A new begening

The planes of Azaroth. This word is not safe from the hands of evil as we will soon find out. Can a group of unlikely heroes band together to save the word from the forces of evil? Lets find out!

“Father...” whispered Selic as he sat on one of the towers of Ironforge. The tower overlooked the entirety of the Vally that Ironforge rested in. The city was built into a mountain and that added a level of security that was unheard of among the other cities. Selic almost chuckled as he thought a bout the “Defenses” of the horde cities. At least the alliance was stupid enough to put in a back door to each city.

A griffin flew over head drawing Selics attention back to the Vally below him. He sat on the edge of the tower that was one of the small watch towers I the city. It was built out of the mountain so it was one of the only shapes besides the front gates that even showed the cities existence inside the mountain. Selic twirled his knife in his hand as he gazed at the city that used to belong to his people. You couldn't really see it but a small black spot was the only indication to the service tunnels leading to there great city. It stood out among the snowy icecaps of the area.

“I will get it back...father” said Selic as he stood up and made his way down the tower. The old floor broads creaked with age showing how old this city really was. The dwarfs had a crazy upkeep on it so that it look good as new each day but that didn't matter on these old towers. Ironforge hadn't been attacked in years. Some even had become so complacent as to say that they should disband the guard altogether. Selic just scoffed at this when he had read it in the news.

Selic opened an old wooden door and he immediately came to the main commerce area of Ironforge. This small circle area is where most everything went on. From the daily bubble of commerce to adventures setting out there was no end to the wonders this main area could supply. The main reason for its activity was the main gates that allowed entrance to the mountain city. It was no Stromwind but the dwarfen city was one of the biggest cities of commerce in all of Azeroth. The main area was tean up by visitors but the real meat of the city was the barreks and the seemingly endless housing in this old city. The intricate web like corridor went on for miles into the city. This was one of the biggest secrets of this city. You may attack the from the front gate but only people of a dwarfish stature could possible fit thought the small doorways and corridors of the housing district.

Selic made his way to gnome district and he could easily make out where it was by the sound of mechanics and explosions. In Ironforge the gnomes were the best mechanics and alchemist. There s no equal. When an engineering gnome got his hands on something you could bet he could have it fixed in no time flat. This was also true for when they were inventing stuff. You could clearly tell the difference by the complex machinery and more tech like walls of tinker town. Tinker town also houses one of the most arguably best built inventions of all time. The deep run tram. This tram can travel an entire continent in mere minuets. It connected Ironfogre and Stormwind. It was sued back in the old days as a way to send troops between the two cities back when the was with the horde was in full effect.

Selic just nodded to the head alchemists as he entered the mans small lab. The man wore a white lab coat as he mixed two beakers that caused an explosion causing the older looking gnomes face to darken. The shop was a small room that had a single bench. The head alchemist liked to work in peace bt that was not the only reason for this shop.

The head alchemist just sighed at his failed experiment. The gnome pulled one of the beakers on the table and a small door opened up behind him. Selic quickly made his way over to the door and thanked the man as he made his way through the small opening. They had to o thorugh quickly as to keep the entrance secret. The dwarves had a secret entrance as the did the gnomes. This was the agreement so that nether had an underhand against the other in case they had to turn on each other. Though it was really no contest. In there own city the dwarfs could easily take on all the gnomes. The gnomes were very grateful for this bit of security they were granted.

Behind the door was an interact twisting net work of cordores and doors. Selic made his way though about seven before he finally stopped at a door with a 345 on it. He opened it and steeped inside. It closed by itself behind him. The room was illuminated by a single light bulb that hung in the ceiling. No natural light cold reach the occupants of this mountain. A single bed and dresser were in his room. Selic was smart enough to hide all of his belongings so that a person not looking for them could not easily find them.

Selic tossed his dagger onto the desk and hopped onto his bed and rested starring up at the ceiling. 'What am I doing?' Selic asked himself in hi head. He rolled over onto his side and faced the wall. 'Where is my life going....?'. 'Only one way to find out' thought Selic smugly before he fell asleep.

