AN: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT! IT BELONGS TO BLIZZARD!
AN: I am changing the ending of the Garrison quest, Every Rose Has Its Thorn, because Baros should not have to die... honestly every garrison has healers and characters that can resurrect, why not use them?! For the love of all that is holy... ._.
**Draenor: Shadowmoon Valley- Lunarfall**
Creed sprinted towards the large Iron Horde Orc with death in her eyes. The poison ran quickly into the Orc's system, crippling his senses as Creed slashed the blade down into the back of his skull.
Creed looked at her garrison... the fire, screaming, and destruction...
"Death to the Iron Horde!" Creed screamed as she body slammed into two Orcs as they surrounded Millhouse. Large vines sprung up and began to tear into the flesh of one of the Iron Horde Orcs, Creed nodded to Phylarch the Evergreen.
There stood Rag'sla Thunkblade chocking one of her guards, with fury in her eyes Creed stealthed behind him quickly and used rupture by piercing both of her blades into his back causing him to screech and trash to get her off.
"Die you Iron Horde bastard!" Creed screamed out as the dark Orc began to slow from the poisonous mixture. He reached around his back and managed to throw the Commander off into the garden.
Just before he could strike Creed down, his body stopped abruptly and fell to the ground with a large axe in the back of his head; Delvar Ironfist smirked at his handy work.
"The battle isn't over yet..." Creed looked over and saw another Iron Horde high ranking officer and worthy looking Rogue, Akatha Blazeburn, standing there glaring at Creed. Creed sneered out an order.
"Go! Take down Drek the Firecaller! I'll deal with this witch!" Creed twisted her blades as Akatha smirked at her opponent.
"Come and get it, bitch."
"It will be a pleasure to put your head on a pike, 'Commander'." Akatha laughed in Orcish at Creed.
Both women ran at one another, clashing blades and throwing martial art moves. Creed punched upwards into Akatha's gut and kicked her far from herself.
A startling yell caught Creed off guard causing her to look at Phylarch and her small group of followers helping take Drek down. Phylarch was trying to put the fire out that was consuming his arm.
Akatha slammed her blades so hard down on Creed's defensive 'X' position that they cracked the daggers. Fury and death in Akatha's yellow eyes glaring down at mauve orbs. Harnessing her energy, Creed splayed out a quick fan of knives at Akatha and a upcoming grunt to defend the Orc Rogue.
Then a startled scream of her Draenei Paladin, Defender Illona, caused Creed look over quickly in time to watch as Drek was about to cut her down; Creed made a choice then and there. Taking her cracked main hand dagger, she threw it at Drek's hands piercing his palms making him lose his sword.
Creed took the chance at his surprise and with some of the last of her energy, she mutilated and threw her last weapon at Drek, the blade shattered and split deeply into his skull. A large thump followed as his figure dropped into the bloody soil; dead as a rock.
"ARRHHH!" A furious roar made Creed turn back to see Akatha's enraged figure sprinting at her. Rogue instincts kicking in, Creed slid down under Akatha's feet and tripped the enraged Orc, but one of the Orc's blades sliced into her side.
Grunting, Creed slammed her foot into the back of Akatha's cloaked head. Akatha twisted her blade at Creed's feet only for her to quickly back flip away from the Subtlety attack.
"You have no more weapons, Commander. Big mistake to save such pitiful creatures. All will bow down to the Iron horde!" Akatha growled and smirked down at Creed.
Blood leaked through Creed's fingers as she tried to stop the bleeding on her left side. She glared down at the Orc. Akatha swiped again making Creed quickly step on one of her swords then kicking it causing it to break in half.
Akatha threw the broken sword at Creed hoping it will hurt and distract her enough to make a move.
Creed quickly caught the blade, that was the only move Akatha needed.
A sharp gasp escaped Creed as Akatha slid the blade straight through her back and sticking out of her chest. A small cry of Shelly caused other followers to look over.
"COMMANDER!"
The burning sensation began to spread over Creed's chest and body, a heavy pressure on her chest and the warm liquid rushed out of her mouth as it began to choke her. Creed lost the blade in her hand in shock.
Akatha's fist came down fast on Creed's stomach, face, and kidneys. Akatha pulled the blade out bring Creed down to the floor with blade raised.
Akatha straddled over Creed's form with a bloodthirsty smirk.
"Now you die, human!" Creed pulled one of the daggers nestled in her pauldrons's three holsters moving her body upwards fast to Dispatch Akatha as said Orc began to come down with death intent, but Akatha wasn't fast enough to stop the sharpened dagger being thrusted up into her heart. The sickening crack of Creed's blade braking through Akatha's ribs, sternum, and heart made Creed shudder. Akatha's blade missed her kill shot and sliced into Creed's shoulder.
