(Disclaimer: I no owny teh WoWnes. Though I did dig up the soundrack that came with collectors edition...)

I am utterly bored by writing out intro's to stories and characters, working through histories and personalities. Therefore, I feel no guilt in actually dropping readers into the middle of a plot and running with it from there. ( I never get more than a fifth of the way through a story anyways, so this is new ground for me.)

SO...I am not sorry for anyone ho gets confused, and if you get lost, well...too bad. This is for my enjoyment and experimentation anyway, and if anyone else enjoys it, thats simply a bonus.

Enjoy.

(Or don't)

"Well Roxanna, it seems that yet again we must fight our way out of a bind that damn Gyr got us into."

Roxanna, more commonly known as "Roxy", ruffled her feathers and gazed coldly out into the darkness. Her talons chipped at the root that jutted into the cave she was inhabiting, making light scratching noises.

"Well, can you honestly blame him? The poor thing had a lot on his plate. It's in his nature to pack up and run. It's what I would probably do as well, put in his situation."

Her companion gazed at her, his expression blank. Slowly, the Naga expanded his head frills, sighed, and nodded. "I suppose you are right." With a shrug, he unsheathed his black blade, slithering towards the mouth of their cavern.

"But why did he ever strike a deal with the gnolls?"

The scout that had been sniffing around outside never saw the Naga coming. One second he was smelling the ground, trying to find a trace of his quarry, and the next, a giant blade blade was protruding from his gut.

Roxanna landed on a tree branch next to him. The wind shuffled her feathers, giving her a scattered look.

"Careful, Aznaer, the gnolls never travel alone."

Sure enough, a moment later Aznaer heard two more coming up the path. Roxanna swooped high in the air when they turned the corner, and, startled, the gnolls never saw the naga move. With a cry, Roxanna then dove into the bushes, returning with a fourth gnoll. Smaller, he was trying to cast a spell, but Roxanna squeezed his shoulders hard, causing them to pop out of socket. Emotionless, she then rose in the air for several minutes, before dropping the screaming creature on its head.

"I thought we were trying to be quiet." Aznaer commented when the harpy landed in the tree near him.

She tossed her black headdress of feathers out of her face and gave the Naga a look. "The spell weaver already got a message to the camp. I suspected that secrecy was no longer an issue."

Aznaer took the next moment to swear rudely in Nazja, before taking off for the coast. Roxanna would have frowned after him for a time, but the sound of more gnolls coming towards her position made her caw angrily and take off for the higher branches.

Roxanna and Aznaer. Quite the pair of adventurers, and word was getting around that there were more to the party than just the Harpy and the Naga.

This is a lot shorter than I would like, but it's just the first little snippet. The idea randomly came to me. So if you think it's retarded, please shut up and just flame me. I'm not in the mood for anything.