Note: This is my first time ever writing a story reguarding the game World of Warcraft, I am a new writer just doing this for kicks. Please leave constructive critisim in the comments. Enjoy!
A small whimper! A scratch at the door, and than a creaking. Slowly, the aged door creaked open, revealing a empty room, aged wood now rotted from lack of upkeep, and rat dropping scattered the floor. The only thing that could be seen was a small table, in the corner of the room, next to a small fire place that had rock's tumbling out of the once sturdy frame that made it. Softly approaching, a stranger in a black coak grunted, and kicked the hold door completely open, with a firey kick to the last rusted hindge that is clung onto, tilting sideways and lopsided.
The small figure of a hunched over man, made his way into the room of the clearing, and next to the small table, scanning every small part of the room as he made his way. Tapping the floor with a wooden cane, and supporting his balance with the other. Making his way, the man would begin rummaging on the table, bit and scraps of chewn up reports, letters, and littered the surface. As the man continued rummaging, he would fumble-finger over a small photo, ripped out of a page of a old scapbook long ago, pressing a gnarled finger up to his nose, and fixing his glasses, the old man uttered a word on his breath, a moment later a small fire cackled in the palm of his wrinkly had.
Leaning in for a closer view, the man grumbled, holding his left hand away from the photo, he would begin studying it, one eye lazily looking to the side, as the other looked directly at the photo. In it, a small beautiful elven woman with waves of dark black hair tumbled down her shoulder, sat merrily perched on a window seat, waving at the modern aged camera. Next to her, a small kitten, barely about 3 weeks of age, sitting in her lap. Her long pointed ears, and eyebrows that ran off the sides of her forehead, pressed together to make a cunning and determined look, despite her friendly smile that gleamed. This woman, was a elf, though her the photo was old and stained, the lacking color could still be seen of the blue eyes that pigmented the sockets of her eyes.
The old man grunted again, before giving a twisted grin, most of his teeth were missing, only a few rottened one remained, as he stuffed the photograph back into his cloak, and turned towards the corner of the room, giving the slightest bit of a worried look that creased his wrinkled forehead. In the most darkened corner of the room, was a woman, bounded in ropes tightly knotted around her ankles and wrists, a small hankerchief was gagged into her mouthed, as she leaned against the wall, her head dangling, as she was unconisious. Dark, blood matted hair covered down the side of her back, and her nose was twisted to the side, as dark brusies and gashed open wounds covered her cheeks, and lips.
Widening his eyes, the old man huffed, and quickly pulled out a small, eggshell stone covered with the insignia of a Alliance gryphon head, speaking in a gruff and hushed voice, the insignia would begin glowing a dragon's fire red, a moment later a voice was heard from the other side, speaking loud and clear, making a few rats skitter within the walls and holes of the abandoned home.
" General, you have word on the invesigantion you were supposed to do, to retrieve the documents from the Horde spys," a woman, with a soft velvty voice spoke cooly on the other side of the stone, giving a small snicker, " or prehaps you got distracted along the way again?"
"This is not time for games, Edelena, I've contacted you on urgent matters, and I don't need your unamusing cracks to go along with it! Now, shut up, or when I get back to Stormwind I'll be assuring that you are unable to cast another spell for a month," the old man growled, his voice gruff and raspy, he held the stone close to his mouth, still holding the flame in his left hand, as he held the flame up to the knocked out woman in the corner," I have found a member that I believe to have some interesting information to tell us."
The woman named Edelena hesitated, but continued on in a confused tone,"General, you cannot be serious, you haven't found the missing woman, have you?"
The old man laughed, speak sharply, a small edge to his voice,"I couldn't be more sure if she had been right in front of me- which she is. Look, I need you to see reforciments to me as soon as possible, I'll be waiting in this old house until than."
Edelena gasped, but spoke nothing more, and the stone stopped glowing, as the old man sneered, and placed it back safely inside of his satchel, pulling out a wand from the same compartment, and raising it with his right hand. Waving a vainy, unappealing arm in the air, a small symbol of a gryphon head appeared a bright blue, and shot into the air, flaring different colors like a flair. Amused with his work, he gruffed, and sat down in front of the woman, studying her intently, but making no contact of touch.
Moments later, a man dressed in navy blue robes, wearing a monacle and top hat, with a full grown, blonde bushy beard coming from his squared chin, entered the room, a ya' short than one would expect, he moved effortlessly across the room with a sway of motions for his athletic body.
"Heard 'ye needin' some help, aye old friend," the man smiled and bent down on one knee, infront of the bounded woman," I suppose I can help 'ye, but this ain't goin' to happen for to long is it?"
"Just get her unbounded, Padorenn, this is not going to be a cup of tea and sugar, we have a big problem on our hands."
" Aye'."
Padorenn pulled out a small, sharpend pocket knife, holding it to the fire of the old man's, he would smile at it proudly, before looking at the woman with a disgusting look, but cut the ropes and ungaged her gently.
"There 'ye go, I hope you don't be needin' anymore of that soon!" Padorenn laughed merrily, before standing up and dusting his robes off, a small frown on his face now."Well, I'll get get the guards, but don't let her wake up, 'ye hear?" With that, he turned and left.
Moments passed, and two men dressed in eliete armor of the Stormwind Guard pushed by, muttering a few words in common, as their plate armor clacked with each move their bulky bodies made. Looking at the old man, they would salute in respect, before picking up the elven woman, and holding her gently, as her head rested against the broad chest of one of the guard's, he would carry her outside into the darkened night, as the old man followed persuit.
"We will make sure she is returned safely to Stormwind for this situation sir, thank you for the report, is will be taken care of-." The guard tried to go on, but the old man raised his hand and haulted his words, while leaning on his cane, he would lean in and speak with a direct and authority voice to him.
"Now, we don't need to be reporting this to the king, until she is healed, I will be offering her the most nicest room in the inn, and visit her often, the medics at the city will be assured she is fine, dismissed." The guard gulped, and nodded obidently, before spinning on his heels and mounting his steed. With a flick of the reins, the pinto horse would gallop into the night, down a dark road.
"Well, I'll be leading her back with us, Padorenn. I hope she doesn't cause too much trouble with she awakes, come," the old man offered his hand to the dwarf at his side, and tapped his cane once, a small portal opening to Stormwind, as the remaining guard dragged the woman in, as she gave a few whimpers and fidjets.
" 'O course, Yanish, I would never insult 'ye authority." The dwarf mummbled, stepping through the portal.