... I was about to see how pro writers everyone else are before posting this but since no one seems to be posting I'll do it then. I'm not a writer and if this is terrible just say so. xD
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Silka walked by herself along the shady streets of Undercity.
"It's been a while", she thought while glancing around and noting that the city hasn't changed at all during the time she had been away.
The same couldn't be said about herself, though. At the last time she had left the city, she had been newly turned and almost completely clueless. Thinking afterwards, such a stunt had been extremely stupid. But she was still 'alive'. And back here.
Her bag was full of gold she had gotten for reward from here and there. Its' amount was already making her walking somewhat unstable. She decided to stop at the bank first, located in the middle of the city and leave most of her burden there.
After the banker, William Montaque had given her much lighter bag back to her, Silka had nodded politely as thanks at him and already turned to leave, she quietly snorted to herself. She had come from a poor family. Even one single gold coin had been a lot of money for them. Now she had more of those before so precious coins she was able to spent. ...or probably would be ever able to spent.
Wherever Silka had went after leaving Tirisfal Glades for the first time, there had been war raging everywhere. There had always been someone in need of help and who was ready to pay for work. It had suited her purposes better than well. She had been ready to travel to the ends of the world and such a long journey required lots of gold.
"Where the fel has that idiot gone..?" she quietly muttered to herself while making her way through the war quarter and towards the apotecharium.
Silka had turned most of the Eastern Kingdoms, Outland and Northrend upside down while searching for him, without finding even the smallest clue. Lately the hopelessness inside her had started to grow nearly unbearable, but still she stubbornly suppressed it while forcing herself to go on.
"He's alive until proven otherwise", she thought.
"And I'll find him."Silka quickly became more aware of her surroundings while passing a long row of training dummies. She stopped and stared at them grimly.
'Apparently you're not just any priest', they had said. 'You're proving to be quite skilled', they had said. 'You've got talent', they had said.
Silka knew pretty damn well it wasn't because of talent. It was because of obsession. Suddenly she felt a terrible rage flaring up inside her. She hissed one spell right after another and tossed fiercely night black shadows and purple fog-like swirls towards the dummies.
Previously she hadn't been able to break even one dummy. Now all of them were blown to pieces or melted into a black, smoking stump in a single hit.
"Until proven otherwise", she muttered quietly while still manicly staring at the havoc in front of her.
Silka flinched when suddenly heard footsteps and some metal armor rattling nearby. She quickly sneaked to the apotecharium, away from the sound, carefully glancing back for a couple of times, making sure no one was following her. The least she wanted to do right now was cleaning up the mess, despite of it being made by her.
She bought a pile of scrolls, a couple of bottles of ink and a new quill, the things she had come here for and returned to the city center. While Silka was about to head back out, she couldn't ignore a huge notice board near the entrance.
"All able-bodied members of the Horde are hereby ordered to report to Emissary Windsong at Nighthaven in Moonglade.
Our brothers in the Cenarion Circle report that Deathwing's minions have launched a destructive offensive against the world tree and threaten to burn it to the ground!
Speak with Cenarion Emissary Blackhoof to gain entry into Moonglade. Blackhoof is located at the tauren district in the Valley of Wisdom in Orgrimmar.
Onward, sister! Destiny calls!"
Silka was scratching her chin absent-mindedly with her claw while finishing reading the notification.
"Orgrimmar...", she thought.
"That's in Kalimdor. I haven't searched from there yet."She was still standing there, thinking, when a couple of Kor'kron elites appeared from a doorway below her leading to the canals.
"You sure there was no one around?" another one asked, sounding sceptical. "I mean, this isn't a very inhabitated city. I'd understand you didn't see anything if this was a large city with lots of people, but this is... a half-empty crypt."
"When I say I saw no one, I mean it", the other one answered, sounding a bit offended. "There was just a fel of a smoking mess."
"Forsaken don't sleep, but there's still not too many around at this hour", the first one stated. "I'll question the first walking corpse we meet. They must learn that amongst the Horde they're not allowed to do whatever they want and get away with it."
Silka froze to her spot, alarmedly glanced which door was closer and sprinted towards it. However, just before the corner she slowed down back to walk and, while trying to look respected and calm, marched past the couple of other Kor'krons guarding the door. After getting past the elevator and the final pair of guards above it, she mounted her warhorse she had left outside.
"Orgrimmar, eh?" she thought while grinning slyly, riding out from the ruins and towards the zeppelin towers near Brill.