There will be blood…

Prologue


Tall, blue skinned creatures were running around screaming "Get to the pods!" "Naaru be with us!" and in the skies of Azeroth there was a flaming ball of fire and metal exploding before screeching to a halt on an island on the western coast of Kalimdor.

On a smaller island southwest from the first, there was one of the larger pods, surrounded by dead bodies of the blue creatures. A few were burnt, or had missing limbs, but one was groaning. The female was lying in the center of the wreckage, her leg gashed open with a large shard of a brightly glowing purple glass.

Galloping was all she heard, pain striking her legs and arms, almost all of her body really. She then struggled to get up and look around for help, only to see a pale skinned creature with long ears, bending down and kneeling in front of her. The creatures hands were glowing with bright light, and when it faded she felt as if she was new, and the gash on her leg was gone.

"Hello, can you understand me?" he said

"Are… are you friendly?" she groaned, then she laid down, exhausted.

"Well, I suppose you mush have crashed, eh?" he asked rhetorically

The man was a blood elf, a paladin to be more exact., specialized in the art of retribution. Flam was what his friends called him, sir Bloodrider was what he was addressed to by his lower ranking officers. He was on a routine surveillance mission when the ball of fire plummeted from the sky. Needless to say he went towards the crash and found the girl. Flam picked her up and carried her off to his camp on the northern coast.

About a quarter hour later he arrived at his tent, a basic tarp thrown over a couple of sticks. Primitive, even by the more spiritualistic races of his faction, the horde.

After hours of standing over the woman and taking care of the temperature of her body, she woke up and started to sit up.

"Where… where am I?" she said

"You are on the land of Azeroth, home to the proud horde, the stalwart alliance, and many, many monsters. I am Flam of the blood knights, a defender of the horde, and explorer extraordinaire. Your people rained down in a giant ball of metal and fire, and you crashed nearby."

"Well, then I suppose you want to know my name?" she asked

"It would be a start…"

"I am rose, a magi from the world of Draenor. My race is know as Draenei, once the Eredar, and have been devastated by the ravenous Orcs. We traveled on the dimension warping Exodar with the aid of the Naaru."