Introduction:
"The Bad Beef chronicles" cover four Tauren in Mulgore, who end up coming together to face adventure and hardship in Azeroth, their fate and future is unknown. Will they find the path they are looking for or fall to ill fate in a world of betrayal and war?
The four main characters in this set of chronicles are actual characters played on the "DoomHammer" realm owned by Blizzard Entertainment. I do not own "World of Warcraft" and any NPC or location in Azeroth is owned by them solely.
Setting my World of Warcraft game box back on its pedestal after staring at it for hours, I slowly back away repeating "I am not worthy"
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The Bad Beef Chronicles: Chapter 1
"You're a lazy bull Tavros!" Sundowner yelled at Tavros with an immediate smack with the flat of his blade to Tavros's skull. Training had gone all afternoon to prepare for the 'Vision Quest' in two days that would lead him to adulthood in the eyes of the tribe. Tavros, no matter how he tried still could not reach down and make contact with the Earth Mother to create a 'Thunder Clap' that a warrior should be able to produce.
He let his mind wander looking out across the rolling plains vast in size that made his home here in Mulgore. Growing up in Bloodhoof village, he had spent many a days running across the tall green grass of these plains, hunting the tall lengthy plain striders that made this area their home and playing in the streams and Stone Bull Lake.
It was a wonder how Mulgore with its tall stone structures that protected Thunder Bluffs and the rolling plains with its tall dark green grass was so close to the Barrens a harsh wasteland.
Tavros was brought back to reality when suddenly; much to his dislike and surprise a thundering wave shook his body and made him fall to a knee. His ears still ringing, he looked up to find Sundowner grinning over him. Clenching his fists, Tavros stood to face his instructor, "Now.. that is how you perform a 'Thunder Clap'." He then turned and as he walked from the training ring yelled over his shoulder "That is it for today. Head home and Tavros, you've got to keep working on it!"
"I think the old man likes to give you more grief than I, my friend." Sundowner's son taunted as he walked past Tavros. "He is right though, I just don't know why I can't get it to work." Tavros turned to walk to camp for the night. After getting two strides away from the training ring his friend 'Natty' caught up with him "Why so down, brother? I think you will get the 'Thunder Clap' to work, if you would just open up to Earth Mother. Forgive her for your father and you mother, you know?"
Anger flashed across Tavros's face as he turned to look his long time friend in the eyes, "I have asked of you to not speak of my father and you know how I feel about the loss of my mother. If mother earth gave a shit I would be at one with my family instead of alone in a world I have yet to understand." Natty could tell he should press the matter no more, as they walked to town they could see the stars of the night over head and the prairie wolves started their night time songs.
They approached the local blacksmith's home as Natty's father BlackMoon stepped from the front door. "Long practice today boys?" They both nodded and BlackMoon began to grin. Sensing more work coming his way, his son Natty sighed and went for the question "Father what is for dinner?" BlackMoon looked down at his son and smiled a large grin, "Whatever you return from your hunt with my son." Their shoulders slumped at once; looking at the warm campfire they turned and headed out to the plains and into the dark night.
BlackMoon called to his son before they were more than ten steps away from the hut. "I need to speak with you son, spare a moment." Natty looked at Tavros and shrugged then turned his horns toward home and trotted to his father. "Yes, father?" BlackMoon leaned in and looked serious "How is Tavros holding up, I am sure his days are hard with the loss of his parents and having to come and learn to live under my roof?" Natty paused, not being ready for the question, "He is having issues focusing and cannot communicate with mother earth, but I am sure it will come back to him father." With that he turned and ran back to his friend to go and search out food.
Hunting out in the Palemane Rock area always provided a good return, but as of late there has been less wild game since the Venture Company had moved in on their lands. Those goblins and their infernal machines. There had already been several battles to defend the Winter Well and a the other sources of water for the Tauren villages. They had only been out in the night for about an hour when Tavros stopped and crouched down. "What is it?" requested Natty, not seeing what Tavros had apparently noticed.
Before Tavros could speak three prairie wolves rushed the two young bulls. The first wolf to reach them leapt into the air and landed on Natty's back. The other two prairie wolves snarled as they encircled the two warriors. Tavros grabbed the wolf from his companions back and threw it to the ground "I think we found dinner! Now we just have to survive to eat it." Natty would have laughed if he wasn't feeling the pain in his shoulder from the bite he had received in the process of the wolf being pulled from him only a moment earlier.
The wolves charge advancing on them with lighting speed, Tavros barely had time to lift his arm to block as a large bristling white and gray 250 pound prairie wolf slammed into his arm knocking him to the ground. Natty squared off against the other two wolves. The first running at him received a devastating strike from his war hammer, but as it landed broken and dying only a mere three feet from him the second wolf had made it in to its target. Natty yelled in pain as the wolf's teeth broke his flesh and ripped into his leg, "Get off me you stupid animal!" He kicked knocking the wolf back, leaving them at a face off.
Slobber and heat mixed with bad breath snapped at Tavros's face as the wolf snarled and snapped at him while standing on his chest. The Tauren grabbed for the wolf's upper and lower jaw taking hold and prying apart. The wolf struggled and yelped but in quick and sickening snaps its jaw and neck was broken. Tavros threw the wolf aside and stood to help his friend with the last wolf, as they approached it with their weapons drawn the wolf howled and then ran. "Whew, I would say we now have a good sized dinner!" Natty said happily. They each picked up a dead wolf and preceded to field dress the wolf for taking home for dinner.
(Upon a ridge behind them on the stones walls of Palemane three sets of eyes stared out, long pointed ears and Elven eyes allowed them to see and hear everything that just occurred.)
"Should we attack, captain?" the younger Elf asked the man to his left. "No. We will wait for dawn and then move in."
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Ok so this is my first fan fiction, so go easy on me but be honest. I know that the action was not all that great but it will get better. I am trying to lay the ground work right now.
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