Galvinoth and the rune stone.

[galvinoth]

((Right, just felt like writing up some stuff as an excuse for not being at the last ZG))

Feralas is really dark at this time of the year, reinforced by the fact that it is night.
The leaves were carried over the dark ground by the cold night-wind. A faint howl was heard from somewhere in the dark. A dark figure dashed over the ground. The figure of a huge, catlike creature, a small cloud of dust after its paws as it moved through the forest.
The creature slowed down, stopping on a hillside overlooking the tauren camp, Mojache. Galvinoth returned to his normal shape, pulling his hood down as he stood up, making sure it covered up his face. He looked over the camp for a minute or two, before dashing on in his own shape.
Not long from there, Galvinoth stopped up again, in a bushy area, once again assuming the shape of the huge, dark cat with the silver-colored back. He snug into the bushes, finding a spot with a good view of the fires nearby.
Galvinoth looked out at the fires from his bush. From here, it was obvious that it wasn’t just fires, left by travelers, but a camp, inhabited by cloaked and hooded figures. And something else…
“The legion…” Galvinoth mumbled.
He looked over his shoulder, a small rumbling in the bushes behind him. However, Galvinoth looked more awaiting than scared.
Soon, 5 or 6 other huge cats appeared behind him. Galvinoth turned around to face them, and assumed his elf form again. The other druids followed his example.
“Greetings, Captain Galvinoth” said the nearest one, bowing slightly. Galvinoth nodded at him.
“As you see, warlocks of the legion has appeared here in Feralas too, setting up camps, surely preparing assaults as so many other times the last couple of months, captain” the druid continued.
“Yes” Galvinoth simply replied, pulling his hood further down as he spoke, making sure his face was covered in shadows.
“What is the plan then, captain?” the druid said, looking at Galvinoth.
“Same as the other times… stop the assault as soon as possible, search the camps of anything of use, clues, anything to aid us in the future…”
“Yes, captain” the druid replied.
“Good luck…” Galvinoth said silently, as he rushed out of the bush and down at the camp, his brothers-in-arms in his heels.

Galvinoth waited at the top of a hill, as the druids under his command searched the camp for clues. One of them walked up to him.
“It wasn’t as bad this time, captain” the druid said, bowing as he reached Galvinoth.
“No, it wasn’t… And I’m glad… it was nothing compared to the assaults nearer to the portal… I guess they didn’t want to be found, a lot of potential power lies in Feralas, they were probably trying to assume control of it”
“Yes, I think so too, Captain” the druid said, looking out over the remains of the camp.
Another of the druids joined them on the hilltop, running all his way up there, his fist tightly closed around something.
“Ca-captain… Y-you should see this…” he said as he reached the hilltop.
“Thank you, Faldrian” Galvinoth said, as the druid handed him the item in his hand. Galvinoth turned around his hand and opened up his palm, the item resting in it, seen clearly in the moonlight:
It was a small stone, the size of a pebble, with a rune written upon it. The rune had a slightly red glow. Even though Galvinoth’s face was embraced in shadows due to the hood, fear was obviously to spot in his glowing eyes, the only part seen.
“That energy…”
“What is it, Captain?” Faldrian asked, as he looked up at Galvinoth.
“I’m not sure, Faldrian… but I’m sure you can feel the energy it’s letting out… it’s corrupted… I need to bring it to Moonglade right away. Faldrian, you’re in charge from now on. Search the area for more of them, and then report back to Moonglade”
“Yes C-Captain” Faldrian stuttered, shocked by this piece of information. “Erm… captain..?” he continued, looking at Galvinoth hesitantly.
“Yes, Faldrian?” Galvinoth, already about to leave, looked at Faldrian over his shoulder at the question.
“All these assaults and whatnot the past months… is the portal really going to open for real soon?”
A shivering silence fell over the already cold Feralas.
“Yes, Faldrian, I’m afraid it is” Galvinoth said, as he turned his head again, walking away, speeding up, turning into a cat and disappearing into the shadows.

