Cyleste's head was hurting...bad. Apart from the rolling in her stomach and the aches that seem to ripple through every muscle in her body, she could honestly believe even her hair and hooves hurt. She was lying down. That she knew. She could feel it, smell it, even reach out and touch it. She was lying down in something soft...not the floor...something with more give, more comfomity, maybe even comfortable.
Focus on that...breathe...
'I'm in a room', Cyleste thought. 'I'm in a room...uh...NOT on the Exodar.' That much was true, for she couldn't hear the hum of the lighting systems, or the soft ticking of time keepers. 'I'm in a room, not on the Exodar...in an Inn', she continued. Then it came back to her. She stumbled her way into an Inn, though Blessed Naaru how she managed to find one with her head swirling so heavily. Did she get help? Cyleste vaguely remembered one of the humans, the male of the species, trying to hold her upright despite the size difference between them. Maybe he got her to this inn? Cyleste winced, trying to pull her thoughts back into focus. Words and images floated just out of her reach, and no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't seem to put them all down like she knew she needed to.
Okay...calm down. Breathe...try it again...
'I'm in a room', Cyleste began 'in an inn thats not on the Exodar'. There, that's better. She had that down pat. Now, how did she get here? Thoughts and images floated around her again. Swirling like leaves behind her vision. Suddenly, she grasped on an idea. She cracked open one of her eyes. Light pierced through her eyelids, seemingly to her brain and burning with such intense brightness, like that of a thousand suns. Her head exploded once more in fresh surge of pain from the glare. She closed her eye and winced heavily. Trying again, slowly this time and bracing herself for the brightness, she opened her eyes. The stonework ceiling swam back and forth across her eyes as the bed she was on seemed to swoon against the wall . 'Yes, definitely an inn', she thought. She could now hear the dull roar of other patrons snoring away and the smell of...
A fresh memory burst into her mind, making her jump and wince again slightly. The smell of the...thunder..."Broo"? What a silly name, it was. Silly, with a foul smell and even more foul taste. But they were sure drinking a lot of it. Dwarfs, Humans, Gnomes...even some of the forest elves. How did she get here, she wondered? Humans...those two outside Menthil docks. They were headed for something called a 'Broo Fezed'. Curious, she followed them and a small crowd being taken to Ironforge...
Thats it...I'm in Ironforge...in the Inn...
There were more images now, swirling faster and coming closer to her reach. People handing her goblets of that foul liquid, encouraging her to drink. People singing, laughing, and dancing. An Elf and a Dwarf arm-in-arm and hunched over a table, passing a tankard back and forth. The roar of the crowd was deafing. Cyleste felt so disoriented from the noise and the people she began to shake nervously. So many she didn't know, so many strangers...so many. Suddenly a noise breaks from the center, a group of dark-skinned dwarves begin shoving and pushing everyone around. Cyleste jumped over a bench, swinging her mace and crashing it on one of the dark dwarves who had cornered a gnome female. Now everyone was in the fight. Laughing, shouting, and screaming. Cyleste saw one pair of humans drinking from tankards and tossing the empties at the invaders, knocking each one down. She looked to her right and saw a table with some of those same tankards filled with the same liquid. Cyleste barely choked down the liquid when she tossed the empty mug at a passing intruder. How many did she take out like that? 10? 100? It seemed to her as if she the more she drank of the liquid, the more she threw, the more there were. She even leaped over a table, kicking one of the intruders in the jaw as she swung one of the tankards like a mace into a crowd of the dark dwarves. Soon after, it was over, and everyone cheered. Some of them surrounded Cyleste, patting her on the back and cheering her, shoving more of the liquid in her hand. Everyone toasted her. Everyone one had to have a drink with her.
Cyleste slowly sat up, feeling her stomach drop to her knees. Gods, she felt sick. More memories flooded past. She remembered shouting and dancing on a table, singing some bawdy song she remembered while loosening her tunic. Everyone cheered and whistled at her, and kept giving her more of the liquid, which strangely was beginning to taste much better. Cyleste smacked her lips together, wondering if it really hadn't tasted so bad or perhaps she just wasn't minding the foul taste anymore. She was sure minding it now. Another memory flashed, this one with Tsa in it, asking her if she was alright and Cyleste handing one of the tankards to her....
"Oh GODS!!" Cyleste shouted. It was the liquid...the foul smelling water...the 'Broo'. Whatever it was, whatever it was made of. It caused all of this...madness. A fresh wave of nausea and pain rippled through her body as more images crossed her mind's eye. 'No more', she thought. No more thoughts. No more memories. Cyleste lay back down on the bed and closed her eyes, feeling the bed and her body rotate in an everlasting spiral as she reasoned. What ever the effects of this 'Broo' was, she was just going to have to rest and see if its effects diminish with time. Never again would they trick her into drinking such foul concoctions. She'd been fooled once, and refused to allow them to fool her again.
But what a way to go...
Subject: Something called..."Broo Fezed" 
Wed Sep 24, 2008 6:04 am