PsykoReaper: Me and Dark Angel go to Booty Bay every Saturday, just so we can pretend to get stone-faced fuckin' drunk!
Dark Angel: Yeah, PsykoReaper's character would hit on parrots while I danced in my underwear in front of female NPCs!
PsykoReaper: I would diss that sea giant at Janeiro's Point and Dark Angel would try to gank players of a higher level than him!
Dark Angel and PsykoReaper: And we would both strip for Night Elf women, whether they want to or not! HAHAHAHAHAHA...heeeeh...
PsykoReaper: Also there will be a scene that would be semi-pleasing to your perverted minds, but I don't write like, "Oh yeah, baby, that feels good," or write what they are doing, like thrusting, moaning, or hand gestures, I just leave you to imagine the whole thing...sometimes...
Dark Angel: Stop, we get it!
PsykoReaper: Also, since this be an Alternate Universe, which in my opinion, every fanfic is set in an alt, so we decided that we will make it that SOME dungeons before WotLK have not been touched, like Ahn'Qiraj, Zul'Aman, and shit...also, WotLK doesn't come for a few years in this universe... so...yeah...
When Soril woke from his slumber, he was nearly blinded by a yellow light. He looked to see the rising sun behind them, over the Great Sea.
He looked to see he was still in the boat, with Thalaa still sleeping and Beez rowing the boat towards Booty Bay, the pirate port town of great reputation and danger.
Soril looked to see Janeiro's Point, the rock with the statue of a goblin on it; behind it he heard a loud growl.
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As the boat swished across the water, a deep creature watched them. This deep creature was one of the Naga, a myrmidon, a part of an exploration squad stationed in Nek'mani Wellspring.
It saw a gleam of magical energy emanating from the boat, it then swam far from it, to tell others of it's kind of what it has found out in Booty Bay...
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When Beez pulled into the dock's ladder, they saw a familiar troll smiling down at them.
"Show-off!" growled Beez.
"When did you get here?" asked Soril, still tired.
"An hour ago, you be all slow!" laughed Gi'Thorr.
"How did you get here so fast?" asked Soril.
"I walked, mon," said Gi'Thorr. Soril then shook Thalaa's shoulder.
"Huh, what time is it?" asked Thalaa.
"We're here," said Soril. She looked up and saw ships and harbors. She got up and walked up the ladder, followed by Soril and Beez.
"This...is Booty Bay?" asked Thalaa.
"Yep, born and raised here, the greatest place to live!" laughed Beez.
"So, Gi'Thorr, where do we go from here?" asked Soril.
"The Salty Sailor Tavern of course, mon!" said Gi'Thorr.
"We are going there, even though you are here?" asked Thalaa.
"Yeah, mon, why, ever been to a tavern before?" asked Gi'Thorr.
"Well, no, we haven't," said Thalaa.
"Good, mon, then it be your time to be in one!" laughed Gi'Thorr.
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They followed the troll to a large tavern, the Salty Sailor Tavern. They entered it and found a multitude of races in the tavern, men, orcs, goblins, elves, both night and blood, tauren, a table with trolls of almost all kinds, an ogre in the back, and three gnolls at the end of the bar.
The four walked to the bar, where the bartender, Nixxrax Fillamug, was, filling races bellies with drinks and bread.
"Hello, mon, four pints of mead if ya got em'!" laughed Gi'Thorr.
"Sure thing, Gi'Thorr, and don't forget to pay this time!" laughed Nixxrax.
"Hey, have I ever stiffed ya before?" asked Gi'Thorr with a laugh.
"Once or twice, but I'll only hold it against you after three times," said Nixxrax.
"Alright, I'll pay ya for da last times, how much, mon?" asked Gi'Thorr.
"Five gold," said Nixxrax.
"Five gold, that be insane!" laughed Gi'Thorr.
"What can I say, I am a goblin!" taunted Nixxrax.
"Whatever, mon, no skin offa my bones, heheha," laughed Gi'Thorr, he then reached his hand in his pocket and pulled out eight gold coins.
