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sekhisadventures · 1 year ago

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Battle at Bilgewater

Stormwind City, Late Evening

The pub was jumping, as it always was at that hour. The day’s work was over, now was the time to rest and make merry before the next day’s labors became a concern. This one wasn’t the Golden Keg frequented by the members of Avalon, but rather a smaller one in the Trade District. A pub that catered to the many travelers who came from across Azeroth to trade goods in the city. Dwarves of course, and the occasional Draenei, and even a few goblins though their papers identified them as Steamwheeldle rather than Bilgewater Cartel of course.

They were peddling iron and other raw materials mined and smelted by the Horde… but with them acting as a neutral go-between nobody grumbled TOO much.

Into this establishment came a young woman with long red hair and a devilish grin, dressed in a fine black gown with her companion, a young man with black hair wearing a red silk shirt and black leather trousers. Despite them entering together they did not appear to be a couple, the woman flirting with many of the young men in the tavern… and much to her irritation finding little in the way of interest among them.

After an hour of fruitless attempts she scowled, then stalked to her companion. “Bugger all…” she grumbled, “I don’t bleedin’ get it… normally I’m beatin’ th’ boys off with a feckin’ stick…”

Her companion shrugged, “Perhaps just foul luck? I mean, it is quite late. Even the most amorous mortals can be dissuaded by sheer exhaustion.” he suggested.

She shook her head, “No bloody way Cenoon… this lot should be slaverin’ fer a piece o’ me… but none of ‘em is bitin’. Couple of ‘em even looked feckin’ worried when they saw me…” she growled, a very literal growl infact… some of the nearby patrons glanced around and mumbled something about a dog in the pub.

The man shrugged, looking around, and then noticing a message board nearby. Not too surprising, most any sort of places in Alliance territory had the ‘Hero’s Call’ boards to notify any wandering travellers or sellswords of work in the area… but this one held something else, “Er…” he coughed, “’Cammy…’ he muttered, nudging her arm with his elbow, "I think you may want to take a look at the notices… one of them looks, well, worrying…”

She glanced at him and stalked over to the board, scanning the notices on it… then she stopped and her eyes bulged at one in particular. She tore it off and looked it over, seeing something extremely distressing for her.

Her own face staring back at her, in an incredibly lifelike pencil sketch, along with the following:

Wanted: For Murder and Soul Theft!

The woman in this picture is a rogue warlock known as Dissonantia. She may be using the alias ‘Cammy Theo.�� She has been murdering civilians across Azeroth and stealing their souls for her own purposes. If you see this woman do not interact with her at all and inform the City Guard immediately!

Should you have any information on her activities or whereabouts please contact Magus Nelen Fullmoon residing in Avalon House, Stormwind City Old Town near the Pig & Whistle Tavern.

The woman’s jaw dropped open as her mind raced. How the fel did that drawing get made?! Jaie was the only one who saw her in this form and she didn’t think that pandaren even knew how to draw anything but stick figures!

She re-read the notice again, then felt a chill. Glancing around the room she saw that a few of the patrons she’d tried to proposition were missing from their tables…

“Oh bugger…” she whispered, then suddenly there was a clatter of metal as the door opened and a young trader from Westfall walked in, flanked by two guardsmen.

“That’s her!” he hissed to them as the guards stepped forward.

“Cammy Theo?” asked a guard, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The woman glared at him, then took a step back as she stuffed the notice into her pouch, “Who wants ta know?” she snarled as her companion glanced around the room. Mostly traders with basic armaments, likely not many warriors among them...

“You are under arrest under suspicion of murder. Come quietly or we will subdue you.” said the guard, glaring at her through the slit on his helmet.

She looked around, then growled angrily, “Oh yez gonna subdue me eh?” she sneered, then from her pouch she drew a long sharp dagger with several runes inscribed into the metal of the balde, “… good luck with that boyo.” she cackled, then slashed the air behind her with the weapon!

From outside the tavern the windows suddenly erupted with a baleful green light and screams of alarm carried out through the open doorway! A guardsman fell backwards through the window with a tremendous crash, landing on his back on the cobbles as he tried to pry a swarm of small bat-like demons off him before, as one, they exploded in a spray of acid! He screamed in pain as it ate through his mail armor, then through his skin and muscle, flailing until the foul chemicals went deep enough to eat into heart, lungs, and brain.

There was another flash of felfire from inside, a furious roar, and a loud crash of metal on metal, then the other guardsman stumbled back out the door with his sword broken in half and a huge dent in his breastplate. His hand went to his belt to pull a silver whistle from it, “D-dammit! That dwarf wasn’t kidding!” he gasped, putting it to his lips and preparing to blow into it.

“AZZY! KILL TH’ BLOODY GIT!” snarled a voice from inside as the doorframe burst outwards, a massive Wrathguard stampeding through it and swinging his broadaxe home.

The guard managed to get out a short burst, a split-second of noise, before he landed on his knees on the cobbles… and his back against the wall of the store behind him. He looked down, as if unable to believe what had happened, then looked forward to see his legs fall onto the stones before the darkness took him. After all, being cut in half makes one bleed out very quickly.

Dissonantia stormed out of the tavern, her dress torn in back where her wings had erupted through it as she changed back into her more monstrous form, her eyes glowing crimson in fury as the light reflected off the curling horns on her forehead.

“Bloody feckin’ FEL!” she snarled, hearing the sound of running footsteps. A guardsman’s whistle would summon reinforcements, a guardsman’s whistle being blown, then suddenly getting cut off would tell them it was serious!

She narrowed her eyes as she saw the torchlight back up the street reflecting off steel armor… then ducked out of the doorway as Cenoon rushed out of the tavern after her and slashed the air again, ripping another hole to the Nether!

“TORCH THE BAR!” she commanded, pointing a finger towards the door as a swarm of wild imps burst free from the portal and ran into the tavern, giggling maliciously at the havoc they were about to cause.

A moment later cries of horror and pain came from inside as several loud explosions rocked the building, the remaining windows blowing out with flames as the imps blew themselves up inside, igniting anything flammable near their bodies with felfire!

Dissonantia nodded, THAT should keep the guard busy! “Right! Azzy! Cenoon! FECKIN’ LEG IT!” she barked as she raced towards the city gates, her demonic allies right on her heels!

Behind her she could hear the guard captain calling out orders. The nearby buildings had to be evacuated, they had to send a runner to the Cathedral of Light to get a priest to extinguish the felfire (water wouldn’t do it when demonic flames were used,) and above all else… they needed reinforcements!

Dissonantia snarled and picked up the pace, her worgen agility coming into play as she raced out of Stormwind. A few guards posted at the gates tried to waylay her, and it truly was horrible what Az’arad did to them, but after a harrowing flight she escaped into the gloom of Elwynn Forest.

She growled in fury, looking back at the walls of the city. That was that, she couldn’t risk returning to Stormwind after killing several guardsmen and setting a building ablaze! If everyone hadn’t known who she was before they sure would now!

She pulled out the notice and glared at it, holding up a finger and generating a candle-flame’s worth of felfire to look at the drawing. “… who th’ feck made this? Nelen can write sure, but the bloody git is as artistic as a kobold…” she growled.

Cenoon frowned, “I don’t know Mistress Dissonantia… but this is bad. If they have copies of it in other taverns…” he murmured, stroking his chin with his knuckle. The incubus’ fingernail shone like a dagger in the gloom and was still wet with blood where a couple of the more courageous traders had attempted to detain the warlock’s companion without knowing his true nature.

“Aye… there goes our bloody easy source of souls fer anima…” she growled, then balled the notice up and tossed it into the air, snapping her fingers. The paper erupted in felfire, burning to ash in seconds. “… first they get Azzy’s fang ‘n now THIS shite?! I was wantin’ ta wait until after that mess with Fyrakk was over… but wez gotta act…”

Az’arad grinned at that, licking his long, forked tongue at the hole in his jawline where his missing fang was. He was quite eager to do something about that… loudly and violently.

Cenoon however held up a finger, “Er… how exactly Mistress? Grimo is sequestered in Bilgewater Harbor, practically next door to Orgrimmar, and the others are all in Valdrakken right under the noses of the Aspects themselves…” he pointed out.

“Aye, yez right… still, I want that goblin’s threat sorted out now dammit.” she rumbled, flexing her claws as her gown vanished in a woosh of felfire, trading itself for her Revendreth-spun robes that she favored so highly (and had modified with holes in the back for her wings.)

She thought for a long moment, she couldn’t go herself of course… able to transform or not, a worgen or human in Horde territory would stick out like a sore thumb. It’d be suicide. You’d have to be completely mad to…

She paused, then grinned, “… hmm… well, worst case scenario she fecks it up ‘n dies, but it’ll scare th’ piss outta Blamstick either way.”

Bilgewater Harbor, the following day

Grimo held his arm infront of him, looking at a device strapped to his wrist. It was round, held on by two sturdy leather straps, and was not unlike a wristwatch in may respects. “Alright Zaziki, go fer it.” he nodded.

Across the room, in the lobby of the Savage United Office (currently closed,) was a goblin man with stringy white hair, wearing robes in a deep violet with some rather unpleasant looking runes inscribed on the sleeves. The robed goblin nodded, then gestured and said a word that made Grimo visibly wince… and a second later an imp appeared in woosh of felfire.

Grimo turned to face the imp and fiddled with a dial on the side of the device on his wrist, and a moment later it let out a beeping sound. “Okay… aaaaaaaaaaand… got it, fel signature secured!” he nodded, then turned to the other man in the room.

