The Basin : Frenzyheart Hill

It was late evening, moon showing bright in the sky, showing that it to be midnight. A tall and muscular figure sat quietly on a stone. A mess of bodies strewn about him as he pulled a small cloth outta his pouch. He sighed and leaned down low, flexibility apparent as he wiped the blades off on the hairy bodies of the "puppy men." He looked over each Wolvar he'd slain quietly. He'd seen the other settlement, various adventurers having slain them for gold from the "big tongue" oracles. Sylvos however was here at the main grounds of these proud people. He was was slaying them at their home grove.

He began to wipe the blades down with the oiled cloth, not wanting his daggers to grow brittle, not wishing them to grow stained with rust. They were perfect, they were an extension of his being, and every etch that glowed, every curve that shown with that gleaming sharpness, had to be perfectly honed.

He sheathed both of his knives and sighed, taking a deep breath of the blood filled air, wind picking up the stench of death and sweeping it toward the main portion of the camp. He chuckled and waited quietly. After moments of anticipation, Sylvos wasn't disappointed as he heard rustling and sniffing close by...well, not close enough. He jumped from the rock and let his rogue speed (sprint) carry him toward Rainspeaker Canopy..

War was a fun way to end the evening, watching two lesser races end one another. He was sure somehow it'd be broken up. No doubts someone would spoil his fun as he sat in the treetops, jumping from large branch to large branch. He sighed in the futility of it all and run through the camp quickly, quietly. A few big tongue bodies stirred but none woke to him. He jumped over the edge into River's heart after rounding off and waited for the noise of small battle to pick up, he waited to hear them start killing one another.

He waited..

Time rushed by. He heard the alarm of the Oracles go off, he heard the noises as lightning and thunder exploded, the guttural sounds as big tongues were hacked down by the furry bodied people. Sneak sat atop his perch quietly, looking down on the spectacle. He grinned when he smelt singed fur and saw a burned and limping Wolvar moving toward a set of children.

Killer frowned at this sight, tilting his head. "Now now.." he said ominously, reaching to his hip and pulling a few stars out. He launched one, then another. Both finding a spot on the back of the wolvar's head. The creature fell over with a loud and horrified shriek, short lived as it was. The children of the oracles bounced away quickly. Quick little creatures that they were. He turned his gaze onto a group of wolvar surrounding two oracles. He watched curiously. "Oh, how will you make it out of this?" He cradled an arm over the knee against his chest, his chin draped over it softly for balance. "Should be fun" He let out a soft chuckle and watched. Moments later the oracles erupted with thunderous resolve, literally. A score of Wolvar were gone, dead, blown away by the spectacle. The two oracle layed there quietly, not moving, not breathing. They'd sacrificed themselves to take out this group. Was this the destructive power they could wield? Oh well, it had been fun to watch!

The whole spectacle had been amusing, eventually the fighting subsiding when both leader called an end to it, not sure why they had begun the fight. Blood and charred flesh hanging heavy in the air. They'd lost Sylvos' scent in the whole thing. He waited for both groups to part then jumped from his perch, concealed by shadow. He began to creep away. The only thing that bothered him was how honorless the Wolvar were. Attacking children? Sad, truly. Sylvos didn't like such things, children and harmless women were off limits, always.

He ran toward the rivers heart and found the flight master. "I'd like a plane to Dalaran." He cooed softly. The dwarf nodded sleepily and programed it into the plane. "Here's your gold." The rogue said, dropping the coin into the small hand. "Good evening." and he nimbly jumped into the drivers seat, relaxing a tad. If he'd been followed, it was too late now. The plane took off and so had he. Closing his eyes for the brief respite he found right now, the wind whipping his hair about. "Stupid creatures.." he cooed once more, his breathing settling a bit. It wasn't a long flight, but it'd afford him enough rest until he could get where he needed to.

The gradual rumble of the ride as the engine sputtered, intended destination in sight and rapidly getting larger. A yellow eye snapped open as he looked upon the area. He saw the usual crowd of horde and alliance crowding around the blood elf flight master. Perhaps one day he'd meet some of these people, hopefully while they slept.

The flying machine dipped and began it's decent. He waited quietly, usually there weren't any issues with such devices, but he knew better at times to trust gnomish devices! They were as safe as goblin fireworks. He shifted in his seat, new position taken as he readied his departure. The machine skidded to a halt on the platform and he launched himself off the seat, a gentle hop and he stood on the wing tip, then one more nimble bounce as he landed lightly on the ground. He looked around, eyes shifting away uncomfortably from him suddenly when his gaze fell upon them.

"Ah! Master Slyvos! Welcome!" a feeble looking goblin smiled. "I take it the dog men and the big tongues met each other?"

"Aye, they did." Sylvos said softly, his voice was satin on the air when it came sliding from his lips. "Was a good show. It's too bad you couldn't be there to watch.." He grinned inwardly at his words. His voice was nothing but a calm visage though.

"Excellent!" the old goblin squeaked and began to rummage around in his pouch... Soon he produced a small bag of what sounded like coins and perhaps a few odds and ends. "And here it your reward!" He dropped the pouch into Sylvos' hand. "What will you do now?"

"I'm going on vacation." Sylvos cooed to the little one and began to walk away. "I'll find you when I need more work." He didn't bother to listen to a reply and began to move down the stairs, toward the alliance portals. He was going to have some sort of fun. He took a breath then stepped into the portal that held the image of Stormwind...

Sylvos stepped through, the tear in the fabric of time and space as it were grabbed at him, icy tendrils licked his purple skin. ((this is just my idea of how it might feel.)) He stepped through onto the hard surface of the tower. His boots clicked lightly as he moved across the floor. The ever penetrating gazes of the mages watched him. He just grinned at each one. "Aye, a rogue has stepped into your home.." He cooed softly, baring his teeth for a moment.

He followed the path, moving easily through the streets. He made his start in this place of them all. Darnassus was nothing to him, this place, the dark alleys, the shadows from the buildings. It had been perfect for him to hone his skills. He walked up the ramp way without much noise at all. looking unto the flight master. "Booty Bay.." was all he had the need to say. The gryphon trotted over to him and nuzzled his arm. A gloved hand stroked the beasts head lightly. "Your money.." He handed a few pieces of silver over and then climbed onto the creatures back. He then kicked into the beasts sides and it leapt from the edge of the area.

He grinned, the wind tugging at his hair, whipping the tendrils every which way. He just let out a brilliant laughter! The flying contraptions were never this fun, they stole some of the majesty from the experience...

A dark cloud was looming over Booty Bay. A dark cloud indeed was on it's way... a rogue who by all rights, was known as Killer.