Post by Patty
((Yup. It has arrived! -.- Page 7
here. So, no new characters for now, but I hope this is satisfactory enough. I know it‘s late for me, but it‘s still barely Friday! As usual, feedback pl0x.))
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The force of the water sent crashing into the fortified base obliterated it, clearing the land. Stone and wood was washed out to sea.
“The filth of the Warsong is washing away.” Muttered Drakthog solemnly. Tal’ruk nodded. They both mounted, and left the area to head north.
“How is the Elf, son?” Asked the elder Orc. “Well, she is not exactly well, but she could recover.” Responded Tal’ruk.
“We should take her home.” Said Drak’thog, seeing the Night Elf drifting out of consciousness. The young Shaman nodded. “Just…where is home?” He asked to the weak Kaldorei. “Shai…Shaile…Shaile’dras” She replied hoarsely. The Shamans took their wolves to a nearby water supply, where both Earthclaw and Firebite drank heartily. Shala, too weak to move, had a large pouch filled with fresh water for her, and she was fed it as she lay on the grass, panting.
Earthclaw licked her, saliva now covering her face. She giggled lightly, but it was painful on her raw ribs. For a moment, she wondered where the Shamans were taking her, but she was far too exhausted to think.
The two Shamans stood, facing the water, and Tal’ruk asked his father “Where exactly is Shaile’dras?” To which Drakthog responded “Well, I know where it is. However, I am more worried about what is, or isn’t there.” His son gave him a puzzled look. “Well, she needs a Priestess to tend to her. We can only ask favours, Priests can perform miracles.” He said. Tal’ruk concurred. They walked back to their wolves, and Shala was hoisted back onto Firebite. Tal’ruk gave her some salted pork in his satchel, which she ate heartily as their journey continued.
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“Of all the damn racist Night Elves, she has to be one of the worst. Undermining our efforts like that…” Mumbled Tiragon as he rode through the veiled forests. “Y’know, I gotta get something for ya rage.” Remarked Sproxie. Tiragon glared, and there was an awkward silence.
“We need some rest, ya know.” Remarked the Gnome after a while.
“I know…” Agreed the Human, meditating as he rode. The voice was silent, for now anyway. The two reached a crossroads, and were confused by the different routes. Engraved in a tree, was a sign which read “Shaile’dras” With an arrow pointing west. The two followed it.
“Where is this goddamn base?” Uttered Sproxie, as the murky forest shrouded the pair in darkness. Pale glowing lights, as if powered by the moon, dimly lit the path to the village.
“It’s um…quiet.” Whispered Sproxie, dismounting at the gates. Tiragon nodded. Passing through the gates, only several people walked outside. Holding moon lamps which glimmered in the twilight of Ashenvale, they patrolled the village silently. “So, up for a drink?” Suggested the Gnome. “I’m parched.” She added.
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Ta’jil and Atepo walked through the city, the sea winds howling against the valleys in which Orgrimmar was built.
“So, what you tink we should do, ‘mon?” Asked Ta’jil. “Asking people hasn’t done anyting.”
“Patience. The Earthmother will grant us what we need.” Said the hulking Tauren. Ta’jil walked away, seeing a familiar face.
“Hey, Yosu!” He exclaimed, hugging a female Troll. “How you doin’, ‘mon?” He asked, smiling.
“Sorry, but who is this?” Asked Atepo, frowning.
“Dis be Yosu, ma cousin! Mon, I remember ya when you was ‘dis big!” He exclaimed, gesturing somewhere around his thin waist.
“I’m fourteen now, and ma trainin’ starts tomorrow!” She exclaimed, smiling and hugging her cousin. “Who be dis….furry mon?” Asked the female Troll, turning to see Atepo dwarfing her.
“Dis be Atepo, ma latest recruit.” Nodded Ta’jil, his curved tusks almost rubbing his elongated nose.
“Joo still recruitin’ for dat stupid idea?” Laughed Yosu.
“Yah, mon. Tings are goin’ quicker than eida of us expected.” He sneered arrogantly.
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“Now, get out of the library. Be careful of the patrols, hide.” Boomed the voice. “It will be done, my lord.” Naia blankly obeyed, placing her daggers back in their sheathes. She placed the strange book, now glowing, into her satchel and escaped the library through the window.
“You fool! What did you get the book for?” Hissed the more sinister, snake-like voice. “Because it was willed so.” Replied the Kaldorei, expressionless. “Once I have my revenge, I will rip whatever this other thing is to pieces!” It hissed, fading away.
“Ignore him. He is jealous of the bond we share.” Resonated the deep, commanding voice. She nodded, and sneaked around the back of the inn. “And ensure you are not seen. It is crucial!” Ordered the voice. Naia nodded, ducking back into her small cottage in the outskirts. Darkclaw was softly crying outside, and rushed to her mistress.
"Shut up, mangy rat." She whispered, slicing the panther's throat.
"Collect the blood. I am getting very thirsty." Commanded the voice, as Naia began to fill a pouch with her pet's fresh blood before entering, and locking her house.