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Hey everyone, it's K51! Here is a brand new fic I plan on writing and the chapters in this one will be double the amount in my other fic. I find that a plus in my own opinion. But anyway, it is just about a character I created a long time ago! Like in vanilla days of WOW! He was a night elf rogue and I really liked the end. Sadly, the account to him was lost and I am quite sad about it. But anyway, here is the newest story and I hope ya like it. Enjoy!
My name is Eldanir, and I'm going to be telling you the story of my journey across Azeroth.
So let's start from the beginning...
My tale begins of when I was just turning into a man. In human years, I'd be thought of being around 19 years. I was instructed to follow a path to see where I could excel and show my talent. Mother and father, two of the most powerful Kaldorei in history; Tyrande Whisperwind and Malfurion Stormrage. It seemed that their perspectives of my talent were shortsighted. I was to begin my training right after choosing my way of study. Being the son of the two leaders of Darnassus attracted some unnecessary attention. Everyone was different in their topic of teaching.
Mother being the High Priestess, wished for me wanted me to become a priest. The life serving under Elune and sitting back with the light felt too boring for me. Father being the all-famous Archdruid of Azeroth wanted me to become a Druid. As much as I loved nature, turning into animals was the last of my wishes. For my parents' choices, they had some sort of political standpoint, so I was bound to be tied to that. The people in the counsel also wanted to have me as an apprentice. New to Darnassus, the highborne wanted me to study the arcane. In Ashenvale, Shandris, who was practically my sister wanted my help as a ranger. Though, there never seemed to be something that I took to my liking.
One night I sat on the windowsill, one knee up as I rested my arm on it. My head leaned against the wall, as the moonlight sailed into the room like a blanket. Darnassus was my home, and I could never deny that, but I wanted something more. Adventure. The outside world could give me that. My parents were the only blockade as they could never let their child leave without guidance. I sighed and rested my head against the quartz brick and watched the now quiet paths of the city. I turned back to see my mother slightly opening the door to glance at me. She smiled with sincerity before, quietly closing the door. Her wavy blue locks swinging with every stride she took towards me. She was my mother, but I had to admit, she was beautiful. She was aglow with moonlight, even when inside. Her beauty rivaled even that of our past Queen Aszhara. Or what I had heard.
She placed a hand on my shoulder and frowned as she looked me in the eyes. "Eldanir. What troubles you my child?" I sighed again, looking away towards a single opening in the foliage of the trees towering above us. "Mother, I'm fine, just... tired that's all." She gave a halfhearted smile before rustling my dark hair. "Good. Now Furion and I will be gone for a meeting, so try and make a choice on your choice of study. It's been a while since you made an effort. Just... make an attempt, okay?" I sighed yet again, and nodded. "Sure." This time her smile was real, as she turned and strode out of the room, as silence yet again engulfed the small chamber. I narrowed my eyes at the small patch of night sky I could see and I made my choice. I would leave, in secret tomorrow and search for my path. I lifted myself off of the windowsill and walked over to my bed. Lazily falling onto it with a low thump, I let my eyes shut as I drifted off.
I woke up early, the light of the sun only small glimmer. Quietly lifting myself off my bed, I started to pack. Grabbing one set of clothing after another. I tightened the travel pack and pulled it over my arms. The outfit I wore at the moment was a darkened, leather set. The colors all a dark shade of maroon. I maneuvered over to my window and set a foot down on the edge. In a swift motion, I jumped, landing feet first on a nearby branch. Then, limb after limb of the great wooden giant, I landed quietly on the ground near the mage portal to Stormwind. The bright purple glow radiating off of it, coloring the path around it with a shade violet.
I took one step inside and instantly my foot touched stone, as I appeared in Stormwind's mage district. The echo of bustling tradesmen and merchants could be heard outside the tower. The nearest mage, a man wearing bright purple robes gave me a small wave before returning to his tome. I strode out of the tower, and made my way to the Trade District. I now realized the supplies I brought wouldn't last a lifetime; and the gold I had nabbed from home wasn't going to keep me going forever.
I frowned, pulling the pack higher on my back as I maneuvered through busy paths towards the notice board. The massive, wooden panel had numerous parcels tacked to the planking. I reached over a ripped off the nearest one; a request from the town of Goldshire about taking care of the the threats along the roads. Sounded easy enough so I slipped the paper into my breeches pocket and walked away. I approached the gates, the looming statues of famous warriors towered above me as I walked along the bridge. I could barley make out a town far down the road, obviously Goldshire, so I set off towards the quaint hamlet.
