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Loyal Follower By: Lyrissa "Beware, Commander, one of your trusted followers is a traitor!" The whispered warning made Adric quirk an eyebrow and consider the words carefully. He had no reason to suspect any of his followers of any sort of treasonous activity, but still he always trusted Illyria's advice. Adric stood up from his planning table, eyeing the room as if he was prepared to see a Horde assassin or Iron Horde spy lunge at him from the shadows, but nothing happened. All Adric saw was the familiar furnishings of his town hall building which had become his home away from home. Adric turned to Illyria, unsure of what to think. "Who is it? And how? Everyone who is assigned to such an important role in the Draenor campaign is carefully scrutinized," the warrior said slowly, as if he was weighing each word. Illyria shrugged, causing her full bosom to shift appealingly. The night elf rogue was of course taller than Adric was, her pale purple- skinned frame lithely muscular. Her long hair was a midnight blue and seemed almost black in the warm light of the command room. She had taken to wearing the styles of Draenor when they had come to this world, something Adric quietly enjoyed each and every day the night elf reported to him. Her orc-made garment showed off much of her supple skin and gave Adric a good view of her cleavage. Amazingly, Illyria hadn't even commented on her new wardrobe beyond saying that it felt more traditional and comfortable to her. Adric found no reason to dispute this. She reminded the human of an oversized jungle cat of some kind, senses always on the alert for the slightest sound or hint of movement. The fact that Illyria could wear such a skimpy outfit and yet emerge from countless battles without a single scar spoke of her competence. In contrast to the exotic appearance of his follower, Adric Farrow looked and acted like what he was: A simple farmer's son who had joined the army of Stormwind to protect his homeland yet who never left his humble beginnings behind. He was dressed in a masterful suit of armor as befitted a Commander, yet he refrained from dressing in anything too ornate or gaudy. This reflected well on his handsome, chiseled features, with a straight nose, steely blue eyes and messy blonde hair. He bore himself with the confidence of someone who is used to issuing orders, yet who was not haughty or isolated from the people serving him. These traits had served Adric well and let him rise in the ranks of the Alliance military to become a Commander, entrusted to direct parts of the Draenor war effort. Part of that duty was picking out trustworthy and capable seconds and allies to help him make the right decisions, and Illyria was one of the most competent followers Adric had. "I've been with SI:7 for a long time now, Commander. You should know that I never make an accusation without ample amounts of evidence," she said, giving a shrug which usually indicated to Adric that Illyria was not ready to elaborate further on a topic. "Of course I trust your judgment," Adric said, leaning against the map table. "However how am I going to protect myself from this traitor if I don't know who it is? Work with me here, Illyria." The night elf chuckled, stretching her lithe body and giving Adric a nice view of her firm tummy. "If I had the name, I'd give it to you. I've narrowed it down to a few suspects, but I don't have all the pieces of the puzzle yet. They might catch wind and I definitely don't want to finger the wrong person." "Understandable, and prudent," Adric said with a nod. "What we are going to do is set a trap," Illyria said in a soft tone, looking almost mischievous. "I will give you a list of three names, and you will select those three followers to go with you when you attend the strategy summit in Stormwind. One of those three is the traitor, and no doubt they will be overjoyed to be selected for a mission to a sensitive Alliance meeting. Presented with such a tempting array of secrets to pilfer, and unaware that we will be watching them, they will walk right into... a trap." Adric was barely aware that Illyria's dagger had left its sheath until after it was jammed into the thick wood of the table, still vibrating a little from the impact. As the rogue retrieved her weapon, Adric grinned. This is how he knew Illyria could always be trusted completely. Having someone who was so skilled in stealth and lethal in battle yet who was always looking after him and watching his back was someone Adric felt he could trust. "Very well, let's set the trap right now. I should announce who I will bring as retainers on the trip soon anyway. Who are the three you want me to bring?" "The first is Nelandris Leafshadow," Illyria said thoughtfully, carefully gauging Adric's reaction. Adric furrowed his brow in thought. The other night elf was a bit of a reclusive, that was certainly true. The huntress spent most of her time in the wild and only returned to the Garrison sparsely to give reports or resupply. Yet still Adric wondered why a kaldorei would ever betray the Alliance and he could not think of any time when Nelandris had acted oddly or suspiciously. He nodded for Illyria to continue. "Second, Sinaria Blackthorn," the rogue continued. Now here was something that made more sense in Adric's mind. He had never trusted warlocks after hearing all the stories of the horrors wrought by those dark spellcasters, and Sinaria with her odd sense of humor and superior attitude seemed to fit his mental idea of someone who had wasn't entirely honest. His only doubt was that Sinaria had been a dutiful servant of the Alliance for a long time, even before serving with Adric's garrison in Draenor. And as a high elf, would she not have succumbed to the lure of magic and become a full-fledged blood elf had she been tempted into betraying them? "The final suspect is Anya Trueshield." Adric's eyes widened in surprise and he stared at the night elf as if she had grown a second head. "The paladin?" Adric asked incredulously, certain that he had misheard what Illyria had said. "Anya Trueshield the paladin?" "That's right. Justicar Trueshield is indeed one of the three suspects," the rogue said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Believe me, I have reasons to suspect each of the three, even her." Adric's head spun and he slumped back into his chair. Anya was a pious paladin, always offering moral guidance or spiritual advice in times of weakness or sorrow. Almost always clad in her gleaming armor, she had been a fixture in Adric's garrison since the very start, and while she rarely opened up to anyone, everyone trusted her. Adric could not fathom how Illyria could even sustain the notion of Anya being some kind of spy for more than an instant, that's how ridiculous it was. "Commander. Adric. Just trust me on this. If nothing else, if it turns out the infiltrator is one of the others, it will be good to have Anya by our side, no?" Illyria said calmly. That made sense, although Adric still felt almost insulted by Illyria's insinuations about the paladin. "Another important thing to remember