You've no training in, nor items infused with, the Light. “Starpetal has the right of it,” Ysolde tells you, voice low, “but he forgets an important detail. Any attempt to discredit our membership would be pointless as any member may recruit and many do without telling the rest about it.” The order is a new one drawn from all races whose only requirement is that you dedicate your life to countering the scourge. “As for the Argent Dawn, they're a noble if motley sort. Such distinctions are decidedly not favored here. “I was more concerned they would try to verify my identity and become suspicious or else reject anything I had to say on account of my new body being a half-blood. “Couldn't you have come up with a lie better than an organization I know nothing about?” “Why did you tell them that?” Jonathan hissed. Ysolde and Lynnette also took notice and moved to join them as fast as would not cause panic by their guards. “The type who wants to hide from the undead.”Jonathan replies, grabbing Starpetal's hand and leading him away from the others. “Light-forged alchemy, ha! What sort of wears a necromancers armor and uses blood?” The sorcerer makes his way over to the man and catches a muttered comment by one of the revived elves. The 'spellbreakers' pull back to the doors from which they had burst into the room and form ranks, causing Johothan and many of the formerly wretched elves to cringe. I'm sure we'll all consent to being placed under guard while you bring us to someone in charge.”
You understand we'll have to verify it before allowing you into the protected zone.”ĭavion nods. The red armored soldier pursed his lips and stood straighter. However, Jonathan's light-forged alchemy ran out before we could save more than a dozen.” “Yes, most our party was collected within Silvermoon itself from the ranks of the Wretched. Jonathan nodded and Manapetal continued, taking encouragement from the guards drop in hostility, though Jonathan could see incredulity and wariness still clear on their faces. “I take it then you're the 'fake death knight' responsible for the last group of refugees.” “The guild of scourge hunters and scavengers from the southern kingdoms.” The man acknowledged, relaxing visibly. He waved a hand shakily at the imposing, apparent mage hunter, and forced himself not to quail under the suspicious glower. The young man went white and forcibly kept his eyes from bugging out. My name was Davion Starpetal and this is our captiain Jonathan, son of Levin, Gnomish Paladin responsible for your citizens recovery.” We're adventurers from the Argent Dawn and former Wretched. Starpetal stepped forward, body language first confident and commanding, and then hesitated.
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