Trolls and tribulations
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
21
Views:
5,309
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own world of warcraft nor do I make any money from it but boy do I wish I did
Catching up
Tasha stepped thru the portal from Shattrath into the mage training area of Orgrimmar and sighed. To her this would always be the best city of all the Horde, her roots in Sen'jin but this was where it all happened. And this was where she came to put several items up for sale on the auction house. Her leather working skills had increased while in outland and several things she'd made were suited for fellow shamans, hunters and druids, even a new piece for rogues. She picked up her bag and headed down the steps, normally she would mount up for the run to the bank and auction area but today she felt like walking.
Again she was unaware she was being watched.
Omen had continued his duties and training, one recent errand having brought him to Orgrimmar to seek Thrall himself. And as he was here he decided to spend a few coins on looking into better gear, someone had sent him a fairly large sum of money. No name no details just gold, and while he was fairly sure he knew who it had been he had no proof. So he scanned the lists of things for sale, idly thinking on a certain female troll and took a deep breath. Couldn't be said his mind. He glanced across the room.
It was her.
Not fifteen feet from him, dressed in her mail and carrying mace and shield, looking every inch the battle hardened troll he knew she had to be, focused on the lists as well. He moved carefully, not wanting to appear as if stalking her. As he saw the lists she was reading he smiled a little. Mail armor, a new set. Some made by one of the premier blacksmiths of the Orcs, Grimclaw himself. He watched as she picked out several pieces, made payment on it and turned.
"Sorry mon, ah dinnae see ya dere." Tasha smiled at the handsome troll in her path, his tongue frozen by something it seemed and so was his body. He didn't move out of her way instead placed a hand on her arm.
"Tasha, ah be glad ta see ya. Canna say 'ow much ah missed ya."
"Missed meh? We met?" Puzzlement crossed her face and it was answered by barely contained rage flashing thru his eyes.
"Whatcha mean ya 'member meh don'tcha? Met ya in Sen'jin?" Omen was fuming, Imon had somehow messed with her mind he knew it, stolen her memories so she would go on being his soldier. No matter for her hearts desires, her body, or anything of his for that matter. "Da night o'da feast?"
"Dun rin' no bells mon, an' ah'll tank ya ta not be touchin' wat ain't yas ta touch." Tasha reached over with her other hand and removed his from her arm, as she did he grasped her hands with both of his and she tried to pull back away a little. She shivered, though she wasn't sure why, and he paused.
"Ah dun wanna 'urt ya luv, jus' wanna tell ya. remind ya wut 'appened."
It was then the alarms went off.
ORGRIMMAR IS UNDER ATTACK
Again she was unaware she was being watched.
Omen had continued his duties and training, one recent errand having brought him to Orgrimmar to seek Thrall himself. And as he was here he decided to spend a few coins on looking into better gear, someone had sent him a fairly large sum of money. No name no details just gold, and while he was fairly sure he knew who it had been he had no proof. So he scanned the lists of things for sale, idly thinking on a certain female troll and took a deep breath. Couldn't be said his mind. He glanced across the room.
It was her.
Not fifteen feet from him, dressed in her mail and carrying mace and shield, looking every inch the battle hardened troll he knew she had to be, focused on the lists as well. He moved carefully, not wanting to appear as if stalking her. As he saw the lists she was reading he smiled a little. Mail armor, a new set. Some made by one of the premier blacksmiths of the Orcs, Grimclaw himself. He watched as she picked out several pieces, made payment on it and turned.
"Sorry mon, ah dinnae see ya dere." Tasha smiled at the handsome troll in her path, his tongue frozen by something it seemed and so was his body. He didn't move out of her way instead placed a hand on her arm.
"Tasha, ah be glad ta see ya. Canna say 'ow much ah missed ya."
"Missed meh? We met?" Puzzlement crossed her face and it was answered by barely contained rage flashing thru his eyes.
"Whatcha mean ya 'member meh don'tcha? Met ya in Sen'jin?" Omen was fuming, Imon had somehow messed with her mind he knew it, stolen her memories so she would go on being his soldier. No matter for her hearts desires, her body, or anything of his for that matter. "Da night o'da feast?"
"Dun rin' no bells mon, an' ah'll tank ya ta not be touchin' wat ain't yas ta touch." Tasha reached over with her other hand and removed his from her arm, as she did he grasped her hands with both of his and she tried to pull back away a little. She shivered, though she wasn't sure why, and he paused.
"Ah dun wanna 'urt ya luv, jus' wanna tell ya. remind ya wut 'appened."
It was then the alarms went off.
ORGRIMMAR IS UNDER ATTACK