Endryel
looked down at the parchment in her hand and let out a heavy sigh. Another
request to come to Orgrimmar to mediate. If it wasn't Trolls or Orcs it was
always something.
"This
is what I get for being a diplomat," She murmured into the Stormwind night.
Stormwind,
with all its noise and lights. Endryel spurred her horse away from the crowds
and toward the quieter Mage's quarter.
She
would meet Selarine, a powerful mage and close friend to Endryel. She was the
person responsible for Endryel's transmogrification from Draenei to Elf. The
spell had been complicated and dangerous. Selarine had also made several
glammer (as different from glamour) trinkets for Endryel, best of those was the
Elar Carmenith trinket. A true masterpiece in magical transformation. It had served Endryel very well in her
underworld dealings.
But
tonight...tonight she came with a greater requirement from Selarine. Endryel
would, once again, test the old woman's mettle. Her own life would be in danger
as well, but Endryel needed to delve into a horde underground where her
identity must be flawless. A trinket would not serve this time.
Endryel
dismounted her horse in front of the Gallina Wine seller's shop in the canals.
She had not noticed anyone watching her or following her, but that was never a
reason to believe that she wasn't being observed. She turned to enter the shop
and as she approached the door, she vanished into the darkness. Always the
rogue. Her stealth was unsurpassed in getting her around in those tight places.
She made her way along the canal and turned into the Mage's Quarter. She was
gliding up the spiraling walkway of the Mage's tower a few minutes later and
decided that a little surprise would be nice for Selarine. Grinning, Endryel
unlocked the door to Selarine's room and slipped in the door. The candles
flared and the old women burst out laughing.
"Really
child, " the old woman giggled, "did you really think I would leave
my room unwarded?"
Endryel
grinned, dropped into the comfortable chair beside the old mage and shrugged.
The
woman was older than any human Endryel had ever known. Her life had been
extended through magic over several normal human lifetimes, and yet, she
appeared no older than a human woman of 40, just beyond the bloom of youth. She
was small and frail. Her skin pale as milk from being in the depths of the
Mage's tower for so many years. Her pretty face was dotted with freckles. Her
eyes were the deepest blue with an intensity that only magic could bring to
eyes. The small body held tremendous power and knowledge of magics long
forgotten by others. Selarine's manner was always fun and relaxed until the
time for casting came, then she was a fearsome sight.
Few
knew of her more specialized talents in transmogrification. Endryel had been brought
to Selarine many years earlier for that very service and, since that time, they
had been close friends.
Selarine
was pouring two cups of herb tea and the earthy fragrance wafted throughout the
room filling Endryel with warmth and relaxing her body.
Selarine
turned to Endryel, "So, child, your note said you had an urgent
request," she grinned at Endryel, "with you Urgent means
trouble...tell me, child?"
Endryel
took a deep breath, no sense mincing this one. "Selarine, I need you to
transmogrify me again."
Selarine
dropped the tea pot. The beautifully decorated ceramic pot tumbled toward the
floor spilling the fragrant tea. At the last second Endryel caught the pot and
set it gently on the table before the dumbfounded Selarine.
"By
the Gods, Endryel!" the little woman slumped into the chair, "Have
you any idea what it is you ask?"
Endryel
busied herself cleaning up the spill with a rag from the cabinet so as not to
have to look at the mage's eyes.
Selarine
placed her hand under Endryel's chin and turned her face up.
"What
you ask is dangerous to you especially. I know you have strong reasons that we
do not need to discuss," The mage's deep blue eyes bore into Endryel. The
now elf nodded against Selarine's hand, "Very important, and it must be
flawless, no trinkets." Endryel's gaze did not waver this time.
Selarine
looked at her for a what seemed an age and then nodded. "Fine, I am ready
to proceed." Endryel stood and helped the woman from the chair.
Strong
magic rocked the mage's tower that night and, in the wee hours of the morning
as everyone slept, a lone Blood Elf
slinked down the docs and onto The Bravery, a ship traveling to the Kalimdor
continent. From there she would make her way to Orgrimmar.
Three
weeks Later:
Endryel
has made contact with Krolen, a leader in one of the Orc underground
syndicates. They traded in slaves. These were the people she was to take down
from the inside. She had passed all inspections for disguises, of course. And
would be a few months proving herself to this lot.
And
there she was, 'proving' her loyalty by strong arming a meager Goblin from the
slums. He had been skimming profits from something or another and Krolen wanted
him taught a lesson. Endryel pummeled the little man, all the while hiding her
disgust for this part of the mission. The Goblin finally, thankfully, passed
out on the floor. Endryel turned to leave and the crony Krolen had sent to
observe laughed and clapped her on the shoulder. Endryel grabbed the Orc's
meaty hand and twisted his arm until he bent down in pain.
"Never
touch me, scum," she hissed and pushed the large Orc into the wall and
strode off out of the stinking hut. She would have to kill the Orc now. Life
was simple among these types. You didn't ask for forgiveness and you didn't
forgive. You killed what bugged you, simple as that. Endryel would do as was
expected of this type. No less.
Later,
in Pandaria, Endryel was fighting alongside other members of the syndicate,
looking to transplant the brewer's union that had long had a booming business
in the newly discovered continent. The battle was turning to the small band's
advantage when Endryel felt a stabbing pain in her stomach and she doubled
over, narrowly missing an incoming sword thrust and spear from behind. She
rolled and vanished. The others, too busy with their own battles, didn't notice
her disappearance.
The
pain was excruciating. Endryel moved to a secluded location as far away from
the battle as possible and used her Hearthstone to return to Orgrimmar. She
barely remembered getting to the inn and falling into the bed. She awoke
sometime later. The pain was completely gone, but, for some reason, she felt as
a boulder were laying on her belly. When she opened her eyes to see that,
indeed, this was the case. Her shirt was stretched out and something very large
was on her. She couldn't sit, so she rolled to one side and on to her feet. She
felt so heavy! Then she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Her belly
was HUGE! She was completely distended. But how? What magic was...and the word
magic was all she needed to set her in motion. She would go to Selarine.
Endryel donned a cloak and her Elar trinket. That at least would hide the very
apparent problem she was having.
With
time being of the essence, Endryel hired a mage to teleport her to Stormwind.
As luck would have it, the port would put her in the Mage's tower directly.
Stealth would get her to Selarine's room.
Selarine
looked up from her reading and frowned at the bedraggled Endryel standing in
her doorway. "Child! what ..." she then stared at Endryel's enormous
belly. Endryel moved into the room and fell into the nearby chair and fainted.
Endryel
awoke to the sound of the crackling fire and Selarine's humming.
"What
happened to me?" Endryel croaked from a parched throat.
Selarine
turned beaming, "My dear," she said softly, "You are
pregnant!"
Endryel
frowned, pondered and shouted "Pregnant?! Are you insane?!" But
Selarine had come over and placed her hand over Endryel's bulging shape. That
was when she felt the movement inside. Selarine smiled and guided Endryel's own
hand to her belly. There is was again! Movement....
Endryel
smiled and then only one word came from her lips, "Conetera."
Selarine's
only explanation was that the second transformation had awakened a dormant
pregnancy. The pregnancy may have become dormant from some of the magics that
Endryel had been exposed to; or even some desire to wait for safety. Who knew,
Selarine said. It was truly a miracle.
A
few days later, Endryel gave birth to a healthy baby Elf girl, who she named
Ondrielle.