Part 2

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Sea salt and the sharp smell of black powder assault his nose. The support of the hands suddenly disappear and he drops to one knee. He picks himself up slowly. The fresh air brings him round to his senses. He looks up into the eyes a particularly arrogant looking Night Elf who looks very pleased with himself.

"De'trallion! You vile scoundrel!" Regin says forcing the words out before coughing violently.

"At last…You must be Regin…We finally meet, you have heard of my dashing exploits?" De'trallion asks with a smirk. "I thought so…" he adds, his ego inflating.

"Actually …You are wearing a name tag…" Regin says, recovering from the fierce coughing.

"What...? Oh yes, I was at a Bloodsail convention the other day and I always forget to take off these silly things…Wait, that's not the point!" De'trallion says angrily, tearing off his name tag. The Bloodsail pirates on the balcony all chuckle quietly.

Regin looks past De'trallion at the bay below. It's full of ships loading loot and captured Goblin slaves. The town is in ruins. He notices Dranith sitting on the edge of the balcony overlooking booty bay kicking his legs merrily, he is fishing.

De'trallion glances at the obliviously happy High Elf knowingly "Oh yes…He insisted he could catch some sort of valuable fish here, a deviate fish...That's not the point!" De'trallion roars, drawing his swords, his Bloodsail pirates do likewise, threateningly.

"You have caused too much trouble! I mean what the hell? You killed pretty boy Duncan so much he has stopped re-spawning! Gone! Given up!..And I liked pretty boy Duncan! Now I think you better prepare to die!" De'trallion says sadly taking a step toward a cool Regin.

"I got it! YUM!" Dranith shouts excitedly. In a splash of water he turns into a pirate complete with sabre.

"What the?" De'trallion says, stunned, he regains his composure quickly "That's it! No one makes a fool of De'tral…" He begins before he is engulfed by a puff of smoke. In his place stands a placid sheep.

The Bloodsail Pirates look at the sheep in terror before running off as fast as they can. Regin turns round, A beautiful, petite mage in a really, really tight outfit walks onto the balcony. "Regin! Thank the gods I have found you! As for you…!" she says bitterly, walking towards the sheep.

"Allow me!" Regin says picking up the sheep and throwing it at least half way across the bay with his alliance superhero might.

"We must hurry! There is a darker plot at work here, I just saw Bintar! He is a top executive of the Explorers League! I will create a portal to Stormwind, we must see the king!" The wonderful mage says panicked.

She begins casting a portal; there is a loud whipping sound. She abruptly stops, straitening up, her backside suddenly feels really sore. She looks down. There is a small goblin standing near her raising his eye brows. "Ey? Can ye give me a portal into ye pants? Ha-ha!" he says suggestively. She glares at him and smacks him so hard in the face he fly's off the balcony. "Ahhh…you will be back…" he cries as he falls.

"Zara, that…That was Baron Revilgaz!" Regin begins shocked, rushing to see if the Baron landed safely.

"I don't care who he is! I am tired of guys doing that to me! I can't help my robes being so tight! They are made that way…for some reason…" Zara says indignantly.

"Yeah! Men just don't appreciate women here. Unlike me!" Felgast says staring at Zara's chest, a bit of drool slides down his chin.

"Indeed! I remember in High Elf society, one had to court a woman for five hundred years before you even were allowed to look directly at her!" Dranith added in his dignified tone, checking his perfect nails.

"Shut up! The portal is open!" Zara shouted. The group all leaped in. The world spins violently before returning normal abruptly.

Regin stands boldly where he exited. The air was different, it was mustier and thicker. It was dark and damp. "This…this is Darkshire!" he said after a moment's consideration.

Zara looks around frowning "How could I concentrate with those idiots talking and checking me out!" she says, upset. "It's so hard being a woman!" she sobs.

"Quiet! Someone comes!" Dranith states, combing his hair. Indeed a friendly looking local is approaching them.

"Thank god you guys are here! I don't know you but the chief of Stormwind's navies and police is here, you might want to speak with him for some reason. That's all I know…" The guy says casually, looking at each of them blankly.

"Great! Does he know where the king is?" Felgast asks randomly

"Yep, he says the king is in Stormwind harbour expecting the guards and he will be there for at least three days, alone…and he is looking for an unexpected adventure…That's all I know, nothing else" he says before wondering off towards the tavern.

"What a great fellow! Why can't more people be helpful like that?" Dranith says giving a longing look at the half dazed inhabitants of the town lumbering about pointlessly.

"Silence! Someone else comes!" Regin says with finality. A large official looking man with a grey moustache approaches. On his plate armour is the lion of Stormwind.

"Greetings adventures, you're lucky you caught me here as I only arrived here a few minutes ago for no particular reason but to be here…My word you are gorgeous!" The official states, hypnotized by Zara's chest.

"Thank you…We have some important information. Booty Bay has been invaded by Bloodsail pirates and we believe the Dwarf Bintar Sternbeard is a traitor!" Zara says pleadingly, expecting a shocked reaction from the chief.

"Nonsense!" The chief barks, his large moustache quivering.

Regin takes a powerful step forward. "Nonsense...Unless you're corrupt like him!" he says viciously, drawing his sword a little.

"You're out of order!"

"No you're out of order, chief! We are going to the king with this!" Regin spits aggressively.

The chief looks at him for a moment coldly before relaxing completely "Sure, why not? I am just the chief of the navy and the police as well as an expert on Ironforge, who am I to stop you? Go for it! I am going to Booty Bay for no particular reason, bye!" he says quickly. A horse appears underneath him in a flash of smoke and he rides away into the night.

"Wow…that guy is lucky, my uncle is the Grand Admiral of the alliance and he never gets to go anywhere!" Felgast says, watching the chief disappear.

"Honestly Felgast, what use is that information to us right now? Right now…We need to see the king and get him to lend us his navy. To Stormwind!" Regin roars heroically.

"But Regin, did you not hear what he said, his Un…" Dranith began

"Silence Elf! I will not suffer your insolence! I said to Stormwind! Zara, you lead because you're…better…at…leading!" Regin says quickly after a moments thought, giving her a stern look only a true leader could.

Zara sighs and starts walking

"Dranith, I know you say you can 'sense' copper nodes on your mini map but that's just crazy talk, no one can. Felgast…summon a demon" Regin commands, all was going well.

"Sorry master but they frighten me…" Felgast says, a shiver running down his spine.

So off the Hero's went. Zara first and all the others behind, staring at her backside as she walked. "You guys better be watching my back!" she said without looking round. The guys chuckled

"You can rely on us!" they all responded in unison.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this wild, wild tale!

More coming soon! Oh, and a million $£$ to anyone who guesses the ending

(Not actually offering any money at all, used as figure of speech)

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Part three coming soon!

-Lord Luca