To say that being in a long-term relationship with adventure is a pain in the ass, that's putting it bluntly. There are several kinds of people and some are just NOT made for this life style. They stay indoors, take care of their children, and lead somewhat happy lives. Totally Oblivious to the world around them and all the wonders and hardship that the land has to offer. However, then you have those, who choose to open their eyes to the world! New beginnings! A Heroic quest! The lifestyle of a true-hearted soul.
This was the beginnings of a group of rather unlikely heroes, and boy was it rocky.
"Could this take, any longer?" the thoughts of a racing young warriors mind caught fire in the mind's eye, a burnt out with the rest of his attention span. Sitting in a lecture hall, watching the Blood elf professor walk back and forth across the front of the room, going on and on about the sunwell and its demise. He had heard this story a thousand times and honestly he was getting bored with it. He took a look around the room. The class was full of young horde of all races. They all tended to sit in their own designated sections.
The Tauren would huddle in the top right corner, playing cards and talking in series of grunts, snorts and tail flicks. All of a different coat of color and patterns. Tan, Beige, Brown, Black, White. Tauren were a reserved type of people. Like all horde races, they mostly kept to their own kind; it was more beneficial to them seeing a blood elf might not enjoy the "I like the color of your coat" pick up line.
The Trolls took the opposite corner and were noisy as can be. Speaking out, cracking jokes (Which by the way were never all that funny) and throwing things when the teacher wasn't looking. This behaviors had settled down some since the guards now popped in every once in a while to make sure the shenanigans level had been kept down to a minimum. You never knew when there was an unsuspecting ninja around just waiting to snap your arm for tossing a paper airplane.
The warrior winced at the thought, he remembered clearly when one of the guards had taken it further than normal and dislocated a student's jaw after his attempted to shoot a spit ball at the teacher. Took one of the paladins entire day to fix it, the kid was in constant pain and it took a while for it to subside. There was not more spit balls after that, but a broken arm is easy to fix and most of the time it's considered one of the more "Bad-ass" Things to do. Personally, the warrior wasn't a fan and tended to roll his eyes and snort every time someone did something stupid.
Then you had the Orc's, which took up most of the front. There weren't very many of them who didn't have a pride issue, and even more so that they couldn't chill and think rationally before going all in balls out on something. It was just the way they worked, however it was incredibly annoying and damn near impossible to work with.
The Undead had their own little front corner to themselves. Some of them stank like the rooting corpses they are, others were so old, their flesh no longer carried and odor and they had been cured of the retched stink. Regardless, they couldn't smell themselves. Most of them were spell casters and always had their noses in spell books, looking up all kinds of magic. Dark, Light, Creepy, not creepy. You name it; one of them had the book for it.
Then of course, you had the Blood elves who took up the middle part of the seating area. They were vain, full of vanity and glory. They spoke highly of themselves and kept near perfect clean areas. Most of the time they would snicker and make fun of the other races, keeping in mind not to make too much fun. After all, the horde DID welcome them with open arms when the alliance had betrayed them all.
For that was ONE thing each race could agree on, the Alliance was scum. They should all perish in fire and battle. Blood and guts spilt on the ground as bodies and rotting corpses litter the battle field. They all craved the end of the disgusting faction. The lives that they had led while under their rule was disastrous. The orc's especially held a certain burning hatred to the humans, devil creatures. Squishy skinned and soft-hearted pigs.
All of a sudden the doors flew open and in stormed a dark slender figure. Shrouded in dark smoke for a moment and the room suddenly felt unsettling. The aura she had on causing this effect but she paid no mind. She was tiny for an elf, but her skin tone suggested something different. Dark, smooth and flawless. Holding just the tiniest hint of silver, it would glitter if in the sun in the right light. Her hair was white as snow and cascaded down the front and back of her shoulders. Her eyes like blue fire globes, burning like the pit of some slow burning desire. She scanned the crowd for a moment, her eyes narrowing as
"What are you doing?!" The teacher spun around, his brow furrowed, shoulders tight and seemed to act like he was towering over the woman. Though, she didn't flinch, she didn't even move. She waited until he asked her again but this time in a less bold way. She parted her lips to speak and for a slight moment, if you listened closely, you could hear the faint whispering echoes of the dead. "Silvermoon is under attack" She stated, starring the teacher in the eye. He raised his brow now, crossed his arms and stroked his long, black beard. "Can't the guards handle it? Why are you barging into my class anyways? Who are you?" The woman narrowed her eyes. "I tell you the city is under attack, and your biggest concern is who I am?"
