“Where the bloody-fucking-hell are you taking me…BITCH!”
“Goodness, that’s quite a mouth you warlocks possess.”
“’You warlocks’, well isn’t that nice! What, we’re not even human now?”
“The sacrifice of your soul to the greedy and corrupt minds of demonic interest was your own decision.”
“Is that honestly what you think it is?” Banna attempted to wiggle away from Kisa’s grip, to kick and pound every inch of her, but these attacks only ended in bruised hands and shins.
“I can understand that your father brainwashed you at a young age to think it’s not as bad as it sounds-“
“You’re the…fuck…ING person who’s been brainwashed!” Banna found that her last comment sounded a lot better in her head. Kisa confirmed this by snorting in amusement.
“Regardless of what you and I don’t have in common, it’s only going to take longer to wash my armor if you get your blood on it.”
“What blood?” Banna hid the side of her hand from the paladin’s view.
Kisa quite enjoyed the young warlock’s obvious fear; it made it much easier for her to realize that she was acting spontaneously. At first, she thought she was kidnapping Trinity herself, but then found that it was the younger one. The one Kelk liked. Loved. Well, with that on her mind, it seemed a very good idea to take her instead at the time. Now, however, she was wondering what to do next. First things first, of course. Get a little revenge. Not breaking her quick run through the forest, she swept her free hand backward, and brought the hardest part of metal glove onto the girl in tow’s head.
“When I get out of this HOLD you have me in I will (Smack)…. will…” The girl’s eyes flickered for a moment, and then rose. Kisa panicked. Had she killed her? She hadn’t meant to kill- no….breathing. Just as she noticed, though, she was tempted to take another attack at the girl, when another plan came to mind.
-
“Oh dear. Out! Owowow, fire fire fire!” Kelk stomped quickly on the back of his cloak, that stupididly decided to catch on a flaming twig. So far his attempts to escape had been ash ridden and over all unsuccessful. This put him in a very dull mood, and the constant reminder that Kisa was out there somewhere did not help anything. Even though he had his shield on, the cracking twigs and falling logs made him jump and flinch in every direction.
Kelk’s head began to feel light; he inhaled large quantities of soot and ash.  Kelk began to feel he was going to die then and there. Sweating rivers, the priest settled down onto the scorched ground, waiting to burst into flames as well.
Ironically enough, the falling tree was what saved his life, that day. Inhaling what seemed to be odd coloured mushroom smoke, Kelk found himself in a state of sleepiness. A strange prodding in his brain seemed to be all that kept him awake at all. What was that? The prodding grew heavier, then softer. Something was trying to get into his brain, but he was unable to figure it out. His arms failed him, and they fell limply onto the burning ground. The world grew blurry and unfocused; soon Kelk’s neck failed him. His head fell backward, and he looked awkwardly at the trees above him, dancing with fire, dying. So was he, it seemed. The prodding in his head grew fainter then ever, almost dying along with him.
The cracks to his right went unnoticed, but even if they had been, Kelk hardly would have cared. The large wooden mass above him was of no concern to him at all. He waited for it to hit his head, to squash himself under it and then to burn away the remains, but it didn’t. As it got no more than two inches from his nose, a large golden circle flashed into existence and once the log connected with it, flew away in another direction. The shield impacted straight onto kelk’s chest. The prodding won over the hallucinogenic.
‘GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THIS FIRE!’ Kelk quickly stumbled upward and began tearing through the woods, his cloak burning behind him, but Kelk hardly cared. The only thing now on his mind was evading the forest. He had to get back to his clearing. There were no woods there, and there was a river! Pushing off a tree, he burst into the area, and promptly tripped. He looked at his hands; horrid burn marks scorched his skin, and fell to the ground. Kelk clenched his teeth and muttered.
“<Heal! >” The fire was out, his skin was whole as well. What was ruined beyond belief, however, was his robe. It was his best one too. Pouting, he looked around his camp. The grasses had started to catch fire. Grabbing his bucket he plunged it quickly into the water, and splashed it around the perimeter of the camp.
Although Kelk knew of the problem with Kisa, he was feeling exceptionally lethargic after his escapade in the forest. He tried to convince himself that Trinity would be able to protect her and Banna from them, and he would be able to deal with Kisa later, but the idea didn’t sound as fool proof, as he would have liked. And seeing he had been acting incredibly foolish the past few weeks, he thought a bit more planning was in order.
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Trinity Blade’s mind was blank. Shooting herself with a Shadow Bolt would have cleared things up, but she was having difficulty keeping one in existence. She saw the blackened skull of mist flicker on both her hands, then fade away, leaving the girl with a terrible head ache. The crackling fire around the clearing stopped her from simply rushing after Kisa. This was a problem, because she wasn’t sure what was happening right now. Another thing bothered her, the confusion. Who was that armored girl? Why was she here? Well, she was from Stormwind, but they had sent Kelk for that. Trinity saw no reason why Kelk had desired another for help.
‘Perhaps they finally realized that I was a force to be reckoned with.’ Trinity thought, which was becoming harder and harder. The warlock looked about the burning trees, not one more fell into the camp. The grass in the clearing seemed too green for the fire, and refused to ignite. A stroke of luck, it seemed for her. Sadly, this was the point where the girl’s luck ran out.
-
Duskwood was a dead forest. Full of dead buildings. Dead animals, dead people, pretty much it was dead. The now dead trees hardly changed anything. Despite the unconscious weight at her side, Kisa ran against the wind, so outrunning the flames was easier than expected. When the paladin was out of danger, she began looking about for what she needed to find. It was hard, however, because what she needed to find was (suprisingingly enough) dead. She scanned the area for it, and soon grew impatient. Time was against her, and every second she wasted went against her plan. Dashing off, she tried to locate it. Her foot caught  something, and she stumbled. Turning on the spot she saw what she needed. A door. Moss and other plantlife had grown over it, and the handle, hinges, and small window had all rusted out of existence. The paladin stepped toward it and looked around the surrounding area.
There it was. Behind a large tree, a tower resided. Although the area was covered in weeds and other unneeded greens, the entire structure was sound. Hopefully, it still would serve it’s purpose.
The stairs were still in place, so was the shelves, the chains, the cupboards, even the weapons seemed unaffected by their years alone. The inside seemed much more tact than the exterior, this was all that mattered.
Slowly, she scaled the stairs, twisting around and around the side of the wall of the tower. Once she finially reached the top, she looked up to see that the dommed top had many holes in it, and down to see the floor was made of wood. The combination left large stones on the floor where kisa was fortunate, and large holes in the flooring where she was not. Groaning at the safety issues with this top level prision tower, she tossed the young warlock into a cell, and shut the door behind her. After it was locked, the Paladin reached through the bars and tied the girls hands to one of the many bars keeping her contained.
“Now, we won’t have any spells from you after you wake, will we?” kisa smiled at the unconscious warlock as she made sure the girl’s hands were secure. –random appearance- Mary Ann: mmm that’s nice, that’s real nice. –Random exit-
“So,” She turned from Banna, and began thinking of what she was going to do next. Oh, yes! The paladin hurridly ran down the stairs, and sorted through the items on a small desk right below the stairs. Brushing away pieces of wood and stone, bones and hair, she finially came upon an item that actually belonged on a desk: A slip of paper! Now all she needed was a pen. Kisa remembered she had seen a few on the upper floor before she had locked up the warlock. Steping to the side, she made her way up the stairs, two at a time. Glancing through the various bottles on the shelves, many filled with questionable liquids and perturbing bodily items, she found one filled with various writing instruments. Quickly, she grabbed a pen. Where had she put that paper now? Oh, right, downstairs. Heaving a sigh, she walked down the stairs.
Jumping the last three steps, Kisa almost ran into the desk, had not she quickly sidestepped at the last second. Smoothing out the paper, she began scribbling on it.
Nothing; the pen was out of ink.
Groaning loudly, she threw the pen into the corner, then stormed up the stairs again, now out of breath. She grabbed at the container of writing utincils. In her haisty grab, the bottle toppled, and fell onto the ground, and shattered. Kisa’s eye twitched, but she had what she needed. A pencil this time, led and all. Turning, she sprinted down the stairs, eager to get this over with.
This time, Kisa actually did crash into the desk. All the items on it fell and the desk broke. All the items, paper, pencil, and kisa herself, hit  the floor. Everything was covered in blood, and Kisa wasn’t prepared to figure out which bottle it came from. Standing up, she pounded on the wall to rid some of the exasperation held inside her. Something hit her head. Perfectly and squarly on her helmet. Kisa picked it off her head. It was a bottle, an ink bottle. The paladin looked upward. A shelf, not an inch above her head. Standing on her tiptoes, she saw it filled with feather quills, exotic coloured ink wells, and endless sheets of paper. Kisa had to close her eyes for a moment to stop herself from having a migraine.

