Note: This Fanfic is based more on World of Warcraft than the other Warcraft games, but hopefully that won't be a problem

Escape from Sorrow

Mafila's Adventures in the Swamp of Sorrow

Deep in a misty, murky swamp, the short and agile Gnome Rogue known only as Mafila was lurking in the shadows of the Swamp of Sorrow. The stench of the swamp water was disgusting, but Mafila ignored it as much as he could, since he had greater things to worry about. The dark green trees covered up most of the sky, but thick clouds of green fog blanketed whatever they didn't cover.

Crawling through the murky swamp water, being as silent as a black widow, Mafila hid behind tree after tree, listening for voices or any strange noises. As much as he listened, the only noises he was able to detect were the croaks of frogs and distant howls of swamp wolves. Mafila crept through the thick, green, goo-like water step by step with two stiletto's tucked into his belt and a large hood covering most of his face, with Gnomish Goggles and a Defias Mask covering the rest of it. Mafila's black leather armor was as silent as his short, stealthy legs creeping through the swamp with small black boots latched onto them.

After stealthily moving through many miles of swamp water and muddy land, Mafila suddenly heard what sounded like several Orcs grunting and whipsering only a few meters away. The rogue quickly crouched down with his back to a large tree, and began listening very closely to the orcs conversation.

"Loktar dabu chigan!"
"Moglur zugzug dub..."

Mafila, using his distinct knowledge of the Orcish language, understood most of the conversation, but he didn't find it to be anything interesting. Mafila took a breath and thought to himself, "These fools are here just to go hunting for wolf skin? Damnit, these orcs are just at the wrong place, at the wrong time, but these bastards are only a few miles away from Alliance territory, so for the safety of my people, they must be silenced."

The Rogue shot his hands onto a dark black potion in his belt, and faster than the blink of an eye he hurled it at the orcs. The potion exploded and caused a large cloud of blinding smoke to arise causing the confused orcs to suddenly yell gibberish taunting sounds in utter confusion. Mafila then pulled out his twin stilleto's and before the orcs could even react to the dreaded sight of the four-foot tall assassin, their heads were floating in the swamp water, with a pool of blood being fairly visible in the thick, repugnant swamp water.

The Gnome Rogue, having no regrets for the slaughtered orcs, inserted his blades back into his belt and sat down on a mound of muddy land. Mafila, looking into his carefully organized belt, took out a clear flask filled with moonshine and whispered to himself "This marks the end of this day". He then chugged down the beverage, dropped on the ground, and fell asleep while staring at the thick and gloomy trees covering up the night moon.