This one was taller than that goblin, but then he was human… or at least, he was human, once. Standing there was Edwood Vargas of the Forsaken, wearing the new garments he’d earned for showing uncommon valor and resourcefulness while helping to drive back a resurgence of the Scarlet Crusade in Silverpine Forest.

Gone were his old quilted red robes, favoring now a more utilitarian look of a dark tunic and trousers, a belt with several pouches and pockets, and a large backpack stylized as a coffin. He was idly rubbing some muck off the top of the shovel he used as a magician’s stave, the undead man’s eyes looking up towards Grimo.

“Okay, Zaziki… unsummon your imp, and Ed you summon your’s.” instructed Grimo, turning to face his fellow member of Savage United.

The goblin gestured and with a woosh of felfire his imp retreated back into the Nether, then Ed focused and snapped his fingers. There was a burst of felfire next to him and the familiar form of Guzzle the fel imp appeared in the room.

Grimo focused on him, looking at the watch, then grinned. “Bingo. Its picking up that he’s a demon, but its not going off. It can tell he’s a different imp! WE GOT IT!” he nodded, pumping his fist in the air in triumph!

Ed grinned, “So now ye gotta match it to th’ fang Jaie got outta Az’arad’s gob aye?” he asked as he knelt down, holding his arm out as Guzzle clambered up his sleeve and the imp took his usual place on his ‘captain’s’ shoulder.

“Yeup, then we’re ready to mass produce these bad boys! Hmm… Grimo’s Guaranteed Demon Detecting Device? Blamstick’s Monster Finder? Official Savage United Fanclub Membership Watch?” he mused, then glanced at Edwood’s smirk and shrugged, “Eh, we’ll workshop it. But yeah, next step is we attune this to that tooth ‘n make more of ‘em using the prototype here to…” he paused at a meaningful cough.

“Yeaaaaaaaah, so… we’re done here right Grimo?” asked Zaziki as he gestured meaningfully with one hand, “… ‘cause if we are there’s the matter of payment for services rendered…” he added, raising his eyebrow at the goblin.

Grimo frowned, then shrugged, “Yeaaaaah, fine… here.” he said, reaching into his pocket and taking out a large silver coin, flicking it to Zaziki. “Don’t spend it all in one place a’right?”

The goblin warlock snorted, “One fuckin’ silver? Nuh-uh Blamstick. My time is worth a LOT more than that.” he said pointedly.

Grimo turned to face him, “Yer fuckin’ time ain’t worth squat Darkcoil.” he retorted, “Be glad I spotted you enough to get a fried kodo skewer at our old premises.”

The goblin glared at him, stepping forward as he raised his hands, “You dare talk to me that way Grimo?! I am a MASTER of the dark arts buddy! I could drop an infernal on this crappy shack you call an office any time I wanted to and blast it to pieces!” he spat.

Grimo raised his eyebrow at him, then glanced at Edwood, “Well? Gonna just stand there Vargas?” he asked.

Edwood rolled his eyes at Grimo and reached into his own coinpurse, taking out ten gold and holding it out to Zaziki, “Yeah, sorry Grimo, ain’t gettin’ inta a scuffle over somethin’ this asanine. Here, hows this then?” he asked.

Zaziki took it, then shrugged, “I suppose that will do. Be glad your employee isn’t as stingy as you are Blamstick.” he smirked before heading to the door and out onto the docks. As Zaziki got outside he looked up curiously as his large ears twitched. The guards were shouting about something, and not the usual kind of shouting.

A moment later he fell to the ground, a dagger wreathed in felfire sticking out of his temple.

Inside the office however Grimo was walking back to his workshop. He’d already gotten Az’arad’s fang out of the bank and within a few moments he’d begun attuning his device to it, scanning the fang and registering it in the devices databanks.

Edwood was still in the lobby, the forsaken man ambling to the window as he heard a commotion outside, frowning as he did so. No Forsaken stayed ali-… well… stayed around long without developing a sort of sixth sense for danger, and he could feel something outside was off. Bilgewater could be pretty chaotic, but something didn’t feel right… and then he looked through the window and saw Zaziki’s body. “Tides below…” he whispered, then he looked up and what remained of his eyebrows rose as he gripped his shovel. “Grimo!” he called out.

“Hang on a minute Ed, almost done here!” the goblin called back from the workshop, the attunement nearly complete now.

“Matey I ain’t pissin’ about here!” he shouted as Guzzle leapt to the floor and began to channel felfire between his tiny claws, his undead master held his weapon in one hand, his free hand starting to swirl with flames.

“Gimme a fuckin’ minute Vargas! Geez!” barked Grimo in response as the display on the watch flickered, then suddenly it began to beep loudly as it showed the words ‘Demon Detected!’ “Eh? It shouldn’t get that big a fuckin’ readin’ from just a tooth… dammit did I make it too sensitive or somethin’?” he sighed, “For fuck’s sake I had better not have to start all over again!” he snapped, slamming his fist down on his workbench.

The moment his hand landed the front door of the office was sent crashing to the floor as it was knocked clear off its hinges!

Grimo’s head snapped up and he slapped his hands against the buttons on his bracer. Nearby his robotic hound, the Lupine User Protection Engine or L.U.P.E. jerked up from it’s charging station and let out a synthesized bark of acknowledgement as he grabbed his gun, running into the lobby with his rifle at the ready… then stumbling to a halt as he saw what was there.

The device wasn’t too sensitive at all. It reacted because it was in perfect working order. Two people were outside the office... well, one person, and one that was a bundle of fury and muscle in a huge purple frame.

“HEY GUYS!” shouted the felsworn elf Gremori as she strode into the building, the blood of several Bilgewater Brusiers still wet on her weapons and hands as, behind her, the huge bulk of Az’arad shoved its way into the offices of Savage United. “Dis said ya got something that don’t belong to ya!” she smirked, “We’re here to take it back… and maybe a few trophies of our own. I mean, you don’t need BOTH hands, right?”

Edwood grimaced, they were in trouble. The rest of Savage United was back on the Dragon Isles. Even if they took a portal they’d still have to get there from Orgrimmar! Two of them against a rogue demon hunter and Dissonantia’s strongest demon… that was bad BAD news!

Grimo however, grinned widely. “Oh hey, perfect! Never got a chance to try this out! ED, GRAB YOUR IMP AND GO THROUGH THE WINDOW! NOW!” he shouted, smacking several keys on his bracer in quick succession.

Gremori and Az’arad looked at him, then Az’arad who was quicker on the uptake ran back to the door and squeezed through it as Edwood smashed the window out with his shovel, grabbed Guzzle, and leapt through the opening just in time for a hatch to open in the floor and a cage to pop out of the ground. It was made of reinforced voidsteel and inside of it was something Nitika would likely be very upset about if she knew it was there.

Caged there was a small, but very very VERY angry lightspawn! Grimo pushed another button on his wrist and ducked around the door to the backroom. There was a sharp snapping sound and the holy creature screamed in fury as it’s cage crackled with shadow energy, then it reacted the only way one of it’s kind could in such a situation.

Grimo called it the ‘Holy Flashbang,’ Gremori called it ‘MY EYES AREN’T THERE AND THEY STILL HURT! WHAT THE FUCK?!’ and several other much more colorful things as Grimo and his robot ran past the furious felsworn!

Gremori clawed at her empty sockets, the felfire suddenly glowing gold from the blast of holy light it took and searing her head from the inside out as the goblin followed Edwood outside into the streets of Bilgewater Harbor!

“Hah! Take that ya ugly bitch! You and that giant purple meathead!” he laughed as he looked back in at Gremori’s distress, then yelped and ducked as a massive fel-cursed battleaxe slammed into the wall above his head.

“… ah, Wrathguard got out. Shit.” he whimpered, then backpedaled as fast as his legs could carry him as Az’arad wrenched his axe free and Gremori stumbled out of the office, shaking her head frantically as her eye-flames returned to their usual fel-green.

“You ASS!” snarled the felsworn as she slid her hands into her knuckle dusters, the rune-covered metal erupting in felfire as she and Az’arad began to charge only to run headlong into an infernal as it crashed into the path infront of them.

“RUN DAMMIT! HE WON’T LAST FER MORE THAN A FEW MINUTES!” barked Edwood as he pointed toward the docks with his shovel.

“Aye! To the seas! Set sail for Orgrimmar!” shouted Guzzle, the imp flailing his gangly arms as, behind them, the Wrathguard and felsworn clashed with Edwood’s infernal. Infernals were the living siege weapons of the Burning Legion, but while Edwood could summon one he could only keep it animated for a short time… he was no summoner like Dissonantia was, his power lay in flames and destruction in short bursts!

Grimo needed no more suggestion than that, the group retreated with all haste as alarms sounded all around them. Behind them the infernal gave one last roar of fury before it’s flames sputtered out and it collapsed in on itself, reduced to lifeless stone as Gremori leapt over it’s empty shell and Az’arad scattered the rocks with his axe, bellowing wordlessly as he surged forwards.

The alarms alerted the Bilgewater guards that the city was in danger, but they didn’t exactly tell them where the problem was and in a city like Bilgewater Harbor it was hard to tell which explosions were the bad kind, so mostly it just caused a mob of panicked goblins to race through the streets as Ed and Grimo bolted for the coastline.

Three burly goblins with shotguns stumbled onto the path ahead of them and one of them pointed and called to the others, recognizing one of their pursuers as a night elf. “Hey! Lookit her! ITS CALLED A CEASE-FIRE YA CRAZY ELF! GET OUTTA OUR FUCKIN’ CITY!” he shouted, raising his gun with the other two as Grimo and Edwood raced past him.

