.:WoW Character Scenes:.

[Volcanica]

After playing WoW for a full year now, reaching 70 a few times, playing several classes... I began to see how repetitive the game could be. I still love playing WoW, of course, BUT... Consider if your characters had a story to tell of their own, in depth, full action and emotion...

Well, since I love to write, it's been on my mind to make true identities for my WoW characters, and even some for my family and friends! The following will be scenes of what has happened or what could happen in the grand lands of WoW! :]


Enjoy!


(You may leave comments if you like--a writer always likes to hear how his/her work is!)


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.:Volcanica the Huntress:.

Her evergreen eyes narrowed sharply, fingers sliding firmly through the feathers of her arrow. Her tall elven ears pinned back, full red lips pressing together. She marked the target from afar, aiming with perfection. Now was the time to strike...

"Lady Volcanica!"

A gasp escaped her, the arrow being released from her fingertips. The arrow wisped through the air, soaring high over the setup wooden dummy. And, in the distance, the shriek of an innocent bird could be heard. She, as well as her addresser, just stood there in shock for a moment. Finally, however, the young lady's bow rested by her side as she turned to him. Of course, the look on her face expressed more than irritation.

"Yes...?", Volcanica questions, a sigh following. A ranger of her race, called Blood Elves, bowed slightly with an apologetic look. He then took a deep breath, as if to forget about the incident, and went on.
"Lady Volcanica, it is with great pleasure that I am to inform you that your training is fulfilled! You have successfully gained enough experience with the bow and arrow to become a true hunter. You have but one last trial to overcome--and that is gaining your very own pet to fight at your side!" Instantly, her expression revealed a beaming smile.
"Y-You mean it?!", Volcanica exclaims, almost in disbelief. "Oh, thank you, I'm so happy!" Without warning, she embraced the ranger tightly. He was a bit alarmed, but smiled nonetheless. "But... Are you sure I'm ready?" Her hug loosened as fear and doubt entered her heart. "I don't know if I can face the evils of Azeroth on my own..."

The ranger gently pulled out of her arms, taking her shoulders firmly. Their eyes met. For so long, he had taught her the ways of the hunter, guided her and made her strong. As her teacher, he would pass one last lesson to her. It was likely that after this...he would never see his precious student again.
"Volcanica... You won't be alone", he says. "Go... Go now to the distant land of the Orcs, the Barrens. There you will find a cavern with the companion you seek. Be strong, be brave, and become the true hunter that you are. You will honor the Horde in doing so..." Volcanica swallowed roughly, ignoring her fear, and stood tall. She placed her bow and quiver on her back, sheathed her twin blades at her hips. Last, the young blood elf smiled warmly, saying one last thing before taking her leave.
"For the Horde!"

[Rastabaan]

Wow I like it lol..I need to make one for Rastabaan

[Rastabaan]

Okay Im going to try lol
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[glow=red,2,300]Rastabaan the Mage[/glow]

In the grand city of Silvermoon, a young mage clothed in a scholar robe sits in its libraries filled with thousands of books, floating by here and there. reading on conjuration. "Okay lets try this again..Conjure Water!" As the mage spoke these words a sort of glow grasped his hands. "I think I'm going to do it!" He said with anticipation. *Splash* A small puddle was conjured onto the table. "Awww not again.." He said with a frown. Suddenly Rastabaan could sense another presence "Master Rastabaan?" asked the figure. Rastabaan turned quickly and beheld, it was his teacher. "Ah yes, I am here Magister.." He said turning back to his desk, which seemed to float in the air due to the Sindorei's mastery of the Arcane Arts. "Another puddle?" The Magister asked. "Don't worry Rastabaan, you will soon surpass even my talents." He said while manipulating the conjured water back into moisture in the air. "That's enough reading for you today, why dont you head outside and work on your polymorph."
Rastabaan gathered his books, heading towards the exit, and pulled back the curtains of the library door, "I guess.." Rastabaan replied. "Yes Rastabaan, you will prosper in your skills, and achieve your goals..You will not be alone in your journey.." The Magister said to himself, while watching him descend the staircase. "Beware of the truths to come..."
--This is the written account of Rastabaan, and his adventures to come

[Rastabaan]

