MMarrie

Vyleera Copperlight slid off her mounts back, approaching the huge, disgusting door in front of the group. The group was made up of three Elves and Vyleera, a Goblin. They all approached the door cautiously as they were all extremely disgusted by it. What looked to be a door was now covered in random bug limbs, each still twitching, huge pussing warts, the pus dripping down, coating most of the bug limbs in a slimy yellow-ish goo. Beneath all of the limbs and puss Vyleera saw a slight glow..Runes maybe? “Hey, the runes on the door are still glowing.” She murmured inching closer. “That means they’re still active,”

Vyl stood in front of a small mirror, eyeing the light scar around her neck, a darker one wrapping around her shoulders, and another dark one wrapping around her waist. She sighs softly running her hand over all of them, she still remembered getting them, had nightmares about them each night. She had gone to Orgrimar, not openly wearing her Steelbolt tabord, but she was recognized. An Orc, huge and plated in the Kor'Kron armor. His gruff voice called her out, barking for her to face her fate as a fugitive from the  laws of Orgrimar. She of course had done nothing wrong, but the group she had been with in the time, Steel Bolt Mafia, well they