Post by marijn on May 8, 2012 13:14:02 GMT
Since I can't remember any real events, I decided I will make them on my own, Here is the first of the *possible* series. The characters are inspired on you... But well, the events here never happend. Enjoy! ;D (You can download the PDF at the end)
Tales of the Stormwind Regiment;
The dusty morning slowly faded away, and with a yawn the three guards slowly ended their patrol at the trusted Command Center. “Do we really have to walk these long route’s, Silverstom?” asked the female guard. The guard who had been walking infront glanced over his shoulder, a longlasting passive smile on his face. “Offcourse, it’s the only route that covers every corner in the city.” The middle guard had a diffrent looking helmet from the other two, instead of the normal pony-tail like decorative, this one had more of a blue broom on his helmet. On his chest displayed a shining badge with the text ‘Corporal Marijn Silverstorm’ engraved on it. Underneath the text another line that said ‘Infantry two-three-seven-six-five’. The rest of his armour seemed like the rest, except he wore a long blue with yellow cloak and also the shield and sword the man carried. A larger then usual shield with a blazing lions head engraved onto it. His sword hung from his belt, while others usually carry their swords within the designated hull on the shield, wich they carry on their back. His sword seemed like it had been taken care of properly, long and slim, a little longer then the average sword the privates wear. On the end of the hilt a hard crystal, thou most people deem it for the fancy look, the use however is quite brutal. The crystal is mostly used to knock people out cold with a hard backhand with the hilt. On his belt hung a grey bag with a red cross on it, commonly known to carry the regular first aid kit. Next to the bag a special fitting sewed to the belt. In the special fitting three syringe, all three filled with a certain liquid. A little more infront of the special fitting a clean one shot flintlock. On the other side of the belt hung two sets of handcuffs and a silver looking beltflask.
While the two guards contained most of the same equipements as the front guard the two were missing a flintlock, the special fitting and the sheeth for the sword. They just wore the sword in the sheeth of their shield that hung on their backs. The middle guard turned around infront of the entrace to their Command Center and the two behind him froze up. He glanced along the badges of the two, the woman’s name was Private Blaire Ivers and the man next to him was Private Maister Light. The middle guard that went my the name Marijn Silverstorm knew it already... But it was also more of a check-up. Did the privates clean their equipements and did they clean their badges... Or actually wear them. “You two are dismissed” Marijn said. The two moved their right hand towards their head and trew a quick salute to their superior. Marijn did the same back and turned around while the other two went the other way. With a shock Marijn discovered there was someone standing behind him. He realised after a few seconds that it was his wife, Kainna Darkbane. With a smile he greeted her. The woman had red hairs hanging in a pony tail. Here and there a few scars from past battles.
“Ohh... Heey there Kainna... I didn’t see you...” She smiled and moved up to him, giving him a gentle kiss upon the lips “Don’t worry about it... Anyway, Vancerdal wishes to speak to you... He’s waiting upstairs.” Marijn slowly perked an eyebrow. “Did he give a reason?” Kainna shrugged slightly. “Not to me anyway...” Marijn nodded slightly and shoved Kainna aside. “Well, i’’ll be right back then” Marijn said as he started to climb the stairs to the second floor. Once upstairs he trew a quick look around, the one that wanted to speak to him was the Major of the regiment. Samian Vancerdal, who was now sitting in a chair, piles with paperwork around him. Marijn walked to the table and sat down, his eyes quickly overlooking the work Samian was working on. The man looked up at, his face one tired grimace. “You oke Vancerdal?” Marijn asked. With a groan the major put aside some papers and nodded slightly unaware of what Marijn just asked. “Right, Silverstorm...” Samian wiped his face with his hands to wake up abit, but clearly not effective. The major continue’d “Silverstorm, could you head to the Cathedral for me, I had an appointment there, but I don’t think i’ll make it there... Could you take over?” Marijn slowly nodded “Sure, what is the appointment about?” Samian quickly started to dig trough some papers again and took out a map with multiple documents inside. “That is all you need to know... Now leave for me, I got work to do.” Marijn nodded slightly and slided of his chair. He thaught back of how much paperwork he had done as commander of the regiment back in the days... Piles and piles of them. With a smirk he started walking downstairs.
After reading the documents he trew a quick glance around the room for anyone to join him there but so far everyone was out patrolling, except a woman who was standing at the bookcase, sorting out some files. “Oi Silversong!” Marijn yelled and the woman turned around instanly. Her gear was alot diffrent then most, becouse she was one of the scouts. Blue leather greyish leather covered most of her body, and a regular blue tabard with a yellow lion head hung over it. On her shoulders blue spiked shoulderpads and on the straps hung a cape. It was the same one Marijn wore. On her back hung two blades, each it it’s own designated sheeth. On her chest she wore a same looking regiment badge with the text ‘Private Irene Silversong’ engraved into it. Blond hair hung from her head, till just about the shoulder. The woman alone shined of a sence of danger and unpleasentness... But Marijn had come to know the woman over the past few months since she joined the regiment. The normal unpleasentness faded away from the knowledge about the woman, she was infact a gentle soul, trained for killing non-the-less... The lessons from her past taught her to hide away all her emotions. But Marijn had seen past the layer of cover she had put up over the many years, she just wanted to be respected. “Come, let’s head out for a mission.” Irene frowned slightly “A mission sir?” Marijn nodded sternly and pointed at the map with documents inside. “Come, i’ll explain it underway.” Marijn started moving towards the door and Irene quickly jogged after him. Once outside she smelled the fresh air for a moment and walked after him. “So, sir... What are we going to do?” Marijn glanced over his shoulder with his passive smile covering his face. “Well, apperently there has been quite a reckus near the cathedral. We are to talk to one of the disciples about it.” Irene frowned “A reckus?” Marijn nodded slightly. “Yeah, about a worgen group or something, I guess the disciple’s will tell us more about it.” Marijn looked around on their way to the cathedral, they had just passed the bridge between the Trade District and the Cathedral Square.
The two guards strolled past the fountain in the center of the Cathedral Square and took there regular places next to the lanterns. So far there was no one to see from the disciples. Only some folks sitting around on the benches near the fountain, talking to each other. From time to time one of the folks sitting around turned around and glanced at either one of the guards. Marijn had gotten used to it. The constant glaring and staring at them, otherwise the hate towards the guards or a broom comment on his helmet. It did look like a broom... But it had it’s practicle uses no one knew. And no one ever bothered finding out. Or even ever suspected as much as a second use for the helmet. They just snicked in ignorance and joked how it could be used as a broom. If they only knew...
