A piercing headache penetrated his senses as he groaned in pain. His teeth gritted through it as he tried to move. Struggling to cope through the blurred senses due to pain, he moaned even more in trying. He felt soft fondling hands over his forehead and the brush of his hair ended it all, stopping the moans and groans of striking pain. His eyes sprung up in open, seeing the image of green eyes accompanied with long golden locks of hair came to him.
"You're awake…" The blood elf exclaimed as she softly brushed her hands over his head, while the other rested at the side of his cheek as the head of the warrior rested on the lap of the elfling.
"Wasn't I fighting Urak?" he asked while trying not to move in hopes that it would help with the pain.
"You were, that's why you're here, you two tore each other up pretty bad before the master called it off. In the end, Urak won against you." Arseah explained.
Larkon just laid still. "Damn, no wonder Dagren is famous for being the Orc Slayer. Fighting an orc with bare hands is quite the task to do…" he groaned.
A small hand moved down to his cheeks and softly caresses it. "Are you feeling well?" Arseah asked through.
"Yeah I'm feeling well just got a bad headache…" he answered with a calm tone. "How long was I out Arseah?" He asked as he looked up, still letting his hands rest on his side, as if feeling comfort to rest his head on the legs of the small blood elf.
"The entire night." She answered.
"Damn…" He sighed as he continued to rest her head on her legs.
"Do you need me to get you anything for your head or…" she asked before he quietly stopped her.
"I'll be fine, just need a little rest that's all…" he answered.
"Okay…" she responded while rubbing a hand on his forehead to do what she could to help. "Um Larkon about...the other day...you know in the bath…" her face blushed a little.
"What was it like to you Arseah?" He asked softly as he looked up to her, he maintained a small smile through his question before continuing a statement. "It was lovely to me, and meaningful.".
"It was...the same, but on a more deeply and personal meaning to me." she smiled.
Then, the small smile through the warrior's lips faded as he heard her words. Truly it was meaningful in every way that making each other feel loved and feel good, but the warrior's stance was clear that he doesn't have it to maintain such stance on loving romantically. The warrior slowly curled a frown while sitting up. Clearing his head from her lap and turns to meet her gaze. His hand slowly and gently grasp her wrists and told her. "Arseah….I can't maintain that…." He said.
She was a little shocked to hear this, a small gasp however escaped when she heard, knowing that he didn't see her like she saw him. Nonetheless the blood elf nodded while still maintaining a soft small smile on her face, accepting what was presented. "Oh I see...but still it was deeply meaningful to me. You were the first person to show me what it was meant to be like…" she noded.
"Loved?"
"Yes...for that I am forever thankful to you…" she answered. "But, I still...I'll maintain what I see in you."
The warrior smiled. "See me for what you like Arseah, as long as the positivity that still maintained your admiring good attitude remains, then see me for what you like." He stated.
"But if I may ask, can I ask you a question?"
When he nodded in agreement she asked "Are you satisfied?"
The warrior suddenly went silent for a moment as the question hit him again, it was like a reminder to where he is now back when he was home. What satisfaction is like to everything else around him. The given pleasure that throbbed him, and those who made him feel alive. It still was not an answer he could answer. In response he asked. "Satisfied in what?"
"Well I know you don't see me in the way I do. But is there someone you do see in that way. Someone who you want to return to who is waiting for you maybe?" she asked.
He sighed and thought, though something was telling him that someone was, but fogs of unease and unfamiliarity was not telling the answer. "In the back of my mind says yes…..but, I don't know Arseah.." He softly answered.
She softly laid her head on his shoulder and smiled. "I see. For showing me what it's like to be loved, allow me to return the favor by allowing me to help take your mind off of the hardships you will endure so you can return to home when the time comes." She told him as her hands began to undress his shorts.
The warrior instead had a surprise for her and swarmed her by pushing her back on the soft cushion of the mattress as he followed by his hands fondling her breasts under her shirt. He kissed her deeply, snaking his tongue inside her lips. "I'll show what is like to be pleasure and loved…" He whispered through the kisses.
"Shit we're not prepared for another assault from these bastards…" the captain growled as he saw the march of the Old Horde heading their way.
"Sir we can't hold them off in the condition we're in." a soldier alerted the captain.
"We're still trying to evacuate the the heavily wounded." another soldier reported.
"Sir, we will help the wounded, we will proceed to them immediately." Kinar and Alura volunteered, earning an instant nod from the captain as he runs through the thick fray of the battle, able to smash his axe on the back of an orc as it pinned down a struggling soldier.