A few snickers came from about the room, all eyes glued to the little figure. Even so, there were little whispers amongst piers. "Who is she?" "Is the city really under attack?" "What is she?" Things of that sort flew around the room; questions repeated so many time it began to make the warriors head spin. He calmly stood up from his seat, and began to walk down the steps, to the front of the room. The Guard at one of the doors had stepped forward to stop him but there seemed to be a living stone statue in his way. A Gargoyle just hovering in place of his gaze. Stunned for a moment, the guard did not move, giving the warrior enough time to hit the ground floor.
"Wyrmhelm!" One of the blood elves had called out his name, his hands up in the air as if to ask 'What are you doing?' The warrior turned slightly, only enough to get a glimpse of the yeller. Bright blue eyes peered from behind golden, shaggy locks and he stared before shrugging and moving to the door. The woman raised a brow and grinned; pointing to the warrior to instinctively looked up and began to fall back into a defensive stance, triggered by her sudden movement. "Keeping young primitive animals in a cage will do them no good but to learn to be docile" She spoke and they turned her gaze to the rest of them, who clearly were focused on her. She smirked before adding "The only way they will learn, is to be the feral, destructive, aggressive creatures they are." The teacher still stroking his beard, curious as to where this woman was going. "Lunch has come to our doorstep children, go feast"
With that, she pointed to the door. Each and every one of the young horde students, of all races and classes alike, ran for the doors, some grabbing their gear and clumsily putting it on while walking. Others were using spells and enchants to change forms as mana dust flooded the room. The Warrior looked at the woman, his eyes squinting. She looked back, just as cold as her gaze normally was but she was smirking, and tilted her head a little. "Run along little lion cub, show me what those claws can do" She pointed to the axes that sat behind his chair. He opened his mouth to say something but the woman took a step forward and shouted. "WHAT?! ARE YOU FEARED?! MOVE IT! YOUR CITY IS IN TROUBLE AND YOU LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT RIGHT NOW! SHOW THE HORDE YOUR WORTH!" The warrior stepped forward and growled, yelling just as loud as she did "DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" The Woman crossed her arms and looked pleased, raising an eyebrow and smiling, eerily and taunting. "There's that warrior heart." She shook his head, his hair falling into his eyes and he stormed away from the woman.
He hated being made a fool of, who the hell was this woman and what gave her the right to break up a class? Granted she was his saved-by-the-bell kind of deal but the NERVE! He's show her, even if that's what she wanted from him. That he had more than just a warriors heart, he had its body and mind too. His soul locked tight and forever bound to the warrior way of life, he would show up her up and when it was all over and done with, perhaps he'd even duel her. Embarrass her in front of everyone, perhaps then her nerve would be shot down. He had the power and just dripping with confidence. He stormed to the locker room and changed into his gear that ever-present feeling of impending doom lingered in the small of his mind. 'The city is under attack, and I'm worrying about some stupid woman' He thought to himself and shook his head, placing his helmet on forcefully as he slammed against the doors, thrusting them open so hard they hit the sides of the building.
It took everything he had not to drop his axes. This wasn't and attack, it's a massacre! Students, Guards, Civilians all lay on the ground either wounded or dead. Healers fighting desperately for mana as they take care of as many as they can. Tanks not able to hold aggro very long before they too,perish and drop to their knees. This only fueled the warriors rage more and more and within a few seconds, he was full of it. He took a deep breath….and plunged right into the fight.
"I know very well who you are..." The teacher spoke to the woman as she climbed the stairs of the lecture hall and turned to face the man. "Oh?" She spoke, amused by the thought that her name, or reputation good and bad, had made it so far as to into the higher schools of the horde. "I do, you're the undying death knight….Avia, is it?" the woman nodded cautiously, and sullenly. "Aye that I am." She spun to face him fully now "And just what, have you heard about me that you know exactly what I am" The teacher held his gut and began to laugh, hysterically. Avia's look went flat and the earlier summoned gargoyle now silently glided through the air towards it master and looked at her, as she looked at it. Both of them had expressions of stone as they faced the teacher once more once he was done laughing. "Everyone who is anyone has heard the gossip about you….you aren't one of us, are you?" He took a step towards her and she stood her ground "Tell me, Avia" He paused, his emerald eyes glaring at her from behind dark locks. "What was the price, to be with the horde?" Avia had herd enough and stomped on the ground which began to form a runic pattern in blood and boiled and bubbled. The teacher stopped, dare not go touch it. "What you should be asking, is what the Alliance offered me that I turned down." She growled and spoke behind clenched teeth. "The price was nothing compared to what it would be had I gone to the other side, mind your tongue blood elf. I hold no grudge against you but nor do I hold any racial ties to your kind. I will not think twice about cutting you at the knees."
