Times End: A World of Warcraft Story.
Chapter One - Broken.
".. And if you time it just right you can jump of the cliff, and your mount just appears and you fly away..!" A small crowd stood around watching the epic clad protection warrior, all amazed with his superior armor, weaponry and super fast flying mount. And they watch as he shows them the fun tricks of jumping on your flying mount with style.
"BAAAHHH!" The Alterac Valley ram cried as it appeared in the air without land beneath its feet.
"Agggghhhhh..." Splat!
"Averda, could you please raise Dyce for me, he did it again." A young Night Elfs voice calls out to her human paladin sister, who just cannot believe it has happened again.
The warrior opened his eyes to see the crowd of people staring at him, not sure if they should laugh or well, just laugh. Which they began to do. It did not matter that he wore armor that would stop the scariest of demons from killing him, it did not matter that his great sword alone could destroy the deadliest monsters of Outland. To everyone, Dyce was just a fool, someone who always messed up, someone who did not deserve the gear which was bestowed upon him, and what hurt him more, was the fact that not only he knew this, but so did everyone else.
"Its ok Mei, you can laugh to." Dyce stood up and nodded to Averda who had just raised him once more from his stupidity, she was already laughing at him. He removed his helm looked at the beautiful Night Elf before him. "I'm just going to go for a walk, see you later.." Meiyoru watched as he turned and walked away, she did not laugh, she did not even smile, nor feel pity. Her heart flew out to him, she just wished he would realise it.
Slowly he made his way down the path on Aldor Rise towards the elevator, his ego had already been struck down today, so he decided it would be best to take the elevator down to the lower city. Looking out towards the heavens he could only see the dark cobalt sky, taken over by thick clouds. It was always dull in Shattrath, always covered in a gloomy mist, and it echoed how Dyce felt.
The elevator reached the bottom and Dyce was met by two Aldor Acolytes, "Scryer, why do you dare be in our domain?!" Not wanting trouble Dyce bowed down to the guards who laughed at him. Everyone wanted to mock him today. "Go now or you will banished from the city!"
Hurrying he moved away down the ramp to the main city pathway, he could see the Aldor bank and knew that he would have to run past that, the guards did not like his kind in the area, and sadly it was the quickest way to the Gryphon master. The City Peacekeepers did not care much for the anger the factions felt for each other, as long as punishment was dealt with swiftly, and Dyce himself did not want that to happen again, two weeks banishment, being unable to enter the city was more than a pain to him, it being the main crossroad in Outland.
"Sir Warrior, may we speak with you?" Two short women called out to him, and he moved towards them before realising that the two women where infact dwarves. Giggling to himself he stood over them.
"Can I help you?" Dyce looked down, smiling at the two young dwarves. Their garbs were that of the Stormpike Guard, and at this moment all he wanted to do was go and be alone, something he was use to and at this moment in time very welcome.
"Sir Warrior, we ask for your assistance, your aid to fight by our kins side. Will you join us in the fight against the Horde in Alterac Valley?" As one of them asked the question slowly moving behind Dyce strode three large wolves, and sat upon them a mighty Tauren and his two Troll friends. Dyce turned and looked at the three Horde that now surrounded him. Smiling he turned back at the two Stormpike Emissaries, but noticed that they had sneakily moved across from where they once stood, now ignoring him, as the three large heavy armored Horde now of their mounts stood surrounding him.
"Move on!" A Peacekeepers voice echoed through Dyces' ears. 'Thank the Heavens' he thought to himself. "Human, you best not be causing these gentlemen any bother." Of course, the warning fell upon him, how could this day get any worse?
He nodded and hurried now towards the Gryphon master who was now in sight.
Looking up at the Gryphon master he smiled "Master Nutral, could I trouble you for a ride on one of your fine mounts?" The Draenai looked down at Dyce, returning the smile, and turned towards one of his mighty gryphons.
"No!" Dyce just looked at the Gryphon master, only seeing the back of him, but could sense the smirk on his blue face. "Boy, all our Gryphons are busy in flight and the line of customers is great. I cannot give you my service." Looking around he could not see anyone but the Aldorian Combatants, swords in hand, practicing for battle.
"I understand, sorry to have troubled you kind Sir." Turning away from Nutral, Dyce headed towards the bridge that lead out of the city. He could almost hear the squarking roar of the Gryphons laughter, even they were laughing at him. 'What do I have to do in this stupid world?' he questioned himself as he walked past the city guards and over the bridge, not even looking back, knowing there was no one to wave him farewell.
The hard stone now became gravel as he headed up the hill away from the city, knowing of a passage that led to Nagrand via the marshlands of Zangamarsh. The dark tree and plantlife of Terokkar now became scrubs of blue and green grass, and the thick smell of the hot bogs now entered his nostrils, it was almost overwhelming and the sounds that almost danced around him brought a cold shudder to him, and it was then that he reached for his helm and put it on, at least that would stop the sounds from beating on his mind. There was alot of life in this marsh, but as long as he kept to the path, he would be safe.
He was well away from Shattrath, but he could still hear the laughter, it was following him. At least he was out of the gloom of Terokkar, the forest lands felt creepy and as his job kept him in that area, he was glad to be away from the herbs that hit him with a dirty sour stench, and the ore that caused his arms to ache. Then again, Zangamarsh was not any better, but at least it was a peaceful walk to the broken lands of Nagrand. He wondered why he ever journeyed to Outland, he knew it was not for the adventure, as the soft pale face of Meiyoru crept into his mind.
His thoughts kept him away from his surroundings, he did not hear the splatting footsteps of the shadowy figure following him, the same figure that had been there at his humiliating fall, to his run-in with the Horde.
Westward to Nagrand. 'Maybe something good will happen there' he thought to himself, still hearing the laughter.
Next, Chapter Two - Steam.