Rastabaan was outside the Gates of Silvermoon, practicing his polymorph on the nearby dragonhawk hatchlings. ""Okay focus on the dragonhawk..annnnddd..Polymorph!" A small blast of light emanated from his palm. "Well darn..." Rastabaan stared at the dragonhawk, with it staring back at him in confusion. "Don't look at me like that.." Rastabaan said with frustration. "Ya know what...Polymorph!" *Poof* a small heap of smoke suddenly engulfed the dragonhawk. *Baaah* "Woah" Rastabaan's eyes grew wide. It had been a successful polymorph, "Yes! Oh yeah!!" Rastabaan exclaimed in excitement. Unaware to his own surroundings an Arcane Guardian was slowing walking towards him. "Oh yeah, uh huh, What now little sheep?" As Rastabaan was dancing around merrily, the Arcane Guardian was creeping closer until suddenly he was right behind Rastabaan. *Bump* Rastabaan had backed up into the Guardian. <Rastabaan? I presume?> asked the Arcane Guardian. "AHH! I did nothng!" Rastabaan pleas. The Arcane Guardian reached towards Rastabaan's head and give him a vision, in this vision Rastabaan could see himself sitting a rather large table with all the Magister's of Silvermoon sitting there with him, discussing a very important matter. "So he is truly.." "SHH!" interruppted another Magister, "If we go to quickly he could get overwhelmed..and yes..he is his son.." With the information Rastabaan had recieved from the Arcane Guardian, he was concerned and yet scared for what they were talking about. "What does this mean Guardian?" he asked, The Guardian said nothing. Overwhelmed with questions and scared of what the magisters would ask of him, he fled to the Sunfury Spire, where the Orb of Translocation was located. "Rastabaan? What are you doing? Where are you going?" his fellow students asked frantically. "Speak nothing of what you are about to see! Orb of Translocation take me to the Undercity!" *Flash* "Rastabaan? Rastabaaaaan?!" *Woosh* "Hey watch where you are going Blood Elf!" shouted one of the Forsaken. The Undercity was cold, dark, and eerie. "Oh my..This is scary.." a chill ran up Rastabaan's spine. *BOOOOOOOM* "The Zeppelin to Orgrimmar has just arrived!" yelled a small goblin from afar. "I know, I will flee to Orgrimmar, no one will think of looking for me there!" Rastabaan ran towards the large tower that held each Zeppelin, not knowing where this adventure will take him.

[Volcanica]

Me liiiike, me like lots! :] This is going well!

Methinks it is time for Vol and Rasta to meet, as well as to introduce a new face. Weeee, fun, fun!

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.:Meeting in a Far Away Land:.

Across the lanes of Silvermoon to the cobblestone streets of the Undercity, she had traveled far already. Volcanica, though full of anxiety and determination both, kept her sights firm on reaching the caverns the ranger spoke of. The hunter heard the goblin calling, and knew that it was time to board the zeppelin herself. Then her journey would truly begin in the wilderness of Azeroth.

"The zeppelin has reached the tower! All aboard for Durotar!!"

With this last calling to board, Volcanica raced out of the ruins before the Undercity, heading to the zeppelin tower at full speed. Her feet swiftly carried her over the grassy hill to the tower at an unnatural pace. She moved like the very creatures she learned to hunt, and didn't even tire as she climbed the stairs to the top. One stair after another, she leaped off her toes until she nearly ran into the back of several other boarding passengers. As she now went to board behind the others, the goblin beside the tower railing smirked playfully.
"Watch your step, missy! The zep's job is to fly off to Durotar--not yours! Hehe!" Passing him a quick glance, Volcanica grinned before jumping on the flying contraption at last.

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As the zeppelin began to take off, Volcanica slowly wandered towards the front rail, observing the other passengers as she did. There were all kinds of people of different classes heading to the same destination she was. Among so many, only a few caught her attention. And, of course, they were fresh from training just as she was. One was a female Tauren Warrior, whom most likely came from the city Thunderbluff in Mulgore to learn from the mighty Forsaken. Another was a male Blood Elf Paladin, surely he was leaving Silvermoon's organization of Blood Knights.

