Rohh Fireclaw. The monk from Azeroth, journeys to a whole new world, only to make it his new home.
My name is Rohh Fireclaw, I am an Ash Karran monk from Azeroth, seeking peace in the world. Through my many trials in my life, I began showing people their true path. So they do not have to go through what I had to throughout my long life. I am said to be one of the most skilled on Azeroth, but I'm sure there are many who are better. Most likely a Pandaren. I may seem human at first, but truly...I am a Worgen. This is the story of a large chapter of my everlasting life. The story of how I found my new home, Equestria... and became its new protector.
This autobiography of sorts. has been written in the perspective of my past self. Otherwise known as first person. Enjoy.
I had sat in my library, alone of course. Reading my books as I always have. Currently, I'm reading one of my favorite books. It's called, "Walking My Path. "I've re-read it many times. It's a true story about a man trying to find out who he is, and what he wants to be. All he'd known was being a soldier and when the Second War ended, he did not know who he truly was. After he had lost his family by the hands of the brutish orcs, he had considered ending his life there by his own sword. But, he saw a bright light as if it was from the titans themselves and it told him to stop and think about what he was doing. After he had realized how wrong his current thoughts were, he had gone on a long journey throughout Azeroth to find out who he was. It was a very captivating experience to read about all his travels and the different cultures that he had visited. Except of the ones sided with the horde of course, that would be suicide all over again
My name is Rohh Fireclaw, I'm still young, about the age of fifteen judging by my last and recent birthday. I've been a lonely child growing up, a sick mother and a neglecting father. My mother currently has a horrible disease that causes high fever, nausea, and dizziness. I know not the name or what it is. What I do know, is that, if we cannot find the proper doctor soon. I may loose a parent. My father is often busy with his business, being the owner of the biggest fishing and weapon supplying company in Gilneas. I know, strange combination. He was rarely home but when he was, he would always shun me away and return to whatever he was doing, I don't even know what he does because I never talk to him. He doesn't let me. I suppose I still respect him though, he is a hard working man after all.
I am almost always in my library when I'm not in school. My library has been my true parent and teacher. School was always too easy, for the things they teach there is often something I learned two years ago. This is the largest private library in the northern kingdoms.
I am writing this now as a sort of auto-biography, it speaking of myself in the past, but it also being in first-person. But, we will get to that later. For now, just enjoy what I have to offer you.
November 24th
I sat in the schoolhouse listening to the teacher, answering some questions, but I do have to let some of the other children have a chance. Assuming all of them actually studied. By the time it was the time for all the children to retrieve their lunch-boxes or bags, I had been wanting to speak to my friend, Roventon. A bright young lad the same age as I am. We had much in common, some would call us insane, we call each other normal. Roventon always had an interest in weapons and armor. While I had always had the interest in science. So we would always get the practice swords and I would show him things about them and he would show me. To us this was fun, but to others, it's just another school outside of school. I had met up with him under a tree in the yard behind the school, we were just on the edge of the school-grounds so we wouldn't get into trouble. We both sat down and opened our lunches, inspecting what was prepared for us. "Ugh, Sigfreid made me another fish sandwich." Roventon said. "Well, I had made a special order with my chef Douglas. Fox meat cooked with special Peacebloom seasoning. "I said to him, showing him the meat prepared on a plate. Roventon rolled his eyes at me and began to eat, so I did so too.
After a couple minutes of eating I finally asked him what I had been wanting to ask all day, "So, what job are you going to take next year? "Roventon finished chewing and said, "I'm most likely going to go under apprenticeship with a blacksmith. You know my fascination with weapons and armor," I nodded and thought for a moment, "I'm most likely going to be one of two different things a scientist, or a guard. I have yet to really decide. Though, becoming a guard would take a long time of training, and so would a scientist. I would most likely be of age by the time I fully become either of those." Roventon nods at my answer, seeming to approve.
We both finished our lunches and packed them away, we then had to go our separate ways since we are in different grades...me being 2 above him. We said our goodbyes and returned to class.
Nothing else interesting happened today, except that one question and answer stuck in my mind all day. When I was leaving school to walk home and return to my library. The whole walk I thought to myself 'Is that really what I want to be? I'm really not sure.' I'll have to think more about it later, for I have other issues on my hands, like getting home safely.
December 27th
My mother's sickness has gotten worse. She no longer on occasion can leave bed and she can barely keep her food down. I'm really beginning to worry. I can't even read, because all I do is worry about her and if she'll be all right... We did find a doctor but he will come tomorrow, since his schedule is very busy today. I just sat there in my library, in my favorite reading chair, thinking very deeply about what will happen. I've learned so much about disease from my library, but even it contains no information on the one she has, it was a mess from all the searching I had done. I'll clean it when this is all over, no matter the outcome.
I walked to the window, it was raining, again. Here in Gilneas our skin is as white as a pearl due to the lack of sun. It was almost always clouded in the sky, and even more often raining. Gilneas is a very dark and depressing place to live in, though being born here, you tend to get used to it. I returned to pacing in the mess of my library, perhaps cleaning it now would keep my mind off my worries, I needed to re-shelve anyway.
