So I bring to you, Nails of Eschatology. (That pretty much means Psychotic or Psychodelic outlooks for those not familiar with ) The month of NaNoWriMo is upon us and I can't bloody -wait-. As a result, I've kinda...already begin . My Draenei Character on Argent Dawn has gotten quite a make over regarding history (It's an RP server), and even though the char itself is named Rattlecat, I don't want the same for the story. So...that's why she's nameless so far. I promise I'll have a name by the start of November. Anyone part of Argent Dawn gets the Blackrock reference, and anyone familiar in Warcraft lore will be a good boy/girl and correct me whenever my lore is incorrect, because I -am- still learning.
Disclaimer: I own none of Warcraft races, characters, etc. The only thing I own is the character Draenei in this story, as well as characters that come in the future. Whatever I don't own will be disclaimed at the start of each chapter, as well as what I do own. For right now, Merc belongs to my roommate, the Draenei to me, and Tink to Warcraft. 8D Enjoy, and please tell me how you like/hate/whatever with this.
Nails of Eschatology
A World of Warcraft Novel
The Draenei's hooves were barely heard within the technological behemoth, stepping quietly among the corpses strewn about the floor. The humming of machinery blocked such noises out, coupled with the pressurized steam that spit into the atmosphere. She slowly looked about the area as she headed towards the end of her walk, taking in deep breaths; musty air coupled with the remnants of a slight, but existent foul stench. Her frown grew as she breathed in such air, pain coursing through her tired muscles and around her heart as she imagined the full onslaught of such tainted air.
Opening her eyes, she stopped in the center of what was known as the Tinkers' Court, kneeling in its center. The blackened and slaughtered bodies of the Dark Irons behind her beginning to fade away, she placed an object on the ground, mumbling a small chant. The object, an overused and tattered key, gave a dull glow at the end of the spoken words. A sound of what seemed to be metal against metal caught her attention, causing her to turn abruptly and she removed the bow from her back, cautious and at the ready. A spurt of static emitted from a device connected to her elongated horns. Another clang of metal, and a figure emerged from the shadows.
"...Tink," She said quietly with relief, her tension dying as fast as it came. She looked at the small humanoid with remorse.
"I'm sorry if I scared you, miss." He apologized. "I was just making my rounds." She stood upright, replacing her bow with her quiver, and walked to the gnome.
"You really shouldn't be down this way. I can't keep an eye on the entire city," She frowned at him as they began to walk back down the long corridor to the safe zone. Tink followed at a quick pace to keep up with her long, albeit slow strides.
"We've carried on well before you arrived, miss." He stated, even though he seemed on the edge of tearing up again, having done so multiple times before. "I'll be fine, I can take care of myself." He nodded as if to only make himself believe the statement. She smiled.
"I know you have, Tink. But I don't want anything happening to you or the others. We're supposed to be saving the city, not losing more to it."
"We're supposed to be saving the city," Tink repeated, emphasize 'we're', poking himself with a wrench. "You don't need to be a part of this mess. I really don't know why you come here, it's not safe. Not safe at all..." He shook his head as they made their way up the stairs. The area was small, only seemingly bigger due to the large staircase winding it's way three flights upward. The Draenei frowned upon seeing the small population of Gnomes occupying the 'Clean Zone', knowing that there was no way such a little number of any race could retake the intoxicated city boundaries. Still, the members remained ever so faithful to the cause, and she admired as such.
"Miss?" She glanced down, taking notice of one of the Holdout Medics tugging at her pants leg. She knelt down. The medic handed her three scrolls, tightly bound. "This is the information the High Tinker requested." He said simply with a hopeful smile. She took them kindly.
"Thank you, I'll make sure these get to him immediately, rest assured." She turned to Tink and gave him a tight hug to his slight surprise. "Hang in there, alright? I'll see if I can get anyone else to come help."
"Oh no no," Tink shook his head abruptly. "We can't risk anymore casualties. We can wait, we'll wait."
"I won't have that, you know it." She replied with a frown, releasing him from her grip. "And please, keep a medic as an escort with you when you go out to collect things. I don't need to see any of you get hurt." Tink frowned, but nodded.
"Yes yes, miss."
"I'll make sure these get to the High Tinker, I promise you." She carefully placed the documents in her knapsack, and gave both Tink and the medic one last hug, before she headed up the large staircase to the exit. Another spark of static erupted over the headpiece connected to her horns, accompanied by a voice. Eventually, as she reached the exit, it cleared.
"So, you want to see a sexy man, no? You want to see a heroic rogue, no?" The voice beckoned in the headpiece. The Draenei rolled her eyes with a small smile.
"Merc, you vanity freak. What is the point of being a rogue?"
"I'm heroic, love me."
"You're an idiot."
"I got a sexy new sword. Two sexy new swords. You want to see my sexy swords?" She checked her hand held, shaking her head at his coordinates.
"Maybe later. I have to go to Ironforge."
"The Blackrockers are retaliating again. The guards have been busy all night."
"That's alright, I'm taking the back way in."
"Fine. Be that way. I'll be heroic elsewhere." She heard him call off in the distance, she assumed some vendor or pitied soul that would fall into his false charm. "Hey, can you do me a favor?" His voice returned to the headpiece as she stepped out into the snow, grabbing the reins of her Elekk and slipping into the saddle.
"As long as it doesn't involve spending gold. I need to give some away today." She heard Merc pout, and shook her head with a sigh. "What is it?"
"Can I has a blue Dragonhawk?"