[rp] What's ya poison?

Vypra sat in the Scryers inn, dabbing ointment on her reddened, swollen hands.
She grimaced as she fought the urge to start scratching them again then sighed bitterly. “Dat poor kid” she murmured “nobody deserve ta go like dat.”

The troll shook her head…and it had looked like it would be a quiet night at the Keel.

*

With the fire festival in full swing she’d not expected many people to stop by.
A handful of her regulars turned up and there were a few new faces, but otherwise it looked to be a fairly relaxed evening.
The young troll girl was one of the first-timers, she was nervous and excited…it had made Vypra smile.

By the time Nenya and her other regulars had turned up the whelp…Yma she’d said her name was, had seemed to relax a bit.

*

Vypra closed her eyes; her head bowed…if only she’d given the girl a mug of Darkmoon…but she’d thought it would be too strong and recommended the Junglevine wine.

*

The shaman had passed the girl her drink and gone back to dancing with Deyy, Nen and Anyia when Yma started coughing. Everybody assumed she just wasn’t used to the taste…but it soon seemed that she was having some kind of allergic reaction.

Vypra's medical training kicked in and she started to try and keep Yma breathing, to no avail. Deyy joined her at the girl’s side, taking over the chest compressions and a druid in the group began desperately channelling healing energies.

*

Clumsily wrapping bandages round her hands, Vypra bit her lip. If only they’d realised it was poison in time! Luckily, she’d guessed as Deyy had begun breathing air into Yma’s tortured lungs.

*

The cleansing totem had saved the paladin’s life, yet even in her weakened state, she wouldn’t give up. Again and again Deyy cast healing energies at the poor girl’s lifeless body.

Vypra had begged her to stop before she drained herself completely, but the elf wouldn’t accept the inevitable.
Even if they could have pulled Yma’s spirit back to her body, it was too late…the poison would still be in her system, too strong to be cleansed.

Eventually, her strength spent, Deyy had collapsed. Luckily there was another elf, a scarred priest, who was able to take care of her while Vypra and the tauren, Dardaliek, searched for the bottle Yma had drunk from.
Using the cleansing ritual once more, the shaman was able to identify one more bottle amongst those in her stock that seemed to glow in the totem’s light.

*

Thinking back, the troll remembered how much her hands had been itching ever since she’d handled that bottle but, well, at the time, she’d been too concerned with Yma to realise its significance.

*

Chowlawu returned to the Inn to let them know he had a good idea who had slipped the poisoned bottles among the stock. He and several others had chased a tauren from the Keel, and pursued him for quite a way until the fellow was helped to escape by none other than Tivak, the same forsaken that had been causing trouble for Chow for a few weeks.

Vypra had had time to examine the bottle carefully. The itching had been driving her mad so she’d washed her hands and pulled on some gloves before noting the labels on the two poisoned bottles looked like the were starting to peel off.
While the druid tried to find some way of identifying the poison, she pulled back the paper to reveal the words “regards Tivak” on the reverse.


*

The shaman growled to herself “Damn forsaken be laughin’ at us!”
It still didn’t make sense to her. Why poison two random bottles of wine? It seemed like an act of indiscriminate cruelty.
“Well” she mused “I’ll be askin’ he dat, next time I run inta he”

She winced as her hands throbbed again and remembered that Yma’s friends said she had no family. Pushing aside her own pain she set out into the city. She had a memorial to plan.

Deep in Terrokar forest a Mage is at work.

Standing over the body of a dead dreadfang spider Tivak considers his next move, nodding he removes his knife. Reach down he wraps his hand around the bottom of spiders fang, being careful not to touch any of the green sticky fluid. With a sickening crunching sound he pulls the fang down and twists it. With a sickening crunch it breaks free.

A small pool of the green liquid starts to fill in cavity of where the fang was. He tosses the fang aside as places his boot on the bloated creatures thorax, putting pressure on his boot he watches as the green liquid runs down its face, dripping onto the floor. Leaning closer Tivak runs the tip of his knife to where he assumes this ones venom sac lies. Finding the furrow he was looking for he puts pressure on the knife. A sickening sound emerges as the knife plunges into the creatures body. With suprising strength for a body that appears so frail Tivak Jerks the knife to the side. So much is the force that the knife runs free of the body and the blood splatters on a nearby tree.

About to repeats the process the other way a small movement and lack of sound awakes his instincts. Peering into the gloom he sees nothing. A slight movement catches his eye. Tivak closes his eyes for a second and recalls the spell he needs. As careful as he can he slowly spreads his feet, Bracing his body for the impact. Clearing his mind Tivak taps into his power, it answers. He feels his filling with the power of the frozen north, clearing his mind Tivak braces harder.

As fast as he can he unleashes it straight up. The power flowing through his body, tingling all his senses. Feeling the release the spell has fired. He blinks. Spinning around on the spot he watches as the spider falling from its web lands on its face. Drawing on more of the power Tivak channels more of the power, feeling the spell at its zenith he fires the frostbolt. The creature had just found its feet when the frostbolt hit it. The cold power making its movements awkward and slow. Scittering and shrieking the creature scuttles onwards to Tivak. Tivak begins casting another spell as the creature keeps coming closer to him a second frostbolt hits the spider.

The spider screams its rage and frustration as the third frostbolt hits it. The spider finnaly is near enough to strike. It rears up on its back set of legs ready to dig its fangs into Tivaks soft flesh. The creature feels a lurch and stops, its strength dropping quickly its back legs buckle. Unable to stop itself it collapses..its 8 eyes are out of focus. It looks up at its conqueror just as it sees a flash of blue.


Bah! Stupid bloody things.

Moving back to the first corpse Tivak wrenches his Knife around, His hand reachs down into the wound, a look of concentration on Tivaks face. Finnally he stops and gently pulls at something. He brings the knife down and severs something. Coming up with a pink squishy thing he looks satisfied. He places the organ on a treestump and rummages around in his pack. Finnaly he comes up with a Jar with a strange light green liquid inside it. Many more of the organs appear to be floating in it. Reaching for the organ Tivak adds another. With a sigh he looks over his shoulder at the other body. Cleaning his knife on some nearby foliage he walks over to it.

The forsaken couldn't help but giggle to herself as she thought back to last night's meeting with Tivak. He had been so pleased and happy with the poison she put together for him. And surprised, it seemed that he hadn't really expected it to work.

"Of course my poisons work! What does he take me for? But he'll learn, with time..." she muttered to herself as she checks on a small cauldron in which a strong smelling liquid is bubbling.

But this little alliance seemed to be going just as planned. The other forsaken was crude in his methods, his goals simple. But working for him, she would be able to get things that would've been out of reach otherwise. Like that lab in Scholomance he had mentioned, the research on the plague that had been going on there. A visit there would be most welcome, and with him taking care of keeping her safe it should be easy.

All she had to do was to continue to please him by giving him what he wanted. Death was easy. There were so many different ways to kill a living body, swiftly and silently or painfully and slowly. Either way was just fine. But it wasn't death she was interested in. It could be amusing, but there was higher goals to pursuit. All in good time, primary focus now was to make herself useful and keep Tivak happy.