AN: This is the first fanfiction I've wrote, but any comments are welcome, nice and harsh. Criticism will just make me a better writer. ^_^
RUN YOU COWARD! RUN LIKE THE PATHETIC MAGGOT YOU ARE...
Letting out a gasp, Canas calls out loud. 'Brother!' Looking around, he realises he's alone, and night has fallen upon Loch Modan. Grasping his forehead and sighing, he stands up and pulls his sword, which he had leant on to sleep as usual, from the ground, sheathing it on his back. He looks up at the sky, his glowing blue eyes piercing the surrounding area. Canas Bloodheart was a tall, well built Blood Elf, but had fallen in battle and been risen by the Arthas as one of his servants; a Death Knight. Still young looking for a Blood Elf, he had icy blue hair and dark blue and grey armour. His most prized possession was his sword, dubbed Armageddon; it was taller than him and had seen many a battle.
A thin scar ran down his left cheek, which he often stroked while thinking. He had been one of many a Death Knight that had been freed with Mograine at the battle of Light's Hope Chapel. He had been noted for his strength in and how he had the capability to fight, even when a Death Knight would no longer be able to stand. He picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, before carrying on North to Undercity, where he'd then go to Silvermoon.
Though he could have easily summoned his Deathcharger or just flown to Silvermoon, Canas found something more in walking, like the end of the road was more rewarding having walked it. As he made his way to the passage between Loch Modan and the Wetlands, he stared down the tunnel to see a dwarf standing there, gun in hand, aimed at him. "Comon now laddeh', Turn 'round 'fore I have ta shoot ya..." Canas smirked, and continued walking, talking to the dwarf as he did.
"Master Dwarf, I have no hassle with you, I simply seek passage to the Undercity. Please, shoot if you must, I have no plan on harming you unless you harm me. I came by here to clear my head, as I've always enjoyed coming to Loch Modan for a bit of a break, maybe do a spot of fishing. I implore you; don't shoot, as I feel no need to kill you."
Dumbstruck, the dwarf lowers his gun. Suddenly, he bursts out laughing. "My oh my! A trueleh' respectful elf! Too of shot yeh' would o' been ah mistake!" As Canas reaches the dwarf, he thrusts out a hand to the elf. "Teh name be Hargrim! Hargrim Stonecrusher! Pleased ta' meet yeh!" Taking the Dwarf's hand, Canas gives a nod. "My name is Canas Bloodheart. A pleasure to meet you." They both grin and exchange some small talk.
Finally, Hargrim sighs. "Sorreh' lad, but I gotta make ah' move ta Thelsamar. Next time yeh head this way, gimmie a bita' warnin', and I should be able ta get yeh' inta' teh town! Then yah can drink with a propeh' dwarf!" Letting out a chuckle, Canas starts walking away and waves a hand behind him. "Don't worry, I will!" Both dwarf and elf walk away, chuckling and grinning at their chance encounter, not realising how connected they actually are...
The farstrider ranger lets out a final gasp as he's cut down, a shining gold blade striking at his chest. The assailant looks up at the moon and mutters too himself; "So brother, you're getting closer I see... Don't get too close though, one of us may end up hurt..." At this he lets out a hearty chuckle and steps over the bodies of the legion of rangers he just cut down, not a scratch on him...