A story based on the universe of World of Warcraft
After the FallThe "observer's" POV
"You should eat something Goirin; we still have a very long journey to go." Alfred took out stale berry bread from his satchel and handed over to Goirin, he slapped the bread off the human's hand and looked away "I'm not hungry!" He shouted angrily. Thoril looked up after a long gulp of ale and stated "Get something in your stomach, lad. You look even thinner than Yala!" The mage stopped her meditation and retorted "Thanks Fatty." The hunter immediately spat out the ale he was drinking and took out his rifle "You want to taste metal genius!" and the two engaged into a firefight, literally. Alfred sighed and said "Goirin, I know it is hard for you to accept the fate of Ray, we all do. But we have more important duties to attend to, like warning the Alliance of the Lich King and what he is capable of. So get some food, we'll be going soon." The Elf suddenly stood up, took a swift turn and grabbed the paladin in the collar; he spat "Are you saying that Ray is not important at all! She is a wonderful fighter, team-mate and… a great friend. And now we are abandoning her in that Citadel with ARTHAS!" he stopped to wipe his tears, Alfred did not try to struggle against his grip, it is difficult to aggravate a night elf, and their strength cannot be under-estimated, even for a priest. Goirin continued "And what in the fel is the point of warning the Alliance, they will just discuss and discuss and nothing WILL HAPPEN! To FEL with your grand schemes, "captain", I'm officially out of this team!" He released his grip and threw the paladin to the ground, then took his staff and satchel and stormed off to the distance. Alfred quickly ran after the priest but was baffled when the priest leaped out to the cliff; he quickly channeled energy beneath his feet, levitating to prevent falling. He continued walking and Alfred cursed "Damn Levitate spell, and for the record, I am a Warrant Officer!"
Returning to the camp, the hunter and mage had apparently stopped their battle and are recovering. Hapyala looked up and asked "Where's Goirin? I'm worried about him!" Alfred answered sadly "He left the team and went across the cliff." The gnome covered her mouth in shock, and the hunter said worriedly "Across the Cliff? He's going to the gate and be Ghoul bait! I have to track the kid down!"
Alfred strapped the plate armor and took his helmet "We have to go after him. Yala, pack the camp up and release the wards." The lady groaned in the request "Thoril! Go get yourself sober and try tracking Goirin, there should still be some scent left." He nodded and whistled to call his pet wolf, Vodka. He gave him a piece of Goirin's linen cloth and instructed "Hey pal, remember this scent and track it down. Here's a biscuit." He threw a biscuit, the wolf ate it, wagged his tail and stare at his master, apparently unsatisfied. Thoril scratched his head and said "Alright you greedy bastard, two biscuits!" Vodka's eye suddenly lit up and jumped up to catch the other biscuit. He roared and ran straight North, Thoril focused and channeled energy from nature, the energy flowed through the team's body and they felt themselves lighter. Alfred took his Lightforged sword and the Crest of the Stormwind and steadied it properly, he commanded "Alright, team, let's move…" and energy flowed next to him towards a distance, the energy materialized and the gnome appeared, she turned and waved at the paladin. Alfred sighed and ran after the group.