I realize now that in the beginning of the story i messed up on some locations. The horde camp was just off the coast of booty bay. The ashenvale forest has nothing to do with where they are. I will fix this as soon as possible. as far as the story goes, the characters marine, crimean kanex and zenise are my characters in WoW. otherwise the other characters and places are all from the WoW game which belongs to blizzard and not myself. This part of the story switches to a new character and we find out how she helps in this story later on. Thank you for reading and send some feedback:D enjoy
The air smelled sweet, like honey. The thick armoa swirelled around Crimean's head. She layed in her cot breathing heavily as flies flew around her head. She thoughto of how badly she wanted to leave this place. She turned her head and stared at the door. It was her exit yet it was blocked by an invisible barrier. She heard footsteps hastily walking towards the door. She knew she had to leave soon, and she so badly wanted to leave, but not this way. All of a sudden the sweet smelling air was filled with the putrid stench of death and hatred.
"We are to leave soon miss. Gear up, and I will be down in the stables waiting for you."
Crimean watched as the man left the room and the sweet smelling are returned. It made her mouth water in hunger. She rose slowly and walked towards her mirror. When she looked in the mirror she did not see herself but a warrior staring back. This women stoof tall and proud, in worn leather and mail armor. Her breast plate bore the mark of a long sword engraved in a native language and an axe crossing over the sword with a blood stained tip. Her muscles were very well defined. Sweat ran down her face as she worried about the task ahead of her. She shook her head and reached down and grabbed her sword. She held it in both hands and looked at the fineness of the craftmenship put into this sword. She slowly slid the sword into its scabbard and started walking towards the door. Before she left, she reached down to a small round table and picked up her blood soaked dagger. She thought og how many times this small weapon has saved her life, and slid it into her belt, hidden from view.
As she reached the bottom of the stairsm the strong stench of filth knocked her back a few steps. She shook her head and kept walking towards the stables. When she opened the door she saw the man standing there impatiently holding the bridles to the kodo beasts.
"Have you heard from Zenise?"
"Not yet mistress."
"Then why are we leaving now?"
"To secure the shore lines." he grunted.
She sighed and nodded her agreement. "We best be off then."
"Crimean, what are you afraid of? You're one of the best warriors of the Barrens."
Crimean stood silently with her back to him. "It's mistress to you, you piece of filth."
"Sorry mistress..."
"I am afraid of nothing. I am a warrior." After stating this she stood facing her kodo. She smiled as she looked into the eyes ofthe large beast. "Strenght and honor to you Marine. May the spirits guide you safely home." she whispered.