And last...she noticed a male Blood Elf Mage. Unlike the others on the zeppelin, the young man seemed a little TOO fresh out of training. He wore simple robes with a short staff upon his back, and a small book dangled from a chain attached to his belt. The words engraved on the book were Spells & Mana: An Apprentice's Guide to Magic. From what she could see, his skin's shade was slightly more pale than what it should be. He hadn't been exposed to the sun much--meaning, he hadn't practiced his magic enough in the protection of Eversong Woods. His hair was long, dirty-blond and untouched. She knew he had yet to see what a trial really was.

Volcanica, drawn to this young man like a moth to the flame, then slowly approached his left side. She just had to look at his eyes. The eyes were the doorway to the soul, his orbs would tell her if he was ready for whatever adventure he was going on. The Hunter stopped there beside him, eyes pausing on the skies above before viewing his face. After she was sure he wasn't looking, her evergreen eyes rolled right to look at him. The young Mage wore an expression that told her he was on high alert, his orbs looking everywhere to take in the scenery. Yes, he was not ready for the lands of Azeroth, but... Something Volcanica saw was not what she expected. There was the same determination and fear in him that she herself held inside. If he was not ready, what made the ranger think that she was? This only troubled the female Blood Elf.

"So... Where are you heading?"

Without her even noticing, the Mage had caught her staring. The Hunter, somewhat embarrassed, just smiled nervously as he made a warm smile back. Well, now that he was aware of her interest, no point being secretive anymore. Volcanica brushed her sunset hair back with her fingers, attempting to find her voice.
"M-Me?", she questions. He gave her a nod. "Oh... I was on my way to the Barrens. I'm seeking a cavern there--it involves my trial." His expression then seemed rather curious.
"Really? Sounds dangerous", the Mage replies. The young lady then looked at him, her anxiety subsiding. She held up her bow, placing her right hand on the hilt of one of her swords.
"Maybe so, but I'm a Hunter--I'm pretty dangerous myself!", Volcanica exclaims with a wink.

The young man smiled, appearing confident in her. He then lifted his head with pride, as if to show off too.
"I'm a Mage--we kick butt too!", he answers. He suddenly heard an outburst of giggles from her. Was it really that funny, or did she have her doubts about him? "What? Why are you laughing??" The Hunter calmed herself, eyes gently resting on him.
"I'm sorry... It's just that you appear so fresh out of training", she says honestly. "But, you are right, Mages are powerful!" The male nodded, agreeing--secretively with both of her statements.

There was a long pause between them as the grass of Tirisfal Glades vanished, and the ocean depths could now be seen. Durotar wasn't far, for certain. "So... What about you?" The Mage looked back at her. "Where are you traveling??" He thought for a moment. Truly, he had no idea where he was running off to. Once he reached the city of Orgrimmar, he didn't know where to head next.
"Er... Um... Well, I'm still thinking on that", he says. "I guess I'll be staying at Orgrimmar until I find out..." Volcanica made a somewhat worried look.
"You're not even sure where you are going?", she questions. "You don't even know what your trial is? ...Are you sure you should be leaving Silvermoon so soon--" She paused, as if wanting to place his name in her sentence. He noticed immediately and smiled.
"It's Rastabaan, my name is Rastabaan."

At that moment, she froze in place. Her lips parted as if to gasp, but nothing came out. Her eyes also never moved, just gazed at him forever. Now he was worried.
"Y-Your...name is..Rastabaan?", she finally uttered, and in awe.
"Yes... Why...??" A beaming smile then crept onto her face, eyes dazzling brightly.
"Rasta, it's me! It's your cousin, Volcanica!!" Then his face expressed the very same look as hers. They embraced tightly. It had been so long, they didn't even recognize each other.
"Vol?! I can't believe it's you!!"



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Awww, family time. :]

[Rastabaan]

