Rhoelyn: Nysse sighs as Rhoelyn’s head rests in her lap. “Nataro, it’s been three days. Do you have any leads? We can’t keep sedating them like this.”
Araatris: The shaman sighs, looking weary and worn even as he keeps his eyes closed in meditation. “Every time I find it, it slips from my grasp.”
Rhoelyn: Quaed snaps, “If you weren’t sitting in here watching him he’d be able to concentrate. You never shut up. Go bother someone else for a while.”
Araatris: Nysse glares at him, placing her arm over Rhoelyn’s shoulder. “I’m not leaving my sister alone and helpless with any of you for one second.”
Rhoelyn: The undead glowers. “Then shut up and let him work.” The huntress sighs and returns to running her hand through Rhoelyn’s silver hair.
Araatris: It’s a couple of hours later when Nataro suddenly roars in frustration and slams a beefy fist into the ground, shaking the entire room. He stands.
Rhoelyn: The young night elf falls back with a squeak of surprise. “Nataro?” The tauren growls, “I’m stepping outside for a while. Do not look for me.”
Araatris: Grumbling, Quaed paces to the other wall and back before he heads for the doorway. “You’re in charge of the sleeping beauties,” he growls.
Rhoelyn: Nysse sits back up, still cradling Rhoe’s head in her lap. She looks at the now emptier room and mumbles, “It’s not like I have a choice.”
Araatris: Nataro lays spread-eagle in the snow outside a pavilion, staring up at the blue afternoon sky when the rogue wanders up, perching on a rock.
Rhoelyn: The tauren sighs, “I said not to follow, Quaed.” The rogue nods and settles on the rock. “I know, but something told me you may need to talk.”
Araatris: Snorting, the shaman grumbles, “Are you suddenly an expert at dealing with the elements of the world and the contrary spirits that shape them?”
Rhoelyn: “I can offer no useful advice whatsoever, but I can offer whatever is left of my ear. Or we can just sit here and grumble quietly,” Quaed offers.
Araatris: “I like the grumbling option,” Nataro grouses with a frown. Then he sighs. “Finding Xuen’s prison is easy. But it is… just on the edge of real.”
Rhoelyn: The rogue huffs, “Edge of real, huh. Doesn’t sound like we can just walk into this place. I’m assuming that’s the real problem: finding the door.”
Araatris: “I get the impression,” he rumbles, “that there is no door save what I can make. But it moves every time I begin to form one.” Nataro growls.
Rhoelyn: Quaed frowns and ponders silently for a long moment. “The spirits don’t offer any suggestions? Or is it all the cryptic mumbo jumbo?”
Araatris: The Tauren sighs, clenching his fists and staring at the sky. “There is always wisdom in what they whisper. Knowing what to do with it, however…”
Rhoelyn: The undead comments. “You’ll figure it out like you always do, but the girl’s right we can’t keep dosing them. They’re going to catch on.”
Araatris: Closing his eyes to rest, Nataro mumbles, “We have no choice. They are beyond control. Rhoelyn’s anger has even turned on Nysse at times.”
Rhoelyn: “Hope the fresh air helps you. It sure as heck doesn’t do anything for me.” Quaed snorts and looks around. “Are you going to be out here a while?”
Araatris: “Yes.” The shaman shifts to get more comfortable in the snow. “I am going to rest and think and listen and not try for a time. Quite likely, nap.”
Rhoelyn: Quaed shakes his head. “To each his own. I’ll be in there helping the girl manage the other two.” He stands and hops off the rock. “Later.”
Araatris: Nataro grunts. Shortly after, Quaed lifts his hand to knock at the chamber door when there’s a resounding crash from within. He shoves it open.
Rhoelyn: “Korran, pin him down! I’ll get Rhoe!” Nysse pins both of Rhoe’s arms behind her back. “It’ll be alright, Rhoe.” The wolf knocks Leothir down.
Araatris: Quaed sighs and bursts into motion, going over to put a boot on Leo’s shoulder to help keep him down. “What’d I miss?” He rasps at Nysse.
