Authors note: Borin and Bazzil are supposed to have Scottish or Irish,
(dwarvish in this case), accents, they DO NOT have a speaking problem or
something like that.
The next morning, everyone was packed and ready to go. Taeowyn had gathered ten horses and set them up with saddles, among them was Tobyneth and Bereneth. Everybody tied there bags to their horse and mounted, but there were two horses without a rider. "Oh great, the dwarves are late again, typical!" Said Sylan. Right then, they heard a loud CROOOAK! Two fat, green bull frogs hopped into the courtyard.
"Go figures," said Titania and she pointed her staff towards them. Her sapphire glowed and the two frogs began to morph. First two fat butts ballooned from the end of the frog, then two chubby, little legs, arms and then two heads.
"Oy, I guess yeh were righ', Titania. Those girls wer'n't tha' int'rested 'n us at all. Oh yeah, an' thanks for turnin' us back." Said Borin.
"Anytime," Titania said as she rolled her eyes, "Now hurry up and get your things." She shot a zap of lightning from the end of her staff and it hit them in the butt. They hopped in the air and ran into the tower.
Ten minutes later the two dwarves cam out carrying their bags. Borin was wearing his regular dwarven armor and cloak. On his head he wore a shining, metal helm. His bag was hung over his shoulder and his axe and hammer were tucked into his belt. Bazzil wore a short, blue cloak and hood, and padded armor. On his back, his bag and long rifle hung. They tied their luggage onto their horses' back and Bazzil ran in for one more thing. He came back out with a bundle of mortar shells and a launcher. He tied that on the back of his horse and the two mounted.
"Ok, we're off!" Exclaimed Titania and the company set out. They passed under the archway and down the road. The party trotted down the stone road. On their left, the blacksmith stood, the noise of hammering could be heard and a small, red glow could be seen. Bazzils gyrocopter lay in a heap beside the blacksmith. They went further down the road and came into a town square, a fountain stood in the middle. Various buildings were around them, large archways, libraries, inns, the bath house, the altar of kings and many tall, elegant towers where the arcane sanctums of other sorceress' stood. Folk of the Pandemonium where walking about as well. Elven priests and sorceress' passed by, old, crotchety archmages, footmen, knights and peasants. The group went down some stairs and a few alleys and finally came out into a large court. Arches and pillars stood hi above their heads, and at the opposite end of the court, a large, beautiful door stood. The large walls of the Pandemonium surrounded the whole city except for this gate. It was open at the time. The party walked across the court and went through the gate. They came into an open land. Green grass grew on the ground and boreal trees stood tall and proud. The road forked in three directions; east, leading to the land of Theramore and the Library of Taer Paralvale; west, towards the Stone Talon mountains and then north to Kalimdor; and then south, which would lead them to the Barrens. The took the south road. It led into a forest area.
"Eh, Titania!" said Nazdhar. "Do you think we could make a stop in Durotar? I think Shehn, Tor and I would like to tell our people where we're going, you know, so they don't worry. And maybe we could stay a night or two, you can get a taste of the Hordes hospitality."
"We'll see, Nazdhar. It all depends on the route I decide to take." Titania replied.
As they proceeded, the landscape became wild and damp. The land was a little marshy and it began to rain. The sky darkened. The party walked in single file in this order, Titania, Taeowyn, Jonas, Nazdhar, Shehn, Tor, Shandris, Sylan, then Borin and Bazzil. A chill ran up Taeowyns spine. Jonas noticed this quickly and took off his cloak, trotted beside Taeowy and threw his cloak over Taeowyns shoulders. "What are you doing?" stammered Taeowyn.
"Well I noticed that you had a chill, and I thought that you might need an extra layer. Please accept my cloak."
