Worgenslayer

The crisp cold air blew through the boroughs and leaves of Teldrassil, the world tree. A giant tree that reached high to the sky on an island off the coast of the continent of Kalimdor.

Massive branches that supported whole villages and valleys that held life in all kinds of forms ranging from animals to those who call the tree home, the Kaldorei. Or as their allies and enemies would call, the Night Elves.

The only city on Teldrassil was called Darnassus, a place where thousands of night elves called home. A city in perfect harmoney with nature, it's buildings made out of discarded wood and shaped by treespirits and the most skilled of elven masons. As people walked around the streets, across white empavement roads, a new custom that had come over from the Eastern Kingdoms. Carved pumpkins in the shape of an laughing man as to ward off evil spirits. In the city there was a small tavern where laughter and drink was commonplace. In that pub there was a large group of Kaldorei, drinking and laughing, as well as a few non-kaldorei. But these were not seen as outsiders and were treated as kin.A sentinel laughed as she drank her pint of ale, her arm draped around a grey haired handsome human who was enthralled into telling a story.

"And thus..." he concluded as the sentinel twirled her purple finger in his greying hair." That is why every Hallows End, when the sun has set and the moon comes out...if you listen very carefully you can hear the cry of the Headless Horsemen in the wind." He smirked as he spoke the rhyme. "Prepare yourselves, the bells have tolled! Shelter your weak, your young and your old! Each of you shall pay the final sum. Cry for mercy, the reckoning has come!"

The kaldorei clapped and cheered at the end of the tale, his lover included.

"Well done, Gendry." Elrienne the Sentinel smiled." A very amusing tale!"

"I aim to please." Genn kissed her cheek.

"It's very illogical to have a pumpkin as your head." a gnome pointed out.

"Oh shut it, Sprocket! The manling told a good story! Had drama and shite and everything!" a dwarf with a fiery red beard replied with his deep, booming voice before downing half his stein of ale.

The gnome glared." It's Sprocket the Great!"

The dwarf gave him an confused look." That's what I said. You aren't listening, clearly."

Another Kaldorei by the name of Luna chuckled and playfully smacked the dwarf's arm." Be nice, Hadhod."

"I am nice! I didn't thump him." Hadhod took another sip. "Alright then!" Sprocket pointed at the fiery dwarf." Why don't YOU tell us a story?!"

"I for once agree with the gnome." Almadira, a grizzled one armed Kaldorei wiped the drink from her mouth with her arm." Tell us a tale, Hadhod."

The dwarf smiled." With pleasure!" He stood up." Let me tell yer all a tale! It's something that happened to me four years ago! It has action, heroes, horror, women with big bosoms and terrible monsters! I call it...." he paused, swaying his stein across the room like a great ruler orating to a large crowd."

"Worgenslayer!"

"A terrible title..." the gnome muttered.

"SHUT IT!"

Four years ago....

It was midday when the battle began. On the roads south of Lordearon in what was once called Silverpine forest and just north of the massive Greymane Wall, the last survivors of High Marshall Garithos's army who were fortunate enough to escape the slaughter that proceeded after the assault Lordearon's capitol were themselves attacked however by the same creatures that once aided them.

The group of battered Alliance soldiers were beset upon by the undead. Unlike the Scourge they had fought before, these had intelligence. Where a wall of teeth and claws and sheer numbers would've torn them asunder these undead used tactics, magic and skills much like a mortal army. Some wore the tabard of white faced woman. "For the Forsaken!" hoarse voices cried out as they lashed at the humans." "For the Dark Lady!"

"For the Alliance!" Captain Davonforth cried as the Alliance shields tried to brace for the next assault. Davonforth did not ask to be captain, he wasn't even asked to be part of the army when the former High Marshall drafted him and every abled man in his village, but he took to the job the best he could. Still best intentions were not good enough as he led his men into this shitshow

The banner of the Alliance Lion was torn and ripped, a sign of it's previous campaigns. It struggled against the tide as the soldiers fought with desperation against the fury of the Forsaken. All except

a dwarf, with a beard as red as fire and a voice as loud as a mountain giant, was laughing madly as his axe cleaved through undead flesh. The runes on his axe lit up bright red as it cut through armour like hot knife through butter. His dwarven forged armour was battered in many places but happily took any punches that slipped past his defenses.