[galvinoth]

Galvinoth was standing at the top of the waterfall flowing from Nighthaven down Lake Elune’ara, looking out over the water. The last couple of days had only been spent here, since he delivered the rune stone about a week ago. It had felt… different… since. Nighthaven was not the same tranquil paradise it used to be. A chilling darkness had fallen over the sanctuary of the druids, and cold winds were blowing. Could this have anything to do with the stone, Galvinoth wondered. The stone was corrupted, no doubt about it. But corrupted with a power like this? He doubted it. Galvinoth pulled his robe over his head. His boots, gloves, bracers and shoulder pads were all lying beside him. He stood in nothing but pants, looking out over the water. The cold wind made his long white hair blow in the wind, swirling around the antlers sprouting from the sides of his head; he closed his eyes and spread out his arms, as if embracing the cold wind. He could still feel the tranquillity of the place, even though he knew something was wrong. A quiet noise behind him almost made him turn around, but he stopped in the last second. He felt a friendly spirit.
“Captain Galvinoth..?” the voice of a female was heard behind him.
Galvinoth responded by turning into the dark, silver-backed cat that he ever so often assumed the shape of. He slipped into his robe lying next to him, and then turned back into an elf, now wearing his robe. Then he turned around to face the person behind him.
It was a druid female with long blue hair.
“Yes?” Galvinoth said.
“I have a letter for you, captain. It was delivered not long ago. Apparently, the Talon of Arathor has dealt with the blood god.”
“Oh?” Galvinoth took the letter. The elf bowed and left.
He opened the letter, unfolded in and started to read. Even though nothing could be seen from the dark shadows covering his face save his eyes, it was still easy to spot a good mood growing within the old elf.
“Incredible, that soon… Maybe he’ll stay dead this time.”
Galvinoth folded the letter together and slipped it into a small leather bag hanging from his belt. He got his armour back on, and once again shifted into the dark cat. He started to dash towards the gryphon going to Darnassus.
“I should ask Trischa how it went more exactly…”

((Right, I felt like writing some more guys, and this is my IC grats on the Hakkar pwn. Oh… and @!%& you guys for killing him without me being there!))

[galvinoth]

The sun was shining on the strands of Tanaris. The warm golden sand flashed in the sunlight, and the ocean was a perfect light-blue. The waves slowly flushed again the eastern coast of Tanaris. The Palms were casting shadows over the turtles crawling in the edge of the water.
Not all were an oasis of peace, though.
Longer down the beach, several of dead turtles were lying around, cut down. An armored night elf wielding two swords was slaying another turtle longer down the beach. He looked up at his companion as another turtle fail, the companion also being an elf, this one in a robe and a white cloak and hood. The white-haired elf asked his companion: “Galv, why are we slaying these again?”
The cloaked figure looked up and smiled at his friend: “It’s actually to save them, Tenarion. Some of them are carrying a disease. I’m afraid it’s something that has to be done not to kill them all.”
“If you say so.”
Another turtle fell. No more of the sick turtles seemed to be around to endanger their kind. The two elves started heading back towards Gadgetzan. As they reached the town, they moved to the west wall of it, and sat on top of it, looking out over the desert.
Tenarion pulled out a bottle and took a big sip of it.
“Why are you drinking at this time of day?” Galvinoth said with a frown.
“Because the taste is good!” Tenarion grinned. Galvinoth Sighed.
“Right, let’s move on.”
The two friends got off their feet, and went to get their mounts, two well-built night sabers. They mounted up and rode off.
“Tenarion, I wondered… are you single?”
“Ehm… yeah, why?”
“Well, I was wondering… How would you feel about going on a date with my sister?”
As Tenarion was about to answer, everything blurred out. The big cat-Galvinoth awoke from his nap next to Lake Elune’Ara and mumbled.
“Meh, it was a lot easier back then…”
Then he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.