Hey everyone, it's your favorite girl here. So, I decided to rework my WoW story because I just wasn't feeling it anymore. It'll still be the same characters with the same intentions of going off to the broken isles. The names are being reworked a little as well to make it easier to read. The story will be smoother and we shall get to the actual action of the broken isles quicker.
I do not own wow and this story is to be taken as my own verison.
I do hope you enjoy this newer version of the story.
Midnight.
"Do we really need to go all the way to Booty Bay to get that stupid herb?" A tall Monk asked, pushing past people as he made his way through the crowd. "We are causing a scene."
"Your bad attitude is causing a scene." The paladin said, also very tall and shared the features with the monk. I stopped in the middle of the crowd, gaining a few confused faces in the process.
"I am more than capable going myself to the market. You and your brother happened to want to join along." I turned around and looked at them. "Unfortunately, you also come with a security detail because you're both nobles."
After expressing my distain, we went forward towards the stalls of food, spices, and other trade goods. The men looked at shops with jewels and fine silks. I kept to the streets but didn't stray too far from the pack. I looked at stalls with herbs and other unorthodox items. One of these items being Frost Rose from a Frostwolf orc.
Two years after peace was made in Dreanor, our home Azeroth was at peace. It was a certain type of peace where we tolerated the other side enough to not attack. My life was a typical one as a priest in the capital. Heal a few people, read the scrolls to improve, make potions, and other rather boring things. It was three years ago since I was discharged as a combat medic. I grew comfortable with my life although any chance to get away from Slivermoon was taken.
"I've never seen an elf like you." The orc said timidly.
I looked around before realizing she was talking to me. "I'm certain other blood elves travel to these parts too. Although this isn't really a place you'd find blood elves." I said, scanning at the other herbs.
"No, I mean there's something about you child. You have hair darker than the dark wood, lips as red as blood, skin as white as snow and eyes that shine like emeralds." She said. "Such a rare beauty and you hide under your cloak."
I smiled pleasantly as I picked out the herbs I wanted. I wore a simple red cloak with a dress made of silk. The dress was red, the shoulders exposed and the dress was rather formfitting. Just above the knees the dress flared out just a tiny bit to allow movement. My hood hid my dark brown hair that normally got mistaken for black. This was not the attire I'd wear to battle.
"Why thank you for such compliments." I bowed my head out of respect as I paid the orc. I placed everything into the bag and turned around to face the monk.
"Non'daras, are you really that bored?" I asked.
"I just came to tell you that my brother and I are going to the inn to drink some." He proclaimed.
There were some few seconds of silence before he went off in the direction of the inn. I don't know if I felt hurt that I wasn't invited or relieved that I wouldn't have a horde of people following me. Non'daras and his brother, Tamasen are some of my closet friends. I've grown up with the two and even went off to war a few times with them by my side. Non'daras is the older one by two years as Tamasen is younger than myself by one year. Their father is one of the trusted advisors of the lord regnant where my mother has gained his favor. In some ways, I shouldn't even be around them. I've tried to distance myself from them but they still find their ways back to me.
I had one more item on my list, something that is rare and the sole reason why I came down to booty bay. I looked around before entering a side street, making sure I wasn't being followed by some of the guards. I crossed one of the draw bridges before entering a small shop. I bring my hood down as the troll who ran the shop, creating potions.
"Zaralily, how can I be of service to you today?" He asked, mixing two liquids into a test tube. Zaralily isn't my actual name but it was a nickname.
"Hello Gardonz, do you have the blood rose as promised?" I asked, looking around at some of the ingredients they had to offer.
"Aye, Firegrace has the flower. I'll go fetch him." The troll said, leaving the front of the store towards the back. I wrapped my cloak closer around my arms, feeling a slight chill.
"Lassy, my favorite blood elf of them all." A jolly dwarf came out from the back to greet me. He
"Sadly, I cannot stay long. I have to meet back up with my party. Do you have it?" I asked.
He nodded and gave me an object wrapped in a rag. I opened it up to check the contents, once I was satisfied, I closed it back up and handed them a small pouch of gold. I placed my hood back up, covering my identity. I turned around to leave the store, and the chills I had when I entered the store had returned. In the doorway stood a tall night elf death knight. The cold he was giving off was more piercing than those of others. As he stepped closer to the counter where the troll was, I stepped away towards the door. Once I got to the doorway I turned around, looking at the death knight as he spoke to the troll.
I walked out and headed back towards the Inn where the two men are. As I walked in, the mage they had as their guard look my basket of goods and ported them back to Silvermoon. I couldn't take three steps before one of the bouncers stopped me.
"Hood down." He said.
"I'm just going to get friends so-."
"I will not ask you again." He said, snorting through his snout.
"Yes sir." I said, bringing it down.
I looked around from them, thinking it would be easy to spot two noble blood elves with their men. It took a good five minutes before I found them drinking and having maybe one more guard that could function. Tamasen, the paladin looked at me and smiled.
"Zaralyeil, my best friend and soon to be wife." He was slurring his words together. "Come sit, I shall get us a room."
