Disclaimer: This is my first fan-fic, and does not really have much story. I'm just doing this for practice, and as a one-shot to introduce my main character a bit.
Starshield, a young tauren paladin, was just resting from another day of fighting the Twilight's Hammer, when he decided to put his day behind him and walk through the city. He removed himself from his worn battle-gear, and donned his more presentable city attire, consisting of a simple red shirt, a sleeveless breastplate, some red shoulder guards, and plain looking plate pants.
After getting dressed, he donned his mace and shield, and left his room, but before he left the inn he now called home, he was stopped by the local drunk, Gamon.
"Hey Star" Gamon called in his typically slurred voice, "are you still going to brewfest to fend off those dwarves?"
Starshield responded, "Gamon, brewfest has been over for a few days now. Besides, you know I don't drink." With that, Gamon returned to his beverage, and Starshield was in the busy streets of Orgrimmar once again.
The arid climate of the city did not bother Starshield very much, as he liked hot weather, but he had not even acknowledged it today, because he was remembering his friends from several months ago. Before he had even started walking, he began thinking about the hijinks they had caused together, like ruining bad conversations or even fighting trouble-makers, as well as how much they just enjoyed each other's company.
He quickly put his memories aside, reminding himself that he could not see his old friends anymore, and strolled through the city, taking in the view of the simple buildings the orcs used as homes and businesses, before stopping at some iron bars likely used to support a new building. He began to wonder why there was not a building here, though he did here that some etherals would set up a new business soon. "Yeah" he said to himself, "what could those crooks have to offer?"
After a quiet day of walking and mild pondering, he realized that his day was pretty boring. He had not talked to anyone, and he had not fought Deathwing's forces that day at all. So, he returned to his room and began to wonder to himself, "What will there be for me after the Hammer is defeated? I cannot see my friends again, I will not be needed to fight the alliance, and I don't even need a job anymore. What is the point?"
As he thought aloud to himself, Gamon, hearing these words, walked in and told him, "There is none, not yet, but you can make one. You told yourself this before, when you were fighting the scourge, but you made new friends, got a job, and found the strength to keep living." But before he could respond to this support, Gamon had returned to the corner he always seemed to sit in.
Starshield then told himself, "Maybe he is right, but there is no one in Orgrimmar I could be friends with." But he quickly realized what he had to do.
"Of course, I need to leave this town for good, find a new place for myself, and establish my new role in life." With his new found optimism, he packed his belongings, and donned his favorite goggles, setting a course for the Eastern Kingdoms, ready to do something with himself.
He called his nether-drake companion down from the sky, and said his farewell to the city. Gamon, hearing the small commotion, rushed out, yelling "What are you doing, Star!" Starshield responded the only way he had to "I'm going to live, Gamon! I'm going to live!"
Without a second thought, he flew off, ready to find new adventures, but he knew what he was really looking for, and he would find it.