(Mystera's PoV)
I hissed as I moved, swinging my left hand around, slamming my dagger into the Orc's side. My sword arm coming forward to decapitate the foolish Orc. I turned to see that Lulu had indeed killed the raptor, tearing its throat out. "It looks like we'll be heading for Booty Bay in the morning. Sleep well Lulu." I whispered patting her on the head before leaving the stables and heading to my room in the inn for a little rest before morning.
(Warlock's PoV)
The day had started out good. The sun was shining, with not a cloud to be seen! So there was no need to worry about rain, or finding shelter from it. I protected my beautiful, yet unusal glowing red-green eyes from the sun, with my pale white hand.
I had always disliked Stranglethorn, for its raptors, monkeys, pirates, and how difficult it was to get to the herbs that only seem to want to grow around the dangers. However, it was beautiful and a good place to collect soul shards, amongst other things for those very same reasons.
I summoned my felsteed and after leaving Grom'gol Base Camp, I headed north into troll territories. That's when all of the trouble started. I only needed a couple more shards to fill my soul pouch and I had found some herbs I needed. The trouble showed up in the form of three very large trolls. I had missed seeing them and by then it was too late. Zag'nagma, my voidwalker, swiftly engaged them in battle.
I had placed a curse on them. 'That was sooo not a good idea.' I think to myself, after the fact. It only made them notice me. 'Crap.' I thought, as I turned and bolted for what I was hoping was a quick exit. Poor Zag was lost and I had three really pissed trolls after me.
As I ran, I reached into one of my pouches, and retrieved a handful of dice. I then focused my shadow bolt spell into the dice until they glowed. I stopped running just long enough to turn, and with a final word of magic, sent the shadow infused dice straight into one of the trolls. 'One down two to go.' I thought to myself, as I starting running again.
Unfortunatly, as far as luck goes, mine must of been bad that day. 'Stupid jungle!' was my only thought, as my face hit the ground. I turned to see what had tripped me, only to find my feet were tangled in a bunch of roots from the trees. 'Shoot, why me!?' my thoughts screamed. I quickly started to cast one of my fire spells, in an attempt to burn the vines away. I didn't get far before two very large shadows were standing over me. I looked up in time to see a fist swinging towards my head, then nothing but darkness.
When I woke, the first thing I noticed was that my hands were numb. The second thing I noticed was that I was in a small cage. "Oh great, now whats going to happen to me?" I grumbled out loud. I wiggled around until I was sitting on my knees. 'A much better view.' I thought. That is, until I saw the hugh fire in the middle of the camp, and all of the trolls sitting around it.