An idea for a fanfiction for World of Warcraft that has been bouncing around my head for some time. Will updated as I feel like it but I've got a plot all lined up ^^
enjoy!
note: I do not own Wow...it is property of Blizzard
Undercity was always the same to Carliin. The same smell of rot and sewage that made her stomach do flipflop for hours. The young blood elf warlock let out a frustrated sigh and turned to her companion, "Will you hurry up please Calhoun? I hate this place, " she snapped at the undead priest taking his time as usual.
The priest glanced at her, or would but his eyes where covered by two criss crossing bandages yet still seemed to stare right at her, "Calm Carliin. We are in no haste,"
She glared at him, " you said that an hour ago!" she hissed.
Calhoun shrugged, a touch of a smirk to his dried lips, "Best to be prepared my dear you don't want a me to be unprepared now do you?"
He chuckled a bit and turned back to the vendor looking over the products and asking short questions in the garbled language of the forsaken nodding or frowning at the responses he got. Carliin let out a frustrated sigh turning back to looking out over the center of the underground city, "Asshole..." she grumbled.
"If you are so bored you could wait outside you know, " Calhoun said lifting up an anklet inspecting the quality of it.
Carliin shuddered and made a gagging sound in her throat, "There is no way I'm going to sit around with Cromwell giggling like a lunatic and Zen'Jithil picking a fight with me," she said.
"I dunno...." the undead priest said turning to her again, "You pick fights with our rouge just as much as he does with you. You two fight like children," he chuckled and pointed out a few items finally making a purchase.
"That stupid troll is the one who starts it!" Carliin protested angrily, "Always acting moody, bad tempered, and ill manner like most trolls are!"
"Oh hush up Carliin. He at least doesn't acted like a spoiled whinny princess, "the undead man said poking her in her forehead as he passed her, his pack clinking with all sorts of trinkets for his profession.
"hey! I do not!" she protested following the taller man to the elevator to the surface,"take that back you overgrown walking corpse!"
Calhoun chuckled, "Keep that up and I might forget to cast a heal for a certain someone," he said in a pleasant sing song voice that shut Carliin up quickly. It would do her no good to have the priest playing favorites in the middle of battle. Like hell was she going to be second best to the damn troll or Cromwell heaven forbid.
Damn Calhoun in his 'diplomacy'! She sulked following him into the elevator relieved to be getting away from the stench of the Undercity.
The first breath of fresh air was rejuvenating and Carliin let out a sigh of content, feeling in better moods. Calhoun chuckled, "Is it really that bad?" he asked tilting his head at her.
"You couldn't even imagine," she said taking in another deep breath of fresh air that smelt faintly of wet pine. The scent of nature was a blessing no doubt about it, even for a warlock like herself the scent of fresh clean air was invigorating.
Calhoun chuckled again and began to walk out of the city, down the broken cobblestone path, "Probably not since I am lacking a noise and a sense of smell in my afterlife," he said pleasantly as if it was the best news he heard all day.
Carliin couldn't help but smile. Calhoun was a character. A happy go lucky calm headed priest who would kill at the drop of a pin and then apologize pleasantly to the corpse. Was he a holy forsaken who believed in picking up where he left?
By the abyss no! Calhoun was as holy as a infernal in a church. He just was probably the nicest evil priest you would ever meet in your life or unlife. She was just glad he was her companion and not a rival. Calhoun as a rival was a scary thought.
Carliin's smile faltered however as they approached the last two members of their four man circus. Half hidden in the shadows sitting next to a fearsome looking dark blue lizard with bright red eyes sat a troll brooding.
He was taller then most trolls, his tusks a little longer, but he was, or at least claimed, a darkspear troll however Carliin highly doubted that fact. But then again she doubted everything he said. He glanced up at the two with grey-blue stormy eyes, his dark red hair sticking out from underneath his helmet, "taking your time again mon?" he asked sarcastically, "did jo at least get what jo be needin?"
"Of course of course," Calhoun said with a pleasant smile raising one hand up in a friendly way, "I'm all ready to save your collected asses when the mission goes to hell,"
"hehe...."a raspy voice chuckled nearby. Over in the shadows of a pine tree a grinning undead , a warrior by the looks of him sat. He was more rotted , nearly ghoulike his lips missing giving him a permanent smile showing all his teeth, the Calhoun was.
The yellow eyes where alight with something, defiantly not intelligences as the undead made his next comment of , "clouds...hehe...."
Carliin rolled her eyes. Cromwell as they called him wasn't the brightest candle in the world....probably the stupidest undead alive she thought. But he was a good warrior and most importantly cheap....just like Calhoun liked it.