The Zeppelin had reach its destination, the rough terrain of Durotar was visible now. After a few hours on the zeppelin, Rastabaan and Volcanica had just finished exchanging stories of adventures they have had in the past. "Look Volcanica, the Zeppelin Tower!" exclaimed Rastabaan. The Zeppelin slowly made its way over to the loading dock. "Ah yes, well we should check in at the Inn in Orgrimmar, stock up on food." replied Volcanica. *BOOOOOOOM* "The Zeppelin has arrived! All aboard for the Undercity!" shouted a small goblin. As they both made their way down the slope they noticed some passing travelers making a few glances at Rastabaan. "Don't mind them Rastabaan.." Volcanica said comforting Rastabaan. "Wow the soil here is so dry..how can the Orcs survive?" Laughed Rastabaan, As they approached the gates they passed a group of Orc civilians whispering amongst themselves, As they would pass the Orcs would stop talking briefly only to begin whispering again after they passed. "What is wrong with these people? Hey you there, acting like you have never seen a Blood Elf!" Volcanica said while pointing. "Lets just get in the city.." Rastabaan said quietly, Suddenly with Volcanica's heightened senses felt someone following them. "Rasta..Don't Move..." They both stopped in their tracks. The stalker kept coming, Volcanica signaled Rastabaan to prepare himself. "Hah!" Volcanica swiftly spun around revealing her twin blades, following a grab of the arms. Rastabaan prepared a Fireball and a Frostbolt. "Who are you and why are you following us?" Asked Volcanica. The stalker was harshly shaking in fear. "I am but a delivery man, I have a scroll for Rastabaan." Reaching in his bag he pulled out a scroll wrapped in red silk with a black seal. "Its okay Volcanica, I think its safe." Rastabaan said while taking the scroll. "Thank you young master, Thank you!" The Delivery man said while quickly fleeing. Rastabaan unraveled the silk wrapping revealing the seal. "Why do I feel like I have seen that seal before.." Rastabaan said to himself, "Well what does it say Rasta?" asked Volcanica.
"Dear Rastabaan,
I am truly sorry we could not meet in person, I had an urgent matter to attend to, my name is Khadgar..I was an apprentice to your father, I cannot tell you anything else..it is of grave importance that you do not go looking for any information about your father, there are things in this world that have been hunting your family for ages. I have managed to sneak a ring with your families seal engraved onto its surface, keep it secret..keep it safe."

-We will speak again..Khadgar of the Kirin Tor

*Ding* A small ring dropped to the hard ground of Orgrimmar. Rastabaan bent over to pick up the ring, "My..Father?"

[sbratgir]

OMG WOW you two are so totally awesome. ^_^ Such talented writters as well. <3 I think maybe I should write my story as well... but who wants to know the story of a goofy ole druid? lol.

[Volcanica]

Thx Dani. :] I love to write, have been for quite some time now. I'll be posting some of my old stories here too--though later, of course, I'll edit things too.

Anyway, I like how chars entwine here. :] And I got several others to bring in too!


I'd like to see you write about your character, Dani. It always helps to write and view others works, makes you grow. :]


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The young Mage leaned over his palm to gaze at the ring as he stood there in the streets of Orgrimmar. His shadow consumed the trinket, his emerald eyes giving off a glow that shined beautifully on the jewels and band of the ring. His own voice echoed in his mind, repeating the words of the letter. Whispers. Softly...

"Rastabaan?"

The caster jerked his hand around the ring, slipping it into his robe's pocket. Not only startled, but scared and confused, the Mage turned to look at his cousin. Volcanica stared at him concerningly, and he wondered if she had overheard him reading the scroll or seen the ring that dropped. If she had, she certainly hid it well. "Are you all right? You look a little pale..." Rastabaan sighed lightly, a smile appearing.
"Me? I'm ok", he replied. "The script inside was just old news--Mage stuff, you wouldn't understand." The Hunter just nodded slowly, eyes lowering to the dust that swept across the city. "Hey, the Inn is close. Let's get going!"

Rastabaan walked ahead, assuming the lead towards the Inn of Orgrimmar. Volcanica just slowly followed. Very slowly. Her eyes were open and alert, though appearing calm. She observed the Orcs, all of them staring at her cousin. And their stares were filled with a strange essence she couldn't understand. Not that couldn't identify, just not understand: Fear. Why were they cautious of a Mage fresh out of training? The hunter didn't know, but was going to find out eventually. For the time being, she entered the Inn to get some rest before the next day's travel to the Barrens.


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.:Infernite the Warlock:.

"There he is! CEASE HIM!"



The horse's hooves skid to a halt before the beast reared up, a circle of soldiers surrounding both creature and its rider. Spears from all around then aimed at the horseman, imprisoning him before he could ever think of a way out. The captain, plated in blue and black, rode on his steed into the middle of the circle, glaring at his newly caught prey. The time had come, a moment the Mage Hunter captain had been waiting for.