Gremori sneered, then leapt into the air as her body erupted in felfire! The guard let out a terrified scream and pulled the trigger on his gun, a tremendous bang erupting through the area as a round of buckshot exploded towards the demon hunter.

The bullets melted before they ever reached her, and a moment later the other two guards turned and ran as Gremori landed atop their luckless buddy, crushing his spine and ribs under her weight as she entered her demonic form, spreading her wings as she hissed through long needle-like fangs.

“Griiiiiiiiiiimo… she just wants the thiiiiiiiiing… give it!” she snapped as she raced after him, clawing at the ground as she did. In her transformed state she was almost like a feral beast, tearing up the dirt with too-long arms and claws as she chased him down, her feet twisted into razor sharp talons as Az’arad rushed along next to her!

Edwood tried to keep ahead of them, but he was no physical fighter. Even alive he’d never been in the best of shape, and he began to stumble…

Grimo was pushed on by sheer terror, the captive lightspawn had been the most powerful defense he could have managed against a demon short of having Nitika herself there, and it had just succeeded in making Gremori angry!

“Matey! I… SHIT!” gasped Ed as his foot suddenly caught on a root, the forsaken going sprawling behind him as Gremori snarled and leapt.

“Ed?!” stammered Grimo as he looked behind him just in time to see Gremori pounce atop him like a giant winged nightsaber, drool seeping out between her fangs. “HEY! GET OFF HIM!” he shouted, aiming his rifle… but she was right ontop of Edwood! He had some rounds that he’d gotten Nitika to bless for him, but Edwood was a forsaken! They’d do just as much damage to him as Gremori!

“Don’t worry about me dammit! Take th’ feckin’ shot Grimo!” shouted Edwood as Gremori’s claws closed around his head.

“Dissonantia knows what you’re making goblin! Hand it over or I’ll tear his maggot-ridden head off and roast it!” she snarled. Normally she’d be overly excited for a fight, but that lightspawn explosion had HURT! She was angry now, wanting to go back to the Nether to lick her wounds… but she had a job to do.

Az’arad nodded and slammed his axe down, the blade perilously close to Edwood’s neck.

Grimo’s rifle wavered, hovering between the two demons. Next to Grimo’s ankle Guzzle whined, anxiously tossing a ball of felfire back and forth between his hands… but against a felsworn and a Wrathguard it may as well be a water balloon.

Finally, Grimo snarled and stomped his foot. “FINE! FUCKIN’ FINE! YOU WANT IT SO DAMN BAD?!” he snapped, reaching into his pack and pulling out a round object with leather straps attached to it. “GO GET IT THEN!” he shouted, tossing it towards the docks.

The demon and felsworn’s heads snapped towards it, then Gremori grinned and launched herself into the air with her wings as Az’arad snarled and ran off after the object of Dissonantia’s desire. As soon as they were off Grimo ran to Edwood and pulled him to his feet, “You good? We gotta get th’ fel outta here!” he snapped.

Edwood got to his feet as Guzzle ran up to him shouting ‘captain!’ in a high voice, the forsaken nodding, “Aye… but th’ device!” he insisted, pointing to where they’d gone.

“FORGET IT! HEARTHSTONE! NOW!” snapped Grimo, pulling his out and focusing on it.

Edwood looked back towards where Gremori had landed, but he knew it was pointless. Neither he nor Grimo were frontline fighters, and both Az’arad and Gremori had fought toe to toe with Galdia. In a direct fight they’d get torn limb from limb. He pulled his own hearthstone out and focused his will on it, the swirl on the stone lighting up a brilliant blue as the world seemed to distort around them… and with a sudden burp…

The Roasted Ram, Valdrakken, a second later…

There was a hiccup in the world as the group appeared next to the bar, Grimo collapsing with a woosh of breath as Ed sagged against the table.

“’ey! Ya be back boss mon!” came a voice as Mola’raum looked up from a bar table, seated with him were Nitika, Dareley, and Nelen.

“Finally finished the detection tool did you?” smirked the tauren, then she frowned as she saw their expressions… “Wait, whats wrong?” she asked, standing up as she drew her staff.

Edwood shook his head, scowling, “We got raided! Right in th’ bloody middle of Bilgewater Harbor! That demon hunter of Dissonantia’s came ‘n got us broadsides with Az’arad ‘n Grimo had to toss ‘em th’ detection tool to get rid of ‘em!” he spat.

Nelen looked thunderstruck at this news, jumping to his feet with Dareley, “WHAT?! Grimo, we need that thing! We have to go back after it before they can get back to the Twisting Nether!” he shouted.

Grimo staggered to his feet, then smirked, “Nah, no we don’t. Its right here.” he smirked, tapping his wrist. Wrapped securely around it was the demon detection prototype, the screen showing all clear.

Ed froze, then looked at him, “… wait, what?” he asked, looking at the goblin’s arm, “But… what did ye give ‘em?”

Grimo gave him a toothy grin, “Oh, just somethin’ I’ve been carryin’ around with me since th’ Blood War…” he replied, taking out a cigar and biting the tip off, then lighting it. “Kept meanin’ to throw it out but, yanno, never any time to clean my damn bags.”

Dissonantia’s Lair, the Twisting Nether

The portal flared as Gremori and Az’arad staggered in. Getting away from Bilgewater Harbor had been surprisingly hard once word had gotten around as to where they were in the city and the guard could mobilize properly… and had gotten word to Orgrimmar for reinforcements. They had to fight their way through the wilderness of Azshara to an abandoned warlock enclave hidden along the northern mountains to get back to the Nether and their bodies showed the marks of a battle, but they’d made it.

Dissonantia was seated on her throne, reading through one of Aartox’s old grimories with a bored expression. She looked up as she saw them come in, then stood up. “Well, yez get it?” she snapped.

Gremori grinned, rubbing at a bullet wound on her arm, “Yeah… had to crush a few skulls, but we got it!” she grinned, holding up the device.

“A belt? Huh… weird feckin’ thing ta use fer detectin’ demons… but Grimo always was a weird fecker…” she grumbled.

“Yeah, we had to threaten to kill his undead buddy… well… maybe not kill but…” started Gremori as Dissonantia walked up to her and snatched the belt away from her.

“Skip it, I’ve heard all th’ bloody jokes.” she grunted. She was a worgen, she had to pretend to be a good Gilnean soldier for years, she had heard every single joke that could be made at the expense of the forsaken during her tenure in the Alliance. “How th’ fel does this thing work? All I see is one button…” she grumbled, pressing it.

The belt buckle, a stylized horde symbol, lit up with red LED lights as she did, and a mechanical voice piped out a cheerful “I’m the greatest goblin warrior!” for the three of them.

Dissonantia didn’t stop cursing for a full ten minutes solid.

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ink-and-flame · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 1: The Violet Snail

Kinktober Day 1 Prompts: Cum Inflation (fantasy)~Gang-bang~Prostitution (actual)

Fandom: Warcraft

Tags: Prostitution, Gang Bang, Cum Inflation, Size Difference, weird dicks, slight m/m, anal sex,

Pairing: OrcM/GoblinM/DwarfF/WorgenM/NagaM

[Author's Note: I don’t really play Hearthstone anymore and do not have anything from the Mean Streets of Gadgetzan collection, but I like the idea of the premise. I see it as a sort of semi modernized noir sort of setting within Warcraft, so that is where this little story is going to be based. If I get anything wrong about the setting it is not intentional, I just haven’t read everything from the wiki on it yet.]

Nestled back on a dark street surrounded by bars and shops was a large almost unassuming building with a bright glowing purple sign. The Violet Snail was a popular tavern, mostly because it was also a brothel and had some of the best brews and entertainment to be had this side of Gadgetzan. The owners of the the tavern were a goblin and a dwarf. The goblin ran the brothel side of things, and the dwarf kept the tavern running and always stocked with brew.

Tonight's crowd was rowdy as always, but it was rare for fights to start here. There were strict rules and no one wanted to get banned, not even on a temporary basis. If they weren’t addicted to the entertainment, then it was the unique brews and snacks the bar offered. Tulvir, the dwarven owner, went out of his way to source unique brews from all over Azeroth, having many imported from far away isles. Standard dwarven brews were a staple on the menu, but the exotic brews were what kept people coming back. Always curious what would be new on the menu.

Tulvir did the same with food. Sourcing recipes from all over and working with the cooks to determine what would work and what wouldn’t. Not all food made good bar food and even some of the most delicious recipes didn’t make the cut just because they were too complicated to serve to drunk people. It also came down to ingredients, if it wasn’t something that could be reliably sourced, it wasn’t considered.

Maggie, on the other hand, dealt with the entertainment and ran the brothel portion of the tavern. The whole upstairs was dedicated to it and she had her work cut out for her most nights. The set up was clever. A patron could put in their requests downstairs, pick from a book if they were inclined to something specific. Prices were negotiated, and when the room was available they were escorted up. No one got upstairs without an escort. This kept the talent and the patrons safe.

Business was good, the crowd was a bit loud but joyful. They were being entertained by some dancers as booze was sold in bulk. The kitchen was not quite overwhelmed but working at a steady pace. It was nice to see, and Maggie knew it would be a profitable night. She eyed a couple of the tables, wondering which groups would end up looking to buy some company and head upstairs. If she were a betting woman she would be certain the table of orcs would be the first to ask for the book. To her surprise, it was the mixed table that requested it. An odd group to be sure, but there really wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen here in Gadgetzan. The naga was a little different, but he wasn’t the first she had seen in their tavern, it was just a rare occurrence.

