Drag-ing it out.

[Therak]

The cramped cellar was barely big enough, even for Therak to stretch out in, most of the time he had to slightly curl up, unable to move any of his protesting muscles more then a little bit, and even that would have to be done sparsely.
He barely dared to breathe, afraid that any sound might end up finding the ear of the Kor'kron doing another sweep of the building.
He pulled the amulet up again, looking at it. Even touching it made him feel sick, he knew the purpose it had been made for, he could even appriciate it, the source aside. But looking at it, or touching it made him feel filthy, wrong, like a sheet of oil across what was once a pure lake. It had been fine while it was still in the warded bag, but after things went wrong, there'd been little choice. It was that, and the kindness of an old friend who kept him alive.
The sound of the beating above him began again, he could hear her whimpering, and the rough laughter of the Kor'kron. It made him want to cry out, to burst out of the floor, blades dancing.
Worse, it made him feel powerless.
He'd not be able to fight off several armed Kor'kron, even if he'd been unharmed, not in these cramped quarters, and certainly not without being allowed to fight on his terms. Instead he'd have to listen to her being beaten, and worse. They knew that she'd been close to the traitor among them, and they were determined to punish her for that.
Clenching his teeth, Therak drifted inside himself, rather then listening to the sounds above him, shutting everything out.

The moonless night was surprisingly quiet, if he didn't know already, he'd not have guessed there was a siege going on not far away.
He was crouching at the meeting spot, looking out into the darkness, trying to detect any movement.
”Been waiting long?”
Therak was quite proud of himself for not flinching at the voice, in a way it had been expected. Peth did like to show off.
”Been here long enough, you're slow... Back in the North you took pride in always being there first...”
He took in the human with a glance, he wasn't much more then a dark shape, but he could see a twinkle in the one remaining eye.
”There was a draenei who taught me that you don't always have to be first... She was a good teacher... I could arrange for you to meet her.”
Therak chuckled softly, replying with a smirk.
”It's easy to teach someone who knows next to nothing... The others with you?”
The human raised his hand, waving it forward slightly. In reply four more shapes materialized from the darkness, easily distinguishable as two night elves, a gnome and another human. All wearing dark clothing, leather and cloth, and small satchels across their backs.
”All ready, and briefed. Annely will be your minder for the mission. She'll keep you safe enough... After all, you have our way out, and I don't do suicide missions...”
Peth grinned, flashing his all too white teeth in the darkness.
”Except Icecrown... Right?”
Therak pulled his own satchel to himself, and slowly got to his feet, ignoring the pain that came with the movement.
”Well... Fighting off three Deathknights with my eye hanging down my face is as close as it gets... But that wasn't really a suicide mission, just... almost?”
”Kodo-dung. You had one eye when we started that mission, and it was still there when we finished it.”
”Aye... But you got to admit... it's a good story...”
Therak didn't bother replying to that, focusing on getting to the next point without being noticed.

The six shapes were all but invisible in the darkness, creeping slowly across the dry grass, the agreed on signal had been flashed from the wall, and the rope already hanging down for them to scale, or in Theraks case, be hoisted up by.

The first thing he noticed as he got up on the wall, was a squad of Kor'kron, having a standoff with the alliance operatives, weapons drawn, and moments away from setting off a shitstorm that would make enough noise to be heard all the way to the Drag.
He barely had the chance to open his mouth before one of the Kor'kron lowered his weapon, grinning behind his helmet.
”Uncle... It's good to see you. I was worried they had left you with your throat cut in a ditch somewhere...”
Slowly, but surely the rest of the weapons were being lowered.
”We don't have much time, better make the most of it, hide the rope, and we'll talk when this is over...”

As they descended down the stairs, Peth turned to Therak, arching an eyebrow.
”Uncle? Didn't know you had a brother...”
”It's an honorific... Long story, in short I helped him and some friends of his out, and I've been stuck with it ever since...”
Peth barely managed to supress a laughter. While the others rolled their eyes, used to the rogues antics by now.

