So this is my new story! I hope you like it! :) I changed my writing style for better improvement, and of course for more romantic stuffff. Please review, and of course let me know if you want anything added! I enjoyed writing this one, so be sure to check for updates!
Disclaimer: I don't own Warcraft or World of Warcraft, I only own my ideas and the personalities of made characters
It seemed to be a nice day in Stormwind. The wind was slightly blowing, and the sun was emerging from the clouds above. This was her favorite weather. By her, I mean Krimtion. She was busy doing errands around the bustling town, running this way and that. Krimtion was a Paladin, a warrior of light and justice. For a Paladin, they could heal their allies when death was looming, protect them by being in front of the battle, or fighting next to their leader. For Krimtion, her specialty was healing her comrades as they fought on. She didn't like to brag, but she had a knack for it.
So on this beautiful day, Krimtion was running around getting ready for another run at a dungeon called Dire Maul. She had been in there before, but at a different location, for this was a huge dungeon. Krimtion liked to join random people and stay quiet while in the back of the group of strangers to heal them while they fought bravely. No one really noticed Krim, but only for her knack at healing. It was strange because she was a unique and beautiful young lady at the age of 19. Krim had curled blonde hair, and a fit frame from training in the light. Sure she had guys flirt with her at the local bar and such, but she was so shy that no one wanted to try to work for her attention.
Krim ran to the Auction House to grab a new mace enchanted with intellect, and a new plate chest piece. After that, she went to the inn to request a room after the dungeon run so that she would have a place to rest after. Gods know how many times she used to forget to do that before. She payed a few gold for the reserve and went up the inn stairs to her room for the night. It was a single room, with a nice queen sized bed in the middle. Krim dumped her food on the table near a basin of water. She then started to change into her plate armor. It was rough work, getting the straps to fit, but practice had her know how to stretch to get the annoying things. After getting her heavy armor on, Krim attached her new mace to her belt, and her inscribed book on the other hip.
Now it was time to grab a group and teleport to the dungeon. She requested herself as a healer at the board outside in the Trade Center of Stormwind, and waited to be assigned. Finally after a few minutes, the call came to her saying a group was ready. Packing up her bags and her senses, Krimtion was teleported to Dire Maul.
When she and the others emerged from the teleportation spell, they all took the time to notice each other and greet. Krimtion noticed the 3 damage people, a feline druid, shadow priest, and a retribution paladin. After giving them a shy smile, she noticed the leader or "tank". He was a good foot taller than her (which mainly was always the case because Krim was very petite), he had broad shoulders, and spiky brown hair. He was human, like her, but obviously a warrior. She could always tell they were warrior just by the way they held themselves like something would come out of nowhere and attack. Krim had to admit he was somewhat attractive, with the broad jaw and the look of protectiveness he showed whiling glancing at the group. She shook her head, now wasn't the time to gawk at the male. Krimtion noticed him glance at her and smile. She smiled back and prepared for him to pull the group of enemies ahead of them.
Sorry that the 1st chap is so short, I wanted to try this idea out, but now I think I'll write more. I promise the next one will be longer! :D XOXO