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.


18. The Rescue

  As Ome and Âshe follow the outer edge of the steep hills, Âshe suddenly stopped as she noticed the horn in the distance being blown once more. "Ome. That is no ordinary battle-horn. I've heard that before." Ome was first confused, but then he realized what she meant. "You're right. That is the sound of a Horde battle-horn." They slowed walked to the edge of the hills and saw smoke rising from the valley below. The smoke had already tainted the clouds above. "I think it's time we get down there, risky way or not." Ome agreed in a silent nod and they both summoned their trusty mounts. After quickly climbing their mounts, they sat off in a steep dive down towards the smoking settlement. As their mounts picked up speed, Âshe shouted to Ome. "Ome, there's something else. Before I passed out, I noticed two Humans dragging Targok off towards this valley. I think they might have taken him prisoner." Ome looked over at Âshe with determination in his eyes. "Then our path is set. Let's hope were not too late."


  The attack had begun. The Alliance camp entrance was already filled with the corpses of Alliance heroes and troops alike. Blood was coloring the earth a smooth crimson red as the onslaught continued. The sounds of swords and axes clinging against armor, the screams of agony as weapons tore through flesh and the booming noise of wardrums being struck, filling the Orc soldiers with a swift boost of morale as they kept battling against the Humans caught off guard. While the Humans were putting up quite a fight, they would eventually get overrun.


  "What on earth is all this ruckus?" Captain Jones was in far south of the Alliance encampment when the attack hit the camp and had no idea who or what was attacking them. One of his Sergeants were already here and was trying to catch his breath and deliver his report at the same time. "Captain, the Horde.. They are here.. They have found us." The Captain turned from surprised to angry quickly and ordered all troops to the front lines. It was clear that his troops would never hold out against a full army of the Horde. Captain Jones' eye caught a mage running towards the battle, but the Captain was fast enough to catch his attention. "You there! Stop! I need your help!" The mage stopped and looked around. He saw the Captain re-entering his tent and the mage decided to follow. "How can I be of assistance Captain?" As the Captain started to equip his armor and weapons preparing to engage the Orcs in battle, he gave the mage a very important mission.

  "This attack was not expected. I need you to deliver a report to Varian Wrynn. Tell him, that the resources we need are here and that if the Horde gets their hands on them, we are done for. They war machines and troops will be unstoppable. And we will need every man available to fend them off." The mage listened closely and nodded in acknowledgement. "Now hurry mage, to Stormwind. Because the camp, is about to fall." The mage quickly teleported out. As the Captain equipped all his armor, he went to the weapons rack in his tent. He glanced over the rack and picked up the sword the King had given him as a token of his proud service to the Alliance. The handle was solid gold with a long steel blade. A small gem had been placed in the blade as a rune to ward the wielder against projectiles. In the heat of battle, one could simply touch this small gem and the sword would feel as if moving on it's own, deflecting any arrows shot directly at the wielder. A rare gift and today, it was time to use it. It was time to show the Horde that despite their clever little surprise, they would still be in a fight for their lives.


  The Alchemist could feel the trouble tremble. "What in the name of the King is going on out there?" He stood up from the table and walked towards the cell door. The door was immediately opened by a nearby guard and the Alchemist and the guards exchanged words before leaving Targok in the cell and rushing off to the surface. The cell door was left open, a mistake by the guards which were now in panic over the attack. A wounded guard had caught their attention and they had stormed off to help him and to see what was going on. Targok was struggling to get of his chained position, but he couldn't move his body. The effects of the paralyzing elixir was still in full effect. Now was his chance to escape and he was in position to do anything. In his pointless struggle, he quickly looked back at the door and noticed a shadow coming towards the cell. From the top of his lungs, he screamed in agony and yelled. "I.. DON'T... KNOW... ANYTHING!" The shadow came through the cell door and the rays of sun from the small cell window revealed the true nature of the shadow. Wearing bright silver shining armor and a shield broader then his own body and with a sword gleaming with light from the enchanted runes in the blade, a Blood Elf looked at Targok.

  Due to the effects of the various elixirs Targok had been force fed, he couldn't believe his eyes. In his mind, he figured this was merely a hallucination, as he could have sworn the Blood Elf entering his cell had giant wings. But as the Blood Elf came closer Targok realized this Blood Elf was in fact wearing giant golden wings on his back, which slowly disappeared as he walked to assist the Orc in pain. "It's alright warrior, you're safe now." Targok was groggy and couldn't speak normally. The Blood Elf laid his calm hands on Targok's shoulders and looked into his eyes. "I see. You are tainted by black magic elixirs. Don't worry, I'll fix that." The Blood Elf gently swooped his left hand across Targok's head and Targok inhaled deep and sharply for a few moments. "I.. I can breathe." The Blood Elf smiled, but his smile quickly dissipated as he heard footsteps coming. "Quickly, we have no time for introductions. We need to get you out of here. Can you walk?" The Blood Elf helped Targok back on his feet and threw one of Targok's arms over his shoulders. He almost carried Targok with ease as the footsteps got louder. They quickly exited the cell and made a sharp left turn into the dark corridor and continued to hurry further down the hallway of cells, constantly moving towards the armory. If Targok had to get out alive, he needed armor and a weapon. 


  "The attack is still underway Sir, but the Humans are not giving up." Ruk'Thar had moved his tent through the portals to the front line, just outside the Alliance encampment. As his troops reported back, his drew their position and movement on a map of the camp, to make sure every inch got covered and no Alliance troops were left to report back. "Good. Let them live in the hope they can stop us. Send in the bomb squad on the southern part of the encampment here." Ruk'Thar pointed to where the Captain of the Alliance camp was supposed to be. "As you wish General." The Lieutenant quickly hurried off to issue the order. It was time General Ruk'Thar joined his troops. "Prepare my armor and axe, it's time I get a piece of this action."


  Âshe tried keeping a strong grip around the reins on her Dragonhawk, but it was hard due to the sheer speed at which her and Ome was diving. Ome's Proto Drake was strong enough to withstand the speed, but Âshe's rather thin Dragonhawk was having a hard time making sure Âshe didn't fall off. As they reached the trees, they let up their speed and starting flying lower into the forest. They landed a few paces from the battlefield and dismissed their mounts, which flew back to safety. Âshe drew her bow and readied an arrow on the string and Ome unsheathed his sword. They sat off into the forest, hoping they weren't too late to save Targok from whatever mess he was in. They only knew two things. The Horde army had arrived and was attacking a target of interest, most likely an Alliance camp and Targok was among them. Time was of the essence and it was now up to Âshe and Ome to save Targok from execution.

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