The dwarf scoffed and muttered in dwarven language. "Aye, the old Iron Bullseye need gettin out." He said as he pulled out both of his flint locks from his pocket and got ready. "Oi, Night Elf lass, I need ye to help both of them while we be defendin them here. As I see them orcs aren't that many and perhaps we have a big chance what we can win." He motioned her as he pulled out a coin.
"Oh boy, you're going to do that?" Finan asked.
Thark responded by using his flint pistols to shoot two Orcs in the head right between the eyes with sniper distance accuracy. The shots stunned and shocked most of the other orcs as it happened so fast that they couldn't believe what they just saw.
Quon saw the trick and smiled while everyone stopped at what they were doing in shock from the amazing accuracy Thark had just as he drew his longrifle.
"Very impressive." Serga exclaimed in surprise.
"Amazing skill you possess, but allow me to handle this as well my skill." Quon said as he calmly walked up to the group of Orcs that were busy in the fray.
An orc came rushing down on what supposed to be an easy target, growling off with drool on their lips as they charged at the panda. Nonetheless the panda stood firm and with lightning fast speed, performed a powerful point blank range punch that sent the beat of the orc's heart to rest, killing it instantly.
The captain was struggling in the corner of the shack of the horses as he struggled to muscle in against the orc with his own arms as they locked themselves into a difficult situation. Using their bare strength as both themselves were disarmed into the fray. The captain made use of his experience as he used his elbows to repeatedly hit the orc on the cheek, causing the orc to let go, giving the captain space and leverage to turn and catch the orc's head behind its back, locking it to a headlock. It was short when the captain used his brute strength, along with his entire large frame to twist and break the neck of the orc.
Meanwhile as a soldier was in a losing battle with one orc, Finan calmly approached the two and cleared his throat to get their attention.
"Pardon me mr. fatass of a brute with a mother who wears army boots and a father wtih sassy skin." Finan called out to the Orc battling the captain.
The apparent insults struck a serious nerve on the orc as he quickly punched the soldier in the face to knock him out and turned towards the gnome in slow building up rage.
"Not only slow and stupid but deaf and blind apparently. Never thought I see the day to see those four in combination of one such amazing dumbass." Finan calmly responded with his arms crossed behind his back.
The orc suddenly bark at the gnome and charge with a sluggish feet. While calmly getting ready, the Gnome suddenly charged arcane energy into his hands. Shooting a powerful blast of arcane energy at the Orc to send him flying through a the tent and into a pile of boxes. The gnome simply blew his fist and looked at his hands.
"Still got it." he smirked.
When a Orc tried to sneak up behind him, the Gnome disappeared in a flash of arcane. Appearing right behind the orc along with three copies of himself made from his arcane magic. All four unleashing blasts of Arcane barrages to blast the orc through a tent.
Alura and Kinar were trying to help with the wounded soldier walk towards the carts to evacuate them as quick as possible. The two priestess saw a couple of Orcs heading their way until Serga stepped in front of them and blocked their path away from her friends useing a small earth wall created from her shamanistic magic.
"I will only warn you once, turn back now or face the punishment of your deeds by the hands of the Spirits." she warned the Orcs.
The orcs ignored her and kept charging forward. Suddenly, the bolts of lighting come out from the edge the Tauren fingertips, encasing the orc inside a surge of fatal agony before falling off to the ground.
A gunshot was heard once more as the dwarf kept firing down, specifically searching for soldiers that were in a struggling situation to put a bullet on the head of the orc and help. "Oi, tauren lass, help Alura and Kinar with them soldiers that are struggling, and you Finann, use them magics of yers to help the captain, he be struggling with orcs surroundin him, he be a big man but he is still just a soldier."
"And who died and made you the leader of this little group?" Finan demanded before useing blink to teleport over to go help the captain.
In the meantime, Quon continued to punch and kick down any Orc that got with a few inches close to him. His strikes so powerful and precise that they either knock the orc out or kill it upon impact. Easily dodging most of their attacks while following up with lightning quick counter attacks.
The Monk carefully pulled out his alcohol jug, opened it, and took deep swigs of wine stored in it before letting out a loud sigh of relief. When he put the jug back up his movements started swaying back and forth as he was all of a sudden deeply drunk.
The orcs began to charge and swing their weapons at him, but the orcs suddenly went confused when the relaxed motion of the pandaren's body kept them at bay to hit him, as they missed every swing they tried. Then, a cracking surprise attack from the Drunk Monk that landed straight down the pipe of the orc puts it down, causing a surprise among the attacking orcs. Suddenly, the panda began to aggressively attack while relaxingly dodging all their attacks.
Meanwhile, Alura, Kinar, and Serga finished loading the last of the injured soldiers into the carts. Leading the horses to take the carts to a safe distance until seeing that they need to cross a bridge next. Fylrae kept close by rushing with them up high above some closeby mountains.