I got to work, it took me hours upon hours to finish, it being night I decided to go to bed.
December 28th
After a very sleepless night of deep worry and concern. I got up and had my pre-prepared breakfast that I always have sent to my library. I ate it and sat there for a while. The doctor arrives and I can hear him walk into my mother's room, my library being right next to it, I could hear everything they say.
After a few minutes, I finally heard the doctor tell the news to my father. They were not good. I was devastated hearing the news. She will most likely be gone in one month...I had cried for at least an hour in my chair. I loved her, before she had gotten her disease, she was the only one who was there for me when I was young. By the time I finally calmed down and sat there in silence.
After a while I began looking through my books again, primarily in the health section, searching, searching, searching...a ha! I may have found something! I pull out the book and look inside, scanning through the pages until I find one of interest. By the Titans I found one! "Garrock's disease...that is an Orcish name...damn those bastards!" I read on, the symptoms specifically, no known cure, but treatments are available. Perhaps if I studied these treatments... I can synthesize a cure.
I immediately leave the library and head down to my brother's lab. Ah yes, my brother. His name is, oddly enough, similar to mine. His name is Ronn he is two years younger than me, but an absolute genius in alchemy and engineering. He's taught me much about compounds, and mixtures. As I walk in, I nearly yell to him, "Ronn! I've got something that they be able to help mother!" Ronn looks at me with an interrogative face and asks, "How did you manage to do that? We don't even know the name of this disease." I laugh at him for a second, "I do know the name, it's called Garrock's Disease, it is from Orcish origins. I figured if we studied the treatments, we could synthesize a cure for it." Ronn stops to think for a moment, "Well from what I heard though, we only have one month to do something that often would take years to do."
I nod and put the book down on his lab table, having the page open that explains the treatments. "Is it not worth a try to save our mother's life?"I ask him as he looks them over. "I suppose, but this will take all of our time, no reading, and no other experiments. Only this research," he says after he finishes reading. I nod and we both begin work, I go and tell the caretaker the different treatments and how to do them. Meanwhile, Ronn would be trying to figure out in what ways should he experiment first.
January 20th
We almost have it! After so much hard work we are finally close, but as time went on, mother has gotten worse. The fever is reaching up to 105' and she can't even move her body without being overcome with dizziness. We worked hard and fast, it being almost a month since the doctor had diagnosed her time limit. I was as worried as I was going to get when we worked, barely even being able to focus. I could tell Ronn was similar, I could see his hands shaking as he works, dropping paper, nearly breaking beakers. I hope this all works out well.
January 22nd
We have it almost finished, we just have to wait for it to finish heating up and we will have saved our mother! But, she is fading fast, today, we could tell was the last day, if we do not succeed...She will die. After a few more minutes that felt like hours, it was done. I ran over and grabbed the serum and syringe.
I ran up the stairs, Ronn following along. We burst through the door to my mother's bedroom and...her lifeless body was resting on the bed, unmoving, not breathing, dead. I restrained myself from destroying the serum and put it in my pocket, both me and my brother walked over to the bed. We had both cried over her still warm body, letting out emotions escape ourselves, but deep down inside, I knew it was worse for me.
My father had always taken a liking to Ronn, they are fairly close. It's horrible, it's not even like he's my own father, I haven't talked to him in months not even a 'Hello.' My mother was the only true parent I ever had, and now she is forever gone...
4 years later, October 7th
Ever since the war between Gilneas and the rebels, I have been alone, my father had fled to Lorderon and took Ronn with him. Roventon has gone missing, he just vanished off the face of Azeroth one day. I finally decided to become a guard, to protect those who need protection, ever since what happened to my mother, I never wanted anyone else to ever have to experience anything of the like. I want to protect them, so their family does not go through what I did. For nearly a year, I went into a deep depression after her death, sealing myself in my library, even more than I normally did, locking the door and staying quiet. Feeling lost and alone, I enlisted in the Gilneas City guard once I was of age. Perhaps this time, I can actually make a difference...and not be too late again...
With the war against the rebels raging, the guards have been put on high alert, I've been on gate duty for a few hours now, my shift should end soon. One good thing about this, is that it gives me time to think. I thought about the war, Roventon, the only friend I ever had. I also discovered my love for coffee, after thinking about it so much I finally tried it and loved it. My shift ended and I switched out with another guard. I walked back to where the barracks were in the city. Lately, my reading has slowed down a bit, due to training and guard duty, but I do what I must, put my desires aside to protect others. Sometimes I just want to yell at the world for how corrupt it is but, all I can do is whisper to myself...
"Rohh! Your late for your patrols! Get your ass out there before I have to give you 30 whip lashes!" I hear the guard-captain say. I quickly salute and rush to go start my patrol. I leave the barracks and I walk through the cobblestone streets, enjoying the kind of, dark beauty of Gilneas City.
After two hours of patrolling, nothing of interest happened, things have been strangely quiet for being a time of war, but I suppose it just makes my life easier.
After I finished my patrol, I headed home, to my library. Alone in the dark with nothing but candle light, reading my favorite book...