"Thief!"
'Whoops.'
"THIEF!"
'My bad.'
"STOP! THIEF!"
'Looks like I'm caught.'
Ez turned to look at his pursuer. "Can... I help you?"
The Orc Grunt came to his shoulders, and Ez wasn't even standing fully upright yet.
"You will... You will return that blade!"
Ez looked down at the enchanted dagger he had taken from the smith while he droned on about how nobody appreciated the work he had put into every suit of armour.
"I will?"
"Yes. Else I will have to take you down myself." The Grunt looked towards the hammer sitting on Ez's back.
"Fine. Catch."
Ez tossed the blade into the air, vanishing while the Orc's attention was elsewhere. As the Grunt reached for the dagger, Ez promptly lookred through his pockets, finding nothing of interest, he left without another word.

Later that day, beneath Orgrimmar...
"What a joke. How can they expect to fight the Alliance if they can't even keep us in line?" Ez was sitting in a tent, with a master trainer sitting across from him.
"The alliance doesn't bother with petty thievery, Scee."
"Still. All we do is sit within' these walls, wasting our lives, waiting for something to happen. I'm tired of this! I'm leaving, I don't know when I'll be back." Ez stood, and started to head out of the tent.
"Scee."
"Fine...." Ez dropped the trainers bag of gold near the door.

"What is this?" asked Selic looking over the shady an standing in front of him. The man had on a trench coat and black sun glasses. The man was standing out side of the bloody lamb tavern and had pulled Selic to the side because of the good reviews of the work he had heard.

"It is just as I said. This goblin owes me quite a bit of money....and I want it by any means" the man said.

"Right right....but how am supposed to get to Durotar?" asked Selic.

"That is up to you to decide. Meet me in the tavern when you have the moeny" said the man as he shifted into the shadows.

"i know I shouldn't have come to storm wind..." mumbled Selic has he made his way into the harbor of the city. 'Maybe I can find a ship that would take me....". Selic walked around the busy harbor that had ship gong to and through. Some ships were under repair and the dock hands were all busy with repairs and work.

Selic finally found a ship that he thought might take him. The ship was called the morning glory. He boarded the ship using the on ramp and the crew was busy re stocking on supplies and attempting repairs that probably wold not hold for any length of voyage. Somehow there main sail seemed to have broken at the top. The captain was in his room looking over papers. Selic quietly made his way into the room and closed the door behind him. The captain was none the wiser. Selic stood next to the desk of the captain and spoke up.

"My good sir" said Selic. The captain was startled and the papers on his desk flew everywhere. After a few seconds the human composed himself and looked at the young gnome.

"How may I help you" said the captain twirling his mustache.

"I seek passage to Durotar. Is this ship heading that way?". The captain looked thoughtful for a second as if pondering the question.

"Indeed we are....im assuming you would pay for your passage?" the captain asked. Selic just nodded and help up the money required. The captain just smiled and took the money. "And here I was thinking you would hold me hostage and make us take you there for free" said the captain now laughing.

Selic quickly retracted the dagger had been holding behind the ans back.

Selic started to make his way of the captains room. "We will take you as far as ratchet...but that is it. A man will be waiting for you outside to show yo to your accommodations" Selic just nodded.

'This is going to be a long trip...' thought Selic as he made his way on his new journey.

