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.


20. Showdown

  The rain had started to piddle down from the heavy clouds. The soldier was studying the Goblin Hunter in front of him. "You really think you can take me on in melee combat? You must be either crazy or urging to die. No matter. I will fulfill your wish for death." The soldier charged forward, but Âshe was ready for him. With deadly precision and a swift thrust, she jumped slightly to the left and struck the soldier in his exposed knee cap, as he charged towards her, stumbling forward and falling into a pile of mud." Âshe's facial expression didn't waver even once. "You were saying?" The soldier pulled himself out of the puddle and scraped the worst of the mud from his iron armor. He felt a sharp shooting pain from the straight cut wound on his leg. "You will pay for that." Âshe rolled her eyes and changed into a defensive stance. "Enough talk. Come at me." As she gestured with her hand, the soldier attacked once more, but this time, he was more careful.

  The soldier jumped forward in a series of slashes, with Âshe dodging every single one of them with agility and skill. Âshe could feel the Human getting frustrated, but giving him even the slightest advantage would be fatal for her. She blocked a head-on assault from his sword, followed by a swift strike with the bottom handle of her spear, to his already wounded leg. She summoned all her strength to follow it up with a strong kick to his stomach, pushing him several yards away. The soldier was feeling humiliated. As she watched the soldier regain his composure, she could drop the thought that something wasn't right. "You're good. Finally, a worthy challenge. I was getting sick of these lowly Orc grunts." The soldier dropped his shield and drew another short-sword from his belt. With a loud roar, he pushed another reckless assault unto Âshe. This time, she could barely dodge or block his attacks before the next one came at her. The soldier had gone berserk. He swung his swords at her time and time again, cackling like a mad man with every blow being parried. Suddenly, Âshe lost her balance, falling back first into the wet grass. Without hesitation, the soldier dove down to strike her. She barely escaped the blade coming towards her, by rolling to her right. As she stood up, a slow drip of blood left it's trace in the grass. The soldier had nicked her right arm, but the wound wasn't too severe. "For a moment there, I thought you wouldn't be able to hit me. Seems I was wrong."

  Âshe didn't get much breathing room before the soldier came at her again. He swung both his blades in a raging blow, hoping to do some more damage, but Âshe was fast enough to parry both blade with her spear handle. As they looked each other in the eye, while locked in a struggle for power, Âshe could feel him overpowering her. She quickly closed her eyes and mumbled a short incantation. The soldier was pushed several yards back, by a forceful blast. Âshe was surrounded in a faint white glow. As the soldier got back on his feet, he scoffed at the sight before him. "Aspect of the Beast? Is that all you got?" Âshe knew it would take all her focus to kill this man, but she refused to give up. "Don't bother smack talking me. All you have is your rage, once that is dealt with, you're nothing." Furious by Âshe's words, the soldier roared once more as they both charged towards one another.


   Ome had already seen what a war could leave in it's wake, but was always disgusted with the sight none the less. Bodies, blood and weapons littered across a battlefield and the dead trampled under the feet of the live ones, fighting to the death. While the Orcs fought with strength and valor, the Human soldiers had both the courage and the training to take on the seemingly endless grunts poured forth from the portals.

   Ome had carried the Orc grunt all the way to a nearby building. He had administered emergency first aid, but the Orc was in a dire situation. "Are you alright? Can you at least walk?" The Orc groaned in pain. "Leave me be kind Paladin. I will hold my own here, but you need to move on. However, I must request a favor." Ome nodded and listened to the Orc's possibly last words. "You need to get down to that armory and destroy their ammunition depots. We can't allow them to re-arm." Ome could completely follow that logic and after leaving the Orc, he went straight for the bunker concealing the entrance to the armory. Two guards had already taken their defensive position as soon as the attack started. As they saw the giant Tauren approach, Ome could see them shaking in their tin boots. As he slowly unsheathed his sword, one of the guards sat into an immediate sprint and jumped towards Ome. In a single impaling strike, the guard quite literally threw himself onto Ome's sword. As Ome pushed the dead body off his sword, the other guard had already disappeared in fear. "Easy enough."

   Ome's brute strength was enough to bash open the fortified wooden door to the bunker. He looked around, but couldn't find any hints of ammunition anywhere. His eye suddenly caught a metal hatch in the floor and upon opening the hatch, he discovered and underground tunnel leading in several directions. "Well, only one way to find out." Ome quickly jumped down the hatch, closing it after him.


  Kevin stood on top of the hill, looking down over the destruction Ruk'Thar had started. Smoke was rising all over the once peaceful forest. Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he would not believe people, if they told him. Ruk'Thar had always been a little hot-headed, but this went beyond just a regular attack. This was revenge, this was personal. Kevin knew he had to stop Ruk'Thar before he went too far from redemption. He quickly noticed the mages maintaining the portals below. He decided if he had to stop the invasion, he would have to go for the source.


   "Where's my armor! These Humans wouldn't have just left me without my armor would they? They will pay for this!" The Blood Elf shook his head. "Calm down Targok. I'm sure your armor is here somewhere. We just have to keep looking." Targok loved his armor and weapon more than anything else in this world. It was the remains of his generation and loosing it would be catastrophically bad. After looking through the countless blades and axes, Targok finally found his axe, The Skullcleaver. He ran towards it, with the speed of a marathon runner and grabbed the handle tight. He caressed the blade of the axe gently. "I've missed you, old friend." The Blood Elf shushed him and gestured towards the door. Targok could hear footsteps coming towards them and he jumped quickly to cover behind the iron door to the armory.  The Blood Elf readied his shield and sword, but lowered it when he noticed who was coming. Targok started panicking. "What on earth are you doing!" The Blood Elf smiled. "Greeting an ally."

   Targok was rather confused when looking out the corridor. He couldn't see anyone. As he focused his eyes, the shadow of a Rogue came creeping towards them and soon before them, as if out of thin air, was a Troll Rogue standing before them. The Blood Elf and the Troll shook hands. Targok coughed to catch their attention. "Time for introductions?" The Blood Elf nodded. "I suppose. I am Nate, Grand Paladin of Silvermoon. And this, this is Santian, Master Assassin of Ravenholdt." The Troll reached forward to shake Targok's hand. "Pleasure ta meet ya, mon."


   As Ruk'Thar cleaved his way through the Alliance forces, his men were taking heavy losses. He had pushed his personal unit further into the camp, separating themselves from the main army. Ruk'Thar had already considered a tactical retreat and regroup with his army, but the human footmen had blocked their escaped, flooding all their troops towards the horde of grunts. 

   Ruk'Thar pondered for a minute. Had he finally let his desire for revenge take over his mind? As his mind wandered, he paid the price. His Kodo took one arrow too many and fell to the ground, causing a small shake in the earth. The soldiers roared in triumph and kept attacking the small force of Orcs. Ruk'Thar dismounted himself from the beast and impaled a nearby Human with his battle axe. This was going to be his last stand and Ruk'Thar regret his decision. But now, it was too late.

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