Post by Skreeran
“Down! Now—” Valeera yelled, tackling Varian to remove him from the beast’s path. She winced with pain as the assassin caught her shoulder with her blade. Behind her swooped in dozens more of her comrades.
“Guard Anduin!” Varian ordered, picking himself up off the ground.
“With my life,” Valeera swore. “Who are these assassins?”
“Hmmmph…” Varian grunted grimly, looking at the orc riding the leonine wyvern, staggering hatred clear on his face, though he said nothing more.
Thrall and Rehgar immediately sprung into action, unleashing the power of the elements on their attackers, while Garrosh caught a dwarf off of a large bat, killing it quickly with his bare hands and arming himself with his foe’s weapon, a massive axe, crude, but a weapon nonetheless.
“Human treachery!” Garrosh yelled, kicking the body of the human he had just felled.
“Have you no eyes, Garrosh? There are plenty of Tauren, Orcs, and Trolls!” Valeera retorted.
“Hired by the human king to bring death to out own!” Garrosh snarled, striking another human. “Just as the elder Proudmoore attacked our Warchief under the guise of peace, so too does this king! They are all the same!” he snarled as he ripped a gnome from its flying machine.
“Just as I anticipated…
” Garrosh thought as he hacked clean through an oncoming wyvern and quickly dispatched its rider. “Bah… Let them come. Perhaps now the Warchief will see…
” he thought with a grunt. He smiled slightly as a human rushed at him from the left. He quickly caught up a large hammer in his off-hand and struck the attacked across the face with it, grinning as the human sailed backward through the air. “Die, scum!” he added, turning his attention to a nearby troll, who he happily bashed with the backswing.
Suddenly, the battle was over. The assassins were retreating. All except for one.
“It makes no sense, Varian…” Valeera was saying. “Why would the undead witch abandon the assassin but take her son?”
“No matter,” Garrosh chuckled, hefting his axe up and moving towards the female orc. “The assassin will not live for long…”
Suddenly, he found himself stuck in place, frozen in his tracks by an icy spell.
“Stay your hand!” Jaina Proudmoore cried. “The attack is over! The enemy is vanquished! And I am still the ruler of Theramore!” she paused, aggressively pulling her hair out of her eyes. “Garona is my
prisoner. Guards, take her to the dungeon and prepare her for questioning!”
“A wise move,” Varian nodded. “Garrosh means to dispatch the b*tch before she implicates his master! Clearly the orcs are in league with my father’s murderer!”
Garrosh snapped his head in the human king’s direction. How dare he?
To not only hire these assassins to kill him and his Warchief, but then to suggest that it was the orcs doing? “For that offense, human, you will die!” he snarled, charging at the king.
Thrall was quick to intervene.
“You forget yourself, Garrosh!” he growled. “Despite this carnage--and the insult given to our people--there is still a truce! Lower your weapon,” he demanded. “Now.”
Garrosh growled angrily and shot the human king a bitter glance, but obliged.
“Battle rage is still on you and the others,” he nodded. “None of you are thinking clearly,” he added, turning to Varian. “We, too, were attacked!”
“The prisoner is the orc assassin Garona,” Varian spat, “who murdered my father. I claim her for public execution at Stormwind.”
“I suppose we all look alive to you!” Thrall growled angrily. “Perhaps I was wrong to expect better
from a human. Look again, and pay attention this time. The female is but a half-orc at best--”
“Full or half, and is orc an orc,” Varian sneered. “None of your blood can be trusted.”
“Back off, both of you!” Jaina demanded. “Whatever her birth, for some unknown reason, Garona has been ensorcelled and abandoned here!” she paused. “Until we know the reasons, she is my prisoner and will remain here at Theramore!”
“The guilt of you humans is obvious!” Garrosh retorted. “You protect the prisoner! You lured Thrall in a situation where he’s unarmed and threatened!” he paused, turning to Thrall. “Stormwind is behind this… with Theramore as their ally!”
“Had I planned this attack,” Varian chuckled grimly, “you orcs would be lying dead on the parapets,” he grimaced. “I’ll question her myself. Before I leave for Stormwind, I will get to the bottom of this.”
Garrosh snarled as the king walked away, but turned back to Thrall. “I told you,” he grunted angrily, before returning back toward the zeppelin. Thrall sighed and shook his head.
Garrosh waited aboard the zeppelin, and soon they were departing once more.
“As I have said, Thrall,” Garrosh grunted. “You cannot trust the humans. They are weak, and cowardly, and will not hesitate to resort to dishonorable methods to get what they want.”
“You’re wrong, Garrosh,” Thrall sighed. “I do not know how to make you see it, but not all humans are that way. I have known humans with the strength and honor of ten orcs, and I have known humans as low and scum-like as the most detestable warlock. They cannot be generalized as you do.”
Garrosh shook his head in sad frustration. “There may be the rare human that we can trust,” he paused. “The truly exceptional few… but as a whole, we cannot trust them. It will only hurt our people. They understand only force from us, and so that is what we must use to protect ourselves.”
Thrall sighed and looked out over the water.
“He doesn’t understand,
” thought Garrosh. “His judgment is clouded by his human indoctrination.
He looked down at his palms. He knew. He knew what needed to be done. Just as his father had known.