A story idea I once had

Introduction -
Magyar in The Barrens, about to attack a deer when his Imp advises not to, then tells a story.

Story-
Dryad in Ashenvale, describe area, the normal behavior and how she is different. Throughout the story, she will eventually find her way to the Emerald Dream to contact her father, in hopes of granting her wish to allow her the ability to communicate with Threeflower, an Orc that cares for the plants he harvests.The dryad wishes to tell Cenaruius about how the Orcs have changed, putting his soul to a final rest, and beginning the cycle of restoring peace in Ashenvale, and the destruction of the demons within. Cenarius shows frustration, and punishes his daughter by removing her druidic abilities she possessed, and curse is placed on her. The curse reverts her to one of the 2 forms that a dryad is known for. Thatform being the deer. Returns now to Magyar in The Barrens.

End-
The deer in The Barrens gets killed by a hunter, and the Imp replies "Now the rest of the story can unfold, Master."

Aftermath-
Somewhere unknown (describe outland or outworld, whatever), a lone blood elf female awakes from a slumber and blinks. Then she states "Thank you father. I shall now find that Orc." The end.

Note to self to vaguely describe the dryad as an elf, so it is unknown if she is a night elf (as she should be) or a blood elf, since she has been forsaken by her father. (Shes a blood elf! :D)

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A silent breeze flows through the trees in Ashenvale, and gently lisps at the exposed skin on a nearby orc. Magyar's soft eyes slowly look around as he seems to be searching for Inruki, his trollish friend. With his left hand, he gently brushes leaves from his robes, and motions to his small companion to be still.

"Why don't we attack that deer? Its a perfect target, Magyar. Shes just sitting there, and when we are done, we can easily walk away, no questions asked. How about you just let me kill it? I may be an imp, but that one is no match for me. Please let me still this target and end her life. It would be so easily acomplished," the small one asks, while violently kicking at the roots on the ground.

"What is so interesting about that deer? She looks like all the others, and you said nothing about them," Magyar replies. He keeps scanning for Inruki, never glancing at the doe.

"Nothing, master. Its just that I have wanted that one dead for so long."

"It sounds like you have a story to tell. This is an order, little one, so I expect the story to be good. I'll setup a camp fire, while we await Inruki's arrival. This story better be good, or I'll leave you to tell Inruki about how you want to murder the deer in this forest." Magyar glances down at the imp demon, and a smile spreads across his large chin.

"So be it then, Magyar. I shall tell you the story that you want to hear." The imp looks down at the ground and frowns. His yellow eyes blink twice, and then they turn green as the imp takes a deep breath.

*****

"Cemes, come on! Come and play ball with us! Come and get your hooves on Sister!" a dryad bounces up to her sister, poking her in the side. "Don't be so elfish, come and play like the dryad you are!"

"I can't help it sister, I just like to sit down and think on things. Like on how the moon rotates, how the grass grows, and many other things. Even, even on things like how the Orcs killed father.." Cemes looks downcast at the earth, knowing that the way she thought on things was pretty much taboo to her race, as she was supposed to be running around laughing and playing with her sisters.

"Lets go play! We can run with the breeze! Please come and play, the other sisters think you don't like to play anymore, that you are played out and stuff since them green thingies came. Come and play!" The younger dryad pulled on Cemes' arm, trying to coax her sister to come out of hiding and to run around aimlessly.

"You go play, Sismeren. I'll catch up with you later, ok? I need to go down to the river to get a drink." Without waiting for her sister's response, Cemes springs off towards the south so she can reach the refreshing waters of the nearby river.

As she nears the river, Cemes slows down to listen to her surroundings, checking to see if any predators are around. Glancing into the distance, Cemes spies her usual hiding spot for taking a drink. Nearing slowly, the wind shifts direction and Cemes catches the scent of a flower. Reaching her grove, Cemes checks inside to be certain that the area is safe.

