Name: Potter, H
Location: Rut'theran Village
When Harry and Dryson finally touched down at the moonlit field of Rut'theran Village, the priest immediately jumped off his gryphon and started heaving. Harry nimbly hopped off his own mount and turned to the flight master, a feather-clothed night elf.
"Good evening, sirs. My name is Vesprystus. Welcome to Rut'theran Village," the elf said, bowing to Harry.
Harry returned the bow. "Thank you. My name is Judas, and the priest over there is Dryson Merrick. Tell me, did you hear of any of our supplies arriving at the docks?"
The elf nodded. "Yes I did. Captain Soluna had the dockmaster post your belongings in my storeroom. Wait here, I will fetch them for you."
"Thank you very much," replied the wizard. I should probably go check on Dryson. We'll more than likely be flying again.
With packs in hand and a fresh set of clothes on, the priest and the wizard took to the skies beginning their final leg of the run to Nighthaven. Harry had pulled out a second coin purse to pay Vesprystus with, and had made a decision to head back to the Darnassian camp to repay the flight master there after this all was over.
"Hey, how much longer do we have in this trip?" Harry had yelled over the winds as the reached the northern coast of Kalimdor.
Dryson looked pale as he replied, "A few hours. We just reached Darkshore. Moonglade is-" The priest was cut off as the mounts had made a sharp left turn. After the beasts had settles, and Dryson had finished heaving again, he continued. "Moonglade is just east of our location."
Harry nodded as he tucked his head low. This urged the hyppogryph, a cousin to their previous gryphon mounts, to pick up speed. The wizard could only chuckle as Dryson let out a yell soon after:
"NEVER AGAIN! I'M RIDING HORSES NEXT TIME!"
"All I'm saying is that airsickness is a common trait to have, Judas," Dryson said as they walked into Nighthaven, capital of the druids and home to the Merrick Clan. "My uncle Vincent is researching a cure for it, last I heard. Whatever happens, it'll probably be better than what those Steamwheedle goblins could come up with." Harry nodded halfheartedly, taking in the sights of the elven city. Looking to his right, Harry noticed off things.
"Um, Dryson? Are those trees moving?" The wizard pointed to the trees in question.
Dryson turned and looked where Harry was pointing. "Oh, of course! You've never seen an Ancient? The night elves value them for their insight in things. Most druids can take a form similar to them, too. They're quite amazing at times."
"Well, I haven't went out much before coming to Stormwind. I've never seen one be-" Harry was stopped short as he ran into someone. "Oh, sorry there. Didn't see you..." The figure turned around. Appearing for all the world as a bull crossed with some human aspects, the beast-man stood over nine feet tall. The creature was dressed in long robes, a staff in its hands. It spoke in a low, harsh voice.
"Ish uku chi?" The creature said, staring at Harry inquisitively.
Dryson cut in before the wizard could say anything. "Relax, Gulken. This is a friend of mine." Gulken turned to look at the priest, and nodded. "How have you been?"
"Et tu awak. Chi?"
"Well enough. Had a run-in with some orcs recently." When Gulken snorted, Dryson replied, "I know, you don't much care for them. Things would be a lot better if the orcs had some of your patience, you know?" A low rumble came from Gulken, as if he were holding back a chuckle. "Well, I have to go. Perhaps some other time?"
Gulken nodded. "Alo Nokee Washte ishte shne chi" He then turned and left.
Harry stood perplexed. "Just what in Merlin's name was that thing?"
Dryson laughed. "That's just Gulken. He's a tauren. Can't speak a word of Common, but he understands it well enough. I suppose you could say the same about me and Taurahe...er...the tauren language, I mean." Looking ahead, the priest said, "This way, Judas. I can see my home from here." Dryson then took off at a run.
Harry shrugged his shoulders and followed suit.
The home of the Merrick Clan was an extravagant one. Numerous people filled the main hallway, with the body of Lucas affixed in the center.
