They'd been riding for two days and their supplies were running low. Lena looked up in the air as her traveling companion, the young-looking Night Elf druid, Shalendris, climbed up a pine tree. It seemed the coniferous trees were the only ones that had managed to survive the corruption that seeped into everything, even though a lot of them were turning the same sickly shade as the rest of the region's flaura. A lot of them were even covered with large, green pustules that Lena knew would eventually turn them into the massive mushrooms that could be seen in some areas.
"Do you see anything?" she half-shouted, not wanting to draw too much attention to themselves. Especially considering she was without a weapon. No doubt the pair would be able to defend themselves if they had to, but she preferred not to take such a chance. Especially considering their distance from Light's Hope Chapel and Tyr's Hand.
Light's Hope Chapel was controlled, she knew, by the Argent Dawn. "Traitorous scum..." she muttered under her breath. Originally, the main force fighting the Undead had been the Knights of the Silver Hand. However, the order had been disbanded by the crown prince Arthas Menethil. They later reformed under Alexandros Mograine's command and under new banners. However, that proved to be short lived (quite literally) as Mograine was slain and the Crusade split into three groups. The Brotherhood of the Light, the Argent Dawn and the Scarlet Crusade who had stayed loyal to the cause.
"I see nothing that we should worry about! I'd say we're only a few hours away from Light's Hope!" shouted the druidess from atop the tree. Though she had the power to turn into a large storm crow to survey the land, she preferred not to risk an attack from the huge bats and gargoyles that patrolled the skies.
"Good, good..." replied Lena, her voice nearly a whisper as Shalendris dropped back down in front of her. She'd be able to take a gryphon to fly down to Tyr's Hand, which would barely take half of an hour, she estimated.
"Come on, now! No time to waste!" said the cheerful Kaldorei, already seated upon her large black nightsaber.
Lena nodded before hopping into her own mount before departing along with her companion. Even though the druid was one of the savage Night Elves, she had grown somewhat fond of the purple-skinned woman. Her personality was a sharp contrast to the human's, but they got along. The only problem, however, was that Shalendris was part of the Argent Dawn, which would make their friendship difficult at best.
The two rode quietly on, avoiding the roads and trying to avoid any undead they spotted. Sometimes, they'd stop as Shalendris pointed to a mound of dirt further up ahead which signaled the presence of either a burrowed Ghoul or Nerubian. The Nerubians, large spider-like creatures with human-like torsos and spider-like abdomens, would often burrow through the ground, creating vast networks of tunnels from which they'd attack unsuspecting travelers.
Shalendris had proved quite efficient at detecting such dangers. Lena had been told druids had the power to communicate with surrounding flora and fauna, which, she guessed, was how she knew where to go and how to avoid danger so easily.
A slight smirk crossed the paladin's lips as she noticed the Night Elf staring at her breasts. As she rode, the newly inflated set of breasts would bounce and jiggle beneath her rather tight linen shirt. How she wished she'd brought a bra with her or at least something to stop the incessant jiggling. Not that she minded the attention, but the sensations were rather distracting.
Every now and again, she'd look back at the Night Elf, noticing the same impressive bulge she'd grown accustomed to seeing. "Poor thing," she thought to herself as the enormous she-dick strained against those druidic robes.
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The sun was already setting when they both arrived at Light's Hope Chapel. The Chapel stood atop a small hill, serving as the Argent Dawn's main base of operations. It was a wonder the tiny encampment surrounding Light's Hope had managed to survive for so long, considering they had no walls or fortifications whatsoever and given the fact that it was barely half a day's ride from many Scourge strongholds.
Surely there was some secret to the organization's survival. Untouched by the Scourge it seemed, Light's Hope's ground had not been spared. The plants surrounding the encampment withered and dead, the ground just as sickly as the rest of the former kingdom.
The more she approached the Chapel, the more she felt she knew why it had managed to survive for as long as it did. Indeed, she felt the Light, though invisible, surround her, as though protecting her. It warmed her against the chilly breeze and made her feel safe. This was a feeling she had never known while training in Hearthglen. Had the Light chosen its champions?
She was drawn from her thoughts by Shalendris' voice. "Well, here we are! Gryphon master's over there. He'll let you fly to Tyr's Hand for a few silver. If you've got no coin on you, I can give you some," she offered with a kind smile.