We inturpurt this over dramatic scene of poop for The Momiars of Trinity Blade
Okay, this is a story about Trinity, requested by Trinity because the story is too boring for her. It all starts when Trinity is born in a log cabin.
Auril : It’s a girl!
Random man : *Looks through window * OMG! That’s the hottest baby I’ve ever seen!
Aruil : All….right then
Trinity’s mother : Let’s name her Trinity!
Aruil : I want to name her Daisy!
Trinity’s mother : Hell no.
Aruil : Okay…
Later on, Trinity first showed signs of being a warlock. Unlike most warlocks, however, she showed signs of magic through phychic powers.
Trinity : *Shudder *
Aruil : What’s wrong Trin?
Trinity : I just had this horrible, horrible image of myself!
Aruil : Were you surrounded by terrible monsters?
Trinity : No.
Aruil : Were powerfull horde after you/
Trinity : No.
Aruil : Were you falling off a cliff?
Trinity :…No.
Aruil : Then what was it?
Trinity : I had a horrible image of myself being a simple side character in a mushy unoriginal love story between two people who could never be!
Aruil : Oh, that’s terrible!
Trinity’s Warlock training was always sidetracked by men constantly stopping her in the street.
Man : I love you!
Trinity : ¬w¬ I know!
Another man : You’re amazing!
Trinity : Yes, I am!
Another man : Bare my children!
Trinity : O.o;;
Trinity soon became quite good at warding off the legions of men after her at all times, just because she is that sexy. Legions more of women jelous of her sexiness tried to do away with her, but Trinity always stopped them in their tracks, because she is such a good warlock. In fact, Trinity is so sexy, they devoted a day to her in her honer, just so people could see her once a year and worship her sexiness.

