Azeroth? Ya, that's a Cool Place

Forsaken

(Bart's POV)

We walk through the now empty city going as quickly and quietly as possible. I stay as a worgen so I can easily get rid of any remaining undead.

We quickly make it to the other end of the city with little resistence. We peer around the edge of a building to see the Forsaken camp based outside.

Did they command the attack? I honestly doubt that but it's a possibility.

"Let's attack. We can take them!" Dam says.

I shake my head. "We need to rest up. We're too hurt and tired after that fight." I say.

"Whatever. Bet I could take em' though." She says.

Why is she so overconfident? Gonna lead to her downfall eventually. We check out a building to make sure it's clear and decide to camp in it for the night.

Dam heals some of our remaining wounds, and  we all find a spot to sleep in the cramped room. I quickly fall asleep.

I wake up, groaning from all of my bruises. I notice that We're missing somebody. Let's see, there's Tarin, Lyonia, I pale and realize Dam is gone.

Probably went to face the forsaken. I wake up the others and we run outside. Smoke is rising from the Forsaken camp and we immediately know what happened.

She had to go off and attack the forsaken in the dead of night. How could we not think she would do that?

We start sprinting towards the camp, and immediately see undead corpses all over the ground.

We meet the first group of guards a good way in the camp. We saw many tents aflame, most likely from her moonfire.

The guards charge us, and I shift into a worgen, quickly tackling them and tearing them to shreds.

We move through the camp, bringing back many of the dead undead as ghouls or zombies.

We quickly plowed through the camp. Close to the center we notice a group of undead surrounding a cage.

They turn when they see us and immediately unsheath their swords. They all charge us and I order the ghouls to attack while we run to the cage.

Inside is Dam, she's unconscious and lying on the floor of the cage. I freeze the lock of the csge and easily break it off with my sword. Tarin runs in to get her out while Lyonia and I keep watch.

A huge number of undead soldiers charge us, maybe a few dozen. We can't hold this many off. All of a sudden, a huge felguard appears in the middle of them, cutting them down with its sword.

I notice an undead warlock turning on his own kind. I see that his eyes are yellow but the others all have black eyes. When the controlled undead reach, we start cutting them down as fast as possible.

Right when Tarin gets out with a barely conscious Dam over his shoulder, the warlock walks over with hands raised.

"They're controlled. The Lich King did this. Your friend should not have just ran in here. They were going to bring her to the Lich King so he could set a trap for you three." He says.

"How are you free then?" I ask him.

"I was resurrected after they were controlled a few weeks ago. My name is Alexander." He says, sticking out a hand that you can see the bones off.

I reach forward and shake his hand. "My name is Bartim, that's Lyonia, Tarindellis, and finally Damalia." He says pointing to each of them.

He nods. "May I join you? There's nobody left here anyways." He says, spreading his arms out wide to represent the camp.

I nod. "I think we might go after Arthas though. You sure you want to join?" I ask.

He nods. "Well I say we go back to the city for awhile. Don't wanna stay here." I say. I get murmurs of agreement from the others as we set off back to the city.

When we got there, we saw some forsaken searching homes. We heard screams as a few people that were hiding were found and... slain.

We ran into the city, and I cut down any forsaken. I honestly don't care if that pathetic excuse of a Lich King is controlling them, they die no matter what.

I saw a huge pile of bodies in the center of the city, and I almost threw up the food I had yesterday. I saw a soldier pull out a woman by the hair, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs.

The next soldier pulled out a dead man. The first one pulled out his sword and was about to bring it down on the women's neck when I pounced, tackling him and easily tearing his throat out.

His comrade turned to me with his sword. He seemed like a leader, better trained than the others.

"Here, doggy doggy doggy? Want a cut to the head? He said, charging me. I jump, tackling him to the ground. He kicks me off and tries to stab me, causing a long gash down my side.

I wince and feel my anger bubbling over again. Once again I grow, my claws and fangs becoming longer and sharper than ever before, and I let out a howl.

The soldier turns and starts to run but I'm too fast. I pounce, using one hand to hold him on the ground.

"What's the matter? Afraid of becoming a pile of bones?" I taunt, immediately cutting through his neck with one claw.

The others arrive just in time to see me running towards the main group of soldiers. Tarin puts Dam down and shifts into a lion. Roaring and running not far behind me.

I jump in the middle of the group, and start cutting them into little pieces with my claws. In this worgen form I'm almost twice each of their size, but hundreds times more deadly.

All I hear are the screams of the dead. My claws cutting through bones and flesh with ease.

Whenever one tried to run, I pounced and would tear them to shreds. Finally they were all dead and I turned back into my normal worgen form, then my human form.

Tarin shifts back into a night elf and stares at me. "Remind me to not make you angry ever." I laugh, teeth and hands covered in blood.

After all the undead are finally dead, we rally up all of the survivors. The woman I saved thanked me. We tell them that we will stay and train them for a little while, and then they will be able to protect themselves. A few are even worgen, so I will get to train them as well.

They provide us each with homes, and the sun just starts to set when I collapse onto the floor of mine and fall asleep.