October 5th
I was up all night finishing the book for the sixteenth time, I set it down on the little lamp table next to me. But that was odd...I saw a strange glow in the distance coming from my window. I stood up and walked over to it to find Gilneas City was under attack! Damn rebels!
I had left my home to go to the barracks and get my gear, rebels were everywhere! Fighting the guards and burning the buildings, by the titans they are attempting to take over the city! I ran, but making sure to stay out of sight, I eventually reached the armory to find two of the rebels collecting the gear. Good thing they had not taken my things, I managed to grab a longsword without them noticing. I crept up behind them and stabbed one through the back and through the stomach. They other one was surprised and pulled out his weapon. He swung his blade downward at me but I deflected it out of the way and kicked him in the gut. He stumbles back and hits the stone wall and charges at me, going into a full blown lunge at myself. I just barely moved out of the way, seeming to know he was going to do that. I sent my sword up, removing his hand then I stabbed him in his abdomen.
These were the first lives I've ever taken away...I cannot think about that now, I need to go help the citizens. I rushed over and grabbed my armor, putting it on piece by piece. I put the face-mask on and tabard. I then took my shield and ran outside. The captain was no where in sight, either dead or somewhere else in the city, it was just me, my comrades, and the rebels. Suddenly something told me a man was attacking me from behind...I had spun and shield bashed a sword that was lunging at me from behind. I then kicked the man in the gut and stabbed him in the back as he was bent over he fell to the ground dieing as I rushed off.
What was this? What had told me he was coming? This is strange, for now, I can use this to my advantage and not even bother why it's here, but thank the light for it coming now. I continued running down the streets, taking down rebel scum as I go. I then reach the northern gate, I see two men engaged in mortal combat on the wall above.
Then I realize one of them was the captain! I have to go up there and help him! I run to where the entrance to the walls were and start running up the stairs. By the time I reached the top. The Captain had fallen dead in front of the mysterious soldier. He turns around and looks at me through his plated helmet and charges forward. I pull out my sword and knock his to the side with it. I send the top edge of my shield at the back of his head, he ducks under and turns, swing his sword up at me. I lean back and the sword barely flies in front of my masked face.
We both step back. I say, "You fight well for such scum like you." He chuckles and replies to me "For a motherless son of an ogre, I suppose you aren't so bad as well." After he says this, I snap and charge him, swinging my sword down, yelling in rage. He spins and hits me with the flat of his shield.
I fall on my face on the hard stone, he is about ready to thrust his sword into my back, but I turn over and sweep my feet, I bring my shield in front of my face, he falls on top of me, his helmet protected head smashing into the shield. I quickly push him off and stand up, trying and failing in recollecting my sword.
As I was picking up my sword, he already swung his, in some sort of strange reflex, I front flipped and kicked the blade from his hand, sending it way into the air, I had landed and spun, sending two palms to his chest, knocking him back onto his back. I had caught the sword and threw it straight into his heart like a spear.
Then I saw...his helmet had fallen off. It was...Roventon?! What?! NOOOO! I rushed to his now lifeless body. Pulling the sword out and holding his head up. "I'm so sorry, if only I'd known it was you!" I would yell at his lifeless body, "I'm sorry!" repeadingly while shaking the body, I had broken down into nothing but a torrent of endless negative emotion. I cried over Roventon's now dead body. Roventon's now dead body. The one last person I cared about died, rebel or not he was still my only and best friend... The fires burn around me, but I didn't care for these few moments, I could hear yells and cheers of victory, we had clearly won this battle and defended the city. I gently lay his body upon the stone and walked back down the stairs, to the barracks, as a I walked, nothing but sorrow filled my mind, even as the blazing fires raged around me.
Explosions, yelling, screaming for help, all muffled to my own thoughts of guilt, self-pity, and regret. I eventually reached the ransacked barracks and put my armor back in its place. I then left and returned home, it being one of the few places unscathed by the battle, due to it being so well defended.
I walked into my room and got into my night clothing and went to bed.
October 15th
My father had returned from Lorderon after the battle, but Ronn not coming with him, it seems he wants to help fight for the Alliance. So, he is living there with my uncle Benford.
I could hear yelling from my father's study, one of his advisors had come. It seems to be really bad for him to raise his voice this much. Then crashing is heard. Is he drunk again? I go and open the door just a crack, only to have it fly open and send myself across the room and hitting the floor fairly hard.
I look to see two guards storming in to grab me. I quickly stand to my feet and run to the back of the library, pulling out a hidden sword. I didn't even know why they were attacking, so naturally, I defend myself. The first swung their sword in a downward cut at me, I spin to the side and send my blade to the back of their knees, directly cutting the tendons and making him fall over, I then stab him in the chest while he lays on the ground.
I grab a book from the shelf and use what I've named my sixth sense, to throw it at the man, the book opening and paper cutting his neck, causing him to loose a lot of blood and die.
I looked to the door and guards then just come pouring in and practically tackle me, binding my hands behind my back with ropes. They force me to stance and out to the hallway, next to my father, who is also in bindings. He says nothing to me, even after I asked what was going on. He just looked ahead and remained silent, that bastard, I hope whatever happens, he gets the worst of it.
