Hey everyone! This is my first (proper) WoW Fanfic and I really feel excited that I've finally found the time to write.

I do not own World of Warcraft or any of the major lore characters that can be mentioned. However I do own the Protagonist which is based on one of my roleplaying characters on a server I will not be sharing :)

I am rating this story M because it means I do not need to be careful on what I write. This includes but is not limited to swearing, gore, fighting, etc

Book 1, Prolouge

Payout

The sound of the shifting waves, the sandy beaches that run along the coastline, the bustle of a port behind you, half naked of any race, gender or age running around, paradise?

Ratchet was described pretty much as a paradise by some people. These people were usually Goblins selling "discounted" goods, Assassins looking for a place to keep away from chivalrous zealots that describe them as heretics, teenagers with uncontrollable hormones and deep pockets or maybe the occasional pickpocket.

Mentryia Moonstorm could probably be described as the second of that list as she stood atop a hill, some distance from the shoreline. The outskirts of Ratchet, only occupied by her, her friend and druid Sarnterias, who was lying down beside her, at her feet, basking in the sun in only his underpants, and a few stray crabs.

"Why are we here again?", Sarnterias or Sarn for short, had spoken up, though had not opened his eyes. Mentryia, or Trya as her name actually was, glanced down from under her dark hood, smiling when she noticed his bare chest. He was a strong Night Elf and she could not deny it. The childhood friends had spent their growing up together. It might have been bumpy, but in the end they were like a married couple, always together and rarely fighting. They rarely indulged themselves in married couple's activities though.

"Well I have that gold to pick up... I promise if it takes longer I'll give you a treat... if you stay quiet." The male opened one eye curiously. She rolled her eyes as she watched his eye travel up and down her body,"Do not get any bright ideas just yet." She said, winking at him before sliding down the hill.

A short figure soon appeared in the distance. Trya smiled as she held her right palm out open. The goblin, grumbling about the heat seemed to look like an abused puppy as he handed over a pouch of jingling gold,"You remember nothin', alrigh'?" He muttered. Trya nodded as the short humanoid shuffled away, unhappy having to part with fifty gold, but happy that his business "partner" was out of the way. Training accident his ass.

Trya opened the pouch and glanced in. All fifty. She smiled, turning to glance at Sarn in his Feline form as he slid down the hill and rubbed himself against her foot, purring. She beckoned him over and the pair began to walk towards Ratchet, heading for home.

Home though, would not be where they ended up.

Thanks for reading. Reviews are appreciated, and updates will come at my own pace. Hopefully a fast one :D