It’s Time, Part 2
Bjorke woke, having settled down after she was sure Sorowyn was asleep. It was nearly dawn, and she could hear people gathering. “Hero, come on.” She frowned at her dog. It wasn’t like him to sleep past her. Kneeling, she put her hand on his back to roust him, and he lifted his head groggily. Looking up, she saw Sorowyn’s cot was empty. The druid must have hibernated Hero and left in the middle of the night. “Blast it!”
Sheathing her weapons, she raced out the door. Most of Sterling was assembled and waiting. She looked them over: Leiwyn, the strong Moonkin; Razorwyn, a tracker trained by one of the best in Azeroth; Lijana, one of the newer members, but strong and loyal; Arsonite, who had the Chrono-whatsit strapped to the back of his mechanostrider; and even Binni, who must have understood her message after all. They all knew the importance of this mission, and were ready. Feera hung at the back of the group, a look of shame and guilt on her face. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s Time, Part 1
Bjorke wrote out each message: We go into the Caverns to find Sorowyn, Avatarak, and Jivundus. Together, we will find the child, Atolli, and bring them back safely. Ready your gear, gather supplies for a 5-day trip. Be prepared to move at my signal. No other business is more important.
She addressed them to her Medlem, sealed each with her signet ring, and handed them to Truitt for delivery. “Make sure that young Draenei understands. I’m not sure how good her reading is.” Bjorke headed for bed, where images of Atolli and Issa lost and crying plagued her, her troops unable to find them.
As she finished her paperwork the next afternoon, the communications device crackled and popped with static. Looking up at the map, she saw a dot labeled “Sorowyn” in Tanaris. Bjorke tapped the comm.. “Soro? Is that you?” Her heart leapt at the thought of her friend safely back. Read the rest of this entry »