"COME ON, I FOUGHT KOBOLDS TOUGHER THAN YOU LOT!" He boasted as another Forsaken warrior dropped to the ground, bisected from the shoulder to the groin.

By the dwarf' side was a human man, unlike the others who wore the armour of a footmen, he bore similar armour of an mercenary much like the dwarf save for a red headband, a memento from hisbr former affiliation. He fought side by side with the dwarf, making sure no enemy that survived the dwarf's ferocious attack would attempt a sneak attack as the dwarf's back was.

Unlike the dwarf he fought with restraint and conserved his energy. Precise strikes and faints. That is why he waded behind the dwarf, using him like a storm breaker to shield from the fordaken onslought.

And much like a storm, the dwarf was just as loud and just as destructive. The two were sellswords, hired to fight for the Alliance along with many others. Unlike the others, who either fled like that Gilnean bastard William Robertson, or were dead, these two tagged along with the survivors seeing the upside to safety in numbers.

The dwarf kept cutting and laughing, a miniature wrought demon from hell, surrounded by the flames of his runed axe and just as maniacal.

It was only when a Forsaken warlock attempted a dark spell and was swiftly cut down by the human that the dwarf's ire.

"By the beards of my ancestors, manling! That one was mine!" he scolded his ginger bearded companion.

"Apologies, Hadhod..." the man replied as he severed the warlock's head from his shoulders." I got carried away."

"Make sure it does not happen again!" Hadgar replied before another Forsaken fell to his blood encrusted axe.

Despite the ferocious battling, it was clear the Forsaken were still clearly winning. The white shields of the Alliance fell more and more as the undead made quick work of the already tired human forces. They would've all been slain, perhaps the dwarf and the human as well, were it not that fate sadly had something worse in store for them.

A hunting horn sounded as out of the forest bullets were loosened unto the undead and hunters came to join the fray.

Men dressed in hunting garb, leathers and pieces of armour, fired their guns or charged in with big lumberjack axes and attacked the Forsaken into the rear. It was clear the attack was a feint, an opening for the Alliance to escape.

The hunter's leaders, a big burly man wearing a top hat, pulled at the captain." This way, chum! We have a safe haven!"

The captain agreed and called for the retreat. The horn sounded as the meagre Alliance forces fled as the hunters provided covering fire.

Hadhod himself was pulled away by two of the larger hunters as he cried angrily at them during thebr "Let me at 'em!" Hadhod cried." WE WERE WINNING!"

One of the hunters stared confused at the human warrior.

"Has the dwarf hit his sodding head?" The accent was Gilnean. The warrior who had no qualms about retreating shrugged to the hunter's question." I've asked that question so many times myself..."

"Well can you give him something to stop struggling, we still got the bloody rotters behind us!"

One of the hunters nearly lost his hold on the wrangling dwarf.

The warrior paused." Do you have any alcohol on you?"

The small Alliance group, fifteen souls including the two sellswords, arrived at the walled village that the hunters called home. Thick wooden palisades, armed guards at the walls and the sound of a human village greeted the beleagured forces.

Some of the men began to weep for it was the first time they had seen anything resembling civilization in the months since the fall of Lordearon. The patrol was let inside as the people inside cheered for them like conquering heroes who had returned home. Flowers were thrown in front of them, some of the women went over and kissed them on the cheek while the men offered drinks, food and pipes.

The smell of bread being baked wafted in the air as the chapel bell rang in celebration. This was the heart of the town laid bare before their guests.

Even the warrior was not left unmoved as a small tear rolled down his cheek.

"What's the matter with you, Matthias?" the dwarf finished the whiskey flask one of the huntersbr 'borrowed' to him. "Why are you crying?"

Matthias smiled." It's been so long since I've been somewhere that reminded me of home..."

The dwarf gave pause and concurred with his friend." Aye, yer have a point manling..."

A sense of longing to darted over his visage.

It was a happy sight to be among normal people again, to feel an semblance of normal life away from war and death. The one thing that seemed out of place was the looming castle in the distance which overlooked the village. A cold shiver ran across Matthias' spine as he saw it. It was like that moment in dream where the good times were about to end and were to be replaced by a terrible nightmare.

A ugly thought came to his mind but he quickly buried it. This was a happy moment, a reprieve from the horror and the past. The path to paranoia had already cost him many sleepless nights wracked with guilt.

