JJ: Hey there guys! This be my first fan fic so please go easy on me. Reviews,constructive criticism are welcome. Flames...I guess, it could help me improve my writing skills.The story is about my World of Warcraft characters (And my friend's) going on adventures, questing and doing what they do best...fighting! In later parts on the story, the plot will deepen and become more serious, so please bear with the easy going beginning. Here is a list of characters and their connection to the real wow.

Nellera Brightarch - lvl 70 Blood elf Paladin 'Shebubble' Burning Legion server

Karkon - lvl 70 Orc Warrior 'Karkon' Burning Legion server

Thorka Fangtotem - lvl 70 Tauren Druid 'Clintonfaiz' Burning Legion server

Sey' Rans - lvl 70 Troll Hunter 'Seyrans' Burning Legion server

JJ: That should make things easier.

Nell: Your just sad and lonely in boarding school...pathetic...

JJ: Shhhh! just give out the Disclaimer!

Nell: Meh, World of Warcraft does not belong to JJfats...although I do...grrr...

Chapter 1

Karkon's eyes followed her every move. All she had been doing for the whole night was impatiently pacing around the camp fire, occasionally cursing in Thalassian and peering untrustingly into the tree line. It was an unusually quiet night here, deep within the forests of Feralas. Usually, there would be the chirping of crickets or the howling of wolves in the background, but all was silent this night.

'Good' Karkon thought, It tells us that something is amiss. He shifted his weary eyes back towards the blood elf who was still circling the fire. She was an unlikely companion to see traveling with an orc. At first glance, they looked like polar opposites to others.

Karkon was huge, even for an orc, at nearlyeight feet. His body was mostly made up of muscle, his arms almost as long as a human leg, but as huge as a beer keg. His grey-green skin seemed blood red in the fire light. On the other hand, the elf, the paladin, was only six feet. She had short red hair and the typical long, pointed ears of her kind. The only difference was that of her eyes. Unlike other blood elves, Nellera Brightarch's eyes did not glow eerie green like other Blood elves. Instead her eyes were a dull, like that of a human, except that her irises were blood red.

He did not know much about her and he never found a good time to ask about her past. She always seemed to be in a bad mood and Karkon knew all too well what she was capable of.

Nell might look slim and harmless, and probably to some, even beautiful, but she was a deadly fighter. She could take down wave after wave of enemies, handling her huge two-handed mace with ease. Her ornate armor was like a shell, blocking of all emotions to the outside world. 'Well, all except anger' Karkon said to himself.

Sensing eyes on her back, the elf glanced in Karkon's direction with a piercing stare. Karkon quickly avoided her gaze. Some how, the girl exudes an aura of raw power that could even make the bravest men uncomfortable.

Nell glared back into the forest and cursed again. Karkon took it upon himself to take first watch. He knew if he went to sleep before the elf, she would have run into the forest and try to kill their prey on her own. It was the same with all other Blood Knights. Blood elven paladins who walk the path of retribution would always wander far from their home to seek battle, only stopping during times of war or if they were to old to continue fighting or if they were dead.

Karkon looked back at how they had gotten into this mess. While they were in Ratchet, Nell had gone to seek out her contacts some where in the town and had told him to meet her at the inn. While he was there, he got carried away and drank himself penniless. When a human sailor had insulted him in his drunken state, Karkon had went berserk and pretty much brought the entire inn down to the ground killing almost everyone in it. He then rampaged through the streets like an unstoppable green tank. No matter what anyone did, nothing could stop him. That was until Nell returned and gave him a hard boot to the face, knocking him out.

Apparently, while he was unconscious, the goblins had kicked them out of Ratchet for good, saying that they would only allow them entry if they could bring back the head of a certain necromancer who has been hounding Steamwheedle Cartel caravans. Since Nell frequented to Ratchet. She was determined to hunt down the necromancer.

Usually, Karkon wouldn't have minded going on such a quest. He lived for battle like all of his kind. He just did not like the idea of fighting a wizard without the aid of ranged support. he had seen what necromancers could do. During the Scourge invasion, he had seen necromancers cast spells that flayed skin from bone and raise armies of the dead to fight them.

Karkon noticed that Nell was fast asleep at the far side of the camp. She seemed to have fallen asleep while he was deep in thought. She did not even bother taking off her armor and wore it in her slumber. Even her weapons and librams were still attached to her belt and back.

Karkon breathe a sigh of relief. One of the little things he knew about the girl was that once she was asleep, nothing could wake her except a prod or the scent of an enemy near by. The orc felt his eyes growing heavier with each passing moment. Soon, he found himself asleep. He did not bother waking Nell for her shift for he knew that she would run off. Karkon drifted off into a deep slumber.

It was an unusually quiet night in Feralas. Usually, there would be the chirping of crickets or the howling of wolves in the background, but all was silent this night. All except for the light snoring of two warriors around a campfire...

To be continued...

JJ: Ok thats one chapter down, a whole bunch to go! Weekends are coming so hopefully another 2-3 chapters will be out by Monday. This chapter is just an intro to the our two heroes. There will be battle in the next! I promise D

Nell: There better be...or I'll be introducing you to my meat grinder...

JJ: Gulp