Author's Note: Someone recommended I start a series of oneshots where a Draenei gets fucked by the most famous raidbosses in WoW. A few days later, I had a great idea for a story; a Draenei gets fucked by some of the most famous raidbosses in WoW :). Jokes aside, the oneshors begin in the next chapter, this one's just the intro. Enjoy! -TheCalmFanatic.
Chapter 1: Introduction
"You're all set." A bored innkeeper said exasperatedly as the young Draenei in front of him smiled excitedly. "Just do me a favor and don't break it all within the first few hours." The innkeeper continued, ignoring her excitement. The Draenei nodded and gratefully held out her hand in revealing 50 gold coins. The innkeeper took the money grouchily and gestured behind him to the armor lying on the table. Unable to contain her excitement, the Draenei ran to the table and began donning her new armor. It shone like the sun and smelled of oil. Within minutes, the young paladin had equipped everything. She got ready to leave but panicked as she had forgotten to order a weapon. She rushed to the innkeeper and hurriedly tapped him on the shoulder.
"What now?" The innkeeper asked, clearly annoyed.
"I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the armorer, I forgot that I also needed a weapon." She asked in a quiet voice. The innkeeper let out a long drawn out sigh of contempt before answering.
"He's two doors down lady." He glared at her, daring her to ask another question. Blissfully unaware, she smiled and thanked him for his time.
She entered the Armory to hear the loud sound of metal on metal. The clangs rang out from what she assumed was the forge area. She looked around admiring the massive weapons on display around her. Eventually, after thoroughly examining the wares, she settled on a large hammer and an equally large shield to go with it. Looking at a nearby shield to see her reflection she quickly realized that the large weapons looked quite odd as she held them. She was quite tall, but had a slim build with robust curves. The massive weapons, however, didn't fit with her extremely slimming armor. She had to, after all, look good while killing her enemies. Deciding against her original choices, she settled with a smaller hammer and shield. She paid the Armorer after an hour of waiting and emerged into the bright sunlight, armor glistening. She took a deep breath, smelling the crisp morning air of the Stormwind Trade District. She looked around to see all sorts of people scurrying about, conducting their business. Eventually, her eyes fell upon a large sign which read 'Heroes Call Board.' Curious, she walked up to it to see numerous locations listed on a map with descriptions of each one. Scanning the board, she saw only one which she deemed doable, The Molten Core. It was listed as a fiery hellhole filled with some of the most evil creatures around. Excited to get into the action and pleased that it was a mere five minute flight from Stormwind, she headed off towards the Flightmaster.
On the way, she observed the numerous races present in the big city. She had come from the Exodar. A place where Draenei and the occasional Human were all to be seen. She was fascinated by the new and unique people in the city. She was torn from her thoughts as she neared the marble staircase leading up to the Flightmaster's roost. She waved to the mounted quartermaster guarding the entrance and made her way inside. In the roost, the smell of gryphon droppings was almost overwhelming. Smiling all the same, however, she made her way to the Flightmaster.
"Ah, Nyla. What a pleasure." He boomed in a surprisingly deep voice.
"Hi Dungar. I finally got some armor." She replied, smiling.
"That's great news, I'm sure you'll be kicking butt in no time. You need a flight?" He asked
"Yup. I'm off to the Molten Core." She replied.
"Well, hope on ol' Blasbeak here. He'll take ya where you need to go." Dungar said, pridefully as he patted the gryphon on the head.
"Thanks." Nyla said as she jumped up onto it's back and held out some gold for Dungar.
"Oh, don't worry about it. This one's on the house." Dungar replied, waving her away.
"Thanks!" Nyla exclaimed as the gryphon took off at breakneck speed towards the fiery gates of hell itself.