is that due to lady Trueshield being a paladin, and a very honest person, she might rush off to confront a suspect at the drop of a hat, thus making the true culprit become spooked. We must assume they are a deep-cover operative to have survived this long in Alliance territory, keeping their true allegiance a closely guarded secret. A paladin suddenly asking uncomfortable questions everywhere would be a huge warning sign." This made even more sense to Adric, who was mentally comparing the situation to sitting in a shelter waiting for a skittish deer to come close enough that you could shoot it. He nodded in agreement. "Very well. Anya, Sinaria and Nelandris shall accompany me to Stormwind when I depart at the end of the week." "And me, of course," Illyria added with a grin, sparkling white teeth visible between her soft lips. "Time to bait the trap," Adric said thoughtfully. "Although I hope by sir Uther's memory that you are wrong." "As do, Commander," Illyria said, walking towards the door. "As do I." *** "I'm still not sure why I'm here. It's not like I'm very good with this diplomacy stuff," Nelandris said with a disheartened tone as the five emissaries rode down one of the large cobblestone streets in Stormwind's market district. Adric rode at the front of the small procession, as was his lot as Commander. He worse the most ornate suit of armor he owned, one he only ever broke out for very formal occasions. The polished steel of the armor plates reflected the warm afternoon sun, and the bright gold and blue colors of his tabard and cloak made him appear even more majestic. Both tabard and cloak were both emblazoned with the lion's head of Stormwind's coat of arms, just to show his devotion to the Alliance. By comparison his shield and sword were somewhat plain, simply being the trusted heirlooms he had carried through many battles. His four chosen seconds rode slightly behind him, but close enough that all of them could converse casually as they rode. Illyria was mostly silent astride her lean black heavily armored warhorse but the other three were chatting away constantly. Nelandris was a night elf just like Illyria, but quite different in both appearance and demeanor. Her skin and hair were both almost alabaster white with pale blue markings which made her appear almost like a living statue. Her armor was colored in dull greens and browns, expertly fashioned to blend in with the deep forests and hills of Draenor. Her frostsaber mount matched her appearance with pure white fur and purple stripes. Sinaria the warlock rode next to Nelandris and they were as different as night and day, just as one might expect from night and high elves. Sinaria was curvaceous and lean, dressed in a skimpy black rode with large pointy shoulders. Her long crimson hair was set in a ponytail for convenience, and the cutouts in her robe showed off her soft, pale flesh nicely. Sinaria rode a thing which appeared as a charcoal black horse which was constantly blazing in cold fire. Adric knew that it was not a horse at all, but a dreadsteed, a horrifying demon creature from another plane. He shuddered a little. He had never felt comfortable around warlocks. Illyria and Anya rode behind the other two. The paladin sat on top of a magnificent white charger which made her appear much larger and imposing than she actually was. In actuality Anya was shorter than Adric was, and lighter, but she was still strong and tough with wiry muscles under her fair skin. Her neck-length raven black hair and sparkling blue eyes complemented her rough tomboy appearance well and she seemed to regard the crowds staring at them with a casual ease, smiling and waving occasionally as some passerby stopped to stare. Anya was dressed in a beautifully ornate suit of paladin plate which put Adric's to shame. A long blue cloak fluttered behind the paladin as she gripped the reins of her warhorse with one hand and her massive war hammer with the other. Adric was silently very happy that Anya was so relaxed around people, especially people who seemed to think that the five were some sort of celebrities. Behind the five, the crowd flowed back onto the street in the wake of the imposing procession, whispering and mumbling amongst themselves. The strategic summit was impossible to keep secret, as much as master Mathias Shaw of the SI:7 had tried to, and now people were eager to catch a glimpse of whatever heroes of the Alliance they could. Jaina Proudmoore, the legendary archmage Khadgar, the strange exarch Yrel of Draenor, the Council of Three Hammers... everyone who was anyone was going to attend. Adric felt pride swell inside his chest as he turned to study the beautiful banners wearing all manners of Alliance designs which hung from every steeple and wall. He was very proud of this honor and of the might of the Alliance, and yet the nagging doubt about the possible traitor in their midst kept rising to cloud his thoughts. "...and that's why they don't let you people out of the forests you know." Adric snapped out of his thoughts to catch the tail end of one of Sinaria's playful insults to Nelandris. He turned his head slightly to see the night elf huntress cast Sinaria a dirty look, but the high elf merely giggled and looked straight ahead. Adric sighed. "I picked you four because you are the most competent and trustworthy followers I have. Things are more under control in Draenor. We don't need to constantly be on our toes and can afford to attend the king's strategy meeting," Adric said with a shrug as a belated response to Nelandris. "I suppose that's true," the huntress said. "And it was good to have a proper bath again after I was recalled." Adric heard a snort as Sinaria stopped herself from laughing, and he couldn't help but smile. He felt more comfortable with his followers here, bantering playfully. It seemed to ease his tension. "Let's speed up the pace a bit," Illyria said from the back. "We don't want to be late." "Indeed," Anya agreed. "Especially to such a sensitive meeting." Adric spurred his horse on, and a little voice inside him was asking why Anya seemed to eager to get to the strategy meeting. He silenced it quickly. *** Adric snapped his eyes back open and forced himself to focus. He was seated on the long side of one of the largest tables he'd ever seen in his life, surrounded by other guests of all kinds. There were representatives of the military forces of all the Alliance races and then some, mages from Dalaran and even further afield, adventurers of note and people whose function Adric had no idea about. At the end of the chamber, some general was delivering a very long-winded and hard- to-follow speech, and Adric constantly felt his attention slip. As he once again tried to focus on what the old man with the heavy mustaches was saying, Adric caught a glimpse of something in his peripheral vision. The Commander turned his head to see Illyria standing near the doors of the chamber. While the strategy meeting was going on the retainers were standing guard outside to avoid crowding the hall any more than it already was. Adric envied Illyria and the others. Illyria gestured at him once