20 years after the opening of the Dark Portal
The Third War
The Silverpine Forest near the Greymane Wall
William withdrew his blade from the dead beast. His lungs felt like they were on fire, pure adrenaline and his training are what kept him standing and alert.
All around him carnage had struck the lines. The creatures that were supposed to aid Gilneas against the undead had turned upon their masters. Even now another two charged towards him on all fours, their maws wet with blood and feral hunger in their eyes. They were a hybrid of man and wolf, white fur caked with dirt, soot and blood. Worgen. Monsters. Light he hated mages and their magicks. This wouldn't have happened if they relied on the teachings of the harvest witches. You didn't see them growing feral monsters to throw at the undead.
William raised his shield and awaited the incoming blow.
BANG BANG BANG
A series of gunshots rang behind him. One of the two worgen dropped to the ground, its arm blown off and a massive hole where it's face used to be. It was dead before hit the ground. The second dropped for a moment before it got back up.
William took a quick moment to see who his rescuers were. He saw two of his fellow soldiers and a dwarven rifleman who were already reloading their firearms.
"What are yer standin' around fer?!" the dwarf shouted." Kill ta bugger!"
"Thanks Hadgar!" William shouted." Like I hadn't thought of it!" He focused on the worgen who attempted to built up momentum for a leap at the Gilnean soldier. William would not give him that chance. He charged himself first, bashing his shield on the creature's heat before he delivered a killing blow, severing its neck. Blood spurted from the stump like a fountain before the creature dropped.
There were no enemies in sight for the moment. Nothing but the dark woods, the air tainted with the smell of iron and faint hints of smoke. William placed his shield and slammed his sword in the ground. A row of potions were in his satchel. He quickly took one such potion and downed its contents. The taste was horrible but as his dear old mother used to say, medicine was never supposed to taste nice. His fatigue disappeared like ice before a bonfire, his senses became more acute again and felt the scratches on his arm hurt less.
"Robertson, you alright?!" another one of the soldiers came over. He recognised her as Captain Layre, the leader of his division. A stern woman but unlike most officers she actually fought alongside her men.
She looked like she had been through the ringer as well." Can you walk?!"
"I can walk, ma'm." he panted.
"Good, we got the word to retreat! Let's move, hop to it!" she shouted and ran off across the front to relay the order. A trumpet sounded as well to emphasis her point. They were pulling back.
"No need to tell me twice..." Hadgar muttered in his white beard. He took off his blue hood and used the back of his hand to wipe away the sweat on his forehead." This whole trip ta Gilneas has been a shiteshow."
"Can't sayI disagree with that, mate..." William agreed. He picked up his weapons and slung them on his back and followed the rest of his division back to the wall. And it was indeed the rest. He counted less than half of the men and women who first marched out to combat the scourge. Fighting the undead was a slog and he lost friends in these fights but the worgen turning on them was the killing blow.
He couldn't wait to see his sister again. Vanessa must be worried sick.
The last time they spoke was a month ago when he had to say goodbye to her.
"I'll be back soon." William said. His beard wasn't as unruly back then as it was now, a dark brown set of hair. His uniform wasn't filthy or as bloodied yet, the armour undented and the tabard of Gilnean pristine.
He was young, about old enough to enlist and still had the vitality of youth. He felt like it was one big adventure, something to tell everyone off when he got back home. Villains to fight, Lordearonian damsels to save (and bed) and earning a bit of coin to boot.
His sister looked up to him, two years his younger and forbidden by their uncle to enlist as well. She shared his colour eyes, a bright green. Her kindness and smile she had inherited from their mother. After their parents died in the mine collapse, their uncle had to take care of them. Aside from him, they only had each other. She bore a small silver necklace around her neck.
"Dad said the same the day before the accident." Vanessa said, tears in her eyes.
"This won't be like mum and dad, I promise." William smiled. He held her in his broad arms, enveloping her like a protective bear over its cub. They held each other for a while before reluctantly he had to let go." I'll be back, and when I get back I'll have a lot of stories to tell you..."
"Don't bring back a lady friend, Will. Non-Gilneans are a strange lot." his uncle muttered. He was in the back of the home, smoking his pipe. Even indoors he refused to take off his top hat. Old men were allowed their eccentricities William thought. He was a huntsman and taught William how to use a gun and how to track prey. If anyone could keep Vanessa save while William was gone, it's him.
William smirked." No promises, uncle." His uncle scoffed at this, the trumpet sounded which signalled all men and women who enlisted to meet up at the square. As he got up Vanessa called him to stop. She undid the necklace around her neck and placed it in his hand. He was about to open his mouth when she gave him a withering look. The same look his mum could give to an rampaging ogre to stop and listen.
"Give it back to me when you return..." Vanessa said. She pressed her thumb on the small button on the necklace. It unclipped, showing a miniature picture on each side of the opening. One of their mother and father. The only thing to survive the mine collapse.
William fiddled with the necklace as they made their way through the dark trees.
