AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD! IT'S A GREAT GAME! :)
**Draenor: Tanaan Jungle- The Iron Front**
*Creed's P.O.V.*
I watched the Iron Horde banner quickly be devoured by the flames from the torch I threw on it. Running quickly around, jumping over a dead Felsworn Soultwister, I barely managed to miss the sniper bullet as it whizzed past my head, a hair's breath away, only for it to ricochet off one of the broken metal canon behind me and leave a high pitch echo ringing in my ears.
I quickly pull my hands over my ears to try and block the sharp ringing.
I grunt in pain and twist my poison coated daggers in my hands, then launch it across the ten foot radius into the neck of the Iron Sniper. Blood spurted out as the Iron Horde Orc dropped his gun trying to take the dagger out. I watched him fall to his knees and fall forward, dead.
"AURGH!" I twist my head as I watched a Horde Troll Shaman struggle as three different Iron Siegeworkers attacking him, his totems only doing so much damage. I dash retrieving my bloody dagger from the corpse and stealth for the Troll.
Jumping in the air, I land on the back of the closest enemies attacking the Troll and gouged my blades into his neck deeply, nearly severing his head from his shoulders. The other Siegeworker looked over to his dead comrade's scream, forgetting the Troll, he ran at me full force. The axe swung at me would have killed me if I hadn't ducked. From the downward angle I twisted my leg under his legs, catching him off his guard; the second his body hit the battle worn floor I slammed my dagger into the back of his neck, severing his spine from the rest of his body.
The third Siegeworker struggled to keep fighting the Shaman; I threw my dagger into his chest as a fireblast ended his life from the Shaman. Standing shakily, I tore the thrown dagger out of the corpse and help the Troll Shaman to his feet.
The Troll grabs my hand in thanks. I stiffen as the shadow over us got darker, I harshly push the Troll out of the way quickly as the bomb came down efficiently throwing me a good thirty feet across the war zone. I tried twisting to ease my landing and ended up sprawling over the ground.
The ringing in my ears was deafening and my body hurt so much. I tried to stand, but my vision blurred and spun fast making me see triple of everything. I nearly fell over fighting to get up.
My chest hurt. I couldn't breathe as a warm liquid rushed up my throat. Pulling down my helm, blood splattered out of my mouth, and onto the already blood smeared and disturbed dirt. Wiping the side of my mouth with my fist, I jump back at the whistle of a shadowblast hitting the ground in front of me. I almost got a shadowblast in the face from a Felsworn Soultwister closing in on me.
He fell to the ground, split in two with a gush of blood from the large severely skill required claymore. I look up to the battle worn and graying face of a Tauren Paladin. I look up in a daze. I watched him raise a large hand and golden light encased his hand; a large warmth spread throughout me. He healed me with Lay on Hands.
"You saved my friend back there; I thank you, little human." The Tauren's deep voice cracked in Orcish; a hand helped me up to my feet. I nodded to him in thanks.
I look around the battle field... enemies were slowing, but the Iron Front would fill with more enemies over night like it always did. If Gul'dan did anything right, it was always provide an abundance of bloodthirsty monsters to do his bidding. I already knew it wasn't even about Hellscream anymore.
I heave a sigh, sprinting to help finish the rest on the Front.
**Draenor: Shadowmoon Valley- Lunarfall**
My ears still rung from the bombs at the Iron Front, the burns and cuts of shrapnel in the war zone strung at the cool exposed air of Lunarfall. The smell of gun powder, blood, and burnt flesh lingering on me was making focusing on getting to my garrison troublesome. I officially hate Tanaan Jungle.
The forests of Lunarfall passed quickly in my vision as my White Primal Raptor, who I rightfully dubbed as Bones, speed forward the more I urged him to in hopes of reaching my garrison quicker for time's sake. The bruises and cuts were becoming irritated from the long bumpy journey on Bones. The large opposing gate of my garrison came into my view as the stronghold of the fortress walls shined a bone white in the high risen moon.
I sighed ever so silently in relief... finally a chance at rest. Well, that is if I can slip into the Town Hall without Lieutenant Thorn noticing me. I speed pass the gates passing Enchanter's shack, Salvage yard, and Bank only to slow to a soft stop as I reached the large fountain in the middle of the garrison.
"Hail, Blook beater."
I turn slowly to the abnormally large giant as a single red eye smiled down at me. I nod in acknowledgment and put my hand up in a hello. A ghostly blue form of a large male Draenei walked towards me and greeted me as well.
"I am in your debt, commander." I huff to myself and nod at Ahm as he bowed his head and walked off.
Bones nudged my arm with his snout and snorted, irritated and wanting to rest. I put my hand over his back and slowly he began to fade and disappeared into a swirl of stardust that formed into a small bone fragment that I put away when I would need to summon him again.
Walking to the mailbox, I opened the flap and looked through to see only two letters.
I smiled lightly at a familiar seal on one of the parchments. The dark gold wax stamped into a beautiful crest of a shield with an array of swords pointing out into a V in the background... my friend's formal warrior crest. And the other parchment caught my eye faster... in the dark blue wax was the Royal seal of Stormwind; what did the king want now?