"Thank you, I'll be just fine... Though, may I leave my steed here for a little while? May I trust you to take care of it?" Lena's hand slowly caressed the animal in question's short fur gently, running her hand along its neck down to its side.
With a laugh, the druid nodded. "Of course, you know I'd never mistreat any beast."
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Saying goodbye to her friend, the Paladin had given the gryphon master a few silver coins before riding off on the winged beast. Looking down, she noticed her bust had gained some size. Raising her eyebrows at this new development, the paladin couldn't help but grasp the two pale orbs of flesh. They definitely felt larger and a tad heavier. What could have caused such a thing? Could the Holy Light surrounding Light's Hope Chapel have done this to her in the same way the druid's magic did?
Brushing such questions aside, she spotted Tyr's Hand in the distance. It was, compared to Light's Hope, absolutely massive. Fortunately, there were no Scourge gargoyles or bats inbetween the two settlements as the Scarlet Crusade and Argent Dawn's gryphon riders managed to keep the skies free of such disgusting creatures.
Not wanting to risk getting shot out of the sky, knowing just how paranoid some Scarlet Crusaders were, she decided to land her beast in the woods not too far from the city gates.
As she came upon the closed gates of Tyr's Hand, Lena leaned her head back and shouted at the two guards posted atop the walls. "Let me through!" she demanded.
"Sorry! Only members of the Scarlet Crusade may enter Tyr's Hand! Inquisitor's orders!" was the reply.
Obviously... she thought to herself, grumbling. She had lost her armor in her fight with the necromancer a few days ago and could not find her weapon. She had no true way of proving who she was. "This is Crusader Lena Trueshield. I demand to speak with the Inquisitor in charge!"
A few minutes passed by in silence before the gates finally opened. Barely enough to let the blonde woman through, even forcing her to move in sideways to get through the gates, which caused her huge breasts to rub against the wooden gate. She frowned, the sensation quite unpleasant.
On the other side, two guards waited for her, weapons drawn. "If you'll follow us, the Inquisitor will see you now." The two men were quite tall, wearing the usual colors of the Scarlet Crusade. Their faces hidden beneath those deep red helms, she knew their eyes were probably glued to the twin globes barely held by her thin linen tunic. She could also feel her hardened nipples poking against the fabric which, no doubt, only gave them more reasons to stare at her overinflated chestpillows.
The escort followed her through what had once been one of the most prosperous cities in Lordaeron. Now, it was but a shadow of its former self, Scarlet banners fluttering about here and there. Oh, the people living there still managed to live fairy normal lives in the shadow of the Scourge as it was the only city in the Plaguelands with access to the sea. Though the land was less decayed and sick than outside its walls, Tyr's Hand's lands produced less crops than required to sustain its population. To help with this, they would often trade with the Alliance, giving gold (which they had plenty of) in exchange for far more valuable food and supplies.
Finally, they arrived at the city's church. It stood atop a hill, looking over the rest of Tyr's Hand. Its structure was composed mostly of nearly pure white stone with a huge bell tower that only enhanced the building's already imposing presence.
Inside they went. It was mostly empty save for a couple of priests praying at the altar. The light of the setting sun filtered through the stained glass windows, illuminating the inside. In the central aisle, a carpet of a deep red extended from the door to the altar. She could barely hear a sound save for her muffled steps as well as the two other guards' as they walked that carpet. She almost felt as though the armored pair following her were there to protect her, but it was quite the opposite as they were there to make sure she went to the right place.
Before reaching the altar, however, she and the guards following her made a sharp turn. She knew full well just where the Inquisitor usually hid. Slowly, they descended a flight of spiraling stairs, the walls going from white to gray, illuminated by torches every twenty steps or so. Down and down they went into the relative darkness of the Inquisitor's "workplace".
As they finally reached the bottom of the steps, they could finally hear some sounds coming through the thick wooden door blocking entrance to the room at the end. The nameless guard knocked on the door. Once. Twice. The sounds on the other side of the door suddenly stopped. A few moments later, it opened, revealing a man dressed in the usual attire of the Scarlet Inquisitors, which wasn't all that different from their priests, she thought.