A delegation came to greet them. A man in fine expensive robes with black hair and moustache along with his followers garbed like him walked to the captain. His smile was wide and very welcoming. He extended his arms like a father welcoming his sons.

"My friends, welcome to Pyrewood." he bowed." My name is Morrison, i'm the Mayor around here."

"It's an honour, Lord Mayor." the captain took off his helmet." I am Captain Davonforth. Me and my men owe you our lives. For that, we thank you."

The mayor waved his hand in a dismissive way." Do not mention it. When Greymane closed us off from Gilneas when he build that wall, Pyrewood has been in the same boat as the Alliance. An enemy of the Scourge is an friend of ours." He motioned to the townhouse." Come Captain, please enter. There is much we must discuss. Your men may walk around Pyrewood without any issue. Our people will open their doors and homes to you as heroes of the Alliance."

The men cheered at this as the captain once more thanked the mayor.

Matthias and Hadhod joined a few of the men at the inn where tankards of ale were passed around eagerly and readily. Matthias to enjoyed a drink with the men and raised a toast to the fallen.

"To the honoured dead!" one of the soldiers shouted. A cry followed by the others.

Hadhod finished half his ale when he spoke once more to his friend." Somethin's bothering me..."

"Me to..." Matthias replied. Although he had tried to burry his suspicions, some things just seemed wrong." I do not see any children here, and the people seem...to happy. Like...overly. As if a spell was cast on them. And that castle...not once have I heard anyone speak of it's Lord. Nor do I see any of his men among the guards here." the warrior rubbed his chin." Something's wrong."

The dwarf blinked." I was goin' ta say the ale here is very shite. I mean...I know yer manlings try but it ain't like the ale like back home in Khaz Modan."

The warrior turned to his friend and could not help but chuckle. He left the rest unspoken as a bard began to play on his lute. The musician of the group took up his war drum and likewise joined the merry band.

A waitress came around serving drinks. Her long red hair was tied up in a bun, and the apron she wore did not do much to hide her ample bosom. The dwarf nearly fell into them as she refilled his ale withoutb even asking. She had long legs and striking green eyes. Matthias admitted she was quite attractive.

"Are you enjoying our ale?" the waitress asked the dwarf, giving him a warm and seductive smile.

"Oh aye, lass. It tastes even better when yer here ta serve it." he gave her a grin which made her blush.

"I haven't met many dwarves." she said and placed her tankard on the table." The ones I met were smaller and not as muscular as you are."

The dwarf pumped up his chest." My name is Hadhod Greystone, lass...and I am quite tall fer a dwarf." He began flexing his arms." And muscular to. I fought the undead scourge, Orc worshipping demons and three tribes of Murlocs all by myself! And that was all before breakfast."

The waitress laughed." My oh my, a war hero indeed. Pleasure to meet you Hadhod Greystone, my name is Bella."

Matthias rolled his eyes and looked out of the window. His breath was stuck in his throat as he saw blue smoke go passed. Once more his spine shivered. The same sensation he had when he saw a....

He did not speak of this to others. The last thing he needed was to alienate himself further from the his fellows. None knew except the dwarf who did not care. That was a good thing about Hadhod, he was perhaps a drunken violent womanizer but he did not let taboos cloud his judgemen.

"I'll be back, Hadgar..." the warrior said but his words were unheeded as the dwarf was to busy flirting with the waitress. He left the inn as the others continued their merrymaking.

He followed the cold feeling as the sun slowly began to set. As he moved passed the villagers, his old instincts began to kick up again, like an old wound cone winter cold.

The villagers did not smile as much now, some looking at him with predatory like glances.

He gazed at the castle in the distance. With the sun having begun to set it looked even more sinister.

His trail led first back to the two hunters who helped drag Hadgar away earlier. Only this time their good naturedness was gone and only replied with one word answers or deathly silence.

"I noticed there are no guards here or a Lord came to greet us. Has the castle not aided you during this dark time?" Matthias asked.

"Nobody lives in the castle." One of the hunters replied. And that was the end of the conversation.

Making his exit with an polite goodbye he followed the trail. He stopped near a stall where a vendor was hastily putting things away. Matthias already saw the cold sweat falling from the woman's forehead even before he spoke to

"Excuse me, do you have a moment?"

