The view from the roof of the church was rather nice as well. You could see almost the ruins Lordaeron as a whole and in the horizon the dim street lanterns illuminating town of Brill. It feels almost like home: "No it doesn't" - I could not help, but smile at the sight, it was after all a worthy thing to force my lips into submission to show some emotion for the dark night.
- "Jack!" - A familiar voice. A deep and dark voice, but full of charisma: "Miss Jack. Get down from there." - I turn my glance from the beautiful view down to the entrance of the church towards the voice. I see a short man dressed in dark clad robes and carrying a symbol of our "forgotten" faith: "Short knife cut black hair, meter and half in size, masculine, alpha-male, subject of the forgotten shadow, priest and he never smiles." - Father Jonah? - "I am not going to ask you twice miss."
I slide down from rafters towards the edge of the roof and bounce down with utmost grace. The roof screams underneath my heels as always. The whole building could use some repairs unless someone whom built it had the bright idea of making it blend in with the ruined theme.
- "Agent Jack to be precise dear father and I was merely admiring the view. It is quite pretty like a painting" - I display a wide grin on my face after the phrase. Maybe because Jonah grimaces at my sudden stunt and quick display of words. The priest rubs his chin that is covered with traces of a black beard before he speaks with the usual cold and charismatic tone of voice. As and, if he had drank whiskey during his whole life before the unlife that is: "I believe someone has noticed your devotion towards our church." - He speaks before handing over a sealed envelope. It was black like night with a crimson red seal: "How fancy."
- "Oh really? Wow. Finally my tenacity is rewarded." - Jonah interrupts me in mid of my sentence: "Don't count your chickens before they're hatched, Agent Jack. Your work for the church has been noted, but it doesn't mean you should cease doing your best."
- "Of course. However do you have any idea what this is about?" - I wave the envelope in front of his face with a slight giggle escaping from me to which he replies with the usual grumpy stare and words: "Its a clue that might help you on your path towards greater devotion, agent Jack. I pray that you will use it wisely."
He turns on his heels and walks back inside of the church with his black cloak swaying in the air in almost dramatic fashion while he also speaks. This time in slightly less cold tone: "Iv heard you love solving puzzles. I hope this puzzle will keep you occupied for some time."
I stare at him as he closes the great wooden door behind him: "Get out of here stalker." - I hear him saying as the doors slams shut to which I chuckle a little before turning around and walking across the streets of the ruins without any destination in mind. - "They hate you and your attitude towards everything and everyone."
As I walk around the ruins for a while, I come by a small waterspring made from stone. Its no longer functional and the gray color of the stone speaks of its age. Slowly I climb on its edge and place my rear on it before taking another look at the black envelope: "The texture is black, but there is no signs of the paper being dyed. Surface is still smooth and brand new." - Soon my curiosity takes over me and I open the envelope by breaking its seal. Carefully I drag the piece of papper out from within with my index finger. The letter is folded neatly in perfect manner and as I unfold it, I see a phrase written on the white surface with black ink.
- "There is no sense in that. None at all" - As I look upon the phrase I begin to ponder the meaning of it. It made no sense to begin with at first, but for some reason my thoughts quickly led me two weeks back into the skies of Pandaria: "Oh yeah. It was a dark night back then wasn't it?"
- "Indeed it was. Almost as dark as now."
The wind howls loudly as I steer across the midnight sky. The nightmarish sound of bat screeching fills my ears like sweet melody of music and the destination was in my sight right below of me and the creature which I was riding on. All I have to do now is to descend in rapid fashion.
- "Well? Are you going to jump my dear or will I have to give you a little tug?"
I let go of the reins and push my self off from the back of the bat. Instantly I start to fall down from the sky while the trusty beast with leathery wings turns around and heads back to where we came from. During my rapid descend I muster a grin on my face as this might be the one of the few things I enjoy in life. Stunts.
- "Focus. We are closing in the ground fast. Time to pull the strings." - I reach for a wire that hangs from the back of the parachute pack. I pull it once and soon after twice. Nothing happens: "No no no!" - I giggle and yell as soon as I realize the contraption wasn't working properly. What now? - "The fail-safe-wire. Have your tried it yet?" - Quickly I reach around from the other side and pull the shorter string. Almost instantly after it I feel a violent yank on my back as the parachute is unleashed and slows my rapid descend swiftly: "A close call?"
