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| - Standing on the Zeppelin platform was not nearly as unpleasant as their last time. His captive from before was now his companion. The guards near the zeppelin were looking for a rogue and a human, not a poor, half-clothed Forsaken and a bag of bones wrapped only in a hooded cloak. Silently they stood there waiting for the zeppelin to arrive. Horde trickled in and stood beside them, unseeing and uncaring. Lucia was visibly nervous at first. She had to place great trust in the potions disguise and it was difficult to do being surrounded by ones enemies. It was not that she doubted the disguises ability, it was the consequences if it were to fail. She felt a gloved hand slip into hers and warm, glowing eyes looked at her. She smiled up at her rogue and the tension slipped away. Their wait was short with not a single word passing between those waiting on the platform. Boarding the zeppelin, it was hard to conceal his smile. They were heading back to Grom Gol and this potion should take them all the way there. Goldshire was within reach, he thought while boarding the goblin contraption. They slowly made their way to the bottom hold. Again, they were unaccompanied and settled down for the ride. Smiling, he looked into the black holes where Lucias eyes would have been. She looked up at him and a smile, he assumed, spread over her skeletal face. It faded quickly, however and he knew that she was dwelling on the dark things that had transpired so very recently. He waved at her as goofily as he could manage to try and get her to smile. Sacrificing his dignity to get her to smile worked and she giggled quietly behind a bony hand. Emboldened by her laughter, he scooted over to where she was sitting and made himself comfortable at her feet. He pointed to her boney knee and whistled softly. The bonk on his head was sudden but not unexpected. Kopfjagger was determined to keep Lucias mind occupied on anything but what had just transpired back in the Undercity. The best way to do that, he decided, was to keep her laughing and her mind occupied. He pointed to his mouth and said the word in his native tongue for it. She tilted her head and then nodded and tried to repeat the word back to him. She got it on the second try. It took him entirely too long to say it in the human language so he just gave up and set about teaching her his language. Her mind was much more attuned to languages than his. The long days of the summer meant that sunset strolls were possible and he took full advantage of them when he could get his bride to accompany him. It was not often that they could both break away from the daily routine of running a small farm and a house with two children, but this evening was one of them. They walked hand in hand along the rolling hills, chatting quietly about the things that made up their lives. What was said was not nearly as important as who the conversation was with. Slowly, the sky lit up as if it were on fire. Just as slowly the fire faded into the deep purple of twilight. He hardly noticed as he continuously lost himself in the loving eyes of his bride. She was really quite good at this, he acknowledged. It rarely took her more than two tried to understand and speak a new word. He was running out of words to say and had resorted to pantomiming more complicated words. Her frequent giggles at his antics always brought a self-conscious grin but he kept on. Her ability to speak his language, even roughly, may come in handy. And, he confessed to himself, she really did have a great little giggle. A sharp turn and the slowing of the machine driving the propeller let them know that their ride was nearly over. Reluctantly, the Head Hunter and the skeletal woman gathered their belongings and stood near the stairs. Kopfjagger was forced to take a step back as a violent hug wrapped itself around him. He smiled down at the top of Lucias hooded skull and gave it a quick kiss before separating. Lucia's potion still had a little bit of time left to it and it would more than likely take her out of Grom Gol. He would take her as far as Darkshire, but that was where he would have to say good-bye to her. There was no way that he was going to risk any more accidents in Goldshire. She would have to finish the journey by herself. He hefted his bag with his blanket-wrapped swords loosely strapped to the top and waited. With a small lurch, the zeppelin was finally in place. Kopfjagger and Lucia in her skeleton disguise made their way to the top deck and onto the platform in Grom Gol. As soon as his feet hit the platform, fear gripped his throat. A loud, booming and hollow voice slammed into him. "Kopfjagger, Forsaken Rogue, you are hereby under arrest on the Authority of the Dark Lady herself," pronounced the ominous voice. The figure was reading from a scroll very much like the one that Kopfjagger had sent to his Queen. News travels fast. "The crime is High Treason and the punishment is tortured exile. Do not resist or your spirit will be sent to somewhere far worse than the nether." The Forsaken reciting the proclamation was clad in jet black robes and had a massive, glowing staff on his back. An imp danced eagerly by his side. There were two Abominations on either side of him and at least a dozen armor clad Forsaken acting as guards. All of the Horde in Grom Gol were watching in fascination and wonder. Forsaken versus Forsaken was not a common sight. The robed Warlock did not even chance a glance at Lucia in her skeleton form. If he looked at her, or showed any emotion towards here, they may very well figure out that this is indeed the human they also seek. Her illusion had to hold. Kopfjagger saw no way out. He simply held out his hands. Please Lucia, he thought to himself, just go. You can make it the rest of the way. Please, save yourself and your children. ((This part of the story was written in partnership by Kopfjagger and Lucia. I have the honor of retelling it but at least half, if not more, of the creative power comes directly from Lucia even though her name does not appear to the left of the post. *bows deeply to Lucia* Thank you, Lucia, for letting me retell our story, I hope to do it justice.))
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