Gilneas Below || a Warcraft fanfiction

Part One: Initiation

It was time. Wind blowing through my feathers. All around, gloomy. No wonder the rebellion is bigger than ever. I landed, transforming into my feline formation. Walking. Observing. This mine-why this mine? What's the significance? Not the best hideout, if I would say so myself. Rocks and dust crushing beneath my rough paws. I heard a voice. Man's voice. Spoke with purpose. No accent. Human?

As I transformed into my native elf form, I observed everyone. 2 Elves, 3 Humans, 2 Draenei-wait...worgen....I..I smell worgen. My eyes narrowed. Why do I smell worgen? I see no- Interrupting my thought, a voice spoke
"Alright, maggots, line up!"
Maggots?! I walked up to the end, anxious to claw this bastard right in his puny eyes. He came to me first, with purpose. Why me?
"Elf. What's your name."
"Don't call me elf.."
He glared at me.
"I said- what's your name?"
"I heard you. It's Vesmai." I said as I sighed, looking around.
"Alright Vesmai, stand behind me and look pretty until I find something for you to do."
"What?"
"Go!"
I walked past his blacksmith and stood next to a warlock, who had seemed to have locked eyes on one of the sluttiest elves I have ever seen. She was a clueless one, swinging her blade around carelessly. Like a child. A half-assed smile planted on her face as she twirled her white pigtails.

The man-who I assume is the rebel leader-blocked my view and spoke to the elf. He admired her armour before asking,
"Name?"
A heavy Goblin accent rolled off her tongue.
"The name's Lyerria, sir! Ly for short."
She said with a giggle and a smile.
"Right. Well, Lyeriia, stand next to our other elf while I finish with the others."
Oh right just exceed all the female elves. That's all we serve to you? Looks? Well excuse me..
I whispered to Lyeriia,
"Nice armour you got there."
"Thanks! It was a load of gold, if ya catch my drift."
She let out a bubbly giggle.
"I'm Ly, nice to meetcha!"
Her arm sprung out forward. I shook it lightly.
"Vesmai. Pleasure."

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About 15 minutes passed. The leader finally finished getting everyone's names and setting orders, but, for some reason, Lyeriia and I weren't sent anywhere. He turned to us,
"Hm-it seems I don't have anything for you two to do."
"Nothing for us to do?! I can fight, thank you very much! I am capable of more than just standing here and being an object."
"I understand that, V-"
"No! Obviously you don't."
He pierced me with a hard glare.
"Do not"
He stepped forward in my direction, towering over me
"Speak to me like that, elf.."
My eyes narrowed to slits, focusing on his. Deep..brown. The clacking of hooves echoed through the mines narrow halls. We all turned our attention.

The dust revealed a Draenei, with gear almost as revealing as Ly over here. Our leader straightened his back with such purpose, he was pleased to see her. She wore such elegant cloth, I would not be surprised if it was stolen royal. Why was she here? Does he know her? Why is he so pleased to see her in this dusty old mine? She spoke

"This is the rebel mine, no?"
"Correct"
The leader replied with a smile. She grinned, slowly strutting closer to our leader. That hoof clacking is unbearable!
"I am princess Jewl of the royal manor."
My eyes widened with shock.
"Woah woah woah. A royal?!"
I stepped forward in the Draenei's direction.
"You're really going to open our army to one of the most ridicu-"
"Damastus! Take care of this elf.."
"What?!"
"Yes, sir"
The warlock gripped my forearm and pulled me out of the section.
"Quite a mouth you got on that one..."
"You have no idea.."

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