ChildOfDumas

    “You are bleeding.”    Saora turned to face Dhaja, “What?”    “You are bleeding,” the draenei touched her own upper lip just below her nose. Saora mimicked the movement and lifted her fingers to her eyes. Sure enough, red gleamed on her fingertips.    “Guess I used more power than I thought.”    “You put enough strength in your shields to completely stop the magic of one of the most powerful creatures on Azeroth. It was beyond what most could handle.”    “Not so sure about that.”    R

    The blood magic holding the Alliance and Horde armies overhead vanished. Bodies dropped to the stone floor, some still frozen but most thawed enough to catch themselves on their hands and feet. Groans and gasps echoed across the platform as the fighters struggled to collect themselves.    Saora’s fingers quivered as the Light faded between them. Her legs buckled, and she would have collapsed if Jaybird had not caught her. She felt so weak, so very empty. The absence of the Light sometimes felt like that, so the priestess knew she would recover. Her trembling hand patted her husband’s arm, and he lowered h

      The blunted arrow smacked against the ice and promptly exploded. The creature staggered out of what little remained of the ice trap, hissing in agony. It lunged at Shalvaris and a tentacle slapped the silver trap she’d planted.      Fire burst from the floor, enveloping the blood beast. It screamed. It actually screamed. Stringy arms and legs flailed as it staggered across the floor toward the hunter. Its skin fell off in burning blobs of gel but it kept coming. A hiss grew to another scream. Shalvaris notched another arrow, this one shorter and thicker than the last one. She fired and the rounded t

      The closest creature swiveled its blood red head toward Saora and Jaybird. Its mouth dropped open and a low hissing sound bubbled out. Saora blinked at it, her breath caught in her chest. No eyes, the thing had no eyes at all. A tentacle shifted toward them.      A blur of white fur slammed into it, tearing a chunk of the gel-like flesh from the creature. Jaybird’s white wolf companion, Rocky, spat out a mouthful of meat and charged again. The creature reared back, its hiss as loud as a scream. Tentacles batted at the wolf, keeping it at bay, and connected on a hind leg. A high pitched howl burst from his muzzle as blood dribble

    “On me!” Celesi cried. She raised her mace, iron with a heavy end of pink crystals, and charged. As she drew close, the Deathbringer shifted. Celesi brought her white and gold shield up just in time to stop the orc’s axe from crushing her skull.    Saurfang lifted his axe again, “BY THE MIGHT OF THE LICH KING!” The axe crashed down on Celesi’s shield. An ear-splitting crack echoed across the balcony and, for one horrifying moment, the paladin’s knees buckled.    “Zapz!” she yelled. A small poof of smoke burst behind the orc.    “On it, toots.” The gnome rogue leaped o

    "DEATH TO HORDE SCUM!"    Saora whirled to face Dhaja. The Draenei had already conjured a massive light spell in her hands. Even worse, several Zodiac mercenaries behind her edged closer, emboldened. If they attacked now...    Dhaja's arm pulled back. She flung the orb of Light at Varosh, the ball bigger than the orc general's head. Without thinking, Saora threw herself in the magic's path. She whipped Benediction around her wrist, forming a golden shield with its spinning shaft. Dhaja’s orb folded into the blessed staff. Benediction gleamed brilliantly as it spun, fading to its dull shine as Saora whipped it to her back and hel

    "Y'evah notice," Grifton yanked his sword from the rotting corpse he'd just impaled, "that ev'ry assignment we're given has someone that needs savin'?"    "No one knew Fordragon were here," his cousin wiped his sweaty forehead.    Armod grunted, the wound in his side closing with Saora's heal, "Or even alive. How'd he survive the plague? An’ the dragon's breath?"    "Does it matter?" Dhaja towered over a few mercenaries, casually tossing them heals, "The Highlord is a great champion for Stormwind and the Light. It is our duty to assist him."    Saora swallowed, careful to keep from drawing the draenei's attention. She'd alwa

    Tirion Fordring was an imposing figure. As tall as an elf and covered in gleaming gold armor, he stood out among the battle hardened mercenaries and soldiers surrounding his makeshift platform. To his right stood Varian Wrynn, king of Stormwind and the only human to become a champion as an orc's enslaved gladiator...and live to tell about it. The brutal fire in his ice blue eyes matched his crazed black hair and the terrible scar under his eyes and across the bridge of his nose. Tirion was a sharp contrast to the wild look of his king. Long, grayed hair swept gracefully away from his face, matching a neatly trimmed beard. His wide green e