"Eight?" asked Nixxrax. "Well, for any future drinks, mon, even though a flagon of mead costs 15 silver coins," laughed Gi'Thorr.
"Alright, good friend, you will have your four meads, but are you sure the young ones should drink mead, they might pass out just by the stench of it!" laughed Nixxrax.
"Don't worry, Nixxrax, I'm sure these kids can handle it!" laughed Beez.
"Alright, four meads, comin' up!" laughed Nixxrax.
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Soril and Thalaa just sat at the bar, letting their drinks set as Gi'Thorr and Beez were interacting with almost everyone in a positive light.
Soril looked over and saw the three gnolls glaring at him, he looked away quickly.
He heard a voice, call out for him. He looked at the gem, taking it out of his pocket, thinking it was Anveena, but it was not.
It then grew louder. It then grew louder and more darker. It then grew darker, and darker. Then someone grabbed his hand, he looked to see it was Gi'Thorr.
"Put that away, mon, we do not want to attract unwanted attention," said Gi'Thorr.
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Soril then felt a large weight slightly tap his shoulder. He looked to see the large ogre from the back.
"Me want pretty rock, me will break you in half if you be stupid and not give me pretty rock!" growled the ogre.
Gi'Thorr stepped in front of the ogre. "How about you speak to me, tubby!" taunted Gi'Thorr.
"I said, me want pretty rock or I smash face against rock!" growled the ogre.
"Oh yeah, you and who's army, mon?" asked Gi'Thorr.
Then, the three gnolls stepped next to the ogre, ready to fight for their ogre boss. "Wow, I didn't know an ogre can be such a pansy by letting his gnolls do the talkin'?" taunted Beez.
"You small green man, you shut your mouth, or I rip it off!" growled the ogre.
Gi'Thorr jumped over the ogre and did a spinning kick to incapacitate all the gnolls. The ogre was about to swat at Gi'Thorr, but was hit in the head with a frying pan. Before the ogre fell to the ground, he looked to see Thalaa holding the frying pan.
Everyone cheered when this happened, then from the stairs came down Baron Revilgaz, a goblin, and Fleet Master Seahorn, a tauren.
"Haha, Gi'Thorr, you are such a great fighter, that ogre and his gnoll lackeys have been causing trouble, not many of our men had any luck on dispatching those ruffians," said Revilgaz.
"Why thank ya, Baron, but I maybe the one who took care of all the gnolls, but my night elf friend be the one who took down the ogre!" laughed Gi'Thorr.
"Really, then thank you very much, elf!" thanked Revilgaz.
"Oh, don't mention it," said Thalaa.
"Well, to celebrate your victory, and your lady friend's, everything is on the house for tonight, I want you to keep on coming here, Gi'Thorr, you being here brings us more of a reputation, demon hunter!" laughed Revilgaz.
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"Mate, I have a question," said Nekon.
"Yes, 'mate'?" asked Sulfian.
"You drop sweat, you blush, yet you are silent, with only huffs of breath," said Nekon.
In the swamps of the Wetlands, in a cloth sleeping bag, the two human-looking dragons mated in it.
"Why should I give you the pleasure of feeling fulfillment in humiliating me sexually as 'your' sweat drops from me?" asked Sulfian.
"Well, you can always fake," hissed Nekon.
"I don't want to give you the fulfillment, and why do you insist on a human form, are you a human-philiac?" taunted Sulfian.
Nekon stopped, glaring at his mate
"What's the matter, did I hit a button?" asked Sulfian, continuing to taunt him.
Nekon then grabbed Sulfian's throat and squeezed hard.
She was surprised by this, it had happened to her before, but not this easy.
"Listen to me, bitch, I am a son of Deathwing, of Deathwing, you here, and you will show me respect, so if it will not be for real, then at least fake it, wench!" growled Nekon, he then let go and softly brushed his hand across her face.
