Temple of the broken moons

*BOOM*

Another wave of thunder crashes over the ancient forest of Feralas. The mighty trees that make up the forest have long lost any semblance of cover as the rains pour down from the heavens. A heavy gust of wind snaps off a branch, which plummets to the forest floor below.

"That one nearly hit me!" a tall blonde woman in chainmail shouts to her four companions behind her, her voice barely audible among the howling winds. "This storm will be the **** of us!" a blue skinned woman with small black horns shouts while holding on to her hood. "We have to find some sort of shelter soon!"

"Melinae, can you check the map?" the blonde shouts back. A Night Elf woman in shining wet leather armour stops in her tracks and looks annoyed. "And how exactly am I gonna do that in this pouring rain, genius? If the wind doesn't rip the map from my hands, then the rain will make it unreadable."

"I have an idea!", they hear from the back. Another Night Elf, this one wearing wet white robes that cling to her frame, comes closer and speaks. "Monaa, can you do the time-freeze spell again? Just for a short while so we can quickly check the map for nearby shelter."

The blue skinned Dreanei lets go of her hood, letting it blow free and releasing her deep-black hair. She grabs her staff with two hands and starts speaking in a strange language while trying not to look at her companion's slightly see-through clothes. For a moment, all is still. The rain stops moving in mid-air and the wind suddenly disappears.

"I don't long how long I can hold this" Monaa shouts, a strained look on her face. "That fight with the ogres took most of my mana. Make it quick." Melinae quickly unstraps her backpack and fishes around for the map. The inside of the pack is suprisingly dry. Neat stuff, kodo leather, the hunter thinks before fishing out a creased piece of paper.

The other three quickly gather around Melinae. "We are somewhere around here." she says, pointing to a small road on the map. Looks like there is a cave system about half a mile down the path that we can use. Or we can go to this structure. It appears to be some kind of temple." She points at two spots on the map.

"There is no way I'm taking shelter in a temple. I don't like priests and priests don't like me." a small human woman with brown hair and freckles, wearing a maroon robe, chimes in. "Are you insane, Sarah?!" The blonde shouts at her. "You'd rather take shelter in a damp cave, filled with gods know what disgusting crawlers, than ask a couple priests for help?"

"You know my reasons, Lirra. Besides if you hadn't agree to this quest without consulting with us first, we wouldn't be in this mess." Lirra was about to reply, when Monaa shouts "I'm almost out of mana, guys!" The night elf in the robes, moves some of her wet purple hair from her face. "Let's take a vote. Melinae?" "I vote for cave. It's closer and downhill." the hunter says while she is putting the map back in her pack.

"Monaa?" The Draenei turns and looks at her Night Elf friend. She notices her nipples are now very visible through the wet cloth. Her concentration falters and the wind picks back up as raindrops start moving again. "Shit! Out of mana, she quickly shouts. I vote we go to the temple." "Well we know where Lirra and Sarah stand on the matter. Looks like I have the final vote", the night elf replies.