Krea

You never got over it. The smells, the sounds, the pure horror of a village gone dead. She could no longer see as normal men could, but she could see with different eyes. If she could see like other men, she would see that the village was utterly destroyed. Smashed up like a angry toddler would a toy city. Bodies were strewn all over the place, hacked and chopped up. Men, women, children…the handiwork of demons. No survivors. She picked up a small doll, a bear she believed, it's owner laying not far away. She hoped the child did not suffer long, but knew the opposite was more plausible. She leaned in and sniffed at the bear. Fel, it reeked of fel.

The scent still hung freshly in the air, that meant her prey wasn't to far. The demon hunter got up as she dropped the stuffed toy, the others lining up behind her. Immediately alert. There were four of them in total. Two night elves, a blood elf…and her.
Unlike most demon hunters, who were night elves or blood elves, she was human. One of the few who survived the trials. Not only survived but thrived.
"Krea?" one of them asked.
"We head south." And she sprinted off with unnatural speed, followed by her kin. They left the village burning.

She, Krea, had red hair, cut short, and was dressed as all other demon hunters. Light leather armour, a red blindfold that concealed her mutilated eye sockets and of course her two curved war blades that were strapped to their back. The male hunters were bare chested but both her and the kaldorei female had a light leather vest on, not just to protect their modesty but it was more practical as well.
Krea allowed her senses to guide her as the hunt continued. Ever since the night of the green stars she and her order were busy, trying to track and kill every demon or sympathizing warlock powerful enough to open a gateway for the Burning Legion. Eredar, Dreadlord even Shivarra all had to die.
She knew this was just a reconnaissance mission, to burn and kill a whole village was just for sport. They needed to see which part of Azeroth was the weakest so the Legion could invade in bulk later. But the more demons killed now meant less knowledge for their leaders later.

Hours passed until they got another whiff of their prey. They were still headed south and soon enough they passed a bridge and the smell of dead trees turned to that of a living, breathing jungle. Stranglethorn, they were in Stranglethorn Vale she knew. But there was no sound of the wildlife, which meant the Legion had come and scared them off. But what did they have to do in Stranglethorn? The previous demons they faced went after simple targets to hurt the Alliance, the Horde and anyone else who would pose a threat.
The only four locations of note here were New Booty Bay, Horde aligned Zul'Gurub and the orc town of Grom'gol, and the Alliance Fort Livingston. The closest was Grom'gol so chances were-

Krea looked up, her senses telling her the prey was close. Soon enough the sound of battle was heard. She frowned slightly; she didn't know there was another village nearby. One not on the maps.
They went into the jungle and went to a small clearing where if she had eyes could see a small village. It was a strange blend of troll and orcish architecture. Orcish huts with spikes while troll watchtowers were scattered on the edges. The wooden wall was battered down but Krea smiled when she saw the large pile of demons were scattered around it, the Legion was not facing easy prey this time. This small village was filled with warriors it seemed.

Unlike the previous one of Raven Hill, which had few defenders, nearly all the Orcs and trolls fought tooth and nail and Felguard and fel hound alike fell to whatever they could get their hands on. Krea saw one young orc in particular. He was wielding a pick axe but the curious thing was, it had a golden glow on it, like a beacon of light that led the defenders. Despite their enthusiasm they were fighting a losing battle.
The Eredar they were hunting seemed to relish in killing orcs, which left his flank open to a Shadow Hunter and a few trolls who sliced his left flank to pieces. This was the moment that could break the siege.