Stepping over to the table she addressed them “Finding anything you like, we are running a couple of specials this week. We have a deal where if you book two girls the second is half rate, and we have a 25% discount on group scenes. Let me know what you are interested in.” Maggie stepped away to let them converse amongst themselves. The specials never impacted the talent, anything taken off came from the house side and rarely did it affect profits.

Glyx glanced sideways at Corbin while Vosh continued to flip through the book. "So, just wanna get two girls to double team?" he said to what was a near uncomfortably long silence. It was a stark contrast to how they were in the tavern a few hours prior.

"I'm fine with whatever. One gal, a couple, one for each." Corbin finally answered to break the pregnant pause, looking over to the orc who still thumbed through the pages. He went through it twice, and now was on his third. If there was ever a more selective person than Vosh, Corbin hadn't met them yet.

"It would be easier if I was paired with someone less… easy to unnerve." Nalzas said, his eyes sitting on Corbin with a not so subtle implication. "Will you be staying as a human, or shifting?" The naga asked curiously. Corbin was probably the most relaxed individual Zas had ever known. A very go with the flow type, but he was dangerous when his mood shifted, as rare as the situation was.

"Vosh. Vosh, pal, buddy, Vosh. Dude. Pick. Please. We don't have all night, I definitely don't got all night, and I'm pretty sure we don't have the coin for one of each." Glyx' large green ear flicked, annoyance clear on him as he was about ready to to swipe the book from their very picky friend, and pick at random.

The orc glared at the goblin, and as his hands lifted, the book was shoved over into the hands of Corbin. "Here, you can choose. We aren't exactly a normal group, and I doubt you could ask some gnome to take what we have going on."

Corbin just took it with little more than a hum, flipping pages faster than Vosh was doing. Unlike Vosh, he actually had considered their differences, and what would be exciting for them. It was easy enough to pass over several options, and with a few details to look through the profiles, it took him a great deal quicker to settle on a woman that looked interesting to him. "So." He finally said looking up. "How do you all feel about a dwarf?"

Glyx got a little gleam in his eye “Oh, I do like dwarves. They fit the whole ‘taller’n me’ thing without bein so tall that it’s a pain in the ass. She cute?” The goblin tugged the book away from Corbin and glanced at the picture. Oh yeah, she was cute. Just the kind of girl he would have hit on naturally. Clearly his friend knew what he liked. It was Vosh, the ever picky one, that needed to agree.

“What say you Vosh, ya like?” Glyx pushed the book towards the orc and glanced over to Zas. “you good with a dwarf lady, not gonna be a problem fer, eh, yer junk?” Nalzas narrowed his slitted eyes at Glyx. “Oh honestly Glyx, so crass. I am fine as long as they are. Dwarvish women tend to be rather sturdy, so I haven’t really had any issues, though it was only the one time. I am sure we can all make it work as long as Vosh is interested.”

“Yeah, it works. She looks fun, profile fits our needs. Nothing popping out at me that could be an issue. I like her red hair.” Sometimes being picky paid off, and sometimes it caused situations like this. Vosh knew it drove his friends nuts, but it was just how he was. When it came to non orcish women, he was exceedingly picky and refused to apologize for it.

Turning around he waved the goblin lady over, it would suck if they went through all this and she wasn’t even available. “Her, uh, Branwen? Yeah, her name shows as Branwen. She free? It would be all four of us.”

Maggie took the book back and nodded. “Yes, Branwen is available. I will have security take you up to the room and she will be brought in after you read over the rules for the room. Enjoy your time gentlemen.” Maggie gestured for them to follow the large serious looking orcs standing near the stairs.

Corbin picked up the little booklet with the rules and began reviewing them as the others got settled, reading aloud anything that he thought the others needed to know. It was standard stuff really. Mostly to protect the talent and to prevent harm to everyone involved. “Seems basic, I mean if I was looking for some of the more extreme stuff I certainly would not have come here. Glyx, that means you are going to have to reign it in a bit until we know how much this girl can handle your mouth.”

“I am hurt and offended Cor, that you would besmirch my very character with such slander.” Glyx stated in the most clear and enunciated speech they had ever heard, his accent completely gone for that moment. He was, of course, being sarcastic, but it did hit home as the others began laughing.

“Just, tone down the dirty talk until we know she is into it ok?” Corbin rolled his eyes and got comfortable with the others as they waited for the woman to arrive, which she did in short order, and she was far more beautiful than her picture had shown.

“Well, look at this lot. I’m Branwen, looks like I have quite the selection tonight.” She smiled at the men and was intrigued to see such an unusual group. The orc and goblin she expected, but the human and naga were curious. Still, you got all types here and she wasn’t going to question it. As long as they followed the rules, this was going to be fun. “So, who’s first, or all at once?”

Corbin stepped up, wanting to take the lead to make sure everyone got what they wanted from the evening. “Whatever is going to be easier to start with for you. I know Glyx is quite excited, but Nalzas here is a little nervous.” He gestured to the goblin and naga in turn. “Also, full disclosure, but I am a worgen. I can stay in human form if that is less strange for you. I know not everyone is, well, into it.”

Branwen looked a bit confused. Worgen were rare in these parts. They showed up, but tended not to be seen much on this side of town, so this would be a first. She wasn’t sure what he was getting at until something tickled at her thoughts. “Strange? I, hmm, ye wouldn’t mean that somethin is different?” She had heard rumors that some worgen not only were incredibly hung, but had odd shaped or knotted dicks. When the man flushed she smirked and decided to test the waters with how playful she could get with this group. “Are ye insinuatin that yer a bit… knotty?”

At this, Corbin was bright red, his face in his hands, and both Vosh and Glyx were howling with laughter. “Oh, oh I like her, she is a keeper!” Glyx chimed in and sauntered up to the dwarf. “Sweetie, I promise we are gonna make yer night it ya let us. With humor like that, this was meant to be. So, who first?”

“Why don’t we start on the bed. All holes are available as long as yer willin to use lube. No slidin in the back door dry loves, we’ll have none of that.” Branwen stripped off her simple dress. She hadn’t worn anything underneath, she assumed with a group session they would want to get to it and not waste too much time.

Hopping up on the bed she waited for them to finish talking amongst themselves and was not shocked that the goblin crawled up on the bed first. He was quite handsome. Dark hair, bright eyes, light green skin, and more well hung than she was expecting. He winked at her as he grabbed the lube. “Hope ya don’t mind me knockin on the back door ta start?”

“What position would make this easier?” Branwen paused as the orc slid onto the bed and lifted her in the air, turning her to face him and placing her on his lap.

“Ride me? That way Glyx can stand up and we don’t have to worry about hurting you.” Vosh pushed some loose strands of hair from her face, stroking her cheek with a knuckle. “That, and I want to see your face. Condom or no?”

Branwen flushed at the attention, she was not expecting this. The orc was the one she was worried about. He looked so angry, but now, there was this tenderness in his eyes she had not expected and she found herself feeling some sort of way about it. She shook her head. Condoms would not be needed. She had taken her preventatives so pregnancy shouldn’t be an issue and they had a healer on staff just in case someone caught something. She had charms as well to help prevent anything unwanted getting into her system.

“Beautiful. We’ll start slow, but you never answered our friend Corbin over there. Human form or full worgen?” Vosh wanted to make sure that consent was clear before things started and the heat of the moment could change minds. He wanted her clear headed for this choice.

“I’m curious, so let's go worgen.” Branwen smiled over at Corbin who was still flushed. Though, she had not expected for him to shift right then, and oh was he quite large. Though his blue eyes still seemed so kind even if his face was now a little more frightening.

Vosh ended up distracting her when she felt herself lifted into the air and something nudged at her entrance. She locked eyes with his as he pushed in, her’s closing first. The stretch was something, it burned just a bit, but in a good way. That good feeling just kept coming as she slowly took more and more of him in. She wasn’t sure it would fit at first, and now she was hoping to take all of him. That stretch started to feel a little too good and it was taking a lot of will power for her to sit still.

Branwen opened her eyes when she felt the bed move and saw that the worgen had joined them, off to the side a bit. It was a good thing all the furniture had been double reinforced last year. After a selection of furniture had broken, the bosses paid more to have better stuff built. Hopefully it would hold up with this group. “You ok there lovely?” Vosh asked in a deep rumbly voice, it was quiet, not quite a whisper, but close. He had turned her face to his and was looking at her with concern.

“Yes, just staying relaxed. You are bigger than I thought, trying not to get too excited. Wouldn’t want this to be over before it starts.” She smirked at the orc as she felt large hands on her hips and a warm slick nudge between her cheeks, glancing back over her shoulder she nodded at Glyx, letting him know he could go ahead. She wasn’t sure if he was hesitating for any particular reason, but sometimes reaffirming her consent helped.

“Ya got a great ass beautiful, just want ta make sure yer ready for it.” Glyx pushed his hips forward carefully, keeping the lube nearby to add more as needed. He wasn’t all that into causing pain. Yeah he was kinky, but this wasn’t really the time for it. Adding a bit more lube the goblin pushed just a bit more til he felt her relax a bit as was able to get a couple inches in. Biting back a groan and forcing himself to pause he just stood there for a moment to center himself and calm just a bit.

Corbin and Nalzas watched as their friends found a nice rhythm. Zas slithered over to the bed pushing up on his coils to be taller. Both of his cocks were out, slick with arousal and he caught Branwens curious eyes. Smiling gently at her shocked expression. He wasn’t sure how this would work out for him, but even just watching was enough sometimes.