"Think they'll let me in?" Hadgar asked as he followed them back to the wall. Despite the larger stride of the Gilnean soldiers, the dwarf could easily catch up. The sole survivor of an Alliance taskforce, Hadgar joined with the Gilneans shortly after the fall of Lordearon city. He meant to return home to Khaz Modan but the Scourge and Worgen had made that route impossible. Still a choice between a road filled with the undead and entry to an isolated kingdom which might not accept him was no choice at all.
"Don't see why not." William said." Crowley is good friends with your people. If anything, it'd be a boon to have you."
Hadgar scoffed." An' be paraded about like a peacock?"
"We don't have many foreigners in Gilneas. At first people will look at you suspiciously but stay long enough, you'll be accepted, I'm sure." William smiled." If things don't work out you can stay with me and my uncle. He fought in the Second War in Khaz Modan, think you two would get along great."
"Ah, maybe." Hadgar replied." Any harbour inna storm an'all that."
Sadly the point would be moot.
As they went over the hill, they came upon the Greymane wall. A massive construction that took years to build to shut off Gilneas from the world. Thick walls, armed soldiers at every parapet and cannon towers. They managed to keep the Scourge outside and will continue to keep the worgen out. The small cheers were quickly silenced when the saw the gates were shut. They saw faint figures and a Gilnean banner near them wave above to draw attention. Their efforts were in vain. Even from this distance they could tell the towers and parapets were abandoned.
"By the light..." one of the soldiers said breathlessly." They closed the gate."
"So?" Hadgar raised his brow." They can open it again, cannae?"
William shook his head." When those gates are shut, they remain so..." He fought the stop the tremble in his voice, the cold fear in his spine." They shut us out."
24 years after the opening of the Dark Portal
Thelsamar
Loch Modan
Night had fallen over the town of Thelsamar. It was a typical dwarven town which was the beating heart of the community within Loch Modan. Miners, hunters, fishermen and adventurers all frequented this place to make a living. The surge in adventurers was a boon for the local economy as beforehand only miners, mountaineers and workers for the dam frequented it. Now humans, gnomes and the newly admitted members to the Alliance, the Kaldorei (or Night elves in the common tongue) were a common sight as well.
The Stoutlager inn was the only inn that offered accommodations to these adventurers who sought to make a living. This mostly meant helping the local mountaineers with problems such as kobolds or troggs.
In William's case, he was aiding the mountaineer beneath him in his own way.
"Ah, ah, ah! Oh aye! Right there!" the copper haired dwarven woman cried as he hammered her from behind. His hands firmly placed on her wide hips. Her beasts swayed with every thud, the sounds of flesh on flesh sounding through their bedroom. William wondered if the walls were thick enough to block out the sound, it probably was knowing dwarven made architecture.
"By me ancestors!" she cried, her hair dripped with sweat.
"Holy light, Gwarth...you're tight..." William grunted as he had to fight his own release. He moved one hand to her right breast and begun flicking over his thumb over her nipple. This send a wave of exstacy through his dwarven lover's body. He loved dwarven breasts, so large and soft. His other hand went unbidden to the other breast and did the same. He pulled her up as he felt her hands on his. She turned her head as best she could and sought him out. He leant down and kissed her deeply, their tongues battling in impassioned struggle. His manhood was still inside her, hammering a bit slower now. One hand went away from her breast down to below her navel and to her pearl.
He began rubbing it, Gwarth sending a powerful moan down his throat. By the light she felt so good. He broke the kiss, panting." On your back, spread your legs."
She nodded breathlessly and pulled herself off him. She laid down on the sturdy stone dwarven bed, her body glistening with passionate sweat. Her hair a mess, her breasts moving up and down with her enflamed chest. She laid open to him.
"Fuck me, Will... Fuck me good." she pleaded.
He chuckled." Who am I to refuse a lady?"
He aimed his manhood at her opening. She was still wet from before so the entry was quick. With a mighty lunge he plunged inside her.
"AAAH!" she cried." Fuck me bloody, longshanks! Fuck me like there's nae tomorrow!"
And he did.
Their hips met like pistoning rabbits; her breasts spun with the rhythm. His hands were on either side of her hand on the matress, holding him up as he plunged in her repeatedly.
The necklace around his neck swung with him, sometimes sticking to his chest before the impacts swung it lose again. He was lost to pleasure, to the rutting. He felt her legs wrap around his waist, guiding him further in. His arms felt like they were on fire but instead of it feeling like pain, it added to the pleasure.
"Ancestors, ah ah ah am comin'!" he heard her cry before she let out a long moan. The pleasure at the tip of his manhood reached a critical point.
"Gwarth...I'm coming to!" He had to let it go.
"Do it in me..." she cried. With a grunted cry he to erupted from pleasure. He felt his seed empty. It went into her where it would race to her womb. This feeling of exstasy was the best, exactly what he needed.
He rolled off her to catch his breath, his heart pounding like a Gilnean mountain horse.
"Holy light..." he sighed with bliss. Gwarth chuckled and laid her head on his chest, her warm body on his.