Krea drew her blades, a gesture mimicked by her kin, and without a single word they descended upon the demons.
Where the orcs and trolls fought rather clumsily, letting their rage guide them, the hunters fought with speed and precision. Krea sliced a Felguard's leg so it fell on one knee before she leaped on a burning hut and then leaped again to slice the nape of the creature's neck. Her kind did similar tactics, short practical strikes and a killing blow.
The orcs and trolls kept fighting however and seemed grateful to have allies. Krea noticed that the Horde seemed more willing to co-operate with Demon Hunters than the Alliance. But these people were not the Horde.
"Tremble before me, orcs! Now you will feel the same pain you inflicted upon my people all those years ago!" The Eredar shouted. However as he charged up another fireball, the orc with the pickaxe leaped and slammed it into the demon's forehead. The large demon fell down as the fel essence left him. The orc pulled his pick axe free and went towards the next enemy." Lok Tar Ogar!" he shouted." Show them we are scarier than THEY are!"
A battle cry went up in orcish and zandali. Like a thunderclap several lightning strikes came down on some felguard that struck them dead. Shaman magic.

"That orc killed a Eredar with a mere enchanted pickaxe?" one of her demon hunters asked.
"Lucky strike." Another replied.
"Focus." Krea urged." The battle isn't over yet."
The sindorei hunter ran up a tree, did a backwards flip and slammed her blades into the last felguard's neck. He had a slight smirk when he spoke." Now it is."

"I hoped Master Illidan's training had killed your feeble attempt at humour, Cailu." The male night elf said.
"Maybe yours did when you licked his heels all the time, Sindweller." The sindorei replied as both began to bicker. The female night elf, Alandien, looked to Krea. Even with both having no eyes, they did roll. Men. Krea nodded a little before they all faced the surviving villagers.
The one with the glowing pickaxe walked over to them." Throm ka, strangers. We thank you for saving our village."
Cailu did his signature smile." We merely rounded up what demons you left us, my friend. We're glad to be of assistance….?"
The orc smiled." I am Thazz'ril, son of Thorgal. He is the chieftain of this village."

"Well one of them anyway." A older orc came down with a sad smile. He had the look of a worker but walked like a warrior, he had a series of bones that served as his necklace. He placed his axe and shield back on his person as he went to greet the Demon Hunters. With him was a female troll, the Shadow Hunter from before. Guessing by her glowing eyes she was a Zandalari. Upon closer inspection she saw several troll tribes. Forest, Jungle, Sand….what were they doing here with orcs?
Things got even more confusing when a old Taunka came down, leaning on his cane and panted exhausted. Their shaman, she immediately saw the elements that blessed him. But she also saw his heart was beating very weakly. He had not much time left in this world.

Krea kept her attention on the man' son as well though. She looked at the young orc, the glowing pickaxe obscured it from afar but up close she could look at him all the clearer. He had vibrant colours, strong and alive. She, and her other kin, immediately knew Thazz'ril was not related to Thorgal by blood.
They kept that to themselves however. There was something about this 'golden' orc…

"This one reeks of destiny." Sindweller said.
Thazz'ril smirked a little." Well, I didn't bathe for a week so…"
"Something you will do before we leave tomorrow." Thorgal said." This is the 3th attack this month." He turned to the Zandalari." Saeeta, we have to consider moving to Orgrimmar."
The troll shook her head." We can't, Thorgal. Ya tink Vol'jin be willin' ta forgive ma people?"
"And dying here from a demon attack is a better option?!" the older orc retorted.
"Thorgal has a point." The taunka said in between gasps." We cannot stay here…anymore."
"Ya both become craven since Hurka died." The Zandalari spat.
Thazz'ril looked at the demon hunters before he stepped in between his father and the Shadow Hunter. "Urghm, father, aunt Saeeta. Why don't we argue later, when company isn't involved?"
"A wise…proposal." The old taunka sat down on the dead Eredar with a tired gasp.

"In that case, how about we treat our guests with some food and drink?" Thorgal asked.
If Krea could blink, she would've done. Demon Hunters were shunned in most societies, to have been treated to a feast was rare. She couldn't even remember the last time she went to a feast. Wait, yes she did! It was the Harvest Festival, she and Tomm-NO! She could not remember him. She was no longer that. No longer weak.