"Oi, lookit who it is! Dry came back! Wit' friends!"
Dryson had just walked in the door when a platinum-blonde man shouted in the priest's direction. Dryson waved back and slid through the crowd towards the man. Harry decided to keep with the priest. It is his family, after all.
Dryson wraped the blonde in a tight embrace. "Gideon, so glad to see you again! Hows life? I heard Uncle Vincent is woking on another project?"
Gideon nodded. "Aye. He was just here a second ago. He seemed a bit rushed if you ask me." The man turned to Harry, a slight look of disgust in his features. "And who'd be you? Dry, you know how Corra gets when people start bringin' outsiders to fam'ly matters."
Harry remained calm. "My name is Judas, and I'm just here to make sure that Dryson made it here safely, since Diana Kaedrin couldn't make it. I meant no disrespect if I am not welcome. I'll just see myself out."
As Harry turned to leave, Dryson grabbed his shoulder and turned him back around. "You saved my life, repeatedly. If Gideon here," the priest shot a look at the blonde man, "has a problem, he should keep it to himself."
Gideon shrugged, "Fine. Jus' don't come runnin' to me when ol' Corra has ye dragged off feet first."
Harry stepped towards the blonde. "Are you implying-"
"Enough! Judas, he isn't worth it." Dryson pulled the wizard away from Gideon. Quietly, he continued," Gideon must be taking this harder than I thought. Lucas was his father. Killed by demons from Outland."
"You never did say anything about Outland." Harry replied. "Would you care to elaborate?"
Dryson nodded. "Outland is some...other planet. Most of the Alliance have been keeping the defensive at a massive portal connecting our worlds. The Burning Legion, an army of demons, are constantly trying to breach the barricades and invade Azeroth. Lucas was one of those commissioned as a saboteur against the Legion army. Needless to say, his mission met a swift end."
"I just feel bad for Gideon. Although, he should try to keep from lashing out at others," the wizard replied. "By the way, what kind of accent did he have? I don't quite recognise it."
The priest looked at Harry incredulously. "That would be Gilnean. My entire family's from that city. To be honest though, I've spent the past six years trying to be rid of my accent. Not many at the Chapel would take someone from Gilneas seriously with their home about them."
Harry nodded. "If you don't mind, I might step outside for a little bit.
Dryson went to hug the wizard. "Thank you again, for saving my hide back in Bilgewater."
Harry returned the hug. "Don't dwell to much on it." Besides, if I didn't pressure Soluna into aiding that warship, we would never have been in that situation...
Name: Rivera, Nathan
Location: ICPF Headquarters
Mission: N/A
Nathan Rivera was seated in his desk at ICPF Headquarters. On his computer monitor was a video clip of Harry and Dryson's escape from Bilgewater Harbor. River let out a whistle of astonishment when he saw the Fiendfyre obliterate the orc guards.
"Well, it seems that Mr. Potter does have a temper. And boy, does it come out. One second..." The commander reversed the tape, playing the few seconds before Harry made his first strike. Listening in, Rivera let out a chuckle. "'Commander said no rules,' did I? We've got to break you of having to justify every darker action you perform. My agents have had to do darker things to uphold the Canon, and soon you may not have a way to justify yourself. Perhaps I shall pay a visit to Kramer. See how he would go about it. We can't have you become an emotional wreck after every battle. It just wouldn't do."
Nathan then stood up from his chair and walked out of his office, heading towards the training rooms.
"Hello, Galbatorix." The commander saluted the training master.
"Good evening, Commander Rivera. What brings you here?"
"I was just wondering how the new additions were coming along. They've kept to themselves for the most part, and I would like your professional opinion."
Galbatorix nodded. "The twins are doing quite well. To be honest, Myra might still be harboring a grudge after you. You did break through her wards and kill her without much of an effort. She's been trying to figure out just how you did it."
