Hey there guys, this is my first WoW based Fan Fic. Been a fan of the game a long time and this little fic just sprung to mind whilst doing the 'Green Fire' questline. So without further ado, let us begin.
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Chapter One- A Minor Setback
For most passers by, it was just another day at the Goblin Port Town of Booty Bay. Reconstruction of the famous Steamwheedle stronghold was still under-way after Deathwing the Destroyer 'unintentionally' caused a tidal wave to hit the coast of southern Stranglethorn in his rather destructive return. Even now, members of all races were going out of their way to help rebuild the city. Not out of the goodness of their own heart of course, mainly just to get a little coin. But for the Goblin Kazzim Nogglefinch, today was not like any other day. Today was the start of his new job.
Unknown to many who lived in Booty Bay, the Port Town housed within it a 'Black Market' of sorts. The owner of the market, a rather greedy Goblin by the name of Howitz Flashbang, would procure exotic items that were considered too dangerous for their own good and sell them to the highest bidder, usually some high standing adventurer. The items were so rare, one couldn't even find them on the Auction House! And the secret market was so large, it was staffed by over a hundred personnel...and that's where Kazzim came in.
Kazzim's uncle worked as a foreman at the market, and after a few favours and back door deals, Kazzim had been offered a job as one of the many personnel who staffed the warehouse the merchandise was kept. Sure, the hours were long and the head foreman had a bite harder then a Devilsaur, but the pay was good...allegedly.
By the time Kazzim had arrived, many other labourers were already lounging around in the welfare, waiting for the shift to begin. Some were reading 'adult' magazines, others drinking whilst a few were even playing a few games of Hearthstone. As soon as Kazzim took one of the many seats in the welfare, a siren sounded, signalling the start of the shift.
"All right ladies, break's over! Get back to work!" a gruff and grainy voice announced, earning a large amount of groaning and complaining to emanate from the workforce.
Kazzim hurriedly jumped from his chair, filing out with the other workers whilst also ensuring he was not barging into anyone. As soon as he passed the doors that separated the welfare from the warehouse, he gasped. The place was huge, gigantic even! Multiple artefacts or magical appliances were stacked alongside multiple other goods. Many other Goblins who were finishing their shift passed by, laughing greedily as many of them gave the current workforce the one or two fingered salute. Soon, the entirety of the workforce had entered the warehouse and were now splitting off to perform their many assigned tasks.
Now, if only Kazzim actually knew where to go.
Looking around sheepishly, Kazzim eventually found the courage to approach a rather tall Goblin with brown hair tied in a ponytail, who was currently reading through a clipboard in his hands.
"Errr...excuse me sir?" Kazzim gingerly asked, dipping low as he approached the other Goblin.
In response, the Goblin held out a finger instructing Kazzim to wait. After a good few minutes, the Goblin turned, raising an eyebrow as he stared at Kazzim with beady eyes. "Yeah? What is it kid?"
"Um...I was wondering what exactly I should be doing?" Kazzim asked, coughing nervously as the Goblin in front of him eyed him up and down.
"You're that new kid, right?" the Goblin asked after a short time had passed, earning a nod from Kazzim in response. "Name?"
"Oh! Kazzim Nogglefinch!" Kazzim answered, shaking his head happily. "My uncle works here and put a word in for me and-"
"Kid, I don't care if you're Illidan's love child!" the Goblin interrupted, causing Kazzim to jump back in shock. "And I certainly don't care about your life story! To me, you're nothin' but a service number on a sheet. Got it?"
"Errr...yes sir." Kazzim finally replied after a short silence, earning a nod from the Goblin.
"Right, so then let's see what you're working on today..." the Goblin muttered, running his finger down the clipboard before tapping the end of the sheet. "You're in dispatch kid, making sure the merchandise makes it to the wagons for transport!"
"Oh...where do I go?" Kazzim asked, rubbing the back of his head as he looked at the Goblin expectedly.
