How The Mighty Have Fallen!
Outlands have an undeserved bad reputation. Just ask yourself, "What is the first thing that comes to my mind when I hear that word?" The blasted and hellish waste of the appropriately named Hellfire Peninsula comes to mind. The evil and Burning Legion gripped Shadowmoon Valley and the torn apart and magic saturated Nether storm follow close. Then there was Shattrath City. The mystical city where some of the most powerful, and yet benevolent, beings to ever walk…eh, "float" through this plane of existence.
Sure, just about everything thing you seem could kill somebody if they were careless. Yet Shattrath sits like a beacon in the darkness, and sometimes the only reason people ever venture to the edge of what we know and understand.
Or you can go to run away from murder charges and execution, disguise yourself as a washed-up hero-now-turned-disillusioned-drunkard, and wind up doing too good of a job at it.
Such was the situation that Felryn found himself in when an Aldor Vindicator kicked him from his meager "bed." That was being too generous; the Aldor was clearly attempting to boot him clear over the city wall. The bed sucked too.
With a groan, Felryn pushed himself up into a sitting position and internally cursed his dedication to his cover story. The early morning sun burned into his eyes, and already the streets were full of shouting, screaming people. He felt as if his skull was simultaneously caught in a vice-clamp as well as having a balloon inflated inside his head, a steel balloon… with spikes. He squinted in a vain attempt to see his assailant. Everything seemed fuzzy and imprecise even the words being said… he probably should have been paying more attention. Resolving that there was no time like the present, he listened.
"…rstand me, Belf?"
'No, I did not. I am severely hung-over and would appreciate you not bother me. Now please leave me be.' These were not his words, these are his thoughts. There appeared to be a miscommunication between his mind and his mouth. His words were more along the lines of: "Mrhuf, rrrungh ooooooohhhhhh. LeAve meh bbbeEEE!" This struck him as odd. He didn't seem to have full control of his body. This was not a typical hang-over. Now, what would cause-
His train of thought was abruptly cut off as the Vindicator viciously kicked him again, harder. With an almost guttural growl, the Aldor hauled him up by his ratty shirt and spat out, "Vagrancy is a punishable offence in this district!"
Right, he fell asleep on the Aldor Terrace… not his smartest move. Realizing that most vagrants were not accosted for being so, he just had to be the one Blood Elf Death Knight to have crossed the path of a Draenei Vindicator. They did not see eye to eye to say the least.
"Get up, maggots-for-brains! I'm hauling you in!"
This irked Felryn; yes he was a Blood Elf, yes he was technically undead, but he did not have maggots in his head. In his addled and hung-over state, this insult seemed to take precedence over the fact he was being drug to prison for a minor offence. Alarm bells began screaming in his head. There were no prisons in Shattrath, criminals were just banished magically. What was going on?
The booking officer took a look at the criminal, and immediately did a double take. She was experienced at combat and could hold her own in a fight, but prejudice had reared its ugly head. So she was stuck here booking and guarding empty cells. Still, she had enough experience to know something was seriously weird when she saw it. A Draenei dragging an uncooperative Blood Elf into the makeshift prison was one such thing. A very vocal Blood Elf. A very angry Blood Elf. One who was in possession of eyes as blue as ice. Thus sealing the coffin on the weirdest thing she'd ever seen award.
"I DEMAND TO SEE MY ATTORNEY! THIS IS IN BLATANT VIOLATION OF MY RIGHTS AS A NONCOMBATANT! I'M BEING KIDDNAPPED BY THIS CRAZY ALIEN SO HE CAN TAKE ME TO HIS RAPE DUNGEON TO DO UNSPEAKABLE THINGS TO ME!"
The Draenei was just as vocal, "SHUT UP! PEOPLE ARE STARING AT YOU! I WIL END YOUR LIFE!" The shouting ceased. There was a dead silence in the air as others began to stare.
"Well! I'd like to see you try. I'll make it fair: you use your weapons and armor, and I'll be unarmed and naked with bloodthistle addiction. Oh, I can also be blindfolded and bound hand and foot! You might want to bring back-up, just a pro-tip."
With a roar, the furious Draenei hurled the elf across the room and into the bars of a cell. Not into a cell, into its closed door. "HE'S YOUR PROBLEM NOW!" he roared and fled.
The officer just blinked, still attempting to process what had happened. She slowly turned to the groaning elf. She shook her head and walked over.
"What the hell is a Blood Elf doing here?" she questioned.
"Role-playing. Now can you please let me go? That bigot has put me through the ringer and unless you let me go, I will report this to Khadgar."
"I'm afraid I cannot do that. You are just going to have to get comfortable," she replied sternly.
"What do you mean? This is an outrage! I will have you know that I am a well-respected member of the Skyguard! I will not stand for this!" he shouted.
Now she was pissed. Nobody raises their voice to her, especially not a freaking Belf. "Shut up and listen! You are clearly impaired or you would have realized how bad your situation is right now! Just shut up and crawl your way into a cell and if I'm in a good mood I might cut your bonds." There was no response. She looked over and sighed, he had fallen asleep.
Grumbling, she grabbed one of the elf's arms and hauled him into a cell. On her way out, she placed his foot between the cell door and the doorframe. Admiring her handy work, she slammed the door violently on his foot. He woke with a shout and glared at her.
"Pay attention when I speak to you, Belf. I need your name for recording purposes. Do not lie, we know all members of the horde, especially so if you are as famous as you claim."
He glared defiantly and muttered "my name is Felryn." He paused for a moment and spoke with more confidence, "what may I call such a beautiful muse such as you?"
She deadpanned, "flattery will get your nowhere, except maybe to a doctor to pry my hoof out of your ass and deliver the news that will no longer be able to have children." That shut him up, this crazy chick would not hesitated to make his day end horribly, if it was possible.
Felryn suddenly noticed a smirk of triumph break across the Draenei's face. It was beautiful. His mind rapidly self-punished that thought. He couldn't do that! He was Horde, he kills Draenei. He always gave mercy to the womenfolk of the Alliance, though. Crap!
"It looks like we have a VIP prisoner! Haha! This will get me out of this hellhole for sure!" She cast a glance at the prisoner. "It looks like you may be my ticket out of this dump, so I feel a little kindness is in order. You may call me 'Grand-Overlord-Master Tal'quirah' and nothing else."
Felryn now realized that he was being guarded by an egotistical maniac that was somehow immune to his advances. His ego may be of the same magnitude as he thought this himself while watching Tal'quirah cackle maniacally.
Yo! It's the Sandman here! All the protagonists have been introduced. I thank all of you who reviewed; I was debating if I should continue with it or just drop it and hide it like a dirty little secret. I believe my actions have spoken. I love criticism (flames will get an appropriate response) it makes me want to do better and prove people wrong. I try to listen, if I screw something up LET ME KNOW. I don't like being wrong, but I hate staying wrong more. Thank you for your support, I try my best.
FOR THE HORDE!
(Shouted passionately while still attempting not to offend others)
The Sandman has left the building… or has he?