"What is your opinion now, mate, because I do have lustful feelings for you, and if you don't want to-" said Nekon, with his hand near her throat again.
"I...I want you in me, Nekronion, I wish you to defile me, use me for anything you want..." said Sulfian quickly, with a hint of fear in her voice.
"Very good," hissed Nekon. Her acting rang through the night, she was afraid of death, and a son of death can swiftly bring it, so she acted, to save her own cowardly skin. It seems she talks tough when he is not around, but is a fearful lizard when he shows his anger.
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After an hour of hours of bar fun, the two then started drinking, but only drank Thunder Ale.
Soril looked at the bar table, feeling drunk. He got outside and decided to get some air. He looked at the night sky, remembering the time Thanos taught him how to fish, it was a long time ago, after his father left, and after his mother died.
He then heard the dark whisper again, calling his name.
He shook his head, effectively destroying the whisper.
"Hey..." slurred a female voice, he looked to see a drunk Thalaa.
"Oh, hey...Thalaa," said Soril, almost forgetting her name.
"Why are yous bein' out...here, we we havin' fun in here, join in!" slurred Thalaa.
"No...I don't...feel like it tonight, Thalaa, I keep hearin' weird and shcary shtuff," slurred Soril.
"Aw, come on, Shoril, you okay, now, kiss me!" swooned and slurred Thalaa as she fell in Soril's arms, she then started to laugh.
"Thalaa, you-you're drunk, it wouldn't be right if I slept wit' you while you drunk...hic," slurred Soril.
"N-No, I want to, thish ish what I...really, really, really want, I want to be with you, Soril, physically!" slurred Thalaa.
"Agh, no, I can't, you will beat me up if I do," slurred Soril.
"I promishe I won't," slurred Thalaa.
"No, no, no, maybe another night," slurred Soril as he dragged her to the upstairs of the tavern.
"Hey, Shoril, you gonna stick the gnome in Gadgetzan?" joked Beez, everyone laughed. "Nah...no, I don't do thing like dat, me no rapy man, gah, I drunk!" groaned Soril, he then crouched down and vomited on the stairway.
"Clean up on aisle poke!" laughed Beez.
Gi'Thorr jumped across the room and helped Soril to his feet. "I be thinkin' you had enough, heheha!" laughed Gi'Thorr.
"No, me only had...four...five..." slurred Soril.
"Yeah, yeah, big mistake takin' you here, mon, you two can't hold ya liquor," snickered Gi'Thorr.
"He won't bed with me cause he thinks I be ug...huh?" slurred Thalaa.
"Nah, because he got good heart!" laughed Gi'Thorr.
He then plopped them on separate beds. "Now, sleep, and me an' Beez will be up here to bed...an' if ya here noises, just don't listen," laughed Gi'Thorr.
"Hey, hey, why you no drunk?" asked Thalaa, laughing as she said it.
"I be drunk, just not smashed like you two," said Gi'Thorr,
"Now, go to beddy-by, now, and if I find you two connected, I will throw you across the waters and land you in Ashenvale!" threatened Gi'Thorr.
"Oh...you wanna?" asked Thalaa, talking about sleeping with Gi'Thorr.
"No thanks, I prefer troll women!" laughed Gi'Thorr; he then left to join the party.
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As the night glistened from the waters of the cove, four Naga Myrmidons rose from the ocean. Then, six more came, then seven, then twelve, it was a squad, to take down Booty Bay.
They climbed up on the ladder and slithered across the docks, killing all the guards silently. They made their way through the bay, a man on the bell tower saw all this...
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Meanwhile, Beez was sitting on a bar stool, with two beautiful blood elves beside him, drunk as he is.
"So, there I was, two dragons, both from the Black Dragonflight, lookin' at me in the eye, ready to tear me to pieces just by chewing on me, and I said, 'Hey, if you wanna tangle wit me, then you bettah make shure that I am no pished, or I be makin' you crap your pants!' and they were not fazed, by da way!" slurred Beez.
