Ashes And Arrows: The Bright Fire

A novel involving my former WoW character Ashe and her adventures.

After the horrid destruction of Kezan caused by Deathwing tearing through the heart of the world we know as Azeroth, Âshe finds herself in the great Horde city of Orgrimmar. A stranger to these lands and with her entire family perishing to Deathwing's destructive power, she has sworn to carry on the legacy that is her family, many generations of proud Hunters. She soon find herself drawn to help heal the lands hurt by the Cataclysm and gets involved in a long journey, taking her far and wide to areas she could only dream of.

I want to point out, while there is ALOT of lore and actual facts from World of Warcraft involved in this story, there WILL be inconsistensies, seeing as it is still fanfiction, so do not take it serious.

Disclaimer - The name Ashe is in fact not stolen or nicked from League of Legends. I've had the name for roughly 10 years, ever since I started playing World of Warcraft back in Vanilla Beta.


16. Getting Answers

  As Ome woke up, he felt groggy and tired. As he sat up he felt a shooting pain rushing up his spine and a slight headache was banging like a wardrum inside his head. He took a quick look around and noticed a campfire that had burned out long ago. The only remains were a few small piles of ashes getting slowly swept away by the morning breeze. Two backpacks unfamiliar to Ome's knowledge was neatly tucked against a nearby stone formation and Âshe was still snoring loudly in fitful dreams. They were alright. Ome scratched his head lightly and tried to remember what had happened. He remembered falling to the ground after a close and extremely loud explosion. He remember feeling a tremendous amount of pain as he fell to the floor in agony. Then everything turned pitch black. He shook his head and got up on his feet. He was still in pain, but it was nothing special compared to what he had experienced in the past. Ome had once taken an arrow through his left arm. He ran his fingers over the scar it had left after the shamans had patched him up.

  As Ome looked around he couldn't familiarize himself with the surroundings. He quickly determined that both he and Âshe had probably been moved from the road to Aviana's Shrine prior to being bandaged. But something was wrong. Targok was missing. Maybe he had already gone? Maybe that's why there was three beds next to the campfire, Targok had simply gone ahead and made his way to the shrine. But who bandaged them? From what Ome remembers Targok had been closer to the initial blast than Ome, but had taken less damage? Something didn't add up and Ome had a worrying feeling in his guts. Ome could hear Âshe turning and rumbling in her bed as she slowly woke up. "Âshe, do you know what happend?" The little Goblin rubbed her eyes and looked around. She quickly noticed Mirza was gone and he had left in a hurry by the looks of it. "Dammit. He's gone." Ome looked confused at Âshe? "Who?" Âshe exhaled deeply. "You better sit down for this, there's a good chance you won't like this."


  "You can't be serious Hamuul! What makes you think the Alliance did this to my friends?" Hamuul argued with himself how much he should tell Kevin. As a neutral leader he had sworn to never pass on information crucial to either faction. Revealing the location of the Alliance settlement in Hyjal wouldn't be a good move, even if it was to find and help one of Kevin's friends. Hamuul was at a crossroads and he was torn in both directions. "You know I can't tell you anything Kevin." Kevin was furious and slammed his fist into the nearby table. "Screw the rules! I am not gonna stand idle while my friends are in danger. You HAVE to help me Hamuul!"

  All of a sudden Hamuul got an idea. "I can't tell you anything Kevin, but there may be another way." Kevin's facial expression turned from angry to calm and focused. "Alright, what do we do?" Hamuul scratched his beard and went to one of the nearby shelves. After quickly looking through them, he pulled out a dusty map of Hyjal from between two old books. He laid out the map on the wooden table and mumbled a little to himself. "What is this supposed to be Hamuul?" Kevin was getting impatient and felt useless standing around while the fate of his friends was still uncertain. Hamuul was working on something but Kevin didn't know what. "I can't tell you anything even if I wanted to. But I can show you."


  "Please... I don't... know... anything.." Targok's voice had turned into but a whisper. After countless hours of questioning, the Alchemist had stopped resorting to various experimental elixirs causing a wide variety of pain on the Orc and gone straight to torture. "All I want is the location of the Horde army. Surely you don't want to keep this up? Just hurry up and tell me what I need to know and you can go." What the Alchemist didn't realize was that Targok, while a Hero of the Horde, had no information regarding the movement of the Horde army. While the Horde army had most certainly entered Hyjal by now, he didn't know their motive nor their plans of attack. In fact, his mission here had nothing to do with the Alliance. Garrosh had appointed him another task and Targok was now afraid he would reveal details about his mission without intending to. The pressure was getting too much and it would only be a matter of time before the Alchemist became too impatient to hold back on the stronger potions.

  "Still don't wanna talk? Well, I suppose desperate times, calls for desperate needs." In the same moment the Alchemist uttered these words, the guards opened the door and the Captain entered. "How goes your findings Drazel? Any progress?" The Alchemist bowed to the Captain and shook his head. "I am afraid the Orc is as strong as he looks. No information this far. In fact, I am starting to believe he actually doesn't know anything. None has withstood my methods this long before without cracking to the pressure of the elixirs. Then again, I have yet to break out my most powerful concoctions." The Captain smiled. "Very well. Let the Orc rest for a while, then continue your interrogation. Report directly to me once he reveals what we need." The Alchemist bowed once more as the Captain exited the cell. "I will be back soon my green skinned friend. Don't you worry, we will have much more fun together." Targok watched in pain as the Alchemist left the cell and the iron door slammed shut behind him. How longer would he have to endure this suffering?


The sound of pounding footsteps across the earth couldn't be mistaken. An army was marching and they were determined. Horde soldiers didn't march for gold, for women or for fame. The very essence of their determination was in their battle cry, 'Victory or Death.' An Orc soldier would rather die than lose a battle, a mental state of mind that not all Horde soldiers shared and despite the fact that deserters would be considered traitors, some would rather take this brand than die in battle. But this time was different. This time they weren't fighting an army of undead, endless waves of demons or conjured elementals. The enemy was flesh and blood, beings who would feel pain and show fear by the sight of their horrifying army.

  The size of this army was frightening and would put fear in the hearts or their enemies. No Horde soldier would dare flee against a defender of the Aliiance. Sworn enemies to the death, only one would be victorious in this battle and neither sides would stop fighting until a winner was chosen. It had been this way for decades and nothing had changed with Garrosh's rule. Garrosh didn't tolerate failure and Ruk'Thar knew this better than anyone. As his army marched towards the Alliance encampment, he reminded himself of the price he paid the last time he failed Garrosh, as he gently touched the black bandage covering the small hole, where his right eye used to be. "This time will be different. This time, I will not fail."


  Hovering high above the army below, many wyvern riders were flying in formation, ready to cover the the army as they rushed into battle. The Sky Riders were meant to carry out the initial bombardment before the army began their attack on the encampment. The plan was set in stone and it was too late to back down now. But among the riders, was a special sight. A Paladin Agent from Silvermoon, in shining silverplated armor,  mounted atop a mighty fiery Hippogryph. His assignment however, was not a regular one to that of war. Word had already reached him that his target had been taken prisoner and now it was his task to find and free him. The agent ordered his Hippogryph down in a swift dive and landed next to General Ruk'Thar. "I appreciate the escort General. But I must depart on my own assignment. Remember your orders. I will infiltrate the camp and retrieve the high value target once your attack has begun." General Ruk'Thar saluted the agent and nodded in ackknowledgement. "Good luck, Paladin. You will most assuredly need it." And with those words, the Blood Elf Hero, mounted on his fearsome beast, sat off into the horizon.

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