The ship's bell rang, alerting all passengers aboard that they had arrived at their destination. Those few present slowly started rising from whatever uncomfortable seating they'd managed to find, packing up any belongings before making their way to the pier. Shalendris groaned as she stood up, her backache worsened by the terrible position she'd found herself napping in.
It had only been a few years since the Kaldorei had lost their immortality and yet, Shalendris already felt the effects of her eternal youth slipping away. Each day, it seemed, brought with it additional aches. Even her healing magic could not mend some things, she realized. She pressed her thumbs to her lower back and stretched, trying to achieve the satisfying crack. At least the priestesses in Darnassus usually managed to alleviate some of the unpleasantness of her situation. As she did so, a few people passing by sent looks her way, most of which landed on her tremendous breasts. Most of them, it seemed, were Draenei, their hooves resonating with that distinct noise as they hit the floorboards.
The enormous, overgrown mountains on her chest, quite easily large enough to smother a Gnome from head to toe, never went unnoticed and their weight was clearly felt by her spine. Though the blessings of Aessina had helped reinforce her back, the twins had grown to such a degree that even that was insufficient. These blessings, allowing the druid to absorb magical essence through her breasts, were beginning to become a real burden. Normally, she would have been able to spend more of the mana contained within them than they could naturally absorb from their surroundings, but there had been some sort of blockage there, something stopping her from keeping her chest's size in control.
When she stepped outside, a gust of wind blew Shalendris's long, purple hair into her face, briefly blocking her view. As she brushed it aside, her gaze was not greeted by the colossal Teldrassil but by a mountain with, growing from its side, a gigantic purple crystalline structure. A few hundred feet tall, if she had to estimate its size by the silhouettes in the distance making their way into it.
She had taken the wrong boat. Instead of going to Darnassus, as she had planned, she was now on Azuremyst Isle, on the small dock near the crashed Exodar. It had only been a few months since the Draenei had landed here and the enigmatic people had soon formed a bond with the Alliance.
"A people from another planet, can you believe it? And worshippers of the Light, too!" exclaimed a man next to Shalendris, staring wide-eyed at the enormous structure jutting out of the grey mountainside. "Who knew there were people out there who weren't hell-bent on destroying us!" chuckled the grey-haired human, his white robes and golden staff marking him as a priest of the Holy Light.
Shalendris held her staff in both hands, feeling quite uncertain about meeting the strange folk. The last time the Kaldorei had met people from another world, it had been the Orcs and things had not gone well between the two groups. "Excuse me," she asked a passing sailor, the dwarf barely able to see past the huge wooden crate he was carrying.
The red-bearded man looked up at the Kaldorei, his eyes nearly falling from their sockets as he came face to face with the fattest pair of tits this side of Azeroth. "Uh, yea?" the stunned man replied.
"When does this ship next leave?"
"Err... Four or five days, I'd say," the dwarf replied, his face red from the effort of holding the heavy crate, masculine pride stopping him from simply dropping the thing onto the deck.
"Oh, my... Thank you. I hope there are other ships that stop by here..." she said, speaking mostly to herself.
The Dwarf shook his head. "Military ships, mostly. Merchant and passenger ships aren't as common, I'm sure a pretty lass like yourself won't have any trouble finding a vessel off these isles," the burly man added before stomping off, arms shaking from the effort. Though he would have probably liked to talk to the curvaceous druid some more, his arms would probably have fallen off from the weight of the iron-filled crate.
With both hands wrapped tightly around her oaken staff, the Kaldorei nodded to herself determinedly, the sides of her face curling into a wide smile. The familiar song of Brightbeak, her avian companion, rang above her, cheerful and bright.
"He's right! I suppose this is an opportunity to make friends among the Draenei!" Her thoughts would shift from worry to excitement, bright silver eyes spotting her feathered friend, his ethereal green glow contrasting with the dull grey sky as he stared down at her with an unmoving stare, perched upon a yard, high above.
The flutter of wings would accompany him as he took flight, circling the vessel, of which there remained few passengers save for the sailors unloading merchandise. Shalendris's delicate feet would land on the wooden pier as she looked around for a moment, trying to identify which direction to go. One path, it seemed, headed towards the Exodar and another towards a smaller settlement located atop a small grassy hill.
Her back already aching, Shalendris saw little use in walking so far to the smaller settlement, instead turning towards the small tunnel entrance carved into the side of the gigantic spacefaring vessel. Each step, it seemed, brought with it a tsunami of jiggling titflesh, colossal tits barely held in check by the too-small cups of her druidic leather top. The tops of her dark, purple areolae were visible atop the hem of the inadequate garment.
The joyful, happy look on her face quickly vanished as her feet came into direct contact with the grass, the vegetation imparting upon her its feelings and thoughts. Helplessness, it seemed, was the governing thought among the myriad that touched her mind. The flora of this place seemed to be suffering from some corruption brought upon by the crashing of the ship. Powerless, nature itself was reaching out for help. Few, however, outside those who had a connection to the land, could ever understand that pain. At most, they would have to rely on outside indicators pointing towards that corruption, such as unnatural aggressiveness, change in coloration, or physical mutations.
Scanning her surroundings and looking beyond the nearest woodland edge, Shalendris spotted a handful of man-sized purple crystals jutting out of the ground above the bushes, humming softly with contained energy. Of the same hue as the crashed Exodar ship's shining, crystalline form, one could hardly miss the connection between the two.
"Zhat one is deactivated," came a strong, heavily accented voice behind her. "Zhe energy contained within has been reclaimed."
Shalendris turned her head to spot a colossal, hammer-wielding Draenei man heading her way. Upon that heavily muscled frame hung a beautifully decorated suit of golden scale mail. Every small, metallic piece of metal making up the finely crafted set of armor embedded with a tiny blue crystal, making the sight that much more impressive to Shalendris, who was used to the more austere clothing and armor of the Kaldorei.