The sight bewildered the dryad, as she saw something she both didn't wish to see, and didn't understand. Before her was an orc, carefully kneeling down and inspecting the lotus flower. Reaching with his large fingers, the orc reached into his pink tabbard and pulled out a small cutery tool, as well as a pouch. Using his knee for support, the orc leaned forward and carefully trimmed a minute petal from the flower, and carefully placed it within the pouch that he withdrew moments before. Smiling, the orc stood up, and walked out the other end of the grove.

Forgetting about the water that she came to drink, Cemes darts off to a cleft in the shadows of an old tree nearby so she could recollect herself. Her heart pounding, Cemes rubs the sweat from her brow as she remembers the day that the orcs came and killed off her father. Those orcs were ruthless, and killed things as if they were demons. Indeed, the resting place of one of those orcs is inhabited now by demons, the very orc that not only killed her father, but also killed the demon Mnemoth.

This orc though, seemed to be kind and caring. He acted with care, and only took what he needed from the plant. He cut carefully, made sure not to damage the plant more than needed, and even had a special herb pouch to place the plant in so that the piece that was taken would not rot away too quickly. This orc actually cared for what he was doing, and what he left behind.

Cemes ponders on the matter, and doesn't even notice that another orc has come into sight, and has even spotted her.

Some old backstories, will fix layout of it later.

(( Neh, I'll add the backstories as well. I'm bored and avoiding to login. >.> ))


The end of winter being near, a young night elf was walking around, full of joy. In her arms, she carried a few gold pieces, just enough to keep her father from going poor.

Arriving home in Darnassus, Aswera sneaks into her home, trying not to awaken her father. As she steps a foot into her window, a candle is lit.

"Where have you been, young lady? With some heathen out there touching you? What is his name? I'll bloody kill him, you selfish child. Give me his name, NOW!" a loud and drunken voice barked at her.

Tears float into Aswera's eyes as she looks at the man she calls father.

"I'm.. I'm sorry daddy.. its not what you think though! I was just going out and finding all the visitors, greeting them. There are lots of people that come around this time of year! I was just being nice to people.." Aswera was crying by this point, obviously afraid of her father.

"Oh? Then what is with the gold in yer arms child? I know what people do at night! How do you think I met your mom!? Now, give me that gold you ungrateful child and name the man that you were with!"

"Dad, this gold is yours, I got it for you. I.. I did something wrong, I know. Those visitors, I took copper and silver from their wallets. I pick pocketed all of it. It was so we didn't go poor! You didn't go back to work since mom died, I didn't want you to run out of gold.. so I've been doing this for the past 2 years. I'm.. sorry. I shouldn't be stealing.." Aswera bursts into tears, fearing that she has answered all of her father's questions.

Her father mistook her tears though, and felt that she was lying. Of course, a child would always lie about a man she 'loved' and had been with.

[i]For two years she has been with him and without me knowing? I should play into this to see if she can name him.[/i]

"Alright then, why did you decide you have to steal to get the money? Where do you think that will get you later in life!?"

Quickly, the old warrior lashes out at Aswera and leaves a fist-sized mark against her cheek.

Crying, Aswera looks up to her father.
"I.. I did it for you. I just want you to keep being happy daddy.. I'll stop.. if you want me to."

"IT'LL MAKE YOU A THIEF! People will kill you for it! You want that kind of life!? You ungrateful child, after everything I have done for you in life!"

Her father raises his mug of ale and throws it at Aswera. He then takes his fists and starts pounding on her.

[i]Hit her! Yea, that is how I have solved all my problems! Hitting and fighting! The warrior code! Ungrateful child! Weak! Hit her![/i]

The pounding goes on for another 3 minutes, Aswera crying and trying to get away the entire time. Her father yelling about some man, she passed out from all of the blows to her head.

"Aswera, you are a pitiful child and you will die for your sins! Just as your mother did!"

******

[i]So the pickpocket came this way? Hmm.. I'll have to poke around inside. I hear screams inside though..[/i]

An unknown visitor to Darnassus creaps onto the windowsill of a small home within Darnassus. Looking in the window, she spies the pickpocket that so kindly greeted her when she arrived.

