"I told you it wouldn't work, Dey. I told you over and over that it wouldn't work," A human mage sat in a cell in the infamous Blackrock Spire. In the cell to his left, sat a human paladin, with his eye twitching. In the cell to his right, sat a Night Elf druid, banging her head against the wall.
"Ara, for the last time. Be. Quiet," Dekard, the paladin, growled, "My patience is wearing very, very, very thin…Besides, it was your idea to come here."
"Like Nether it was! You wanted to come in here and 'Cleanse this tainted mountain,' not me!"
"You're right. I wanted to rid this mountain of evil. You wanted to pilfer the damn place."
"You swore! Did you hear that, Ashei!? A holy warrior just swore! Dekard, you are the most unholy paladin I have ever met!"
"Really now? Arthas Menethil."
"Both of you SHUT UP!" The druid shouted, irritated by the two's constant bickering. "I swear, if I ever get my hands on the two of you, I'll kill you!"
The orc jailers, of course, heard the trio arguing, one of them developing a wicked grin. If he let them out, they would kill each other! That way, he wouldn't have to sit here and baby-sit them! The orc told the 'plan' to his fellow jailor, both beginning to chuckle. Slowly, the pair made their way to the cells, opening Arador's and Ashei's.
Arador grinned, nodding at Ashei. His eye glistened a fraction of a second before a massive ball of fire shot out of his palm, slamming into one of the orcs. Before the other could react, Ashei shifted into her cat form and tore into him.
"Well?" Dekard sat in his cell impatiently. "Are you guys going to get me out or what?"
Arador unleashed an expanding cone of frozen air at the cell's bars, freezing them. Ashei shifted into her dire bear form, slamming into the bars, shattering them as if they were made of glass. "I didn't think they were that gullible," Ashei said, wiping the fallen orc's blood off of her hands, "I mean, you think that they would have some common sense."
Dekard picked up one of the orc's axes, gripping it tightly. "Would you have rather wanted them to see through that? We'd have been in those cells until the day we died."
"Well, I guess we should go get our weapons and armor, huh?" Arador grinned at Ashei's nearly-naked form, receiving a slap in return. Arador just laughed. "Yeah, well, I told you it would work. There's more in my head than just spells and incantations."
The trio got just outside of the armory, meeting little resistance. "Ha," Dekard grinned, "that was easy. At this rate we'll-" His grin faded as they walked around the corner & into the armory. Staring at them were several dozen orcs, all of them fully armed.
"Well, this was unexpected," Arador frowned.
The three adventurers were now in cells nowhere near each other with three guards stationed at each of their cells. The trio was back to doing their original activities, Dekard's eye twitching and Ashei banging her head against the wall. Except for Arador, who couldn't stop laughing. After all, he still had his spells.
Well, this is my first story, so feedback would be nice. Criticism, constructive or not, is VERY welcome. Please, review!
Also, ignore the repeat at the top. I can't get it to go away, so some help in fixing it would be MUCH appreciated!