PsykoReaper: I always wondered what it would be like if the Confederacy won the war, it would be an awful place…
Dark Angel: I think they have a mockumentary about it.
PsykoReaper: I've heard about it on IFC, thinkin; about watchin' it to see what it was like…
Dark Angel: You walked out of the theatre of Milk because you were hurt by all the negativity of the straight people, ya dumb scot!
PsykoReaper: I ain't scot, I am a bloody Irishman! You are a frickin' frog! Besides, I heard it was suppose to be a MOCKumentary…
Dark Angel: I agree with that, shouldn't we get back to the show?
PsykoReaper: …Agreed…
P.S. Also, there might be areas NOT in WarCraft, just to make it look more like undefined area and shit…
At the dark night of Stranglethorn Vale, Corbeth continued to watch them as they made their way down the road. He studied them like as if they were a powerful test. He cared not for his master, what he wished in life was to kill; he would have made a good soldier if he stayed with the Scourge or the Forsaken, either one he would have been revered…
"Agh, I need to rest!" groaned Soril.
"I agree, we have been walking for a while," said Anveena.
"Ha, you guys are weak, I have walked through the Silithus Desert with only a bottle of hot sauce and a bag of salt," said Beez.
"Isn't Silithus full of salt?" asked Thalaa.
"No, that's the Shimmering Flats of the Thousand Needles, learn your geology," said Beez.
"The kids be right, mon, we've never stopped for a while, I think it be alright to stop to take a rest," said Gi'Thorr.
"No, not until the right area, we stop at the bad area, we won't get anything right!" growled Beez.
They then saw a rocky area full of steam, surrounded by rocks.
"Is that…hot springs?" asked Soril.
"I didn't know hot springs go around here," said Thalaa.
"Well, I say that is a good place to go, who wants to go co-ed?" asked Beez.
"Uh-uh, we are finding separate hot springs, I don't feel safe around you males," said Thalaa.
"Glurble-glable-globle!" yelled Glurble.
"Question, why is this small creepy fish still with us?" asked Beez.
"I like him, he's kinda cute," said Thalaa.
"Cute!? That thing!?" yelled Beez.
"I agree, despite it's creepy appearance, it radiates a cute aura," said Anveena.
"Who knew the stone was a poet!" groaned Beez.
"It didn't rhyme," said Soril.
"Poems don't have to rhyme!" yelled Beez.
"Or do they?" asked Gi'Thorr.
"Shut up, you stupid troll!" yelled Beez.
"Besides, it's getting' dark, we rest there and we go at the mornin'," said Gi'Thorr.
Soril, Beez, and Gi'Thorr relaxed in the hot springs, the warm water feeling good on their skin.
"Aaaaaaaah, this…is…the life!" sighed Beez.
"Yeah, never been in a hot spring," said Soril.
"Well, now you have been in one, mon," said Gi'Thorr, "And trust me, after you bath in these waters, mon, it feels like you were just born!"
"My only regret is that we don't get to bath in the same waters as those pretty vixens!" hissed Beez.
"And bath with that murloc as well?" asked Soril.
"I'll take you guys over a bath with women and a murloc," said Gi'Thorr.
"I don't care about the murloc, just the girls," said Beez.
"What is with you and girls, Beez?" asked Soril.
"Why are you arguing, Thalaa told me all about the waterfall incident, Soril Fasthand!" taunted Beez.
"Shut up, big nose!" growled Soril, Beez then spat water at his eye, "Ah!"
"You can put your hand at any velocity, it won't change the truth," said Beez.
"You actually did that?" asked Gi'Thorr.
"I don't want to talk about it," groaned Soril.
"Yeah, yeah, mon, whatever!" chuckled Gi'Thorr.
As the two women undressed while the murloc was swimming in the waters, a certain tauren was watching them from binoculars from atop a rock.
"Come on, Steesh, give me the binoculars!" hissed Nived as he hid behind the rock while on top of another rock.
"Uh-uh," said Steesh.
"They are my binoculars!" hissed Nived.
"Who was the one who bought them, me!" said Steesh, "Nice pair…"
"Excuse me?" asked Nived.