Rhoelyn: Nysse sighs, “Leo played like he was sleeping and snuck up on me. When I moved I dropped Rhoe, then I got in the way of the slap meant for him.”
Araatris: The priestess presses her forehead against Nysse’s shoulder, stopping her struggles. “I didn’t mean to. It was for that-” Her fists clench.
Rhoelyn: Nysse kisses the top of her head. “I know, sister.” The huntress sighs, “We should split them up and get some dinner before they rest.”
Araatris: Leo smirks. “There’s space for you in my cham-” Quaed growls and boots him in the ribs. “Shut it, Leo.” He earns himself a scowl.
Rhoelyn: “Are you sure we can’t just remove his hands and tongue?” She glares at the mage in annoyance. “Nevermind. You got him? I’m taking Korran.”
Araatris: The rogue glares at his afflicted friend. “Need his hands, but maybe not his tongue…” He smirks darkly at Leo’s incensed gasp. “Go on. I got him.”
Rhoelyn: The huntress tugs Rhoelyn out of the room with Korran a few steps behind. Just a short distance down the hall, they enter another similar room.
Araatris: Nysse finally lets her pull her hands free. The priestess sighs and reaches up to rest gentle fingers against Nysse’s red cheek. “I can’t heal you.”
Rhoelyn: The huntress reaches up and grasps Rhoe’s hand. “The only thing that hurts is my pride. Please don’t worry.” She smiles gently. “Are you hungry?”
Araatris: “Yes.” The smaller woman nods, but winces and presses a hand to her head. “I feel… woozy. My head swims.” She takes an unsteady step back.
Rhoelyn: With a worried frown, Nysse ushers her sister to sit. “I’ll just let them know that we’re ready to eat. There should be someone nearby…”
Araatris: Rhoelyn nods and props her head in her hands. Korran rests his head on her lap, restraint in the guise of affection, as the huntress slips out.
Rhoelyn: Seeing Hansho, she bows. “Hansho, may we please have our dinner while Leo and Rhoe are awake? We split into two rooms to prevent… incidents.”
Araatris: The monk nods as he hands a stack of scrolls to another, who scurries off. “Of course. I will see that food is brought to your rooms immediately.”
Rhoelyn: “Thank you.” She sketches a quick bow and hurries back to the room. Nysse steps in and shuts the door behind her. “Food should be here soon.”
Araatris: Rhoe rests leaned forward across Korran’s muzzle, her head on her folded arms. “Mm. Thank you, sister.” She watches as Nysse crosses the room.
Rhoelyn: Nysse sits across from her and reaches forward to move a lock of Rhoe’s hair. “I really like the food here. I wish I could learn how to cook it.”
Araatris: “Sri-La,” the priestess murmurs. Nysse frowns. “What about it?” “Miss Lana would teach you, if you ask. She was very proud of their cuisine.”
Rhoelyn: The huntress smiles fondly. “You’re right. I’ll be sure to ask her. How are you feeling, sister?” She presses her hand to Rhoe’s forehead.
Araatris: “Do you know…” The priestess lays a hand over hers, holding it against her clammy skin. “Rhese remembers mother better than I. But this…”
Araatris: “…I remember this.” She fails entirely at answering Nysse’s question, closing her eyes. “Her hand on my forehead and her hair against my cheek.”
Rhoelyn: The young night elf’s breath catches as she thinks about Yami. “That’s a beautiful memory.” She watches Rhoe’s hand droop onto Korran’s fur.
Araatris: The spirit wolf sighs softly as the priestess drifts off, turning his gaze to his mistress. ~Your sister requires more support. She is slipping.~
Rhoelyn: Nysse frowns worriedly and reaches down to stroke his fur. ~Is there anything you can do? Take as much energy from me as you need if it’ll help.~
Araatris: Korran’s luminous eyes close. ~I do what I can, Nyssera, but the limit is upon us. Soon, she will lose these moments when the anger recedes.~
Rhoelyn: ~Then she’ll even hate me…~ The huntress closes her eyes with a pained look. ~Thank you for helping.~ She leans over and kisses his head.