The Nightelf drew her bow and readies one of her arrows to provide cover fire for the three spell casters. "I follow from a close distance." The night elf told them.
The battle grew more intense as the loud sound of metal crashing against metal echoed through the plains. Fear was bursting among the injured, and among the group who had sworn to protect them. Weary eyes was hovering over in guard as the horse that moved the cart were starting to nay and hush in fear as its senses saw danger.
The draenei quickly moved to the horse, caressing the smooth edges of its fine skin, trying to calm the strong stallion. "Shhh, it's okay, it's okay, there is nothing there." Alura assured, but the way she uttered her words did not reflect its substance. Nonetheless the soothing calmness of her words made the stallion thrive on and move.
In the meantime, Fylrae saw the approaching group of old Horde Orcs and took aim. Quickly she shot an arrow to kill one Orc with a direct hit to it's throat. The night elf alerted the group, calling over the danger as the roars became apparent.
The draenei urged the horse on move faster, occasionally trying to push or bump the back of the horse to signal, yet it did not.
"Let me handle." Serga motioned her to step aside and the draenei nodded. The tauren touched the ears of the mammal and immediately the horse began to move faster, close to a full run, but slow enough for the group to easily catch up.
The beastly horde were charging through the offenses of the night elf. Fylrae's hands worked through hard labour as she quickly let the arrows fly through the air, occasionally hitting the target. Alas it was not enough deter the tribal orcs as they charged with abandon, their eyes snaking through the night elf's telling her that they are so eager to kill what is put to them.
When she reached back for another arrow, she felt from her almost empty quiver that she would soon be out of arrows to continue to hold them off. Not seeing anymore choices, decides to go for the close encounter approach. Placing her bow up, she then whistle loudly for her trusty companion Kuura.
The Frostsaber lept into the battlefield with lightning fast speed and made a mad dash to her master. The Old Horde Orcs were taken by surprise by the all of a sudden presence of the large sabertooth cat as it pounced on one Orc and sunk its large teeth into the throat and ripped the Orc's throat out. Spewing blood and gore all around any orcs close by and blinding some of them when the blood sprayed into their eyes.
Kuura did not give them a chance to recover. She dashed towards the orcs who were blinded by the spray of blood and gore from her first kill. The blases of her armor slashing through any orc brave yet dumb to try and stop her. None of them had the chance to even defend themselves when she slashed open their stomachs with her razor sharp claws and continued to rush back to her master.
In the meanwhile, Fylrae made a quick rush to her Frostsaber and was able to leap onto her saddle. Wasting no time to try and rush out of the group of Orcs to try and catch up to her friends as she noticed from a distance that the Orcs were gaining on them fast.
"Serga, their gaining on us, we can't defend ourselves if they get close to us." Kinar said to them in a very open concern as they ran down at the plains as the orc soldiers close the mdown.
Serga looked back behind her, indeed the Worgen was correct with her words as the Orcs were gaining on them fast. She looked out in the distance to see Fylrae on her Frostsaber Kuura rushing fast towards them to try and catch up to them fast. However even with Kuura's amazing speed it did not look like they were going to catch up anytime soon.
The Shaman also looked at the long distance towards the direction that Thark, Finan, and Quon were at. She was not able to make out much but she could tell the three had their hands full. Either way by the looks of everything, the three spell casters were going to have to do something.
"Hwauraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" A loud roar has been heard, the group turned their heads to an orc sprinting down at them.
Both of the priestesses was pleading to the Tauren for help as the orc neared them, its lips drooling with blood lusting saliva as its eyes narrowed with death on its expression.
"Serga their gaining on us!" Alura called to her, as her hooves tried to run as fast as she could. Tears were beginning to shed as her concern for everything else, especially fear driveled over to her, clouding her mind with anxiety and hopelessness.
Serga only responded with a quick and sudden decision of action. Turning around she tackle the Orc hard to the ground, using her bigger frame to pin down the orc and began to beat the savage Orc with the use of her fists. Using her Shaman magic to summon a rock, she repeatedly bashed the Orc's skull onto the rock until she smashed a large bloody hole in its head.
To her horror however she looked back to see more Orcs still gaining on them. She was too far away by this point to get back to them and was forced to stare into horror as the orcs had finally caught up with the two priestess.
"Don't come near me, I'm warning you!" Alura stopped, though spewing words of threats, never once did she shown to be threatening as she stood there with waterfalls that dribbled down her cheeks.
Kinar by this time had already transformed into her Worgen form and tried to threateningly growl at the Orcs as they slowly approached them.