again. It was a simple hand sign which Adric had learned meant "important news". He excused himself and shimmied out from his place at the table, walking briskly towards the exit. The night elf didn't say anything, simply nodding at the door and bearing a very serious look on her beautiful face. Adric nodded briefly and followed her out, giving the stern guards at the door a crisp military salute as he left. Once out in the corridor, Illyria hastily pulled Adric down the corridor and into a small alcove, well out of earshot of the guards or the rest of the followers who were mostly lounging around in the antechamber. "Sinaria and Nelandris are gone," Illyria whispered while keeping a lookout in case anyone strayed within earshot. "Sin got up to leave a little while ago, saying she was bored. Nelandris said she'd go look for her a little while later." Adric felt a chill run up his spine. "Do you think one of them... or both... are spying on the strategy meeting?" he asked, barely able to vocalize such an unthinkable suspicion. Even as the words left Adric's lips the little voice of doubt spoke up again. Of course one of them is spying, it said. Why else would they just happen to leave their posting during the strategy meeting? Adric silenced the voice quickly and turned to Illyria. "What do we do?" he whispered. "We can't make a move on them without evidence?" "No, we can't," Illyria agreed. "Which is why you will go back to the meeting while I go and see if I can find out where either of them are. Later tonight we'll set a little trap that the spy can't resist." Adric nodded. Despite the unpleasant fear of one of his most trusted aides being a traitor, he also felt relief as he felt that this definitely absolved the paladin Anya of any suspicion. He smiled a little and took a step to leave the alcove, but Illyria's hand shot out and grabbed his arm before he could move. "I'll sneak off first," the night elf whispered. "If someone's watching they won't see us together." Adric waited silently as the purple-skinned elf cautiously snuck out behind the statue, her bare feet almost completely silent against the floor. The warrior waited for a few more moments before stepping out himself and walking back towards the meeting chamber. As he turned the corner, he almost walked straight into Anya. Startling a little, Adric soon composed himself and smiled at her, though the smile was a bit strained. He hoped she wouldn't notice. "Commander? Is everything alright? You look... a little shaken?" Anya inquired, smiling softly at him. "I'm alright, lady Trueshield. The meeting room was making me feel woozy, though. Not enough air in there with all those people." Anya nodded and smiled at him, and suddenly Adric felt awful for not letting her in on his and Illyria's suspicions. She could aid them immensely in the hunt for the spy, and her sharp mind and keen senses would be invaluable. At the last moment he reminded himself of what Illyria had told him. They mustn't reveal their suspicions too early, or the traitor might be spooked or too cautious. "I... must go back to the meeting, though," he said sheepishly. "Of course. At least it should be over soon," Anya said and stepped aside, still smiling. "Don't let it get to you, Commander. You must keep your wits about you." He nodded and walked down the corridor back to the large double doors. It was only as he sat down in his seat in the council chamber again that he realized that he had run into Anya as the paladin was going the wrong way. He felt a knot in his stomach through the rest of the meeting. *** "Remember the story?" Illyria asked Adric in a hushed whisper as she pretended to fuss about with her dress. "I do. I wish this wasn't necessary." "We must do what we can for the Alliance and for our own safety," Illyria said and straightened up, smiling and showing no sign that anything was at all wrong. They were both wearing casual dress, having partaken in the opening banquet of the strategy summit inside Stormwind Keep. More specifically, Adric had been at the banquet had Illyria had been his chosen bodyguard and attendant, generally seeing to his needs. While this meant that the other three followers had been left unsupervised, Illyria insisted that being able to speak privately with Adric with no chance of any of them overhearing was much more valuable. Illyria had ample time to relate her plan to Adric, and to give him the details on her tracking of the other two followers earlier that day. While the night elf had not found any evidence that either Nelandris or Sinaria had been spying, she did feel that their absence had not been a coincidence. Adric felt like he should tell her about his meeting with Anya, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Surely it meant nothing, he had tried telling himself. Surely she was just going for some fresh air or to the bathroom. Suddenly the nicely furnished room felt as if it was filled with staring, spying eyes. Adric tugged at his collar, not feeling comfortable in the suit he was wearing, despite the soft fabric and elegant cut. He did admit that Illyria looked fetching in her simple but beautiful deep green dress, however. The fabric clung to her curves and accentuated the fine body of the night elf in a very flattering way, and Adric felt his heart beat just a little faster. "Now then," he said just a little bit louder than what was necessary. "Shall we tell them?" "Sounds good to me, Commander," Illyria said, and turned towards the doorway. The two stepped into the dining room. Adric was amazed that king Wrynn had allocated such fine living quarters to him and his followers while they were staying in Stormwind, but he could not bring himself to protest. While he did not need luxury, the fact that they had a whole floor of a fine townhouse to themselves was to his liking. It was like a little garrison away from the garrison. Anya and Nelandris looked up from their evening meal as Adric and Illyria entered, while Sinaria kept eating, mumbling something. "Ah, the guests of honor return," Nelandris said, chuckling a little. "Finally got done stuffing their face with expensive food," Sinaria said off-handedly. "While we're stuck here making due." Illyria rolled her eyes as she sat down at the table. The other three followers were also casually dressed, with Sinaria wearing a silky raven black dress and golden earrings bearing large bright green gems in them. Nelandris was wearing a simple dirt-brown halter and leather pants, while Anya was dressed in a modest navy blue shirt and pants combination. Dressed like this they could have been just regular people off the streets of Stormwind, had it not been for the almost palpable intensity with which all three women carried themselves. "Oh yes, you had to make do with braised duck and plenty of fine dwarven ale. I even think I saw some fruit being delivered as we left," the night elf said with a grin. "Quite fresh fruit too," Anya said helpfully. "The plantains come all the way from Stranglethorn." "Well I guess that's the consolation prizes we get for not being the objects of our Commander's affection," Sinaria said in a honeyed