Branwen glanced towards Corbin and saw that he too was erect and he indeed did have a rather large dick with a noticeable knot in it. It wasn’t too large one she was certain she could take if she tried, but she was curious how he tasted. “If’n ya lean up here, I could suck ye off.” She offered and caught the glances between the orc and worgen. If they were communicating she was unaware but something must have been agreed upon as she felt a gentle hand on the back of her head as he lifted up on his knees.

“Only take as much as you feel safe doing. Trust me, it will feel good regardless.” Corbin teased her lips with the tip of his cock and sucked in a sharp breath as she eagerly took him into her mouth. He had anticipated that she would be nervous, hesitant even, but no, she was already almost to the knot and he was finding it difficult to keep control.

Nalzas watched as the group found their rhythm, moving as one. It was strange and beautiful at the same time. His friends knew his proclivities and had not expressed any problems with them in the past, so he helped himself. Leaning down he wiggled closer, his long tongue flicking out to tease Branwen’s clit. He tasted both her and Vosh, it was delightful. Snaking his tongue out farther he teased and flicked along her slit and back to her clit. Vosh didn’t indicate any discomfort so he continued, his tongue teasing both on occasion, but mostly focusing on Branwen. She tasted lovely and he considered paying for a private session with her if she would allow it.

Branwen was almost delirious with pleasure. She felt incredible. Every part of her body was tingling. She was almost overwhelmed with it all. The snake tongue had been a surprise, but a welcome one and she had all intentions of exploring that more later. For now she was getting close to that edge, the only thing helping her stave off an orgasm was her focus. The cock in her mouth was just a little too big and she had to concentrate on her breathing to make sure she didn’t get too light headed, oh it was glorious though. So thick and musky, she wanted to take that knot, but simply wasn’t able to. Not yet, maybe she could convince this group to become regulars.

Glyx was the first to reach orgasm. Crying out sharply as he fought the urge to bite Branwen. She felt so good, so tight, and he continued to thrust through his orgasm, drawing out every bit of pleasure he could. They were going to go broke, he just knew it. She had enchanted the whole group, he was certain of it, and honestly wasn’t going to complain, at least not yet.

Corbin followed with a sharp moan that started to transition into a howl. He pulled back, not wanting to accidentally choke or drown Branwen with his cum. He barely managed to miss her face and his friends, who would have been annoyed but most likely would have forgiven him. Stroking himself the rest of the way through his orgasm, squeezing his knot in a way that made his toes curl. If she was up for more, he very much wanted a ride. Panting he backed off a bit to give the others space.

Branwen came hard, her core clenching around Vosh’s cock, as the orc followed close after. Nalzas pulled back allowing them to cum together. It was almost sweet, they looked like they belonged. He was a softy and a bit of a romantic at times, but there was something about this woman that seemed to have enchanted all of them. He helped brace her and pulled her gently off of Vosh, settling her safely in his coils to rest.

It took Branwen a few minutes to come back to her senses and she found herself enjoying the feeling of scales against her skin. She looked up at the naga curiously. “Ye know, yer the only one that didn’t get a happy endin, it would be a damn shame ta leave it like that.”

Zas laughed, a slight hiss in his voice. “Only, if you are certain. One or both?”

“Oh, it had better be both ye sweet serpent. I got two holes.” She glanced at the bed, “Oi, be a sport and toss us the lube will ye?”

Glyx chuckled heartily and shrugged before tossing the lube. “A’ight. Lemme get my pants on, I’ll go pay fer another hour. Eh, lets make it two.”

#warcraft fanfic #orc #goblin #naga #worgen #dwarf #exophilia

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pleasetakethis · 2 years ago

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Snowbound

Reveals are up for Monster Smash 2023 on DW/AO3, so I can share my Jaina/Lich King submission! This got me back in my WoW lore feels. Still haven’t resubbed in over a year, but the love is still there. Please heed the tags, this is not for everyone.

Pairing: Arthas Menethil/Jaina Proudmoore,The Lich King/Jaina Proudmoore Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3.3k Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Anal Sex, Forced Orgasm, Rough Oral Sex, Hurt No Comfort, Restraints, Rape, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Summary: Jaina would always try to get through to Arthas, even if he was no longer the Arthas Menethil she knew.

Read @ AO3

#jaina proudmoore/arthas menethil #jaina/arthas #jaina proudmoore/the lich king #jaina/lich king #warcraft fanfic #world of warcraft #dead dove #non-con #bri writes

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renegade-diamonds · 2 years ago

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I have an entire creation mythos already in my head for WoW. It’s super gay, and to me that is the only thing that matters.

#Warcraft #warcraft fanfic #been thinking about doing prompts again for a bit

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mothervvoid · 1 year ago

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1/1ch | 2k wc

Tyrande is angry.

#warcraft fanfic #warcraft fic #world of warcraft fic #tyrande/jaina #avoiding ur family this thanksgiving? read my fic!

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theater-of-the-mind · 2 years ago

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Prompt Fic: Rose Tinted Memories

Doing some writing practice with ficlets some prompts from this list.

AO3 Version can be found here.

“Thank you for agreeing to help.”

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“Thank you for agreeing to help.” Khadgar said, his voice was barely above a whisper. He could barely believe that his former master was standing at his side. That they would face Sargeras and the Legion together.

Fear rolled around in the Archmage’s stomach. Fear of failure, but also fear that this moment was just a dream. That, with a blink, Medivh wouldn’t be there and Khadgar would find himself alone.

Alone. Such a simple word that held so much weight and terror for Khadgar. He had been alone before, many times. He had lost so much, so many people over the years. One would think that he’d have gotten used to it, numb to it. But it still hurt now, just as much as it did when he plunged a dagger into Medivh’s chest all those years ago.

Medivh blinked. Khadgar’s words caught him a little off guard. He had been enjoying the relative silence with his former apprentice as they looked out at Azaroth from the Vindicaar. He had been so enamored with the breathtaking view of their world that he almost missed Khadgar’s words entirely.

Medivh had originally planned to leave after the defeat of Viz’aduum in the upper reaches of his tower home. He was ready to do it but that look Khadgar gave as he asked him to stay. Seeing him standing there, having come so far but still being the Young Trust, he knew under it all. Medivh’s feet were suddenly lead. He couldn’t bring himself to leave.

“I’m not sure how useful I’ll be. Your friend Turalyon says I’m a potential threat. He’s probably not wrong.” Medivh admitted.

The mention of Turalyon and the fight Khadgar had with him over Medivh made his stomach twist. His hold on Atiesh tightened a little, as they had thrown harsh words back and forth between them.

Lately, it had seemed like the universe had been giving some things back to Khadgar. Alleria and Turalyon were here. He had friends in his champions; he had Medivh back, of all things. Yet, everything was still ‘off’. Alleria and Turalyon, he cared about dearly, were very different from when they last saw each other. Both changed by void and light. Turalyon was much harsher, even allowing for his wife to be locked up by Xe’ra. Alleria was wrapped in the embrace of the void. She was colder, more venomous. Khadgar found himself worrying about her, for her sanity. She always had a mean streak. He remembered the times he used to butt heads with Alleria in the past. But this was different. This was much more dangerous.

Khadgar quietly mourned his friends all over again. That small part of himself that hoped against all hope that they’d be together again finally died. Khadgar had to wonder if the fond memories he had of them were truly real. Being there in their presence, listening to them as they spoke, memories bubbled up. Both the good and bad. Every argument he had with Alleria, his crush on Turalyon, and the pained disappointment when they became a pair. Khadgar still loved them, he still cared about them, but the three of them were more flawed than he cared to admit. He held on to his rose-tinted memories to help him get through the toughest times.

Now, that was all peeled away. Khadgar found his ironclad resolve start to waver.

“I’ve been living as a hermit for a long time.” Medivh spoke up, breaking Khadgar away from his thoughts. “Going out now and then for supplies, doing tasks for people in Darkshire. I would tell myself that it was a self-imposed punishment.” Medivh gave Khadgar a moment to let it all sink in. “I wanted to see you when I heard you had returned from Draenor…Or, ‘Outland’, as it’s known now. I even traveled all the way to Dalaran…”

The memory of that day was still fresh in Medivh’s mind. The feel of his hammering heart as he walked the streets of the mage city. The goosebumps that rose from his skin as he feared recognition, even with how unlikely it was. Disguise aside, his time was a good number of years ago. It was highly unlikely any civilian would have realized who he was, let alone a young student. Still, there may have been someone out there that could. The anxiety only grew with gradual over stimulation of everything Dalaran, from the magic flaunted about the markets to the crowds of civilians, students, and adventurers crept up on him.

It all boiled over, the moment he caught sight of Khadgar. He was being shown around the city by some eager students. He looked far older then, having a beard that went down to his knees. His hair was all grey, save for a thick streak of pure, bright white that Medivh recognized as Khadgar's signature Mullen stripe. It was him. It really was Khadgar, there and alive. Medivh's feet moved on their own, marching towards him. It took a minute for his mind to catch up with his body's actions. One of the students noticed him, eyeing him, and suddenly it all became too much. Medivh ducked into an alleyway before Khadgar could turn around to see him.

He couldn't do it. Medivh couldn't face him. So he fled.