"Avia!" A shrill voice rang among the eerie sounds the had once filled the room, now filled with the all too comforting silence and the soft purrs from a kitten perched neatly on the shoulders of a young priest, dressed in brown and blue robes. He hair was a deep red, eyes as bright as Peridot, figure was tall and slender. The death knight hung her head and sighed "They sent you to babysit me?" she grumbled and stared down at her shoes. The priest crossed her arms and disturbed the little long-haired brown calico on her shoulder who stared at her with big, round, golden eyes. The Priest ignored the look the tempting little furrball was giving her and began to walk down the steps, waving her wrists around for a moment as purple sparks scattered across her slender fingers and dropped to the floor, dispelling the red marks. "I volunteered, now let's go! The boys are having all the fun!" She grabbed the arm of the death knight who immediately yanked it back. The priest made a sad little noise and pulled both her hands to her face. Avia looked over to her and sighed, the sad look on both the cat and the priests face was enough to make her ice heart melt and she began to move, ignoring the teacher whose life she had just threatened. "Such a fragile thing…" She muttered and grabbed the priest's hand, and tugged her gently. "Comon…" She sounded irritated but the undertone of her words sounded thrilled. The priest giggled and followed excitedly.
"NO!" The warrior screamed as hid battle cry fueled even more of his power, watching his teammate who had taken his backside just as an incoming attack had blindsided him. The orc's body hit the ground with a heavy thud, eyes glazed over, blood oozing from the large gash in his head where his helmet had failed to protect him. Slamming his axe down and deep into the shoulder of a draeni paladin, he wretched the weapon from its wound and darted behind him, body slamming into a Night elf druid in bear form, about ready to maul the last bit of life from a younger female trolls body. The bear fell over and hit the ground, knocked unconscious for a few moments while a Tauren hunter shot the bear clear in the forehead while is wolf pet tore into its flesh, ripping open its body and spraying blood all over the once clean cobblestone road.
"HEY!" The warrior shook at the troll's body, who was now staring blankly at the sky, the movement in her chest growing fainter and fainter. He had just enough time to catch a glimpse of the gnome mage begin casting in his direction, he had forgotten his rage for a moment, in light of the creature he was so desperately trying save. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the troll. If this was the end, he'd die a hero…..
"FORA!" A woman's voice rang out; it was the death knight from earlier. "RIGHT!" A lighter, more airy voice rang through the air. The warrior clenched the young girls body hard, thinking that they hadn't gotten to him in time, and these were those final seconds you remember before all lights go out and your perish. But instead, the troll in his arms began gasping for breath and a tiny, dainty hand rest on his shoulder. "Sir, sir! Please let go of the troll. I have this from here" He opened his eyes, only to end up staring right into the priests. She smiled lightly, the little dimples in her cheeks prominent. "Ah good! You're awake!" She spoke and clapped her hands together, the troll wiggling from his grasp and sitting up, breathing hard. The priest bent down to take care of her and hand her off into the safe guarded hands of a Tauren druid, who's eyes were bloodshot as all hell, but functional enough. She had cast her shield upon him and sent them on their merry way. "FORA!" The death knight shouted again. "THIS ANTI MAGIC SHIELD DOESN'T LAST FOREVER!" The priest jumped at her words. "Right, sorry! Let's get you up." She spoke to the warrior who was confused and angry all at the same time. He didn't need saving, and he certainly didn't need if from her. The priest could see his distress and sighed. "I'm Fora, and you're welcome for saving your life. Now you have to move." She had begun to pull him up; the cat on her shoulder began to dig its claws into her shoulder pads and acting as if she was trying to pull as well. "Comon, move! You're heavy!" The warrior finally gave in and let the priest hoist him up.
