A Druid and the Wardens

Chapter 1: By the Earthmother

Groaning as he Looked over the heads of the explorers and adventurers that filled the streets of Orgrimmar he looked up to the sky, as a gentle breeze blows through his black fur as a smell on the breeze calmed his mood and his tail stopped swinging around in agitation. Wearing a light travelers cloak but didn't bother with the hood as it would get caught on his horns. Wearing some leather armor underneath the cloak Tauhaan turned his attention to the mage that was opening a portal for him. Once the undead mage opened it Tauhaan gripped his staff and prepared to enter pausing to set a small bag of gold down for the mage. Unfortunately fate has a messed up sense of humor for the Tauren as just as he took a step into the portal someone had knocked into the mage causing him to lose focus, which in turn caused the portal to implode causing anyone within ten feet to be knocked back while Tauhaan was hurled across space to a destination that could use his help.

Tauhaan shook his head as he regained consciousness, shifting his large frame into a sitting position he looked around the large circular room he had found himself in. His brown eyes spotting a large purple corpse. Pulling himself up with the aid of his staff despite the protest of his large body he managed to get up. Deciding a quick healing spell would be a smart idea he placed his hands on his chest as green energy surges into him healing his body and any wounds he had from the portal exploding. After his healing, he heads to the body as his hooves echoed across the stone floor. As Tauhaan looked at the purple body he determined that whoever had killed this creature had used magic as he recognized the burn-marks of lightning on flesh. Walking away from the body, he stepped to the edge of the collapsed building to get a feel for his surroundings. What he saw made his stomach drop, a battlefield but not one he has seen or knew of. Deciding he needed a better look changed into his storm-crow form and with a couple flaps of his wings flew into the air and glided to the ground landing amongst the bodies of humans and creatures he did not recognize. Changing back as he lands he starts to walk amongst the bodies looking at the various human bodies looking for any sigil that he would recognize while trying to ignore the bodies that appeared to have been eaten. Looking at the strange creatures momentarily he couldn't help but shake the feeling he was not on Azeroth. Realizing this was not an alliance army he took to the air again in a swift movement and went back to the tower. Upon landing, he changes back and reaches into his bag and pulls out a small stone, holding it tight a puff of smoke appears while a rusted proto drake roars.

Smiling Tauhaan patted the large drake "Alright Nereus lets see where we are"

Hopping onto the drake it takes to the sky and away from the battlefield. After a few miles they came across a village but Tauhaan could tell from the smoke he saw in the distance that it was destroyed. Still, they flew over the village seeing that the creatures had attacked here as well. Flying on he spotted more smoke but this smoke indicated a controlled fire and hopefully, that meant people and not whatever those creatures were. Heading in the direction of the smoke he thought he should land outside the camp just in case.

Neira Surana rubbed her eyes as she sat on the log next to the camp fire and Makers breath was she exhausted. Hard not to be though after the month she had. The once mage of the Ferelden circle of magi turned Grey Warden was not a happy camper. It was hard to believe that it had only been a month since she passed her harrowing, exposed her former friend as a blood mage and then recruited into the wardens all in the span of a single day. Then not even a week later the king was betrayed at Ostagar. He, his army and nearly every Grey Warden in Ferelden had been slain by the foul darkspawn. Leaving only herself and Alistair to overthrow the treachours Teyrn Logain, gather the armies of Dwarves, Elves, and Mages as well as stop the blight. Topping it all off she had found herself IN CHARGE! The Senior Warden was Alistair, but he had shown himself unwilling to take the role. Now she must juggle the personalities of the rag tag team she led. A cynical and sarcastic apostate mage named Morrigan, a massive and stoic Qunari they call Sten, a lay-sister of the chantry with an unsual set of skill for a woman of the cloth named Leliana. One of her teachers from the circle Wynne, the wisecracking bumbling senior Warden himself Alistair and her new mabari warhound Muffins.

Looking down at the warhound at her feet she reached down to pat his head "At least your happy"

The elf ran a hand through her black hair that she kept in a tight ponytail as her blue eyes swept through the camp to check on her "merry group". Alistair was nearby tending to the fire while Leliana and Wynne talked near the tents, as Morrigan was nearby in her own little camp. Sten was sharpening his sword just on the edges of the light as the dwarf merchant Bodahn Feddic and his adopted savant son were securing their cart for the night. Neira sighed anew, after Ostagar Morrigan, Alistar and herself traveled to the small village of Lothering for supplies. While there they had met two new companions, a convicted murderer and a mysterious lay-sister. Thankfully it had worked out for the best. Sten was a beast with anything two-handed that you gave him, while Leliana was nothing like anything Neira has seen with a bow. Journeying to the mage tower to use the first of their treaties, Neira was shocked and horrified to learn that the tower had become infested with abominations and demons. Learning that the templars planned to purge the tower, Neira and her group volunteered to clear the tower. While clearing the first floor they had ran into the Wynne protecting a group of mages and children, after agreeing to let Wynne accompany them she had removed the barrier that she erected to protect them. After clearing the first few floors and killing the sloth demon that imprisoned them in the fade then killing the abomination that caused it all they were able to save Senior Enchanter Irving. With the tower secured Wynne decided to join their group as they were leaving, settling to travel to the dwarf capital the group had made plans to travel north when a creature she had never seen before appeared from the treeline and was approaching the camp alongside a dragon.