"Far end of the warehouse kid. Speak to Ace, he'll sort you out from there." the Goblin replied, not even looking up from his clipboard.
"Right. Thanks mister!" Kazzim replied, waving to the Goblin as he ran off to the other end of the warehouse.
"Other way kid..." the Goblin shouted as Kazzim quickly turned and proceeded to walk the correct way.
"I knew that! Just got...spun around that's all..."
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After multiple detours and wrong turns, Kazzim finally found himself at dispatch where multiple Goblins were already shuffling crates and barrels over to multiple other Goblins who would then carefully lift the containers onto wooden caravans. Kazzim then approached a muscular bald Goblin who was barking orders at those already present.
"Come on you slackers! This cargo has to leave in thirty minutes, I want it gone in fifteen!" the Goblin ordered, earning a few grunts of acknowledgement in response.
"Errr...are you Ace?" Kazzim asked, warily approaching the bald Goblin who quickly turned to face him, causing Kazzim to cower away slightly.
"Yeah, and you're late!" the Goblin, now known as Ace, replied, cracking his knuckles as he looked Kazzim up and down. "You're the new kid, right?"
"Y-yes sir..." Kazzim whimpered, shuffling away slightly as Ace made an unintelligible grunting noise before puffing in what appeared to be disappointment.
"Well...suppose I'll have to let you off this time..." Ace finally muttered, causing Kazzim to sigh in relief. "Your Foreman Nogglefinch's nephew, ain't you?"
"Uh...yes sir, do you know him?" Kazzim asked, gaining a slight glint of courage as he mentioned his uncle again.
"Yeah...kind of an asshole." Ace replied, causing Kazzim to slump in response. "Well, you're here now so let's see what we can get for you..."
Kazzim watched as Ace pulled out a clipboard, reading through it as he looked for an opening in the schedule. After a few minutes of searching, Ace simply chucked the clipboard away as he turned to face Kazzim again.
"Well kid, it's your lucky day! We got ourselves some specially refined 'Thunderbrew' all the way from Pandaria!" Ace stated, a greedy smile on his face as he looped his arm around Kazzim's shoulders. "We got ourselves a buyer, and we fought tooth and nail to get this stuff, so do us a favour and go get it will ya'?"
"Yes sir, right away!" Kazzim replied, giving a stiff salute as he quickly turned to join the many throngs of workers.
"And be careful with that stuff! You break it...you pay for it!" Ace shouted, cracking his knuckles to show just what he meant by 'pay', earning a loud gulp from Kazzim in response. "And that goes for all you ladies!"
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"Okay then...Thunderbrew...Thunderbrew..." Kazzim whispered as he searched through the 'Alcohol' section of the warehouse. Eventually, Kazzim approached a large barrel that was considerably bigger than him, a large red lightning bolt painted on it's surface with a set of Pandaren characters that marked the barrel as an alcoholic beverage.
Silently cheering, Kazzim quickly grasped hold of the barrel and gently laid it on its side as he had seen the other Goblins do and began wheeling it through the many corridors of the warehouse. Eventually, he found himself back at the main dispatch area, Ace watching with almost eagle eyes.
"I got the barrel Ace!" Kazzim announced, patting the barrel with a victorious grin on his face.
"I can see that kid, why ya' telling me?" Ace asked, pointing to one of the caravans. "Take it over there ya' dumbass!"
Kazzim nodded quickly as he shuffled the barrel over to the nearest caravan where he handed it over to a nearby Goblin who then proceeded to wheel the barrel to one of the caravans. Kazzim then sprinted back to Ace as he awaited further orders.
"Well what are ya' waiting for? Go get the others!" Ace shouted, picking some dirt from out of his nails.
Kazzim sighed loudly as he nodded, sprinting off to the 'alcohol' section again.
"...Kazzim..."
Kazzim stopped at the sound of his name, looking around in slight confusion when he saw no one was there. Putting it down to shear nerves, Kazzim turned around to continue with his job.
"...Kazzim..."
