Hey guys! This is my first Hearthstone story. So please R&R!
The leather shoes made a crunching sound as it walked on pebbles. I had my head down, most probably because I was anxious what was going to happen next. My rough leather leggings and shirt ruffled in the wind.
My name is Hargoff. People refer to me as Hargoff the Patient. I had just finished my training in the Hearthstone Elementary and was now heading for the Warcraft Inn, the most famous inn in the world. Every few minutes, I had to walk faster when people scrutinized my every move. I trudged to the entrance of the inn before looking up. It was packed like sardines.
Sweaty barbarians moved from one place to another.
Buff ogres slammed their playing cards on the table.
The innkeeper looked from left to right while sitting on wooden chairs.
I closed my eyes, breathed in and walked inside. Suddenly, everything was quiet. Everyone turned to stare at me. I blushed a little, and walked deeper into the inn, plopping down on a high chair in front of the well-dressed bartender. As soon as the bartender lifted his left eyebrow, everyone continued to what they were doing. A gnome began playing an awful tune on his instrument, a wooden stick with bells on it.
I felt relieved that no one was looking at me anymore. By the Speak of the Devil.
"One match with the innkeeper, please. Mage class," I said, and at that moment, everyone turned to me again. A hooded man stood up, whom I presume was the innkeeper.
An elf half of my size went to him and whispered in my ear. "You are the first person to challenge the new innkeeper. Our old one was thrown out of the window and this is the replacement."
The hooded man walked towards a crowded table. Quickly, everyone there backed away. A small orange-haired gnome jumped down from his seat and offered it to the man. He then looked at me and glared. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat at the seat opposite of the hooded man.
There was a box in front of me. It was a well-painted wooden box with strange patterns on it. In the middle was a blue circle with a glowing blue spiral in the middle. The innkeeper pressed the circle, and I realized that he had green scaly fingers with long black fingernails. Right when he pressed it, the lid of the box exploded, and all there was left was a Hearthstone battlefield that everyone had expected.
The hooded man placed a card on the Hero's circle, and the card glowed and the corners came off, leaving an oval with an image of Jaina Proudmoore. I did the same and had the same hero. The hero power popped up at the right of the hero. The hero power costed 2 mana and it was the Fireball power; Deal 1 damage.
The innkeeper started first. That was fine with me as I liked getting an extra card and The Coin card. I received a Wolfrider (3/1), Arcane Intellect (Spell), a Dalaran Mage (2/4) and an Arcane Shot (Spell). I removed the Dalaran Mage and got a Stonetusk Boar (1/1).
The innkeeper ended his turn just when the game started. I summoned a Stonetusk Boar for 1 mana and attacked the opposing hero. I ended the turn feeling satisfied. The innkeeper took a card from his deck. As soon as he looked at it, he smirked. He summoned two 0/2 minions with Taunt with a Mirror Image card. He then used the other mana for a 1/1 Goldshire Footman.
I observed the way the scales on the innkeeper's fingers shake with delight whenever he summoned in a minion. Grabbing a card from my deck, I shifted a card from my hand to the other end of the box. The Elven Archer did a small shriek of delight when it directed an arrow towards the Goldshire Footman, who died on the spot. Using the Stonetusk Boar, I attacked one of the two Taunts for 1 damage.
Sweat dripped down from my neck. He ended his turn, wondering what he was going to do next. The innkeeper – I sensed him smirking – summoned in a River Crocolisk. The other mana was kept with him. Taking a card from my deck, I killed one Taunt minion with my Stonetusk, then dealt another damage to the other Taunt with my Elven Archer.
I was about to end my turn when I decided to use my special card.
"Gain 1 Mana Crystal this turn" I murmured to myself. Using that card, I summoned in a Sen'jin Shieldmasta.
"Taz'dingo! Heh heh heh…" the Shieldmasta exclaimed with delight.
The innkeeper directed the Crocolisk's attack towards the Shieldmasta. Sen'jin did an exclamation of pain when the Crocolisk attacked him. He then took a card from his deck and remained silent as he stared at it.
Many seconds passed and the innkeeper was still reading the card. "Time's running out!" a spectator said as he watched a string in the middle of the battlefield catch fire. "Quickly!"
The innkeeper breathed out heavily. I knew he was frustrated. Suddenly, he reached for another card in his deck. The orange-haired gnome tapped the innkeeper's back and silently told him not to. The innkeeper hissed at the gnome, who backed away instantly.
"You are not allowed to do that."
A stranger walked beside the duo battling. He also had a hood on, with a white crystal necklace hung on his neck. His brown leather hood and iron armor shone. The innkeeper looked at him. Suddenly, time ran out for the innkeeper. He slammed the table and hissed. A long forked tongue came on of the hood as he hissed at me.
The stranger gently pushed the innkeeper back to his seat. Without notice, the clawed scaly hands of the innkeeper jabbed at the armor and the hissing grew as loud as ever. The stranger took two steps back and slowly pulled out his iron sword, hung on the side of his hips. Suddenly, the innkeeper banged his fist on the table and the battlefield on the Hearthstone board exploded.
I looked at the innkeeper, whose hood shifted back due to the explosion. A snake's head stared back at me. Gasps were heard throughout the room "Arch-captain Uur'shaz!" a voice shouted from the bedazzled crowd. The Heathstone box once again exploded, and cards flew in many directions. Looking back at Uur'shaz, I saw a few dozen cards swirling like a tornado around the snake. He hissed louder.
The stranger shifted his hood backwards, revealing an oval face. His spiky hair was not mistaken. Everyone gasped in awe at him. He shifted a hand at the snake and he was pummeled to the inn wall with great force. As he dropped to the floor, Uur'shaz grabbed a card slowly falling to the ground and pounced at the box. The man tried to stop him, but to no avail. The card was slammed against the box.
A cloud of smoke overshadowed the box. "Hatz'uur dwyt. Fir'riish!" the snake shouted, smiling. The man's eyes widened with terror. The cloud became bigger. The snake lifted his scaly hand once again, fingers rested. He suddenly lifted all his fingers until a palm faced the man and I. The cloud flew to us, and darkness was all we saw.
