Deception (a World of Warcraft Fanfic)

Kiryn's Story

(Anduin)

So many of them, Hozen. I'm hungry-no, starving, cold, wet and tired, missing the comforts of home to a new extreme. I've run for hours, perhaps even a day, from the wretched beasts, bulling a few tricks, like a psychic scream, it kept them off my neck, but I did get an arrow to my lower left arm. No worries, it's not deep, a quick fix.

I do have concern, though, about their sudden increase in accuracy. I swear, it was no gradual change, almost overnight. One day they were missing by a mile, the next I'm thanking the light my arm was the only thing hit. It seemed they have learned from someone. Definitely not the alliance, or they wouldn't be shooting. The Horde? Must be.

Strange, I saw their war zeppelin crash from out of the sky. It seemed unlikely, but I guess there were some survivors. I wonder how many, if I knew and decide to report back, it could be a major advantage.

A structure was close, difficult to depict in the dark, but it was probably a large statue of a snake? Something like that. It appeared to be unfinished, a work in progress. Perhaps the workers could help me, or perhaps they were Hozen. I shuttered, best stay my distance in the day. I could, however, make it there by tomorrow night. I suppose there might be left over lunches, or if I'm lucky abandoned supplies.

Yes, that is where my next night will be spent. Maybe I'll even enjoy a warm blanket.

(Saerah)

"This is ridiculous! They're so tiny!" I said, holding the outfit in my hand.

"Well, I'm not the best at sewing, so I kept it simple, and it SHOULD fit. I used Kiryn as a reference, and she's human likeish." Ellie said in defense of her handiwork.

"Yeah, and it wasn't easy finding clothes without a lion on it. I had to reforge these." Added Goraff, holding up silver and gold shoulder guards.

"It's not the style I care about, how am I going to fit in that?" I'm actually very lean for a Tauren, and petite, but those tiny little human clothes? I just can't see myself breathing in them.

"Style is key, remember? We can't have you all Alliance looking, or if you're seen, they'll give you work or you cover will be blown. And I don't want a shot like that piercing Hozen skin." Said Nazgrim, referring to a group of happy Hozen eating a fruit I had shot out of a tree for them.

"Understood, the less questions, the better. I don't intend to waltz into their base of operation, though. I'm not sure what my plan is yet. If you haven't noticed, my improvising is some of my greatest work." None argued.

"Ok now hush about the outfit, it'll fit just fine once you are all human." Said Ellie. "Go change and try it on."

"But..."

"Just try."

I once again thought of my want for adventure, and the orb worked the same as last night. So it wasn't a dream. The grey shirt and matching skirt were plain, but fit perfectly, along with my shoulder guards, curtesy of Goraff, and my leather gloves and boots, curtesy of Kiryn and myself.

I took a deep breath and made my way towards the others. "So?"

"Believable enough for me to take my axe to you if I didn't know." Said Nazgrim.

"Well that might be too good."

"Relax. It's perfect! I've already explained to the Hozen that you are you, so don't worry about getting stabbed in the back." Said Kiryn. "Now, you need to act like the human."

"How should I know how to act?"

"I'll be teaching you. Go." she demanded, and the others left to their own business, leaving me with the rouge. "This'll be fun."