Honour
Kalinko Razzti, or Kal for short, was just getting out of bed when there was a loud thumping on her door.
"Who is it?" she yelled, still half asleep and quite annoyed by the loud thumping.
"Your late again, Kal. Now get up and be at the training ground in 5 minutes!"
Kal groaned heavily-she couldn't stand anymore training! She was already the best in her class at staff fighting; none could even land a blow on her anymore. It wasn't even a challenge. But, orders are orders...she supposed. She moved slowly, still half asleep, into the bathroom and looked in the mirror at her long black hair, her skinny figure-not devoid of muscle, but not overly muscular. Overall, average for a night elf. Her eyes looked like orbs of blue fire in the dim light of the room, and her skin was a typical purple colour, with hints of deep blue. She splashed some water on her face to wake her up fully, and ran out the door into the chilly foggy morning air.
As she made her way to the training ground, she slowed to enjoy the cold fog and the lush green trees around her. Then she rounded the corner, and looked over at the training grounds, which was basically just a field with various wooden dummies and archery target dummies. She saw her group and ran over to them.
"I'm here, I'm here."
"Well glad you could finally make it, Kal," said the instructor gruffly.
Kal just smirked and stood in line. She was thankful when one of the students asked, "so what is it today then?" Effectively shifting the attention from her.
"Today druids, it will be...shapeshifting practice!" He yelled, smiling fiendishly.
Kal was not bothered by this. She could do all of the forms easily...most of the other druids, however, looked terrified.
"B-b-but I can't do that yet!" one of them stammered.
"Well today, you get to practice. So get on with it!" He snapped in response, quickly silencing any potential arguments.
So they all broke off into different parts of the ground, and began attempting to shapeshift. Kal was breezing through all of the forms in quick succession, when the instructor came up to her and said, "Kal, as you can do all of the forms so well, you can do me a favour."
"What favour?" She asked dully.
"Go into the forest and get me some strangle kelp-I need it for poison training with the rouges, this afternoon."
"If I have to," Kal replied with a lazy groan.
So she changed into cat form and charged off into the trees lining the training ground on her search. After about five or ten minutes of searching, she found some kelp, changed back to Night Elf form, picked it and put it into a little pouch around her waist, and changed once again into cat form. A funny idea came into her mind. "Where do my clothes go when I change?" She thought with a chuckle. Then as she was running through the forest, loving her heighted sense of smell, hearing, and the feel of grass beneath her paws, she heard voices not too far away. She stopped to catch her breath, blended into the shadows, and crept closer.
As she got closer, she could hear more of the conversation-not a lot of good it did her, however; it was in orcish. She crept even closer, until she was as close as she dared to go, and saw five orcs, all in armour. One seemed to be their leader; he was huge, tall and muscular, armoured all over in plate with an evil looking broadsword. He was clearly a warrior, and he looked so savage when she thought about it. He was having an argument with a smaller orc, who was about a foot shorter than the leader, but just as muscular. He was clad in black leather armour from head to toe, and he had two cruel looking curved daggers sheathed at his waist. The other three were sitting on a fallen tree, looking quite amused at the argument flaring in front of them. Two of the three looked to be warriors, but the last one sitting on the end looked very different from the rest-clad in red and black robes, carrying a long staff with a skull on the end that also had a black energy writhing around the skull. It filled her with a sense of dread just to look at it. "He must be a warlock," She thought. She had never met one before, but in her opinion, once was too many times.
She spent a further five minutes watching the argument until it finally ended-with the big orc slamming the pummel of his broadsword into the face of the smaller one. He looked up at the bigger orc with a mixture of hate and respect on his face, but then simply got up and sat next to the others trying to stop the furious bleeding of a broken nose. Then the realisation hit her, like a ton of bricks. "There are orcs...very close to Dolanaar." She started to back away very carefully-aware that any snapping twig could give her away. Once she was a safe distance away, she turned around and bolted back to Dolanaar. She broke through the tree line and into a flat-out run, all thoughts of strangle kelp gone from her mind, and ran over to the instructor, changing back into a Night Elf in mid sprint.
"Orcs! Orcs in the grove outside Dolanaar!" She shouted to him, amidst screams and shouts from the other druids present. The instructor ran to the guards, and they quickly formed a search party of the best hunters, rouges, and druids currently in Dolanaar and went out to search. She had no clue as to what the outcome of the battle would be as she started to worry about all of the people she had seen, setting out on the hunt for Orc blood.