“Honestly, I was just hiding from the world, and the repercussions of my crimes.” Medivh admitted to himself more than anything. It was a truth that needed to be said, that he needed to accept. “I separated my study from the rest of the tower, never realizing what was happening within it. That Moroes and my friends are still there, cursed and having to put up with demons and adventurers. Even now, I’m terrified of facing Sargeras, of the idea that he might…that I might…” Medivh didn’t finish. He looked down at one of his hands and found it trembling. Turalyon had raised the idea that Sargeras might try to use Medivh against them. As much as the magus didn’t want to admit it, it was a very real possibility. “I’m just a coward, Khadgar.”

“Then why did you stay?” Khadgar asked. There was no accusation in his voice.

Medivh slowly closed his trembling hand into a fist. “...I...don’t know. I was going to leave, but I couldn’t.”

“I’d like to think that if there’s one thing I understand, it’s you, Medivh.” Khadgar said with a weary smile. “You were never the type to simply do as you were told. Even back then, you fought Sargeras’ control as much as you could. I’m sure I would have been a pile of ashes if you hadn’t.” Khadgar’s smile grew more fond, he blinked and Medivh could see his eyes had begun to tear up. “I think the two of us standing here, together again, is proof of that.”

Medivh felt his face heat up. He broke eye contact with Khadgar and returned his gaze to Azaroth. “It was because you asked me to, Khadgar. I saw you there and for a moment, I saw that awkward lad the Kirin Tor threw at me.” Medivh felt his own eyes sting as it was their turn to tear up. “You’ve changed so much but you’re still ‘Young Trust’. You wanted me here and I couldn’t bring myself to say ‘no’ to you.”

Khadgar couldn’t help the blush that creeped its way into his face. He chewed lightly on his lower lip as he tried to pick out the words he wished to say.

“I’m afraid too, Medivh.” Khadgar admitted. “I’ve made so many mistakes as a leader and poor choices as a person. We’re both flawed and damaged people. But I can’t deny that I feel braver with you here, with me.” Khadgar took a chance, reached over, and took Medivh’s hand into his own. He threaded their fingers together. When Medivh gently squeezed back, he felt his heart flutter. “I don’t just want to defeat Sargeras, I want to come out of this alive with you.”

Medivh couldn’t help but smile a little. “I…wouldn’t mind leaving the tower more after this. Maybe…we could…? Ah…I…”

“I’d love to show you around Dalaran.” Khadgar said. “I know you never liked it, but there are excellent places to eat. There’s also a very famous bookshop there that has more of those steamy romance novels…”

“Dear light, you saw all of those?!” Medivh laughed halfway through the sentence.

“I’ve always known about your smut collection. I had to organize those too back when I was cleaning your library.”

Medivh’s face grew so hot, so fast that he felt a little lightheaded. His free hand rose up to cover his face. Laughter bubbled up from his chest and broke free. It was light, warm, and almost melodic. It brought a warmth to the room that Khadgar knew so well. At that moment, Medivh was lighter, more vibrant.

“Excuse me…” a familiar drawling voice spoke. Moroes had arrived, with broom and dustpan in hand. The ever loyal steward refused to let Khadgar and Medivh go off without him. Surprising them both in his ability to leave Karazhan’s tower. Moroes gestured both magi to step aside as he began to sweep up what Khadgar noticed were small, golden crystalline shards. “Honestly, you’d think people around here would know to sweep up random bits of glass. If this junk gets into their hooves, it’ll cause them all sorts of problems.”

Medivh’s brow furrowed as he stared at the collection of shards that were in Moroes’ dustpan. “Huh, so that’s what that occasional ‘crunch’ under my boots was…”

“Um, that’s…Khadgar paled as he realized quickly what Moroes was sweeping up. “...That’s not glass.”

Medivh looked to Khadgar, and then the realization hit him. “Oh, that’s the naru your moody purple friend blew up, isn’t it?”

“Y-yep…” Khadgar could hear tiny, disjointed tones coming from the shards.

“I don’t care what it is!” Moroes huffed. “It’s a mess, and it’s everywhere! Do your mage thing and help me clean.”

“Magic!? Oh no, I couldn’t! I’d never!” Medivh said as an impish smile spread across his face. “I seem to remember a certain someone telling me that magic didn’t belong with cleaning. That all you need is good old-fashioned elbow grease and--”

“Medivh.” Moroes’ voice was firm. He crossed his arms and gave the magus a firm look. “Enough of your sass or I’ll box you on your ears.”

“Yes, yes, Mother Hen…” Medivh said, his smile turning warmer. He had very much missed Moroes and was thankful to have him back. He raised both of his hands into the air and his fingers gave a loud, sharp ‘snap’.

Arcane crackled as mana flowed from Medivh and swirled in the air before shaping itself into multiple brooms. They floated off and went about sweeping and cleaning around the Vindicaar.

Khadgar would take whatever levity he could get. Being there with Moroes and Medivh was grounding. Something he needed for the trials to come, for when they finally faced Sargeras.

They would defeat him and get out of it alive, together. Khadgar didn’t need to hold on to rose-tinted memories to push him forward. There was so much to look forward to in the future.

-The End-

#world of warcraft #Medivh #Khadgar #RavenTrust #Warcraft Fanfic #Warcraft AU

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AO3 is Removing 'All Media Types' without Public Input or Announcement. What Can We Do?

What's Happening?

For those who don't yet know: AO3 and the Tag Wranglers have begun to slowly remove the 'All Media Types' tag for older fandoms. Aka, removing the 'umbrella' tag for many franchises, and forcing franchises to be split by media, or to be shoved under one umbrella that does not accurately reflect the types of fics or source medias they come from. This has been slowly occurring with no official announcement, under the pretense that things will be 'easier' to manage, or that some users claimed that the 'All Media Types' tag was confusing. This has begun in secrecy, without genuine input from the userbase, and without any public announcement. (As of 9/5/2024 9:30 AM PST) Many of us are pretty confident in AO3 staff's decisions, but the fact that this decision is not only incredibly impactful, but made without public input, has deeply violated the condition of the site as an archive... an archive of OUR own.

Current seen issues and active risks:

Removal of 'All Media Types' automatically makes fics from different sources in the same franchise a 'crossover', forcing users to consider non-crossover fics 'crossovers'. So, any fanfic that spans or implements elements from multiple pieces of media in a franchise are now considered a 'crossover', despite being from the same franchise and not a crossover.

Removal of 'All Media Types' forces users to manually search for the fics and ships they want one by one through each fandom tag in a related franchise. (Imagine looking through all the separate DC or MARVEL movies one by one).

The 'include crossovers' and 'exclude crossovers' filters are now useless, and removing genuine crossovers (crossovers between franchises) must be done manually through the filter system, which can take upwards of half an hour, if not longer, with the amount of one-off genuine crossovers that exist.

Slightly smaller franchises are being shoved under the umbrella of a single, super popular fandom. (See, Sherlock Holmes. All Sherlock Holmes media has been relegated to the tag 'Sherlock TV', which confuses users, as the tag now includes not only BBC Sherlock, which is the umbrella tag, but any works based off of Arthur Conan Doyle's original works, the 2009 Sherlock Holmes films, and the 16+ Sherlock Holmes adaptations and international TV shows... none of which are BBC Sherlock.)

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catfirebrand · 1 month ago

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The Lighthouse | Chapter 14

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26202385/chapters/152792740

Summary:

Jaina is annoyed, Sylvanas has another chat with her Minn'da. and slowly more breadcrumbs are revealed.

Notes:

Sorry guys, meant to post this sooner, I just got caught up in starting a million new BG3 characters with all the mods...

“Lirath, you’re being ridiculous—”

“I’m being ridiculous? I’m not the one my sister dragged in bleeding from the head and in the middle of an arcane seizure! That tower is bad news, I keep telling you all this, but no, don’t listen to the magister who’s more than ten times your age—”

“Tidemother’s tits, for the last time, it’s not haunted!”

“Just because you won’t admit to what’s in front of you—”

“Anar’alah, anari’a finel Lirath!”

Jaina spun, the words she’d been about to shout dying on her tongue as Sylvanas’ arm wrapped around her.

Lirath rolled his eyes and snorted. “Well then, will you please talk some sense into her, since you’re the only one she listens to? She’s insisting on going back to that Belore-damned tower already.”

“By the Tides, Lirath—”

“Elu’meniel mal alann, Jaina. He may have a point.”

Jaina groaned. “Sylvanas, not you too…”

#jaina proudmoore #sylvanas windrunner #sylvanas x jaina #fanfic #warcraft fic #the lighthouse #lighthouse au #the lighthouse's tale #sylvaina #warcraft fanfic

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eluviannaa · 13 days ago

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Thorne | 2: The Tempest

When the storm rolls in, so do the stories. The Anchor & Ink is no stranger to Boralus's seedier crowd, but when a mysterious Ren’dorei steps through the door, the night takes an intriguing turn.

The tempest rises on the ocean's breath,

A verse of beauty in the face of death,

Its coming stirs the sailor's soul,

A dance with fate, a story to be told.

Thorne is Elu’s story during BfA as told through the character, Cormac.

Previous: Anchor & Ink, Next: A Curious Coin

#thorne #world of warcraft #void elf #kul tiras #battle for azeroth #warcraft fanfic #ao3 #warcraft writing

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druidonity2 · 1 year ago

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2022 WoW x FFxiv: Mysterious old men who are very magical and also have really tall towers and have sorta weird relationship with aging.