"No, I'm not going to stay warm while you freeze! The later it is, the more cool it'll get. Keep your cloak as well as your brain!" Taeowyn took off the cloak and threw it back to Jonas. Jonas felt hurt and pulled his cloak back on. He pulled his hood over and bowed his head, trying to hide his embarrassment. Taeowyn felt a little bad for shooting Jonas down like that. She knew that he was just trying to flirt with her and show her that he was a gentlemen but she couldn't help getting hurt again. Several years ago, when she was an adept sorceress, she fell in love with another young sorcerer, Faragast. They were both part of the Kirin Tor of Dalaran. They trained in the same guild for many years. But when a new student came to Dalaran to train, he kept his eye on her. She proved to be a better sorceress than Taeowyn and eventually Faragast dumped her for the new girl. Taeowyn was so hurt that she left Dalaran and went to a small city of magic in Lordaeron. There she met Titania and there she dwelt. Then the rumor of a plaque swept across Lordaeron. She then was sent to war with the high sorceress Jaina Proudmoor and the prince Arthas of Lordaeron. After the Culling in Stratholme, Jaina withdrew her sorceress. Months later, Taeowyn heard of Arthas' betrayal and the fall of Dalaran. That meant that Faragast was dead, along with all her former friends and teachers. Then the time came to flee to the place she is now, Kalimdor, and here she has been ever since.
They continued down the forest path. Then they went into a wet forest with tall, dark trees. Here they stopped and made a fire. It grew to dusk and everyone set up camp. Titania sat alone a few meters from camp. She was thinking of their road. They could stop in Durotar at the city of Ogremar, there they can gather supplies because they'll most likely run low, or they could go with haste and get to the jungle, there they could also find supplies, but not as good quality.
She sat up. She walked over towards the fire and sat back down on a rock. "I think we will go to Ogremar. There Nazdhar, Shehn and Tor can say goodbye to there people. We can also gather supplies. Now everyone, time for bed. We're leaving at sunrise." She declared and she blew out the fire with just one huff of her lungs.
Everyone found a place to sleep whether it was up in a tree or in a ditch, they all slowly shut their eyes and fell asleep. Titania however, could not sleep. She left the campsite and wandered of into the woods. She found a small stream, running east, into the ocean. Small bubbles foamed on the top, and slowly floated down the current. Titania sat on a rock, holding her knees close to her. She put her chin on her knees and looked into the water. Then the water glowed with an eerie glare and Titania formed a tiny water elemental. It was the shape of a new born child, fast asleep in the cozy foam. It only lasted for a few minutes until it dissolved with the flow. Titania rolled over onto the ground, rapped herself in her cloak and fell asleep listening to the pleasant trickle of the stream.
The next morning, everyone was packed and ready to go. Taeowyn had gathered ten horses and set them up with saddles, among them was Tobyneth and Bereneth. Everybody tied there bags to their horse and mounted, but there were two horses without a rider. "Oh great, the dwarves are late again, typical!" Said Sylan. Right then, they heard a loud CROOOAK! Two fat, green bull frogs hopped into the courtyard.
"Go figures," said Titania and she pointed her staff towards them. Her sapphire glowed and the two frogs began to morph. First two fat butts ballooned from the end of the frog, then two chubby, little legs, arms and then two heads.
"Oy, I guess yeh were righ', Titania. Those girls wer'n't tha' int'rested 'n us at all. Oh yeah, an' thanks for turnin' us back." Said Borin.
"Anytime," Titania said as she rolled her eyes, "Now hurry up and get your things." She shot a zap of lightning from the end of her staff and it hit them in the butt. They hopped in the air and ran into the tower.
Ten minutes later the two dwarves cam out carrying their bags. Borin was wearing his regular dwarven armor and cloak. On his head he wore a shining, metal helm. His bag was hung over his shoulder and his axe and hammer were tucked into his belt. Bazzil wore a short, blue cloak and hood, and padded armor. On his back, his bag and long rifle hung. They tied their luggage onto their horses' back and Bazzil ran in for one more thing. He came back out with a bundle of mortar shells and a launcher. He tied that on the back of his horse and the two mounted.