The tower room was dark, the air swirling gently around the circle of the room and indicated by the gently flickering candles arranged on their stands and showing that they had not been burning for much longer than an hour at best. The room itself appeared to be bare. Some tapestries hung from the walls, laced over in dark colors and old letters that seemed to tell of battles and of stories that had been lost to the recesses of time. Or perhaps they had simply been lost because the story had only been recorded in threads?
To either degree there was much of the story that was still lost. What were the after-effects? What was gained? What was lost? And of the time that it had taken, was the end result worth the effort and journey? What would have been different if an instant thought had been different?
But then... were the stories fact or fiction? Were these in parts or in a whole collective truth? How many were assumed parts? How many fragments were altered by perception, further losing what might be the most important key to a later puzzle? And even after that how many-
Footsteps broke through the silent reprieve then followed by gentle raps on the oaken door to the moderate room. Amidst the darkness of the hood an elf's eyes slowly opened. To be disturbed at such a time... To be so far from a conclusion to ponder... Internally she sighed as she spoke to the door behind her.
"Yes?"
The door was pushed inward, shown by the sound of the bolts wheezing the movement and the light that pushed her shadow out before her. The noises indicated that the person was young, perhaps a teenager at best. Tentative. This was further accented by the quiet and unsure key of the voice. "Madam, the council request your presence in the main chamber."
Chel'Rhea stretched her shoulders casually beneath the robes and cloak, allowing the new pieces of information to cycle through her mind a few times.
"Did they give any indication as to why I might be needed?"
"I- I'm sorry, madam, they did not." Chel stood from the spot, sensing easily enough that the youth was afraid. A simple enough reaction, but it was not needed. The elf gestured briefly around the room and the candles all went out, bringing a slight halt of breath from the observer.
"It is alright." Chel'Rhea brought her hand back to herself and they hid in the folds of her sleeves. "I suppose I would have to see them regardless of whether they had an intent or not."
She turned around calmly, hoping not to distress the youth further. Humans were excitable on their own, and it seemed even more so if they were in their adolescent years and were female. An interesting situation, normal though it was.
"Would you show me the way there?"
The girl's face leveled further into uneasiness as she leaps back from the frame of the door and bowed quickly. "This way, madam."
Chel'Rhea sighed under her breath and followed after the girl. She wondered for a moment as to whether or not the council understood the implications of summoning her from her meditation but found that her thought proceeded into wondering if they knew anything about her capabilities and to that extent if they did want her attention for something, it must have been something no one else could have completed... or.. perhaps something very, very important indeed.
If it was not however.... They would be in something of trouble with her opinions. Indeed.

"Are you a soldier?"
"No."
"Are you a guard?"
"No."
"Are you a hero on an adventure?"
"I'm a thief."
"A thief? What kind of thief?"
"The mildly annoyed kind. Do you need something from me, or are you just so dull as to have no other way to spend your time then to bother me? Go find a skorpid to bother, or something."
"So... what are you doing, then?"
..."You are truely a nuisance, you know that?"
"Yea, that's what everyone says."
"And you just won't leave me, will you?"
"Nope."
"Alright, then I'm going. Somewhere, anywhere, has to be better than this."
"Where ya goin'? Mister? Where'd you go? Hey! Where's my sandwich?!"

“This doesn't seem like the best idea little man...” said the captain as he stood next to a cannon that was pointed at the ebony hawk. They had been attacked by an horde ship as they tried to make there way into ratchet. It was weird because they had the sea rights so it was probably pirates. The two ships had been firing at each other for the better of ten minuets and neither seemed to be hitting the other except for light damage.

“Trust me...I do this all the time” said Selic from inside the cannon the captain was about to light.

“I severally doubt that...oh well” said the captain shrugging as he light the cannons wick. There was a huge boom and Selic came flying out of the cannon. He looked like a black dote as he flew towards the enemy ship.

Selic quickly grabbed the knife he had in his pocket and as he neared the enemy ship he angled himself so that he plunged his dagger into its sail. He held onto the small log that held the sail up. He looked down upon the ship and observed the crew as they franticly loaded cannons and ran around. It was a happy mood among the crew as they battled as though they were used to the whole thing. Selic kept observing until he finally noticed the the symbol on there hats.

“Bloodsail buccaneers” spat Selic in contempt. The bloodsails were well known back in Ironforge. There were about 50% of the black market there. Selic looked around some more before he noticed the captain barking orders from the main deck. The crew around him were firring cannons and other battle things.

Seilc entered killing mode or battle mode as some called it and his entire existence was now to kill that man. Selic spread his arms out like an eagle...and flew! He fell strait towards the captin and in one fell swoop he spun around with his dagger in hand. Using him momentum Selic was able to cut the mans head off. Selic grabbed the mans head and his body fell to the deck blood pouring out of his neck. Selic stood there next to the mans body holding the head up for the crew to see. Without the sound of orders they all looked over to see what the problem was and when they saw Selic with the captains head in his hands they all put there hands up in surrender. The battle grew silent.