Araatris: A knock at the door has Nysse moving, and soon two trays of shrimp dumplings and a rice dish are settled on the room’s low table.
Rhoelyn: She kneels next to Rhoelyn and gently shakes her sister’s shoulder. “Rhoe, food’s here. They even brought some dumplings for us today.”
Araatris: The elf sits up, rubbing her eyes. She shoves at Korran wordlessly until he shifts his head from her lap, and Nysse replaces it with a tray.
Rhoelyn: Nysse chuckles and picks up her own tray. ~I guess she was hungry.~ They eat in relative quiet, Rhoe is fading again near the end of the meal.
Araatris: The huntress is plucking her sister’s chopsticks from her droopy hand as she nods when the door slams open. Quaed has Leothir in tow.
Rhoelyn: Both women jump, Nysse dropping the chopsticks and drawing her dagger. “Quaed! Couldn’t you have knocked?” She turns to check on Rhoe.
Araatris: “Could’ve.” The undead gives her a droll look. “Didn’t.” He drags Leo forward, the mage’s hands bound behind his back. “Come on. Nataro wants us.”
Rhoelyn: Rhoelyn glares. “We aren’t your little pawns to order about.” Nysse stands and gently tugs the priestess to her feet. “Rhoe, Nataro is helping.”
Araatris: “Nataro isn’t helping, Nysse,” the little priestess sneers, stumbling. “He is taking his chance to get Leothir well so that he can get us killed.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse sighs, “If you’re well and we’re in the middle of a huge pandaren monastery, they might find it difficult. But first… you have to get well.”
Araatris: Nodding, her sister clings to her hand. “When I’m well, we can kill them.” She stares at Leo, who looks unamused. “Start with the pervert.”
Rhoelyn: The huntress lets out a long sigh. “Let’s go.” She gestures for Quaed and Leo to proceed. “Lead us to Nataro. We’ll be right behind you.”
Araatris: As the rogue nods and takes Leothir outside the room, Rhoelyn pulls back on Nysse’s hand long enough to delay her and whisper by her ear.
Rhoelyn: Nysse’s eyes widen in horror and she hisses hurriedly, “Rhoe! Don’t say things like that! T-that’s horrible!” She pulls her quickly behind her.
Araatris: The priestess trails her with a petulant little, “He deserves no less…” as they follow the others to a pavilion just outside of the building.
Rhoelyn: The young night elf presses her lips into a thin line as they approach. Nataro turns from his discussion with the pandaren. “You have arrived.”
Araatris: Quaed doesn’t beat around the bush. “So, did you figure out it?” The Tauren gives a curt nod, “I did. Sit, please.” He gestures to the tiled floor.
Rhoelyn: Sitting as far from Quaed and Leo as she can, Nysse tucks Rhoe against her side. “You were having such a hard time earlier. I’m surprised.”
Araatris: He shrugs. “Sometimes it requires a clear mind to let a solution come to you.” He glances at Hansho and Ru Dan. “Remove them. Preferably gently.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse frowns and narrows her eyes. “Who or what are you removing?” She tenses as Hansho approaches. “Because I’m definitely not moving.”
Araatris: Nataro speaks as Hansho offers a hand to Rhoelyn and Ru Dan goes to stand by Leothir. “To anchor Xuen’s prison requires balance. You two sit out.”
Rhoelyn: After a moment, Nysse nods. “Rhoe, go stand with Ru Dan. You’ll have enough work to do after that.” She smiles, but the priestess frowns.
Araatris: “I will not.” She glares at Nataro. “He’s trying to trick us.” Nataro just ignores her and nods at Hansho. The monk grabs her arm and tugs her up.
Rhoelyn: Nysse pinches the bridge of her nose tiredly when Rhoe twists to look at her. “Nysse! You can’t let them do this! They’re trying to separ-”
Araatris: “Rhoe!” The huntress snaps, exasperated. “Please just go quietly. Trust me; it’ll be fine.” Hansho pulls her away, despite her resistance.
Rhoelyn: The young night elf focuses on Nataro. “What do you need from us? Please tell me it’s not holding hands.” She eyes Quaed with trepidation.
