an ear piercing whistle. A moment later, a bird flew through the open archway and into the room, hefting the scroll from her hand and flying back out. "Well then, I hope you're not squeamish. I'm no healer." Another drawer was assaulted before she rounded the desk with thick bandages, a needle, and thread in hand.

If the mage didn't already long for Raina's touch before, he certainly felt like it now after seeing that needle. His amber eyes glowing brightly and wide as she pulled out what may have been a first aid kit. "I uh...I can handle it, don't worry." His robes were essentially ruined, tattered and holding on by scrapes. Though it pained him, he simply ripped whatever was left away. His bare chest exposed, it looked to be a complete mess. A deep slicing wound across his chest, smaller lacerations around his abdomen, some burn wounds around his shoulders. As he examined himself, he realized just how serious his injuries were. Apparently adrenaline helped him forget at the time. "Oh hell..." He looked at his guild leader with concern.

Ethereala approached him and had just about started to kneel when the mage ripped away what was left of his robe. Staring at his wounds for a long moment, she gave a soft huff of aggravation. "Well that's beyond my ability. I can stitch, but...Elune, you're suicidal." Shaking her head, she tossed her supplies aside and turned away, raising a hand to call through the hall. "Neatherlynn! Get your ass out here! Noooooooooow!" The sound of something hitting the wall rather loudly echoed through the halls, where others were likely sleeping. A moment later, a tall dark draenei woman clad in her sleeping robes appeared with an entirely unamused look on her face. "Diiiis had betterrrr be imporrrtant, Etherrreala." The night elf rolled her eyes and gestured back to Convictus. "Heal him, for the love of Elune." A hand was raised and very nearly hit the guild leader right in the face as the draenei passed her by, moving to stand before the mage. "Idiiiiot. How diiid you let yourrrself get liiike diiis?"

Convictus looked up at the tall Draenei woman with a bit of intrique. His eyes moving up and down her frame as she stood before him. "I didn't "let" myself get like this. There were things trying to kill me...I defended myself as best I could and got away before they ACTUALLY killed me." He looked down at himself once more. "Besides, it's not that bad. I can probably sleep it offfAAAAGGH!" A sharp pain dug into him as he shifted his weight in the seat. "Ok, I admit, I was stupid to take on as many as I did...just...help me please." He looked up at the Draenei with desperation in his eyes.

Ethereala put a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing as the mage made his first mistake right in front of her eyes. Leaning back against the desk, she busied her mouth with inhaling ale from her tankard, doing her best to look away from the two. The draenei woman before him stomped softly at his words, the sound of her hoof smashing stone echoing again through the halls. "Siiilence your tongue, niiight elf. Before Iii riiip iiit from yourrr head and use iiit forrr a new garrrment." Her head shook as she leaned down, still towering over the seated male. A bright white stream of light shot aggressively from her palms and across his skin, several beams shooting and circling across his skin and into his wounds.

Convictus immediately shut his mouth tight as her hoof slammed against the stone floor. He nodded and simply tried to relax his body. As the tendrils of Light pierced his broken skin, he felt a searing white hot sensation. The wounds were starting to close rapidly. Soon the sensation would soften as the worst of his injuries dissappeared from his body. His eyes were locked onto the Draenei, though at times he caught a glance at his guild leader leaning against the desk. He hesitated to say thank you out loud, so he simply opted to remain silent as she finished off the healing.

Ethereala had all but faded away at the sound of Neatherlynn's hoof slamming against the floor. As for the Draenei, her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched his wounds stitch themselves closed with the aid of her magic. When finally he seemed able to live without falling over from taking a breath, she leaned back and stared down at him as if waiting for something. When no thanks were uttered, she glanced back at Ethereala. "...diiis one learrrns quiiickly." Glancing back at Convictus one last time before turning to head back to her room, she called over her shoulder. "Teach ourrr fearrrless leaderrr to siiiilence herrr mouth, would you? Beforrre Iiii brrreak iiit agaiiin."

The mage watched as the Draenei walked back to her room. He shot a glance between her and his guild leader, his eyes still wide from the entire ordeal. He smirked a bit; "Well she's terrifying, isn't she?" He inspected himself. "Though she does a terrific job." He stood up and walked towards the desk again, awaiting word from his fearless leader.

Ethereala watched alongside Convictus as the draenei disappeared into her quarters far down the hall. A shrug was given as she set aside her all but emptied tankard and returned to her seat at the other side of the desk. "A broken jaw is worth watching that ass move when she stomps off, if you ask me. And yes, she's a far superior healer. I'm hoping she'll be able to give your little druid some pointers in the future." Sighing softly, she kicked her feet back up onto the desk, perking a brow when she noticed him waiting for...something. "...expecting words of wisdom, mage?"

The elf shrugged. "You'll have to excuse me, I'm not exactly understanding when it comes to authority. I'm used to -being- the authority, being a professor and all." He paused and looked around before looking back at her. "Am I free to go? Or did you need anything else from me?" He crossed his arms as he awaited her response.

Ethereala chuckled, waving him off dismissively. "Don't think of me as authority until the time comes for me to lead us in battle, Convictus. I am simply your peer until I need to be more." The brow perked again at his question, a small smirk curling the edge of her lips. "I don't see you leaping at the opportunity to scratch my itch, mage. So unless that has changed, go and lay with your druid. I've got tankards needing emptying and scouting reports needing reading. Fare well and good night."