"I was talkin' about the Night Elf," said Steesh.
Misha walked to Steesh's side and pulled out his eye, and held it out, to get a better look.
"That's just gross!" groaned Steesh.
"I'm my own binocular," said Misha, "What a cute rear…"
"I hear that!" giggled Steesh.
"You have hogged those binoculars enough, gimme!" hissed Nived.
When he looked, they were already in the water. "I hate both of you!" hissed Nived.
"So, who is this Kalec?" asked Thalaa.
"He was my bodyguard, and my closest friend," said Anveena.
"What race is he?" asked Thalaa.
"Um, Half-Elf," lied Anveena.
"Hm, I see, I can see why you are worried about him, I would be worried if my friend Soril was missing," said Thalaa.
"Does he matter that much to you?" asked Anveena.
"Yes, but I haven't told him how much I value his friendship, I usually tease him, but I am sure he knows that I like to play around," said Thalaa.
"I am sure as well, he seems to be the strong type," said Anveena.
"Him?" asked Thalaa, almost laughing.
"Well, he may not show it, but he has a great heart, I felt it when I was connected with him by the gem, he would give his life to protect all he loves," said Anveena.
"I believe he has a great heart, but I think his ambition is missing," said Thalaa.
"That is true, but I am sure he will find it someday," said Anveena.
"True…where do you think Kalec is?" asked Thalaa, trying to change the subject.
"I am sure he's alright, he always was when we traveled together, and he always had a plan…"
In the deeps of a hot and smoldering dungeon, Kalecgos was hit by fel magic, hurting him, chained to the ground, making him roar in pain. The orc warlocks used their most powerful spells to torture the dragon as Nekon hid in the back, with his hands behind his back and sporting a wicked smile.
"That is enough, let us see what he knows," hissed Nekon.
The orc warlocks stopped and the dragon Kalecgos wheezed in pain.
"Now, Kalecgos, where is the Sunwell?" asked Nekon.
"I wouldn't tell you even if I knew!" roared Kalecgos.
"Very well," said Nekon, he then stepped to the orcs' level, "Again, and put a little heart in it!"
The orc warlocks once again used the spells at Kalecgos, causing him pain. Nefarian's human form, Lord Victor Nefarius, walked into the room.
"How is the interrogation?" asked Victor.
"He claims to no nothing about the Sunwell Avatar," said Nekon.
"I think he may very well be telling the truth…or he is incredibly arrogant," said Victor.
"My gold is on his arrogance," said Nekon, the black dragon held up his hand, and the orcs stopped their spells.
"Tell us what you know," said Victor.
"I don't…know…anything!" wheezed Kalecgos.
"And how do we know you are not lying to us?" asked Victor.
"If you insist…let you fill your sadistic tendencies, but know this…" wheezed Kalecgos, "You will all lose in the long run, for if it is true, Anveena has returned, meaning that you will feel pure pain in the end, Nefarian!"
"You threaten us?" asked Victor.
"You will all fall like your arrogant sister, all you arrogant dragons!" wheezed Kalecgos.
"Continue with the torture, little brother, whether he knows anything or not," said Victor.
As Victor left, he heard the roars of the blue dragon echo from the dungeon…
Soril and his companions lay on the grassy ground, in rags to keep them comfortable.
"Maybe we should have built a tent," said Beez.
"Oh, so you have one that you can spring from your ass, mon?" joked Gi'Thorr, everyone let out a small chuckle.
After a while, they could not sleep, so they decided to look at the stars.
"Right there is Nondria the Starchild, she took down twenty infernals in a few minutes," said Thalaa.
"Really, that there is Kulbok the Head-Eater, he decapitated a large ogre and ate it all up in five bites!" laughed Gi'Thorr.
"I know you are makin' that up!" groaned Beez.
"It's an old Gurubashi legend," said Gi'Thorr, "Kulbok's village was continually attacked by a large ogre, it wasn't until the day the ogre attempted to take his wife as his mate did Kulbok do something, he fought the ogre and decapitated him, eating his skull…"
"Yeah, and the Gurubashi worshipped a giant bird-snake," laughed Beez, "It isn't realistic!"