After about thirthy minutes waiting a man walked onto the Square, the man was poorly clothed and carried the sign of the disciples of light on his tabard. The blue background along with the three white stripes and at the end half a ball. Now that Marijn thaught about it, it was such a strange logo. The man seemed to be a little, nervous. He was holding a book in his left hand and his other hand rested alongside his body. Marijn exchanged a look with Irene, who was looking the other way and gestured with a nod towards the man. The two guards walked up to the man and he in turn seemed to be more nervous then a few seconds ago. “You must be here for the meeting, yes?” Marijn asked. The man slowly nodded and gestured to where he came from. “Would you mind joining me, it’s kind of crowded here.” Marijn shrugged slightly and nodded “Offcourse we will, lead the way.” Irene softly pulled Marijn’s cloak as the man started walking. Softly she whispered to him “Keep you’re eyes open, this might be a trap.” Marijn nodded slightly “I know...”
The two walked after the nervous man, untill they reached the back of the cathedral. Marijn peered around, his hand resting on the hilt of his weapon. There was no one around, not a single soul. “So, speak what you have to say sir... We are willing to help.” The man nodded slightly “Well, lately there have been a group of wor-” In mid sentence Marijn could feel a kick against his legs from the side, and suddenly noticed a male worgen standing next to him. What incredibly speed, and he didn’t even hear him comming. He felt a quick jab onto his side, even thou it was covered with armour the punch felt like an hammer smashing into him. He quickly glanced to the left and saw another two worgens, one hitting the back of Irene’s head as she fell forward, unconcious. This time Marijn felt the blow to the back of his head aswell, and he slowly fell forward on to the ground. His vision started to black out...
What a pain... What an immense pain... Offer someone help, and they turn against you... What a pain... Marijn slowly opened his eyes, glancing around. He was still laying at the spot he was knocked out. His head hurt badly, slowly he rubbed his head. He glanced up at the sun, and wondered what precisely happend. He glanced to the other side where Irene should lie however there was no one. He pushed himself up from his back and peered around again, not a single sign of her. He spotted a note that had been clipped to his tabard. With a pull he took it off and read it. The letter said the following: ‘Futile as it was to come with two, I took the girl from you. We now hold her till our demends are forfilled. These demends will be said to you once you visit us. We will wait for you to come alone and unarmed to a house, south of Darkshire. The longer you take, the worst the girl suffers. Bring someone along with you, and we kill the girl. We’ll be waiting.’ He placed the letter down and shook his head slightly. Slowly he stood back up and checked if he still had everything. Everything was still there. He glanced up at the sky once again and clenched his fists.
Later that same day, late in the afternoon Marijn walked in the deep forest of Duskwood. He had left his guard gear at the Command Center and just walked in his regular clothes. Becouse he spends most of his time on duty, it gave him a near naked feeling to walk towards the enemy without any weapons. In the distance he could see the house where they would meet up. He didn’t tell anyone about his reckless mission however. They would just try to come along and endanger Irene even more. After a few minutes of walking and thinking Marijn arrived at the small house. He knocked on the door. The door was pulled open from the inside, it was abit surprising. “You’ve come alone?” said the woman that opened the door. The woman had a scar running along her cheek towards her neck. Black hair covered her head till her ears. She wasn’t actuacly what Marijn had expected to see here, she was quite pretty. “I’ve come alone, just like you asked.” The woman smiled widely. “Come inside then.” Marijn stepped inside and the woman peered around outside before closing the door behind them. The home was surprisingly large from the inside, much larger then it looked from the outside anyway. In the corner along with two others sat Irene, she looked sad and in pain. As she looked up Marijn could see how weak she actually was.
“What did you do to her?” Marijn asked. The woman smirked proudly to herself. “We gave her a special threatment... Anyway, why don’t you sit down.” She pointed to a chair that was standing in the middle of the wooden room. The house wasn’t all to fancy. A wooden floor, some bookcases. A bed and a few chairs with a table. Marijn slowly sat down on the chair and the two man who were with Irene now joined the women infront of Marijn. After a while of staring the woman spoke “I will tell you our demands now... So listen closely.” Marijn peered at the weakend Irene and then back at the woman. “You see... We aren’t normal humans... We are infected with the Gilnean curse...” After her sentence the woman slowly transformed into a worgen. “However, we do not get threated the same way as normal human beings becouse of this. We want equal rights...” Marijn frowned and laughed a short unamused laugh. “This is what you want... Equal right?” The woman nodded. “You already have equal rights, like anyone in the city... Just becouse people threat you like crap doesn’t mean you don’t have equal rights... However, we can’t arrest everyone for making a snappy commenct against you’re race.” The worgen frowned slightly, not all to sure on what to say. Then one of the man behind her walked infront and spoke. “No matter... Then we just want gold... Lots of them, if you want this woman back alive...” The female worgen glanced at the man who just spoke and then nodded in agreement “Go get us gold guard... Otherwise we’ll kill her.” she added. Marijn sighed and stood up. The three criminals immdiatly drawing their weapons on the guard. Marijn glanced at the corner where Irene was sitting. “I’ll be back and free you Silversong...” Irene slowly glanced upwards. Her face looked like it had received quite the beating. “In the mean time while I go get you’re blood money... Touch her again, and don’t think you’ll get away alive.” Marijn turned around towards the door, opened it and slammed it close behind him. The three criminals smirked slightly to each other and then focused their attention to Irene... “Let’s have some fun with her...”
