Halford WYRMBANE

slayer of PISSWYRMS

jfc

blizzard dude plz out yourself

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2790447&forum_id=2#27176424)

allahu akbar

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2790447&forum_id=2#27176511)

http://www.wowwiki.com/File:Halford_Wyrmbane_TCG.jpg

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2790447&forum_id=2#27176982)

http://imgur.com/M7N0LYB.jpg

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2790447&forum_id=2#27178688)

http://www.wowwiki.com/Halford_Wyrmbane?oldid=1526172

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2790447&forum_id=2#27178907)

sounds about right

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2790447&forum_id=2#27197438)

"Rachel," he smiled, holding his hand out to her. She gave him the documents which he promptly flung aside and took her own hand instead.

"Sir?" A blush painted her porcelain skin.

"You can call me Halford in here, dear." He chuckled.

The woman was actually rather lovely for a soldier, if a bit thin and underfed. Blonde hair was pulled back away from her face revealing large doe eyes and generous lips. She wore the 7th Legion standard issue plate and alliance tabard with a light mace secured at her hip.

Releasing her hand the High Commander sighed and looked down to his desk, "How fares your father?"

Rachel scowled, not really wanting to broach the subject, "Not well, sir. The physicians insist that he leave Northrend and return home to rest and get away from the cold, but he'll hear none of it, insisting he must continue on while there's still a war to be won."

Halford smiled weakly, "Yes, that sounds like him."

The woman hovered behind the desk looking antsy, as though she had something more to say, though Wyrmbane seemed to not take notice.

"I know they're important but these daily reports bore me to tears," he chuckled, stretching his arms over his head. A sharp pang coursed through his neck and he abruptly let out a grunt and brought his hand to it, rubbing the affected area.

"Are you all right, sir?" Rachel asked, wide-eyed.

"Oh yes, fine fine. Just got nicked earlier by one of those fiends clamoring in from the town, nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure, sir? Did you have one of the healers look at it?"

"Yes yes, of course," he waved his hand dismissively as though the wound had been nothing.

"I... I can take a look at it if you like," she offered, almost hopefully.

He chuckled, "Really, it's nothing. I've survived much worse."

She nodded, "Of course sir. I know that healing will mend the skin back together but can often leave the dull aches of pain behind... if you would permit sir, I might be able to help with that..."

"Truly? Well, if it gets this kink out of my neck, by all means." He sat back in his chair expectantly, lacing his fingers together across his abdomen.

Rachel blushed again, "It's not magic sir, more of a er... technique."

"Oh? What sort of technique?"

She wrung her hands together nervously, how did one broach the subject of giving your superior officer a massage?

"I um, use my hands, sir." She held them up, immediately feeling stupid.

Halford chuckled again, "Go ahead, then."

She made her way around the desk behind the High Commander, avoiding his eyes. Once she stood over him she stammered again, "Sir, it uh, works better when you're not wearing armor."

"Hah, of course." He rose and methodically began removing the heavy pieces of plate from his shoulders and chest, an amused twitch gracing his face, the woman obviously mortified with herself for having offered such a thing.

Vaedra sighed silently from her vantage point within the stairs, how long was this woman going to loiter around for? She seemed to fancy the High Commander, but was much too shy to try anything about it while he seemed content to watch her struggle. The rogue flexed her muscles to help prevent cramping, she might be here a while yet...

Once the armor had been removed, Halford retook his seat and the woman slowly placed her hands upon his shoulders, gently working the muscles in his neck and back. He murmured appreciatively under her expert fingers.

"That feels amazing, where did you learn to do such a thing?"

Rachel couldn't help but to grin with pride, pleased that she was doing well and had been bold enough to try this in the first place.

"My mother's housekeeper taught me, she is a very skilled healer, just not with magic. She uses herbs and salves in a way we've never seen before and showed me how human hands can sometimes be just as effective as spells at um, mending. Sir."

He nodded, sighing contentedly, enjoying the feel of her hands. It had been quite some time since he'd enjoyed a woman's company, but a pang of guilt struck him when he remembered who the girl was. The daughter of one of his dear friends, not a superior officer, but still a pronounced member of the 7th Legion. He certainly would not appreciate Halford mooning over his young, impressionable daughter...

A succinct knock came at the door suddenly, and before the High Commander could summon whomever it was or turn them away the door opened, admitting a soldier with his arms full of various scrolls. His head was down as he barged in and began talking hurriedly.

"Sir! I bring news from the front. Apparently the scourge have--"

Halford cleared his throat. The soldier looked up to see the High Commander seated in his chair free of his armor with a young woman standing behind him, her hands on his shoulders.

"It's late, soldier."

The man's eyes went wide. "Uhh, yes sir! Terribly sorry sir! I'll just ahh, be off now. My apologies again sir." Turning to depart the rich, commanding voice of his superior officer addressed him again.

"And soldier?"

The man looked over his shoulder, "Yes, sir?"

Halford sighed, looking more than irritated. "No point in knocking if you don't wait for a summons, now is there?"

"Of course sir, it won't happen again." The man fled from the room, shutting the door behind him.

