Gelana of The Dead Rose

Stopping by the door the figure looked around quickly before entering the Lamb.

The gold in her hand was replaced by something stronger.

Watching the sinister figure carefully she took a sip from the jug.

His eyes were hidden, not a good sign in a place like this.

"You wanted to meet with me?"

"I want into the Dead Rose."

She paused while his hooded eyes looked her over.

"What do you have to offer us?"

Making him wait she took a deep pull from the jug.

"I take life as easily as I give it."

His eyes were just visible beneath his hood now.

"You will have cause to prove those words to me."

Taking a tabard out his bag the Leader of the Roses pushed into her hand.

"Welcome to your order."

With a final caution he was gone, leaving her alone with her jug and his words.

Finished with her jug she turned to leave and saw he was back, motionless near the open door.

"There is another to see tonight."

Without a word she took a seat opposite him as the young girl entered the Lamb.

His face still hidden he quizzed the young girl relentlessly.

The tabard changes hands and she is told to leave.

He follows shortly after, leaving the woman alone at the table.

Silently she steps out the door and bumps a hidden druid.

He spits on her shouting abuse, anger brings the shadows thick around the woman.

Later a figure walks down into the city, slowly getting lost to sight, a splash of blood all that is left behind her.

~Shadows swirl thick around the lone figure sitting in the Inn.~

The Kaldorei is dead, her body found in the forest holding its own head.

She should have been left to die where she lay bleeding in the grass outside Darnassus, but she was useful to me then.

If she had done what she was told and killed the Knight Kalaa she would be alive now, I would have kept her protected as agreed.

He must have realised she was trying to lure him to his death, why else would she have become interested in him, if not from a love spell?

~The cold eyes watch two Wardens enter the Inn.~

Another will be found for the job, perhaps I will choose one that is immune to love spells.

The human is providing a good challenge and a difficult target.

~The figure sits plotting alone in the Inn, watching the Wardens warm themselves near the flames.~

The colours of the tabard she holds in her hand start to bleed down into the water.

Gelana watches silently, the dark flames licking her body as she stands thigh deep in the lake.

Finally the tabard is white and empty, no longer bearing the crest of The Dead Rose.

With a sigh she stands looking deep into the tinted water she stands in.

So ends a short but very exciting chapter of her life, driftng away with the gentle breeze that swirles the lake.

Her low voice sounds husky as she begins to speak.

"May the Light guide me to keep what secrets are mine to keep, now until eternity."

Slowly she turns and walks towards a new future, and a new chapter in her long life.

*This history is now closed*

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Gelana.

Nice story, was a pleasure to have you