Warcraft Epic

TITLE:Warcraft Epic

AUTHOR: Akire-san

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN WARCRAFT AND IT'S CHARACTERS EXCEPT SHARYA, RATHKURR AND SOME MINOR CHARACTERS I INVENTED.

ATTENTION: i based this fanfic based on my memory of the game. I'm kinnda rusty so pls be gentle. i would appreciate reviews just pls dont send me flames. Thank you!

PLS SKIP THIS INTRO IF YOU KNOW WARCRAFT ALREADY :)
Welcome to the world of warcraft! I have specifically designed this greeting for everyone who didn’t play or know about warcraft. This introduction will help you understand and imagine the world of warcraft better. Now, we start off with the landscape. The land of humans and elves, medieval theme complete with knights, stone castles and footmen, was invaded by a horde of orcish clans from nowhere. For hundreds of years these two mighty forces waged war against one another, hoping to vanquish the other completely. Heroes rose to lead their fellow warriors to battle. Battle drums and metal swords clashed in an old rhythm of death. Durotar, a war chieftain, led the orcish warriors in many battles against the mighty forces of the paladins. Paladins are holy fighters that can heal other comrades using holy light and can even resurrect. They are rivaled by the orc witchdoctors and shamans who can heal, resurrect and more. Blindly they fought one another for the land they thought was theirs. Foolishly, they clung to old hatreds. Until it was too late to see that they were all doomed. A powerful and dark force was fast approaching; the dead are rising in arms. The demons are returning…finally, death has come.