tone. "Excuse me?" Nelandris sputtered. "Oh you've seen how the Commander looks at Illyria, haven't you?" "Jealous, Sinaria?" Illyria said with a wide grin which revealed her sharp incisors. Sinaria just shrugged and continued eating as Illyria and Nelandris exchanged a triumphant grin. While the two night elves were of very different temperament, background and personality, they could always find common ground in keeping the acerbic warlock in check. Adric chuckled, but he felt unease creep over him again. It should be a peaceful, friendly occasion chatting with your most trusted allies, but instead he could not chase the suspicions and fears from his mind. Stick with the plan, he told himself. You need to trust Illyria's judgment. Sinaria's accusation of him favoring Illyria also struck home, as he could not deny his attraction to the beautiful rogue. But right now there were more important things at hand. For example, setting the bait. "But yes, we have returned. I hope you ladies have not been bored here," he said and poured himself a glass of fresh water. "Not at all. How goes the summit?" Nelandris asked, her normally calm face betraying a hint of curiosity. "It goes well. The king has laid out his strategy for moving the offensive in Draenor forward and reclaiming as much territory as possible," Adric said while trying to watch the expression of all three women at once. "He also laid out our new plan for containing the Horde aggression on our own world." Adric could see no signs of discomfort or stress, but then again he wasn't trained to. "In fact," he continued, trying to keep his voice steady and conversational, "the king has entrusted me with quite an honor. I have been given a copy of the battle plans for our northern offensive into Forsaken-controlled territory. I will be departing Draenor once the Iron Horde and whatever other threats there are there are under control to assist with this new front." The commander didn't know if he'd detected just a slight twist in Sinaria's face, even though she was still not looking directly at him. He was aware of Illyria quietly studying her colleagues in her own way, while seemingly totally busy peeling an apple with one of her daggers. "That is quite an honor!" Anya said. "I am proud to serve a hero of the Alliance such as yourself, commander." "Thank you Anya, with loyal friends like you four I cannot fail in my duty." "What is in this battle plan?" Nelandris asked, looking expectantly at Adric. "I cannot say yet. It is highly classified and is only distributed to the most trusted advisors and officers." To demonstrate, Adric pulled out a foot-long leather tube adorned with a very convincing fake of king Wrynn's own seal. Even firmly sealed it looked perfectly authentic, and Adric felt the eyes of all three followers drawn to it like moths to a flame. "Don't see what's so special about it," Sinaria finally said, breaking the tense silence. "S'just gonna be another big show of arms with nothing accomplished whatsoever. The undead are too entrenched to be driven out that way. We should just burn them and their foul settlements to ashes." "We do not have the resources for such a crusade," Anya said firmly. "Not with our forces spread this thin." "Guerilla tactics," Nelandris said, shrugging. "It's served my people well through the millennia." Adric raised his hands to quench a potential argument before it began. "Ladies, it is not my place to debate what strategy we should take or not. I'm sure king Wrynn has carefully considered all options before drafting these plans, and we will be among the first to enact them. The forces of the Banshee Queen will be unprepared." "Ah, a sneak attack. Not very honorable, but sadly sometimes necessary," Anya said with a nod. Adric felt Illyria look at him, but when he turned to her she was eating her apple and watching the other three argue. The commander knew what the rogue had meant with her stealthy glance, however. The trap had been baited. Now it had to be left open. "And now, if you'll all excuse me, I need to retire. I must rise early tomorrow to attend the king's morning meeting." Adric rose from the table and the other four rose as well, even if Sinaria looked reluctant. Adric saluted them crisply, and they each responded as well as they could. "Rest well, commander," Illyria said. "You look rather exhausted." "Indeed," Adric responded. "I'll doubtless sleep like a log tonight." *** Adric sensed the sound rather than hear it. The warrior was resting with his eyes closed, pretending to sleep and trying to keep himself from actually falling asleep. He resisted the urge to open his eyes, knowing that if he did an intruder would surely notice. He could still see the room in his mind's eye, stretching out beyond the large, soft bed. The window was to his left, the door into the corridor straight ahead from the short end of the bed. To the right there were bookcases and a small closet. Then there was a different sound. The faint crack of very thin glass shattering against the hard wooden floor close to his bed was almost enough to make Adric's instincts take over. Instead he forced himself to lie still as tendrils of oddly- smelling smoke wormed their way into his nostrils. Gas. Illyria had been right. Adric was suddenly very thankful for the foul-tasting antidote that the night elf had forced him to drink before going to bed. While the gas embraced him and made him feel a little woozy, he knew that had he not been protected that way he would have been quickly knocked out instead. As he was enveloped in the soft embrace of the sleeping gas, Adric could hear the faint sounds of feet scraping quietly across the thick carpet. Whoever had thrown the glass vial was inside the room now, probably surveying it to find the leather container. Adric felt his muscles tense under the covers. Suddenly, like a great predatory cat, Adric sprung from the bed towards where he estimated the intruder was. The light of Azeroth's twin moons seeped in through the open window, but the room was still sufficiently dark that the warrior could see very little. Spots danced before his eyes as he quickly opened them while dashing, and he could only barely make out a dark, lean figure who was turning towards him with practiced ease. The figure was so close to the leather case that they could easily have snatched it up had Adric waited another second. Instead the dark figure darted to the side, making the warrior land on the carpet and swerve around to face the intruder. Adric's vision was still blurry, but his instincts were sharp despite the slight effect of the gas. He punched towards the figure, who quickly jumped back, overturning one of the chairs next to the small writing table. For the space of one breath, Adric was facing off with the dark figure, both trying to gauge how likely they were to take down the other. Then the door slammed open and Illyria dashed into the room with her daggers ready to strike. Adric made a lunge to grab the mysterious figure, but his arms grasped only air as his unwelcome guest dashed back towards the window. Illyria raised one of her throwing daggers, but Adric