After picking up the occasional job at the town, I set off. Walking through the quiet lands made me realize how beautiful the land was. The weather was brightly sunny and cheerful during the day. Little troubled me in this region; kobolds inhabited some mines, and murlocs tried to pick at me from the lakes and rivers, but that was it. When I traveled in between Goldshire and the many other encampments to the east and west, I stuck to the roads. I didn't have any business out in the forest so I didn't waste the energy. But to my dismay, the occasional ambush kept me on guard. Even with Elwynn's peacefulness, I heard of everyday reports of one or two people going missing. I asked local guards, though sadly, they shrugged and seemed not to care.
From what I've heard there used to be a huge criminal organization named The Defias Brotherhood. They were a group of robbers and bandits wearing red masks. It seemed that there have been recent sightings of their return. Even with local bandits unaffiliated with the Defias setting up camps, the local guards still pray the sightings were wrong. My journey in Elwynn was brought to an end as I approached a small bridge leading to a place called Westfall. The golden plains could be seen from hear as I took my leave from the Westbrook Garrison. I crossed a bridge, humming to myself, heading to my next objective.
As I arrived towards a small farm, I noticed there were a couple of men gathered around next to the fence. Something I couldn't make out was behind the gathered persons. Out of curiosity, I made my way over to the seen. When I was close enough one of them noticed me. "Hold up citizen" he barked. "There's been a murder." I stopped and held up my hands in defeat, before shrugging and leaned against the fence to wait for an explanation. I don't know why I waited, but I guess I was interested. The man next to him stood up and took off his glasses. He sighed before glancing over at me, returning to gaze at the corpses, rubbing his chin. He walked over and crossed his arms over his chest before asking. "Son, what's your name?"
I looked at him and raised an eyebrow, before clearing my throat. "Eldanir. Yours?" He smirked. "My apologies. Where are my manners? My name is Horatio Laine." He signaled to the man who shouted at me. "This is my fellow detective. We are here in Westfall because there have been suspicious activity sighted here. Well, more than usual. If you're wondering what a detective is, because you look completely dumbfounded, it's someone who investigates in crimes."
I placed my hands in my pockets and shrugged before starting to walk off. He caught me before I could make any more progress. "Well actually Eldanir, I have a proposition for you." I stopped mid-stride and turned back to face him. "How would you like to join us? You look like a strong individual and we are in need of a guardian. What do ya say?" I really had nothing else to do, so I accepted his offer.
Traveling through Westfall was beyond depressing; poverty was at every turn. Orphans sat in abandoned homes, in an attempt for some sort of protection from the elements. Traveling salesmen tried their best to barter with us, but Horatio shooed him away with a grave frown. We arrived at another farm, that had been abandoned but was now occupied by a couple transients. One of them, by the name of Two-shoed-Lou. Well, for one, he didn't live up to his name. He didn't wear a single boot nor sandal. He was barefoot and wore ragged clothing. Lines of stress and lack of sleep were etched across his features as he constantly looked at his bare feet.
When we asked him if he knew anything, his attitude took a surprising turn. His heart-rate spiked and he broke out in a sweat. He had to know something. He pointed to me and told me if I wanted information take a crate and head into an abandoned mine to the east. I shrugged, hiked the crate on my back and walked away. The dusty dead grass crunched under my feet with every stride as I walked to the hill in the distance. Thing like the lush and fertile of Elwynn. I put a finger to my chin and spoke to myself. "So these murders seem to be growing larger and more frequent. If they aren't dealt with, they'll grow out of control. Hm, well better keep it back into my mind." I shrugged and kept walking.
I arrived at the back of the cave and did as the man had instructed; hopping in the empty crate and closing the lid. Though, just as I did so two figures immediately appeared via teleport. It seemed to me that they had planned this before hand and I guess I picked the perfect time to hide. I peered through one of the cracks in the crate and got a quick look at them. One of the figures was a giant two-headed ogre, dressed in purple robes holding a gleaming staff. His skin was a pale tan as his pudgy form towered over the other figure.
Shandris always mentioned ogres a few times while coming back from Feralas. They were the bane of her existence, and they waged a constant feud with them over the ancient kaldorei coliseum, Dire Maul.
I knew ogres weren't only singled that area but what was one doing planning a meeting with another species. From what I had heard, ogres weren't that intelligent. I glanced over to the other figure, who seemed like a young woman probably a little older than I was. From what the black cloak she wore didn't hide, she seemed to have a lean frame and stood straight without a hunch in her shoulders. From this angle, to my dismay, the hood covered any descriptive facial features. I quickly moved away from the crack and froze as I noticed the ogre glancing over at me. Holding my breath, I waited until i heard their voices. The ogre's was brutish and irritated while the human's was quaint and calm.
"Why you call Glubtok?" I could hear her chuckle a bit before responding.
"It's sad really. How is it, running two-bit operations out of a cave." The ogre grunted.
"Glubtok crush you!" She laughed again. "You could try to kill me and fail or you could take option two."
I could hear a low sigh from the ogre. "What option two?"