That same evening Marijn returned, this time an pouch with gold with him, this time his clean one shot flintlock packed in the back of his belt. Making sure no one saw it. He knocked on the door once again. He heard some sounds before the door flew open again and the female worgen stood before him. Blood spatters covered her fur. “Where is she?” Marijn asked. The worgen shrugged slightly. “No ide-” Marijn quickly grabbed her arm, pulled her downwards so her face would be abit lower then his and planted his gun against her cheek. Surprised she let out a groan and tried to step away but the fierce titangrip of Marijn woudn’t let go. “Where is she?!” Panic arrived in the eyes of the worgen as she saw how the non-caring man from earlier that day pushed his gun with a murdering instinct against her face. “I’ll ask you one last time... Where is she!?” The worgen finally snapped and started speaking, having a little difficulty becouse of the gun being pressed with force against her cheek. “We took her to our base... I swear!” Marijn slammed the womans head against the wall with brute force. She seemed quite dazed as she stumbled along with the fierce blow. “Where is you’re base?” The worgen cowered in fear, was this what all the guards are like? “I... We have a base in the abondoned shiphouse... At the docks in Stormwind...” Marijn nodded slightly. “Why did you take the woman there... Why didn’t you just accept the money?” The woman smiled slightly, but it was more a ironic laugh. “They thaught they could get more of the woman, before selling her back to you...” Marijn frowned “What do you mean, get more?” She actually laughed slightly this time. “What do you think I mean... They want pleasure...” Marijn frowned, he knew he was to late... “Why didn’t you stop them...” The woman now started to actually laugh louder. “Stop them from raping one of you’re worthlessly pathetic guards?” Marijn sighed and pulled her head away from the wall, only to bash it into the wall again, knocking the woman out cold. She turned back into a normal human, her clothes stretched. “Dont ever talk about my privates like that again, criminal scum...”
Back at the Command Center he dragged to woman inside. Multiple of the rookies who had night shift stared at Marijn. Wondering what the fell was going on. Some of them actually got ready to attack him, untill a guard walked down from the stairs. It was one of the corporals, Ilyanain. “Stand down privates” he said with his loud voice. “Silverstorm, what are you doing... Who is this?” Marijn panted slightly and got to breath before glancing up at Ilyanain. “This woman has attacked me and Silversong... They now keep her hostage... I managed to capture her...” Ilyanain nodded slightly. Ilyanain pointed at one of the privates, this one wore the scout gear. “What’s you’re name, private?” The girl trew a quick and clumsy salute. “My name is private Kia Linaris, sir!” Ilyanain nodded slightly again. “Linaris, get this woman locked up downstairs.” She quickly trew another salute towards Ilyanain and started dragging the woman downstairs. “Silverstorm, tell me all about what happend in a moment oke, just get on duty first.” Marijn nodded slightly as he started to make his way upstairs.
Marijn pulled his shoulderpads straight and adjusted the small leather straps. He shook his armour a little to see if everything was on alright and nodded slightly. He didn’t feel naked anymore with the heavy plate around him. He slowly placed his broomlike helmet over his head with his passive smile on his face. He marched downstairs where Ilyanain was waiting. “Let’s go Ilyanain... We need to hurry...” Togheter the two guards marched out the Command Center and moved their way to the docks. In the mean time Marijn explained everything that happend... And what the female worgen had said.
Once arrived at the abondoned building where they used to make ship parts the two guards exchanged looks. Not sure to what they’d find inside. They decided to take the back entrance. Ilyanain bashed the small door in with his plated shoulder before stumbeling inside. They glanced around and heard some sounds. Sounds of people talking. Marijn wondered if they hadn’t noticed the loud sounds of the door collapsing. But decided it woudn’t matter... As they walked in further they could see the two male worgens and a half nude, half covered Irene. The worgens looked around with a few groans and barks. Slowly Marijn drew his sword out it’s long sheeth and shoved the shield from his back. He glanced to his left and saw Ilyanain doing the same. He however took his sword from the sheeth on his shield. “Give you’reself in, now!” Marijn yelled. The worgens glanced at each other and laughed shortly. One of the worgens spreaded his claw and dashed forward towards the two guards but about halfway he dashed left, into the shadows. They peered back at where Irene was lying and noticed the other worgen was gone aswell. They could hear a few footsteps and they quickly turned around, only to discover that the two worgens had just fled the scene. “Ilyanain, go after them!” He quickly nodded and went outside. Marijn jogged towards Irene and fell to his knee’s on the side of her. They had been indeed to late... Irene was mostly naked, here and there hung abit of thorn clothes she wore. Mar quickly unclipped his cloak from his back and as he was lying it on her, he noticed large claw marks on her back, still bleeding. He turned her naked body around to her back and pulled his glove off, placing his bare hand on her wound. Marijn took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. A faint light apeared around his hands. “Don’t worry Irene... I’ll help you.”
A few minutes later Marijn wrapped Irene’s exposed body into his long cloak and lifted her in his arms. He walked to the exit and noticed Ilyanain walking back. “No luck?” Marijn asked. Ilyanain shook his head slightly. He gestured at Irene. “How is she?” Marijn looked down to the woman who was peacefully sleeping in his arms. “I hope she’s fine...”
The day after the awfull event Irene didn’t show up for duty... It was only normal for someone to be a little drawn back after what happend to her... Marijn would be more afraid if she did show up fine. It was already later in the afternoon again... And the regular guard buisness was going on. There had been a brawl outside the Pig and Whistle... There had been a mugging down at the cathedral... And a girl had her bag stolen at the Mage Quarters. But those were all side buisness... Now they had a bigger threat running loose... Who knew where they would come by next. “Silverstorm?” Marijn glanced around to see who just spoke to him and saw Cadaemus leaning on the banister upstairs. He was the Lance Corporal within the regiment. “What is it Cadaemus?” He rubbed the back of his head and frowned “Well... Have you seen private Linaris around? She was supposed to report to me about thirthy minutes ago...” Marijn shrugged slightly “Didn’t she go on patrol about two hours ago?” Cadaemus nodded slightly “Yeah, so she should be back already...” Marijn perked a brow and shrugged “I’m sure she’ll turn up.” Cadaemus sighed slightly “Most likely, but with what happend to Irene... I’m setting out a search party...” Marijn nodded slightly.
Marijn stared at the private that just came running in. He glanced past the badge ‘Private Dorian ‘ “Something wrong private?” The man looked up and panted shorlty, regaining his breath. “Sir, we found Kia Linaris!” Marijn perked his eyebrow again “So, where was she?” The private, not really clear what to say pointed outwards the door “Please, come along sir, i’ll show you the way!”
