World of Warcraft One Shot

You crept through the dusty halls of the Black Temple, your hunt for Illidan, the betrayer, had took you wide and far across the depths of Outland, but under Maiev's orders you had found his home seated in the heart of Shadowmoon Valley. Strange demons and creatures patrolled the halls, searching for people just like you. Green pustules decorated the halls as rivers of fel blood oozed through the middle of the grand hall.

A cascade of rocks had separated you and your espionage group as you entered the labyrinth of corridors and rooms, the grand palace was bigger than the city of Stormwind and more complex than the depths of Ironforge. In your quest for recognition you took the separation as a sign that you would be the one to take out Illidan Stormrage, your name would go down in history, seated in novels, bards will write tales about your adventures and maybe you will get your own statue in the gates of Stormwind.

You travelled up to the spires of the Black Temple, informants had told your troupe that was where he resigned, drawing up his diabolical plans and consulting with the demonic hell spawn of Outland. You crept up the winding staircases using your years of experience and incredible expertise to meld into the shadows and avoid the hunt of the relentless guards.

Finally, you reached the top level of the extravagant temple, a single door was presented to you, two fel guards stood side by side outside the door clutching their axes. The wails of the souls of the damned seeping through the adorned skull. You clutched at the small elvish dagger that sat at the waistband of your trousers, the handle carved from a branch of Teldrassil and the blade forged by master dwarven blacksmiths from the strongest titanium.

You pulled the small dagger into your hand and used the darkness to make your way around the first of the gargantuan demonic abominations. You quickly slipped the dagger into the base of the neck, the creature fell to the floor with a thud, creating a cloud of dust and sending pebbles bouncing on your leg. The second of the guards did not have time to react before suffering the same fate.

You summoned all the courage you required before stepping over the corpse of the guard and barging through the doors, the informants were correct, Illidan was inside. You stood there in shock as you saw Illidan in the room, his leg lifted on the side of an ordained bathtub that was filled to the rim with bubbles, a towel was wrapped around his waist as he slowly moved a sharpened dagger up and down his satyr legs, sending shards of coarse hair flying across the room.

Illidan turned his head and just stared, his mouth hit the floor as he stood there motionless, you did the same thing. You figured the best thing for you to do was to slowly step backwards, close the door and try to find Maiev and the rest of the crew.

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Written by Aaron.