After about 5 minuets the other ship burst into cheers and sailed next the pirate ship. A gang plank was lowered between the two and the pirates all went off in chains. The captain walked over the gang plank onto the pirate ship.

“Good job...” the captain said eying the head in Selics hands. Selic just nodded and dropped his ehad back onto the deck.

“Time for a nap...” said Selic as he made his way back to his quarters.

At the end of a long hall that was laced in sunlight, two guards at the door stiffened in their positions by the door, shortly after they came to life and went to the copper handles of the door, pushing them in so that it would openly admit the elf and the aide. Without words the girl bowed to the people assembled around the span oft the room and then left, effectively disappearing from sight. One of the crowned folk of the room waved at the two guards, who then bowed, and then pulled the giant doors shut. Talking did not continue, or start, until the echo of the door had faded away.
"Ladies and Lords, I would like to introduce Chel'Rhea Dairdre, a renown caster that has taken leave here in our fair city." At the mention of her name, the elf bowed slightly to the group. She straitened enough to address the lord of the castle.
"I would guess that you had a reason to summon me, sir?"
The bearded face nodded. "Yes indeed."
There was a pause as he looked around the room. After a moment, Chel'Rhea inclined her head, a cue for him to continue on his line of thought.
"There is something that troubles us about the enemy forces."
He stopped here, as though that were explanation enough. .. Hardly. Chel'Rhea attempt to keep her face clear of all expression except for her slight puzzlement. "The enemy forces can trouble many people. For some the mere presence of an opposing force is enough."
"Yes," he conceded. "But there is a parcel we would like to be delivered to our king over in the Medao Valley castle."
The elf raised an eyebrow slightly. "Why should this development be of concern to me? Your men are capable enough to move a parcel from one location to another."
"Therein lies the problem..." The man cleared his throat and glanced around the room, begging for help in the most noble manner possible. When it was not received he then corrected his posture. "There are many hordes from our castle to the Medao valley. The journey itself may be a few days, but that would not stop those who are after it who are comprised of more than simply orcs."
There were pieces of information missing here... "What makes this package so important to ask after my help?"
A lady stood from her seat and answered this. "It is the gemstone of the Elders and it is needed by the king. He requested it be delivered to him in defense of the castle as they rebuild."
A third party continued the explanation, a clean-shaven man who appeared to be approaching his retirement years. "Unfortunately however, we do not have the manpower to spare an escort but we feel that perhaps stealth would be better for this journey. The king would pay you for your service, and might have need of your services further if you would comply to them."
Chel'Rhea listened patiently enough but shook her head at about this point. "I do not believe that I want to become involved in the middle of a cultural dispute, members of the council."
"You won't have to see battle," the bearded man reassured. "It is simply to make sure the gemstone safely reaches Holshire."
"I cannot be bought, sirs," Chel'Rhea sighed. "I was on my way to Ferthill at best. That is in the opposite direction of where you ask me to travel."
"We do not ask for continued service, My lady." He looked across the room at her, looking into her eyes with a youthful plea that only had a hope of somehow swaying her decision. It was ineffective. "After it is delivered, you could then travel to Ferthill as you intend and with some extra gold on the side."
Chel'Rhea dulled a slight sneer fighting for a place on her lip. "Sir..."
"It was an order from the king that you be the one to deliver it."
Chel'Rhea felt her stance straighten, but only just as she scanned the man's face to determine the truth in the statement. "Why?"
He shook his head. The council members within the room looked to the man with some shock and he looked back to each of them, nodding once.
"Your presence is required at Holshire."
Chel'Rhea let her gaze phase into the distance. Now there was a mystery... Why would the king ask after a warlock? Were things so bad as that? Did he wish to have more additions to his war council? Or perhaps did he just want to keep tabs on those who might be skillful enough to be a threat? Either way... it was something that needed to be found out and it seemed the only way to learn of it completely was to speak to the king.
At length the elf sighed. "What would you have me do, then?"
The man smiled. "Leave tomorrow."

