Tales of the Past - Quint dreams of a special someone

It was a beautiful morning.

Quintilius was sleeping. He very seldomly slept as he really had no need for it, but this morning Quintilius was sleeping as soundly as a child. Quintilius was dreaming. He was standing in a lavishly decorated room with rich velvet draperies and ornate furnitures, all in stark white or black colors, and golden bowls with exotic fruits. In the middle of the room was a huge majestic bed, its bedposts were intricately carved dragons that held up the white silken canopy above the bed. However, all of this was insignificant compared to the woman lying on the bed.

She was tall, lithe and shaped like a godess, she was clad in a white girdle crusted with jewels. A burnished mass of snow-white hair cascaded down her shoulders and accentuated the equal whiteness of her skin, which was delicately carved with cermonial patterns. Her blue frosty eyes, shaded by dark rich lashes, were deep with sensuous coldness. Her smirk revealed a hint of sharp fangs, something that both frightened and aroused him.

With the grace of a cat she slowly raised a hand and beckoned him over.
"Delauney.. " Her voice was icy cold yet it had a vibrant promise of rapture. Quintilius smiled at her, transfixed by the sight as he slowly climbed the bed. The womans smirk only grew as Quintilius moved over her and she draped a soft hand around his neck and whispered against his ear, letting her warm breath caress him; "Freshly baked bread, only two coppers.. "

Quintilius' mind lurched. In what seemed an enternity away something was poking him. In the allready fading dream Quintilius was hurtling away from the woman in the bed until she was but a small speck in the distance of white emptyness and the last thing he saw before waking up was the chiseled face of a laughing man that kept repeating in a disdainful voice "Oh, foolish Tyar.. "

Quintilius wanted to scream, but all that he managed was a pathetic groan.
"Stand back! Its alive!" What? Who was talking? A woman shrieked and pain blossomed up in his head. He remembered now, he had been drinking again. Where was he? He could hear voices, carts moving and street sellers. Must be Orgrimmar, he thought and opnened his eyes and blinked at the glaring sunlight.

"Form a circle around him!" A voice bruskly shouted. Quintilius tried to sit up, but pain shot up his back and kept him down and resigned himself to grunt in the direction of the voice; "Ah piss and fire mate.. Not so loud.. my head.. "

Quintilius Looked up and slowly his vision shifted into focus. He was looking straight into the face of a Stormwind Milita officer and all around him were more men clad in blue plate armor. In his perifery vision he picked up the architecture of the buildings around him. He was in Stormwind.

"Oh... snap.. "

Quintilius mind reeled. He had to be quick or he was doomed. He bit his teeth toghether and with surprising speed he rolled over to his feet and with a single bound he was free. Quintilius ran, he ran like he had never run before, not even when he had had Teeboppity on his heels, oh he ran.

behind him he heard the collective shout of surprise and rage and knew without looking back that he had a small army following him close behind. A couple of guards tried to block the main gates, but with the momentum of his speed he knocked them both away with a plated fist. He was nearly outside and he furiously fumbled for his hearthstone.
An arrow struck him square in the back and he nearly buckled over. Nearly there!, he thought desperately. He was now speeding over the bridge out of Stormwind city when a blast of magic chrased into him and throttled him out in the city motes and his heavy plate armor was now dragging him mercilessly to the bottom.

His fingers closed around his hearthstone and with a yelp of releif he activated its magic and moments later he found himself in a wet gasping pile on the Ashen Order guild hall floor. "Never again, " he thought. "Never again shall i touch that Darkmoon Faire stuff.. That shit messes you up."


(( Here is a picture of Quin sleeping off his hangover in Stormwind and dreaming of a certain someone))