"Tama... You're drunk." His older brother said. He had two girls, one blood elf, the other a troll half breed with maybe a human. "The guards are just having a bit of fun with the fine selection of human whore. They should be finished soon."
"Maybe I should get the porter to port Tama home." I suggested.
I moved to Tama's side to help him get up but instead I get a concentrated burst of wind to my face. Causing me to step back a little bit.
"He is fine. Why don't you go off and keep yourself entertained." Non'daras said. "I'm sure the disgraced medic can be of use to someone not as precious." The two girls laughed.
I have my fists balled up, feeling the rage of shadow energy building up. I took a deep breath and walked away. I moved to one of the hallways not too far from the main tavern part but away enough. I found what looked like a balcony that I can go to and grab some fresh air. I smiled and walked through the opening. I was then greeted by a group of draenai guards. They stopped their talking and looked straight at me. I blinked a few times, trying to think of the common words to use. I learned it when I was younger but never really used it until recently.
"I come in peace." I said as they just stared. "I'll go somewhere else."
I turned around and walked into someone armour cladded figure. I looked up with horror, realizing I bumped into one of the Draenai guards. I bite my button lip, trying to think of a way to get out of this. "So sorry." I said.
"Oke, bon, bon, gade nan sa nou jwenn isit la." The leader said, placing his hand under my chin and forcing it upwards to look him in the face. "Mmm, dis 'n skoonheid. Maar dit sal doen."
"I don't speak Draenai." I said, his hands moving towards the pin of cloak, trying to undo the pin. I felt another set of hands pull the cloak back, as more caress my sides. "No, no, I am not one of the workers here."
"Ela é fermosa. Estaremos felices con nós." One said and they chuckled.
"Ez dut uste odol elf hau puta bat dela. Inoiz ez zaizu kontatu nor da prostituta bat gehiago." Another voice said, noting the fact that I was struggling.
"Hold her down, you'll all each get a turn." The leader said.
"No, stop! This is an act of war!" I warned but my words warned no one.
They began to drag me towards the table by my arms. I went to scream to only feel my mouth being covered by one of the hands. I still tried to scream through his hands. I felt my hair getting yanked out of the ponytail it was once in, letting the loose curls fall. Hungry hands grabbing onto my cloak, ripping it into pieces that fell to the ground. I felt my entire body being slammed into the table, causing dishes and other objects to crash just as hard as I did. My arms were then grabbed by one of the males and were held there as the leader came up with a smile. He leaned in, pressing his body weight onto me as his hand traveled up my leg.
"I could care less about war. I see what I want and take it. So, it happens that I've never had a blood elf and don't worry, after an hour you'll begin to enjoy it." He whispered, his hand going up anymore. I screamed as loud as I could, the laughter getting louder.
"I don't know what you are doing, but I hope she's not screaming for you to stop." A dark cold voice sounded, stopping the hand dead.
"This doesn't concern you night elf." One of them men said. I heard the footsteps getting closer, metal clinging, and the air getting colder.
"How about you let the girl go before you find yourselves in the bay." He said. Three of the men laughed again until they looked at the man. Their expressions changed in a blink of an eye and started backing away. This caused the leader to get up off of me. I tried to get up and look but he then placed his hand on my throat, immobilizing me.
"Starblade, long time no see." He said. "This is just a whore that likes it rough, very rough. We are only giving her what she wants."
The night elf only came closer, causing the draenai to tense up, tightening his grip. I start to gasp for air, my hands trying to pry his away. I felt the surge of magical energy build up, heating my hands in a holy fire, causing his hand to burn. The draenai yelled in pain, removing his hand from my throat. I got up, moving away from him. He tried to grab at me but I got away only to watch him huff and puff. He grabbed his blade and made a lounge towards me. I braced myself only to hear the cling of two swords. I looked up to see that same night elf death knight from the shop in front of me.
"You'll betray the alliance for a blood elf whore?" The draenai spat.
"I will protect the innocent from the wicked, even if the innocent is horde." The death knight said, and in mere seconds hand the draenai on the ground and disarmed. The draenai huffed again before getting up and leaving with his crew.
Once they left he turned around to face me, taking his helmet off allowing his black hair to cascade down. I looked up at his perfectly sculpted face, his ice blue eyes filled with nothing although they made me feel safe. His eyes were narrow and his lips were full for a night elf. He reached around and undid his fur cloak. He then wrapped the cold cloak around me, tying it off with a knot.
"Thank you." I said quietly, still a little shook up.
"You did most of the work, getting him off of you." He said, gently moving up jaw to look at my neck. "Little fire from a mage does wonders."
"I'm not a mage." I said, placing my hands over my neck and allowing the healing spell do the work.
"Oh, you're a priest. You must be pretty powerful to do that much damage. I saw his hand." The death knight said. "Anyways, here's a port shard to get yourself out of here." He said, giving me a crystal. Before I could refuse it, he was long gone.
I looked around for him before hearing some of the guards coming up. I hid the crystal as they approached me. Two of them came behind me and one placed their hand on my shoulder.
"Miss Rosesorrow, are you alright?" He asked with a sympatric voice. I just nodded and we left the balcony.
I didn't know if I would see him again.