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I don't own World of Warcraft. Blizzard does. I do own this cool pen I found at school.
Chapter 1
The Dwarf guard sat out front of Ironforge, thinking about the life passing him by. He yawned, and stretched, setting his hunting rifle on the ground. For three years now, no Horde were seen anywhere near Ironforge, but the Dwarves must be ready, just in case. The dwarf's name was Darlen, and he was a new guard for Ironforge. His new mail armor was still uncomfortable, but his two trusty twin axes were not.
Darlen stood up from the log he was sitting on, and grabbed his hunting rifle. He turned to leave, when he heard a whistling coming in behind him. Before being enlisted on the Ironforge guard, Darlen was an incredibly good hunter, so his instincts were crisp and finely tuned. Darlen dropped to the ground, slamming his hands over the back of his head. As soon as he hit the ground, he heard a thump a few yards away, the thump of an arrow.
Darlen rolled behind the log he was sitting on, and loaded his hunting rifle. He slowly peaked over the edge, to see a troll with his bow strung, aiming an arrow at a guard about 200 yards away. Darlen, acting on instinct, picked up his rifle, and shot at the troll, but missed him by about a foot. The troll turned, and shot the arrow at the dwarf, but the dwarf was already ducked behind the log reloading.
The troll was standing with its arrow notched, pointing at the area where Darlen had ducked, expecting him to come back up. To the troll's surprise, however, Darlen had crawled around the log, and fired a shot, connecting cleanly with the troll's chest. The troll let out a startled gasp, cut short by the fact the bullet cut through his lung. The troll tried once more to lift his bow, but fell to the ground, blood pooling around him.
Darlen stood there, until he heard a sound that sounded like the troll had friends. Turning on his heel, he sprinted to Ironforge as fast as his short little legs could take him. Darlen was pretty far down the mountainside, so he didn't know if he could make it up with out horde catching him first. Then he saw what he was looking for, a group of three guards by a Dwarvish tank.
"Men! Man your weapons!! Horde!! Horde!!" Darlen said, his voice rising in pitch, "I killed a troll, and there were more with him!!"
"Aw crap!" One of the dwarves shouted, and he proceeded to run up to Ironforge with the second guard to get reinforcements.
The other guard didn't get to finish what he wanted to say, as an arrow soared over Darlen's shoulder, and hit him square in the chest. He screamed in agony, and collapsed to the ground, his life blood dripping out of the wound on his chest. Darlen jumped behind the tank, and peeked out to see an Orc with a battle axe and bow and arrow, and a second one with a massive two handed sword.
Darlen said a short prayer to his god, and loaded his weapon. He pulled himself to the top of the tank, took aim, and shot the Orc with the bow in the arm. The orc yelped in pain, and looked around for the culprit. He located where the shot came from, and was about to tell his friend who was looking over the dwarf's body, when a bullet came streaking straight at his face. All he had time to do was gasp, before he was sent sprawling backwards.
The other orc didn't know what happened, but knew that his friend was dead. He began to walk cautiously up the hill. The orc walked past the tank, and Darlen pulled out both of his axes. Darlen ran forward form his hiding spot on the top of the tank, and leaped off the tank. The orc turned around, and gasped at the sight of a dwarf flying at him. Darlen swung both of his axes simultaneously and sliced into the orcs gut, knocking him off his feet.
The dwarf took no chances, and swung his axe in a circle, knocking away the sword the orc stuck up in a feeble attempt to block, and sent his second axe straight into the orcs chest. The orc spat out blood, and fell back dead. Darlen turned, to see hundreds of Orc and trolls charging up to the ramp to Ironforge.
Darlen nearly fainted at this sight, but he regained his composure, and began to sprint up to Ironforge. When he got to the gates, he turned and set himself for a fight. There were dwarves all around him, with their guns loaded, and their battle axes sharpened.
Not bad ay? Well I thought it was pretty good….. Any who, no offense, but I don't want anyone signing up characters, if you had that idea, because I'll lose track. Ill update, and… well… thanks for reading this storeeeee!!