A few moments later Marijn arrived at the scene, he pushed some private out the way to see what was going on and it didn’t take to long before he knew what happend. On the floor layed an exposed Kia Linaris, one of the medics was bussy threating her. Marijn quickly overlooked the body and he knew enough. Claw marks on the arms, back and chest. A small puddle of dried blood underneath the girl. He walked over to the horrible scene and glanced down at the medic. “How is she Samantha?” Marijn asked. The medic glanced upwards, a deep frown on her face. “Well... Physicly, she’ll be fine... However I doubt she’ll be able to get over this attack easily...” Marijn nodded slightly and mumbled something under his breath. Another victim to those blood thirsty maniacs...
In the next following days multiple reports came in... All the same results. Three young women from the regiment, found exposed with claw markings all over their body. Bled untill they lost conciousness... And who knows what else happens to them while they were attacked, with common sence you can figure what kind of disgrace was carried out towards the poor women. A few days of aimlessly training to find the two responsible, another two women didn’t come back from a patrol... Samantha and Kainna. Marijn sat down in a chair, deeply in thaughts. Now even his wife is kidnapped... And there wasn’t a single thing he could do... except...
“Samantha?” The black haired women peered around her shoulder. “Ohh Kainna... Can I help you?” She shook her head. “I was just wondering if you wanted to join me on a patrol?” Samantha shrugged slightly “Sure I will, getting some fresh air is always nice.” She placed some papers back in the bookcase and turned around. “Shall we go then?” Samantha said with a gentle smile on her lips. The two of them walked out the Command Center. Slowly they marched from the Old Town trough the Trade District, then the Mage Quarter and then the Harbour. They walked down the many steps leading down the the harbour. “So, how is you’re kid, Simon?” Samantha asked. Kainna smiled “He’s growing up so fast... He can already walk.” Samantha smirked slightly “Good to hear, everything still going oke between you and Marijn?” Kainna turned her head slightly “Everything is fine, why?” Samantha shrugged slightly “Well, he doesn’t seem to want to use his real last name then you gave him when you married...” Kainna smirked “Ohh, that’s just to keep us seperated on duty, if we both have the same last name it can get kind of confusing.” Samantha smiled “Ahh, so that’s the reaso-. Before she could finnish her sentence she felt a shap pain in her leg and before they knew it Kainna was slammed against the ground with brute force. She quickly looked around, attempting to draw her weapon but she felt a large hand grab her around the wrist and before she knew it she was thrown quite a distance before slamming into a wall, before losing concious she could see the worgen lick his lips and behind him another worgen mercilessly hitting samantha with full force in the stomach.
Kainna slowly opened her eyes, it was dark around her. She attempted to move her arms but felt her arms were restrained against her back. She looked around and noticed Samantha laying next to her, her hands restrained behind her back aswell. She glanced around abit more, trying to locate where they were keeping her. It seemed to be like a basement of a house... Judging from the buildstyle, probably somewhere in the dwarven district. She suddenly noticed a rag in her mouth, making her unable to wake up Samantha. She struggled some against the rope that tied her feet and arms togheter, but invain. She peered up as she heard a door open, followed by two pairs of footsteps down the stairs and finally another door opening into the room they were lying. The two worgens walked into the room and closed the door behind them. The right one glanced at the left one. “Who do you want?” The left one shrugged slightly “I guess i’ll take the redhead.” the two slowly walked over to them. “This one is already awake.” The worgen grapped kainna by the cheek and lifted her slight. They had already taken her sword but left the plate on her. The other one grapped Samantha and smirked. He pulled her up and cut the ropes to her feet, redoing them so het feet we’re still tied toghether, just no stuck to her arms again. The worgen at Kainna started doing the same and Kainna attempted to kick him, but invain. Her feet were tied together.
Kainna mumbled some, but unable to speak she gave up. Was it really going to go this way... Unable to protect herself against this scum... The worgen forced kainna against the wall, tearing off pieces of her armour. The worgen grinned a sickening smile while slowly licking his lips. She glanced to her right and saw the other worgen doing the same with Samantha, only tearing of pieces of her dress, exposing her bare skin. Kainna glanced at the one infront of him again with a vile glare. The worgen, clearly focused on removing the last bit of clothes she had one was to bussy to even notice. Just as the worgen tore of her breastplate a sound was heard. The two worgens looked up and then at the door. They shrugged and slowly continue’d. Taking of the last bits of clothes before they would have their way with them.
This time a louder nose was heard, this time against the door to the basement they were in. The door slowly opened, and one person walked trough it. The worgens glanced at each other again and peered at the man. The man was covererd in guard armour, in his right hand a long sword and left hand a larger then usual shield. On his head a broom helmet. “Finally...” the man spoke who just entered. “I finally found you pieces of shit...” The worgen who was bussy with Samantha dropped her on the floor before cracking his claws. “You da-.” the man’s speach was interupted as the worgen dashed forward, aiming a quick swipe towards the man but with a quick side step Marijn slammed his shield with all his force in the mans face. The worgen fell against the fall, completely dazed. The worgen who had been bussy with Kainna dropped her aswell. “You dare to hurt my privates, my friends... To hurt my family...” Marijn was quiet for a moment before looking up. “I’ll make you pay for what you’ve done...” The worgen slowly walked closer to the man, his claws ready to strike. However just as he was going to charge the man charged. More ideal then the worgen could have planned! The worgen moved along with the charge and dug his claw deep into Marijn’s side. With a grin the worgen looked up. The man however, didn’t seem to care. The last bit of Marijn’s passive smile had dissapeared as he placed the sword against the worgens heart, before moving it with full force.
Marijn pulled his sword out the worgen as he slowly fell to his knee’s and then lifelessly collapsed before turning back to his human shape. He turned around and walked to the other worgen who had regained his sence. “Please... I’ll come with you to jail.” Marijn moved in and bashed his sword trough the worgens heart. The worgen grapped the sword in pain. “People like you, don’t deserve to live...” The worgen slowly turned back to his human form as Marijn pulled his sword out, wiped it clean on the man’s clothes before sheeting it. He walked over to kainna and untied her, pulling out the gag aswell, she quickly hugged him as a tear went down her cheek. “Thank you, sweetie... Thank you...” Marijn stroke her over her head and planted a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll never let them hurt you again...” He unclipped his cloak and handed it to her, she smiled shyly and took it. Mar turned around and walked over to Samantha, who had regained conciousnes, but was unable to speak duo her gag. Marijn kneeled down next to her and untied her. “Thank you... Marijn...” the man regained his smile and sent it her way. “For you, always.”