The gnome attached their last charge to the beam Therak had pointed out, and the six sneaks quickly made their way down towards the Drag, sticking to the shadows. The sudden breach in Valley of Honor had attracted quite a bit of attention, something they had quickly taken advantage of to cripple other parts of the defensive structures, they'd even managed to get one bomb hidden in one of the barracks...
”Good to see my last mission before finally getting a comfortable desk position went well...”
The gnomes grin was splitting his face from ear to ear, but it dissappeared quickly as one of the elves hushed him, reminding him they were still in hostile territory.
As if to prove the elfs words were true, a sudden hail of arrows came down among them. A bright flare lighting up the night, illuminating the prone, still and bleeding form of one of the elves, and the prone, screaming and not so still form of the gnome.
”Split! Split!”
Peths voice rang out in the night, and suddently in a flurry of movement everything went down the drain. The second volley took down the last elf, Annely pushed Therak out of the way and fell down aswell. She didn't get back up.
The only thing Therak had time to see, was Peth sprint through the night, away from the chaos, and then Therak did the same.

Finally the noise above him quieted, and the heavy footfalls moved away, the door slamming. Not long after, the floorboards was moved, and he could see the female, and the results of the Kor'krons search.
The place was a mess, everything was torn open, clothes and items spread all over the floor. But for all the chaos in the house, she looked worse. Her face was swollen, and had darkened with bruising, her clothing was torn to pieces and she was clutching her robe to herself. The only thing that didn't look broken with her was her eyes, they looked hard, like flint, or cold steel. She was holding out a waterskin to him, and a small pouch that smelled of fish.
”Dried fish and water, I'm not sure how long you'll have to stay in there... But it might be a while...”
Therak didn't know what to say, and simply nodded to her in thanks, as she replaced the floorboards and left him in the darkness...

[Rhonya]

((Nooo! *Drags Therak to safety* :< ))

[Claws]

Nice yarn

[Therak]

It was hard to say how long he'd been in there, with the siege, there wasn't much food. What little food there was, mostly went to the soldiers, and what little food his hostess got... Was barely enough for her. He'd eaten three times since he got in there, and he certainly was in a state of constant hunger.
It was in the middle of the night, he thought. It sounded more like night, when suddently there was shouting and other noise outside. It quickly grew in volume and intensity, until he could hear the door to the building break down, scuffle of feet and the sound of metal clashing above him.
The sounds inside was over as quickly as they had begun, and something wet and sticky dripped through the floorboards onto Therak, the only sound above was soft feet, not boots. Moving around the room hesitantly.
The floorboards were ripped away, and the light of a single lamp inside left Therak blind for several moments, but he quickly recognized the business end of a blade pointing to his face.
"No sudden movements mon... Ya a'hmed?"
Therak slowly put the medallion back in the warded pouch, nodding very carefully at the troll.
"T... Two daggers in my belt, one knife in my boot, another knife in my right sleeve, there's one in the small of my back and a small blade in a sheathe hidden inside my braid..."
He continued to slowly put the pouch away in a pocket, then made very sure to keep his arms to the side, he didn't want a misunderstanding.
"I'm with the northern rebellion... With the Red Blades..."
The troll looked him over, and took a step to the side, leaving Therak room to get up, the blade was still kept pointed in his direction though.
"Wo'ds  are cheap, mon. Climb up and put your 'ands behind your back. When we know you speak truth, you will be free again."
Therak slowly did as he was told, every muscle hurt from being inactive for so long, not to mention from his still half healed wounds. There were three more trolls in the room, and two dead kor'kron on the floor. His hands was quickly and ruthlessly secured behind his back, so high up that he had no chance to reach his blade.
The sounds of fighting still came from the streets, by the sounds of it it was fierce, building to building.
One of the trolls pushed him in the back, and they marched him back towards the gates to Orgrimmar.
Once outside, the trolls searched him properly, removing all posessions, leaving him locked up and naked in a hastily improvised cell in a tower, while they were going to make inquiries to anyone who confirm his identity. During a quick interrogation Therak had left the names of several who could do so, even some who should be somewhere with the southern forces. Of course finding specific people during the fighting might take a while...
At least they left him some bread, and water to sate his hunger...