[i]I still don't know how a child spied me.. I was as hidden as always. That child has talent, and I'll be damned if I don't use her to my own will. Or at least get some silver back.[/i]

Watching the arguement that took place, the woman notices the hostility of the man the child is calling 'father.'

[i]Wait for the child to take a good beating, that'll teach her for stealing from me. As for this man, I'll take care of him.[/i]

Shortly after Aswera passes out, a vase drops in the hallway and crashes to the floor.

"What in the world..?" Aswera's father questions.

Within seconds, he was a murdered man from an ambush and a few stabs, stunned the entire time.


*******

[i]This child was such an easy prize. She'll be a great student, or she'll die under my arms as she tries to survive.[/i]

The unknown assassin smirks as she sneaks into a remote area in Teldrassil to begin training the body that she has slung on her back.

[i]Child, remember the life you once had, for those are now the best years of your life.[/i]

*******


Three weeks later, Aswera awakens to a dark room and a throbbing on her head. Looking around, she sees some herbs and potions.

"Where.. am I? What is going on?" Aswera asks herself, dimly aware that she is speaking outloud.

"Child, you better learn quick. Now, brace yourself!"

Without any further warning, a dagger is thrown and hits the wall beside Aswera's head.

With a scream, Aswera jumps to her feat.. all to quickly. Still a little drowsy, the blood rushes to her head and she collapses back to the ground.

[i]Must.. keep moving...[/i]

"Get up! Get up! Get up! Get up!" The voice echoes in her head as she passes out once more.


*******

A few hours later, Aswera looks around.

"Who am I? I don't.. remember anything." Aswera whispers to herself. She begins to look around at her area to see if she can remember anything.

"You are my student and you are here to learn quickly. You are to be a rogue. You suffered a huge blow to the head, but that doesn't matter. As a beginner, you don't deserve a name." a mysterious voice answers.

"I have no name? Ok.. and I am your student. What are you teaching me, as for trying to make me become a rogue?" the nameless child asks.

"You are going to be an assassin, resource gatherer, compiling enemy intelligence, and to never be heard of. Your training begins now."

Without a further word, an arrow is shot across the room, barely missing the child's head.

"Are you trying to kill me!? That almost hit my head!"

"Actually, I am. You should dodge this next one."

Another arrow flies through the air, just as Aswera ducks. Leaping from the bed she was laying on, she kicks it sideways to put a wall between herself and the voice. Looking for anything that she can use to defend herself, she finds a dagger stabbed into the wall nearby. Aswera reaches for it, and changes her hiding position.

With the room incredibly dark, she hopes that she has hidden well enough. Listening softly, she hears another arrow fly through the air, toppling over a vase.

[i]twing!![/i]



Aswera throws the dagger she retreived in the general direction of the string, hoping to hit the voice that is trying to kill her.

[i]Snap![/i]

To Aswera's dismay, the bowstring itself was hit, making the bow useless. Now, she would have to rely on whatever she could find as a weapon against whatever the voice had. Remembering that she just gave away her position, Aswera starts to move to try and find another location, only to stumble into her attacker's body.



"Now, child, lets test how fast you do evade!"

The voice swings a blade, as Tsune hears it rip the wind nearby. The broadside of the blade hits her upside the arm, causing a massive bruise.

"OW!" Reaching forward, Tsune throws a punch at her attack, missing completely.

"That is it? Just 1 punch? You'll learn better than that child!" her antagonist yells, swinging her second sword at the child.

Another bruise is given to Aswera, with another yelp. Desperate, Aswera did the only thing she could do. She tried to focus on living.

[i]Dodge. Dodge. SMACK! Dodge.[/i]

"Very good, you used your evasion skill. Now, keep at it!"