Tales of the Stormwind Regiment;
The dusty morning slowly faded away, and with a yawn the three guards slowly ended their patrol at the trusted Command Center. “Do we really have to walk these long route’s, Silverstom?” asked the female guard. The guard who had been walking infront glanced over his shoulder, a longlasting passive smile on his face. “Offcourse, it’s the only route that covers every corner in the city.” The middle guard had a diffrent looking helmet from the other two, instead of the normal pony-tail like decorative, this one had more of a blue broom on his helmet. On his chest displayed a shining badge with the text ‘Corporal Marijn Silverstorm’ engraved on it. Underneath the text another line that said ‘Infantry two-three-seven-six-five’. The rest of his armour seemed like the rest, except he wore a long blue with yellow cloak and also the shield and sword the man carried. A larger then usual shield with a blazing lions head engraved onto it. His sword hung from his belt, while others usually carry their swords within the designated hull on the shield, wich they carry on their back. His sword seemed like it had been taken care of properly, long and slim, a little longer then the average sword the privates wear. On the end of the hilt a hard crystal, thou most people deem it for the fancy look, the use however is quite brutal. The crystal is mostly used to knock people out cold with a hard backhand with the hilt. On his belt hung a grey bag with a red cross on it, commonly known to carry the regular first aid kit. Next to the bag a special fitting sewed to the belt. In the special fitting three syringe, all three filled with a certain liquid. A little more infront of the special fitting a clean one shot flintlock. On the other side of the belt hung two sets of handcuffs and a silver looking beltflask.
While the two guards contained most of the same equipements as the front guard the two were missing a flintlock, the special fitting and the sheeth for the sword. They just wore the sword in the sheeth of their shield that hung on their backs. The middle guard turned around infront of the entrace to their Command Center and the two behind him froze up. He glanced along the badges of the two, the woman’s name was Private Blaire Ivers and the man next to him was Private Maister Light. The middle guard that went my the name Marijn Silverstorm knew it already... But it was also more of a check-up. Did the privates clean their equipements and did they clean their badges... Or actually wear them. “You two are dismissed” Marijn said. The two moved their right hand towards their head and trew a quick salute to their superior. Marijn did the same back and turned around while the other two went the other way. With a shock Marijn discovered there was someone standing behind him. He realised after a few seconds that it was his wife, Kainna Darkbane. With a smile he greeted her. The woman had red hairs hanging in a pony tail. Here and there a few scars from past battles.
“Ohh... Heey there Kainna... I didn’t see you...” She smiled and moved up to him, giving him a gentle kiss upon the lips “Don’t worry about it... Anyway, Vancerdal wishes to speak to you... He’s waiting upstairs.” Marijn slowly perked an eyebrow. “Did he give a reason?” Kainna shrugged slightly. “Not to me anyway...” Marijn nodded slightly and shoved Kainna aside. “Well, i’’ll be right back then” Marijn said as he started to climb the stairs to the second floor. Once upstairs he trew a quick look around, the one that wanted to speak to him was the Major of the regiment. Samian Vancerdal, who was now sitting in a chair, piles with paperwork around him. Marijn walked to the table and sat down, his eyes quickly overlooking the work Samian was working on. The man looked up at, his face one tired grimace. “You oke Vancerdal?” Marijn asked. With a groan the major put aside some papers and nodded slightly unaware of what Marijn just asked. “Right, Silverstorm...” Samian wiped his face with his hands to wake up abit, but clearly not effective. The major continue’d “Silverstorm, could you head to the Cathedral for me, I had an appointment there, but I don’t think i’ll make it there... Could you take over?” Marijn slowly nodded “Sure, what is the appointment about?” Samian quickly started to dig trough some papers again and took out a map with multiple documents inside. “That is all you need to know... Now leave for me, I got work to do.” Marijn nodded slightly and slided of his chair. He thaught back of how much paperwork he had done as commander of the regiment back in the days... Piles and piles of them. With a smirk he started walking downstairs.
After reading the documents he trew a quick glance around the room for anyone to join him there but so far everyone was out patrolling, except a woman who was standing at the bookcase, sorting out some files. “Oi Silversong!” Marijn yelled and the woman turned around instanly. Her gear was alot diffrent then most, becouse she was one of the scouts. Blue leather greyish leather covered most of her body, and a regular blue tabard with a yellow lion head hung over it. On her shoulders blue spiked shoulderpads and on the straps hung a cape. It was the same one Marijn wore. On her back hung two blades, each it it’s own designated sheeth. On her chest she wore a same looking regiment badge with the text ‘Private Irene Silversong’ engraved into it. Blond hair hung from her head, till just about the shoulder. The woman alone shined of a sence of danger and unpleasentness... But Marijn had come to know the woman over the past few months since she joined the regiment. The normal unpleasentness faded away from the knowledge about the woman, she was infact a gentle soul, trained for killing non-the-less... The lessons from her past taught her to hide away all her emotions. But Marijn had seen past the layer of cover she had put up over the many years, she just wanted to be respected. “Come, let’s head out for a mission.” Irene frowned slightly “A mission sir?” Marijn nodded sternly and pointed at the map with documents inside. “Come, i’ll explain it underway.” Marijn started moving towards the door and Irene quickly jogged after him. Once outside she smelled the fresh air for a moment and walked after him. “So, sir... What are we going to do?” Marijn glanced over his shoulder with his passive smile covering his face. “Well, apperently there has been quite a reckus near the cathedral. We are to talk to one of the disciples about it.” Irene frowned “A reckus?” Marijn nodded slightly. “Yeah, about a worgen group or something, I guess the disciple’s will tell us more about it.” Marijn looked around on their way to the cathedral, they had just passed the bridge between the Trade District and the Cathedral Square.
The two guards strolled past the fountain in the center of the Cathedral Square and took there regular places next to the lanterns. So far there was no one to see from the disciples. Only some folks sitting around on the benches near the fountain, talking to each other. From time to time one of the folks sitting around turned around and glanced at either one of the guards. Marijn had gotten used to it. The constant glaring and staring at them, otherwise the hate towards the guards or a broom comment on his helmet. It did look like a broom... But it had it’s practicle uses no one knew. And no one ever bothered finding out. Or even ever suspected as much as a second use for the helmet. They just snicked in ignorance and joked how it could be used as a broom. If they only knew...
