[Semi-Closed SRP] Empire of Influence

[Nonfictionless]

Farah quickly took the box and walked a short distance to a table and shoved the few weapons laying on it off. The clanked to the floor as she set down the box and removed her backpack. The clinking of bottles could be heard loudly, as it seemed she carried almost an entire apothecary in that bag. "Quick answers? Fine by me." She pulled out a few simple tools and set to collecting small samples from a multitude of parts of Jarris' head and dropping them in different empty vials. She then grabbed a potion of a thick mud looking color and tipped a few drops into each of the vials. Only on the last one did anything happen, instead of the black smoke that produced from the first samples white smoke rose from that one. "Ah well that was obvious," She spoke aloud to no one in particular but then realized again that she was with others and continued in her head. I was already quite sure the living did this but now it is conclusion they did the beheading. After the plaguewolt was used no smart alchemist would stay around. Taking a bit of flesh and combining it with a deep red potion and setting it upon a small burner, while at the same time inspecting the area where she had retrieved the last hair and found two more that accompanied it. She rubbed them together gently in her hand feeling the texture and strength. Worgens it seems, but they wouldn't know how to work this poison. Unless.... She withdrew a magnifying glass from her pouch. Larger than normal several different magnifications could be seen on the single surface of the glass. Inspecting the fur closer, Unusually white fur, too white.... At this point however the concoction containing the flesh, and traces of the plaguewolt, started to steam and hiss, spewing purple sparks into the air. "Throm'bola," the orchish curseword left her mouth before she knew it. She turned off the burner and the concoction settled down and slowly blackened. Damn that mut. That Commander too. He assured me that Berard was dead along with the rest of that worthless pack. She was looking furious as she turned back to Noxvari. "It seems the Moonrage Clan still lives."

[ELYPOP]

"Worgen.", she mumbled, almost sighing, as she looked on towards the others. Although, slightly tilting her head, she continued. "But were they not eradicated by us? We slaughtered every last one of those filthy dogs. How could they have escaped?", she continued, in a questioning tone.