One orc looked over the two as a very sadistic smirk spread across his lips. "Be such a shame to kill you nice looking women before having some fun. What do you say boys, we fuck the Draenei and skin the Worgen for a new pelt?" he asked his fellow Orc warriors.
The same perverted orc moved with confidence, his eyes were imprinted with blood lust as he approached them ever so slowly.
"Please! Don't come near me, I am warning you! I will use my abilities." Alura emptily threatened as her hands moved in front of her, channeling whatever feeble power she had.
The orc chuckled briefly before falling silent, quietly hover its bloodlust ridden eyes over the draenei and the human worgen. His expression change, his lips curling to a frown as he tightly gripped his weapon. Then...he roared with unbridled aggression and charged at the innocent priestesses, gripping it's under the strong grip of his hands as he roared wildly with a raging expression.
"Please don't!" Alura pleaded fearfully one more time as her hands glowed. She and Kinar powered whatever magic they could muster before letting out a strong surge of Holy energy and Nature energy as the orc leaped with in, trying to finish off the draenei and the worgen. Whatever magic they channeled through their hands that flew from their fingertips sealed the raging orc's fate as the light ridden along with the nature ridden power penetrated through his skin, hitting his heart as he leaped in. The moment both the of their magics hit him the orc immediately fell limp in mid air, landing down at the side of the draenei with a loud thud.
Both of the two looked down at the corpse of the orc, their eyes were watering, their hearts were tightening with heavy breaths as they looked at the result. Anxiety, guilt, and noxiousness filled the both of the lot as they froze in place. Their fearful eyes looking at the blood beneath their hooves and feet, staining their skin and fur with the blood of the raging warrior.
They stood their with frozen fear, both of them unaware at the remaining danger at still surrounds them as the other orcs stormed in with rage, ready to avenge as well as to mutilate both the frozen priestesses. Both of them only looked at the warriors with unexpressed concern, like as if they were no longer inside the realms of reality.
The orcs charged with their heavy weapons ready to deliver the blow. Then they fell short as they were met with an armored charge from their human counterpart. An arrow flew by from the feline astride night elf as the soldiers charged through their ranks. Two of the soldiers looked at the priestess and brought them out as they were too close from the fray.
The human warriors took a look at them with narrowed brow as they pleaded with the priestesses to move. "Up your feet now! Go! And Run away!" One of the soldiers encouraged them as he helped out the draenei up from her stupor, while the other helped the worgen who now turned back to her human form.
"I killed someone….." Alura muttered under her breath. Her widened eyes along with the tearful streams that dribbled down her cheeks confirmed to the soldiers. Both of them also looked at the expression of the human worgen, only to be met with the same.
"Oh no…" One of them muttered. "Panic attack. Helped them up, we're gonna carry them out from here and to the cart."
"Panic attack?" One of the soldiers exclaimed with confusion.
"They experience this because they have killed, their minds are not conditioned to kill anyone, they will remain frozen because they are overwhelmed with anxiety." The soldier said to them as he helped up the draenei to be scooped into his arms.
Serga was able to catch up to everyone at this time and joined them along with the Night Elf followed close by on her striped Frostsaber.
In the meantime back with Thark, Finan, and Quon. The old Dwarf was running out of ammunition as he just kept seeing more Old Horde Orcs coming and coming almost like ants in a never ending amount.
"To hell with all this! Quon, Finan, we be leaving!" Thark shouted to his companions.
"It's about damn time!" Finan yelled as he Arcane blasted another Orc and started rushing off with the Dwarf. "Where the hell is Quon at?"
"I'll be staying here, help them, while I'll help the soldiers fend them off." Quon answered to them while he punched a orc multiple times with lightning fast jabs, each punch delivering bone shattering blows to the orc's body.
"And here I actually thought you got drunk a moment ago! Come on we can't handle them all we're retreating!" Finan yelled.
The Large captain rode by with a cart for the three to hop on and make a narrow escape from the swarming old horde of Orcs. "Come on, my men had hold off the last wave, they have enough time to get on their horses and escape with us before the last wave arrive. Come on!" He urged them.
Larkon finished getting his shorts back on as well as the leather wrapps back on his hands. He looked to his side to see the blood elf still in a deep sleep lying naked underneath the sheets of the bed. He smiled a little and got up to exit the room.
Making his way back outside to the training courtyard, he smirked when he found Urak there waiting for him and also smirking.
"And so the great human Larkon lives from the ass whipping of the Legendary Orc Urak. How're you feeling?" Urak joked.
Larkon chuckled and popped his joints. "Pissed off and ready for round two." Larkon also joked.
"The Blood Elf called us, he said he'll be meeting with us at the entrance of the dungeon, he said that it is something important for him and for us." Urak informed.
"Another gladiator fight I would guess." Larkon sluggishly sighed.
