Renwa laughed and shook his head. "The things you do, Elunara." With a sigh he looked over to Zelinnia playing with Darguni. "What is your plan with him?"
"My standard... extract every piece of information I can get, then slit his throat and dump him in a pit. He's useful to us right now because he knows things that Grogek does not. He's been cooped up here far too long and not been allow to get out and get us information."
"At this point, I wouldn't leave the town unguarded." Grogek nodded. "He can tell me trade routes, the lay of the land, or any number of things."
"Well, this goddess thing can be used in our favor. There isn't a man who was out there that day that doesn't speak of it in revered awe. I've heard things from Banshee, to Warrior Queen to Avenging Angel. I wish I could have seen it."
Grogek grinned. "Me too."
Renwa started digging through his desk. Zelinnia got up and grabbed a sheet of paper out of the stack and handed to him.
"I have no idea how you always do that." He chuckled as he handed the paper to Elunara.
It was her in two poses. One was her running down the hill, dagger in hand, the other she was posed with her arms to the side dagger still in hand, with massive wings coming from her back. She appeared to be floating.
"What the hell?"
"This is a composite sketch done at the description of over fifty men, all who have said the same exact thing." He flipped through his papers. "There is another one that's a little more heart wrenching..."
Zelinnia reached over and yanked out a page. "Do stop shuffling things around until I can fix it."
Renwa laughed. "Yes, dear."
"I do like the sound of that." Zelinnia grinned as she passed over the page.
It was Elunara, screaming to the heavens, her arms wrapped around Grogek.
"Wow."
"The healers contributed to that one." Renwa pointed. "I figured you'd want a copy..."
"Copy?"
"Everyone who was there... wanted their own copy. The contributed to the description, they got a copy of the final pictures."
"Oh, Hell."
Renwa nodded.
"I got us copies of both." Zelinnia smiled sadly. "It's tragic yet beautiful and so very inspiring."
"Zelinnia hung them in the living area. Though the other pictures you gave her... she hung in our bedroom."
Zelinnia blushed. "I really like those."
"Well, now it's just not fair. I'll have to get my own commissioned."
"I'm sure she has some, but I can always go for a new sitting." Zelinnia considered. She looked around at the other two men and blushed deeply. "Oh. Umm..." She sat back down in the floor with Darguni and pointedly refused to look up again.
"Great, so now I'm a fucking Messiah." Elunara handed the pages to Grogek. "Goody fucking gumdrops. Now what am I supposed to do?"
"Oh, it gets better." Renwa shook his head. "Everyone has a long standing love/fear of you anyway, but now they call you some sort of secret weapon. The vengeance of hell itself, and it gets really grand and mysterious the longer they go."
Elunara flopped down in a chair and held her head in her hands. "Kill me."
Grogek laughed and put a hand on her shoulder. "Sorry love, not happening."
"Sorry, we kill the messiah now, and there will be a riot on our hands." Renwa grinned.
"I'm glad you all find this so damned funny."
"Just another day in the life of the goddess of death!" Zelinnia called cheerily, her back still to them.
"I will get you for that." Elunara grumbled.
"As long as it's in the bathtub."
Everyone stared at Zelinnia.
Elunara laughed at the heat flush on the back of her neck. "You're not getting out of that one."
"I hate you." Zelinnia mumbled.
Renwa laughed. "In any event, it's up to you to decide how you're going to play it. Knowing you, you'll find a way to return to normalcy."
She ran her fingers through her hair. "Yeah, I guess."
"I should let you know that I-"
The door opened and everyone turned to look.
"Mother!" Elunara jumped out of her chair.
Tyrande stepped forward and wrapped her hands around Elunara's face. "Elune save me, is what they are saying true?"
"Uh, yeah. Sorta."
Grogek held up the pages.
Tyrande took them and stared down. "Renwa sent me copies of this, but it seems that more detail has been added since mine were sent."
"More than fifty men and women have contributed to the description of this event. Over and over I have sat and listened to their accounts, and not a thing changes. The event was so miraculous that the enemy surrendered himself against the belief that Elunara is some sort of goddess of war."
Tyrande gawked at her.
Elunara fidgeted and felt twelve years old.
Tyrande looked to Grogek. "You were dead."
"Yes." He took off his shirt and pointed to the scar that finished him off. "This was the final blow." He turned so that she could see the whole scar. Pointing, Jordan explained each scar from the battle.
"You did not survive that..."
"I am not claiming to." He pulled the shirt back over his head.