"I suppose you think you were clever coming here, eh?", the captain snarls at the horseman. "Though Deadwind Pass holds your one true refuge, it's only a refuge if you manage to get inside..." The soldiers snicker around their prisoner, some even slightly jabbing him in the shoulders with the tip of their spears. "You're pathetic! The Tower of Karazhan was the first place we stationed troops at! Even with no way for us to enter, we can still keep YOU from entering too. Malygos will surely promote me when I bring him the great Magister Rastabaan!"

The captain then came closer, hand reaching for the hood of his prisoner. "Now, look upon him! Look upon him, and remember this moment of victory for the Azure Dragonflight!" His hand wrapped around the cloth of the hood, pulling it off for the troops to see. Out of utter shock, they all drew back at once. The rider's horse gave out an echoing neigh, the beast's body transforming into something demonic. Horns and fires spewed out of its body, the light of the flame reflecting in emerald orbs. They gazed at a Blood Elf that appeared much like their target, but older. His skin shade was dark tan, hair was a fiery orange that spiked back, and eyes that were like the very green jewels that surrounded Silvermoon City. An almost heinous smile crept onto his face as his Mage disguise changed into dark, green-blue Warlock robes.

The captain and soldiers shook in his presence, glows of red and green showering them from the Warlock's eyes and his steed's flames. The caster's lips then parted to speak as his palm was raised, a demonic purple energy forming before them.
"I'm pathetic, you say?", his voice echoing much like that of his horse's neigh. "Heh heh heh... Lucky for you, I find that funny, Captain. However, it is YOU that is pathetic--as Malygos will soon see when you return without Rastabaan..." The energy, a powerful Shadowbolt, was then released and exploded into all but the Captain. His men were killed instantly, the Warlock a merciful lord. The Captain narrowed his eyes on the shadow ruler as the Warlock rode up on his flaming creature of evil. "I didn't have to let you live--your men can vouch for that. Oh, forgive me! That's right, they're dead..." The caster cackled a moment before continuing, a shining grin on his face. "Begone with you! Your only reason for living now is to report back to Malygos of your epic failures. If you're as lucky as your men, he'll crush you in his jaws quickly after you do. If not... We shall meet again. I garauntee that next time I won't be so merciful..."

The horseman turned, about to ride off into the fog-filled night of Deadwind Pass as the Captain rose with a call to his foe.
"Wait just a moment!", the Captain yells, enraged as he looked upon the deaths of his men. "Who are you anyway? Why are you doing this?! Why are you protecting this Mage that Malygos desires dead?!!" The Warlock merely turned his head to the side, his grin still showing.
"Call me Infernite... That's all you need to know--info in case you want revenge. Farewell, Captain..." With that, like a blazing wand, the Warlock vanished in the darkness of the night.

[Volcanica]

It's just tooooo good, isn't it? ;]

TO CONTINUE!

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.:The Premonition Sequence:.

All was in blinding colors...
Scenes... In a dream...
Were they real...?
Or was I just being nervous...??


Lidless eyes of cold jade...
They were looking inside me...
A flickering red tongue...
It was smelling me... My fear...
Scales of blue with white stripes...
The design of my fate...


Then... I seemed to be pulled into the gaze of such eyes...
And next I was looking deep into a hood...
The same shade of eyes stared at me...
A man... Was looking at me...
As if he knew me...
Amongst the rain and fog of a place I never knew...


The fog swept over me...
And next I was... I don't know...
All I felt was fear...
A presence... It was cold...
Before I could find it... Whatever it was that stalked me...


I woke up...




Her forehead tensed as her eyes slowly opened, recalling all she could remember from a dream. Or was it a dream? Was it real?? Certainly felt real. She sighed deeply, finding herself worried about it all. But how could she ignore it? No one could.

Volcanica then leaned up out of the Inn bed, shaking her head. She wanted to just forget about it and get back to her journey. She had to find the Wailing Caverns in the Barrens. Not a very pleasant sounding place, but...

"Ugh!", Volcanica snaps, fingers digging into her forehead. "If I could rip out that dream from my brain, I would! This is getting me nowhere--being nervous about it!" Growling angrily at herself, she stood, huffing in agitation. "Ok, that's it. I'm getting out of here. Rasta, c'mon, let's go!"