PART 1---HUMANS AND ORCS

Chapter 1- patrol duties
Thrall surveyed the green plains stained with crimson. The sulfuric scent of blood lingered in the air. All was quiet now. The carcass of the arrogant humans littered the ground, their fragile bodies broken and mangled.
“these retched excuses for warriors are really testing my patience,” Rathkurr growled, wiping his blood-stained battle axe.
Thrall looked at his patrol partner and grinned. Much as Rathkurr hid it, Thrall knew he loved to slaughter humans. Especially if they were stupid enough to cross the border. Thrall and Rathkurr defended the northern part of an Orcish settlement northwest of Quel’thalas. Only an hour into their patrol and they already butchered five footmen and a knight who were all spying on their side of the river. Needless to say, the humans met an excruciating end in the hands of the two orcs.
“I know you love to practice with the humans, my friend.” Thrall said, starting to walk towards the forest. His battle hammer reflecting the noon sun’s glare.
“I just wish these humans knew how to fight a battle,” Rathkurr replied, quickly following Thrall.
“humans are very narcisstic, fragile and ignorant fools,” Thrall said, “they care to much for their bodies for them to be broken by war.”
“no fire runs through their veins like use orcs,” Rathkurr agreed, tearing of a strip of his woolen garment. He wrapped it around a deep wound on his arm to stop the bleeding.
“you should wash and put some medicine on that Rathkurr,” Thrall threw a sideways glance at his friend.
“I can handle this little bruise,” Rathkurr said, stopping while flexing his wounded arm
“there is a difference between bravery and stupidity, my friend,” Thrall explained, “come let’s find a stream for you to-”
A scream of a Burlow interrupted him. Both warriors turned to the sound of the beast. A woman’s war cry, slightly muffled, came next. Without hesitation, the orc warriors ran to the direction of the voices. A picture of an orcish woman being attacked by a ferocious Burlow came to the minds of both men, making their leaps longer and faster.
Thrall reached a small clearing amongst the clumps of trees. Sunlight filtered by the leaves came down in shafts and rays. Standing on the clearing was the most beautiful orcish woman Thrall had ever seen. And a Burlow was by her feet, dead. The woman turned towards Thrall, obviously shocked that he was there.
He in turn could only look at her. Her fiery hair was tied back by a bandana, giving him a clear view of her perfect face. Her gently slopping forehead, golden eyes, gently upturned nose and full lips all framed in a heart-shaped face, held him spellbound.
The woman lowered her weapon, a metal glove with three long blades to stare back at him. His mind was going numb. Never had Thrall been speechless in his life.
“uuhhh…” he began unintelligently. He looked at the dead beast and back at the orcish warrior woman. He felt so stupid. Why did his thoughts deserted him?!
“Thrall!” Rathkurr shouted emerging from the cluster of trees out of breath. He stopped short when he saw the dead beast and the woman.
“Dead already?” Rathkurr sounded disappointed. He walked nearer to the lady and poked the Burlow with a toe. Getting no response, he turned his attention to the woman.
“Are you alright, little orc?” Rathkurr asked, the diminutive woman.
“fear not,” the lady smiled, “no harm has befallen me but it seems they found you.”
She looked at his badly bleeding arm and shook her head. Holding his hand, she drew some red powder from one of her waist pouches. After sprinkling it on the wound and saying some incantation, he felt the pain vanish and the wound gone.
“I’m indebt to you, kind woman,” Rathkurr examined his healed hand, greatly impressed. ”you are a witch doctor, are you not?”
“I am but in training,” the girl shook her head, “I am called Sharya from the Crimsonpath clan”
“Crimsonpath clan! Little has remained of that clan since the war of Quel’thalas. We are called Rathkurr and Thrall of the Horde” Rathkurr introduced, pointing at Thrall, who was still tongue-tied.
The young woman looked at Thrall and smiled, making Thralls pulse accelerate. “you defend this part of the forest, do you not?”
Thrall nodded, wisely choosing not to trust his voice.
“then we patrol this land together,” she said, “I have been recently appointed the task of guarding this part of the forest also.”
“Great!” Rathkurr beamed, “we shall stand in arms together fair Sharya!”
“in arms!” Sharya smiled and raised her long-claw gloved right hand.
“what’s a matter Thrall?” Rathkurr asked the silent Thrall “have you swallowed a stinky bug?”
Breaking from his reverie, Thrall walked to them and raised his hammer
“to arms!” he said gruffly.
Later that night, the new friends where sitting in the great hall, eating in front of the fire. Lively music and noisy chatter filled the warm room. Orcs of different sizes and shapes ate, drank and made merry as another day ended. When the moment of the fire dance came, Sharya emptied her tankard and hauled herself up tipsily to join the dance.
The fire dance was a time when all orcs who wished to dance around the great fire could do so. Troll witchdoctors would show off their amazing pyromagic and created shapes out from the flames to dance with the orcs. Every dancer swayed their hips and arms to the beat of the drums.
As the men cheered and sang, Thrall stared at Sharya’s lean and curvy form grind with the beat of the drums. She raised her arms, closed her eyes and swayed seductively...well at least in Thrall’s opinion. The flames reflected and caste shadows on her hair and body, making her look surreal. Thrall felt if he didn’t leave the room, he would do something he’ll regret. So with huge effort, he hauled himself to his feet and hurriedly went outside. The cold blast of wind greeted him as he stepped out of the great hall. He inhaled deeply and immediately felt his mind clear. The cold felt good against his overheated skin. He looked up at the full moon. Rathkurr would probably have grabbed one of the women now and danced with her, Thrall thought with a smile.