They had led us to the Market Square, were a scaffold was, and two nooses were hanging on it, the trap doors being under them...this was an execution. I had become worried as I was shoved up there. There was nothing I could do though. I had been put in my designated noose and strangle enough, Genn Graymane walked upon the scaffold and spoke to the crowd of people.
"Citizens of Gilneas, these two men are hereby charged with treason! Halford Fireclaw, accused of trading with both the Horde and the Rebels, disgusting pig of a man I say!" The crowd cheers in agreement and he continues, he points at me and yells out to the crowd, "Rohh Fireclaw, accused of being an accomplice, the murder of the guard captain, resisting arrest, and the murdering of two guards! These horrible monsters we call men have been sentenced to death!" The crowd cheers with excitement, the executioner walks to the lever that controlled the rope of my father's rope and trap door...he pulled the lever and my father choked to death...good riddance. I hope you find yourself in the darkest void of the twisting nether you neglecting piece of shit. The executioner walks over to the lever next to me, but as he does so, my head begins to buzz and throb, I close my eyes as it hurts. I then kicked his arm just as it touched the lever and broke the elbow, I removed the noose from my neck and slid between my dead hanging father and the executioner, crossbow bolts rained down on everything...except me.
I got up and ran, it was a little hard due to the restraints, but I managed to be faster than the armored guards. I always did train harder than everyone else. My sense would warm me of incoming arrows, bolts, anything, it was amazing and scary all at the same time. A guard tried to intercept my path and he swung his sword in a downward arc at me. My sense did it's thing and I spun and slid on me knees, going backwards, I bent forward and the sword cut the rope off my wrists. I quickly stand and kick him in the back, to force him into the rest and slow them down. I ran, getting close to the Eastern Gate.
While I was running, I did something I never thought I could ever do. I caught an arrow and threw it back at the archer, killing him, it got him right between the eyes. It was like everything moved in slow motion, that arrow, coming at me, I saw it slowly creeping toward me, so I acted, and that happened. I kept running and eventually reached the stairs to the wall. I climbed them with the guards closely following. I reached the top and ran along the top of the large city walls, only to be cut off my more guards.
I looked in both directions with only one option left, I hopped on the fence and jumped out of the city, taking the 70 foot fall into the water, keeping myself as straight as possible. I made it in the water and they lost me. Sadly, I'm not the best of swimmers. I struggled but I eventually reached the muddy land that lead to the forest. I lay there on the wet mud and rested, I was now an outcast, and exile. Something that suits me rather well...time to start my journeys in the forest.
I stood up, stretching my muscles as they were sore, from both the fall and the fighting. I sighed when I saw how steep the rocks were and began to climb up the rocks that lead to the Northgate forest. Once I reached the top, I took a second and bent over holding my knees for support, breathing heavy breaths. I then stopped my resting and took off my shirt, the water would make me colder. Also, due to the extra weight, it would slow me down and make me expend more energy. Which would be bad if I were to get into a fight with a woodland creature.
I slung the white shirt over my shoulder and began to walk into the forest. Just my luck, it began to rain even harder, a complete downfall, you'd think it was a thunderstorm, but it wasn't.
I walked for nearly two hours, searching for good shelter. I found an open area with plenty of small trees around for me to gather firewood and leaves to create a cover, or a makeshift pillow. After about an hour and a half of nothing but gathering sticks and leaves, I had manages to form a fire, and a makeshift tent made out of sticks, with leaves covering so the rain does not get me wet while I sleep. I also had to sacrifice some of my 'tent' to cover the fire to keep the rain from making it go out, but also so nothing would burn that isn't meant to burn.
I noticed it was beginning to switch from day to night, I was hungry. I thought about hunting, but that would take too long, i'll just have to find breakfast in the morning. I lay down to rest in my makeshift bed.
October 16th
I barely got any sleep that night, all the noises of the wild creatures, beautiful, but frightening. Hearing the sounds of all the bugs flying around me made it worse though. Eventually morning had come and I got almost no sleep. I suppose that was okay, but I need as much energy as possible if I am to survive. I got up and grabbed a loose stick, one that was sharp, and strong. I then took my journey into the forest. I searched for about an hour, when I spotted an orange fox. Perfect. I went around and snook up behind the creature. I took the stick and threw it like a javelin, using this strange new sixth sense, aiming was a breeze. The stick hit right on target and went through the side of the fox, I quickly ran up to it and broke its neck to end its misery.
I dragged the body back through the forest and made breakfast. Fox meat was one of my favorite kinds of meats. Just something about the taste I've always liked. I sat there and ate for a while, filling my stomach and enjoying the sights of the wilderness. I kind of wished I had a book at the moment, so I could read with nothing but peaceful noises around me but, this is almost just as good. After I finished my food, I attempted to try something my books had taught about, meditation. I managed to meditate for the rest of the day.
October 23rd
A week had gone by and I had gotten good at this Meditation. It helped keep my mind at ease. I sat there looking around at the forest until I saw something...a dim light in the distance, coming from the path that leads north. It began to get brighter and brighter. Then, I saw the light source...guards. They must've sent a scouting party to look for me...
