[SRP] In The Face of Death Itself

[Telcular]

He took a deep breath, he was geting sick of all the traveling and walking.
Next time..i'll just fly...

[The Madgod]

"Acnoctus Violetbranch, sir."

The official nodded. "Right then. Proceed onto the ship. We're leaving soon."

Archilios nodded, and boarded the ship, with the rest of the recruits.

[Ellié]

Twilight had taken hold of the sky over the Isle of Quel'Danas.
Startled, Ellié awoke, her eyes wide open and her body in a cold sweat.
She felt nauseated, and though that at any moment she could hurl.
In a fit, she tossed the blankets off her body.

Ellié knew these symptoms.
They had plagued her before, not long ago.
She rested her back on the headboard of her bed and prayed it not be so.
As her mind raced and her body ached, she eventually came to the conclusion that a breath of fresh air would help.
Careful not to disturb anyone in the adjacent rooms, she cracked her door open and slipped into the hall.

Sleepily, Sora, who had heard the subtle sounds of her door, peered out of his room.
"Elliéssa?" he called softly.

She was surprised by his voice and nearly tripped over her own feet.
She turned and looked and him blankly.
"Sora," she said in a whisper.
"Hi."

"What are you doing awake?" he said, also in whisper.

"I couldn't sleep," she shrugged.
"I'm just going to... get some fresh air."

"Let me accompany you," Sora insisted.

"No!" she answered abruptly.
"I mean... no, you should really get back to sleep."

"Nonsense. I insist."
He stepped out of his room and gently closed the door behind him.

Ellié sighed.
She was in no mood to fight him over it.
"Fine."

---

Leyythera boarded the ship as well, hiding a nasty scowl directed at the captain of the ship.
'Not even a month ago, he would have been bowing to me.'
Begrudgingly, she took a seat among the rest of the recruits.


The sky overhead was dark and the air was cold.
She cuddled up against a wooden crate and held herself tightly to shield her body from the chill of the night.
She felt humiliated for it sickened her that she was stripped of her lieutenant status and now resided among the peons.
Though their journey had just begun, Leyythera hoped it would soon be over.

Just as soon as she had been wishing for this to only be a dream, the glare of morning woke her.
They were nearing the port.

"Arise," the Dawnblade commanded.
"To your feet. Prepare yourselves to unload these crates."

---

Ty shrugged.
"Suit yourself."

Situated atop a hill, Cenarion Hold was visible in the distance.

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(( Please don't take over the NPCs. ))

[The Madgod]

Archilios woke up and sat upright on the floor, yawning a little. He did not get much sleep on the hard wooden deck of the ship, but the discomfort he felt paled in comparison to the anticipation of his duties, for the following weeks. He was going to play a vital role in destroying the bastard prince, and bringing peace back to Quel'Thalas

Hearing the Dawnblade, Archilios nodded, happy. Manual labor was trivial to him, and if there was one thing that got you a promotion, it is looking forward to duty, and performing above the norm, both of which he excelled in.

[Telcular]

Telcular turned his gaze toward Ty with a raised eyebrow.
He'd rather walk all this way, then fly? he'd better be freaking terrified of flying...