The woman gave a nervous smile." Of course! Why- our Lord mayor told us to treat you like honoured guests."

"Thank you. Is he the one in charge? Last I heard wasn't Baron Silverlaine Lord of the lands north of the Greymane wall?"

"I don't know, sir." she replied." I'm just a simple peasant. The fates of Lords and knights and brave warriors such as yourselves are a mystery to me."

Matthias gave a humourless smile." Of course...does your Lord Mayor live in the castle?"

She stopped." Yes, he does!" She quickly closed up her stall." Excuse me, I have to go. Good day!"

With that she left, leaving nearly half her merchandise behind. The box was barely closed and it did not take much for the lid to be pushed open.

Raw meat. He took a quick look inside the box and inspected the meat. In a previous life he and his wife ran a farm and as such sometimes had to butcher animals himself either to sell the meat or to feed their family. He knew how the cuts should look like and quickly concluded that whatever this meat was, it did not come from any animal he knew. Even more so than before he felt hungry eyes on him.

Another shudder on his spine as he saw a blue shape run passed. He had a clearer look now. It was not shape but a person. A young woman wearing the attire of a noblewoman. She extended a hand and beckoned to follow, a ghostly blue wedding ring adorned on her near see through hand. He pursued the phantom.

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Back in the inn, suggestive moans, grunts and thuds came from Hadgar's room. Articles of clothing such as Bella's apron and dress and pieces of Hadgar's armour were strewn across the room. The axe however was neatly placed against the wall, ready to be picked up in a minute's notice.

Bella rode on top of her new dwarven lover, her hands placed firmly on his muscular chest.

"Ah, yes, ah!" she cried, every thrust inside her indulated her speech." Ah, ah, ah! Ah yes Hadhooooood!"

The dwarf held her by her ample hips as he met her thrusts with his own. He grunted in pleasures as the sounds of flesh hitting flesh sounded in the room.

"So strooooong, AH!" She cried as her own climax came once more. His own arrival followed shortly, like a herd of rampaging rams. He firmly held her hips and plunged inside her with one last thrust as his essence filled the waitress.

With a happy sigh, Bella slumped down on top of Hadgar, exhausted by their love making. Hadgar trailed her lips and neck in kisses. She moaned at the feeling and he rolled her onto her back as she caught her breath.

"By the tits of my ancestors...I needed that." Hadgar said in between gasps.

"So did I..." Bella replied with a gappy sigh. He gave a happy sigh himself as he crossed his arms behind his head." Told yer, we're big where it counts."

"So you are..." she said with a smirk.

She laid her sweaty red haired head on his chest, twirling her finger around his neatly kept beard for a few moments. His cock had deflated and fell out of her as some of his dwarven cum dropped out. Absentmindedly she began to grab his cock and slowly began to jerk it.

It was so sensitive he groaned, the ideal mix of pain and pleasure.

Suddenly Bella began kissing him again before she fully lunged at him, kissing him deeply with the same fervour as their first bout.

He returned it, holding her in his arms." Again? We've done it four times already!"

"What? Is your fabled dwarven stamina not that much after all then?" She gave a wicked grin.

In reply he pushed her on her back. His cock had hardened once more as like a miner it delved into her folds.

"When I'm done with you, you wont walk straight for days!" He thrusted in her like a bear in heat.

"Ah, yes!" Bella cried."Fuck me, silly! Ah! Fill me with your bastard children!"

"You bet!" He pounded onto her as the bed banged against the walls again. His mouth went to her breasts which he burried his face in.

Once more the love making began. The ecstasy was so great that as she began to bite his shoulder and claw at his back, he barely felt it.

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The trail led to a small shack towards the back end of the village. The windows were boarded and a big, heavy lock was on the gate. It was rusty but well used. Matthias glanced left and right before he drew his sword. In one swift motion he severed the lock. The broken metal fell to the floor with a thud as he opened the door.

He was greeted by corpses hanging on meat hooks, bodies chopped into meat slices and a small pile of bones and skulls. Jewellery still attached to the white boned fingers. One ring in particular drew his attention, that of a ghostly blue wedding ring. What was more disturbing was that here and there he found articles of clothing. Such as an bloodied Alliance tabard. The stench of dried blood and viscera assaulted his nostrils, taking him every ounce of willpower not to heave.