Post by Sagramor
This time Ima try to separate it like Morec.
4th Tome: Demons And Their Loving Mothers!-Whenever the Horde was faced with a problem that affected the faction as a whole, the cities had pre-designated groups to fight it.
-Sargron’s group was formed by the troll hunter Zumbyat and the blood elf paladin Corarion. The three of them went on many missions together, and a friendship developed, and lasted until Thrall sent them on a quest to thwart some dragon activity on Ashenvale.
-It was all going fine until they set up camp and got to sleep. Sargron had the first watch that day. The night was calm, normal. The orc walked around from side to side while his companions slept. Uneasy, the orc decided to go to the lake nearby, and gather some rare mushrooms he was in need of, that only grew around the waters of Ashenvale. With the situation stable, the warlock thought it’d be okay to leave his position for a few minutes, so he left the camp. He had never fought dragons before.
-The draconic beings crept around the bushes, completely unseen and unnoticed by anyone. Noticing Sargron leave his post, they decided to seize this opportunity and ambush the sleeping campers. And they would have succeeded to eliminate them if the hunter’s pet, Soulfrost, a rare, black, lion native to the Barrens hadn’t heard the noise made by the approaching attackers. Before they jumped in to the camp he let out a large roar, that waked everyone around, and made Sargron turn around and run back to the camp.
-Quickly the greenish offensive leapt in to he camp. Corarion didn’t have time to pick up his two-handed sword, and was forced to use his wristbands to fend off the blows made by the enemy. Zumbyat, with the help of his pet, had time to pick up his two swords and use them to parry off the enemy while he reached for his bow. The dragon brought the troll to the ground, and just as he was about to finish off with his enemy’s defensive position, Soulfrost jumped at him with all his strength, throwing hit at the ground, and allowing the hunter to pick up his bow and quiver.
-Knowing his companion could handle the attacker for a while; the troll turned and shot two arrows into the head of the being the paladin was fighting with. The scales made it so the shots weren’t fatal, but it let Corarion pick up his sword and say:
-“
Losh tamari!” As he sunk the weapon deep into the chest of his adversary, piercing trough scales and all and killing him.
-At that time the orc arrived at the camp. He stared blankly and surprised at how the dragons had made it there without him noticing. Unfortunately, he did not have the time to ponder at his questions, for the troll’s cat couldn’t hold off much longer. Sargron saw the need for action, so he aimed at the cat’s adversary and said:
-“
Grak trima'rak rokt’rack rofic.” And once again a bolt of shadow hurled out of his hands and hit his target dead on.
-Enraged, the draconic one rushed up the warlock, but on his way the troll hit him in the head with a
special shot, that turned his attention to the troll. Not wanting to waste this chance, the paladin ran up to the distracted being and repeated his move, killing him. There had been five dragons to attack the camp. Two were killed by the paladin, another was the one mauled by Soulfrost in an attempt to save his master. The other two tried to run, seeing as their ambush failed, but did not make it on account of the warlock and hunter’s ability to slow their enemies and kill them from afar.
-After the dust settled, the paladin went to the orc, yelling:
“What, in the name of Quel’thalas, was that? Your stupid recklessness almost got us all killed!”
“You think I don’t know that? It was a mistake, it won’t happen again.” Replied the orc.
"No, it was not a mistake. A mistake is spilling your beer out of the cup, a mistake is using the wrong stone to sharpen your sword! What you did was an act of pure stupidity!”
“Look. Everything looked calm, the dragons were too good. I couldn’t have noticed them.”
“Well, you should have!”
“You think you would? You wouldn’t have noticed if an ogre was hiding in the bushes!”
“At least I would not have thought ‘Hey I’m on a dangerous friking mission, I should leave watch to go pick flowers!’”
At that moment, the troll, which had been tending to his pet, and congratulating him, entered the conversation.
“Calm down, mon. Joo shouldn’t fight, at least the mission be over now. Even if not, there be no name calling needed.”
“There’s always name calling needed when an idiot almost cost us both our lives!” Cried out Corarion.
“Hey, I said I’m sorry. What else do you want me to do you stuck up lady?”
“That is it. I am done. Have a nice life, both of you.”
“There be no need to leave, mon. We be alright!”
The blood elf was already too far to hear the Zumbyat’s cries. Sargron was also fed up with the situation and left the camp, along with the group.
-“Good times.” Though the orc, reminiscing, as he ran through Durotar, mounted up, and heading to Sen’Jin Village.
Tell me if you think it's better this way or like the other ones.