raised a hand at her to halt the throw. He made another lunge after the retreating figure, grasping at their clothes. He managed to grab hold and for a moment it looked like he had caught the intruder. Then the figure tore themselves free with a surprising burst of strength and vanished out the window, leaving Adric clutching a small patch of cloth. Illyria dashed up behind him and half-hung out the window to catch a glance at the fleeing would-be thief. "Blast!" the night elf muttered. "So close!" Adric's mind a maelstorm of thoughts and he kicked at the upturned chair in frustration. They'd almost had the spy. It could all have ended right there! Now they would have to go back to square one again, set a new trap and then wait patiently... Adric peered down at what he was still clenching in his hand. He had all but forgotten about the small patch of cloth that he had torn from the retreating figure's garment. As he raised his hand up into the moonlight, he suddenly realized that he was not holding one piece of cloth, but two. There was a sleek black shred of cloth which matched the dark outfit that the thief had been wearing, but there was also a second scrap of fabric the same size, torn from what the figure had been wearing underneath. Adric turned it over in the moonlight. He felt his heart race. "Illyria? Come look at this." As the night elf walked over, Adric held up a scrap of navy blue fabric. *** "Anya? I can't believe it," Adric muttered to himself as Illyria led him into her own bedchamber, situated just down the corridor from the master bedroom. The other followers all slept in the downstairs bedrooms but as Adric's bodyguard, Illyria always stayed close to him. "It looks like it," Illyria said grimly, bolting the door from the inside and carefully checking the window latches before pulling the drapes shut. "Who would have known? I wonder what they offered her to sell us out? Or maybe she is some sort of magical infiltrator who has taken the true Anya Trueshield's place." Adric sat down on Illyria's bed, still clutching the blue and black scraps of cloth. The night elf's room was much smaller than his yet the furniture was just as elegant. A sturdy wardrobe from the finest Elwynn oak wood, a nice, soft bed, a small dresser... Adric's eyes flicked across the room but his mind was focused inwards. Illyria sat down on a small chair after spinning it around and wrapped her fit thighs around the back. Her pointed toe nails traced a pattern on the rogue as she seemed to ponder the situation. "It might be a mistake. They might be trying to frame her," he said uncertainly, hoping he sounded more convincing to her than he did to himself. "It's possible. Commander... Adric. I know this is hard for you to accept, but we must face facts. Now that we have startled her, the spy might be either fleeing or going back into hiding, or..." "Or?" "Trying to eliminate any witnesses before making her escape," the night elf said thoughtfully. "Wouldn't it be best to go after her now?" Adric said, surprised. "Why did you drag me here? "Simple. Either she has been sufficiently frightened to drop any pretense of stealth and flee, in which case she is halfway to Duskwood by now. Even if we set out right now we have no way of knowing where she could have fled, or hidden." "True," Adric said with a nod. His head was swimming with conflicting emotions. Disgust at the betrayal, doubt because he felt this could have been avoided had he been more watchful, disbelief that Anya of all people could have defected to the Horde... Adric sighed deeply and tossed the clothing scraps over to Illyria, who snatched them and stashed them in one of the pouches on her belt. "Or she is so cocky that she believes we don't know who she is and has settled back into her cover identity, waiting for a better opportunity. In this case, she will still be here in the morning." "Of course. That's right. I didn't think of that," Adric said sheepishly. "That's why you have me," the night elf said with a cocky grin. "And besides, none of the others will think it out of the ordinary that you and I spend a night... elsewhere." It took Adric a few moments to process Illyria's last comment, and when he did he felt a hot blaze spread across his cheeks and a tightness in his pants. This was such an odd moment for his night elf aide to express that kind of emotion, and yet hadn't she been gently teasing him and flirtingly showed off her body to him for months now? Perhaps he had just been too thick to admit that she had as much of an interest in him as he did in her. "I heard what Sinaria said," he said, trying to look away so that Illyria wouldn't notice his embarrassment. "She's full of lies, that one. I'm still surprised she wasn't the one..." Illyria walked over to the bed and sat down next to Adric. He could suddenly smell her pleasant scent, mixed with just a hint of tangy sweat after the night's excitement. He felt his leg tremble a little by her closeness, and cursed himself. He could stare down horrible undead abominations or demons from the Nether in battle, but being close to a beautiful woman made him tremble like a leaf. Still, Illyria did not seem to be offended or amused by his awkwardness. "She has a poisoned tongue," Illyria said, letting one of her hands rest on top of Adric's hand. "But she has a perceptive mind. You are fond of me, Commander. I've seen how you look at me when you think I'm not noticing." "I... I've..." Adric began, fumbling around for the words. He felt like trying to deny the truth right now would make him look even more like a fool. "You are beautiful. And smart. And brave." The night elf was unphazed by his weak admission, and just gave him a warm smile. Suddenly her hand was stroking his blushing cheek, and he felt her other hand wrap around his waist to turn him towards her. He stared into her beautiful silvery eyes and saw the moonlight reflect on her slightly slick purple skin. Suddenly everything felt so right. "And you are a very handsome, brave and skilled man, Commander. I told myself I could never act on my attraction for you, but now that we have come so close to disaster together..." Despite her admission Adric couldn't believe it. Illyria had been attracted to him the same way he had daydreamed about her? An amazonian night elf beauty felt that he of all people was worthy of her attention? He felt flattered, embarrassed and aroused all at once, but he relaxed a bit from his earlier shock and even leaned in a bit to take in the lovely rogue's features. "I... we shouldn't do this," he whispered. "The others will know." "They already think they know!" Illyria whispered with a giggle. "Maybe it's time we make fiction into fact? Besides, in the morning our little group will be torn apart by accusations and doubt, and who knows where we will be the day after that? Let's make tonight be special, Adric." It made perfect sense to Adric, and he suddenly felt like the last shreds of doubt over how appropriate a Commander having an affair with his follower was leave him. She was a beautiful woman who evidently respected and cared for him enough to bare herself to him this way. He couldn't think of a greater honor from such a cunning, wary rogue. He leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. It was just a brief peck, but it seemed to elate and overjoy Illyria. She entwined him in her arms and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Adric felt Illyria's body squeeze against his, and suddenly he could no longer control himself. He began tearing at his shirt, and the night elf reciprocated by starting to wiggle out of her tight, skimpy leather armor. They could barely keep away from each other for long enough to undress, and Adric found himself repeatedly reaching out to caress Illyria's cheek, kiss her and run his hand down her lovely body. