Deception (a World of Warcraft Fanfic)

An unexpected gift

Saerah's P.O.V.

I'm so glad I got that annoying Orc of my tail! Her really thought the hunter I am I would be so dumb to my surroundings? when I began to see him everywhere I went I knew what was going on. He had heard of my assaults on alliance camps in the barrens.

Animal kills don't give the thrill of human kills! Sure, there's no leather, but I find comfort in the gold they carry. It's pathetic, how they use their silly little swords. I can kill one long before they would see me. So yes, it was a game to me, taking them out, not a business. My service was not for sale.

I was relaxing on a hammock in Revantusk Village, far from the bothersome brute! I was visiting my friend, Lard, the innkeeper of the place where I was lounging.

Back when I was younger, maybe twelve, I had come here to practice shooting on the massive turtles, who's hides sold for a fortune back then. Lard had been like a grandparent to me during my stay, and the villagers were so kind.

Bow in my hand, anywhere I pleased was home. Weather back in the bluff with Baine, my dearest friend, or spending a fortnight in uncharted wilderness. The Earthmother and I had a special connection with one another. She had blessed me with the need to see all that Azeroth and beyond had to offer. I was up for her challenge.

Lard tapped the small part of my arm not covered in heavy armor. "Saerah, Lard found this, Lard has no idea what this is." He handed me the glimmering trinket.

Could it be!? I studied it carefully. There was no doubt! In my hand was a real orb of deception. I had to test it. not here, though. Lard isn't the brightest person, he would panic and call for guards. What a mess it would be trying to explain myself. I would test it later, when I was alone.

Fluffy brushed against my legs to steal my attention. His sandy brown fur was matted down from the heat, but his eyes remained lively as ever. I knew well what he wanted, he wanted to hunt. "Alright boy, just one turtle."

My bow lay lifeless in the corner, my arrows freshly sharpened, ready to kill. The giant turtles of the Hinterlands were child's play to me. In fact, I might as well sit back and watch Fluffy go for it.

I slung my arrows over my back and picked up my bow. It has changed much since I've acquired it. I'd take out alliance camp in exchange for enhancements to the bow. With each town brought a new feature and deadly accuracy.

It was not all the bow. I don't mean to brag, but I work hard for every kill, and it pays off. I've been a hometown hero in Thunder Bluff for some time, the forsaken honored me, and I had just caught the eye of the clumsy Orc General Goraff. My profession, skinning and hunting, had caught some appreciated, and some unwanted attention.

I was safe in Revantusk, though, Lard and the troll tribe treated me as one of their own. Children would follow me around, asking to join me, but guards stopped them at the village's edge.

Now, as I passed the boarder, I felt the rush of the hunt. I had my target sighted. It didn't matter to me that it was a weak turtle, a target is a target. I pulled back the arrow and released, followed by a loud thud. Direct hit.

I examined the corpse and carefully skinned it. Leather prices had gone down a bit, but I could make a good amount off of what I had.

Fluffy enjoyed his scraps of meat, but he seemed let down. I was, too. I couldn't find anything powerful enough to go more than a second against my mighty bow. I outleveled everything there was to hunt. Perhaps my reputation would die down and I could use my newly acquired orb of deception to study alliance ruins. That sounded nice.

"Only one turtle?" asked a commoner, "you used to bring in hundreds o' dem time when you were young! We almost set a tariff." He teased.

"Not as fun anymore," I explained. It really wasn't. I've done it all before. Is this what faction leaders felt like? like the adventure is over? I suppose I could become a trainer once I returned home. It just seemed so unfair, to work hard and reach a high skill and have nothing to do.

I returned to the inn where I sold my leather to Lard. "You figure out what shinny ball is? Lard has no idea!"

"It's an orb of deception, created by the finest enchanters by the use of dark magic. With this, I could take whatever form I please." It was hypnotizing, it's beauty impossible to ignore, "Mind if I keep it? Where did you find this?"

"A funny looking guy came by. He tried to sell Lard this. He told Lard it didn't work, so Lard traded fish for it! Lard doesn't need shinny ball, Saerah can have it." He carelessly tossed it in the air. I dove to the floor with great speed, catching it before it dropped.

"Thanks Lard!" I hoped it was real. The traveler said it didn't work. Maybe there's a certain way to work it. There had" to be. I vowed to find it.

"Would you get mail? Lard tired!"

"Sure, Lard." I stepped through the curtain door, it swayed east with the summer breeze. A few flies flashed by, the heat had bright them closer to the shore. It didn't bother me, though, it was nothing compared to the barrens where I grew up.

There were two letters, one was addressed to Lard from his brother. The others had a familiar seal on it, the seal of Orgrimmar. "Deliver to Saerah"

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Lard is an actual innkeeper.
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