#world of warcraft #khadgar #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #g'raha tia #Whys Kharazhan gotta LOOK LIKE THAAATTTTT It makes it impossible to sketch without making it looook like a diiick #I think these two would be friends too #They would spend time in the other's towers just researching eachother's worlds and would compair and go into night long convos about it al #this reminds me I had a fanfic idea once that it turned out Azeroth was a severaly changed Shard of the Source #That keeps delaying its own Calamity and somehow the Crystal Tower is teleported to it and they idunno gotta do something thats all i had

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uninspired--poet · 2 years ago

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Lireesa’s jaw was set so hard. Like stone. Umber. White. But her hand was so soft when it came to rest atop her own to keep her from picking anxiously at her own nails.

#sylvaina #wlw fanfiction #warcraft fanfic

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sekhisadventures · 2 years ago

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Cutlasses and Caves

Valdrakken, The Roasted Ram

Jeemjazo grinned a foxy grin as he looked over the contracts hanging on the board in the Inn. Requests for aid, offers of work, that sort of thing. Whether they were calling for heroes or commands from a warchief, all major cities had them in Azeroth. A work board for those who would do odd jobs for money, whether those involve transporting goods or gutting foes.

He had been working on his weapon training with Galdia and Dareley for a while, but both of them had been busy helping to deal with a resurgence of Fyrakk’s cult in the Ohn’ahran Plains lately, which left the former pirate restless.

As he looked through them one of them caught his eye… a request for help from Iskaara, the seaside Tuskaar village on the northern end of the island. Apparently someone had been stealing supplies and food from them late at night… the obvious suspects would be the Rothides, but nobody had died in the thefts, and nobody had seen the thieves, which suggested a sophistication the gnolls were not known for.

As he took the notice off the board he heard a voice behind him.

“Whatcha upto Jeem?” came the familiar voice of Sekhi, the vulpera shamaness walking up to him with a half-finished skewer of mammoth meat. She rather liked them and would often get them when she was at the Ram.

“Eh, thought I’d go try what I learned on a real opponent. Yer mates are good teachers, but I wanna fight somethin’ that ain’t made of wood, savvy?” he grinned, his tail swishing as Murgly Jim dozed in his backpack.

Sekhi looked over his shoulder, then frowned. She knew about Iskaara and the threats around it. This may not be the work of the gnolls, but that wouldn’t mean Jeem wasn’t at risk of encountering them if he did go. “Jeem, I dunno about that one. Th’ Azure Span can be really yippin’ dangerous…” she whined.

Jeemjazo rolled his eyes, “Ehhh, can’t be THAT bad Sekhi. I survived ten years with ol’ Saltfang, I can handle a few rotty ‘yeenamen.” he grinned back, though part of him was a bit worried he did his best to ignore it.

Sekhi cocked her head, hearing his song… but she also heard what else was going on there. “Um… ya want me ta come with ya? I mean, I could watch your back…” she offered.

Jeemjazo felt his face warm under his fur, then shook his head. “Nope! No helpin’ Sekhi! How am I gonna learn how ta fight on my own if I ain’t on my yippin’ own?!” he insisted, quickly ducking around the shamaness, and heading for the door. “You’ll see! I’ll be back in a bit with a big sack of reward money ‘n next time th’ skewers are on ME!” he grinned widely, tapping his chest with confidence before he made his way to the city’s flight master.

Sekhi frowned, the vulpera’s ears flicking a bit as she picked up the songs around her… then she chewed her skewer thoughtfully as she reached into her bag, feeling around for something…

The Azure Span, a half-day’s flight later.

Jeemjazo sat in the tent of the village chieftain, Brena, as Murgly Jim dug into a tiny cup (or a big bowl for him) of eel stew with eagerness.

“So yes, I’ve had men standing guard, but nobody has seen anyone! Even our ottusks don’t smell any attackers. It can’t be the gnolls, you can smell them from a mile away no matter what you are!” she nodded, “We… think they’re coming from the ice caves to the west, but with Wratheye and her minions causing so much chaos to the south we can’t spare the fighters to go find out who’s causing it… and we’re having to ration out less and less food every day because of the thefts. Kinook is really getting upset about that…” she sighed, “If you could just find out what and who the thieves are, we could at least know if we can risk sending our own men or need to recruit more adventurers.”

Jeemjazo nodded at her words, “Hmm… so more of a ‘scoutin’ mission’ than a ‘killin’ one.’” he nodded. It made sense, he remembered Saltfang would sometimes send a dingy of just a few pirates to scope out a village before they made a serious attempt to pillage it just incase. “Well, I suppose I could look inta it. I mean I can be pretty sneaky-like when I need ta be.” grinned the Vulpera.

Brena nodded gratefully, “We would appreciate it. Get back here with at least some idea of what we’re dealing with and the reward money is your’s.” she nodded, holding out her hand. Jeemjazo nodded and shook on it, then let Jim finish the last of his soup with a loud fishy belch before putting him back in his shell and heading out westward from the village along the coastline.

He bristled a bit at the cold, but it didn’t bother him too much. Saltfang had sailed all over Azeroth and if there was one thing he did at least get out of that, he saw quite a bit of the world. Northrend, Freeport, Booty Bay, Rachet, Gadgetzan… he did at least get ONE thing he wanted out of his enslavement as cabin boy.

His walk took a few hours, but eventually he reached the base of a huge mountain. Looking up he could see the strange purple glow of the arcane energies coming from the Azure Archive. He’d heard about it from Leza, Sekhi’s sister telling him that Nelen had promised to take her there once things had calmed down. Right now, however, he was noticing a cave along the base of the mountain, and a wooden rowboat moored nearby...

He narrowed his eyes, then drew his sword and axe as he slowly crept forward, peering into the cave… “Keep yer gob shut Jim… if there is someone ‘ere ‘n they ‘ear us, we’re fishbait.” he whispered.

From behind him Murgly Jim gave a faint, “Mrblg…” which he assumed meant he understood… or he was hungry again.

Jeemjazo looked down as he entered, his eyes narrowing.

Footprints in the snow dusting the entrance… but not gnoll ones. These ones came from someone wearing boots. Several people, given how many different sizes there were.

He crept further along, his weapons ready… moving as silently as he could…

As he got deeper in, the light from the entrance having almost faded to nothing, he saw a glow up the tunnel, and heard voices.

“… fish, eel, fish, crab, fish… can’t ye lot at least nick some of th’ soup that big one is stewin’?!” came a gruff voice, sounding rather goblin-like.

“Oh shut yer damn noise Peddlecoat! They lock th’ pot at nighttime! With FIVE locks! Those tuskarr take their soup fuckin’ SERIOUSLY!” snarled a voice that said worgen, a female one if he was any judge.

“Yeah yeah whatever… just gettin’ sick o’ grillin’ wut we steal. Shoulda just stayed in Freeport. Th’ Irontides were bloody idiots to try to plunder th’ Forbidden Reach with th’ Alliance and Horde here.” growled the goblin, and this made Jeem’s ears perk up.

“Irontides…” he whispered, “They’re pirates… must be survivors from when Sekhi ‘n her mates cleared ‘em out with th’ rest o’ th’ adventurers…”

The Irontide Pirates had attempted to sail to the Forbidden Reach to plunder it for lost dragon treasure when the storm over it had dissipated following Raszageth’s death… but their opportunistic attack had ended in utter failure when the dracthyr, aided by the adventurers who had traveled to the isles, drove them back. Most of the pirates who had landed there were killed, the rest scattering into the sea rather than face annihilation.

Jeemjazo growled under his breath. Their voices bringing back memories of his time in Saltfang’s crew… but he bit it back. He wanted to take them on, but he could hear at least four of them in all, and while he was confident he’d learned some tricks… he wasn’t suicidal. “Right, got what Brena wanted… time ta set sail ‘n bugger off…” he whispered, then he jumped a bit as he felt Jim’s flipper slapping onto his shoulder frantically.

“Jim ye bloody git, ye almost scared th’ piss outta me! Stop…” he growled, turning… then his eyes went wide as his ears folded down… and seconds later a boot slammed into his middle!

Jeem yelped in pain as he fell onto the floor of the cave, his weapons clattering away as a hand slammed down onto his throat, pulling him up off the floor. Murgly Jim had been thrown free of his shell in the impact, the murloc tumbling away near the wall of the cave. Then he heard a voice, and a chill went up his spine.

“Well bugger me sideways with an oar! ITS ME OL’ CABIN BOY REDMANE!” cackled a deep orcish voice.

Jeemjazo grabbed at the hand around his throat, his eyes huge. “Z-Zarg?!” he gasped, seeing the scarred sneering face of Saltfang’s former first mate, Zarg Bloodtusks!

“HAH! I figured ye’d have starved to death halfway to Orgrimmar, but here ye are on th’ Dragon Isles! Well good! We’ve been needin’ an extra set o’ hands around here ‘n yer’s are JUST th’ right size!” he laughed, stomping past the fallen weapons as he walked into the cavern room proper, the other pirates looking up.

“Hm?” grunted Peddlecoat, a bald goblin with a chunk of his right ear missing and a screw through the septum of his nose. “Whats this Zarg? Found a spy?” he asked.

The worgen woman stood up, she had brown fur and long fangs, and was toying with a sharp dagger. “Want me ta gut th’ little fish? I could use a new hat…” she cackled.

“Oh no need fer that Joellen…” chuckled Zarg, “He’s an ol’ matey of mine! Everyone, meet Redmane… me former Cabin Boy!”

The other pirates grinned at that. Jeem had learned quickly that ‘Cabin Boy’ on most Bloodsail ships meant ‘slave’ essentially. His treatment was far from unusual among their crews.

“Oho! Then we got us a gofer! Brilliant lad!” laughed a Dark Iron Dwarf as he stood, unsheathing his axe. “Hmm… he’s kickin’ pretty good tho… mebbe I should cut off a few toes, make sure he dunnae run away.”

