Angela walked the streets of Stormwind with Garaan in tow, looking to buy a portal to Theramore. She has had little luck this far for it seems that finding a mage for a portal is a lot harder than Angela expected.
"Why does no one want my gold?" she asked Garaan.
I am sure many would want your gold Angela. She heard within her head, as Garaan looked at her with a seemingly blank expression.
"I do not appreciate the sarcasm cat. You know what I mean!"
And I do not like your tone human, was the reply she got. Angela laughed louder than expected, acquiring a few stares from the crowd of people. She tenderly rubbed Garaan behind his ears before continuing with her search.
Hours went by and she was not able to find any freelancer mage to help with a portal.
"I'll take your money!" She heard from the shadows.
The hooded speaker was male with the distinctive pitch indicating he was a gnome. His light green moustache was the little bit of colour that popped out of the shadows.. As Angela looked upon him an ominous feeling came upon her as a result of the questionable magic he is trained in.
"Are you a mage?" Angela asked cautiously.
"Nope." he replied adamantly. "I can lead you to Theramore though?"
He stepped into the light. Angela could see his features more precisely. His face had the general impression of a grimace but as Angela looked closer she saw that he also has smiled much. His robes were black, purple and bright green. The wear and tear of the elegant robes tells Angela that he has been on many adventures.
"How would you know of this, Warlock?" Angela asked inquisitively.
"I have met Jaina myself." He paused for a while as if waiting for Angela to say something. "As you can tell there is well reasoned discriminations against Warlocks. I had to meet Jaina to prove myself to the alliance."
"Did you prove yourself?" Angela asked.
The Gnome sighed outwardly as indication of his annoyance towards the common sense answer. "If I did not, do you think I would be here talking with you?"
Angela looked at him with shock realizing how foolish her question was. She blushed brightly. "How did you prove yourself?"
"I demonstrated that I wanted to use my powers to help the alliance."
"I have not seen any Warlocks who openly fight for the alliance." Angela stated. "You have spiked my interest, little gnome."
"Well in that case let me escort you to Theramore." He replied stoically.
"I have been to Theramore Isle before, so I do know the road. Was just hoping to find a mage around to port me."
"Well then I am afraid I cannot help you there the only portal I can summon is a demonic gate but that does not work for this situation."
"Would you like to join me to Theramore. It would be nice to have company, and learn more about using your powers for good." Angela said "Sadly I am very ignorant of the warlock's power."
"Inviting a stranger on a long trip to Theramore?" the gnome asked looking curiously at Angela.
"I have been hearing war has been brewing and an extra adventurer would be appreciated. The horde are very formidable and I have little experience with fighting them." Angela said feigning innocence.
You forgot to mention that your curiosity is mostly the reason! Garaan said as he licked his paws lazily.
"Well in that case I suppose your answer is valid. You may call me Gnomily." he replied poking his hand in a handshake.
"That is quite an interesting name Gnomily." Angela said shaking his hand. "Was that your birth name?"
"No." he replied and started walking towards the stables. He then abruptly turned around surprising Angela who thought the gnome was quite rude, then said "But that is a story for another day!" He gave her a crooked smile before turning around walking towards the stables again.
Angela noticed that was the only emotion she has seen upon this gnomes face. Contemplating the significance of this she followed Gnomily to the stables with Garaan after her. Once they reached the stables Angela untethered her Stone Drake from the stables and paid the stable master. She then mounted the drake and Garaan hopped on behind her to the extra seat that was made specifically for him in the saddle. Angela then looked to Gnomily and noticed that he is upon a demon horse. The horse has flames coming from its hooves, mouth and eyes. She also noticed that Gnomily put away a summoning stone.
"As much as I dislike demons I could see the use of summoning a mount via that little stone you have there."