She wasn't even sure his real name was Cromwell! It was just the name etched on the armor he was found wearing and that could've been anyones armor for the gods' sake.
Calhoun smiled and clapped his hands together with a pleasant smile, "Now then! Let us be on our way my companions. We have a lot of work ahead of us,"
The warlock bit back a groan as she headed for where their mounts where tied up. When Calhoun said a lot he meant it. It meant a ridiculous number of pointless missions to line their 'fearless leader's' pockets with more gold with the rest of them getting a 'fair' share.
Zen'Jithil was already mounting up on his raptor mount, the beast making a low growly sound as usually like it had a mutant cat stuck in its throat. Next to it stood the two undead horses.
Calhoun's was a mighty beast lavishly decorated and held itself tall and the priest always made a cutting figure on top of it, the other one had a bent back, dull eyes and shuffled about like the second rate piece of junk it was. Cromwell didn't care....Cromwell wouldn't of care if they gave him a murloc to ride!
Finally Carliin got o her mount and felt herself grow with more pride. It was a large gray kodos, a mount ten times bigger then her but it made her feel important like she was a queen above the rest of her companions. Truth be told she thought the giant chickens where kind of the laughing stock of the horde, they didn't have the stamina of the undead horses, the toughness of a kodos, or really all that much speed like the wolf or the lizard. They just looked pretty.
Working with Calhoun for the better part of her career and trudging through ankle deep sewage, sliding down the banks of muddy rivers, and being covered in all matter of shit Carliin had lost the ability to care about her appearance as much as she had use to.
She pulled herself onto her mount and was pleased to find that she was now level with Zen'Jithil's shoulder instead of barely to his chest. Just because he was ten times taller then here didn't mean that she would be looked down upon by the overgrown gnome!
Although it was hard to be intimidating to a seven and a half foot troll when you yourself stood at a humble five foot eight. Compared to other female blood elves she was taller then some males making her ego probably grow in her youth.
"hehe...off to the moon!" Cromwell cackled as he slapped the reins sending his pile of bones of a horse trotting after Calhoun's proud mount. Carliin rolled her eyes sending her kodos into a gently lope after the two, Zen'Jithil bringing up the rear as usual, eyes carefully keeping an eye out for trouble.
"So oh fearless leader, "Carliin began, "Where are we going anyways?"
"fearless leader ahoy!" Cromwell said with his unnerving permanent grin. Everyone ignored his outburst as usual and Calhoun shrugged.
"Going to Felwood for a few things, then to the Winterspring, then off to the wilds of Azshara before a quick stop in Durotar then to the Dustwallow Marshes and then Un'Goro Crater before heading to our last stop Stranglethorn Vale," he said in a tone that made it seem like this was a walk in the park.
Carliin only groaned and hunched down in her saddle. This meant weeks without a bath wandering the woods for a stupid item that most sane people wouldn't want. The warlock raised her hands and softly mumbled a chant, a summoning circle appearing and soon a scowling imp was plopped onto her lap.
"What took you so long?" the imp hissed, "I was thinking I was getting replaced by the voidwalker!"
"Oh hush Jezel," the warlock said gently patting his head, "You are the only one worth having a conversation with and you know it,"
The imp grinned toothily, "Very true milady," he said snuggling up against her.
She didn't know how it happened but somehow she had managed to get an imp that didn't whine about her enslaving of it, far from it. Jezel had immediately taken a liking to her and clung to his mistress like a lost puppy.
It was pretty sad when your only 'friend' was your pet imp but then Cromwell didn't make good conversations, she hated the troll, and Calhoun always somehow got you wrapped around his finger.
Calhoun....she sighed remembering the first time they met, her nearly dead in the ghostlands in a cave with him sitting next to her, nursing her back to health because his mana was depleted in taking out the ghouls that had been about to eat her.
It had cost him money and he had roped her into being his lackey in his grand glorious dream of becoming more successful then any goblin. She thought he was a loony at first, now she wasn't so sure.
She wondered where the priest was storing his impressive loot of coins now. He probably could by Undercity by this point!
"So where are we going mistress?" the imp asked propping his hooved feet up on a the saddle.
"Where aren't we going?" Carliin said rolling her eyes.
"Well we aren't going to the plaguelands my dear, " Calhoun put in.
"Bastard...." she growled causing the little imp to snort and the troll to crack a smile.
Cromwell chuckled, "Bastard priest of money!"
And for once Carliin agreed with the undead loon.