Battle of Ashenvale

Note: the tauren paladin thing is a joke. Others names have not been given as they requested. Because, horde and alliance often engage in pvp, this event was largely secret. Comments please.
===Chapter One: Eastern Flank===
The spy clumsily hurled himself through the guards and ran up to Karyrth, who was studying a map of Ashenvale carefully. 'I don't want to be needlessly disturbed. What do you want?' he said to the spy. 'Commander,' the spy said, giving a clumsy bow. 'Orcs have an attack prepared on the eastern flank.' Karyrth slowly rose to his feet, disturbed by this. 'Orcs at nightfall, forsaken at dawn,' he whispered to himself. 'What's next, tauren becoming paladins?' The spy backed off slowly, his feet shuffling. Karyrth watched him leave and turned to the draenei shaman still studying the map. 'Keep an eye on him, he was more nervous than he should be.' he said quietly. 'I'll keep two eyes on him. And we should warn Raene.' she said. Karyrth strode towards the door, stepping into the cool breeze that Ashenvale had. He walked, amost ran to the eastern flank.
Many horde warriors faced them, utterly silent save for heavy breathing and slight clatter of weapons. Sickles, axes, swords, maces glinted in the light of the moon. A single orc, clad in heavy plate armour stepped foward, footsteps crushing the ground underfoot. Karyrth turned to his men, feeling faint. Some of this faded when he saw the draenei turn to her warriors, night elves and her kin, draenei. 'Rhok, Serrar. Anu'dorini talah!' she cried out. 'Dwarves of the alliance,' Karyrth called out. 'Defend our lands, For Khaz Modan! For the Alliance!' The horde began some sinister growling and chanting. The orc commander muttered quiet in orcish and they obeyed. 'Bandu Thoribas.' the draenei said in a commanding voice. The elves drew back their bows and the dwarves took aim with their guns.
'Fire!' commanded the shaman and arrows and bullets rained upon the horde soldiers. 'Lok-narash!' growled the commander and the horde charged. Hooting and screaming, the bore down upon the defenders. Serrar! Foward!' the shaman yelled. The battle was raging. Karyrth ran his axe through an orcs chest and wedged a dagger through anothers. He saw a young draenei being throttled by an orc, this particular draenei was the commanders sister. He had to save her. He began working his way through the orcs, killing few though. Suddenly he saw the shaman. She was red in the face and snarling. Karyrth raised his head to the sky. Lightning rained down upon the orcs, turning them to weathered skeletons.
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