Author’s Note: The story as is has been written as it has for an audience who already knows who Slywyn is. For those of you who don’t (Which is likely all of you), I’ve included a bit of background information.
Slywyn Ravenwind is the name of a Warrior from Ashenvale. She’s an Engineer and a true fighter. As a Night Elf that’s been around for a very long time, 12,000 years give or take a few centuries, she’s seen more than most have a right to see. Very little surprises her that she can’t take in stride. She’s an accomplished melee fighter, and an accomplished engineer.
However, most of that does you little good when you end up somewhere you don’t want to be. Or, more accurately, where you were never supposed to be in the first place. Story begins below.
Sly stepped out of the Deeprun Tram, flexing her jaw. She held her nose and blew, trying to pop her ears. The pressure of the air under the Tram always made her uncomfortable, especially when her ears wouldn’t pop on the way over from Stormwind. Sly was meeting a friend to work on and test a new invention they’d been building for a couple of weeks now. The two of them were constructing a teleporter that would not only be able to teleport people, but vehicles as well. Large and powerful enough to transport Steam Tanks and other military equipment, the potential within it was boundless.
All they had to do was get it working. Which is where the story begins.
Sly finally popped her ears, the right one with the missing part drooping much lower than the other. She pulled her hands away from her face, sniffling once to clear her nose. Marred by a long dark scar that ran from her left cheek all the way up to her right temple, Sly had never had much beauty. There was even less left after the incident that gave her the scar knocked her face slightly out of alignment.
It meant that her smile, already crooked from a broken fang, just got even more lopsided. She didn’t really mind it all that much. She stepped inside her friend’s shop after a very short trip, offering a wave to him before leaning over the plans on the table.