Rivera let out a laugh. "Well, whenever she feels saucy enough to take a blade against me, you let her know that my door is always open."
Galbatorix laughed in return. "I'll be sure to let her know. I know I'm changing the subject, but how has Master Potter fared so far in Warcraft?"
Rivera shrugged. "He's got a problem with killing, even though his own life depended on it. I was going to head down to Psych ward and see what Kramer thought about it."
The training master scoffed. "The only thing that's going to cure that is being put in a situation where he can't write it off. He'll either start to realize that not every situation is black or white, or he'll break completely. Although, with a mind like Potter's, I doubt he'll break. I've seen whole armies have to make that very decision. As callous as it sounds, it is the best thing to do."
Nathan nodded. "I said the same thing when I reviewed some of our latest footage of his escape from the Horde naval station. Still, I shouldn't ignore any light John might shed on the issue. I will see you later." The commander saluted again.
Returning the salute, Galbatorix said, "When Harry makes it back here, let him know I've got his number after that last duel."
Chuckling, Rivera replied, "I'll be sure and let him know."
Name: Potter, H
Location: Nighthaven, Northern Kalimdor (Warcraft Canon)
As Harry walked out the door, he distractedly bumped into a tall, solidly built man standing just outside. "Oh, this is not my day," muttered the wizard.
The man turned to face Potter. The man wore a black suit and round glasses that seemed to reflect all light. Even though his hair was grey, the man looked as if age would never slow him down. When Harry looked into the man's eyes, it felt as if he were looking back into his own soul. "S-sorry, sir."
"You should be more careful, outsider. Most any other would take offense to your actions. Lucky for you, I have more important things to deal with. Good day." The man spoke with as cold, slow drawl. Walking back to the road, the man pulled out a hearthstone and activated it. A few seconds later the man dissappeared.
Dryson walked outside to find Harry shaken slightly. "You alright?"
Harry shrugged. "Just ran into someone who gave me the willies.
"Lemme guess: tall, grey-haired, scary-faced and dark, reflecting glasses?" Asked Dryson. When the wizard nodded, Merrick continued. "Oh, you just met Uncle Vincent. He's a real important person in Gilneas. He's got the retainer to most of the higher-ups there. I'm surprised he's been able to get out to see us. Gilneas is usually locked up tighter than a goblin's wallet."
Harry let out a chuckle. "Well, I'm just glad he wasn't looking for a fight. I don't think I could handle another brawl this week after what's been going on."
The priest nodded. "Anyway, I think it's time to head back to Stormwind. You still have your hearthstone?" When the wizard nodded, Dryson replied, "Good. Go grab the rest of your stuff and just press the insignia on the center. It should still be tuned to the Blue Recluse. I'll see you there." With that, Dryson pulled out his hearthstone and activated it, disappeareing like his uncle had not too long ago. Harry then pulled his out of his bag and did the same.
Location: The Blue Recluse
When the pair returned to the Recluse, Harry could not believe his eyes.
"I spoke way too damn soon, didn't I?" Harry said as most of the occupants of the tavern were engaged in a massive melee.
Dryson could only laugh as he tried to push his way through to the exit.
"Ah well, I'm due for some stress relief." The wizard said as he engaged his blade-rails and set to work.
Author's Note: Well, I told you I would try to be more frequent.
Well, I've been thumbing through TVTropes, and when you hit "Random" enough times, you're bound to find something that pertains to you. For me, it was "Writing by the Seat of Your Pants." Damn does that describe my writing process. I've always got a general idea, but I just have trouble hashing out the finer details. I hope I can work this out soon enough.
As always please read, rate and review my story here. I'm eternally grateful for the 2500+ views and twelve reviews on the story (still haven't heard back from Ragnar92). I always look forward to your critiques.
Until Later,
MasterMerrick
P.S. Just got a new keyboard. More spelling errors might slip through the crack. I'll try to work on that.