After about thirthy minutes waiting a man walked onto the Square, the man was poorly clothed and carried the sign of the disciples of light on his tabard. The blue background along with the three white stripes and at the end half a ball. Now that Marijn thaught about it, it was such a strange logo. The man seemed to be a little, nervous. He was holding a book in his left hand and his other hand rested alongside his body. Marijn exchanged a look with Irene, who was looking the other way and gestured with a nod towards the man. The two guards walked up to the man and he in turn seemed to be more nervous then a few seconds ago. “You must be here for the meeting, yes?” Marijn asked. The man slowly nodded and gestured to where he came from. “Would you mind joining me, it’s kind of crowded here.” Marijn shrugged slightly and nodded “Offcourse we will, lead the way.” Irene softly pulled Marijn’s cloak as the man started walking. Softly she whispered to him “Keep you’re eyes open, this might be a trap.” Marijn nodded slightly “I know...”
The two walked after the nervous man, untill they reached the back of the cathedral. Marijn peered around, his hand resting on the hilt of his weapon. There was no one around, not a single soul. “So, speak what you have to say sir... We are willing to help.” The man nodded slightly “Well, lately there have been a group of wor-” In mid sentence Marijn could feel a kick against his legs from the side, and suddenly noticed a male worgen standing next to him. What incredibly speed, and he didn’t even hear him comming. He felt a quick jab onto his side, even thou it was covered with armour the punch felt like an hammer smashing into him. He quickly glanced to the left and saw another two worgens, one hitting the back of Irene’s head as she fell forward, unconcious. This time Marijn felt the blow to the back of his head aswell, and he slowly fell forward on to the ground. His vision started to black out...
What a pain... What an immense pain... Offer someone help, and they turn against you... What a pain... Marijn slowly opened his eyes, glancing around. He was still laying at the spot he was knocked out. His head hurt badly, slowly he rubbed his head. He glanced up at the sun, and wondered what precisely happend. He glanced to the other side where Irene should lie however there was no one. He pushed himself up from his back and peered around again, not a single sign of her. He spotted a note that had been clipped to his tabard. With a pull he took it off and read it. The letter said the following: ‘Futile as it was to come with two, I took the girl from you. We now hold her till our demends are forfilled. These demends will be said to you once you visit us. We will wait for you to come alone and unarmed to a house, south of Darkshire. The longer you take, the worst the girl suffers. Bring someone along with you, and we kill the girl. We’ll be waiting.’ He placed the letter down and shook his head slightly. Slowly he stood back up and checked if he still had everything. Everything was still there. He glanced up at the sky once again and clenched his fists.
Later that same day, late in the afternoon Marijn walked in the deep forest of Duskwood. He had left his guard gear at the Command Center and just walked in his regular clothes. Becouse he spends most of his time on duty, it gave him a near naked feeling to walk towards the enemy without any weapons. In the distance he could see the house where they would meet up. He didn’t tell anyone about his reckless mission however. They would just try to come along and endanger Irene even more. After a few minutes of walking and thinking Marijn arrived at the small house. He knocked on the door. The door was pulled open from the inside, it was abit surprising. “You’ve come alone?” said the woman that opened the door. The woman had a scar running along her cheek towards her neck. Black hair covered her head till her ears. She wasn’t actuacly what Marijn had expected to see here, she was quite pretty. “I’ve come alone, just like you asked.” The woman smiled widely. “Come inside then.” Marijn stepped inside and the woman peered around outside before closing the door behind them. The home was surprisingly large from the inside, much larger then it looked from the outside anyway. In the corner along with two others sat Irene, she looked sad and in pain. As she looked up Marijn could see how weak she actually was.
“What did you do to her?” Marijn asked. The woman smirked proudly to herself. “We gave her a special threatment... Anyway, why don’t you sit down.” She pointed to a chair that was standing in the middle of the wooden room. The house wasn’t all to fancy. A wooden floor, some bookcases. A bed and a few chairs with a table. Marijn slowly sat down on the chair and the two man who were with Irene now joined the women infront of Marijn. After a while of staring the woman spoke “I will tell you our demands now... So listen closely.” Marijn peered at the weakend Irene and then back at the woman. “You see... We aren’t normal humans... We are infected with the Gilnean curse...” After her sentence the woman slowly transformed into a worgen. “However, we do not get threated the same way as normal human beings becouse of this. We want equal rights...” Marijn frowned and laughed a short unamused laugh. “This is what you want... Equal right?” The woman nodded. “You already have equal rights, like anyone in the city... Just becouse people threat you like crap doesn’t mean you don’t have equal rights... However, we can’t arrest everyone for making a snappy commenct against you’re race.” The worgen frowned slightly, not all to sure on what to say. Then one of the man behind her walked infront and spoke. “No matter... Then we just want gold... Lots of them, if you want this woman back alive...” The female worgen glanced at the man who just spoke and then nodded in agreement “Go get us gold guard... Otherwise we’ll kill her.” she added. Marijn sighed and stood up. The three criminals immdiatly drawing their weapons on the guard. Marijn glanced at the corner where Irene was sitting. “I’ll be back and free you Silversong...” Irene slowly glanced upwards. Her face looked like it had received quite the beating. “In the mean time while I go get you’re blood money... Touch her again, and don’t think you’ll get away alive.” Marijn turned around towards the door, opened it and slammed it close behind him. The three criminals smirked slightly to each other and then focused their attention to Irene... “Let’s have some fun with her...”