Urak nodded to him in agreement and went on down the halls, stumbling upon the two females, Rachel and Seleara. The two acknowledge their presence as they did their work along. "He is out there waiting for you both, he said that if you could win it then it would bring more than enough money to sustain for everyone here." Seleara informed.
"Thank you Seleara. Larkon you coming?"
"On my way." Larkon nodded and followed along Urak as they made their way down the hallways until eventually arriving back outside in the training field.
Zan stood there with a cigarette pipe on his lips, inhaling it deeply through his mouth and puffed the smoke gently through his nose and mouth as he observed the other gladiators fighting each other. He was deep in thought as his two prized Gladiators walked up to him.
"Look at them you two. What's the difference from the last two weeks?" The Blood Elf asked them as he inhaled the pipe. The Blood elf showed no signs of any bearing tone as his eyes were fixated at the training gladiators in the arena.
The two warriors immediately noticed that their numbers were starting to get smaller, no longer over filling the small arena with clash and tacks by the contacting wood. The Orc exhaled and answered. "They're no longer numerous." He said.
"And why do you think why is that?" Zan asked still keeping his green eyes focused on the training gladiators.
The human warrior noticing their sluggish battles noticed the mediocrity "Untrained and inexperienced." Larkon answered with no tone.
The Blood Elf reached down the papers at the table beside him, inhaling the pipe before giving it to the soldiers. "Tell me, what do you think of this." He said.
The two warriors read. It was a betting line of the arena weere one would put their golds on the race two whether or not he would profit in the wins or lose. In the paper, there were no wins for him as all of it read were him losing gold at an alarming numbers.
"All Seven pittings of Gladiators I had in the arena all lost along with the gold I put on them." Zan commented without emotion, looking like as if he was not dismayed at the result, but the two knew better.
Zan reached down to an another paper and gave it to them. "I want you both to solve that for me." He said as he gave it to them while gesturing the guards to to step behind him, looking as a smile began to curve to his lips.
Both the Human and orc read the paper carefully. It was an arranged deal that their master had set up. It spoke that his two best warriors, namely them, would be placed in a handicap Gladiator match, two strong and ten week vs. Twelve of the best. The reward would be of him breaking even of all of his losses if the two die. However should the two win he will gain triple the amount.
Urak immediately saw this and protested. "This brings no honor." The orc growled as he looks like as if he was ready to lash out against the Blood Elf.
"There's no honor in business orc." The Blood Elf calmly replied as he inhaled the pipe deeply and exhaled.
Larkon stepped forward. "This? Is the solution for you?!" He growled also and began to angrily step on towards the blood elf only to be met with multiple hands over his arms and shoulders, stopping him in his tracks.
"Yes that would be it." The blood elf said without remorse as he didn't even face the two angered gladiators.
"We already made money from fights that you gave to us!"
"Against weak competition yes, the only ones that you gave me big is the first. Which in return deals with lesser rewards in the end." Zan answered with a slight tone of annoyance heard in his voice as he placed the pipe down to rub his temples. "I did not buy you two because I needed companions, I bought you two so that I could make money and profit from your deaths while profiting even more from other deaths. While today I can break even with your deaths." The Blood elf insultingly added.
Neither his two best warriors knew how to react to this, only just stand there and stare at the paper with ever growing anger at the situation they were now in.
"If it makes you two feel better I too was once in a handicap match no different than this one." Zan said as he got up and took his coat off. Revealing horrid scars all over his body that looked more severe than any of the two Gladiators have yet earned. "But like I said weeks ago about how your goals can save your lives. My goal saved me from a hell far worse than this one. And if I can endure and survive that then so can you two...my most prized warriors currently in my custody."
Zan then gestured the guards. "Take them back to the basement." He commanded.
The guard moved in at the already restrained human, but they just let go as the human shakes off their holds and turn his back at the blood elf.
Both the Blood Elf and the Orc along with the guards watched Larkon leave to head back to the basement. Zan puts his coat back on and sat back down in his seat, all the while never taking his eyes off the human for a single moment.
"I take it that in your time as a gladiator, you were not given such generous offers, weren't you?" the orc asked Zan.
Zan exhaled the smoke from his lungs and half-heartedly reply. "Just bring me gold, and if you live you get to see your family if you have one the moment you ask for freedom." Zan avoided the question. "I expect you to train for the following weeks."
The orc grunted as the two immediately went on to the arena, their teeth grit with anger, their eyes were shaken with blatant irrationality as they tried to look to where they should release their rage unto.
The wiser of the two was treading his way into the mansion and down to the basement, where he soon found Larkon apparently in training. Continually punching, kicking, and all around striking at a practice dummy with fierce determination and somewhat anger. Practicing and forcefully pushing himself to the verge that he was sweating all over and pounding the dummy to almost pieces with his bare strikes.
