---The line isn't working, so I'm just using the dotted one for now. Anyways, much of this is not my material and I give thanks to World of Warcraft producers, and for the people in the game for allowing me to use their name(s). Please R&R this is going to help me with future stories, so if you like it, please tell me, if you don't please tell what I could do to improve. Thank you and enjoy!

"You will do as I tell you Malakite!" roared the undead queen of the Scourge, Sylvanus. "And you remember well the mercy I have granted you upon this day. Remember, for I will not be so merciful nest time."

"Yes, my lady," Malakite hissed. He looked at his queen in hatred with his empty eye sockets. The flesh still hanging fresh from the young rogue's bones he walked with a deadly grace away from the kings' chambers and was escorted to his room by his fiancé.

"Don't let her get to you my love," Nalora said, patting her husband-to-be un-fleshy arm. "You know you can take him on any day. Just choose the day, and please let it not be today."

"Of course not. I just wish she would rot in a hole, oh wait, she already did that," Malakite said sarcastically. "She uses me to her advantage, I mean not that I'm complaining at all. It's just that killing all those humans and elves one after another can get pretty boring. I just want to go….oh I don't know….punt a gnome or something."

Nalora giggled and sounded more like a cough then anything for the raspy-ness of her laughter. She brought a long sleeved hand to her face, and covered her mouth. Trying to change the subject she said, "I wish I could see you Malakite."
"I know. But ever since that Druid guy Staghelm or whatever his name was, took you sight, you've been wanting revenge," he said going over the two leather straps that covered her eyeless sockets. I know it sounds strange for they have no eyes, but they were magically implanted, and the Arch-druid Staghelm removed the spell that would allow her to see ever again. Malakite softly caressed her bony cheek.

"Do not worry about me," she said. "You must get some rest now. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he said stepping into his room. "What are you doing here Govind?"

"I came to see if you were all right. Especially after what your queen said to you," said the tauren hunter; his tawny furred feline companion was sitting on the bed. "I know you don't deserve to be treated like that."
"Stop acting like my mother. I get that from her already I don't need it from you. You here that ma?" he asked looking at the ceiling.

"Yes I do now don't make me come down there. Just because you live below me doesn't mean I can't here you," came the reply.

"I hadn't expected a reply," said the surprised Govind, looking at Malakite with his black beady eyes. "Anyways, that's not the real reason I came down here."

"It isn't?"

"No. I had actually hoped you were going to go on the raid with us. It will be in a fortnight. Tornes, Dornip, Porcelaine, Ivoryia, me, Nalora might even be going. And Ellema will be going for sure," Govind said, indicating his beloved daughter of only fifteen. "Please come. We'll be meeting in Ogrimmar if you choose to come."

Silently contemplating himself, he didn't even notice that Govind has left using the front entrance. "Whatever. I'll decide tomorrow," he said taking off his armor and going to bed.

Nalora was busy in her room making a potion she had come up with. "Now I add two Gromsblood and two Plaguebloom into the crystal or leaded vial? Ah the crystal vial. Yes, I've done it I've created the 'Elixir of Brute Force'. We can use this for the raid for the warriors. Well, I guess I'll finish this tomorrow, god damn it. I can mix potions and cast spells blind, but I can't find my bed. Ah here it is." She climbed into bed, unaware of the dreams that would come to her, in the dead of night.