A Nightstalkers Tale

Senstara Nightwhisper



A Nightstalkers tale; SI:7 Renegades,  Act 1



She has carefully-styled long white hair, which she is styling into an intricate braid adorned with leather thongs and owl feathers. She would normally allow her hair to flow naturally from her shoulders, gently waving to the middle of her back.



But today such a tease would not suffice, less she wishes to provide an un-welcome opening to her mark. As she gently weaves the thread of the last feather through her soft, silky hair she picks up a small bottle from her dresser, lightly dabbing the sweet smelling vapours along the length of the braid.



'Practical, but no excuse for barbarism' She said to no one in particular, smiling softly into the looking glass she leans forwards and inspects herself for imperfections on her lilac tinted skin. Unlike the younger races, Senstara is free of such a curse.

The Kaldorei do not suffer such blemishes easily in their long lived existence, once immortal such insults to their vanity would be deemed impossible. But with the passing of the aspects blessing one can never be too careful.



Tilting her head slightly looking longingly at the mirror as her mind as ever, is brought to the attention of her scarred, milky white eye staring lifelessly into the void. A blemish even the finest herbalist remedy or healer will never remove.



Opening a drawer in the fine elven-pine dresser she inspects a number of patches and thongs of various style and colour, hesitantly she strokes the length of a lightly tanned patch with a long eloquent finger, decidedly she fits it to her head. Twitching her ears slightly certain the thong does not chafe her long pointed ears.



She tilts her head slightly the other way, bringing up a fine delicate chin, admiring her handy work. She lets a menacing grin traverse her face exposing her pointed almost feral fangs, 'The Humans will admire the spectre of their death' She chuckles lightly to herself, the mere mention of the conflict to come snapping her back uncomfortably to a harsh reality.



Standing abruptly she allows her loose gown to drop to the floor, exposing her muscular shoulders and lithe, toned body she stands a head shorter than is average for her kind but yet even so still the same height as the tallest human.



She strides in long graceful steps towards her bedding inspecting her armour for the day, grey tanned leggings with white fur trimming a tight fitting bodice that leaves her abs exposed, thick grey fur shoulder-padding to aid in breaking up her silhouette in the shadows and a pair of light leather boots trimmed with dark red fur to take the eye away from the inevitability of caked mud.



Adorned in her tight fitting furs she strolls across to a hanger on the far wall, removing two wicked curved, slender, single-edged blades with circular guards and long grips the Mithril Blades are of ancient design and have seen more bloodshed and tragedy than Senstara will have seen the moon rise.



Strapping the blade to her back she flicks her long braid over her left shoulder allowing it to fall down her chest, after her preparations are finished she strolls to the centre of the room, sitting, legs cross she places her Elune Stone between her legs, she places her hands gently on her thighs and begins to meditate, focusing her mental discipline.



Her time in her mental Skein is distracted by the distant whisper of a voice, a mental calling through the Elune Stone. A sensation flows through her mind, washing her in visions of a portal, a tree in the shape of a feral bear with purple leaves, a bridge and a congregation of shadowy specters gathered around a tall red cloaked Kaldorei male... 'Shade'. A mental calling through the Elune stone that her Master calls for his Nightblades.



She stands gracefully smoothing the furs of her leggings down and strides slow and purposefully for the indicated destination of the gathering, Senstara makes a mental note that this gathering is half an hour early based on Human timing; a sudden shiver of apprehension leaves a tingling sensation travelling down her spine....