The feast was somewhat weak, the attack having demanded its toll on the hunting. But still several boars were roasted, accelerated thanks to troll magi, as grog was shared aplenty.
Krea sniffed the drink before she put it back down and went for the water option instead. If she wanted pure alcohol, she would've asked for that. The snoring alerted her that the old taunka had fallen asleep, she would've been surprised he would ever wake up again.

She herself did not speak much, she left that to Sindweller and Cailu. For a village that didn't want to be found, they were quite open.
Chieftain Thorgal was one of the three leaders of the village with Saeeta and Mulkor representing the others in the council. Apparently this village was formed by the three after they were displaced by the True Horde conflict fifteen years ago and decided to settle in Stranglethorn's jungle where nobody else really came. Neither the Alliance or the Horde seemed to know they existed which was fine. They bartered with Booty Bay but that was it. More than that Cailu couldn't get out of them.
Krea knew that they were hiding a secret but the question was what? It wasn't treasure and the layout of the village suggested they moved previously since the huts were easy to take apart and later on put back together. The wall and spikes were probably placed because of the demon attacks. There was a mine nearby but that was it, nothing valuable. The only thing she could think of that was important was Thazz'ril. He was just a miner he claimed, but the way he rallied those people in the hour of need, the golden glow… There was something about him, he did smell of destiny but what kind?

After the boars were eaten, and after Thorgal and Saeeta had a loud shouting argument, both came forward.
"First off, we want to thank you for your assistance earlier." Thorgal said." We shed blood together, that makes us brothers in arms."
"Without ya, we be dead." The troll added.
"We however have another favour to ask you." Mulkor rasped.
"As long as you stop speaking one sentence at a time, that would be great." Cailu smirked.
"We can make no promises." Alandien said.
"But we will hear you out. Maybe help. Depends what you ask." Krea spoke.
"Then let's cut to the chase." Thazz'ril said." We would like to ask you to escort us to Booty Bay."
Thorgal nodded." I have friends still in Orgrimmar who might take us in…we're not safe here and Booty Bay is no place for our village. If we can get to Booty Bay and purchase a ship to Bladefist Bay or Ratchet-"
"Done." Krea spoke, much to the surprise of everyone including the other hunters.

"We…really?" Thazz'rill blinked.
"Yes." Krea replied." We will leave in the morning."
"Dat be good." Saeeta replied." Thank ya."
The council of the village bowed their heads and left the hunters be.

Sindweller turned to Krea." Is this the fabled human impulsiveness I keep hearing about?" he asked." Lord Illidan commanded us to hunt down demons. Not posing as bodyguards."
She turned to see Sindweller." The boy has a destiny to him, I believe he will find it in Orgrimmar."
"The boy?" he frowned." What' so special about him."
"Agreed." Alandien said." There is nothing unusual about him."
Krea frowned." You must be jesting, I can see him. Fate has something in store for him."
Cailu nodded." Yes, I am surprised you two don't see it."
The two night elven hunters shook their heads." You are young, you haven't seen the horrors we've seen. Hope being snuffed out. There is only pain and suffering."
"Maybe that is why you don't see." Krea replied.

Eventually the Kaldorei relented and agreed with Krea. They would escort the village to New Booty Bay and no further. They had to hunt more demon after all.
As the other three slumbered, they were given their own hut by the council, Krea sneaked outside of the hut and the village. The sounds of the jungle nightlife came to her, a welcome reprieve from the silence from before.
She went away from the village, passed the sentries, into a small clearing. She cleared it out leaves and the like before she knelt down. This place would have to do.
She took out a small dagger and cut herself as she drew a rune on the ground from her own blood. She gathered her thoughts of the past few hours and piled all her memories into a 'box'. She then visualized her master's face. Two long horns, a blindfold like hers, large wings behind him, purple skin…
She send this 'box' to him along with three words.
"I found him."
She remained knelt down on the ground until the sun came up when the reply came.
"Keep watch."