"What do you mean?" asked Gi'Thorr.
"Why wouldn't the trolls defend themselves, was the village full of lepers?" asked Soril.
"No, they were normal!" groaned Gi'Thorr.
"And eaten a whole skull in five bites, was his father a bass?" asked Thalaa.
"I don't see anyone making fun of YOUR star!" hissed Gi'Thorr.
"Because it seems a bit more realistic," said Beez.
"What about you, Beez, did your people name any stars?" asked Anveena.
"Yeah, that one is named #234535 and that one is #65756," replied Beez.
"Your people never named stars?" asked Soril.
"We care not for mythology and gods, we only care for things that we can see, weigh, and spend," said Beez.
"Hm, I pity you Goblins, never having a good imagination," sighed Thalaa.
"What about all the machines that we build?" asked Beez.
"I mean by story-telling," said Thalaa.
"Only in non-fiction, myths and legends are nothing buy a bunch of hoopla," said Beez.
"Bugluglarp!" yelled Glurble.
"Does anyone know what that murloc is saying?" asked Beez, the murloc got up and dove into a nearby river.
"I guess he would be happy in there for a while," said Thalaa.
"How do you know that thing won't abandon you?" asked Soril.
"I don't know, I connect with it for some reason, I can understand it for some reason," said Thalaa.
"Well, goodnight," said Soril, he turned around and slept on his left arm, falling into slumber.
"Soril…Soril…SORIL!"
"Who is that?"
"I need your help…"
"Who are you?"
"Help me…"
"Who are you?"
"Help…me…"
"First, tell me a name!"
"I cannot…"
"Why?"
"I cannot…"
"What are you talking about?"
"Your friends…they will abandon you…"
"What?"
"Soril, wake up!"
Soril woke up to see the morning light shine on his eyes, also seeing Anveena sitting next to him.
"Oh, hello Anveena," said Soril.
"Are you alright?" asked Anveena.
"Why would you ask?" asked Soril.
"Well, you were talking in your sleep a little bit ago," said Anveena.
"He slept on his left arm, causing a nightmare," said Beez.
"How would that cause a nightmare?" asked Thalaa.
"If I told you, you're mind would explode, trying to comprehend what I just said," answered Beez.
"Don't make me beat you up, you damn goblin!" growled Thalaa, she then was hugged by Glurble, she then hugged him back.
Soril looked down on the ground, remembering the last message to him during the nightmare.
"So, where do we go now?" asked Soril, as he and his friends walked down the path.
"Have you not been listening, we are going to Quel'Thalas," said Thalaa.
"I know, but where are we going other than Quel'Thalas!" growled Soril.
"We be goin' to Duskwood," said Gi'Thorr.
Beez then stopped dead on his tracks. Anveena looked behind her and saw Beez. "Are you coming?" she asked.
"I think I will just take a boat to Tirisfal and walk from there," said Beez.
"We don't have any money, Beez, we have to walk!" groaned Thalaa.
"Ummm, I can't go to Duskwood," said Beez.
"And why not?" asked Anveena.
"He's afraid of the Worgen!" laughed Gi'Thorr, Glurble joined in laughing, probably not knowing what is going on.
"Worgen?" asked Soril.
"I guess you never been to Duskwood, in that forest, there be wolf people that love to rip and tear anyone they get's their hands on!" moaned Gi'Thorr, trying to scare Beez.
"I am not afraid of the ripping…just the tearing!" said Beez.
"They sound dangerous," said Soril.
"Scared?" taunted Thalaa.
"Uh, of course not!" yelled Soril.
"Well then, let's go," said Gi'Thorr.
Corbeth watched them from the trees, always a foot behind yet completely unnoticed. He then pulled out a piece of paper and a piece of lead. He wrote something in it, and he waited for a while for something. A minute later, a bat appeared. He gave the note to the bat and it flew away.
"I hope that damn dreadlord gets what he wants with this report," Corbeth thought in his mind, "I see no profit in me for this, maybe I should leave, but of course that damn Ven'Gyr will hunt me down and kill me, it's a good thing there is no failure in this mission, all I have to do is report, and that is all…"
They crossed through a mountain pass and to a bridge; they crossed it and saw that it was getting dark.