Another swing comes her way, and Aswera was smacked so hard by the blade that she fell backwards. When she hit the floor, she found another dagger, that was casually laying there. Hoping for the best, she picked it up, and threw it at across the room, hoping it was a good distraction. Her opposer's footsteps took off that way, so Aswera did the opposite. She ran the other way.

"Get back here child!" echoed behind her as Aswera was lucky enough to have found the door, and she burst into a sprit into the nearby trees.

Aswera ran all night, until she found some roots to rest in under a large Teldrassil tree. And there, she slept.


*******

Tsune awoke the next day to find 2 things beside her. The first, was a small and blunt dagger. The other, was an envelope.


[i]
Dear child,
You have done well. I am hoping that you will
provide me with a lot of entertainment as you
go through life. To help you get started,
there is an elf in Aldrassil, a small town
here in Teldrassil. He is expecting you. This
is the first and only job I will put you onto.
As a reward for running like the wind, I have
given you a new name. The name means "of the
wind." Your new name, is Tsune.[/i]

Thin Ice

[i]Its cold.[/i]
The sun peers around the clouds of early spring and glance down at the snow covered grounds of Winterspring. The snow begins to recede from its winter might. Frozen springs come alive again, as do the fish.
The fish are what brings the local goblins to this small creek, as the value of their bones has increased lately. Beautiful things are often sculpted from them, and even the Taurens have taken a liking to the odd displays.
Digor, a new fishergoblin as of last year, calmly walks out onto the ice. He feels around with an iron rod, trying to locate the ice that is thin enough to fish through, though strong enough for the weight of his equipment.
[i]Bright light. Wh.. Where am I?[/i]
Digby watches his brother, Digbor, carefully, as the newer fishers are always the most careless. Why, he almost had to pull his brother out of the freezing waters just last year, which would have been a sure death.
[i]Ice. Its cold. I must wake up.[/i]
A sleek spot on the smooth ice releases its grip on the invading goblin’s foot, letting him fall on his rear with a loud clank as the iron rod reflects off of his head, then rolls a short distance away.
[i]I hear something.[/i]
Cursing, Digbor crawls over to his rod and grabs it. He notices something under the ice and reaches for it. Frozen layers of water block his hand. He shouts to his brother about a find, and cracks the ice with his rod. Upon recognition of the item, he freezes.
A hand sits in the ice.
Digby reaches his brother and notices the hand. He gasps as the fingers twitch into movement.
[i]I feel freedom. I can not get free by myself.[/i]
Digbor crosses his heart in salute to an unknown deity as he tries to think of what he should do. He glances to his brother for support.
“What do we do?”
“Well, it deserves a proper burial. Maybe it has money on it too!” his brother suggests.
“I never seen nobody live in the ice though. You think that twitching was real? Or was it just.. I don’t know. What was it?”
“Well, that’s obvious. The hands got free of the ice, and moves because they weren’t strained. That’s it. Lets bury him.”
“Okiedokie!”
The brothers break more ice in an attempt to free the corpse from its frozen gravesite. After a few sticks of dynamite, the ice lets loose a loud hiss. The brothers, obviously not thinking about anything other than the explosion, had placed the dynamite into a circular formation around the corpse.
The circular piece of ice fell into the running waters and was lost to the goblins.
[i]Free me.[/i]
The creeks turns to a river, and the river to a waterfall. That same piece of ice, after several bangs against rocks along the way, finds it way falling off the falls into pieces. The corpse is freed, and floats to the banks.
Two days later, the corpse opens its eyes to see the blue skies above.
“Kawa,” the feminine corpse states, “I’m going to find you.”

@Plagued Disciples

To all members of Plagued Disciples from Kirin Tor, from before The Burning Crusade:

If you wish to contact me, I am now on the realm Darkspear (pvp) as Lycade (undead). I still miss playing with the lot of you, and I still enjoy PvP, now more than ever. I wish you all were easier to keep in contact with... which reminds me, it is time for me to email Glorte/Skellington again.

Tank, Aby, etc, please feel free to contact me. :x