"GO!" Fora shouted at the death Knight who had run at the mage, dodging its spells and cut the head clear off its body, the blood head shooting up into the air and falling at the feet of the priest. She squealed in protest. "AVIA!" She yelped and the death knight turned to see if her fragile little comrade was hurt, but she then laughed instead and spun her blades and looked into the eyes of the warrior next to her. She pointed with a blade. "Protect that one, you owe her." And then took off after a dwarf with its cannon aimed at one of the hordes men. Fora tilted her head at the warrior and smiled before taking off, a serious look crossing her face as she ran from one wounded body to the next, casting healing glows and shields as the druid came and retrieved the injured persons. "Well?" She asked a hand on her hip. "You going to stand there all night or help me?" Her brow furrowed and she had now crossed her arms, a somewhat pouty expression across her face. The warrior raised a brow. How does anyone get anything done around this woman? She's incredibly distracting and even more so dramatic…but still. She was a fantastic healer. He began to jump back into the fight, taking the back of now more elite heroes that joined the fight, all seeming to flock around Avia and Fora, working with them as one united team.
The warrior stared at the city that turned battlefield in a matter of minuets. The stone stained red with blood of his enemy's and his friends. Healers had now flocked to the scenes, fresh from the orb that had traveled by zeppelin via orgimmar. He took a long, deep breath and took off his helmet. His face ,covered in sweat and his shaggy hair stuck to it in small, wet clumps. Fora turned to look at the warrior from across the yard and grinned, even blushed some. "Soooo, that's the warrior you were talking about?" She spoke quietly to the death knight who was attending to the body of one the fallen students from the school. She quietly nodded to the priest and hauled the body over her shoulder. "Heard a lot about him, not sure if there is a method to his madness, but I'd say he earned his weight in gold today….." Fora still had her eyes on him, well, rather staring straight at him before Avia snapped her fingers in front of her face. Fora immediately looked at Avia with the puppy dog eyes and a small pouty lip. "Via…" She whispered and the death knight's expression went stone. The longer she stared at Fora though, the harder it was to avoid the inevitable. "I'll offer him a place after this mess." The priest giggled and did a small happy dance, to which caught the corner of the warrior's eye. Fora took the little kitten off her shoulder and held her in the air. The cat mewed quietly and stared at the priest with her big eyes, her tail twitching ever so slightly. "Hear that bun? Cute butt gets to stay!" The cat didn't look anymore amused by the news as she did by the fact that her slumber was disturbed, but she had quickly turned mood when For a began to scratch at the back of her ears and hold the cat tenderly. "Cute butt?" Avia laughed out loud. "Are you kidding? THAT'S why you want him around? Because he has a cute butt?" Fora shrugged "That's not the only reason! And you know it. Wasn't it you who wanted him to join rank in the first place?" Avia chuckled, "Alright, you got me there….stay put. I'm going to go take care of this." Fora Nodded and continued to pet the purring animal.
She looked up again to see the Warrior staring at her and her cheeks had gone from pale, to rosy to bright red all in a second of time. "Oh no…he herd me" She whispered out loud. His gaze wasn't cold but unwavering and granite. She couldn't tell what he was thinking or how he felt about her little nickname, suddenly, in all but a moment of time; the warrior was off in a flash. Blowing right past Fora and then…silence. The faint ringing of an axe swinging against the air and hitting bone and flesh was what broke the sound barrier. Just behind the Priest, lay the now battered corpse of human rouge. The chest cracked open, guts spilling out on the floor. The blade in his hand tipped with a deadly poison not only inches away from the priest. Her gown stained in blood, but this didn't bother her. What bothered her was the fact that her little kitten had specs of filth all over her fur. She turned to the warrior and took a shaky step forward, leaning in and giving him a peck on the cheek before walking away with the cat, mumbling about cleaning up.
Avia not even a foot away, stared directly at not only at the warrior who had saved her ditsy little friend, but the druid bear who lay sleeping two feet away from where For a was standing. She growled and stomped right over to him and kicking the bear so hard, it grunted and looked up at her, giving a noise of protest. "YOU LAZY SACK OF BONES! PAY THE FUCK ATTENTION!" She threw up her hands, the bear who had just shook his head at the death knight and went back to sleep. She mumbled to herself "Should have never let the rouge convince you to eat those mushrooms…." She sighed and rolled her eyes, now focusing her attention on the warrior. She grinned "I knew you had it in you warrior…" He stared at her, still loathing how she treated him earlier, but he owed her. Owed her his life. "Walk with me" She insisted and held her arm out in the direction, already a few steps in front, the warrior began to follow behind. "I have proposition for you" She spoke loudly "And I think it's something, you'll find most…..rewarding..."