"Ok, we're off!" Exclaimed Titania and the company set out. They passed under the archway and down the road. The party trotted down the stone road. On their left, the blacksmith stood, the noise of hammering could be heard and a small, red glow could be seen. Bazzils gyrocopter lay in a heap beside the blacksmith. They went further down the road and came into a town square, a fountain stood in the middle. Various buildings were around them, large archways, libraries, inns, the bath house, the altar of kings and many tall, elegant towers where the arcane sanctums of other sorceress' stood. Folk of the Pandemonium where walking about as well. Elven priests and sorceress' passed by, old, crotchety archmages, footmen, knights and peasants. The group went down some stairs and a few alleys and finally came out into a large court. Arches and pillars stood hi above their heads, and at the opposite end of the court, a large, beautiful door stood. The large walls of the Pandemonium surrounded the whole city except for this gate. It was open at the time. The party walked across the court and went through the gate. They came into an open land. Green grass grew on the ground and boreal trees stood tall and proud. The road forked in three directions; east, leading to the land of Theramore and the Library of Taer Paralvale; west, towards the Stone Talon mountains and then north to Kalimdor; and then south, which would lead them to the Barrens. The took the south road. It led into a forest area.
"Eh, Titania!" said Nazdhar. "Do you think we could make a stop in Durotar? I think Shehn, Tor and I would like to tell our people where we're going, you know, so they don't worry. And maybe we could stay a night or two, you can get a taste of the Hordes hospitality."
"We'll see, Nazdhar. It all depends on the route I decide to take." Titania replied.
As they proceeded, the landscape became wild and damp. The land was a little marshy and it began to rain. The sky darkened. The party walked in single file in this order, Titania, Taeowyn, Jonas, Nazdhar, Shehn, Tor, Shandris, Sylan, then Borin and Bazzil. A chill ran up Taeowyns spine. Jonas noticed this quickly and took off his cloak, trotted beside Taeowy and threw his cloak over Taeowyns shoulders. "What are you doing?" stammered Taeowyn.
"Well I noticed that you had a chill, and I thought that you might need an extra layer. Please accept my cloak."
"No, I'm not going to stay warm while you freeze! The later it is, the more cool it'll get. Keep your cloak as well as your brain!" Taeowyn took off the cloak and threw it back to Jonas. Jonas felt hurt and pulled his cloak back on. He pulled his hood over and bowed his head, trying to hide his embarrassment. Taeowyn felt a little bad for shooting Jonas down like that. She knew that he was just trying to flirt with her and show her that he was a gentlemen but she couldn't help getting hurt again. Several years ago, when she was an adept sorceress, she fell in love with another young sorcerer, Faragast. They were both part of the Kirin Tor of Dalaran. They trained in the same guild for many years. But when a new student came to Dalaran to train, he kept his eye on her. She proved to be a better sorceress than Taeowyn and eventually Faragast dumped her for the new girl. Taeowyn was so hurt that she left Dalaran and went to a small city of magic in Lordaeron. There she met Titania and there she dwelt. Then the rumor of a plaque swept across Lordaeron. She then was sent to war with the high sorceress Jaina Proudmoor and the prince Arthas of Lordaeron. After the Culling in Stratholme, Jaina withdrew her sorceress. Months later, Taeowyn heard of Arthas' betrayal and the fall of Dalaran. That meant that Faragast was dead, along with all her former friends and teachers. Then the time came to flee to the place she is now, Kalimdor, and here she has been ever since.
They continued down the forest path. Then they went into a wet forest with tall, dark trees. Here they stopped and made a fire. It grew to dusk and everyone set up camp. Titania sat alone a few meters from camp. She was thinking of their road. They could stop in Durotar at the city of Ogremar, there they can gather supplies because they'll most likely run low, or they could go with haste and get to the jungle, there they could also find supplies, but not as good quality.
She sat up. She walked over towards the fire and sat back down on a rock. "I think we will go to Ogremar. There Nazdhar, Shehn and Tor can say goodbye to there people. We can also gather supplies. Now everyone, time for bed. We're leaving at sunrise." She declared and she blew out the fire with just one huff of her lungs.
Everyone found a place to sleep whether it was up in a tree or in a ditch, they all slowly shut their eyes and fell asleep. Titania however, could not sleep. She left the campsite and wandered of into the woods. She found a small stream, running east, into the ocean. Small bubbles foamed on the top, and slowly floated down the current. Titania sat on a rock, holding her knees close to her. She put her chin on her knees and looked into the water. Then the water glowed with an eerie glare and Titania formed a tiny water elemental. It was the shape of a new born child, fast asleep in the cozy foam. It only lasted for a few minutes until it dissolved with the flow. Titania rolled over onto the ground, rapped herself in her cloak and fell asleep listening to the pleasant trickle of the stream.
