Just a little something I cooked up while leveling my Rogue. One shot. Bit dark, if I may say so.
One Nasty Encounter
The Mage was riding pretty quietly through Terokkar. Plus, he was content. He had reasons to be, of course. He'd gotten a nice bit of gold from some tokens he'd handed in, his standing had gone up with the denizens of Shtrath, and he was looking forward to heading back to the human capital, Stormwind, for a bit of rest, a drink or two, a good hot meal...and perhaps some other, more private pleasures of his own.
He heard a twig snap. Somewhere to his right.
He stiffened, halting his horse and warily looking around. Terokkar, he remembered, was not friendly - it had those vile ugly moths, basilisks twice the size of any on Azeroth, not to mention Fel Orcs and other demons, some mad Blood Elves...and of course, the Horde. Always the pesky Horde, waiting to ambush and maim Alliance members, often dismembering them, or if attacked by Forsaken, far worse...
Then he saw a blind, helpless Lost One stagger out from behind a tree, wailng in some arcane tongue. The Mage relaxed. So, at the very least, it didn't seem hostile...it didn't seem hostile to him atleast.
The Lost One staggered up to the Mage, as if sensing his presence. It started bawling at him, but the Mage was unable to understand. He felt uneasy, sensing something was not right. Perhaps it was the appearance of the individual in front of him.
And frankly, he was a bit repulsed. This one stank, it's rags were filthy, covered in grime, mud, and blood. It's face was horrific, also streaked with grime and mud and...
Blood.
In mounting fear, the Mage realised the Lost One's eyes were what were causing him uneasiness. He wasn't merely blind...he had been blinded. Empty sockets stared out at him, bleeding, while that voice went on moaning and chattering...one of the words finally made sense to the Mage - ara'lakh - ambush.
Ambush...
The Mage suddenly lost all feeling below his waist, and felt like a Kodo had hit him in his back. With a shudder he fell off his horse, and the beast began to gallop away in fright. His mind told him - sapped.
And then came a vicious, gnawing pain in the small of his back. He screamed, and no sound came - his throat was constricted with a wire that had come out of nowhere, apparently.
He was lucid enough to see a cowled and stooped figure leap at him with it's daggers drawn. Rogue!
Part of his mind kicked in and he bagan to chant a spell. His mind however, would not work faster, the words coming slowly, his brain numbed. Poisoned.
He fought back fruitlessly, spewing whatever spells he had at his attacker. They all seemed to be missing him. He was too fast, evading them all. And he was striking deftly, precisely, the speed of his blows increasing. The Mage's blood flew everywhere. Weakening him, draining him.
I can't die here! Not like this...not like this!
At last, the Mage's strength gave way, and he fell softly to the leaf-covered ground of the forest. Through his dimming vision he saw...an Undead Rogue. His jaws were set in a wide, mad grin, his rotten teeth showing thorugh.
Ko'Resh Akar Dor marl'ethir - I'm going to enjoy this meal...
The Lost One kept bawling. It would meet the same end soon enough. Only as his mind began shutting down did the Mage understand - it had been trying to warn him.
He saw the Rogue bringing out a knife from his pouch...
And all was darkness.