Ishie : What the hell is this?
Biiru : -smack- Keep writing, woman!
Ishie : TT.TT

Banna was also in the family, but she didn’t matter very much. Why? Because trinity’s that hot. Soon. They had to change their identities, but trinity didn’t. So many men continued to swoon over her, and try to smell her hair.
But because Warlocks are unappreciated and underplayed, her and aruil soon became very infamous. Just because they wanted to gain the angel stone for their own greedy purposes.
Trinity : What? A warlock can’t brutally murder and cause countless manslaughter incidents of the innocent just for an ultimate weapon to only cause mass destruction?
Aruil : I know! What’s this world coming to?
Trinity : A lot more than it wants, I can tell you that!
Aruil : O.o;; That’s hot.

Biiru : WH-H-H-A-T?
Ishie : I- uh…I mean…ARUIL WAS CASTRATED!
Biiru : That’s better.

So, because they’re all poopy priests and paladins, the Stormwind army comes for Aruil and Trinity.

Trinity : Bring it biotch!
Aruil : Actually, I think we should run.
Trinity : Why? I could take those stupid shadow priests in two seconds.
Aruil : Yeah, but Ishie’s got a plot device going.
Trinity : This is the worst memoir ever.
So instead of blowing up the entire army, Trinity resorted to spray painting PALLYS SUX over the castle wall.
Paladin : *Sniff * That hurts, man. It really does…
So to escape the thousands of doting men, and that stupid poop army after her life, Trinity and Banna escape to hide in duskwood.
Trinity : Oh yeah, we knew they’d send someone after us, but a PRIEST? Tch yeah right.

So, the memoirs is coming to a close. There might be more later, I don’t know. In closing, Trinity is the sexiest beast, and because of her all the men in the world will want to be with her, but she’s too cool for them, and they will all recive the shot down.
(The shot down)
Man : OMG you’re hot!
Trinity : *beats man violently with blood razor * SPANKED!
So, yeah. There you go…