(This is my first attempt at a fan fiction. In all honesty I'm not expecting to get any reviews, or for it to be a hit. This is posted and dedicated solely to the real GCB on the Twisting Nether server for WoW. Their characters and several of my own are included in this story. I'd like to thank them for all of their work and dedication to the guild: this is my gift to you guys. If you are not a member and just a reader, I do hope you enjoy it, though don't feel obligated to review it. I won't take offense. Of course, any NPC's, places, and creatures found in game are credited to Blizzard. -Lozordo)
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Flight of The Gryphonclaw Brigade
Part 1: The Return Home
There was a thick, silent chill in the air when he entered Duskwood. The canopy of trees blocked out most of the light from the mid day sun. Cobwebs from the giant spiders in the area clung to the trees, some of them shuddering from the frantic moments of their recent snags. He walked deeper into the forest; even in the low light he still kept the hood of his cloak over his face. In the still forest, there was no noise save for the mail shirt he wore clinking with his movements. The sound seemed deafening in the area. Traveling down this road a ways, he turned around the bend and the mouth of the forest opening disappeared darkening the trail in front of him even further. It was there he stopped in the road. Though the feeling was there before entering the woods, it was now tenfold here. The ominous feeling...he was being watched.
Then he saw it...it was unmistakable and stood out in the darkness, a set of red glowing eyes...then another...and another. He calmly set his travelers sack and crossbow he had slung over his shoulder down at his feet, and his hand went to the hilt of the large sword strapped to his back. One by one, the Worgens lumbered onto the road. The twelve of them surrounded him, gnashing their teeth at their prey.
"Well...come on," he said after a moment "let's get on with it...or are you waiting for me to die of old age to make it easier on you?"
In a flash his sword was drawn as one of the worgens leapt at him from his right. It was immediately intercepted by his sweeping blade cutting the beast down in mid air. Without pausing, he then lunged at the next one closest to him, drawing a diagonal wound across its chest erupting in a spray of blood. The creature cried in agony as it fell and the two worgen on his sides leapt at him, both meeting the other unfortunate worgen head on as he ducked out of the way. The two creatures stood there dazed for a split second too long, they could only just notice the blade of his sword as it rushed in, ending the both of them.
The eight remaining, gathering themselves after the initial shock of how quickly this man reacted, charged at him. He stood strong unmoved cutting one down with one swing and another with a second. However he could not hold off six simultaneous attacks. One that managed to overpower him when he was off balanced from his last attack tackled him to the ground; there would be no room for him to swing his large sword. But he was ready; faster than the beast could blink his hands immediately went to a sword on his belt. Drawing it and embedding it into the creature's heart, he used the momentum of the fall to catapult the dying creature over him and roll to his feet, drawing a second sword with his other hand. He leapt at the remaining creatures, taking two more of them down with two separate sword thrusts. Before he could turn to the other three worgen, two of them fell forward, arrows embedded in their backs. The one remaining was cut open from behind by a man dressed all in black, except for the blue alliance tabard draped over his body.
"That was amazing!" exclaimed the man, "you cut down nine worgen all on your own!"
"They had it coming...they were making me wait." He replied.
"Imagine that..." the man went on composing himself, fixing his long black hair back behind his ears and out of his face. "A boy like you fighting with such ferocity."
He silently stared.
"...Oh I'm sorry, where are my manners?" said the man, extending his hand. "My name is Jeserence Claflin."
"...Lozordo..." He said, not even noticing the extended hand as he sheathed his swords, took up his sack and crossbow, and pulled his hood back over his face covering his shaggy brown hair and hiding his blue eyes.
"Lozordo..." replied Jeserence urging him to continue.
Lozordo just calmly walked past him and the Alliance soldiers that were gathering their arrows and moving the bodies off the path.
"WAIT!" Shouted Jeserence rushing in front of him immeasurably quick. "We could really use your fighting skills in the battle for Warsong Gulch. The Alliance is mustering to siege the Warsong lumber mill to halt the Horde deforestation in Ashenvale."
"...I'll pass..." replied Lozordo, brushing past him.
"Where in the hell are you going?"
"I'm going home..." Lozordo replied continuing down the road, not even looking back at the surprised rogue.
