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On the run

Toragos stood in his dragon form, completely frozen trying to figure out just what the fel had happened… So, there was this weird undead who knew his sister, his sister was with his brood mother and alive, too… This undead tried to capture Toragos to send him to Orgrimmar, and still tried his best reasoning with the orcs that were assaulting Balagosa. Who was he?

Then the dragon felt a rush of anger, towards the same undead in front of him, whom in the meanwhile had erupted like mount Kajaro, shouting words not worth repeating, towards the orcs who attacked his sister and brood mother, towards the Horde who was plunging into total chaos not caring about anything in the world.

He roared his frustration and shot a glare filled with rage towards Myrion. He prepared to assault the helpless undead, but a thought came to him, that that same undead was actually angry at something, perhaps the same thing Toragos was angry about.

He changed in his mortal form and approached Myrion tapping him lightly on his shoulder. The undead spun around furiously his scarf had fallen down from his nose bridge, revealing a totally black jaw stitch marks around his mouth and under his cheekbones, and shouted.

"What the fuck now!"

His only answer was a straight punch to the face as black ichor spattered Toragos's outstretched fist. The undead went stumbling backwards when a frostbolt slammed on his chest sending him flying away. He didn't feel any pain, but still, for the Shadow's sake, he felt that some of his ribs snapped while the decaying skin froze. After a short time being airborne he landed hard on his rear. Toragos blinked over him placing a foot over his chest.

"Awesome, suppose you want to dispose of me… Go on , damn I deserve it! I fight to protect this damn planet and what I get… My allies try to destroy it. Go, make it quick!"

Much to Myrion's surprise, Toragos actually extended a hand to help him stand.

"You are not afraid that I might just blow your hand away? How odd… Or is that just a trick to make me feel safer and then… Bang… kill me?"

"No tricks, undead, at least not from me. Take my hand and get up, we have my sister and mother to save."

"Funny, I think I just heard we." Said the undead, grasping Toragos's hand and pulling himself up.

"Oh, you heard it right. This is the least you can do…"

"Listen buddy, I didn't put her in this mess, the Horde did, and if you are deaf and didn't hear what Dhark said, I can make it clear for you! I-Have-Been-Banned-From-The-Damn-HORDE!" Leashed out Myrion.

"Yes, but still, you tried to kill me…"

"Capture you." Corected Myrion.

"Yeah, capture me. So, the least you can do is help me and my friends… Uh, oh…"

"Uh, oh, why?"

"Hrm, you brought your friends too, if I'm correct?"

"Yeah, I tho- Uh, oh… We better hurry up!"

"Before you do anything, I must insist you drink this." Said the pandaren from before, who was now pulling out of a pouch an eight shaped flask.

"What the hell are you talking about, people are killing eachother in the backyard, and you want us to stop and have a drink!" Rasped Myrion.

"Yes." Replied the pandaren innocently.

"No, not now, maybe we can do it later…"

"Fine, fine. But your 'friends' have to drink too." Said the pandaren, putting his brew back on the pouch where he took it from.

"Let us hurry then!" Said Toragos as they made a quick run for the house. Myrion kicked the front door open, and hurried to the backdoor, only to find it torn from it's hinges being thrown to a frustrated looking Mathiew from Gruk.

The human dodged it easily and proceeded to throw a knife at the warrior which embed in the orc's thick plated shoulder pad. A bit further Siz was having a hard time trying to cast even one of his immolation spells, while Grembald tried to chop him with his element imbued axes. Eliana was bombarding the draenei, Lysaelu, with barrages of arcane magic, as the poor shaman could only rise weak defenses to shield herself. Myrion scanned the battlefield and noticed Juntao sitting on the shadow of a peach tree unpacking something that resembled terribly with a drink.

"Woha, woha, woha! Stop right there!" Shouted the undead. Strangely enough every single combatant stopped and threw glares at Myrion. "We ain't fighting anymore for today! I, and our dragon friend here, have agreed to cease the hostilities between us… The reason, wait and I shall tell you."

"Och, blast it! He lies, kill 'im!" Shouted Grembald as he blew a strong gust of wind towards the undead. He got slammed on the wall and shortly afterwards chunks of earth slammed with his legs, breaking them.

"Grembald! Stop!" Shouted Toragos, casting a shield over Myrion that deflected the last boulders aiming for his head and torso.

"Och! Look ther'! He wasn' lyin' after all, eh?" Said Grembald with a chuckle. "Still, Tor, what th' bloody hell has happened?!"

"The Horde has captured my sister and my brood mother, and they are the only hope we have."

"Yeah, and believe it or not, heh, we got exiled from the Horde." Said Myrion, trying to free himself from the rocky prison.

"What?!" Shouted in unsion Eliana, Siz and Gruk.

"Yeah. Remember our buddy, Dhark? He turned out to be a bastard. He captured the dragon's mother and sister and yeah… Said that we were exiled from the Horde. Now…"

"You are lying, Boney!" Replied Gruk in disbelief. " There must have a misunderstanding, or something, I'll head to Orgrimmar and get answers!"

"Go, the sooner you open your eyes the better." Replied calmly the undead. With that, the orc clenched something in his hand, and he was gone in a swirling green mist.

"Well, now what Myrion?" Asked Eliana.

"Well, simple enough, we go find Dhark, we kill Dhark, we free the dude's family. Simple as that."

"Well, how are we gonna get there, geniuth?" Asked Siz while banishing his imp. "Or should I remind ye that we're on the run?"

"Hah, now that you say that… We're on the run, and my bloody legs are broken!"

A/N

So very sorry guys, but I have been VERY busy with school and life… And yeah… Again, so very sorry for not posting for so long. I'll try to update it whenever I can, hopefully school will not be so relentless for long. And yeah… Uh… Well… Review please?