My sense went off and I leaned forward, a longsword swishing right over my head. I leap to my feet and got into probably the worst fighting stance ever. I had been surrounded by at least 5 of them. If I can get a weapon, I may be able to handle them.
One charged from behind and swung his sword down, I spun to the side and grabbed him, using the momentum I threw him toward one of his comrades. I could really get used to this sixth sense, maybe i'll come up with a name for it. I spun around and sent my own fist downward straight to a sword being swung at me, I hit the hand of the guard and knocked the sword from his hand. I Kicked him back and picked up the sword, getting into my fighting stance. "Have at thee!" I yelled at them, they look to each other a little nervous but attack anyway.
The one in front charges first, swing his sword down, but I deflect it out of the way and punch him, causing him to stumble away, I lunged forward and stabbed him in the back. I then pulled my sword out of the now dead guard's back. I turns and leapt back, avoiding an incoming sword, my sense goes off and I jump toward the guard, sending my sword forward and poking/stabbing him in the neck. I land and turn to the three. One missing their weapon. They all look fearful. Then, a man from the shadows appears out of no where, the strange man throws a strange herb into my eyes. My vision blurs and I trip, falling onto my back, I could only hear the sounds of hitting, bones breaking, and men screaming in pain.
My vision then clears up, the rest of the guards on the ground unconscious, various limbs bending the wrong way. A rather old man was standing above their bodies, he walks over to me and offers a hand. I take it and stand up, I ask him, "Who are you?" The man puts a hand on my shoulder and says, "I am Harold Reyton, I assume you're an exile too? Taking refuge in the forest, like I have."
I nod and I offer him a seat near the fire. He explains how he was exiled, he was accused of a murder against a noble he had not committed. He had no proof and they banished him from Gilneas. Little did they know he's been hiding in the forest the whole time.
We get into a conversation about combat, after a long discussion about swordsmanship, we begin talking about Martial Arts. He offers to teach me and after I think about it. I eventually accepted his offer. Little did I know, this would be the rest of my life...that I knew of...
5 years later, February 21st
Harold Reyton, my master in the art of Ash Karra, I had reached the level of what I assume is Adept. He taught me how to make the most of my Wolf Sense, as I began to call it. I gave it that name due to my first name translating to Wolf in the language of the elements, Kalimag. The training I had received over the years made my body physically superior to that of two normal men, strong and agile.
My master had to leave Gilneas and travel to Stormwind to meet up with some old friends. So I am left in the forest by myself, and today, I'm getting into Gilneas City, and taking care of some unfinished business with the king...
After about an hour of running through the forest, I reached the North gate. Two guards with crossbows were standing up on the top, alert for any intrusions. I walked forward in plain sight toward the gate. They instantly recognize my face and aim, my Wolf Sense buzzes in my head, they both fire and I turn to the side, the bolts fly past me on both sides. I then sprint forward and leap to the wall, scaling it, bringing my fingers into anger crevice or ledge I could grab onto. Terrible craftsman ship and time ruined this wall and made it easy to climb. By the time they had reloaded, I leapt over the railing and kicked the guard in the face, he stumbled back and tried to retake aim, only to have my foot knock it out of his hands, when I land, I spin and send two fists out to send him flying back onto the ground.
I catch the crossbow and fire it at the other guard just as a bolt flies by my head, the bolt lands in the guard's leg and he falls to the ground. I turn my attention to the stunned guard and kick him in the head to knock him out. I run along the walls, but i notice something strange...I could hear the howling of wolves in the distance...wolves don't live in Gilneas...
People were missing from the streets...no one was there. I could see paper flying by in the light breeze. I walked along the walls and decided to hop down, a leap to a building and quickly descended down. I walked through the empty streets, wondering if this is either a trap, or something is really wrong...
I hear another howl, but it sounds closer. Then a I see a man running for his life, screaming for help, then he gets tackled by a strange creature. It tears him to shreds and I take a step back. It catches my scent and it charges at me. It leaps up and I do too, we clash in the air and fall to the ground, it manages to bite me in the shoulder, then I break its neck. I slowly stand up, holding the wound, it looks bad, it throbs with pain and gets green around the edges, but it shoulder heal over time.
More of them come from the roof tops, I run and I see people running out from their homes, wolf men chasing after them. I continued down the street, at least 7 of them still following. I then turn and leap to a building, climbing up it and onto the rooftops one leaps, but I catch it and throw it over the edge using the momentum. I then continue running jumping onto the top of the walls, reaching where the gate was. One of the wolf-men managed to tackle me and cause us to fall off the edge, falling down to where the bridge was. I punched the wolf man in the face and we hit the ground, luckily I landed on top of the large creature and was fine. I stand up and inspect the wound...this is not good. Black hair was beginning to grow around the wound.
The wolf men not able to figure out how to get down, they quit their search and return to hunting the humans of Gilneas. I begin nearly sprinting back to my camp. Could this be what I think it is? I've read about this in books. The Worgen curse...