"Join me and I shower wealth and power upon you." I could hear the ogre pondering to himself.
"So I have two choices, die or be rich and powerful. Glubtok take option two." Again another chuckle.
"I'm glad you could see my way. I will call upon you when the dawning is upon us." The sound of a teleport spell echoed through the cave as they disappeared.
I lifted myself out and wiped the sweat from my brow. From what I could make out, it seemed as if this very powerful woman was hiring the ogre. The things she promised didn't seem so realistic, but I couldn't help but think why she needed him. I decided to run it over with Horatio when I got back. I left the crate and strode off towards the entrance.
When I got out of the mine, my eyes began to adjust to the quick change in lighting a well as the heat. The mines cool air provided a temporary barrier against the seemingly desert heat. I sighed, shrugging and walked back the farm, avoiding any local pests that appeared along the way. As I approached the back of the farmhouse, a sound rung through my ears, freezing me in place. A gunshot. Two of them. Screams exploded from the house as my heart rate quickened. I made a mad dash to the front and was horrified at the scene in front of me.
There, the man who tried to assist me, Two-shoed-Lou, dead. Two bullets in the chest answered my question of the gunshots, but what really caught my attention was his head. Someone had taken off his shoes and crushed his head with them. Bits of skull and brain dripped from the boots and plastered the ground around him. He lay there in a pool of crimson as flies dotted around the corpse. Horatio came up next to me as I leaned over a fence and emptied my stomach onto the ground behind I turned back, coughing a bit, he had his hands crossed over his chest and a blank facial expression. "This was an execution. Whoever did this was trying to send a message. A message for whoever would dare snitch on these criminals." I nodded, I tried to think of anyone who would do something like this, then I remembered the event in the mine.
The two figures, maybe they did this. They seemed secretive enough. Still, the ogre seems to large to be gone unnoticed and people would have seen him. It motive been the woman, but shed have to be pretty good at this stuff to be this quick."Hey rookie." Horatio's voice rang through my ears as he handed me a letter. "I want you visit the Saldean's farm. It is along the way to Sentinel Hill so just stop by. Ask if they know anything strange that has been going on. Understood?" I gulped, before nodding and turning away. I sighed before breaking into a sprint. As ran across the golden plains, I thought to myself. This needs to stop. I have to stop it before another murder happens. It needs to stop before it gets any more out of hand.
I skidded to a halt in front of what appeared to be the Saldean's farm. The sprint turned into a slow stride as I glanced around the acre. Immediately a flashback of a meeting with the Gnomes raced through my brain, as I noticed large mechanical beings patrolling the farm. The seemed to be an overstuffed scarecrow running on electricity. There were at least 15 roaming around, so I stayed a good deal away and continued to make my way toward the small home. I walked along until I heard movement behind me; sounding mechanical. I turned and just had enough time to duck quick enough for a scarecrow's arm to go sailing over my head. I rolled to the side, slinking from the lack of grip on the golden-dry grasses, before stooping to one knee.
I breathed heavily, and stared it down. It didn't seem to have any proper mental capacity as it slightly turned its head to the side before rushing me. I breathed in before giving a running start and slid underneath and jumping back up to deliver a swift kick to the head. My foot practically rang, as it collided with solid metal. I collapsed to the ground clutching my swollen foot in pain. I had no time to rest as it raised its foot towards me. I rolled backwards and slowly came up to my feet; my foot still in pain. It rushed me yet again, but this time as I slid to the side, I left my foot out in an effort to trip the being. I was rewarded as it clumsily fell over my leg. I quickly pulled myself up and sprang onto its back, shoving my hand through the neck cavity to its head.
I caught a wire in my hand and wrenched it from the cranium. It made one last attempt to pull free but went limp, seemingly powered down. I sighed, still on top of it before backing away, wiping the sweat from my brow. "What the hell are you?" I asked no one, but for some reason expected an answer. I regained my composure, taking a deep breath, then resumed my walk towards Saldean's home. When I knocked on the door, a man lazily opened the door and gave me a quizzical look. His facial features seemed worn out, as his hair flowed in the newly exposed air. "Mr. Saldean?" I asked. "Yes. What may I help you with son?" I cleared my throat. "I wanted to ask you if you've seen anything strange occurring. Anything like a...murder?"
His brow furrowed before he leaned closer and whispered. "Listen, friend. I don't often give out advice like this, but you seem like a good man. Get out of Westfall." The hairs on the back of my neck began to rise. "You're already in way over your head. All you're doing now is putting your neck on the chopping block." He turned away, but before closing the door he turned back slightly and said. "Go to Sentinel Hill. Take the gryphon and get out of here" With that he slammed the door as I began shuffling away. I couldn't understand the situation around me, and why I couldn't get a simple answer. But, I decided to follow what he said and walk to Sentinel Hill.
