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Originally Posted by Rokrin
I enjoyed the narrative.
:shifty:
This'll do though I guess. :p
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I walked slowly into the center of the hold. The banner of the warsong clan flowed magnificently about the primitive dwelling. The soldiers stood at attention, guarding their posts with honor and dignity.
As I neared the lower level, I recognized the voice of Garrosh. The son of Grom Hellscream himself stood there, arguing with High Overlord Saurfang about the hold. Garrosh nodded knowingly at me, recognzing me from our time back on Draenor. It had been I who had brought him news of the heroism of his father, and convinced Thrall to visist the home of his distant cousins, the Mag'har. Saurfang frowned at the gentleness in Garrosh's face.
Garrosh called me over and told me the situation. The quary where the hold sat was infested by nerubian spawn, trapping and killing our people indiscriminantly. I lept into battle, Hogger at my side.
Hogger rushed quickly into battle, knocking aside a pathetic insect, making it stumble. My arrow rushed over Hogger's head, embedding deep into the creatures skull. Still it writhed, charging me, and I readied I axe. A quick and precise blow crippled the creature's legs, and I quickly rushed back and fired off another 2 shots to finish off the beast. Hogger sniffed hungrily at the dead creature and poked it with his snout before walking back to my side.
I spotted another creature, this one gliding on leathery wings. I took careful aim with my bow. Closer... closer... and then I fired. Even before the first shot hit I had fired another, and that was all it took. Both shots landed squarely in the bat-like insectoid's neck and it fell to the ground, dead, blood pouring from the gaping wounds I had left. My companion looked up at me and snorted. I knew he was ready for battle. In the distance I could see dozens of the disgusting creatures ambling about, their victims trapped in sticky webs, the winged ones gliding overhead, screeching loudly.
I smiled to myself. This was going to be fun.