Hello to all and thank you for reading this story! It is my first one ever written here and I hope it pleases all of you!
And no, I do not own Blizzard, World of Warcraft or anything related to the game, however I own people in battlegrounds. Vour, Padai (cliffhangeeeerrr!) and other persons you don't know, are my idea. I own them, do not steal please :3 And if I talk nonsense, it is normal, don't be cautious about it. Have fun reading!
ATTENTION: QUESTION: Should I combine these all chapters into one, as they are short? Would it be better? And Review please, I wish to improve my english language and writing skill!
THE TASTE OF FRIENDSHIP
CHAPTER 1
Caverns of Time.
That place was born, when Nozdormu and The Timeless Ones settled down there, asking help from brave adventurers in order to keep the time lines working. This cavern, which was deeply buried in earth, was located in Tanaris, only a couple of miles from the city, which was established by goblins, Gadgetzan. Tanaris was a desert, there was sand as far as they eye could see, which was blocked only by the mountains at the northern and western border, as the sea was in the southern and eastern side. Gadgetzan was like a fountain; it gave protection and nourishment to those who accidentally happened to arrive there. Although there were people from different sides and different races, violence was strictly forbidden and you could see from times to times guards dragging a drunken brawler out of the city.
There was never a quiet moment in Gadgetzan. Many of the travelers came to ease their exhausted feet, some came to visit a close friend, or to accomplish an important mission. Others had found a perfect place for gathering information, as in the local tavern you could hear tales from every corner of the world and a patient listener could find the information he or she was looking for. Ale wasn't a problem either, caravans often visited Gadgetzan and happily paid for a place to rest, or a good group of bodyguards.
He wasn't sure, why he had come to this tavern. Information? No, he wasn't in the need of it at the moment. Ale? Good, but not worth for travelling a long journey, just to drink some of it. Vour didn't care, maybe it was just a spur of the moment. Maybe some unkown power lured him there, or he wanted to get away from the present situation. Everything was fine, but something just happened to attract Vour to the hot sands of Tanaris.
Vour was a troll, a decent shaman, who had fought alongside with the Horde for a long time. He was tall, as troll naturally were, but not so bulky. Long, dark blue hair dangled as a plait behind him and the tusks were small, pointing towards the ceiling. His face was kind, but you could see the small scars and bumps, as the war had taken it's toll. Vour wasn't old, coming towards a troll's middle age. He was wearing a worn armor, and his weapons, an axe and a mace, which hanged from his belt. His tabard represented his guild, having a red pattern resembling fangs of some beasts on a black background.
Vour sat in one of the tables of the tavern, listening to the drunken songs, which many of the quests sang.
"Da dwarf's be curs'd. Can't be standin' da song." he sighed and waved at the mistress of the tavern. A small goblin lady walked beside Vour's table and smiled.
"Whatsa it be, fella?" she said, cleaning the table with a towel.
"You be takin' care of ma raptor? It be hungry and I be needin' it domorrov." Vour asked and placed the empty tankard in front of the mistress. She took it and attached it to her belt, which had many other tankards on it.
"Done, fella. Is there anything ya need for now?"
"I think I be needin' a room." Vour yawned. The night had creeped upon him, the moonlight highlighted the hot dunes outside the tavern. The mistress smiled and pointed at the stairs, which went underground.
"Dank ya."
"You are welcome, friend!" she answered smiling.