The human looked over at the orc, before immediately resuming his stance against the training material, acting like the orc was not there.
The green skinned warrior began to practice, using the wooden axe that rested against the wall as his basis of weaponry for the arena on the week that would come. His eyes were burning in passion, but not in rage, even with the threat of death he managed to find something else that the Blood Elf had uttered where the human did not hear.
"Life….death...life...death." Larkon muttered, baring his head against the rough wall.
The orc looked over his human counterpart. "What is it?"
"A poem from my captain. The beat of a thousand heart, a thousand souls for a thousand warriors. Living souls are key for the war, whenever war is present, souls are key to peace when it is locked." Larkon uttered before kicking the dummy with hard strength that he gathered from his legs.
Urak listened carefully of the poem and made sure to repeat it over and over inside his head to not forget anytime soon. He continued to strike his practice dummy with his wooden axe with the same if not greater strength than the human, but still with the same burning passion that did not leave him.
"In all the years I've walked the path of the warrior. I confess not once I have ever heard of such a poem. Your Captain must've been a great man. The world mourns for the lost of such a fine warrior." the Orc commented.
"He's a dead man." The human corrected.
"I figured as much." Urak answered.
Alura could not stop shaking, no matter what she could do to try and calm herself. It had been several hours since she, her group, and the rest of the soldiers arrived at a safe place to make camp. Still neither the Draenei Priestess or the Worgen Druid could stop shaking or forget what they had done. Horrified of the acts of being forced to kill someone, something that not only was something they've never done before but something that went against the teachings of the Light.
She and Kinar sat in a large medical tent, too scared to even move and having no control over the continuous shaking their bodies were doing.
"Out of me way lads let me see them." They heard Thark shove the soldiers standing guard. When he finally entered he frantically rushed over to check and see if they were alright.
The Dwarf looked at them, their breaths were heavy as their bodies shook with no control. Both of them were gripping the soft fabric of cloth. Their eyes were in tears, their lips were purring in the sound of a soft whimper. He sat down in front of them, as his hand softly reached for their shoulders.
"How are both ye lasses feeling?" Thark asked in concern.
In response, both of them turned their heads to bury itself under the fabric, trying to avoid the concerning gaze of their father figure.
"Aye, I was told what happened so ye don't have to tell me what ye did, I be more concern if ye two are okay." he told them softly.
The Night Elf huntress staggered at the dwarf's side. "Let them rest first."
The Dwarf did not move as he quietly responded. "I'm not leaving their side. I have to know if they be okay."
Large thudding footsteps came to the tent, looking back to see the inhumanely big captain approaching them. "Leave them for a bit. Let them be for themselves." The captain said as he assured the dwarf. "No harm is coming close to them, we're at the close proximity of the base, there are no enemy for kilometers here on out." He said as he and the huntress decide to leave the tent.
Thark stayed in the tent for what he could guess was five minutes. Never taking his eyes off of either the Draenei or the Worgen he grew to love as if they were his own daughters. Standing back up from his chair he softly patted their heads before exiting the tent to leave them be as everyone suggested he do.
The captain walked down the river along with the huntress, their eyes were keen open in alert. His head was fixated on the distance, approaching a small pond of fresh water.
The huntress focused her gaze on the man, before shifting his eyes to the glowing moonlight. She wondered of course, part of her curious nature if the man she was looking at right now has something close to a family. She bit her lip underneath her half mask and decided to ask. "Do you have a family captain? A brother, a sister?" She took her mask of and slided it to her belt.
The captain chuckled. "Does soldiers and colleagues count huntress?" He asked.
The night elf didn't answer, giving off the silence that the captain needed.
The captain then nodded. "I have one. She's the last one I got. She's my...sister." He told before adding. "Last time I had heard of her was that she was in Stormwind, getting ready to get married. Was happy for her.."
Fylrae furthered the conversation. "Any plans to return home and start one for yourself?" She asked.
He shook his head. "I don't know, we'll wait when I get back, and see the results for yourself If I myself can get one." He chuckled.
She stared quietly at his dog tag, reading the letters in it. "Robert Cross." She muttered.
"Yeah that's my name, nothing special nothing else nothing more." He answered with a sigh. "You best go check on your comrades and see what they plan on doing. We'll be here for maybe a week or more unless we get further commands on what to do next."
She nodded and made her way back to the camp. The large Captain, watched her leave with a soft sigh before looking at the reflection of the moon in the lake.
Flyrae found her companions, Thark, Finan, Serga, and Quon sitting in a circle next to a camp fire.
