06-24-2010, 12:56 PM
The sound of her spells ringing in her ears was just enough to drown out Noodlemortis's shrill screams about his hair. Tha'nuist inhaled deeply, trying to tune out the battle around her in order to put her full concentration on her job. So far her efforts had been in vain.
A geist dropped down from the ceiling, targeting a shaking tauren warrior frozen with fear in her first real battle. A brief smirk crossed the elf's face as she shielded the warrior, amused that the tauren had succeeded enough in the tournament to be given the job of following up the Champion push. A hunter in the back took the opportunity and quickly took the geist down.
The forces began to push ahead, and Tha'nuist nodded once at the still trembling warrior before she turned to follow the charge.
Tha'nuist stayed with the group, wholly unsure of the plan and unfazed by the fact that she had no idea. The priest always had trouble concentrating on briefings.
The explanations were always long-winded and boring, especially if Donalzon was charged with the duty. Her glowing green eyes had glazed over as they had stood at the door, the Paladin droning on and on about every little detail.
She hadn't failed with her philosophy of "Heal like mad and don't stand in bad things". Sure, she had a few close calls here and there, but who was keeping track? The elf bit her lip as she worried about Melikar. He'd be the one keeping count.
The forces in the citadel put her philosophy to the test. Keeping her robes held off the floor with one hand, she madly dashed around avoiding the blue flames. Sweat collected on her body, and during the brief moments when she was able to stand still she shivered as the chill of the throne touched her sharply.
Time felt as if it was passing faster than normal as the forces made their way to the Lich King. Unable to catch her breath, Tha'nuist stayed with the Champions as they hit the final corridor, ready for what was just beyond.
A geist dropped down from the ceiling, targeting a shaking tauren warrior frozen with fear in her first real battle. A brief smirk crossed the elf's face as she shielded the warrior, amused that the tauren had succeeded enough in the tournament to be given the job of following up the Champion push. A hunter in the back took the opportunity and quickly took the geist down.
The forces began to push ahead, and Tha'nuist nodded once at the still trembling warrior before she turned to follow the charge.
Tha'nuist stayed with the group, wholly unsure of the plan and unfazed by the fact that she had no idea. The priest always had trouble concentrating on briefings.
The explanations were always long-winded and boring, especially if Donalzon was charged with the duty. Her glowing green eyes had glazed over as they had stood at the door, the Paladin droning on and on about every little detail.
She hadn't failed with her philosophy of "Heal like mad and don't stand in bad things". Sure, she had a few close calls here and there, but who was keeping track? The elf bit her lip as she worried about Melikar. He'd be the one keeping count.
The forces in the citadel put her philosophy to the test. Keeping her robes held off the floor with one hand, she madly dashed around avoiding the blue flames. Sweat collected on her body, and during the brief moments when she was able to stand still she shivered as the chill of the throne touched her sharply.
Time felt as if it was passing faster than normal as the forces made their way to the Lich King. Unable to catch her breath, Tha'nuist stayed with the Champions as they hit the final corridor, ready for what was just beyond.