Zarg grinned at Redmane, “Aye, might not be a bad idea there Cragboot… I was buried under th’ remains of me ol’ ship, but I saw what he did to our captain.” he scowled, “Ran him right through with his own cutlass, then plundered our head engineer fer his weapons ‘n buggered off without so much as diggin’ a grave…” he growled.

Jeemjazo snarled, kicking frantically as he felt his blood boiling at the memory, and the memories of Zarg’s abuse on the ship, but his weapons were across the room and Zarg’s grip was like iron! He couldn’t get free!

Then they heard raised voices outside the cave, and Zarg grinned widely. “Hear that Redmane? That’s me crew… rather, it be our crew now… yer goin’ right back to bein’ a Cabin Boy again, where shit like you belongs!” he sneered.

Jeemjazo glared, then grinned. “No, I bloody ain’t!” he barked, then his hand flew to his belt and he drew his pistol! In the gloom of the cave it went unnoticed! Zarg’s eyes widened as the vulpera took aim and with an echoing bang he shot the orc point blank in the shoulder! It was only Zarg’s reflexes that made him miss his throat!

Jeemjazo fell to the floor with a yelp and scrambled away from them as Zarg cursed and clutched at the bullet wound, the vulpera racing back to where his weapons and Jim had fallen.

“FUCKIN’ FEL! I’LL HAVE YER HIDE FOR THAT CABIN BOY!” snarled the orc as he drew his own axe as Jeemjazo made it back to his weapons. Jim was against the wall, stunned by the impact, but the vulpera left him there. Best he stay out of the melee. He quickly snatched up his weapons. Then glared at them, thinking back to Dareley’s words.

“Yer a vulpera, ye lot are fast ‘n agile. Use yer speed.” the old dwarf had said.

Peddlecoat growled and ran forward, his sword raised! “Aim…” whispered Jeemjazo, waiting for him to get close, then he blocked the sword with his axe and there was a blur of steel from his other hand as the cutlass slashed wide.

The goblin’s eyes went huge as he dropped his weapon, stumbling back and clutching at his neck as blood streamed out between his fingers, the veins in his neck severed wide! “… for th’ arteries…” whispered Jeemjazo.

The worgen roared in fury, “Peddlecoat! FUCKIN’ DESERT RAT! I’LL EAT YE ALIVE!” she snarled, charging forward on all fours, her dagger forgotten.

“… or…” Jeemjazo waited, licking his muzzle, and when the worgen pounced he rolled under her. She landed on all fours, then let out a pained yelp as his axe bit home right into the back of her leg. She fell to the floor of the cave, gasping in pain as she clutched at her ankle, the flesh cut right down to her bone as her foot shook and trembled, left unable to support her weight!

“… sever th’ tendons, then they can’t walk or stand…” grinned Jeemjazo as he readied his weapons. Two down, three to go.

Zarg glared, “Who taught ye ta fight ye bilge rat?” he growled, “Bah! It doesn’t fuckin’ matter! Me mates are right outside ‘n they’ll sort ye out soon enough! Ye can’t fight all of us!” he sneered, walking forward.

Then, from the cave’s entrance came a voice.

“Apologies, but your ‘mates’ shall not be joining you today.” came a feminine voice, but deeper than one might expect.

Silhouetted against the cavern entrance was a tall reptilian woman, her wings spread wide. “They did not care for me entering the cave after my friend’s friend entered… so I had to deal with them rather harshly.” she grinned, “Now, stand down, or face one of the Dark Talons. I assume you pirates remember us from the Forbidden Reach?”

Standing in the cave was Laurelgosa, already transformed, holding a draconic sword in one hand and a spell foci in her other. The blade of her sword already splattered with blood, presumably from where she’d ‘delt harshly’ with the other pirates.

Zarg stepped back, glaring at her… “What?! There was a dozen pirates out there! Me crew had just come back from raidin’ a trader’s vessel!” he spat in disbelief.

“Yes. There were. No more.” replied the Dracthyr. “My kind were made to combat the likes of the Incarnates and the Primalists. Do you truly think a mob of ruffians and thieves can stand against one of us?” she hissed, stepping forward…

Then, the remaining two pirates panicked. Cragboot roared an oath in dwarvish and charged forward with his axe raised as Zarg yelled a warning to him, but it was too late. Laurelgosa breathed in deep, then with a loud roar an eruption of dragon fire hit the dwarf full on! When the flames dissipated a few charred bones clattered to the floor of the cave.

The other pirate, a human man with a blunderbuss, screamed in horror at the sight and aimed his gun at her. Laurelgosa flexed and her scales darkened, shining like polished obsidian as the gun fired. She grunted and stumbled backwards, but the bullet didn’t penetrate…

“That was a mistake.” she hissed, and then she shot forward! She couldn’t fly in the cave, but she could do short jumps with her wings, enough to land infront of the terrified human and run him through with her sword!

As she did however Zarg raced around her and charged Jeemjazo! “YOU SHITTY LITTLE RAT! THAT’S TWO CREWS THAT DIED ‘CAUSE OF YE! IF WE HADN’T DROPPED ANCHOR TO PUNISH YE THAT NIGHT WE’D HAVE NEVER BEEN IN THAT BLOODY STORM!” he snarled, bringing his axe down.

But that was what did it, the memory of Zarg dragging him to the skillet so the other pirates could laugh and watch him suffer sharpened his resolve. He waited, then at the last minute he dodged, the axe slamming down where he was and getting stuck in the floor of the cave!

“That’d do a number on me Zarg, but ye gotta get yer axe free before I getcha now…” he grinned, Dareley’s words ringing true once more. Before the orc could pull it loose his cutlass stabbed upwards! “… ‘n matey, ye ain’t fast enough fer that!” he growled.

Zarg coughed, Jeemjazo’s sword had gone right into his throat, piercing it through out the back! He gasped, reaching for him as he tried to aim his hands at the vulpera's neck, but already the strength was going out of him. He fell slowly to his side, “R-redmane… you… little shit... I…” he gasped out.

“When ye get ta th’ Shadowlands, tell ol’ Saltfang I said ‘fuck ye, ye rotten ol’ bastard.’” he nodded firmly as Zarg fell to the ground. A moment later he stopped breathing, his eyes going glassy as his blood pooled under him.

Laurelgosa walked back to him, her body shimmering with scarlet flames as she resumed her visage form of Laura Brightflame. “Are you injured Jeemjazo?” she asked him.

Jeemjazo shook his head, walking over to Murgly Jim and picking the murloc up. He was a bit bruised, but nothing that wouldn’t heal. He sat the murloc back into his backpack, then looked back at Laura. “Only me pride. Sekhi sent ye, didn’t she?” he asked.

Laura blushed a bit, “She was worried about you Jeemjazo. You were going to find out information on an unknown enemy, it is not wise to do these sorts of tasks alone…” she admitted, “So yes, when you left she used our gemstones to contact me and asked me to follow from the skies and intervene if you got in trouble. When I saw the pirates landing outside I realized you would be trapped between them in the cave and… yes, I dealt with them.”

Jeemjazo sighed, wiping his sword and axe off on Zarg’s shirt, then he stood. “Aye… I should prolly thank her when we get back…” he said begrudgingly, “I’d be a cabin boy again, or dead, without yer help… thanks matey.” he grinned a bit at her.

She smiled back, then they both looked up at the sound of movement.

The worgen pirate, Joellen, was still alive and trying to crawl out of the cave. Jeemjazo’s attack had severed the tendons in her leg, but it was not a fatal wound.

“What should we do with that one?” asked Laura.

Jeemjazo looked at her, his eyes narrowing… she was a pirate, just like the ones that had tormented him all those years. Just like Saltfang who had treated him like a slave. He pulled something out of his belt, and fiddled with it a bit… “Hm… Sekhi’d probably heal her leg ‘n send her off after she promised ta leave th’ Tuskaar alone… but…”

There was a loud bang and the worgen fell to the cave floor, a bullet hole in the back of their head. Jeemjazo looked at her icily, smoke rising from the barrel of his pistol. “… Sekhi ain’t yippin’ here, ‘n I’m sick ta feckin’ death o’ pirates.” he growled, blowing the smoke from the gun barrel and sliding it into his belt once more. “… er, don’t tell her I did that though?” he asked.

Laura looked from the corpse to him, then shrugged, “I am a soldier Jeemjazo. A spared foe can attack you from behind, a dead one cannot.” she replied, then she paused and thought of Edwood and Mola’raum, “… normally.” she added.

“Well, anyways, lets set sail ta Iskaara ‘n let Brena know that they don’t gotta worry ‘bout no more thefts.” he nodded, “Fancy a bowl o’ fish stew while we’re there? My treat? I mean, ye saved me yippin’ tail.” he nodded, walking out of the cave as Laura smiled at him.

“That sounds quite lovely Jeemjazo. I accept your offer.” she replied.

The two were no strangers to death. Laurelgosa had fought against the enemies of the Black Dragonflight in ancient times, and against the Primalists in more recent history, and more of her memories of the former returned every day. Jeemjazo meanwhile, had seen his share of pillaging from Saltfang’s ship and had seen how ruthless pirates could be. Mercy was not something he would show them.

Truly, he would probably be quite the asset to the Horde Navy someday… but for now, there was Iskaara, and soup. Big Kinook’s soup was not to be missed.

#adventures in azeroth #world of warcraft #warcraft fanfic #warcraft roleplay #Dragonflight

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