After an hour of running, I inspected my shoulder. It was covered in black hair. Then I felt a sharp pain in the same arm. I could see, the bone structure was changing, it hurt worse than anything i've ever felt. I fell to my knees, roaring in pain. My voice changing and getting deeper, more bestial. My eyes had turned a blood red. My hand grew long sharp claws and grew bigger, growing black hair all over it. Then I felt my spine, he curled forward, becoming hunched over, I could hear the bones breaking and reforming making loud cracking and snapping noises. "AAAAARRRRRRGH!" I roared out, sounding like one of the beasts, my knees bent back, breaking in half and reforming, causing me to fall to the ground in pain, tears come out of my eyes as my arms get longer, my face elongates and forms a muzzle, my teeth growing so long and sharp they come out of my mouth, my entire body had grown hair, my clothes torn off except for my pants. I was no longer human...I was worgen...
I had regained control, finally. It was worse than death, watching yourself kill innocents, brutally murder animals, but you could do nothing about it. Though, through sheer willpower, I broke free from the Worgen curse, and I regained control of myself. I'm still learning how to change in and out of human form, I am able to do it, but it is tiring.
My master had not yet returned from Stormwind, something tells me he wont ever come back to Gilneas. So I believe my time here is also over. I am currently walking on my way to Keel Harbor. I am going to steal a boat and sail to Stormwind.
I arrived in town in my human form, I had made myself a cloak from animal pelts to conceal my identity. I spotted a boat, occupied by two guards, simple enough. I walk over to the boat and they tell me I cannot board. I ignore them and walk on board anyway. They both pull out their swords and approach me, ordering me to get off the boat. I simply stand there with my head in the shadows. One swings their sword down and I shuffle to the side grabbing the man's wrist and pushing, causing the blade to go into the other guard's leg. I then smash the guard on the head and push him off the boat. I grab the other and push him off too.
I get the boat prepared to sail and notice more guards from the town running to my boat. I quickly untie the rope connecting it to the dock and leave before the guards could get there. I wave goodbye to Gilneas as I sail farther and farther away. Thus starts the long journey south, on the ocean, for a long time...
Two weeks later.
I had arrived in Stormwind, the human capital of Azeroth. At the docs I left my boat and rubbed my stomach as it growled, nearly starving from the lack of food, luckily a bunch of freshwater was stored on the boat so I had something to drink. I walked through the docs, admiring how much better the weather was here, it was almost always sunny.
I had entered the city and after a while of searching, I found some work, mercenary work. Now I'm not one for killing, so i'll get the job done with my own methods.
5 years later.
Well, this is bad...I'm stuck in the Burning Steppes surrounded by bandit's The mission had gone all wrong my comrade had decided to alert the bandits of our presence and now he is dead. No where to go but the cave behind me. I ran. I entered the dark cave, only to find that the entrance had caved in. I walked further inside since there was nothing else to do. I then saw a bright light. I eventually reached what appears to be a large tomb. In the middle was a bright glowing stone, almost like the sun but smaller. It irradiates light energy. I walk closer and my Wolf Sense begins to throb in my head, causing me to fall to the ground, the throbbing would hurt and I held my head. A spirit appears in front of me and explains to me about this artifact. It is called, the Iraenaean Stone. It is made from an extinct metal that has not been on Azeroth for over twelve thousand years. It has unlimited energy, only limited by imagination. The spirit explained to me how I was chosen to be its first guardian. I had no choice, it was either this or death. The spirit told me only to use it when necessary, I nodded and it bid me farewell. I walked over and grabbed the stone, immediately it began to connect with me, energy flowing through my body, my eyes turning a bright yellow.
It made its connection with me, I could feel the power...so much temptation...but, I had to resist, and I did. I walked back to where the cave entrance caved in at and used the energy to blast it open. I stopped glowing as I put the stone away. The bandits had been killed by the blast and I had to return to Stormwind and report my progress.
536 years in the future. March 6th
The stone had made me unable to physically age. My body is stuck at the age of 28, but my body is that of a 68 year old man. My mind is that of my age, 564. I am said to be one of the wisest men on Azeroth, but each man has their own unique wisdom. I've had many accomplishments in this life. My dead master Harold Reyton came back with unholy powers beyond imagining. I helped Tyrion Fordring kill the Lich King. I was busy on Draenor during the great cataclysm. I had stopped Sargeras from destroying Azeroth by taking his sword Gorribal and killing him. Cassidy Blackheart otherwise known as 'The Master' enjoyed torturing people and made Azeroth his play thing. Luckily, my only fear was one he could not exploit. The fear of me being the cause of an innocent person's death.
I had learned to control my Worgen form to the point of changing body parts in and out, effortlessly and painlessly. I used a trick on Hallows End one time and changed my voice to sound like a Worgen, I scared at least 7 children all at once, it was funny.
I had been talking to a friend of mine, his name of Alistair. He was a master mage in arcane portals and was always wanting to experiment. So today I decided to let him actually test an idea. I met him on the South side of Stormwind in the Mage Quarter. Where the mages often practice their magic. Alistair had me stand in a strange arcane circle and allow him to do his magic, if this works, he will have transported me to the Exodar, the city of the Draenei.
