Hey. New to WOW. Really like it. So I wrote a fic featuring a pair of OCs (as that seems to be an okay thing in this fandom). Hope you like it. R&R?
-Statyck
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Anarkky Sunbell did not like spiders. She never had and she never would, so when the chef in the Ghostlands requested she bring back crunchy spider legs for his culinary experiments, she almost gagged. She managed to save face of course, it would have been terrible manners to let her distaste show, but now she was faced with a simultaneously revolting and amusing task.
She had some arachnids to murder.
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Wyn Sorrowsong was only in the Ghostlands in hope of making a few silver. After the fall of the Lich King, there wasn't much else he could do. He had finally broken free of the Lich's command, but the common people abhorred him and rightfully so. He didn't remember every single thing that the Lich King made him do, but he could recall enough.
No one this far north knew his face, and with the assistance of a small amount of makeup he could easily pass for a living elf. Now somewhat free, he was little more than a simple warrior.
For the time being, he was able to get a job freeing an overtaken town from Quel'dorei spirits. It wouldn't take him long, a few hours at most, but it would suffice. He'd make enough to pay for a small meal. He retreated into the forest of dark trees and glowing mushrooms and jogged down the road to his destination.
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The young woman notched her arrow and took aim. She didn't usually use a bow – she had obtained other weaponry since her time in school – but she was entirely unwilling to get any closer to that eight-legged thing skittering around on those rocks. For a moment she felt a little guilty, the poor beast was only minding its own business, but it quickly vanished when the spider took notice of her pet.
The utter monstrosity had the gall to attack her gorgeous cat. So she quickly shot a well-aimed arrow into its mandibles. It spasmed and dramatically fell on its back, legs twitching just a few times more before it stopped moving altogether. Reluctantly Anarkky took a knife from her belt and inspected her kill. She took hold of one of the legs and hacked it off.
Why had she taken this job?
Well, that was easy. There were spiders close enough to two more tasks she'd promised to undertake. The people of Tranquillien were kind enough, but they were a little lazy. Instead of helping retake the land themselves, they paid those just leaving Eversong to do it for them.
So stowing the final leg into her bag, she sighed in relief. There were several ghosts to her right, and zombified murlocs to her left. Both were targets, and ironically enough, both were far better battle choices than a giant goddamned spider. Considering her options, Anarkky decided to go right first. Several of those ghosts were giving her some very unflattering looks.
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Wyn wasn't especially worried about the ghosts or the wraiths. It only took one hit from his enormous metal mallet to make them drop dead, and even if they got a jab in it didn't really do anything. No it wasn't the undead spirits that irked him.
He didn't know who she was or why she was here, but the huntress was absolutely mad. She alternated between a bow and shortsword, and her pet lynx trailed behind her carefully, as if it knew it might get hit if it strayed too far ahead.
"Really?" She yelled at a hissing wraith. "You really think glaring at me is going to do anything? Oh I'm so scared." She lilted before she shot it in the face. She looted the transparent corpse and moved on to the next unfortunate spirit.
She was extremely angry, and he wasn't quite sure why.
Normally, Wyn might have been inclined to ignore her. What others did wasn't usually his concern. That being said, her aim was erratic. After nearly getting hit by yet another arrow he lost the last of his patience. Enough was enough. He ducked behind the buildings, throwing aside spirits, and crept up behind her. He had to admit it to himself, he was impressed. She left a trail of corpses behind her, not one undead finger moving. She was ruthless.
But it didn't change the fact that she was far too reckless and would probably kill someone in the near future. So with the cat ignoring him and her back unprotected he grabbed the bottom of her cloak and pulled harshly, making her arrow fly into the air rather than into an enemy, and she fell onto her back looking up at him.
"What do you think you're doing?!" She snarled. "I almost had him!"
"I think you've had enough." The death knight replied. "Look around. You've decimated half the village." She got back to her feet and glared at him, notching another arrow.
"I will have you know, I was sent to clear this place out." She answered. "Not that I see why it's any of your business." He raised an eyebrow.
"It's my business because you've almost hit me with one of these," he snatched the arrow from her hand and pointed it at her, "three times now. If you're going to go on a killing spree then keep an eye out for those of us who are actually alive." He threw the arrow back. She lowered the arrow and raised an eyebrow.
"Think fast." She said, before lifting the bow and shooting.
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Anarkky was annoyed, and reasonably so in her opinion. The entire time this warrior guy spoke, she could see the wraith in the background, getting closer and closer, and he wasn't even aware. So she listened to him blather on up until the wraith took notice of the two living and charged. Perfect. She thought to herself. Now I can show him just what an asshole he's being.
As the wraith ran up and the soldier continued on, she charged the magic in her hand and let her sharp tongue loose just before she planted the sharp little stick into the wraith's heart.
The man grabbed his weapon, and held his hand up to defend himself even though she very obviously wasn't aiming directly at him. Reflex? The wraith screamed in pain, falling and the warrior whirled staring at the body with wide eyes. She was a little surprised to see he didn't look too pale. That was no fun. Anarkky spoke as she walked past him.
"If I almost hit you," she said, pulling her arrow from the corpse, "then that's why." And without another word, she started to run towards the coast of the peninsula.
She was extremely put out. As much as she didn't like the ghosts she'd been having fun, letting loose. She had even been helping that guy when he almost got run through with a sword on more than one occasion, and he had the audacity to try and sit her down and lecture her? Was he normally so nosy?
She huffed, stopping on top of a rock and letting her fingers take hold of the cats mane. Petting it, reassuring herself that her pet was still there. She sighed and stared down at her bow. There were cracks along the tops, and the string was loosening up. She put it away. It was old. She'd need a new one soon. She traded it out for a sword and set her sights on a stray grimscale, one that had wandered a little too far from the group.
They weren't difficult beasts to battle, but they could do some serious damage together. She planned her route around the beach, and began her onslaught.
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Wyn watched as the huntress dashed away, her dark hair flying, towards the coastline. He hadn't even heard the wraith approach him, and if she was to be believed it seemed this was a recurring thing. He hung his head, hair falling into his face.
Had he gone soft?
Footsteps sounded behind him and he whirled, hammer hitting the target in the abdomen. He huffed. His instincts hadn't dimmed, he'd just been distracted. Distracted by her complete and utter stupidity.
I was sent here to clear out the village.
He'd have to ask the arcanist just how often these ghosts showed up.
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Thanks for reading! Especially if you made it this far. :3
-Statyck