My first fanfiction - a story based on World of Warcraft, after Burning Crusade. This story is from my web comics I do for Wowinsider. If you're interested in the comic version, let me know! Hope you enjoy it!
The small, dark town of Darkshire, once known as Grand Hamlet have been long forgotten by Stormwind, and is left alone to battle the undead, worgen and other monstrosities. Our plight draws in travelers from all races and experience, those who seek gold, who seek fame and those who… just cause nothing but trouble.
An explosion burst through the wall, creating a gaping hole in the small house that was rented by an elf, who came to the town a month ago. Thick, black smoke poured out into the sky, causing the guards and townsfolk to gather, their expression amused rather than worried.
A figure gripped the broken wall and staggered out, coughing. Her blood red robe that fit her slender body was covered in soot, and her fire red hair was a fine mess. She coughed again and looked up, sensing the gaze of the townsfolk on her.
"Ehehe… I thought I had it this time." She smiled apologetically, "Sorry…?"
While many laughed in amusement, the guards weren't too happy with her. It was true she brightened up the place in many ways, but she did cause a lot of damage to the buildings.
"Lis! I told you to keep your experiments to the minimum!" The captain of the guard, Gareth yelled, his hands firmly on his hips, towering over the small, nervous elf.
"I'm sorry sir! I thought it'd be a good idea to try putting this goblin powder into the lamp and…"
"What did we say about using things related to goblins?" He yelled.
"Not… to do it?" She squeaked, looking up pitifully with her green eye. Her right side of her face was always covered by her red hair, and whenever asked about it, especially by the children she played with, she told them she had a scar there. From the amount of crazy experiments she did in the short time she stayed in Darkshire, no one was surprised.
"And…? How are you going to fix this?" Perhaps the first few times, the middle aged captain would sigh and let the pretty, sweet natured elf off the hook, but when the number becomes close to three digits, that's when you draw the line.
"Um… I haven't gotten paid from Stormwind yet… Can I just… patch it up?" She asked sweetly.
Gareth sighed heavily.
Lis was sent by a small government department in Stormwind to check the lamps on the paths, guiding travelers. They would send a mage once a year, to take down lamps that were put out, destroyed, or to create new lamps on new paths. This time, they were surprised it was an elf, since so few elves remained behind the Alliance when rest of their kind left to join the Horde. But she quickly made herself at home, befriending many despite initial suspicion. Her kind, bubbly personality earned her a place in Darkshire townspeople's hearts, and she sure was popular with the children.
"LIS!" A child screamed and flung himself at Lis, closely chased by other children.
"Play with us!" They chanted, chiming in.
"I have to fix the house!" She growled the children as she caught the first boy, holding him closely to her.
"Did you do your chores?" She asked patting another on the head.
Gareth groaned. It looked like his lecture was over.
"I'll talk to the smith to let you have some materials for the wall. This better be fixed by tomorrow!" He sternly warned.
"Aw, uncle Gareth is such a sweet man!" Lis smile happily. "What is uncle Gareth?" She asked the children
"Sweetest fuzzy bear in all of Azeroth!" The children yelled in unison. So this was what she had been teaching them.
With a twitch, Gareth's hand slid to his sword on his belt. He was going to kill this elf today. This was the last straw.
"Sweetest fuzzy bear was it?" Gina, Gareth's wife chuckled as she came closer. She picked up one of the children in her arms and smiled sweetly.
"Afternoon miss Gina." Lis smiled.
"I have something to talk to Lis with, so can I steal her for a little?" She asked the children, who booed and stuck to Lis's robes.
"But she was busy fixing the cowshed yesterday! We didn't get to play with her yesterday!" One of the girls gripped her arm tighter.
"She is going to teach us alchemy today!" Another pouted.
"Come on you brats, or I'll throw all of you in jail." Gareth plucked the child off Lis and ushered them away.
"Gareth smells!" One of the children grumbled loudly as he left the two women alone.
"The children seem to love you too much Lis." Gina giggled, watching the children complaining to her husband.
Lis smiled.
Gina wringed her hands before deciding to speak.
"I have a favor to ask Lis. It might be a little dangerous, but will you listen?" She asked, nervous.
Lis tilted her head, puzzled.
"I know you don't fight, but that's one of the reason why I want to ask you this favor."
"What is it?"
"When you are checking the lamps today, could you shut off the ones leading to the Rotting Orchid…?"
It was a strange request. Sure, the Rotting Orchid was a dangerous place, but by shutting off the lamps, it would be harder to find. Travelers often visited the Rotting Orchid to fend off the Worgens.
"It's just that it's particularly dangerous right now, and we don't' want outsiders to go and provoke the things there. They don't think about what happens to the people left behind…" Gina, quickly reading Lis's puzzled expression. "Each worgen they kill, the angrier they get and assault the town. I think we should leave them alone." She sighed.
"Alright." Lis smiled. "I understand,"
Seeing Lis's sweet smile, Gina felt relieved.
"Thanks Lis." She returned the sweet smile.
Gina left upon being called, leaving the task in Lis's hands.
Lis leant against a wall, near the alleyway and folded her arms.
"Hide the Rotting Orchid…" She muttered.
Her sweet smile curled to a wicked grin.
"Wonder what they are trying to hide there?"
"Things are finally getting interesting huh Biryuk?" She said to the shadows in the alleyway.
In the dark alleyway, pair of golden eyes lit up.