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, and the bulge in his pants was now impossible to conceal or resist. The night elf giggled and pulled Adric's trousers and underwear down to reveal a firm erection, with she gently caressed in her strong yet supple hands. Feel her hot breath on his bare skin was almost enough for Adric to cum right there, yet he managed to restrain himself long enough to pull the night elf into another passionate kiss. Her erect nipples pushed into his broad chest, and her long hair tickled his shoulders as they pushed together. He wanted her, no he needed her, and nothing in Azeroth or beyond could stand in his way right now. Illyria carelessly threw the last of their clothes onto the floor and pulled Adric down onto the soft bed. She turned them around so that he lay on his back, his manhood standing straight up like a tent pole and leaking a few drops of clear precum. Adric dimly remembered the stories about how dominant night elf women were, and he was not surprised when Illyria climbed on top of him and slowly, torturously slid herself down onto his dick. She was tight and warm and Adric groaned to try and keep himself under control. His body was still filled with adrenaline after the frantic scuffle with the spy, and that excitement had now translated fully into arousal. With Illyria's toned purple thighs encompassing him on both sides, he lay back and grasped the edge of the bed for support. Above him, the beautiful face of Illyria was now distorted in passion as the night elf beauty began riding him. They were joined together for what seemed like an eternity, with Illyria frequently leaning in to share another deep kiss, or let him massage her soft breasts, or just to playfully lick or bite the human. Adric had not had a lover for many years now, as he knew that such distractions could be costly in wartime. Now all that pent-up frustration was expressing itself in one explosive release which the night elf girl happily accommodated. Her sweaty body bounced against his and he began to feel light-headed as a red haze encroached on the edge of his vision. There was nothing in the universe but himself and Illyria, no longer Commander and bodyguard but equal partners. She moaned in rapture as her thrusting became more and more frantic, and Adric bucked against the bed as his body refused to hold back any longer. "Illyria" he screamed. Adric experienced the most intense orgasm of his life as he ejaculated, pumping his hot seed deep into the night elf rogue. She bucked against him, and soon her warm juices were mixing with his and running down his shaft onto his groin. Adric's hands clasped the bed sheets so hard his knuckles grew white as wave after wave of hot, surging passion wracked his body. He pumped more seed than he thought he was capable of into her deepest recesses and a primal triumph settled in the normally orderly and reserved warrior's mind. He almost snarled as he finished, one final squirt of stringy hot cum shooting deep into Illyria. Then he collapsed back against the bed, panting. She slumped a bit as well and her hands landed on the covers on either side of him for support. He could feel her breath on his skin, as hot as an open flame. "I-Illyria... I... I..." he stammered, his mind afloat in bliss. "Adric... I'm... that was..." she murmured back. "I... I can't tell you how long I..." he began. "Adric?" "Yes, my beloved?" "I'm sorry. I really am." Adric was too exhausted and too surprised to react, and Illyria's fist caught in straight in the face, knocking him out cold. The night elf grunted as she pulled herself off Adric's cock which was already growing flaccid. She checked the Commander's pulse to ensure he hadn't been seriously hurt, then padded over to the door and unbolted it. She performed a series of very specific long and short knocks on the heavy wood of the door, then darted back to Adric and grabbed him by the arms. "You shouldn't have been so good at your job, Commander. If you'd been mediocre or incompetent, this wouldn't be necessary. But you have something I need." She laid him out on the carpet, soiled and sweaty. For a moment there was almost something wistful in the eyes of the beautiful night elf. Then she went to work. She pulled out a heavy backpack from the depths of the wardrobe and produced a rolled-up bundle wrapped in coarse leather. She deftly untied it and unwrapped the contents of the small package, shaking out a floppy flesh-colored object in front of her. It was an empty skin, perfectly lifelike, with a long seam running from the nape of the neck down to the buttocks. An empty, flaccid manhood dangled between the legs of the skin and a patch of brown hair adorned the mask-like head. It was alien-looking and yet very familiar. The skin was the perfect likeness of Adric. Sighing, Illyria stood back and laid the skin out on the soiled bed. She reached up to her neck and brushed aside her sweat-matted white hair. Reaching in, her deft fingers quickly located a small nub which looked like a natural blemish at most. Instead the night elf's fingers dug into her skin and grasped the nub, and then there was a zipping noise as she tugged downwards. Suddenly Illyria's beautiful features and fit body began deflating like a punctured balloon. Her long ears sagged down, her silvery eyes vanished as her face collapsed and her arms and legs became saggy as she shrank downwards. As the change fully turned the night elf from beautiful woman to a collapsing pile of skin, a thick bulge pressed against Illyria's stomach from inside like a thick sausage had been stuffed in between her skin and whatever lay beneath. Grasping the edges of her lovely collapsed face, the rogue pulled the mask forward and... ... Nagnitz the goblin stepped out of the night elf skinsuit, breathing deeply and rubbing his eyes. He felt unusually giddy at removing his disguise and wondered quietly how long it had been since he had last done it. Being Illyria had been a nice gig, certainly, and he couldn't deny that he enjoyed having her beautiful body, speed and agility. He'd enjoyed his little tryst with Adric too, even more than he had ever expected to. However there was a certain appeal to being male again, as evidenced by the stiffness of his member. The goblin stroked his manhood a few times and looked almost mournfully at the unconscious form of the commander, then sighed and flopped Illyria's soiled skin down on the bed next