I groan to myself and try to relax my aching muscles from my previous multi-mission journey from Tanaan Jungle. I was in no mood to deal with the King right now.
The Town Hall was warm and comfortably silent as I entered to see Lieutenant Thorn sitting at the missions table, gazing at Baros Alexston ever so often... I smirk to myself as those two obviously liked one another but were hopeless in actually trying to display it.
Thorn's dark eye gazed at me and locked onto my exhausted form as I trudged in and walked up to the missions table.
"Greetings Commander." I nod at her direction.
"More missions," I sigh and begin assigning my twenty five fellow followers the newly arrived missions.
'Gold.'
'Resources.'
'Resources.'
'Enhancements.'
'Oil.'
'More Oil.'
I mumbled silently in my head over the new missions, signing away the names of who was going to do what.
"Current status on resources and oil."
"9,787 resources and from the new arrival today, about 6,824 oil barrels."
I nod and finish the assigning all the missions leaving no follower without something to do. I hand her the finished assignments and go to sit quietly on one of the chairs in front of the massive fireplace. The warmth seeped into my aching muscles forcing me to relax. I took out the two letters again and opened my dear friend's first... the king could wait his turn for once; I've openly given my time, blood, sweat, and tears to him and the Alliance from before the Iron Horde. I read my friend's letter:
Greetings from Orgrimmar, Commander Creed.
I am sure that when this message reaches you that it will have been a few odd months, but when it does please let me know how things are holding up on your end. You have been more distant than I find tasteful after the Siege of Orgrimmar, it worries me more now with new threats. There was nothing you, nor I, could have done to save all those lost, so stop blaming yourself. At least for the time being the horde and alliance are finally at a truce, a shaky ceasefire, but a truce none the less. I wish I could come see you once again my dear sister, but others will see our friendship as taboo and a great traitorous act against factions. When you can, please write to me as it is always a joy to hear word from you.
Live free, stay strong, and make the enemies bleed,
The greatest Orc in existence,
Gradena Hollowing
A smile peaks onto my lips at my battle sister's letter. Gradena was a rough and very determined Orc I had met during the times when I was barely starting out around fifteen and had been instructed into one of the many greatest hells on earth known as battlegrounds, specifically Warsong Gulch.
Closing my eyes gently, I lean back in my chair almost falling asleep if it had not been for Lieutenant Thorn's voice.
"Commander, are you alright?"
I swivel my head at her and nod silently.
"Tired, Lieutenant" She nod understanding and grabs the pile of assigned missions only to hand them to a page to deliver them to my followers who are probably resting in the Barracks or wondering around.
"Commander, please go eat and rest. You look as if you went through hell." I mile coyly at her words.
"I believe I have, Lieutenant." A smirk crawled onto her pale lips and she leaned back into her chair. I look over to my garrison architect, Baros Alexston.
"Any needed upgrades for any of the garrison, Alexston?" I get up and look over the blueprints to my garrison, shifting my gloved hand over some of the building's designs.
"No. Commander. Everything is in tip top shape. Tier 3 is holding strong."
"Any of the buildings or the mines need upgrades." He shook his head.
"No, ma'am. This stronghold is at its highest." I nod, thankful that something is going right for once today.
"Lieutenant, please make sure that when the Battleship, Bataan, and Destroyer, Soul Reaper, come onto the docks, to please send out the Transport, Aurora, and Submarine, Hollow Seal, on the treasure mission southwest of Draenor's piers." Thorn saluted and I left.
"Good evening, Commander." I nod my head at the armor smith and begin to take off the scratched and blood splattered leather pieces. My body burned and my bones groaned as I twisted to take more armor off. I lastly took off my helm. I took a breath in of fresh air from the concealment of the helm. The plated female dwarf smirked at the gear then at me.
"Rough day I take it, Commander?" I sigh.
"Yes... how much?"
"24 gold and 37 silver." I nod and dig into my bag to give her the money.
"Can you please have these done before sun rise, sooner if possible?" The dwarf furrows her eyebrows and gives me a credulous look.
"Commander, ye need to rest every once and a while. If ye don't die in battle ye will surely be claimed by exhaustion. Ye just got back, take a bloody break." I grin at her.
"When I started this garrison, I knew it wasn't going to be easy. I must carry this burden for no one else will. I have people to protect, people who rely on me... I can't let the Alliance or the King down, now can I?" The dwarf scoffed and shook her head.
"Commander, the bloody king and all of the alliance can wait a night for ye to get som' sleep. Now, I'll get these beauties cleaned and fixed to perfection while you get some rest. Good night, Commander."
Sleep... oh how that would be lovely.
I walked quietly past the buildings in the garrison, finishing and sending out more work orders. I stopped by my large garden and grabbed a good bushel of large Nagrand Cherries from the tree.
Properly stuffing my face full of cherries and a large plate of Hearty Elekk Steak, well at least my cooking is something to look forward when I have the time. I was more than ready for sleep. I walked to the empty Barracks and found a comfortable cot. The soothing notes of the jukebox outside lulled my senses enough to where my weary soul could relax.
Closing my eyes and drifting off was easy, but being a Rogue naturally made it tougher to sleep deeply. Being a pawn of the Alliance is not a fun job.