"So how're they doing?" Finan asked Thark with concern.
"Aye they be not taking it easy but they be trying to rest from it." he answered.
Finan sighed as he stared back into the fire.
"It is not easy for innocent souls to get scared. And by the looks of it at least that their souls are far too innocent to be corrupted by the blood sheds of war." Quon hypothesized.
"Indeed they are lucky. I only wish in their journey in life, that they wouldn't be exposed to such harsh cruel moments such as that one." Serga commented.
"Well...now what?" the Gnome Mage asked.
"We keep moving until we find that lad Larkon and the rest of Jorden's squad." Thark answered.
"You sure they're gonna wanna continue after that event?" Finan asked again with concern.
The Dwarf shrugged. "I don't know lad, aye if we encounter them orcs again in this 'so called' safe like bootstrap on the leg road, I'm sure I be bringin them lasses back home." Thark stated.
"I vote we take them back home. They've already seen and been through enough already on stuff they weren't prepared for." Finan stated next.
"Tell it to them if they want to go home." Fylrae suddenly answered behind the gnome, narrowing her brow as she softly let her body rest down on the shrubs of the grass. "The man you're looking for…..he's lucky that he had a family that is looking for him even at this kind of danger." She added.
"You're familiar with loss ain't ya lass? I guess perhaps this ain't the life that ye want, and I bet in your thoughts that ye just want to be a mother wantin to craddle a wee lass, but it fell right from yer fingers." Thark hypothesized.
The Night Elf Huntress sighed. "No, that's not it."
"Look everybody what we five have in common is we've seen and been there when it comes to making harsh choices like that. Those two haven't and they are not prepared for it. It's better if we get them home now before this trip tears them up anymore then they've already been as of lately." Finan suggested.
"I never wanted this life." Fylrae admitted. "I'll admit dwarf, that was the life I was hoping to happen, hoping to happen...to me, to my brother." She said, no longer continuing any further.
Thark noded and gently patted her back. "Aye…"
"The two are strongly determined in their cause. We were once face with the same challenge and to say we did not react the same or similar as they did would not be the truth." Serga answered Finan's statement.
The captain had just come over, scooting his frame to the ground on the bonfire, handing out pockets of water. "Water, for all, took them from the stream nearby down the hill." He explained.
The panda gripped his chin as his eyes were squinted at the captain. "Hmmm…..captain, do you have a relative that lived in the town?" Quon suddenly asked.
"Why is everyone asking me that. Yeah why?" he answered.
Quon didn't say anything. He just reached for his traveling bag, pulled out his book of stories and started writing.
"People can we please get on the situation at hand on what we should do next?" Finan asked.
"My men are already going back to the main base in the portal, we'll probably go back ourselves too. The roads are clear, as the surrounding perimeters are safe guarded by patrols day and out, but we'll probably would not see a patrol during our journey back because the nearest patrol now is a kilometer away from us." The captain told.
"Thank you captain for that information. Fellow members of the I'm not sure what to call guild what do you all think we should do. Continue this search or head back home?" Finan asked everyone seriously.
Thark sighed, looking over to the tent of where the two priestess rested. He doesn't want to disappoint both of them, but right now, going home is the best for them, even if it means having to see them cry. "Aye, we'll go home. I don't want these two gettin any close from here."
"All in favor of this?" Finan asked as he raised his hand along with Thark, waiting for the others to respond.
"Andorhal, the third war and now. I think it's finally time to retire myself." The captain said as he stood.
Thark and Finan looked at the others.
"I will stay, I am still in search of my family and I am no stranger when it comes to making tough decisions." Serga answered.
"Quon what about you?" Finan asked next.
"I want to write more stories, but I value my own peace as well." Quon answered.
"So is that a yes or no?" Finan asked confused.
"Yes. I'll go back to the town."
Finan looks towards the Night Elf. "What about you?"
Fylrae watched the dancing flames, her eyes were glowed by the fire of that reflected from silver of iris. Whatever memories stirred from her mind in that moment where the dancing flames came to her her affected her like a spear would pierce one's flesh. For her, it felt like the world blurred around her when she watched it dance till her eyes decided to pour a rain of its own.
"Night elf." The voice snapped her thoughts.
"Yes?" she asked after a sudden snap back to reality.
"What do you plan on doing?" The Gnome asked her.
She scooped up and hugged her knees, letting her chin rest as her arms covered the lower half of her face. "I just want to go home." She muttered.
"I guess we're all in favor we're done with this and we need to head back to our respective homes and bring the two priestess back home to Stormwind. We'll leave in morning at Dawn so let's get as much sleep as we can." Finan suggested.