"By Silvermoon, what did you do?" asked the drunken blood elf as Beez rubbed her and her companion's shoulders.
"Oh, I pulled out mah magically imbued rifle and shot them both in the head, but, then, out of the blue, a powerful son of Deathwing appeared, and I jumped on his back and stabbed him in the back of the neck, killin' the sucker!" laughed Beez.
"Wow, you are, by no doubt, the most powerful goblin...ever!" slurred a drunk blood elf.
"Yeah, an'...maybe, me and mah friend, Gi'Thorr, will be showin' you the best of times!" laughed Beez.
"Oh, that would be amazing, a goblin of your talent, must have...other talents," giggled a blood elf.
"You better believe it, and mah friend Gi'Thorr, maybe a good fighter, but he is adequate in the acts of love-makin'!" laughed Beez.
"What you be talkin' about, goblin, I stopped a crazed druid with my lower parts alone!" laughed Gi'Thorr.
"Yeah, but she was a gnome!" yelled Beez.
"Where in the wide world of Azeroth 'ave you 'eard of a gnome druid?" asked Gi'Thorr.
"Today!" growled Beez.
"Also, it be a Tauren druid, not a gnome, tauren!" said Gi'Thorr.
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They then heard a bell ring, a large one. "What is that?" asked one of the blood elves.
"It's a bell...the Bay Bell, it tells us when enemy is attacking," said Beez, dead serious.
"Beez, you are scarin' us!" groaned a blood elf.
Then, the door busted open and a Naga Mymdrion came through. Everyone ran and screamed, except for Gi'Thorr, Beez, and a few warriors.
Then, three more came in. "Go find the source, we will deal with the drunk fools!" hissed a Naga.
It then tried to get up the stairs, but Gi'Thorr jumped in the way. The naga then jumped at Gi'Thorr, grabbing him and sending him down the stairs with him.
They wrestled as the other went upstairs to get the source as two more entered the tavern. Beez jumped and grabbed on a naga's neck and started to stab it with a salad fork, it swishing and moving erratically, trying to get the goblin off, the others fought the warriors, as Gi'Thorr wrestled with the one naga.
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The naga busted through the door with Thalaa and Soril waking up, half-drunk. "A...naga!" gasped Thalaa.
"Pitiful night elf!" growled the naga.
It then saw the gem on the tabletop; it then grabbed it and turned around. "No, let go of her!" yelled Soril.
He then jumped on its back and tried to make it let go, the naga then grabbed Soril and slammed him at the wall, roaring at his face.
A large sound was made, and the naga fell to the floor, dead. Soril looked to see Baron Revilgaz, holding a rifle.
"Come on, boy, we got fish-people to kill, and I hope that sobered you up!" growled Revilgaz.
Both Soril and Thalaa ran down the stairs, but Soril first grabbed the gem from the dead naga's hand.
They saw the four nagas, dead and bleeding on the ground. "Glad you be makin' it!" laughed Gi'Thorr, as he let go of the dead naga's bleeding throat with his left hand, and holding a bloody skinning knife in his right.
"What were those?" asked Soril.
"They were naga, but why are they attacking Booty Bay?" asked Thalaa.
"I don't know, but they will prepare to expect a battle from the pirates of Booty Bay, everyone, you have just been drafted!" yelled Baron Revilgaz.
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The bar patrons ran out and saw the naga force, forty, maybe fifty, but they were still full of courage. The battle was ferocious, Horde and Alliance fighting against the Naga Legion.
The green blood of the scaly beasts stained the wood, along with a small amount of the blood of the other races.
As the battle raged, Soril tried to run away from the battle, he only had experience for the weak, like gnolls and kobolds; he wouldn't give to fight them again. He was then cut off from the exit by a female naga, holding a large halberd.
"Where are you going, land-dweller, away from the fun?" asked the naga. Soril drew his sword and pointed it at her in a inexperienced fashion.
"Who are you, and what do you want!?" barked Soril, trying to sound like his late mentor.