to the unused empty Adric-suit. "It wouldn't have worked out, Adric baby. Sorry," Nagnitz said in his much more coarse and of course masculine voice. Suddenly the goblin was aware of a scuffling in the corridor outside the room. His muscles tensed as he heard someone grasp the handle of the door to Illyria's room. The door began swinging open... Nelandris and Sinaria stood there, staring at Adric's prone form and the erect goblin standing above the Commander. Nelandris was only wearing her underwear which clung nicely to her features, whereas Sinaria was wearing a daringly cut night gown which left nothing to the imagination. They stared between Adric and Nagnitz, their eyes wide. The goblin shrugged. "Well? Are you gonna come in or stand there gawking? We got work to do!" he said to the two other followers. "He didn't suspect anything?" Nelandris asked as she stepped inside. "Naw. Took us long enough but I finally got him to let down his guard long enough. Didn't even know if it would work tonight, he's resisted my flirts plenty of times before," the goblin said as Sinaria stepped inside as well, closing the door behind her. "Is he... dead?" the warlock said with surprising kindness in her voice. "Sheesh, no! I don't wanna kill the poor rube," Nagnitz said, looking incensed. "And are you two gonna stand around like that or help me out?" The night elf huntress and high elf warlock exchanged a glance, and shrugged. Then both undressed, tossing their underwear and nightgown carelessly on the floor. The pale blue nipples of Nelandris were stiff in the night air, and there seemed to be a thin film of sweat on Sinaria's supple skin. Then both elves reached up to their necks and brushed aside their hair as Nagnitz watched expectantly. As Sinaria's fair face deformed and stretched open, a much larger form impossibly emerged from within it like a full-grown tree suddenly sprouting from an acorn. Her slender limbs deformed and swelled before she tugged the arms off like gloves, revealing a pair of muscular brown-furred arms ending in hands with three large fingers on each. Sinaria's flaccid skin flopped down as the creature inside tugged it down with some effort, pulling the blood elf's shaven snatch down between her legs and finally pulling out of Sinaria's collapsing form altogether. A large tauren female gasped for air as she was freed of the constricting restraint of the warlock's form and she hefted her much larger breasts experimentally as if to check that she was finally herself again. Her body rippled with muscles as she trailed a finger along her body with a blissful sigh, and she briefly let her thick fingers brush the edges of her muscular labial lips. "Thank the Earthmother I don't have to act like that bitch anymore!" said Runia Blazehorn in her deep, pleasant voice. In a similar fashion the alabaster skin of Nelandris split open like a cocoon and an equally tall yet much more lanky and less curvaceous from emerged from it. The beautiful face of the night elf hunter flopped forward and its mane of snow-white hair now dangled over Nelandris' torso. The figure had a deep, rich blue skin and a strong jaw from which a pair of ivory tusks jutted. A shock of crimson hair arranged in a mohawk and braids adorned the head of the person who had been masquerading as Nelandris, and soon her body was little more than a floppy suit around the legs of a very male figure. The young male troll tugged the well-trimmed slit of Nelandris down to let his large, stiff manhood flop out and grabbed it with one three-fingered hand, giving it a few pumps with a content sigh. He kicked the bodysuit away from his broad feet and grunted. Had Nagnitz still been Illyria he would have found the troll very attractive in a primal sexuality way, but in his own body the goblin had no interest in other males. "About damn time, mon!" Jakeena the troll said with a grin. "Dat elf be way too girly for me!" "I think you played the part beautifully honey," Runia said with a grin, earning her a playful scowl from the troll. "I especially liked your improvised mission reports." "Ah Runia, ya don't know how much it hurt be to have to pretend to be enemies with ya," Jakeena said with a sigh, and walked over to embrace the tauren. "But Nag said it be important for our disguises..." "It was, and you pulled it off perfectly. Now if you two are done being lovey-dovey, come on over and help me out with this. And need I remind you not to get too comfortable? You're gonna go back in those skins before the night's over." "That soon?" Runia sighed. "We stick with the plan, babe," Nagnitz said, and walked over to pick up the Adric bodysuit from the bed. "Now gimme a hand here." Runia and Jakeena sighed deeply but nodded and walked in to help Nagnitz. Runia held up the Adric bodysuit with the wide seam in its back held towards Nagnitz and its legs splayed out on the floor in an almost morbid fashion. It was much larger than the goblin but Nagnitz knew that wasn't a problem with these disguises. "Gonna be a bit of a change being the Commander instead of Illyria, but he's the only one who can get in on the important meetings," the goblin said with a sigh as he lifted one leg to stick it into the seam on the back of the bodysuit. "Don't see why we goin' through all dis trouble," Jakeena said with a shrug. "Lotsa other ways to get some fancy plans." "This way nobody has to die and we get to have a little fun to boot," Nagnitz responded. "And besides, it's about time we-" He was interrupted by the door opening with a slam that shook the lamp on the nightstand and made the windowpanes vibrate. Anya Trueshield stood in the opening, holding her heavy war hammer in both hands. Her silver armor glittered in the light of the lamp in Illyria's room, and she seemed to loom over the three Horde agents despite being physically much smaller than both Runia and Jakeena. "By the Light, what is going on here?" the paladin shouted as she surveyed the scene. For a few moments, time seemed to be frozen as everyone held their breath. Then Nagnitz, Runia and Jakeena began laughing. "You scared the crap outta me!" Nagnitz said between chuckles. "It's fine, you can drop the act now. Mission accomplished." Anya suddenly started laughing as well and unceremoniously dropped the heavy hammer onto the floor where it caused the floorboards to creak. She stepped into the room, flipping the door shut behind her and gave the three Horde members a playful grin which was utterly alien to Anya's fine features. Then she began undressing, removing the heavy plate armor quickly and deftly, and letting each part of it join the warhammer on the floor. The raven-haired paladin gave Nagnitz and Jakeena a bit of a show as she stripped, and both grew visibly more erect as the paladin undressed. Soon she was down to her casual clothes, and a perceptive onlooker would have been able to the torn edge of her blue tunic where Adric had grabbed hold. "I gotta hand it to you, Nag, I was almost certain you'd catch me before I could swing out the window," Anya said. "That would've been awkward." "I had a backup plan for that," the goblin said with a chuckle, rubbing