A/N: Hello this is my first time writing a fan fiction but certainly not the first time writing stories, Please rate and review I appreciate all criticism
Vaeiand looked in the mirror what he saw staring back at him were two glassy black orbs rife with anticpation and longing for all the glories the world had to offer him. His father would have been proud to see his only son head out in the wide wonders of azeroth to lend his talents to the glorious strife of the alliance. He examined himself inch by inch his pale flesh in stark contrast with his black eyes and closely cropped raven black hair. His shoulders were broad and muscles rippled along his arms and chest. Most of those versed in his class were adorned in finely polished and well protective plated armor, however his class could operate in any armor it so chose and Vaeiand was decked in an almost comic mismatch of multiple armors.
On his chest he wore a thick shirt of chain mail a few links were dented and it was quite tarnished with fading red cloth lining the neck, cuffs and bottom of the shirt. Pants made of thick leather flayed from the bones of the kodo of the barrens were dyed a kind of burgundy color and offered decent protection of his legs leather also adorned his boots and his gloves of thick cloth hardly offered any protection of his hands he wasn't fully sure why he wore them at all. He turned to walk down the stairs of his home on his back was a large round wooden shield bordered by steel as well as a steel boss in the center. His mother turned at the sound of his steps down the stairs she wore a smile on her aging and loving face. She Walked over to her son, her only son in her eyes were many emotions.
"Vae, my son, I know you must go and serve but I have already lost your father. I could not bear to loose my only son" She choked holding back tears.
"My mother I promise you I shall not die I shall return to you with many tales and a heavy coin purse hopefully" He smiled as he leaned over and kissed her forehead.
She turned and handed him a sheathed broad sword. He smiled as he took it and clicked to the sling on his belt. He leaned over and kissed his mother once more on the cheek, he turned and opened the door to the stormwind trade district already bustling with activity at this early hour.
"Vae" He heard from behind him, he whirred around "Your father would be so proud and I am right now I love you my son.
"I love you too, my mother" smiling he turned his back on his home and went onward in service to the alliance.
Vaeiand did not expect to leave his home and go forth straight to the burning steppes and come clashing with dragon kin, or to travel through the dark portal and slay fel orcs. He knew everyone starts somewhere he headed down to the town of goldshire a mere stones throw from stormwind the quaint town had an inn a smith and a few houses. Looking around he saw some seasoned adventures conversing at tables outside the inn sipping cold drinks obviously come to stormwind for some R & R. A smile mad its way across his face as his eyes caught the rear end of a particularity curvacious woman adorned in a red robe that hugged her hind quarters in just the right fashion. He shook his muddled head he sought the marshal to ask if there were tasks he could do any task no matter how meager was in some way helpful and would give him some combat experience and much needed coin. Spotting the marshal he strode over with confidence. The marshal was a tall man sporting a massive sword and thick finely polished plate in which the alliance's insignia was upon. He had piercing blue eyes, a stern face with well trimmed facial hair and long blonde hair pulled into a pony tail. He was leaning on his massive sword enjoying a cigarette with the smith. Vaeiand walked before him stopped and bowed slightly.
"Hail warrior" The marshal said with a nod of his head.
"Hail marshal, I seek a task for the alliance" Vaeiand stated confidently. The marshal smiled and scanned him, he snickered slightly it stung him but to the marshal Vaeiand could so how he looked ridiculous.
"There are Kobolds to the south, filthy little shits" He spat on the ground to for emphasis
" Every time I have sent a unit of guards to slaughter the lot of them they come back in droves I have not the slightest clue how nor do I particularity give a fuck, either way we just try and keep their numbers down now. So if you can go slay lets say ten of the beasts and bring me their tails as proof, I shall give you three silver ten pieces and I'm sure the smithy could whip you up some nice chain mail pants, what say you smithy?" He turned to the tall bald man with thick burly arms.
"Aye I think that can be arranged then" He showed a toothy grin and winked.
"There lad what say you ?" asked the marshal.
" I shall return with the tails of ten slain beasts good sirs!" Vaeiand beamed enthusiastic and spun on his heels as he made a brisk pace toward the south. He had barley made it twenty paces when a man had called him over to where he stood leaning against the fence post.
"Come over here a minute my boy would you?" The small pale looked up at him with excited eyes framed by spectacles "I am William" he exclaimed holding out a hand. Vaeiand grasped it and beamed back at the short, pale man who seemed nice enough.
"I am Vaeiand" smiling he exclaimed "What is it you wish to speak about Willam?"
"Are you going to slay some of those foul kobolds" William inquired?
"Aye sir that is my goal" Vaeiand replied
"The kobolds carry candles upon their heads, they have enchanted them somehow. They burn even in the windiest, coldest, and darkest nights I shall pay you if you bring them too me from the beasts corpses. What say you good sir?"
"I shall I uphold your request William and I thank you for the opportunity." He smiled and with that he was off to being his first task in service of the alliance.
A/N: Well that got off to a riveting start didn't it? Now that we have got all the introductions out of the way the action can begin I promise more action in the future.