But Thrall had little interest to the women orcs until Sharya came. Female orcs, in general, weren’t beautiful and graceful creatures. They were smaller than the males. And although they had fewer muscles, they weren’t also slender like Sharya. They were very useful because they kept everything from farming to keeping the structures sound. They were like the peons but had lighter jobs. The women orcs were also smaller in ratio to the numbers of male orcs because they usually gave birth to boys and never left the safety of their city. Thrall was a bit surprised that Sharya was a student witchdoctor though no law states that she was forbidden to practice. It was just unusual.
Stifling a yawn, Thrall realized he was ready to hit the sack and call it a night. He began to make his way across the huge buildings for his small burrow at the end of the barracks. What he felt about Sharya was still alien to him so he decided to keep his distance from her from now on. She was after all, a witch doctor. He had heard of stories about them and how they can meddle with your mind.
Meanwhile, Sharya looked around and was surprised to find out that Thrall was no longer there. Did he even watch her dance for two minutes? There she was about to dislocate her hip bones just for grinding seductively, only to find out that the object of her hard work was gone! She huffed and drank another tankard full of ale before storming out of the hall. She felt confused. Never before had she felt so strongly for anyone until now. Thrall was handsome, no doubt about that. But he was also funny, intelligent and kind. Rare qualities for an orc warrior to have. She sighed in the night, remembering his intense almost hungry glare when he was looking at her when she started to dance. She felt excited and alive then. Her mind can’t help but wonder how it would feel like to be encased in those strong arms and nuzzle his well-sculpted chest? Thrall…she sighed. Sharya knew there was a possibility that he didn’t find her attractive. Sure he looked at her that way when she danced but it could also be due to the ale that he consumed. Being half Elf, she wasn’t really like one of the orcish women. They were brawnier, wilder and more exciting, while she was slender, curvier and…well…shorter. Though she was blessed by a brain and aura of an elf enabling her to harness the power of the woods and excel in her trainings. She couldn’t stand a chance on mortal combat with them. Dammit!
She reached her small burrow behind the witch doctor’s hut fully frustrated and determined. Her mind was brimming with ideas of how to win Thrall over. Having the though in mind, she curled up on her cot and smiled as she let sleep overtake her.
The next morning, the trio went to the woods together. Rathkurr had a headache for drinking too much ale and had a terrible mood. Sharya convinced him to go to the witch doctor to rest. She and Thrall could handle the patrol. After much grumbling and murmuring, Rathkurr finally agreed and lumbered off. This made Thrall a bit nervous. He had just sworn last night that he would keep his distance from Sharya and there they were. Alone. Together. In the middle of a forest…help!
Sharya wasn’t exactly helping Thrall in keeping himself in check also. She found every possible reason talk to him or be close to him. Thrall found himself hopelessly staring at her smooth and flawless light green skin at the most indecent times. By thunder! What was wrong with him? It was too early for mating season! And yet, the woman’s scent was already making him crazy.
Amazingly, he showed no sign of his internal conflicts. He remained cool, friendly and kind to her. This little fact was ticking Sharya off.
“So Thrall,” she said, kicking a pebble from the forest path, “did you chose a mate already?”
“no, I have not,” he replied, “I have little time for such things.”
She made no reply but continued to walk with him in the forest. They came to a forked path and decided to split up and meet at the end. Sharya took the left path while Thrall took the other.
A minute from walking down the path, Sharya noticed something was amiss. The branches of the bushes were bent or broken as if someone had passed through them wearing a metal armor. She went nearer to the broken branches to inspect them closer. It was too late when she recognized the scent of human. A rush of color and metal came from behind her. Before she could even turn, a blow on her head sent her reeling into unconsciousness. Everything went black.
Meanwhile, Thrall was walking down his path meeting no disturbances. He inspected every tree and leaves for signs of disorder. Nearing the end of the path, he heaved a sigh of relief. No disturbance has occurred since their last patrol. Now he and Sharya could go home and maybe he would teach her how to summon lightning. With that thought in his head, Thrall found himself smiling as he continued to walk the path.
A throb at the back of her head woke Sharya up. She opened her eyes only to find herself gagged and tied up. She looked up at her bounded wrists high above her and down to her bounded feet. Great. A rustle from her left made her look up. Her attacker stood up and walked towards her. Sharya stifled a gasp as the human, obviously a Paladin, yanked her hair back, forcing her to look up at him.
“Well, well, well,” the human looked at her face intensely, “I came here hoping to kill the patrol orcs and infiltrate their defenses but surprise, surprise. Who would’ve thought I would capture a woman orc?”
He released her hair suddenly, “But you weren’t even a challenge. You’re a weak one.”