Rachel looked exceedingly uncomfortable, "Maybe I should go, sir..." She began to step away from the High Commander.

"Nonsense! Don't let that rude interruption spoil our conversation, Rachel." He grabbed her hand, squeezing lightly.

She turned and looked down at him. "If you're sure, sir."

"Halford, dear!" He commanded playfully.

"Halford then," she tested out, her cheeks reddening.

Rolling his head from side to side carefully, he smiled up at her. "You seem to have done wonders with your hands."

Rachel's mouth went dry, she nodded emphatically in an attempt to fill the silence, her eyes cast on the wooden planks of the floor.

While her gaze was shifted downward he allowed his eyes to travel up her form, taking in her armor-clad body and secretly wondering what she looked like underneath. She was unaware of his scrutiny and when he reached her face he slapped himself mentally again, seeing the unmarred features indicating her youth.

Lecherous old man... he silently berated himself.

"Sir, I-I... Halford. I have a question if I may..."

"Of course, Rachel."

"I don't mean to be rude or blunt, I just... can't help but wonder. You're not a young man anymore, why have you not settled down and started a family?"

The High Commander exhaled slowly, his eyes closing. "You're right, I'm not a young man. But my duty to the 7th Legion will always come first, as long as there is need of us, we will be there. I wouldn't be able..."

"Many soldiers are able to balance their families and duties though, sir!" She interjected suddenly. "Surely you could find a way as well."

He shook his head sadly, "Should I truly find someone special to me, I fear I would not be able to devote myself to them as much as they would deserve. And my station is surely a dangerous one, if they cared about me as deeply as I hope they would, I would not want to subject to them to the pain of loss."

"But sir!" She pleaded, her doe eyes unimaginably wide and glistening. "Surely you deserve to be happy as everyone else does. I'm... I'm sure whoever you might find would be overjoyed to have the opportunity to spend whatever time with you that they could, although it might be short..." She looked away, biting her lip.

He smiled up at her, her idealistic notions warmed his heart, but her naivety again reminded him of her age.

"If only I could find someone so special," he gazed into her eyes.

Vaedra groaned inwardly at their flirtatious display. She certainly hoped she had never looked so foolish or fawning when she had been younger. The woman seemed truly enamored with the High Commander though it was more difficult to discern if he genuinely returned her feelings or was just looking to not sleep alone that night. She gritted her teeth and continued to watch.

Halford stood and cupped Rachel's face in his hand, looking down at her tenderly. Rachel's heart pounded in her chest, he looked like he wanted to kiss her which was what she was secretly hoping for.

Bracing herself she waited, eyes searching his. Instead of receiving the kiss she wanted, his hand fell away from her face, his eyes dejected.

"Sir?" She whimpered tremulously.

"I can't, Rachel."

"Can't what, sir?" Her lip quivering.

He raked his hands through his hair, "Your father... you're... he's my friend and you're his daughter, and I'm no young man myself..." he trailed off, unable to articulate what he wanted to convey.

"My father?" Confusion clouded her features. "Halford..." she felt odd using his name but loved saying it. "I love my father dearly and I understand that the two of you are friends but I don't want him to stand in the way of my happiness. I... I could die here. The undead seem to grow stronger every day. I don't want to fall regretting what could have been." If it was possible her brown eyes grew larger, taking in all of the man of her affection. Gathering her courage she placed a hand on his shoulder, stepping in close and craned her neck upward, inviting her mouth to be kissed.

Hesitation crossed Wyrmbane's features as he regarded the woman in his embrace. But it was soon overcome with something else when he could no longer resist the temptation that so readily presented itself. His mouth descended onto her, her hands coming up around his neck to draw him closer.

Rachel tingled all over as his lips caressed hers, slightly dazed that it was really happening. Murmuring against his mouth she sighed happily, eager to continue.

Lifting the woman as though she weighed nothing at all, Halford gracefully sat her down on his large desk so that he might better access her mouth and neck. Standing between her armored thighs he nuzzled into her throat, nipping gently. Rachel gasped excitedly, her gaze traveling to the bed in the corner of the room.

"Should we..." she stammered.

"No, right here." He murmured against her lips, his hands moving to undo the plated armor. "That is... if you're sure." He pulled back suddenly to inspect her face.

"Yes, absolutely."

He needed no further encouragement. Moving swiftly he began to unfasten all the buckles and clasps holding her armor in place, revealing the lithe body underneath piece by piece.

Oh no... Vaedra covered her face, not believing this was happening right in front of her.

Once the offensive metal had been pulled away Halford started on Rachel's clothes, her own hands shakily trying to rid him of his. She lifted her hips so that he may slide the breeches down her slender legs, his hands trailing the skin wherever cloth fell away. The woman sat naked upon the High Commander's desk, suddenly looking nervous and self-conscious.

He smiled reassuringly at her, tilting her chin to look up at him. "You're very beautiful, Rachel." His fingers trailed across her prominent collarbone and slid downward to cup her small breasts, his lips following suit.

Halford was breathing heavily and almost too far gone to care but he noticed her slightly rigid form. Reluctant, but wanting to be a gentleman, "Dear, I don't want you to do anything you're not ready for..."