"What's going on, it was morning a little bit ago," said Soril.
"It's Duskwood, always in either dusk or night," said Gi'Thorr.
"Yeah, a haven for those damn Worgen!" growled Beez.
They walked into the land, seeing it all dead and sad, as if the land didn't want to live anymore.
"What a dreaded place…" said Anveena.
"Anveena, what is at Quel'Thalas?" asked Thalaa.
"I don't know, something bad is going to happen if we don't get their in time," said Anveena.
"And what's the time limit?" asked Gi'Thorr.
"I'm sorry, I don't know," said Anveena, "Only that we have to get there in a specific amount of time…"
"Boy, that helps us!" groaned Beez.
A wolf howl was heard, making Beez jump, Thalaa let out a hearty laugh.
"You are really afraid of this whole Worgen business, aren't you?" laughed Thalaa.
"They are suppose to be vicious, they could rip your throat out with their bare teeth!" yelled Beez.
"Oooooh, scary!" joked Thalaa, she then laughed.
Another wolf howl was heard.
"I am starting to get a little scared," said Anveena.
They heard fast footsteps, as if a creature was running on all fours.
"I heard something move," said Soril.
"Are you scared too?" asked Thalaa, not believing what she is hearing.
"It sounded close," said Gi'Thorr.
"Agh, not you too!" groaned Thalaa.
They all stopped when they heard a nearby growl.
"Ok, I'm starting to know where you are coming from, Beez," whispered Thalaa.
"See, we are all gonna die!" whispered Beez in a somewhat loud tone.
"But…where can it be?" asked Anveena.
"It could be anywhere, this whole forest is it's home, it has no boundaries," said Beez.
Soril then felt something dark, something scary, something hot, what he felt was a hot breath on his neck, with breathing sounds like a dog behind him…
Soril turned around to see a horrifying sight, what he saw was the Worgen.
The Worgen was a dark and evil creature; it had claws already bloody from a past kill and teeth stained with human blood.
It had red insane eyes that peered through the soul, it's height dwarfed Gi'Thorr, and it looked ready for the kill.
"Help!!" yelled Soril, the Worgen then roared at Soril and threw him across the grounds, landing on a rock and breaking his arm.
The Worgen growled at the others as they turned around.
"See, we are all gonna die!!" screamed Beez, he then started to run away, but was grabbed by the pack by Gi'Thorr.
"That's what he wants, we have to fight!" growled Gi'Thorr.
He ran at the Worgen and was slashed at the chest, Gi'Thorr managed to slice it's shoulder as he fell to the ground.
Beez ran at the Worgen in fear and hit it with a mechanical arm from his pack, it growled in pain and threw Beez at a tree, hitting his head and falling on the ground unconscious, with his pack in disrepair.
The Worgen spotted the scared Anveena, and growled at her. It then ran after her, Thalaa shot many arrows at it, but it ignored them.
It drove its claws into Thalaa and threw her over its back; it then jumped on a screaming Anveena and pinned her on the ground.
It tore at her with his claws, ripping her flesh bit by bit, Anveena screaming throughout the whole thing.
Suddenly, she held out her hand and a yellow light came out, incinerating the Worgen's head. The Worgen fell down on the ground, instantly dead.
Soril attempted to get up, but fell when his left arm started to let out a sharp pain. He again got up and ran to Anveena.
When he got to her, she was bleeding profusely; it did not seem she would survive for much longer.
"Anveena!" yelled Soril.
Gi'Thorr pushed Soril out of the way and gave her a bit of a teal liquid, it made some of her wounds heal, but not all, giving her more of a fighting chance.
"Can't give all of it to ya, the others may need it," said Gi'Thorr, he then went to Thalaa and healed her, but only in a small amount, then to Soril, then a little to himself.
"What about…Beez?" asked Thalaa weakly, still hurt by the stab.
"He's alright, he gets hit on the head all the time, mon," said Gi'Thorr.
Gi'Thorr grabbed Beez and put his on his shoulder, he then grabbed Anveena and put her in his arms.