"So, let me get this straight, there's a alliance delivery coming through here?"
"That is correct."
"And that delivery contains something valuab- er... important?"
"Right."
"And you want my help to get it?"
"That would be the point of asking you, yea."
"Just one more question, what's my cut?"
...
Ez grinned. "Oh really...."

“Let me get this strait....you took on an entire pirate ship operating under the bloodsail by your self?”. Selic just nodded as he sat in the old wooden stool of the short table that was made for the stature of his people. The dwarf across from took another swing of his ale after he listened to the gnomes story.

Ratchet tavern was alive an well with the bustling of people all over was evident with the high levels of chat. The barkeep stood behind the bar cleaning glasses. Though Selic noticed he had been cleaning the same cup for about 3 minuets now. He must have been distracted by something. The other people in the bar were happily downing drink after drink.

“So now you want information from me?”. Selic yet again nodded. “What be I getting out of this?”. Selic just slipped a small bag filled with coins.

“You get this...and your life” said Selic in deep threatening voice. The dwarf just stared at him for a few seconds as though he was trying to figure out if the gnome was serious or not.

“Fine, fine here is what you seek” the dwarf said after taking the small bag and handing the small gnome a scroll.

“Thanks for the business” said Selic quickly. He stood up and as he passed the bar he tossed the barkeep a few coins. “Thanks....” said Selic under his voice to the bar keep. The bar keep just nodded his acknowledgement as Selic made his way out of the tavern. The barkeep put away the small poison dart he had hidden in the cloth he was holding.

"Leave tomorrow," Rhea muttered quietly and shook her head, making sure to fill her pack well with what she had so far on the trip. "I knew I should have stopped in Sercuse."
The last assembled array of parchments were tucked into their place in the bag just then followed after by wraps of a tent and blankets. She closed the bag easily enough and bound her bedroll to the outside of the bag.
"Yes, Sercuse wouldn't have done anything more than stop me for a day and give me supplies. No parade, no noble welcome, just food, a place, and then send me off again."
She sighed as she finished the knot. "But no. I had to come to the big city. Where everyone is afraid of me.. and gives me free stuff and a tower."
The bag was thrown over her shoulder which now bound with a few overlapping armor plates. She adjusted the bag until it was comfortable. She then sighed. "Answer questions, go home. Questions, home."
She nodded and then pinned her cloak over her shoulders, throwing the hood over her head, and then leaving the room. With that she was off, plotting out her course to the Holshire as she went and planning as few stops as possible.
Perhaps I can employ Fashi for this...

"So, you say someone has been stealing from the other members of the camp? That's odd, I don't think I'm missing anything. Hm? What? Do you think I would do that? See, that is profiling. You see a rogue, and assume-Oh? This sword? Yes, it is rather nice, isn't it? You had one just like it? Wow, small world, huh? ...You don't look very happy. Tell ya what, I'll go over here, let you cool down, give you a chance to put away the axe...."

Voices slowly rose and were now echoing up the stone walls and now threatened to gain more attention then there already was to the scene. Two guards arguing tended to do that around an area that was usually never louder than a dull roar outside of harvesting season. Chel'Rhea exhaled.
"I just wanted to be let through," she muttered under her breath. The two men startled and gripped their spears jumping back quickly. She raised an eyebrow on hearing quieted mutters from some who were listening. "I'm not gonna zap you, I just want to be let through the gate."
They parted stiffly and didn't seem to breathe until she had gone. And then the talking kicked up again. Rhea grumbled under her breath. Mortals.
"Maybe threatening them would have been more profitable..." She shrugged. Eh. They might not be as fearful next time.
Right. To the next city. Medao.
And in between here and there are forests, a few mines, a nice half-freezing river, golem paradise, and a nice array of traps set by people who have no idea of strategy. Oh fun.
She only hoped for one small thing. Not to have to deal with too many pauses from where she was to her goal.

The troll was quite busy. Doing what? Resting, of course. Ez debated making something to eat, but decided he didn't feel like stew. Getting up, he stretched, deciding his pockets felt rather empty, and that someone around had to have a few gold that he hadn't stolen yet.

