Fel Reaver in my kitchen!
Chapter 1
"It's not my fault!" Therka cried out. Fermais, having a frustrated look on his face, didn't even bother with what Therka had to say. He was so angry, that the house they've bought in Nagrand was pulverized by a huge black robotic creature, that was pouring out toxic fumes. It made a evil shirek and made the ground tremble whenever it took a step.
"A fucking Fel Reaver?" Feramis said to Therka. Therka just sighed. She came to think of all the gold Feramis had put into their newily renovated kitchen. Therkas green glowing eyes & pointy ears were cute.
"I'm sorry, I know we are paladins, the light cruisers, but i wanted to try out some warlock-y stuff and it sorta turned out bad. I didn't want a Fel Reaver in our kitchen, I just wanted to meet Illidan!"
The city of Silvermoon looked extra blurry today. The buildings didn't seem to be intact, and people seemed to be avoiding me. I didn't know why. I mean, why would you EVER avoid *hic* me? Anyway. I was strolling down murder row, I wanted to find myself an Inn. I was in DESPERATE need of a drink. Suddenly, I came to think of tomorrow. Tomorrow's the day, I'm finally going on my well earned vacation. I am finally going to my nephiews hut in Nagrand. Oh, what a delight.
"Get your goddamn filthy drunkern arse off the street!"
There was a bloodknight staring down at me. He looked rather angry.
"Ezquooze mi, buh wah?"
Suddenly, the bloodknight lifted his hand and struck me on the head. There was darkness.
I woke up. My head was hurting so much. By the gods, was i already hungover? I was unsure.. I tried to get up, but I seemed to be blocked by a somekind of a purple ball.
"What the fuck is this?" I exclaimed.
A man with long blonde hair, a royal armor, which was a red armor, tinded with a bit of golden walked up to me, with hands behind his back. "It's your prison for today, drunkard." he said with a booming voice. My body shook as I looked into his eyes. It was Hombor!
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The sun was setting on the horizon. It was beginning to darken, and the cold winds of the plains started to carefully stroll in over Nagrand. Therka started to shiver, because she was only wearing a tabard. She was naked underneath. Her armor, clothes and weapons ruined, by the fel reaver she had summoned into their kitchen. Thinking that Feramis would never forgive her again, she could feel a certain amount of sorrow creeping into her spine. She decided though that both of them needed a shelter for the night.
"We could move to Garadar. It's only three hours of a walk from here. We need a place to stay for the night, you know how cold Nagrand gets at night."
Feramis, being completely naked, his flaccid penis resting on the ground like a python snake moving in for the kill sighed. He knew there was no point arguing, so he bent down, picked up his penis, and threw it over his shoulder.
"Alright then, lets go."
They started to walk, which was just in time, because the cold winds started to move even faster now. They might just have to jog to Garadar, because in the end, the cold would kill them if they didn't get there in time.
After two and a half hours of jogging, a merchant was walking on the opposite side of the road. Therka saw him, and pictured what it must be like. To see two naked bloodelves running towards his direction. One having his penis hanging around his shoulders, the other one just wearing a tabard blowing in the wind. Her ABC sized breasts just flopping around. They were getting close, they new it. Feramis was starting to get hard, Therka got turned on. But that is for next time!
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