Death Undone

[Cerna]

(Open thread)

Cerna Rose Bloodwing was a peculiar Draenei in her previous life. She was a hunter and made her living skinning animals and selling the leather. She also was a Tailor. She'd often collect cloth from humanoid enemies and make her own bags and satchels to carry her gear And loot in. But this was not to last forever. See, when Cerna died from illness, She was reborn by an unknown entity and for many years was forced to serve him. She as a result, took on a more stern and stubborn personality. Comes off sometimes as totally savage even. But perhaps a champion willing to take the time to truly bond with her will break through her shell and bring out the kindly personality she once had.

[Nosdyn]

(Just so we don't get in trouble may contain erotic content. You've been warned. Note: the events of this thread coincide with the events of our other thread.)

It had been years since Nosdyn Krotar had been in Stonevale.

He was there that time to take care of some loose ends. He never liked large cities they were always emitting too much noise for his personal tastes. The demon was short in stature and appeared much like an Orc might. However, he had blue skin and glowing amber coloured eyes. He was built incredibly well. He had no hair on his bald head, but he had a long beard that was gray at that point he had it braided as well.

He didn't stay in the city of Stonevale any longer. He preferred the wilderness and camping out there. He had set up his camp a good distance away from Stonevale itself with it's pre civil war buildings and radasanth architecture.

Nosdyn was finished talking with his Ai'bron monk contact there in Stonevale and his business was concluded. He was certain to pass the parcel along to the Ai'bron people of The Citadel.

Nosdyn wore full leather attire. He lived in the Tular Plains at that point in a settlement he and his people forged together through the fires of war. Tular Plains was not a place for the weak willed. He walked forward quietly, he was never fast and thus walked slowly. His eyes were narrowed and the grim warrior was there to pass the time. He missed his people back home. But the business in Stonevale was far too important. With that task concluded, he began walking towards his camp.

It was located on the southern area of the wild land around Stonevale...

[Cerna]

Cerna noticed the ancient and although she was curious, she was also quite wary. She approached with caution and kept her hand on the hilt of her greatsword "You! Who are you?" She said sternly and harshly to state right off the bat that she doesn't play around. Especially with strangers She had never met beforehand. She sizes up the ancient appropriately, studying for weaknesses in case he was an enemy. She had a difficult time trusting anybody

[Nosdyn]

He heard the mysterious call out to him. His eyes narrowed for a moment but he was not hostile. He looked at her from beneath his hood. His glowing eyes staring at her from the shadows. He nodded. Noticing the girl was aggravated by something.

He spoke in a thick Tular Plains accent. The wizened old demon looked at her the entire time. "To you lady, I'm just a passersby as the locals like to say." He said calmly. "I don't like cities too much noise you see?" He said rubbing his thick beard gently.

"Had some business to conclude. I have not been out here in years." He noticed her sword. He grinned. "Are you with the local guard folks?" He asked. "I can get you an introduction with them if you are not." He said calmly to her. "I have a camp out here if you don't have a place to stay." It was the truth, he wasn't there to start trouble in his older age...

[Cerna]

"I am not with anybody." She said sternly. She's clearly having trust issues with people. Must've been through a traumatic experience. There seemed to be no other camps in the immediate wilderness. Though She clearly did not reside in the city. She may have at one time been a kind soul, but something seems to have changed within her. Perhaps She simply doesn't know how to cope with her new existence

[Nosdyn]

The blue skinned demon was not deterred. He didn't seen put off by her stern and serious nature. He nodded at her response. "Fair enough." The old soldier said calmly. He looked at her calmly. "Well you are welcome to follow me this way." He told her carefully in the direction of his small camp.

His camp was located on the southern ridge of Stonevale region proper.

He looked up glad that it was night. He started to walk forward motioning for the mysterious woman to follow him. She likely needed shelter. He was making a lot of assumptions, but he didn't mind. He could use the company anyway.

He was somewhat cold a breeze came in from the north from Salvar carrying with it the chill promise of winter's bite.

He offered her a spare cloak. "Here it looks like it will get chillier tonight." He handed her the cloak. "Consider that a gift." He said slyly. Handing her the warm bundle.

[Cerna]

She raises a brow and nods taking the cloak and wrapping it around herself. She still didn't fully trust this man, but it had to be better then sleeping in the open. She followed him to the campground slightly shivering as winter's bite took a nip on her

[Nosdyn]

He took point and walked with her to the camp he had set up. He used to stay in that region many years prior when he stayed at Stonevale so long ago. He felt the cold coming in much more fiercely at that point. Winter was rapidly coming. He knew from his personal journeys that Salvar was always cold.

He never liked the cold much either, his people came from Haidia which was a very hot place.

He carefully guided her to the camp. He had dinner awaiting the two of them. He didn't plan for any of it, he just knew his appetite that was all. He stretched once they arrived. There was a fancy tent present that had a stylized "K" symbol which was the glyph of his family clan.

He sits down and offers her a hot mug with chocolate of all things.

He was a demon of many peculiar tastes...

[Cerna]

Cerna took the mug with gratitude. She still didn't trust him fully yet, but She at least acknowledged that he isn't a threat to her. Besides, as previously stated, anything was better then the open wilderness in a cold place. She took a sip of the chocolate to warm up and looked out to the horizon with wary eyes. The years of undeath had not been kind to her add they've hardened her heart. Perhaps She could benefit from traveling with this stranger

[Nosdyn]

Nosdyn drinks hot chocolate with her.

He considers where to go and what to do next. The campfire was quite warm and toasty. Owls and other avians called out into the night. Cicadas and other insects were also making their sounds in the darkness. It was chilly that night.

He never really liked the cold. He was from a hot place...

He listened to the sound of her drinking the chocolate and her breathing. She appeared much different than most sentient people of Althanas. He had to wonder if she was also a demon of some sort...maybe an older variant. I should not pry on such matters. He considered as he drank his chocolate. He looked at her calmly. "Are you hungry my friend?" He asked of the mysterious girl...