Both figures froze.
Creed pushed the dead Orc off her. Trying to stand up was nearly impossible, but Ahm quickly intervened and stood beside her as her crutch.
In a poison induced haze, Creed looked around her garrison. Some of the roof were burned, but no building was completely ruined... rebuilding could be done without too much hassle. Many of her guards and followers were injured and some guards lay dead as blood stained the stone walkways.
"Commander! You did it!"
A shrill scream of sorrow cut everyone's actions.
"THORN!" Creed sputtered through the blood leaking out her mouth.
Creed limped as fast as her sore and bruised legs could take her towards Town Hall. There inside was the weeping form of the full forged Worgen, Lieutenant Thorn. Below her was the barely breathing body of Baros Alexston and in his shaking hand was an Azerothian Rose.
Creed vaguely remembered that she had picked it earlier for him in his desperate request to give to Thorn as he wished to finally confess his love to her.
'Love...' Creed's hazy thoughts began to swirl.
"I-I wanted... t-to give you-u this... it's y-your favorite, remember-r? I-I wanted to t-tell you f-for s-so long how... I-I felt..." The rough voice of Baros faded off as his shaking hand, which presented the rose, fell. The blood on the wooden floor from the sever wounds on Baros made Creed sick.
"No! Baros, say it! Please!" Thorn weeped.
Creed began to feel her eyes fill with hot tears, but this time she couldn't stop them. This seen was very familiar. The Commanding Rogue felt her shoulders shake with fear and angst.
'No! N-not again...' Creed felt bile rise in her throat at the scene.
"Healers! Anyone!? Priests, Paladins, Shamans, Phylarch! Anyone!? Bring him back NOW!" Creed screamed in a panic at the sight. Her wounds began to burn hotter.
"Bring Baros back now, that is an order!" Creed commanded in misery as Thorn held the still warm body of he architect, Baros Alexston.
The Dwarven form of Alasdair Whitepeak pushed through the crowds in Town Hall towards them.
"Move! Holy Priest coming through!" Alasdair screeched as she reached her Commander. She saw the body and nodded.
Slowly, the holy runic powers began to heal and resurrect the fallen architect. Minutes felt like hours, but a slow pattern of breaths escaped the lips of Baros.
"It is done. It is up to him to wake up from his wounds..." Alasdair wheezed with exhaustion. Thorn cried into his shirt as the gentle breath of her love made her clutch him tighter.
Seeing the tough and strong Lieutenant Thorn be broken by losing the one she loved was hard to watch... how easily someone can be broken by such a mere concept of love, it made Creed tighten her fists at the thought.
"All uninjured workers, move to the fishing shack to rest for now. All the injured move to the Barracks, and every healer that is uninjured move to the Barracks with them and heal up. We have a lot of work to do! Close the gates for now! I cannot take anymore chances right now..." Creed commanded as people got their ass in gear.
"Lieutenant Thorn... take note of every dead solider that were beyond resurrection... give me the complete list so I may write to their families," Creed whispered as Thorn stood tall in her Worgen form at her Commanding officer. Thorn looked off as Baros was being taken by two guards with heated eyes.
"Baros is being lifted to the Barracks where he will rest. Now please, do your job..." Creed's vision tilted and began to darken at the corners of her eyes. Taking a shaky step away from the crowd of leaving people in the Town Hall, Creed tried to take a breath of air and felt her self suffocate on a thick iron slurry rushing up her throat.
"Y-Yes Comma- COMMANDER!"
Creed fell to the floor, the pressure on her chest and the blood loss was too much. The poison was taking effect and her breathing slowed. Phylarch's large Botani form ducked into the doorway and rushed to his 'mistress' Commander. He moved the helm from her face and was a little surprised by the gush of blood rushing out of it. He moved closer and put his head to her chest...
"Her heartbeat is fading and temperature is rising. There is a poisonous toxin running though her veins." Slowly a green glowing magic formed through his hand, a cleansing from the Everbloom, began to cleanse the poison from his mistress's body. He cleansed, but did not heal her wounds fully as he was not adapt to that.
Phylarch gently moved the bloodstained brown hair from Creed's face. Her breathing did not change too much, but she did stop her wet sounding breaths.
"Mistress..."
Hazy purple orbs cracked opened a little at the red eyes of the Botani holding her.
Cracked and bloody lips turned into a half assed smile. "We won, didn't we?"
"We did." The tree lord nodded just before Creed fainted. "Good..."