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.

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9. The Warrior

  Kevin was awoken by a knock on his door. He quickly rubbed his eyes and hopped out of bed to open the door. As the door slowly cracked open, Kevin was met with a tall and slim Orc, with a huge muscular upperbody. His long braided hair ran straight down his body and had a hint of gray, leaving Kevin to believe this was no young soldier, but a fearless veteran of war. The Orc was breathing slow and steadily, making his small nose ring wiggle back and forth. "Are you Kevin?" Kevin was unsure whether or not to answer that question, so all he could bring himself to do was to nod in quiet acknowledgement. The Orc kneeled and saluted. "I thank you kind mage. If not for you and your friends, I would surely be dead. I owe you my life." Kevin was rather surprised, but quickly told the Orc to stand up. He wouldn't want people to see anyone kneeling to him. "What is your name, Orc?" The Orc saluted once again and stood tall. As the Orc rose to his full height, Kevin could see him in his true nature.

  The Orc had gone from an injured half-corpse to a mighty hero in fully plated armor. He wore giant spiked shoulder plates along with a steel face-plate. His entire body was covered in massive steel-plates from neck to toe. The sight was impressive. But what really drew Kevin's attention was the massive axe mounted to his back. He couldn't get a good look, but the blade was without a doubt crafted from Primordial Saronite, an extremely rare metal from Northrend. "My name is Targok the Kingslayer, Great Warrior of the North. I was among the Heroes who defeated the Lich King's minions and the Lich King himself in Icecrown Citadel." Kevin nearly dropped his jaw as the Orc introduced himself. "You were the Warrior who shattered the Lich King's sword, Frostmourne." Targok nodded. "That is correct. Although the Heroes who were among me deserve just as much praise and fame, most of them were killed before we reached the inner sanctum where the Lich King resided." Kevin sighed. "That is unfortunately the case with a lot of the Heroes who arise to challenge the evils Azeroth has seen through the years." They both had a brief moment of silence for the fallen Heroes and comrades they had lost in the years. Kevin was quick to end the silence. "So what can I do for you Targok? You probably didn't seek me out just to thank me." Targok smiled. "You are as wise, as you are brave little one. I am looking to join you and your friends in the advance on Hyjal." Kevin rubbed his beard. "I see. Well, you're welcome to tag along with me once I return. I am however barely recovered from the first teleportation." Targok nodded. "Do not worry about me. I will make it there on my own."

  With a loud roar from Targok, a mighty Frost Wyrm descended from the skies and landed next to Targok, barely missing Kevin's house. The Wyrm was enormous, but Targok seemed to climb it with ease despite his armor and weapon. He must at least had the physique of a Dragon, Kevin thought to himself. As the Wyrm carried Targok north towards Hyjal, Kevin decided it was best if he got back to resting. His body was already shaking despite him only being up for a little over 5 minutes. Magic really took it's told on your body if you did not use it properly. Casting too many spells in too short a time could be deadly and it was not unheard of that apprentices eager to learn, killed themselves by throwing spells everywhere. Kevin went back to bed in order to finish resting. He quickly fell asleep and wondered how Targok's presence would benefit Âshe and Ome.

 

"Report scouts." The Captain did not look in a good mood. While the Alliance was not exactly known to punish their soldiers with death, some Generals could easily give the order to execute someone without anyone lifting an eyebrow to question his decision. The encampment of Humans and Dwarves all listened with eager, as the scouts made their report. The two Night Elves were sweating and it was almost obvious they were shaking under their armor. "The camp was wiped out after the scouting party's raid on structure. Three members of the Horde arrived 4 hours later, a Mage, a Paladin and a Hunter. Apparently, they found an injured Orc survivor outside the nearly destroyed house." The Captain listened intensively to the report, but upon hearing about the survivor he immediately turned his attention to the scouts. He slowly walked over and looked them straight into the eye.

  "The raid left a survivor? That is rather careless. Do they have any proof or any reason to believe we did it, rather than the elementals." One of the Night Elves could almost feel blood sweating from his hairline. "They found a sigil, an Alliance sigil. It will lead them to believe it was us, but only we, will know who was careless enough to get their sigil stolen." The Captain sighed in frustration. "Very well. Return to Darnassus and report to your superiors and get some rest. I will call upon you, shall I need you further. You are dismissed."