"You hold the sword like a novice, you cannot be the one we are looking for, but the energy comes from you, maybe it's something you are holding," hissed the naga.
"Your name, now!" barked Soril.
"Impudent human, my name is Hashara Vilescale, the leader of this band of naga, and you will not speak to me in that tone!" she hissed.
"Now, why are you here?" barked Soril.
"I will, if you stop barking at me like a dog!" hissed Hashara.
"Fine, why?" asked Soril.
"I am here for you or whatever you are carrying that is making you give out magical energy!" hissed Hashara.
"You'll try!" yelled Soril, he then ran at the naga.
She moved behind him, and he tripped on her tail, making him fall on his face on the wood. He got on his back and was faced with Hashara's halberd.
"Human, you will come with us, and you will beg for mercy before we torture you," hissed Hashara.
Soril grabbed the gem out of his pocket and pointed it at Hashara. "I see the Mana from the gem, it radiates a great power, and I want it!" hissed Hashara.
It then glowed more greatly, it then released a yellow beam at Hashara. She was screaming as the beam tore away her scales and skin and muscle matter and so on, until she was nothing.
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Soon after, the naga were driven back, possibly because their leader was destroyed by a mere boy, but they fled.
"We have won, citizens of Booty Bay, may those scaled sons of bitches cry and suckle on a male ogre's teat!" laughed Revilgaz.
Everyone cheered at the insult (except a male ogre, who frowned at the taunt). Soril ran and saw Thalaa.
"Fasthand, where were you?" asked Thalaa.
"I defeated their leader," said Soril.
"Please, a scared human woman like you cannot defeat a naga at all, they are invincible!" laughed Thalaa.
"For a minute, you wished to mate with me, what happened?" asked Soril.
"Quiet, you bastard!" hissed Thalaa.
"Listen, the gem saved my life, it incinerated her in a beam of light," said Soril.
"Really, that goblin was right, it did have powers," gasped Thalaa.
Soril then heard the same dark whisper again, and found out, that it was not the naga that he thought a little bit ago...
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Sulfian sat near the fire, using a blanket to cover her human naked body. "That...was a pitiful display," hissed Pyrokon, who appeared behind her.
"Shut up," whispered Sulfian.
"I always thought you were a cold-hearted sadistic dragoness, but after watching you quiver in fear before your lover, I wonder, how tough are you?" asked Pyrokon.
"SHUT UP!!!" screamed Sulfian, glaring at Pyrokon.
"How about you keep your voice down, your 'mate' will hear you, even though he is patrolling Dun Moragh, and what do you think will happen if he finds out about 'us'?" asked Pyrokon.
Sulfian opened her mouth to say something, but she looked at the fire and blushed.
"It is you I love, Pyrokon, not him, you, and I would greater bare your children than his, but my family wants me to marry him, and I respect my family, and I cannot disappoint them," said Sulfian.
"It is hard to appease them if you bear the whelps of another dragon," said Pyrokon.
"I am professing my love for you, and you make sarcastic banter?" hissed Sulfian.
"I am sorry, but it is my draconic nature to speak in such a matter," said Pyrokon.
"And...he won't be back until...the morning," said Sulfian, turning around, revealing her human form's breasts.
"I thought...we were going to hold off...on the adultery?" asked Pyrokon.
"I don't want to," hissed Sulfian, "Take it...or leave it!"
Pyrokon smiled with his rough orc face, he then walked to his master's mate.
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As Soril and Thalaa slept in their respective beds, and while Gi'Thorr and Beez were fulfilling their lustful dreams with the two blood elves, who wanted to further congratulate them, something they would not due if they were not so smashed, the gem started to glow.
"Silvermoon...is...in...trouble..." let out the gem.
PsykoReaper: Whatever fanfic I write, it has elements of a soup opera, hate to see what will happen if Nekronion finds out...
Dark Angel: Black Dragon dogfight, that's what, and whatever happened to Kalec?
PsykoReaper: We'll see!