She snapped back to life and out of her reverie suddenly. Giving him a sly smirk beneath lash covered eyes, "Oh, I'm definitely ready." Her hands reached for his pants. He helped her along, quickly pulling them off and nestling himself between her thighs.

Halford thanked the Light as he plunged into her warm, soft body that she wasn't a virgin, lest her father have both his heads...

While Halford was busy thanking the Light, Vaedra was cursing any deity that might be listening for subjecting her to the scene before her. She tried to look away but her choices were the the dark, musty ground beneath his floorboards or watching the High Commander's powerful back and legs flex as he thrust into the woman on the desk.

So, I grant you lenience and allow you extra time to complete your task and this is how you spend it?

Vaedra nearly thumped her skull into the wooden plank over her head she was so surprised to hear his voice after nearly two weeks of silence.

Go away... she seethed back, her annoyance glaringly obvious.

The voice laughed at her.

I nearly have him, do you wish to distract me? Vaedra snapped back, the lovers heavy breathing and gasps piercing the air.

It would be difficult to imagine you not being distracted at this moment... he cackled again, the echo slowly trailed off.

Vaedra tried to collect herself, ignoring the sounds being made just a few feet away from her position. She had a decision to make, she could either wait and see if the girl would leave and have her be implicated in the High Commander's murder, or kill them both outright. Remembering the hasty soldier's intrusion from earlier she knew it was very likely that the girl could be accused of treason and murder for she would be the last one seen with Wyrmbane, in which case her fate of execution would already be sealed. Or if the 7th Legion didn't get to her first then the undead certainly would... Letting her live made much more sense from the perspective of protecting Vaedra's cover, but she had reservations; perhaps it would be more merciful to just kill her now and spare her that wretched death...

Rachel murmured, slowly laying back against the desk, her legs wrapped around Halford's hips snugly, her eyes closed in ecstasy. She couldn't believe this was actually happening, so many nights she had dreamt of it, trying to imagine a perfect scenario where they would come together, but none of it compared to the feel of him now, gently rocking his pelvis into hers. She moaned, utterly delighted, as did he, when Halford grunted suddenly and she felt warm, wet droplets suddenly sprinkle across her belly.

Confused that her lover's movement had stopped and by the warmth she felt on her abdomen, she opened her eyes.

Red speckling littered her stomach and breasts, looking up, all she saw was Halford, blood dribbling from his lips, and a blade piercing him clean through, the tip poking out of his chest and crimson running down from the wound.

Pushing herself up with her arms, her mouth open to cry out, the blade swiftly moved forward, cleanly through the High Commander and into her.

Rachel's lips opened and closed several times, her mind reeled, everything seemed fuzzy. Halford's stare seemed dull and disoriented.

They lay as such for many moments, neither victim able to see their assailant, bodies suspended together with a single sword, their lifeblood slowly seeping out to wash the other's skin. Rachel felt herself growing weak and cold, she slowly fell back against the desk, Halford's muscled body followed, collapsing onto hers, their hips still joined from their lovemaking.

Vaedra withdrew her sword carefully, her arm was trembling. She looked down at the two intertwined lovers, their blood mingling together as had their bodily juices only a few moments before. They probably weren't even dead yet, their organs drowning slowly from the single stab wound.

Finally afforded a view of the High Commander's face, she found that he was younger than she had expected, just beginning to climb the summit of the hill to middle age. Lines of hardness ran through his features though, indicating his experience and the many battles he had fought and won. There would be no winning the battle soon to come however...

Nausea seized the rogue suddenly, she ran to the corner of the room and retched, her stomach heaving, her limbs shaking profusely. The gory sight was nothing new to her, unless it stirred in her something else...

Something in Vaedra snapped; pure, unadulterated terror gripped her heart then, her palms began to sweat, her eyes widened in panic. What had she done? What had she become? She was dooming her entire race, all of Azeroth perhaps, and for what?! To save her own skin? What darkness had perverted her soul so severely that she had such callous disregard for anything and everyone but herself... She might save herself from the Lich King's wrath by doing his bidding, but what good was it to live if she had no one to share it with but the mindless undead that had seized control of all that was living...

Looking at the motionless figures on the desk she cowered away from them, shrinking into the corner, irrationally afraid that they would arise at any moment, their limbs twisting horribly into horrendous zombies to seek retribution on her from the grave...

She had to get out of there! Gathering her belongings she fled from the room, having the rationale to at least stick to the shadows and avoid capture, but apparently not enough to have left the scene of her crime in such a state of disarray. Normally her kills were immaculate, the High Commander's room though showed signs of her tampering with the floorboards, vomit in the corner, footprints in the blood that had oozed onto the floor...

Disappearing into the darkness, tears streamed down her face, knowing it was already too late to save Wintergarde Keep. Events had already been set in motion.

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*doobs unstealths holding camera*

*pushes halford desperately trying to wake him up*

"..heh...heh...heh....HEH...HEH"

his eyes well up with tears. he collapses to the ground

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2790447&forum_id=2#27663257)