The parachute helps me to glide down towards the ground in gentle speed. Towards a grassy plains of green. What a boring color. As soon as I hit the solid ground, I retract the straps from my back which held the parachute together and leave it there. Should someone find it would have no chance in connecting it to my presence in here. It could be of anyone's possession: "I'd wager it would belong to a goblin or a gnome." - I had no time to hide it either. I need to reach the Halfhill before dawn and to which I ran towards the whole night without a stop.
Hours later I reach the small village in time. The dawn wasn't even here yet and thus I spent the last hours establishing surveillance around the place. Taking notes of the locals, possible vantage points for observation and hideouts. I could not help, but notice the banner of white, gold and black just nearby. The argent crusade were just near of the place as well, but why?
The following few days I spent observing mostly during the bright day. It was annoyingly painful for my eyes as they had begun to shun bright light over the past few months. Maybe because I had spent so much of my time wandering in the night and dark places. However I had my white priestess gown with me which had a grand cowl. It was perfect as the cowl concealed my head almost completely. Shielding my eyes from the bright light of the sun.
On the night of third day I was daring enough to approach one of the argent crusade members in friendly fashion. An undead like my self which wasn't too uncommon sight however. I had seen plenty during my visits in Heartglen. I focus my gaze upon him as I at the same time reserve the bench next to his for my self.
- "Standard height, dressed in robes of the crusades signature colors, aged facial features, somewhat frail structure, reading a tome that belongs to the scarlet crusade?"
- "Oh, hello there, miss. Well met." - The tone of his voice sounds calm, raspy and oddly common, but also slightly shaky.
- "His name, Ernest. Occupation, Cleric of the crusade. Servant of the light." - "Hello mister Ernest"
- "Ah? We've met? My apologies, I can't quite place you. Are you w-with the Crusade?"
- "A rather bright day here in the pandaria don't you think. A bright day for a bright talk perhaps, hehe?" - I snicker quietly for my self. - "Or at least I was hoping to have one with you."
- "Oh, um... quite nice weather, yes. And I'd be quite happy to chat. Might I have a name, though?"
- "Janite Van Darkfield." - "Jack. I am or least I was a student of Ma'am Odette. Perhaps you have heard of her? I think she is part of the crusade."
- "Oh, indeed, I've met her quite a few times... a Shadow Priestess, yes?"
- "Mhm indeed, but with a great ideology and point of view that is not one sided. I was hoping to inquire more about the matter or at least to hear your point of view on the matter between the two. It might help me to understand and more."
- "Between the light and shadow, you mean?"
- "Yep. Odette was a perfect mentor as she had a good point of view in both, but she never really managed to teach me much. Very busy madam or so I have heard."
We spoke about the subject for hours and hours without a stop. I can't deny the fact that his view on the matter was very open minded at best: "Did it help you to understand more?" - Yes it did, but it also left me with too many questions that I now need answers for. I might have also frightened the poor old fellow: "I think he deserved to know."
- "Well, you said yourself it's somewhat lonely... doesn't seem fair to you, r-really."
- "Fair? No its not - Is it bothering me? Maybe. - Have I tried to do something about it? Yes I have. Did it work? Hardly, but often the best outcome with interaction comes when I am what I pretend to be."
- "And what's th-that?" - To which I replied by opening my satchel, exposing him the various masks of skin from the peoples I had turned into dolls: "Ah, good times."
- "An infiltrator?"
- "Haha. No. Stalker." - I then quickly closed my satchel before anyone else could take a peek in it: "A stalker? Of what?"
- "Of death."
Soft rain begun to pour down from the dark night sky of Lorderaon. I'm still sitting on the same spot on the wellspring, staring at the phrase on the letter: "Do you still remember what mister Ernest told you about the ascension?" - "Yes. Yes I do. The talk we had begins to make more sense now. It was like a puzzle with missing pieces. This phrase might be one of those pieces that I need to complete the puzzle."
I look upon the phrase once more before I slide it back into the envelope. It reads: "The answers you seek lies within you."
- "Does this mean we will begin to stalk peoples again instead of their undergarments?" - "Yes it does. A grimdark tomorrow awaits."