The beauty of Azeroth never ceased to amaze Ashe. The rolling hills, the towering mountains, the crystal blue waters, the lush forests, and the endless plains of this world had inspired in her a thirst for adventure. As a warrior of the Light, she was compelled to fight evil wherever it reared its ugly head, and so she had made her home in the city of Stormwind, capital of the Alliance, where she could devote herself to fighting for good.
Stormwind was a home she, sadly, never spent much time in.
But even as she fought against the forces of darkness, Ashe found herself drawn to the pleasures of life. After all, who wouldn't want to spend their days surrounded by beautiful people, delicious food, and exotic wines? It wasn't every day that one got to live in such a paradise, and she intended to take advantage of every moment. After millennia of fighting demons, she had more than earned it.
She had seen some of the most beautiful women in the world during her travels, and each new encounter left her wanting more. She wanted to experience everything her body and mind could possibly desire, and she knew that there was no better place than the magical city of Dalaran to do so, a place where all the peoples of Azeroth were welcome - provided they had either coin or magical aptitude.
Despite her best efforts, Ashe found herself constantly distracted by the sight of a fat pair of tits, or a round, firm butt, or a long, thick cock. There was a reason why she had taken up the mantle of the Paladin, after all - they taught her discipline.
Ashe had spent years honing her skills as a warrior, but she needed to learn how to master her lusts as well. If she couldn't control her urges, she would never be able to truly defeat the dark powers that threatened Azeroth. Ashe was an expert at hunting down and destroying evil forces, but she had never before encountered a force of nature quite like her own carnal hungers.
It was time to put her training to the test.
As the magical portal closed behind her, the plate-bound woman set about to finding a room. Accommodations in the City of Mages were decently priced, though there seemed to be an awful lot more tourists than she'd expected. She had been told that the invention of the photographic camera was a rather recent one, and it seemed that sightseeing had become a preferred pastime of many individuals ever since.
"Come one, come all!" shouted a green-haired gnome from atop a barrel, waving a handful of parchments about, giving any to those passersby who would take them. "To Fazzoo's Fantabulous Fight Night! We've got combatants from all across Azeroth and beyond, willing to put it all on the line for fame and fortune!"
"What are you talking about?" asked Ashe, walking past the gnome.
"Fight Night," said the gnome, his voice almost drowned out by the sound of people walking through the streets. "Where our brave fighters compete in a contest of strength, agility, skill, blood and guts to see who can come out on top! Here, take this brochure!"
Ashe took the pamphlet, then continued on her way. She didn't have much of an interest in fighting for the enjoyment of others, nor did she really care for the idea of putting her body on display.
Then again, Ashe had never actually seen these kinds of gladiatorial matches before... The idea intrigued her somewhat, she had to admit. Looking over the small piece of paper, it seemed to be an invitation to participate in team battles. Two versus two, three versus three and five versus five were the only categories available, it seemed.
"I don't even have any teammates," she muttered, making her way through the crowded streets. Even the alleyways were full of shops and restaurants and people eating in the streets.
Ashe walked along the busy street, ignoring the curious stares of passersby. Though Draenei were not a rare occurrence on Azeroth anymore, the Lightforged variety of Draenei very much were. Ashe's golden tattoos shone with enchanted light as she walked around, a head taller than a good portion of the crowd, the woman carried a hammer that was larger than most gnomes. The crowd was thick, and she had to step carefully around people who were moving too slowly, or those who simply weren't paying attention.
Luckily for her, being in such a dense crowd allowed her to hide the enormous bulge barely concealed by a codpiece in her armor.
She was surprised to find that there were not as many humans and elves as she would have thought in the city, but rather a variety of different races. Humans were definitely the majority, but there were plenty of dwarves, elves, gnomes, and even some trolls, goblins, and orcs mixed in. The buildings were a blend of human and elven architecture, which was no coincidence, given that these were the two founding peoples of the magical kingdom.
Streets lined with shops and stalls called to Ashe, and each one specialized in one thing or another, selling everything from food to clothes to weapons to jewelry. There were also several taverns and bars, where Ashe could hear the sounds of music and laughter coming from within.
She had been walking for only a few short minutes when she heard someone call out to her. "Excuse me, miss?"
Ashe turned to see a young, female Blood Elf, dressed in a simple blue dress that did little to hide the outrageous curves she sported. She had long, blonde hair, braided elegantly. Her eyes were of the same emerald hue as many of her kind, which suggested some form of fel taint that remained. She smiled at Ashe, flashing her pearly white teeth. Given her attire and the crystaltipped staff at her back, Ashe immediately identified her as a mage. The woman was very tan, much more than most mages the Draenei had seen before.
"Yes?" asked Ashe, confused, feeling her loins stir at the sight of such a beautiful woman. Perhaps her curse hadn't quite been dispelled in its entirety yet, she thought.
"I happened to see you earlier, talking to that gnome... Is gladiatorial combat something that interests you at all?" she asked, stealing a glance downwards at Ashe's visibly overfull codpiece.
"Well..." began Ashe, unsure how to respond. It seemed that the woman's beauty had stolen her wits.
"It would be a shame if you missed your chance to fight, wouldn't it?" the Blood Elf said, smiling brightly.
Ashe looked down at herself, noticing that her codpiece was bulging noticeably. "Oh, um... I'm not sure," she stammered.
"You know... These kinds of arenas are typically how different groups recruit their champions! It'd give you a chance to make yourself known," replied the blonde elf, stepping closer to Ashe.
Suspicion clawed at Ashe. Why was this stranger approaching her out of the blue like this? Why was she being so persistent?
"And what do you get out of this?" asked the paladin, her eyes finding themselves wandering down to the elf's prodigious bust, noticing the fat buds of her nipples poking against the fabric. She wasn't wearing a bra, it seemed.
"Well, we'll split the profits fifty-fifty, of course," the Blood Elf answered, shrugging. "But I think you'll agree that it's worth it!"
"What kind of 'profits' are we talking about?" Ashe asked, trying to keep her voice even.
The Blood Elf laughed. "Should you win your fights, you'll get a cut of what the spectators paid. So... on average, that'd be about a ten thousand gold, split three ways. Of course, if you can bring in larger crowds..."
Ashe raised an eyebrow at this. "You want me to fight people? For gold?"
"Of course! Not too different than what you usually do, right? I mean, it'd probably help you fund your demon smiting campaigns or whatever," replied the Blood Elf. "We just need someone who can handle themselves in a fight. You don't have to kill them, but you certainly can if you choose to! Though I think you'll find the other options more... enticing."