Draenei are described as being all or overall blue (with the exception of Velen who is described as having white skin later in his life). Draenei males have tendrils coming out of their chin and a fan-like forehead plate which rises and overlaps other forehead plates behind it. Male Draenei have large tails which are held erect by developed muscle structure. The female of the species exhibits marked differences: rather than the forehead plates featured on the male, they have vaguely horn-shaped cranial extensions that extend over the upper cranium and end on either side of the crown. Female cranial tendrils sprout behind the ear and are typically long enough to reach the shoulders. Their tendrils are thinner than the male's. Female draenei tails are shorter and have a lower muscle density. In both genders, the hooves are relatively large, in contrast to the more compacted hooves of their demonic counterparts.
He began to cast his spell, his hands glowing a bright magenta and he would be waving them around, trying to focus. The circle around me begins to glow. I move my foot to the side, disrupting the circle, unintentionally. But, we both don't notice. He finishes the spell and I disappear, the spell would finish but Alistair notices the disruption. "Uh oh..."
I was flying through a strange vortex of magical colors, it looked all very interesting and strange. Is this what it's like when a mage takes a portal? I then appeared in a dark forest. Flying out of the portal luckily, I landed on both feet, I stood up and I was in a very dark and normally scary forest. I must be in Duskwood. I walk on to hear the sounds of the forest, it reminding me of home, beautiful. But something strange i did notice, the world it didn't seem... right. More like one of those moving pictures that the gnomes were making. Ah the Gnomes, most likely the smartest race on Azeroth.
Gnomes are small, slight and nifty. They somewhat resemble dwarves, but are even shorter, not as stocky, and have large heads in proportion to their bodies. They have large noses and ruddy skin, their ears are large and rounded, and their hair color varies wildly, some even having pink or green hair. They have four fingers on each hand. They are often seen with goggles, tool belts and other items related to their technological inclinations.
What did they call those again? Oh yes! A cartoon. Strange name, but the Gnomes in general are strange, so it merits. Perhaps Alistair did something to my vision...I sniff the air for a moment... this place does not smell like Duskwood, in fact, i've never been here before.
I reached the end of the forest and stepped outside, I raised a brow at what I saw a strange looking town... with colorful equines... great. So either Alistair put a vision spell on me, or I'm dead. I think i'd prefer option two. But I doubt it. I decide to go spy on the ponies, learn about them. I run behind a building and scale it. Just before I reach the top, I peek over to see...pegasi flying through the air? Okay, even for a vision spell this is weird.
I notice a blue one, with a rainbow mane and tail coming my way, it seems to just now notice that I'm here. I pull out my throwing axe and throw it. The handle smashes the pony straight in the head, knocking it out. The equine falls down onto the roof tops and he catches the unconscious body of the, what appears to be a, pony. He lays the pony down on the rooftop and continues on.
Ok what the fel fire is going on here! The spell should've worn off the instant I hit that pony... unless... this is real? Ugh, this is almost as bad as when I was taken to the world of the Changelings. Back on Azeroth there were beings who could look just like you and feed off your life energy by doing so. They would get close to those who you love and kill them the instant they get the chance, they were brutal...
I continued along the roof tops, observing the ponies and studying how their society works for a couple hours. I noticed they have small coins, I saw a book, I discretely took it from the saddlebag of a purple pony with a strange star on its flank. It talks about their currency being called "bits." This must be their currency, i'll have to figure out how to obtain some without having to resort to stealing. I return the book without anyone noticing. I return to the rooftops.
For now, i should probably set up a shelter within the forest, i can tell that these ponies tend to stay away, due to its dark nature. I then run back and notice the blue Pegasus beginning to wake up. I run by and smack it on the head knocking it out again. I continue to run and notice a gray and yellow pony following me, its eyes seem to be facing opposite directions... strange.
The pony follows me and I leap off the last building, landing on the ground with a roll. I hear a loud "Wait!" come from the pony...what the fel?! They can speak? I guess I'm not surprised since they have a currency and have literature. I run even faster and disappear into the forest, the pegasus following shortly after, also beginning to get tired.
I run through the darkness and try to loose the pony, I reach an opening and turn around. The pony stops in front of me, panting from all the flying and running. "Can I just talk...*pant* to you?" the pegasus asks. I cross my arms and say, "I'm listening." The pony asks for my name, I politely give it to her. "Well, that's a weird name! Oh well, I'm Ditzy Doo, but everypony calls me Derpy Hooves." I nod and she asks what I was. For now, I just told her I'm human, I don't think creatures such as this, are ready for a worgen.
"Did you say, 'everypony'?" I ask. Derpy nods. I laugh at how that is their version of 'everyone.' Derpy then asks me what a human is. I explain to her about my race, how we stand on two legs, have fingers, anything we can do that a pony can't essentially. I then politely ask her to leave and I tell her I will see her tomorrow. She sighs and asks which way is Ponyville. That must be the town I was just in, I point in its direction and she goes the opposite way, out of sight before I can say anything.
