This is my first WoW fanfic, and my first attempt at making my own characters and then giving them their own personalities. Be gentle when you review ;D
The silence of the great forest on Teldrassil wasn't disrupted much by the peaceful Nightelves who lived upon it. They liked to hear the sounds of nature. Nightelves often told warriors and mages who wandered into their great city to quiet themselves. Silence was truly golden here.
"I hate this forest, I hate it so god damn much!" Yelled Grombe, Gnome Warlock of the fallen Gnomeregan, as he swatted another bug from his face. Some Nightelves hushed him and got a rather extensive selection of curses thrown at them.
"You have to respect the forest Grombe, and then it will respect you." Replied Sythlost, Nightelf Druidess of Teldrassil, as she expertly avoided a low branch, and then the small ball of dark energy thrown by the pissed warlock.
"Easy to say that when you can talk to the bloody trees... but us normal folk have to just put up with it!" Grombe yelled, earning more hushes and giving more curses.
"Grombe, I doubt that you could be considered normal..." Sythlost avoided another ball of shadow.
"Up yours tree hugger!"
Magnean, the quiet Dwarf warrior of Ironforge sighed. His companions bickered all the time about nature and the finer points of not blowing stuff up. He hadn't got involved in one of their arguments since that time in Ratchet. The fire had gone on for days.
"Look Grombe, I know you don't like the forest, but I really need to learn how to heal diseases, it's important!"
"If it's so important why the hell did you bring me!" screamed the indignant Gnome.
"Because I need someone to protect me so I don't have to fight, I can't fight nature for few days or Elune won't show me nature's secrets!"
At this Magnean was interested. Sythlost never pleaded with Grombe, she must really want to learn this spell.
"Eugh... you promise me I get to burn something soon right?"
"I promise Grombe, I was told that the Deers nearby have become diseased with something we can't heal, and they need to be...gone..."
As a druid Sythlost dispised anything that included killing animals or anything that was part of nature. However it was the druid's responsiblity to keep nature in a healthy balance, and sometimes the death of innocent animals was required.
"Why is Magnean here?" asked the warlock.
"He's here to make sure you don't burn down the forest." Came his reply, almost stunned as if it wasn't obvious.
"Whatever..."
The group continued walking towards Darnassus, a silence overcoming them as they listened to the sounds of the forest, and the muttered cursing of a warlock as he wished pain and death on every bloody fly that hit him on the face.
"Oh, something I forgot the mention, as you're guests you will have to put in the traditional robes, try not to get any blood on your's Grombe, they aren't cheap to wash."
Her only response was a grunt and the sound of a pesky fly being burnt alive.