The insult and the pain at the back of her head made her glare at her captor. He had no right. Oh she was going to enjoy disemboweling him…
“Yet,” he murmured as he walked slowly around her, looking up and down at her, “I have never seen an Orc as small and as pretty as you before…”
“I trust you won’t scream when I remove the cloth?” he looked at the gag.
She refrained with the greatest difficulty from rolling her eyes. Please, like she was a weak human girl who only seem to know how to scream and nothing else. She nodded her head and was rewarded as the gag was removed from her mouth. Flexing her jaw, she tested her voice. Once sure, she spoke.
“Release me at once retched human,” she ordered while glaring up at the tall human.
He merely chuckled and ran his hand through his long golden hair. The Paladdin removed his left glove and stroked her cheek. Shocked, she turned her face to avoid his touch.
“You have soft skin, orc,” he sneered, though the venom was gone, “so unlike your fellow brethren’s…and this certain aura you give off…tell me…are you a princess of a tribe?”
“Unlike you humans, we orcs only answer to our chieftains. All must work their keep,” she spat, “we are all equal.”
“I see,” the human murmured continuing to gaze intensely at her, “but one does wonder how you have attained such beauty and alluring aura…”
He looked at her ears and smiled, “there it is.” He touched her ears, “your part elf.”
She stiffened, partly because of his touch and because he knew her secret. If the others knew she was a half-breed, she would be banished or worse.
“Let go of me,” she whispered dangerously. She was already shaking with anger.
“I think I will not,” he slid his hand down her neck, cupping a breast and stopping to rest at her hips. She inhaled sharply. What was this stupid human think he was doing?!
“I said,” she couldn’t get the anger out of her voice, “get your hands off of me!”
She struggled with her binds. This proved to be a difficult task given that her feet were on tiptoe just to keep her standing. She did manage to break the small branch holding her up. But the sudden need to support her whole weight caught her knees off guard and she stumbled towards her captor. He held her small waist with both of his hands but she still struggled to break free.
“hold still dammit!” he swore as she kicked him hard on the groin.
He fell forward, crushing Sharya beneath him. They rolled around the ground, a mass of tangled limbs. She fought with all of her might but the Paladdin was bigger than her and proved to be more powerful. Soon he had her pinned on the ground with her arms above her head. She lay glaring at her vanquisher, chest heaving. He, in turn, looked down at her. His golden hair was draping down his head, forming a curtain around his and her face.
“I said,” he whispered, “hold still.”
He bent his head and kissed the orc forcefully. Sharya was stupefied. For a moment she forgot how to breathe. What in blazes was the human doing to her?!! She struggled again in vain for he had her pinned down. She tried to scream but his tongue invaded her mouth. Feeling sure that the human was trying to possess her or something, she finally wretched her mouth free from his. And did the thing she hated the most. She screamed for help.
Thrall had reached the end of the path but was surprised to find out that Sharya wasn’t there to greet him. He had given her the shorter route to patrol so she would arrive here ahead of him. Worried, Thrall looked around again. No sign of her. Where was she? A scream interrupted Thrall’s thinking. Without delay, he ran towards the source of the scream. All the while screaming her name. He hoped she was alright.
“Don’t fight me orc,” the human growled, slapping her face hard, “you know you cannot win.”
“I will kill you,” Sharya hissed, she bit her lips as she was slapped again.
He kissed her again. She couldn’t let him in her mouth again. It felt as if he was going to take over her body or something. Although she didn’t fight him anymore, she refused to part her teeth. Smirking, he reached between her thighs.
“let’s see how you respond to this, woman.” He whispered to her ear, “you will succumb to me.”
“Sharya!” a voice roared.
The human was taken off her instantaneously. Thrall was there, heaving and holding his hammer high. He had hit the human with it to get him off of her. Thrall raised his hammer and muttered an incantation. As the human started to stand, a bolt of lightning hit him from the sky. He screamed and fell again. Feeling that he couldn’t win against this newcomer, he muttered a spell and vanished.
Sharya sat up and sobbed. She was so happy Thrall was there. Thrall glared a few seconds more at the spot where the human vanished before kneeling and freeing her from her ties. After she rubbed her sore wrists and ankles she wrapped her arms around Thrall’s waist.
“Are you alright Sharya?” Thrall asked worriedly, he wrapped his strong arms around her instinctively.
Sharya placed her head on the crook of his neck and sighed “I am now.”
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A/N: you’re probably wondering about Sharya’s reaction to the paladin’s kiss. Since you can see that the male orcs fangs cannot enable them to perform the act of kissing, it is not normal for them to stick their tongues into each others mouth. Their equivalent of a kiss is intimate cuddling. I also made up the female half of the orcs, trying to be faithful to the game and the reason why we can’t see them that much pls. be gentle. No flames pls. this is my first warcraft fanfic. I also made up Sharya’s character. The Thrall/Jaena tandem is the only one out there that gives thrall a love life but don’t get me wrong! I just thought it would be cool if Thrall actually had an orc-to-orc relationship. Thank you for reading this fic. Pls. watch for chapter 2 coz am gonna upload it soon. Thanks again and I hope you enjoyed reading this crap of a fic. (-’)