Deception (a World of Warcraft Fanfic)

Boiling Point

((WARNING: This chapter contains some gory details! Don't read after eating or late at night if you're sensitive to blood.))

(Tika'jin)

The Darkspear resistance in Orgrimnar has seen it all. Since Thrall left Garrosh in charge, our people have faced racism at it's cruelest. We have been removed from the guard and pushed into the slums.

And now they tell us to just leave, Vol'jin's dead and no one will stand with us now. The Kor'kron may be powerful, but they're rather stupid. We aren't alone, not the slightest bit.

"VOL'JIN LIVES!" I screamed along with a few other loyalists, refusing to leave their huts in the slums.

"Leave your filth and get out of here! Why do you even stay?" One demanded.

One brave soul stood upon a rock, "Dis is our home. Do da Kor'kron forget it is we who helped ya when ya came to us in need? When did da slums become da troll section of Orgrimmar!? Why do da Warchief want us to leave? Why he be tellin' us our leader be dead when he plots against 'im at dis very moment for bein' so cruel to his peop.."

An axe was thrown. No one spoke as he reached to the skies before falling off his rock. Most of the crowd began to walk away.

"That'll do it." one of them mumbled. Instead of seeing we left, the Kor'kron returned to their duties, assuming we got the message.

A few Druids ran to tend to the troll, who had thankfully faked his death. The axe had nearly severed his arm, though, and it'd be a miracle if it ever functioned right again, or if he could even keep it.

"Where ya be goin' now?" I caught up to my people and questioned them.

"Away from here. I 'ave kids!" one cried out, she held her dazed son.

"Dat you're gonna teach da Darkspear just quit when things turn ugly?" I asked.

"She has a point." Joined another, "Dis is not da first time Garrosh messed with da Darkspear, nor will it be da last! Didn't ya all hear about echo isle?"

"Dat young hunter freed dem, yes!" I cheered, "I be a mere banker, not a fortune teller, but she got 'ere fast. Vol'jin must be alive, helpin' her!"

"Her name is Saerah."

"Saerah will save us!"

"Vol'jin lives!"

I smiled as my people recovered their courage, "Dis be no time for a party, though. Da Kor'kron'll hear us! We must go inta lockdown. Don't answer da door to no one unless it's one of us. Some will make sure food is distributed. Do not dispair, we Darkspear will prevail!"

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(Sarah)

I chose to spend my day off with Anduin and Valurine. I didn't want to go on another mission, didn't want to hurt even more people. Today I just wanted to rest.

Valurine was baffled once again, Kiryn had managed to foil yet another one of her plans. She refused to leave her office and join us for lunch, determined she could come up with the perfect plan, once not anyone could stop, even with insight.

Anduin had found the information he was looking for at the shrine. He discovered this "harmonic mallet" was what we needed to counter the bell's power. Raven and I joined him to seek the mallet in the monkey kings tomb, where it was said to be hidden.

When we arrived we found the monkey king and a mogu dueling each other, frozen in time by petrifying jade. Anduin found a way to undo the spell, but accidentally released both from their crystal prisons.