That same evening Marijn returned, this time an pouch with gold with him, this time his clean one shot flintlock packed in the back of his belt. Making sure no one saw it. He knocked on the door once again. He heard some sounds before the door flew open again and the female worgen stood before him. Blood spatters covered her fur. “Where is she?” Marijn asked. The worgen shrugged slightly. “No ide-” Marijn quickly grabbed her arm, pulled her downwards so her face would be abit lower then his and planted his gun against her cheek. Surprised she let out a groan and tried to step away but the fierce titangrip of Marijn woudn’t let go. “Where is she?!” Panic arrived in the eyes of the worgen as she saw how the non-caring man from earlier that day pushed his gun with a murdering instinct against her face. “I’ll ask you one last time... Where is she!?” The worgen finally snapped and started speaking, having a little difficulty becouse of the gun being pressed with force against her cheek. “We took her to our base... I swear!” Marijn slammed the womans head against the wall with brute force. She seemed quite dazed as she stumbled along with the fierce blow. “Where is you’re base?” The worgen cowered in fear, was this what all the guards are like? “I... We have a base in the abondoned shiphouse... At the docks in Stormwind...” Marijn nodded slightly. “Why did you take the woman there... Why didn’t you just accept the money?” The woman smiled slightly, but it was more a ironic laugh. “They thaught they could get more of the woman, before selling her back to you...” Marijn frowned “What do you mean, get more?” She actually laughed slightly this time. “What do you think I mean... They want pleasure...” Marijn frowned, he knew he was to late... “Why didn’t you stop them...” The woman now started to actually laugh louder. “Stop them from raping one of you’re worthlessly pathetic guards?” Marijn sighed and pulled her head away from the wall, only to bash it into the wall again, knocking the woman out cold. She turned back into a normal human, her clothes stretched. “Dont ever talk about my privates like that again, criminal scum...”
Back at the Command Center he dragged to woman inside. Multiple of the rookies who had night shift stared at Marijn. Wondering what the fell was going on. Some of them actually got ready to attack him, untill a guard walked down from the stairs. It was one of the corporals, Ilyanain. “Stand down privates” he said with his loud voice. “Silverstorm, what are you doing... Who is this?” Marijn panted slightly and got to breath before glancing up at Ilyanain. “This woman has attacked me and Silversong... They now keep her hostage... I managed to capture her...” Ilyanain nodded slightly. Ilyanain pointed at one of the privates, this one wore the scout gear. “What’s you’re name, private?” The girl trew a quick and clumsy salute. “My name is private Kia Linaris, sir!” Ilyanain nodded slightly again. “Linaris, get this woman locked up downstairs.” She quickly trew another salute towards Ilyanain and started dragging the woman downstairs. “Silverstorm, tell me all about what happend in a moment oke, just get on duty first.” Marijn nodded slightly as he started to make his way upstairs.
Marijn pulled his shoulderpads straight and adjusted the small leather straps. He shook his armour a little to see if everything was on alright and nodded slightly. He didn’t feel naked anymore with the heavy plate around him. He slowly placed his broomlike helmet over his head with his passive smile on his face. He marched downstairs where Ilyanain was waiting. “Let’s go Ilyanain... We need to hurry...” Togheter the two guards marched out the Command Center and moved their way to the docks. In the mean time Marijn explained everything that happend... And what the female worgen had said.
Once arrived at the abondoned building where they used to make ship parts the two guards exchanged looks. Not sure to what they’d find inside. They decided to take the back entrance. Ilyanain bashed the small door in with his plated shoulder before stumbeling inside. They glanced around and heard some sounds. Sounds of people talking. Marijn wondered if they hadn’t noticed the loud sounds of the door collapsing. But decided it woudn’t matter... As they walked in further they could see the two male worgens and a half nude, half covered Irene. The worgens looked around with a few groans and barks. Slowly Marijn drew his sword out it’s long sheeth and shoved the shield from his back. He glanced to his left and saw Ilyanain doing the same. He however took his sword from the sheeth on his shield. “Give you’reself in, now!” Marijn yelled. The worgens glanced at each other and laughed shortly. One of the worgens spreaded his claw and dashed forward towards the two guards but about halfway he dashed left, into the shadows. They peered back at where Irene was lying and noticed the other worgen was gone aswell. They could hear a few footsteps and they quickly turned around, only to discover that the two worgens had just fled the scene. “Ilyanain, go after them!” He quickly nodded and went outside. Marijn jogged towards Irene and fell to his knee’s on the side of her. They had been indeed to late... Irene was mostly naked, here and there hung abit of thorn clothes she wore. Mar quickly unclipped his cloak from his back and as he was lying it on her, he noticed large claw marks on her back, still bleeding. He turned her naked body around to her back and pulled his glove off, placing his bare hand on her wound. Marijn took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. A faint light apeared around his hands. “Don’t worry Irene... I’ll help you.”
A few minutes later Marijn wrapped Irene’s exposed body into his long cloak and lifted her in his arms. He walked to the exit and noticed Ilyanain walking back. “No luck?” Marijn asked. Ilyanain shook his head slightly. He gestured at Irene. “How is she?” Marijn looked down to the woman who was peacefully sleeping in his arms. “I hope she’s fine...”
The day after the awfull event Irene didn’t show up for duty... It was only normal for someone to be a little drawn back after what happend to her... Marijn would be more afraid if she did show up fine. It was already later in the afternoon again... And the regular guard buisness was going on. There had been a brawl outside the Pig and Whistle... There had been a mugging down at the cathedral... And a girl had her bag stolen at the Mage Quarters. But those were all side buisness... Now they had a bigger threat running loose... Who knew where they would come by next. “Silverstorm?” Marijn glanced around to see who just spoke to him and saw Cadaemus leaning on the banister upstairs. He was the Lance Corporal within the regiment. “What is it Cadaemus?” He rubbed the back of his head and frowned “Well... Have you seen private Linaris around? She was supposed to report to me about thirthy minutes ago...” Marijn shrugged slightly “Didn’t she go on patrol about two hours ago?” Cadaemus nodded slightly “Yeah, so she should be back already...” Marijn perked a brow and shrugged “I’m sure she’ll turn up.” Cadaemus sighed slightly “Most likely, but with what happend to Irene... I’m setting out a search party...” Marijn nodded slightly.
Marijn stared at the private that just came running in. He glanced past the badge ‘Private Dorian ‘ “Something wrong private?” The man looked up and panted shorlty, regaining his breath. “Sir, we found Kia Linaris!” Marijn perked his eyebrow again “So, where was she?” The private, not really clear what to say pointed outwards the door “Please, come along sir, i’ll show you the way!”