Well, this is just like the Northgate Woods all over again, except I know what I'm doing. Better get to work if I am to sleep well tonight. I go around gathering wood and leaves from the trees, I even caught a rabbit for dinner. I set up my small shelter and cook the rabbit over the fire. Making sure not to waste any of the meat, I eat all of the meat and save the pelt.
I meditate for the rest of the day and night, eventually only going to sleep for a couple hours, for that's all I need.
“A-ha the spell worked! We can fin-!” Said a man coming from what appeared to be some kind of portal. Clearly he wasn’t from Equestria, considering he was a human. Before he could finish his sentence, he was slapped in the side of the head by one of his comrades.
“Quiet you fool! We’re here to kill a sleeping man, not burn a village!” Said the other.
More came through the portal, judging by their gear they were probably mercenaries. Why they were here, was impossible to tell at this moment.
“That stupid mage Alistair was such a whimp! He cried the instant I put my sword through his leg!” Said one of them. “I should’ve done worse, maybe he would’ve pleaded for mercy.”
“Everyone just shut up! Look for the old man and be quiet!” said who appeared to be the leader.
They all grabbed their gear from off the ground. Seems they all had a rather hard landing. The portal closed and they all headed out into the forest. Crouching low to hide in the shadows. They all wore black leather armor for small protection while having high maneuverability. Each of them carried bows along with a quiver of arrows on their backs. They all had a single saxe knife for cutting at their enemies.
30 minutes later.
I was sleeping soundly on the makeshift bed I had made myself out of sticks from the trees and leaves, it wasn’t very comfortable, but there’s no point in complaining when it comes to survival. I slept in my armor, but my weapons were all resting on a tree nearby.
The assassins approached my camp, they already woke me up a few minutes ago when they were planning their attack, so I kept my breathing at a smooth and even pace and waited. Just as they all began to sneak up, my head began to ache, it was my sense telling me something was coming.
It sent a quick flash in my head and I opened my eyes and caught with both hands, the wrist of one of the assassins, and the tip of the knife barely touching my neck. We both struggled as he tried to overpower me, but I quickly pushed it to the side and grabbed his chest armor, I pulled him toward me and smashed my forehead into his. He fell back onto the ground, completely dazed.
I quickly leapt to my feet, and stood in my ‘Asking Hand’ stance. It was the most basic one out of the 5 in Ash Karra. Both hands out, palms facing each other with the thumbs also facing each other. Right foot in front of the other, and right hand in front of the left.
One of them charged from behind, and held their dagger high up in the air to try and stab me in the back. I quickly spun around and sent a hard kick right across his chest, it stopped him right in his tracks and he fell onto the ground. The knife flew past me somewhere in the distance. I quickly stomped on his face to knock him out.
Now they were hesitant to attack. They all looked nervously to each other. “The master didn’t tell us this guy knew what he was doing! He just said he was an old hobo!” One of them nervously said.
“Never judge a book by its cover.” I said to them. I pulled up my hood to conceal my face. Now I went on the offensive. I charged at one and leapt, I barrel rolled in the air and grabbed his knife-arm, at the same time I locked my legs around his neck. The force from the jump had him fall back on top of me, I had his arm in my grasp and twisted. This broke his arm and caused him to drop his weapon. he yelled in pain before I got up and punched him in the face to knock him out.
I dodge-rolled over to my weapons to get out of the way of an oncoming arrow. I quickly grabbed my tomahawk and spun around. I threw it straight into one’s chest and they stumbled back into a tree, dead. I quickly grabbed my hunting knife and ducked under a knife being swung at my back. I jumped and spun, at the end of the spin I stabbed the knife into the side of the assassin’s head. Meanwhile, I threw a throwing knife into the neck of the remaining one.
I landed and removed the dagger from the assassin I just stabbed and let his body fall. I went and retrieved all my used gear and put them all in their various pockets and sheaths. I went over and grabbed my other gear. I looked into the sky to see what time of day that it was and saw that it was dawn.
I looked around at the dead assassins and to the one I had left unconscious. I made to sure to leave one alive so he could run back to tell his employer. But first... how did they get here? They smelled of magic and...Alistair?...
Alright, let’s use the rules of deduction. They’re assassins. Alistair is a mage. Alistair is the one who sent me here. He’s a master of portals. Assassins are heavily armed and one of their blade was already bloody. Ah, they must’ve found Alistair and forced him to reveal where he had sent me. They probably tortured him or killed him so that they could get a portal to here as well to kill me. One of them had a hearthstone on their body that appeared to be attuned to Stormwind, at least they were smart enough to think of a way back.
I know what you might be thinking. I can’t use the hearthstone to get back, because a hearthstone is attuned to the person it was attuned by. It is bound to the assassin that I left alive. I saw the hearthstone on his belt when we had that brief pause in the conflict.
Well since it’s morning, I suppose I should head into the town and see if I can find the grey one that spoke to me yesterday. I made sure to grab my water flask and started heading west to town. As I walked I thought about the assassins. Who was their employer and how did they know I was here?
‘I’ll have to worry about that later, for now I need to worry about not being seen...’ I thought to myself as I approached the town...