I slowly approached the high gates of Sentinel Hill only to be greeted by a mob of transients attempting to enter the settlement. They were blocked by armed guards. I leaned over to one of them and nudged his shoulder to get the attention. He turned to me; a blonde-haired man with dirt caked around his face and hair line. He had signs of weariness and lifted an eyebrow to me. I cleared my throat and spoke. "Excuse me. What is going on? Why won't they let you people in? You obviously need to be." He sighed and turned back to the gate.
"These no-good soldiers believe we are nothing but trash. I thank you for the consideration of my well being but these are tough times. Even for the city. I guess we have no home here." My expression softened but before I could respond, a guard called out to me. I turned to him before meeting is stride with my own and meeting him halfway. "You must be Eldanir. A man by the name of Laine requested you up at the tower." I glanced to the transient I had spoken to, but he only nodded his head. I gave a halfhearted smile, then followed the guard.
I saw Horatio talking with another guard before he noticed my sudden arrival. He suddenly turned and grabbed me by the shoulders, staring into my eye with a shock expression. Sweat gleamed off his forehead as I lifted an eyebrow. "Thank the Light! Eldanir you're alright." My brow furrowed at the comment. "Why wouldn't I be?" He let go and sat down onto the nearest chair. My mind was racing with questions. He looked up and gave me a expression like he had seen death itself. "The Defias...they've...returned."
I knew about the Defias. All from the tales told by the guards I spoke to. My eyes widened, and I turned away to stare into the sky. "Who is leading them?" He sighed. "I don't know Eldanir, but whoever he or she is. They are one damn good criminal. We spotted them meeting with various characters. All of them said t be extremely dangerous. All talking about, the dawning. Whatever that means. We know the criminals but the one in charge never shows their face. Word has spread, Moonbrook is their base of operations. I need you to go to there. Try and get anything on the Defias. I will send a group of guards to follow when I get the chance." I nodded, still looking away. He placed a hand on my shoulder to reassure me, before I walked over to the Gryphon stationed by for me. As I place myself on the beast, I turned to Horatio. "Stay safe." I nodded and the gryphon took off.
When I arrived, I sent the gryphon back, as I didn't need it for right now. I could see at the end of the road going into the town led to a large barn. Looked suspicious enough. I walked towards the entrance, getting a weird feeling that my every movement was being watched. Ignoring the sudden change in feeling, I continued. I stepped through the doorway and the smell of mold and damp earth filled my nose. The floor was damp with moisture as I peered around he area. Suddenly, I was grabbed by the shoulder and and my face was smothered by a piece of cloth. I was forced backwards as I tried to push him towards the doorway; into the open. It was no use as he had caught me by surprise, and I was fading fast. My eyes began to droop as the light faded fast. The chemical that he must've rubbed into the cloth was taking its toll. Even with the long struggle, I blacked out.
I awoke to be tied to a chair; the only light a lone lamp hanging above me. I lifted my gaze from my feet and looked up and just in time to see a goblin staring up at me. His face was obscured by a black bandana as he rubbed his covered chin and narrowed an eye at me. I gulped, and before I could make any other move, he brought a dagger from his side and in a swift upward cut, tore the ropes from me. I lifted an eyebrow, lifting my arms slightly off the chair, ready for a strike. The hit wasn't from the goblin though as I was shoved off the chair to the floor.
I landed on the cool stone flooring, stomach first and as I lifted myself up, the being kicked my side. I was sent reeling to the side away from him and landed against a wall of the room we were in. I clutched my chest in agony and coughed a few spurts of blood from my mouth. Lifting my head slowly, my eyes widening in shock at the figure in front of me. "Y-You..." the ogre from the mine, he stood looming in front of me. He raised an arm in another attempt to strike me, but his fist was stopped. A woman, maybe a couple years my senior, stood in front of me, holding the arm raised.
She had black curly hair and a red bandana covering her face. She had shoulderguards with dragon replicas adorned on them and a tight-fitting, pitch-black leather armor. She motioned the ogre off as she turned away, releasing the arm she previously held. She walked up to me and held out a hand, to which I gladly accepted. Though I trusted no one in these walls, and act of kindness was all I needed. She began to inspecting me, circling around as I lifted an eyebrow. She returned to the space in front of me.
"What is your name"? She finally asked. Still hurting from previous ordeal, I swallowed,
"Eldanir". She paused as if trying to remember something, her eyes narrowing at me.
"So you're the one my spies have given me a report on. " She replied.
"It seems you have been snooping in places you shouldn't be. I should just get rid of you, but on the other hand... I don't have an elf in my army."
And that was it, the first arc. I hope you guys liked it. If there is anything you think I should change or remove, please write it in the review section. I really appreciate it. Again, thanks for reading and I will post the next one as soon as possible.
Cya!