She walked over to the opposite side of the Inn bedroom, pulling back the curtain that would reveal his bed. To her absolute shock, he was gone! Suddenly her angry and thoughts on the dream vanished as she began panicking inside. "Rasta? Rastabaan?!" Almost instinctively, she raced out of the Inn, unsheathing her blades as she did.


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"Winds be at your back, young traveler!"
"Thank you!"

The young Mage turned from the Tauren salesman and walked back out towards the middle of Orgrimmar. This was the biggest city of the Horde organization, and was home to the Orc Warchief Thrall. The caster believed the Orcs to be brutal, but no doubt welcomed their allies to the city. As a Blood Elf, and ally to the Orcs, Rastabaan felt completely safe here--even though people gave him weird looks almost constantly.

Rastabaan smiled at his newly purchased items--a new staff and wand. To weaken the suspicions of his cousin and others in cities, he figured he should have more advanced looking weapons. If he was found out, that he was under the term "fresh out of training", he'd surely be sent back to Silvermoon City whence he came. And that was something he would make sure to avoid.


"RASTABAAN!!"

The Mage jumped, twirling around to face Volcanica rushing out of the Inn. She was armed, face twisted with fear and cutting between the crowds of Orcs like someone gone mad. He was almost too nervous to speak above the crowd to call her--you know, her looking crazy couldn't give him a good reputation.
"I'm over here, Vol!", Rastabaan calls, waving his hands in the air to signal to her. He then saw her burst through the lines of people, calming to a halt before him. She was out of breath, and her face was pale. Before he could even ask what was going on, the Hunter embraced him so tightly, he nearly gasped from pain.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're safe!", Volcanica cries, not letting go. "I didn't know where you had gone! I thought you might've gotten hurt, or worse!"

Rastabaan made a slight smile, but felt completely embarrassed due to everyone staring at them. I mean, there in the middle of the city, the two were hard to ignore--especially after such a scene she made.
"Um... Vol, they're staring...", Rastabaan whispers to her through the pain of her crushing hug. He was then released, and he took a deep breath. She was nearly suffocating him. Of course, looking at her after, he saw an angered expression.
"They can stare all they want!", Volcanica snaps. "You, sir, should apologize! I had no idea where you were, I had every right to come out looking for you like that! Do you have ANYTHING to say for yourself?!" The Mage gazed at her in shock. One moment she was hugging him, and now she was yelling at him. She must've been really worried--sort of like a mother when her child is missing.
"I'm sorry...", was all he could utter.

[Volcanica]

Her anger and fear both then subsided at his quiet response. Slowly, a smile appeared on the Hunter's face. She sighed a bit, looking away to view the gates of Orgrimmar.
"No... I'm sorry, Rasta", Volcanica says. "Just-... Well, it seems like everyone here has a reason to stare at you so much. I was worried that maybe someone was after you or something. I know it sounds crazy..." Her eyes returned to his, smile widening. "Forget it. Shall we head for the Barrens now? It's a long walk, would be best to get moving before it gets too late..."

Rastabaan gazed at her for a long moment. Or... Maybe it wasn't really all that long, it just seemed that way. He felt like his mere glance was a stare at her. From all she expressed in her words, all she told him, and the sense she implied... He wondered, much like the day before, if she had overheard him when he read the letter and picked up the engraved ring. Maybe. If she did, he understood why she would be so worried about him. There was danger that loomed around him, something dark about his family and his past. The young Mage just hoped he'd find out about all this safely--though that was unlikely...

"Yeah... I guess we should get going", Rastabaan replies, returning her smile with one of his own. "I wouldn't want to hold you up from facing your trial. And, I'm really excited about it all really. I can't wait to see these caverns you mentioned!" Volcanica giggled, his enthusiasm rather funny. With such optimism from him, she almost forgot about how hard it would be--a good thing since she had enough to worry about.
"Ok! Let's go then!", Volcanica exclaims, taking her bow into hand. The Mage nodded, taking the lead out of Orgrimmar, with his staff in one hand and a wand in the other.


As they walked out of the Orc city, into the land of Durotar, they headed south-west for the Barrens and nearest town. Surely, once there, they'd gather more information on where to find these caverns the Ranger spoke of. Yet, as they traveled, they felt an odd presence... As if eyes were watching from afar, gazing into their souls. They both felt it, but neither said a word about it. The strange feeling... They didn't know if it was threatening or not...