Kazzim turned around yet again, growing increasingly nervous at the sound of his name again. It didn't sound Goblin, so what was it?
"...Come closer Kazzim..." the voice beckoned, causing Kazzim to freeze as he realised it was only getting louder.
As Kazzim looked around in slight panic, his eyes glanced on a simple crate, a green glow emanating through the gaps of the container. Kazzim warily approached the crate, looking up as he got closer.
"...Yes Kazzim...Take me as your own..." the voice whispered, sending a shiver down his spine. What was inside that thing?
Looking around, Kazzim spotted a step-ladder resting nearby and grasped it with both hands, moving it so it was just next to the glowing crate. Somewhat in a trance, Kazzim slowly climbed the step-ladder, stopping as he was next to the crate.
"...Open it...See what power can be yours..." the voice ordered, and Kazzim obeyed. Gently lifting the lid, he gazed down to see what was in the crate. Within the crate, a large tome rested, a demonic face with fangs surrounding the book like a second skin of sorts. A green glow emanated from the pages of the book, whilst a large chain wrapped around the book tighter than a hangman's noose.
"Open me...Open me..." the voice ordered, this time more frantically.
Everything in Kazzim's head told him this was a bad idea. Everything told him to just put the lid back on the crate, find Ace and tell him what had happened. Yet for some reason he couldn't explain, he found himself reaching for the tome. As his hands got closer, he could actually feel the raw power coming off the book, his mind not even comprehending what might be inside. He could see himself now, unlimited power at his grasp as he stood atop a pile of his enemies, fancy women of all walks of life surrounding him as he-
"Hey Kid! What the hell is takin' ya' so long!"
Kazzim gasped as he turned at the sound of Ace's voice, quickly fumbling around as he went to withdraw his hand and get back to work. Yet as he raised his arm, the cuff of his sleeve caught the corner of the crate, shifting the weight of the cargo too much over the edge. Kazzim could only watch as the crate toppled over the edge, landing with a loud thud that echoed across the warehouse.
"That better not have been important!" Ace's voice shouted as Kazzim heard a loud crowd of workers quickly moving whilst cheering.
"Oh crap..." Kazzim whimpered as he clutched his head. "Oh crap oh crap oh crap!"
Quickly jumping down from the step-ladder, Kazzim lifted the crate and inspected the box, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw no immediate damage to the wooden container. Looking down, he saw that the tome was also undamaged. Come to think of it, the only thing that seemed damaged was the floor, which had web like cracks running along the stone surface under the tome. Just what the hell was this book made of?!
Realising the crowd was getting closer, Kazzim quickly knelt down to pick up the tome and place it back in the crate so he could put it back where it belonged. As he picked the book up however, he felt it. It was almost like a tingling feeling running through his fingers and up through the rest of his body. Then strange Fel green wisps began dancing around the book as Fel green smoke weaved around both him and the book. Then he heard what sounded like thousands of moans emanating from the book, as if crying out for release. Then the tingling turned to a pinching pain, then a stabbing one until finally it felt like his entire body was on fire both inside and out.
Kazzim dropped the book as he screamed in pain, clutching his face as green fire beamed out his open mouth and soon through his nose, eyes and ears. Then with a pathetic cry for relief, his body combusted with a small explosion, the Fel flames collapsing on themselves almost immediately.
Ace and the others had quickened their pace at the sounds of screaming and the fancy light show that had followed. All there was to see when Ace finally arrived was the tome resting peacefully on the floor, and the pile of ash that was formally known as the Goblin Kazzim Nogglefinch.
"Oh shit..." Ace murmured as he rubbed the back of his bald head, turning to one of the nearby Goblins. "Call the boss...tell him we got ourselves a situation..."
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Hope you liked the first chapter, next chapter should be out next week. Liked it? Feel free to leave a review and remember, constructive criticism is welcomed. Any questions? Either leave in your review or PM me and I'll answer next chapter for reviews and in the case of PM's as soon as possible.
Raging Archon out.