Now with an agreement, the group got up from sitting on the ground and made their way into their tents to catch as much rest as they could. Completely unaware that closeby they were all being closely watched by a familiar Rouge troll and a Demon Hunter Night Elf.
The two watched from atop of the trees, their bodies whelmed perfectly within the shadows, failing to be seen even with the trained eyes. They're as quiet as the soft breeze, their eyes were moving all around to see everything else. To plan on to what to do.
"So mon here be our chance to take the lovely maiden unseen. Just sit back and watch a pro at work." The troll mentioned as he tried proceeded without the Demon Hunter.
The silent Night Elf, now out of his magical disguise simply grabbed the Rouge by the shoulder to stop him before proceeding ahead of him.
"Silent you ass mon…" Kor cursed quietly to himself as he proceeded to follow the Night Elf.
The two were one with the shadows as they slowly and silently through the grass. Their feet were as light as the feint of death, avoiding all the sound that trained driven ears could hear. Both their bodies were bended down, trying to look as small as possible as they silently trudged through the small camp.
Sticking close to both the shadows and cover, the two quietly made their way to the tent that they last saw their target, the Draenei Priestess was last seen sleeping in. The Troll made a hand gesture for the Demon Hunter to stay put while he would handle the situation. The Night Elf simply ignored him and quietly moved ahead. Leaving the Troll to grumble quietly in anger as he followed the Night Elf into the tent as quietly as they could.
The Troll catched up with the night elf and pulled out a pouch of powder. "Spray this on her face mon. She be sleepin like a foal." Kor handed it.
Dakon carefully grabbed the pouch and proceeded forward. When the two finally entered the tent they saw both the Draenei and the Human Worgen asleep in their respective makeshift beds. The Draenei however appeared to be tossing and turning, breathing heavily in her sleep as if she was having a horrible nightmare in her sleep. Thankfully the two kept close into the shadows because she ended up springing up awake with a loud gasp.
Slowly, Alura tried to calm herself from having another horrible nightmare. It was the third one since the incident with the Orc from earlier that day. As she laid her head back down on the soft pillow she tried muttering a soft prayer before she noticed in the darkness of the tent, a pair of green glowing eyes staring at her.
He immediately sprayed the powder over her just as she let out a loud scream in horror for that lasted as fast as one could blink. She ceased her screaming as her eyes to immediately become heavy and she found herself slowly drifting off back into a very deep sleep. Daken gently pushed her chest back to lay on her back.
Fylrae looked up at the moon. Her body in the form of praying as she looked up to her goddess, Elune. A mutter of words came to an end as she turn herself back into sleep, but only to jump back up from the sudden quick but loud scream from the tent the priestess were in.
Kinar was the first to awake in her sleep from the scream from her best friend since she was right there. She immediately sat up from bed to see two dark shaped figures in the dark of the tent. She screamed just right before a woosh of sandy like substance was sprayed all over her face.
"Mon, pick up them draenei. I be outside lookin fo whether or not we be in trouble." Kor quietly hurried the Demon hunter.
The troll decided and went outside the tent only to be met with a purple skinned huntress.
Without a second thought the troll immediately tried to spray her off with the powder, only for the night elf to duck below, avoiding the substance and to kick the rouge from his balance as she swept him off his feet, causing him to buckle to the ground.
The troll noticed the sound of rushing feet coming over to his location. His eyes were widened as the others were coming off from the tent towards him. He looked over to his companion to see him lifting off the draenei as he jumped off to the ground and avoid the next blow that the huntress tried to deliver.
Fylrae saw the troll flee in front of her as it jumped up over the other side of the tent. Her eyes were widened as she saw the familiar body of the draenei, slumped over the shoulder of someone else.
Her hands immediately went for the bow and and arrow. Her breath was heavy, her eyes were focused over moving target. Despite having to carry someone, it was fast, really fast, but not fast enough to avoid her arrow that she would release.
Yet it was only at the moment that light from the closeby torches revealing the figure that she suddenly stopped herself from releasing her projectile. Teal hair, the lines of his face, the scars of his skin. Those features that belong to the figure standing right there infront of her stopped her. Her eyes were no longer focused along with her weapon. The beat of her heart were stopped for a moment as she saw him. A once figment of her own delusion that he would still be alive come true.
"Lass, release it!" The dwarf screamed at frozen night elf.
She couldn't. Her arms felt weak as she watched the figure slowly run through the bushes. Her arms felt weak as she saw him disappear through the trees of the forest, carrying her recent companion. Her eyes were watered with tears as a fact came before her.
The others arrived just as the dwarf came beside the night elf while the shaman tended with the other priestess.
His face was lit up with disbelief as his breath came with a heavy pause. He stared at the night elf with widened eyes as he tried to speak. "Lass what have ye done…."