A few moments later Marijn arrived at the scene, he pushed some private out the way to see what was going on and it didn’t take to long before he knew what happend. On the floor layed an exposed Kia Linaris, one of the medics was bussy threating her. Marijn quickly overlooked the body and he knew enough. Claw marks on the arms, back and chest. A small puddle of dried blood underneath the girl. He walked over to the horrible scene and glanced down at the medic. “How is she Samantha?” Marijn asked. The medic glanced upwards, a deep frown on her face. “Well... Physicly, she’ll be fine... However I doubt she’ll be able to get over this attack easily...” Marijn nodded slightly and mumbled something under his breath. Another victim to those blood thirsty maniacs...
In the next following days multiple reports came in... All the same results. Three young women from the regiment, found exposed with claw markings all over their body. Bled untill they lost conciousness... And who knows what else happens to them while they were attacked, with common sence you can figure what kind of disgrace was carried out towards the poor women. A few days of aimlessly training to find the two responsible, another two women didn’t come back from a patrol... Samantha and Kainna. Marijn sat down in a chair, deeply in thaughts. Now even his wife is kidnapped... And there wasn’t a single thing he could do... except...
“Samantha?” The black haired women peered around her shoulder. “Ohh Kainna... Can I help you?” She shook her head. “I was just wondering if you wanted to join me on a patrol?” Samantha shrugged slightly “Sure I will, getting some fresh air is always nice.” She placed some papers back in the bookcase and turned around. “Shall we go then?” Samantha said with a gentle smile on her lips. The two of them walked out the Command Center. Slowly they marched from the Old Town trough the Trade District, then the Mage Quarter and then the Harbour. They walked down the many steps leading down the the harbour. “So, how is you’re kid, Simon?” Samantha asked. Kainna smiled “He’s growing up so fast... He can already walk.” Samantha smirked slightly “Good to hear, everything still going oke between you and Marijn?” Kainna turned her head slightly “Everything is fine, why?” Samantha shrugged slightly “Well, he doesn’t seem to want to use his real last name then you gave him when you married...” Kainna smirked “Ohh, that’s just to keep us seperated on duty, if we both have the same last name it can get kind of confusing.” Samantha smiled “Ahh, so that’s the reaso-. Before she could finnish her sentence she felt a shap pain in her leg and before they knew it Kainna was slammed against the ground with brute force. She quickly looked around, attempting to draw her weapon but she felt a large hand grab her around the wrist and before she knew it she was thrown quite a distance before slamming into a wall, before losing concious she could see the worgen lick his lips and behind him another worgen mercilessly hitting samantha with full force in the stomach.
Kainna slowly opened her eyes, it was dark around her. She attempted to move her arms but felt her arms were restrained against her back. She looked around and noticed Samantha laying next to her, her hands restrained behind her back aswell. She glanced around abit more, trying to locate where they were keeping her. It seemed to be like a basement of a house... Judging from the buildstyle, probably somewhere in the dwarven district. She suddenly noticed a rag in her mouth, making her unable to wake up Samantha. She struggled some against the rope that tied her feet and arms togheter, but invain. She peered up as she heard a door open, followed by two pairs of footsteps down the stairs and finally another door opening into the room they were lying. The two worgens walked into the room and closed the door behind them. The right one glanced at the left one. “Who do you want?” The left one shrugged slightly “I guess i’ll take the redhead.” the two slowly walked over to them. “This one is already awake.” The worgen grapped kainna by the cheek and lifted her slight. They had already taken her sword but left the plate on her. The other one grapped Samantha and smirked. He pulled her up and cut the ropes to her feet, redoing them so het feet we’re still tied toghether, just no stuck to her arms again. The worgen at Kainna started doing the same and Kainna attempted to kick him, but invain. Her feet were tied together.
Kainna mumbled some, but unable to speak she gave up. Was it really going to go this way... Unable to protect herself against this scum... The worgen forced kainna against the wall, tearing off pieces of her armour. The worgen grinned a sickening smile while slowly licking his lips. She glanced to her right and saw the other worgen doing the same with Samantha, only tearing of pieces of her dress, exposing her bare skin. Kainna glanced at the one infront of him again with a vile glare. The worgen, clearly focused on removing the last bit of clothes she had one was to bussy to even notice. Just as the worgen tore of her breastplate a sound was heard. The two worgens looked up and then at the door. They shrugged and slowly continue’d. Taking of the last bits of clothes before they would have their way with them.
This time a louder nose was heard, this time against the door to the basement they were in. The door slowly opened, and one person walked trough it. The worgens glanced at each other again and peered at the man. The man was covererd in guard armour, in his right hand a long sword and left hand a larger then usual shield. On his head a broom helmet. “Finally...” the man spoke who just entered. “I finally found you pieces of shit...” The worgen who was bussy with Samantha dropped her on the floor before cracking his claws. “You da-.” the man’s speach was interupted as the worgen dashed forward, aiming a quick swipe towards the man but with a quick side step Marijn slammed his shield with all his force in the mans face. The worgen fell against the fall, completely dazed. The worgen who had been bussy with Kainna dropped her aswell. “You dare to hurt my privates, my friends... To hurt my family...” Marijn was quiet for a moment before looking up. “I’ll make you pay for what you’ve done...” The worgen slowly walked closer to the man, his claws ready to strike. However just as he was going to charge the man charged. More ideal then the worgen could have planned! The worgen moved along with the charge and dug his claw deep into Marijn’s side. With a grin the worgen looked up. The man however, didn’t seem to care. The last bit of Marijn’s passive smile had dissapeared as he placed the sword against the worgens heart, before moving it with full force.
Marijn pulled his sword out the worgen as he slowly fell to his knee’s and then lifelessly collapsed before turning back to his human shape. He turned around and walked to the other worgen who had regained his sence. “Please... I’ll come with you to jail.” Marijn moved in and bashed his sword trough the worgens heart. The worgen grapped the sword in pain. “People like you, don’t deserve to live...” The worgen slowly turned back to his human form as Marijn pulled his sword out, wiped it clean on the man’s clothes before sheeting it. He walked over to kainna and untied her, pulling out the gag aswell, she quickly hugged him as a tear went down her cheek. “Thank you, sweetie... Thank you...” Marijn stroke her over her head and planted a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll never let them hurt you again...” He unclipped his cloak and handed it to her, she smiled shyly and took it. Mar turned around and walked over to Samantha, who had regained conciousnes, but was unable to speak duo her gag. Marijn kneeled down next to her and untied her. “Thank you... Marijn...” the man regained his smile and sent it her way. “For you, always.”
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