I do not own the Warcraft world just the plot of this particular story; I have played World of Warcraft with my friends for sometime. I just wanted to share this story with everyone. I want to thank all my friends for allowing me to mention their toons in this story. Please leave a review.
Chapter One
Sitting in one of the villages cabins a staff and a few magical trinkets near the door, a cloak hanging on a peg. The cabins few furnishings did little to show the richness of the owner and only showed the lack of use. The owner of the staff sat upon the simple hay bed, her skin only protected from the coarseness of the hay by a thin blanket. The village itself was a silent one the children playing in the afternoon sun. The few guards that walked its path the only main defense against any attack from the Horde. The people did not know when -if ever- they would be attack. But that was something that the occupant of the cabin cared little about. She had come far and had abandon much upon the task that she has set off from her life to do, the task was finding her Father.
She didn't have anything to lead her but her own instinct. Her Father had been a merchant and she had learned much from him. She had learned much from the travels with her Father of the world. The only subject she had never known was her Mother, whether her mother had died after she was born or why she would travel with her Father and not live with the woman who gave her life.
Standing with reluctance off the bed she grabbed her cloak not even thinking of where she would start to look. Grabbing the last of her belongings along with her staff she made her way out of the door. If the clear sky was any indication upon whether her goal was achievable, it did one thing on brightening her hopes. But she thought of her friends with the small fraction of whether she would ever return. Her thoughts of the priest Lanart, the priest of light, Dragon Firra, a paladin that was often seen with Lanart, Landonious another paladin that she barely knew, but had grown a friendship with none the less, and the Night Elf that she had fallen in love with Grifindel.
The guild that the group of friends had formed had grown and she had practiced her skill as a merchant with any goods that she could get her hands on from bandits and monsters. At times she would give what she could to any within the guild, when she found that she did not need the gold from these items.
Walking along the path out of the village was something that seemed all too familiar. The same thoughts ran through her head with every mission or task that she set off to do within the lands such as Dark Shire, Westfall, and many others. Going over a check list in her head of any and all the equipment that she brought with her and for how long she would be gone. If she had brought enough space for anything that she might find of worth or usefulness. Keeping her eyes open for any herbs that she could use to make any potions or elixirs.
So leaving the guild in the hands of her friends and with out a word to them she left, disappearing from their lives. She believed that they would not miss her so her disappearance was easier to handle for her. If they did miss her she would never know. So in the small town of Southshore Solest took the first steps in her journey to the Plague lands to find her Father.