Selic just stared as an Orc ran in front of him setting the placement at a table. Selic had just arrived at the gates of Orgimar. They were majestic and huge but they did not distract from the apparent festivities in front of the city. Laid out on the flat lands in front of the city. There were hundreds of tables all laid out with food. The food ranged from stuffing to roasted turkey. Selic started to eye the pumpkin pie as his stomach gave a grumble as if it was trying to convince him to go take some of the food.

“Welcome!” said a voice to his left. An Orc wearing an apron and carrying a tray of dishes stood there.

“Whats going on here?” asked Selic. The Orc just looked at Selic as though he was an idiot.

“Its the Pilgrims Bounty! Partake in the free food that is here and enjoy the happy atmosphere” said the Orc before he hurried off to do some more work. The place was busy and every table seemed to be filled with people partaking in the holiday feast.

Selic made his way to one of the tables and found that each table had room for 5. The only other person a the table was a goblin that was drowning himself in stuffing and cider. Selic sat down next to him and grabbed a slice of pumpkin pie. 'Cool' thought Selic as he took a bite.

One step, two step, three steps.... And a couple hundred more and the city will at least be half the size it is now. No problem, the forest is up ahead.
Chel'Rhea muttered a few words underneath her breath and small wisps of red light shot up from the soil and darted to the closest trees and over the path. Checking for traps.
Because really, they could be anywhere.
They continued on their independent and various journeys and so far seemed clear. Further ahead, like WAY ahead... it looked like a good number of people were gathered... but it was probably just an inflated picnic. Nothing that couldn't be passed in mere seconds. Not a problem at all.

"Now, if you would be so kind... please place any, and all, valuable is the bag. Yes, thank you, thank you. Hm? My rogue senses are tingling, is anyone else out there?"

“Duck!” yelled a young orc as he through a piece of pumpkin pie at Selic. Selic unfortunately was paying more attention to the Human female walking by and die not notice the delicious desert flying at his face. He looked back to late and the pie landed strait smack center of Selics face. The orc fell out his chair laughing.

“Your dead!” yelled Selic hopping into the center of the table and pulling out 20 knifes frm different pockets on his body. He stabbed all the food and tossed at random people at tables. Many hit the young orc. Though this did not have the desired effect.

“Food Fight!” could be heard from across the plain as everyone started to chuck food at one another. Soon the air was filled with the flying food and the screams/laughter of the food fighters. Selic quickly hopped off the table and slid under where he was hid by the table cloth that reached the ground.

The silence waned in the light, and after a few good hours, she swore she heard someone yell something about food. But then, it might have been the result of being alone, just leaving a crowded city.. and possibly it being around dinner time. Chel leaned back and scanned the general area. Seeing that it was clear, again, she shrugged her bag off her shoulder to the ground by a tree. Within a few minutes, the tent was erected and there was a fire going within a small pit. It wasn't hard to do, really. The basic nature mage could do it if they tried to.
After a small pot was set over the flames, she stretched and loosened the pin that held her cloak.
"That wasn't a bad day," she commented absently. There was no one around to care, so logically, talking to oneself did not hurt anything. It didn't do anything about the distance she'd be traveling tomorrow, or the day after that, but it gave something of relief to hear that one's voice still operated. She then sat by the fire and poked at it with a sturdy piece of wood, staring into the flames and watching them as the sun continued to go down.

A knock came to the door. "Your wake-up call."
Chel forced her eyes open. That's right, she never left the inn. "Alright," she mumbled loudly enough to be heard and sat up in the bed, rubbing her eyes to free them from of sand.
"That was a funny dream," she muttered as the new sounds of the day already began to dull the dream. I have no idea where I got the names for those cities, or even if they are anything like the dream. A picnic? Was there one?
She thought it over and then remembered hearing a halfling talk about a picnic they were having somewhere in the plains. Yes, that might be where it came from. .. But as for the mission, and the king, those seemed to be random thoughts. Or a cry for attention.
She snapped her fingers in front of her face, watching the flame burn around her fingers, and then with another snap they were gone. She repeated this process a few times, mostly out of boredom. And then she deemed herself awake. Now, to get ready for the day... And find breakfast.