  As the Night Elves saluted and walked away, the Captain grabbed tight around the handle of his sheathed sword with his left hand. He called for his escorts to follow and two guards followed him in proper marching fashion. Upon reaching a rather large tent, he stopped outside it. With a loud voice, he called out: "11th Division, show yourselves before your Captain." In less than 10 seconds, all 12 Division members stood tall, ready for inspection. "You gentlemen have some nerve. Not only do you carry out a very strict and precise order carelessly. You also have the nerve to hide the fact you didn't check all the bodies for life signs." The Division members started to look worryingly at each other and the Division Commander stepped forward to defend his unit, but before he could even get a word out, the Captain dismissed him. "Do not even bother me with your defense Commander. You and your mens armor will tell me more than enough." The Captain quickly ordered his two escort guards to ransack and search the tent for an armor missing a sigil. The soldiers looked at each other with fear in their eyes when the guards returned with the armor in question, the armor of the Division Commander himself. "You are a shame to your entire unit, Commander. Hiding the fact you didn't check the bodies is one thing. But not reporting the loss of your armors sigil? That is downright unforgivable. Step forward, Commander." The Commander's posture didn't waver even once as he walked forward towards the Captain. "Commander, by the right of my position as a loyal servant of King Varian Wrynn, Captain of his army that he has entrusted me, I hereby relieve you of duty and you are to return to Stormwind. I would ask you to return your sigil, but that has already been taken care of now hasn't it? Consider this a dishonorable discharge, Commander."

  The Commander knew he had to pay the price for what he had done and complied with the Captain's orders. One of the guards escorted the Commander away. "Consider this a lesson to all of you. I am fair and if you admit your mistakes, we can avoid a lot of trouble. But hide grievous mistakes from me and your future is in jeopardy." He slowly walked towards the highest ranking soldier after the Commander and handed him a new sigil, with slightly more decoration and engravings. "This is your unit now, Division Commander." The soldier nodded and saluted in respect. "Do not make the same mistakes as your former leader." As the soldiers returned to their tent, the Captain walked back to his small tent. This setback had put them in a horrible situation and he was now forced to prepare his men for an army. The Horde would no doubt send reinforcements to deal with this and rebuild the structure and encampment, but unfortunately, they would probably be escorted by armed guards now that they knew the Alliance had done this. This severely sat back their plans.

 

Âshe and Ome didn't take the travel to the Grove of Aessina lightly and were rather tired when they finally reached the shrines and temples that made the Grove what it was. The travel had looked to have no impact what so ever on Malfurion. He seemed to almost soar along the ground, his feet never even touching the grass and stone. In their place, life seemed to blossom and flourish. The Druids residing at the camp welcomed them back and among the Druids where also Hamuul Runetotem. Upon seeing Ome out of the corner of his eye, he immediately rushed over to welcome him and Âshe to the Grove. As Ome saw Hamuul approaching, a smile appeared on his lips and he went to meet him halfway. "Come Âshe, allow me to introduce you to an old friend." Âshe willingly followed and Hamuul stretched his arm to Ome in a welcome gesture. "It is good to see you brother."

  Ome took his hand without  hesitation. "You too brother. Allow me to introduce Âshe of the Nightfall, a worthy ally in these troubled times." Hamuul being a Tauren didn't stop Âshe from saluting properly with a firm right handed fist placed over her heart. "Ish-ne-alo por-ah, Hamuul. It is nice to meet you." Hamuul saluted in same fashion as Âshe and studied the Goblin thoroughly. Even Ome was slightly surprised at the words coming from the little Goblin. "You speak Taur-ahe? That is quite the feat for one of your race. I welcome you both, you come at a perfect timing. We need more able-bodied souls to help us in the defense of the Grove. We are under siege by strong fire elementals from the west. They are blocking the path to the Shrine of Malorne, where the rest of the Druids reside.  We are cut off from reinforcements for the time being. I hope you bring more warriors than just yourself. We are not in for an easy ride." Ome tried cheering up Hamuul. "We had a mage with us, he has returned to Orgrimmar to report. Hopefully our Warchief will decide to send more troops, if not to restore the portal to it's original state and make the outpost a stable point of entry again."

  Hamuul looked disappointed. He was however glad to see more people coming their way to help. "You both look exhausted, allow us to offer food and water in addition to a bed, where you can rest until you can fight. Your skills will most certainly be needed." Âshe smiled. "Thank you for the offer Hamuul. Once we have had a few hours rest, we will both gladly help you wither the fire." Hamuul seemed to be cheered up. "Very well." A sudden distress call for Hamuul quickly turned his attention to the battlefield. "You will have to excuse me, I am needed elsewhere. Kirin will provide you with food and water. Speak to her." Hamuul then proceeded to hurry west of the Grove, where the flames could be clearly seen. A young Night Elf  came up to them and greeted them. She then proceeded to show them to a small table with food and water, along two primitive beds in tents. Both Ome and Âshe thanked the Elf for the assistance and she went to help the others hold the fire back from the west. Âshe felt she was being useless, but there was not much she nor Ome would be able to do, had they not the strength of a full stomach and a well-rested soul. They quickly scuffed down the food and went to rest. The sooner they could assist, the better.

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