"Soril, you get Thalaa, the potion did little, and if we don't seek intensive care real soon, Anveena could die," said Gi'Thorr.
"But…the potion…" weakly said Anveena.
"Only in a minimal amount, to allow you to survive for a few hours, hope not less," said Gi'Thorr.
They then started to walk, as Soril and Thalaa could not go fast enough. As they walked, they heard howling in the distance.
"We'll never make it, they'll kill us all," wheezed Thalaa.
"Come on, Thalaa, I'm the one who gives up," said Soril, he then winced at the pain when Thalaa patted his left shoulder.
They continued to walk; as they walked they occasionally saw a figure that looked like something crawling on all fours, it looked like a wolf.
"What do they want?" asked Soril.
"To finish the job their friend started, mon," said Gi'Thorr.
"How did they find us?" asked Soril.
"They smell the blood," said Gi'Thorr.
They heard howling and growling as they moved through the path.
"What are they waiting for?" asked Thalaa.
"They are waitin' till we be broken of heart, mon," said Gi'Thorr.
After a while, Gi'Thorr started to get woozy, more and more, his vision started to blur, as did Thalaa and Anveena.
"I don't think I can make it," said Thalaa.
"Don't give up, Thalaa, we have to get out of here," said Soril, trying to mend broken spirits.
Gi'Thorr then fell on his knees, Glurble attempted to get Gi'Thorr to his feet, but it was no use.
"Gi'Thorr, what's wrong?" asked Soril hastily.
"I…I put too much strain on my body, mon, I can't carry this much while injured," said Gi'Thorr, he accidentally dropped Anveena on the ground, he then fell on the ground, unconscious.
"Anveena!" yelled Soril; he then put Thalaa on the side of a tree, "Hold on, Thalaa!"
He ran to her and lifted her up slightly.
"Soril, I don't think I can make it," said Anveena.
"Of course you are, what would Kalec do?" asked Soril.
"He would keep going, but I am too weak, it's hopeless," said Anveena weakly.
"No, it's not hopeless, I refuse it to be hopeless!" yelled Soril.
He looked to see twenty or more Worgen come close to them, their claws ready for the kill. Thalaa tried to shoot at them, but was too disoriented.
"Anveena, I think you gave me half your power is that true?" asked Soril.
"No, a quarter…of it, but maybe…if we use it…together," said Anveena.
Soril nodded, he then raised his sword up in the air as the Worgen's claws were about to meet flesh, causing a large flash, about ten yards, turning all the Worgen into skeletons.
When the flash subsided, Soril felt incredibly weak, and he fell onto the ground, unconscious, along with everyone else in the blast…
Anveena later woke up, yet everything was still blurry, she looked to see a figure looking over her, it was in a brown cloak and saw only a demonic purple eye in the cloak. Five other figures were near him as well, three were a goblin, a gnoll, and an undead, and the others were unrecognizable.
"Looks like the Worgen bang them up a bit!" laughed the goblin.
"They stupid, they go die now!" growled the gnoll.
"We'll see, we don't know for now," said the cloaked figure.
They all looked to see torchlight, they quickly disappeared in darkness. Anveena then saw three human guards in black look over at her.
"Poor girl, those Worgen know no mercy," growled a guard.
"Not to hasty, Mocarski, this one still has a little life," said another guard.
"If we hadn't shown, Keller, they might have been dead," said Mocarski.
"What about the troll, goblin, and murloc?" asked the third guard.
"Bring them with us, Wollpert, they may not be a part of the Alliance, but we could possibly use their help, if they aren't hostile, of course," said Keller.
"Wollpert, get the girl," said Mocarski.
Wollpert nodded and knelt and lifted Anveena.
"She seems to be coming to," said Wollpert.
"Get here out of her, we'll wait for the rest to get the others," said Keller.
Anveena felt the wind race on her wounds as Keller raced from the point to an unknown to her destination…
PsykoReaper: Hey, if you guys like the story, comment…
Dark Angel: BUT WAIT!! DERE'S MOAH!!
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Dark Angel: If we like your character a lot, we will use them more!
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