Andu-falah-dor

This took place when I heard, on a horde alt, that an orc was going "dwarf hunting" in the Arathi Highlands. Playing a dwarf, I couldn't let this happen and switched to Karyrth Thunderstone to try and stop him. Me being me, I seemed to get caught up in some sort of cold war. Who else here could try to stop an orc and end up in prison? :D. By the way, if the plot seems kinda cheesy or cliche, I didn't invent it, I just recorded it. Currently I revise it from memory and the other characters memory.
Part 1 -- Bloodlust
Karyrth glanced about the parched grasslands. Empty and barren to him despite the wandering raptors, orcs and occasional alliance soldier. They were beasts and strangers, thinking differently than him, not knowing him or caring. Karyrth did not expect them to care, he just expected them to ignore him. He was a shadow here, unseen, unknown. Suddenly a sharp cry snapped him from his reflections. A human woman sprinted past, tired and mud spattered. He regal robes were torn and dirty though retaining some of the dignity they must have once had. They were light silk red with a thin blue linen running down the side. He watched as an orc who seemed to be lost in bloodlust, eyes red and blood-dripping weapons ready, chasing her. The orc, beast-like and savage now, reminded Karyth of why the humans hated these beings. The foul rotten teeth and sticky lips, if they could be called that were chilling. It's bestial fury drove Karyrth to fight without actually provocation. The human, seemingly a mage for her robes, stopped running and started to watch. Without bothering to question anyones motives, Karyrth aimed his gun and shot at the orc. It turned to him in a fit of rage, gnashing his bloodied teeth, and thundered towards him. Karyrth's trusted boar, Redtusk charged out of nowhere and knocked the orc back who swung his weapon. While it wrestled with the orc, Karyrth raised his axe to the orc's neck. The axe lowered, the orc died and blood spattered Karyrths already dirty armour. The orc's reckless charge reminded him of what he had read of Grom Hellscream. Yet this orc did not have the skill to back up this attack in the way Grom Hellscream did. He turned to the woman who seemed to be once again prepared.
'What are you doing here anyway?' he asked the mage.
'Delivering something to a friend...I was caught by this orc...he was beyond my skill to fight,' she replied quietly, ashamed. She sprinted off without warning, calling over her shoulder, 'Follow me. My friend can heal you.'
Karyrth was going to say that he could heal himself but curiousity granted him speed. They ran quickly over small hills, past raptors and through endless grass. The sun was really beating down now, Karyrth needed to get out of it for a while. As they reached a small stone circle, Karyrth felt that he was getting tangled in things larger than himself. The shattered remains of elementals were nearby, ruined and nothing more than rubble. There was no pity for them here, they did not belong. In the centre sat a night elf, her robes woven of leaves or so they looked. The mage ran over to her and murmured something. Karyrth wasn't bothered as long as they weren't going to kill him. Besides, the apparent druid's staff lay away from her. They could fight without staves but it wouldn't make things easy if Karyrth broke it. Especially if he broke it over her head. Quickly he stopped pondering ways to win a fight with a druid and returned to the world.
'Ishnu alah,' she said. Darnassian was really far more beautiful than thalassian. Of course, Karyrth utterly disliked the wardens of night elven society but he admired the druids.
'Elune-adore,' Karyrth said. He felt confident speaking darnassian or darnassae as some called it now.
'Mush'a?' she asked, meaning hunter.
'I am,' Karyrth said in Darnassian.
'Then you would not mind hunting for me would you?' she requested strangely.
'Hunt what?'
'A man. Don't get me wrong, it's not to kill him,' she added hastily
Category:Story