Araatris: “We shall sing spiritual songs and roast yak meat over a campfire,” the Tauren declares, deadpan. “R-really?” Nysse blinks. “No. Of course not.”
Rhoelyn: The huntress groans softly as he continues, “I will need you to be still and calm yourselves from any outside distractions. I will do the rest.”
Araatris: Without waiting for acknowledgement, the shaman settles himself across from them, folding his legs. Leo smirks, earning a worried look from Rhoe.
Rhoelyn: Nysse settles into a meditative pose and closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath followed by another. Nataro speaks in low dulcet tones.
Araatris: As the Tauren’s magic seeps toward the two of them, she can feel a tether, something indistinct that ties her to dedicated Nataro and bitter Quaed.
Rhoelyn: Her stomach turns as there’s a distinct tug and she feels something, a pervading emptiness pressing closer to them. She takes a deep breath.
Araatris: A voice intrudes, the words indistinct but the tone agitated. Nysse is jostled, but she clings to the calm with determination. It stops quickly.
Rhoelyn: The huntress gasps as it feels like something heavy is tied to her and she leans over, groaning. There’s a sharp sound and then silence.
Araatris: “It is done.” Nataro rumbles. “Rouse yourselves. We are now on the limitation of our own energy. The way will only stay open while we anchor it.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse opens her eyes and frowns. “Does that mean we can’t go with them?” Her gaze is on the portal on the tile in the center of the trio.
Araatris: The Tauren gets to his hooves. “Correct. We must stay or the prison will slip. I… do not wish to know what that would do to a mortal within it.”
Rhoelyn: Clenching her hands, she frowns. “But she’s going to be in there with Leo… alone. Can we do this one at a time maybe? Her first then Leo?”
Araatris: “How long ya got in you, girl?” Quaed frowns at Nysse, resting his fists on his bony hips. “I noticed how long you kept your magic wolf out.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse makes a quick glance and notices that Korran is nowhere to be seen. Her brows draw together quickly. “Long enough. What about you?”
Araatris: The undead narrows his eyes at her. “If you’re so confident, then let’s let Leothir go first. Might get enough time for your sister after.”
Rhoelyn: She grinds her teeth. “Fine. They go together.” Rhoelyn’s eyes widen. “Sister, you cannot be serious. You’d send me in there with this… this…”
Araatris: Leothir smiles and leans close to her ear. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll be gentle with you.” When she gasps and rounds on him, Hansho is ready.
Rhoelyn: The pandaren grabs both her arms and pulls her away. Even then she attempts to kick him before she’s out of range. Hansho asks, “How do they enter?”
Araatris: Nataro points at the portal. “Remove the cuffs.” Nysse gapes. “What?! They’ll kill each other like that.” She surges to her feet. “You can’t!”
Rhoelyn: “The prison will not work if the cuffs are interfering.” Nataro answers as the Pandaren open both cuffs. Quaed grabs her arm, restraining her.
Rhoelyn: Nysse freezes as if struck. Her voice is low and shaky. “Remove your hand from me.” Quaed grins. “Not until both of them are in prison.”
Araatris: Leothir’s shouted curse isn’t enough warning for the rogue to avoid the shadow tentacle that whips up from the ground and slaps him away.
Rhoelyn: Nysse yanks the arm close to her body and darts forward. Nataro bellows, “Get her through the portal!” Hansho shoves Rhoelyn towards it.
Araatris: The monk is fast and tucks his foot behind hers to trip her when she tries to brace against his push. With a surprised scream, she disappears.
Rhoelyn: He quickly steps forward and grabs Nysse who screams, “Rhoe! Let me go!” Leo grins and jumps in after her. “They’ll kill each other, Hansho!”
Araatris: The monk holds her fast, his eyes on the portal into Xuen’s prison. “They may. But they may also save each other, if they learn what they must.”
Rhoelyn: Nysse sighs as Rhoelyn’s head rests in her lap. “Nataro, it’s been three days. Do you have any leads? We can’t keep sedating them like this.”