his erect dick. "Oh of course," Anya said as she began to strip out of her clothes as well, revealing more and more of her toned body as she went. "Now now boys, give the lady some time to change," Runia said with an amused chuckle as she noticed both Nagnitz and Jakeena ogling the paladin. Anya gave the tauren a brief salute before reaching up to her neck, searching the fair skin there. The lovely raven-haired paladin's face stretched open. Slowly and with great effort she began wiggling around and tugging as her firm, lovely body deflated all over. It seemed to swell enormously as a sweat- covered green head emerged from the seam on the back of Anya's face. A masculine grunt could be heard as the figure who had been Anya Trueshield began shedding the human girl's skin. The green-skinned body which emerged was much larger than the paladin's, and much more muscular. Anya's virginal slit was tugged down and a thick green dick flopped out from behind it, much to the disappointment of the two male onlookers. Soon Anya's body was little more than an empty husk which collapsed to the floor. The green-skinned figure who had worn Anya's skin stepped out and disdainfully kicked the pile of skin over to rest on top of the paladin's clothes and armor. "Ugh, she's way way too tight. AND way too uptight," grunted the orc male who had emerged from the skinsuit. Jorg Blackshiv stretched his aching green muscles and grinned at the other three. The orc was easily twice Anya's size, and his manhood seemed extremely happy to be free of its confinement inside the paladin girl. Like the others had he quickly let his hands roam across his body to make sure everything was in place after his lengthy confinement within the skin. "No idea how I let you talk me into this. Sermon this, level-headed advice that. I just want to scream at them to use their head or stab something!" he grunted. The other three burst out laughing, and Jorg stepped over to help Nagnitz into the Adric disguise and seal it up, since both the goblin and Runia had totally forgotten about the suit when Anya burst in. As Jorg's experienced fingers traced the seam up the goblin's back, Nagnitz felt the suit become tighter and cling to his body, which seemed to be almost fluid within it. He felt himself stretch and fill out, just as when he had suited up as Illyria long, long ago. He groaned as his manhood slid into the larger human one of the suit and then he could feel Jorg's hot breath on his back and Runia's gentle but strong touch around his arms. He reached up to run a hand through the brown hair on his head as Runia helped him over to the small mirror on the nightstand. Peering in, Nagnitz saw Adric look back at him. The thought of being inside the man that he had fucked earlier as Illyria was extremely arousing, even if the goblin still felt a bit unhappy over the whole situation. He shrugged off his doubts. The plan had come together, and this was no time for second thoughts. "Looks good enough to me," Jorg said with a smirk. "Think you can fool the other guests?" "I definitely can, having been this close to the Commander for the last few months. Fortunate that we had to spend so much time together to formulate a plan against that elusive Horde spy, wasn't it?" Nagnitz said and he marveled at how perfect the suit let him imitate Adric's voice. Yes, he would certainly be able to attend the conference this way. Studying Adric for this long had paid off. Nagnitz's eyes flicked down to the unconscious original Adric laid out on the carpet. "So..." Jorg said in an unpleasant tone which Nagnitz knew too well. "We can't just leave him like this. Something's gotta be done." "Indeed," Nagnitz responded flatly. "Want me to do it?" the orc inquired. "I'll make it quick and painless." The orc reeled from the punch the Adric-disguised Nagnitz landed on his jaw. Nagnitz respected Jorg's skills, but he found the attitude and lack of morals of the orc rogue to be repellent. His eyes, now a perfect imitation of Adric's brown ones, flashed with anger. "I didn't spend all this time to murder him, Jorg. He's a good man. Just on the wrong side of the war. He deserves better." "What do you suggest, then?" Runia asked, quietly happy that Nagnitz had shown the orc his place. Nagnitz peered over to the bed. There was a solution to their dilemma right there. "Get Illyria," he said. The other three members of his group stared at him. Jakeena's jaw almost fell open. "Ya can't mean ta-" the troll began. "I definitely do. Adric, Anya, Nelandris and Sinaria will be attending the conference tomorrow and l'll learn everything that Adric would learn. Unfortunately Illyria can't attend as she'll be off chasing a Horde spy halfway around Stormwind." A naughty grin spread across the faces of the tauren, troll and orc as they understood their leaders implication. Jakeena darted over to pick up the soiled night elf skinsuit from the bed, spreading the seam on Illyria's back wide open. The night elf suit dripped some thick semen onto the rug from its snatch as the troll carried it over to the others, and Jakeena quietly sniffed the thick musk that still clung to the skin. Runia and Jorg hefted the still unconscious Adric up between them and dragged him towards the skinsuit. Adric was still unconscious and could offer no resistance as the Horde agents lifted him up fully between them. Together the four began sliding Adric into the empty form of his former lover, fiddling about with fitting his limbs and digits properly into the suit. It was hard to line up the limbs and facial features of the prone human within the larger night elf suit, especially since Illyria's skin was still so slick after her love- making to Adric, but finally they had more or less succeeded. The skin of the purple-skinned elf hung loosely around the human commander's body as Nagnitz grabbed the seam on the back of the Illyria suit and began pulling it up. "Who knows? He may end up liking it," said Nagnitz, finding that he was developing a stiff erection from what he was doing. The slick purple skin closed up without a hitch and the three others watched Nagnitz work with quiet awe. Just before he sealed it up the human-disguised goblin leaned in to kiss the last scrap of Adric's skin visible. Then he closed the suit and watched as the body Jakeena and Runia held changed, filled out and became that of Illyria. She was perfect, still slightly rosy from her orgasm and panting a little in her unconscious state. Nagnitz let one hand trail over one dark purple nipple and was rewarded with the new Illyria moaning a little. Jakeena was firmly erect, and Jorg chuckled. "Don't worry Commander. I'll take it from here," Nagnitz said in Adric's voice. He then turned to his three companions and his voice carried Adric's commanding tone. "Now suit up, you slackers. We need to rest up and get back in character." As the other three grudgingly picked up their disguises and clothes and began filing out, Nagnitz couldn't help himself and stepped in to plant a quick kiss on the new Illyria's forehead. "Don't worry. You found the spy. Or rather, he found you," the new Adric said with a smile. End.