"I agree it is very useful but just like any demon this horse can be very temperamental. He is more loyal than the demons I summon, but not nearly as loyal as that drake you have there." Gnomily replied. "I do have one blue proto drake. Very rare and honestly my favorite mount but I left him in Gnomeregan after the last battle I was in."
"What battle was that?" Angela asked.
"We should go port to Uldum so we can start the long flight to Theramore." He replied avoiding the topic.
Angela nodded getting the hint and motioned guided her drake into the sky.
Angela wandered the desert of Tanaris for Garaan's food. Quietly she sat in the crevice of the sand dune. With little light Angela is undetectable especially with her magically camouflaged hood pulled over her red hair. Garaan stealthed by Angela, waits for any sign of prey.
After many times in this desert from previous adventures both the hunter and the beast know what they are looking for. Angela then saw a red cobra that was taller than even Angela, slither up a dune. That will do for now. Garaan said reading her thoughts. There is little option for acceptable food in the desert. Unless you wanted to go attempt fishing again. With the look that Angela gave her companion, he dropped the subject.
Tuned to each other both hunter and leopard attacked their easy target. Garaan first circled the snake escaping the notice of it. Angela drew back her heavy bow and aimed. She calmed her breathing and let go an arrow. Flowing undetected in the calm air, the quicksilver arrow made a direct hit through snake's head, killing it instantly. Nice shot, saved me the time to finish it off. Garaan walked over to the dead animal and sniffed it. Not eating this until it is cooked. He said with no arguments.
"Alright princess, I shall take it back to camp. At least I can use the skins." Angela replied.
She walked over to the dead snake, putting her bow on her back. She then picked up the carcass but noticed that blood was dripping. She wrapped the carcass in the hide so she would not have blood dripping upon her armor. The serpent felt quite light compared to what she expected it would weigh, which made the trek back to camp effortless.
The first thing Angela saw was the light of the roaring fire. So much for subtlety Garaan said. Angela ignored the comment for she was thinking the exact same thing. Right now the Horde under Garrosh Hellscream's rule is a lot more forthcoming with attacking the alliance. Angela fears an attack especially by the most cunning, Rogues. Even though she does have quite a bit of experience fighting the horde, rogues for a hunter such as herself can prove to be unpleasant.
Angela walked up to the camp and told Gnomily of her reservations. He knew of the worst but felt confident that they would be able to take anything they had to. He also explained that the nights get very cold where frost begins to develop, so it is more beneficial to have a fire. With no argument from Garaan, Angela nodded her head in agreement and started to skin and cook the serpent.
The flight from Stormwind city was quiet and peaceful. Gnomily did not talk much to Angela unless she initiated conversation. After a while she gave up and just flew in peace. Angela found Gnomily to be quite reserved but not unpleasant to be around. Except she still gets the uncomfortable feeling when around him just due to the residual magic he harnesses.
Garaan's growling stomach interrupted her thoughts as she sped up the skinning and cooking. She tossed the cooked meat to the Leopard and he attacked it savagely. Quite a tasteless meal. He said after finishing.
"So where did you learn about being a…" Angela said then paused hearing something in the distance.
"Pardon?" He asked after he finished a mouthful of his supper.
Angela did not reply but got up and looked to where she heard a sound. I smell something. I thought it was the Gnome's sweat but that is no gnome. Garaan said. Gnomily finally looked up and noticed Angela on edge. That is a Goblin! I also sense something in the shadows. Garaan said in warning.
"Horde!" Angela whispered.
She crouched and readied her bow, nocking an arrow for the incoming attack. Goblin is a Warrior. Garaan said to her and she repeated that to Gnomily. Angela heard Gnomily summon one of his demons and then they waited.
Not long after Angela heard a blood curdling yell for blood, she saw the warrior charge. Before Angela was able to fire her arrow, Gnomily's large legless blue demon floated in front of her taking all the damage she would have sustained from the warrior.
Angela turn back to thank Gnomily but she was striken in shock as she looked upon his face. His eyes were narrowed and focussed. Angela could see him calculating every second of the battle. He was battle ready. As she was distracted by Gnomily's focus she missed a stealthed druid who stunned Gnomily. Angela instinctively fired her notched arrow straight at the druid so that Gnomily was able to get away from the root trap holding his feet.
Get focused! You have seen the battle calculating before in the best of mages! Garaan said loudly inside her head. If you want to die by all means stare in awe at everything around you!
Angela turned to Garaan who was rushing towards the warrior. She gave a slight nod then aimed another arrow at the warrior and shot hitting him in the shoulder. The warrior even though fighting Gnomily's demon and Garaan, avoided the arrow with ease. Angela then called upon another pet to help her fight. This pet being of magical origination, materialized as she summoned it. The great wolf then attacked the warrior. Angela's arrow did not miss that time and went straight into his chest. The Goblin fell over dead from Angela's arrow.
With still the druid to deal with, Angela turned around as she saw the druid, in cat form attacking Gnomily with claws and magic. Gnomily was retaliating with bolts of green fire and always moving to escaping the Druids grasp. Angela notched an arrow ready to shoot at the druid. Garaan started attacking the druid but stopped as Gnomily cast a spell turning himself into a large demon. Three times the size of Angela the Gnomily demon stood towering over the Druid. His large misshapen body was as black as the night surrounding them. His face was sharp featured, and ears that pointed upwards to the sky. His eyes were deep and fathomless, no trace of life but only death beyond. His fingers turned to sharp points acting as natural daggers. All around him the green fire grew sending a jolt of fear and anxiety cursing through Angela's body.
Angela unable to focus from Gnomily's metamorphism, she just watched as he cast the same green flame spells but causing more destruction each time. The Druid had patches of fur missing from being burnt off. Noticing that he was losing to the menacing demon standing over him he turned around and ran off fast into the night. Trails of green fire still attached to his fur followed him until he vanished from sight.
Gnomily transformed back into his natural gnome form and looked at the horror striken hunter. Arrow still upon her bow and drawstring pulled back, Angela noticed that she had it pointed towards Gnomily. He looked at her unmoved. Surprised Angela put the arrow back into her quiver and the bow upon her back.
"You turned into one of them." She said indicating to the still summoned demon beside Gnomily.
"Yes I do, it is the strongest attack I can do."
"But you turn evil."
"The Warlock's powers have negative stigma only because of what happened with the Burning Legion. I do not use the powers I have learnt for evil."
"That was probably the most terrifying thing I have seen."
"You will get used to it."
Angela looked away to Garaan, I sense no evil in this one. Angela nodded then moved to the log beside the fire and pulled out some bread to eat. Without saying a word Gnomily sat across the fire from Angela pulling out some dried meat.
"We should probably get some rest before we head out to Theramore early tomorrow." Angela said quietly after finishing her bread, "I will take the first watch and wake you up when I get tired."
"Do we need a watch? Two horde attacking us is no reason to raise all the alarms."
"There are other things to look out for but if you want to summon a demon to keep watch. Then maybe Garaan could keep watch for the last half of the night." Angela said.
How impudent of you! Do not even ask for my input in the matter. Garaan complain as he lazily got up. Angela ignored Garaan's objection and waited for Gnomily's response.
"I do agree with your plan." Gnomily said.
He then summoned the same demon as before and told him to watch. The demon did not reply for it has no mouth.
"I like this demon, he is called a voidwalker. No complaints from him and he is the most loyal of them all."
Angela gave an unsettled smiled to the little gnome. She then put out the fire and lay down on the furs that act as a bed. Garaan lied down next to Angela as she pulled up a woolen blanket over her still armoured body. Bow and quiver lay beside her bed for quick access and she fell asleep gaining rest for the travel to Theramore.
A/N: Hey guys. Hoped you enjoyed the first chapter from Angela's point of view. Any advice really I would love it :). Hope you keep reading! Cheers!