He looked to his arm seeing the blood run down slowly. A weak growl escapes his lips as he walks further into the barn and finds a scythe used to harvest. Though not a true weapon, better to flee with something to swing with. “That damned monster, what was it? It wasn’t one of the horde… was it… a damn-” he paused as he was cut off by a howl and ducked away into a stable. Panting heavily he looks to his light tan skin and sighs, “I must return to Stormwind City and warn the king at once.”
He touches his fleshy face and nods, “Doesn’t seem I got roughed up too bad, but the pain is there.” The human walks out looking carefully to each side, “It’s gone for now… I should move quickly while it’s dark, maybe it won’t see me.” Step by step he creeps out of the farm and reaches the fence of the pumpkin patch seeing a clearing.
“Okay, it’s a long run, but perhaps I can make it to Dalaran Crater by morning and be out of this dreadful place,” the human muttered to himself. He attempted to hop over the fence, but his foot was hooked into the top rail and fell over on his back groaning, “Losing blood fast… this isn’t good.” He kept the scythe gripped tight and stood up as he crouched running at a slow pace to keep from falling over again with his body in the weak state.
Reaching the ruins of a tower he ducked inside and panted heavily, pressing himself against the archway, slowly sliding down until he sat back with his head against it as well. He looked up to the destroyed roof to see the moon and stars out clearly, but vision hazed by blood loss he only groaned. “Shame I can’t enjoy this, always too many lights in Stormwind to actually take this in.” A soft sigh escaped his lips as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a locket, opening it to see the image of a beautiful female human, dark brown locks of hair curled against her cheeks and resting upon her shoulders. “I’ll come back someday Laura, it will just be a bit longer than planned.”
He slowly dozed and was resting with a smile on his face. A growl echoed in the tower as red eyes glowed in the shadows, scaling down the wall slowly. Drool dripped down onto his head as he looked up to see the creature leap down at him as he let out a cry. An arrow pierced the creature’s shoulder as it let out a loud yelp, when it hit the ground. A male human approached him and looked to the creature, “Worgens…”
“Worgens… wait… Hector is that you?” he asked as he slowly rose off the ground looking to the creature on the ground. “Aye Richard, I thought you were slain when we were separated. I’m glad to see my favorite mage is alive, though you don’t look well.” Richard nodded and looked to his hands again, “I’ve been far too exhausted to conjure any kind of spell. I’m nearly at my end.”
Hector laughed and helped him up, looking to his wolf pet, “If it weren’t for Edge here finding you and that worgen, you would be at an end. Let’s get moving.” The worgen growled and quickly leaped up out of the tower and fled. The two humans looked to each other and nodded, moving south into the Silverpine Forest. Silent the whole way, perhaps there was something one was hiding, or perhaps they were making sure to keep the silence to hear for more attacks. Either way they did not question one another, though the circumstances had caused them both to become paranoid.
Finding a run down house, they entered, the hunter’s companion followed in close behind and laid by the door watching for any intrusions. The two males sat down on the stairs at the back letting a sigh out. “Hector, normally you’re a bit more chatty, what’s happened?” Hector looked to his bow and shook his head, “Everyone’s dead… even Jillian.” “Your wife… was slain? That’s why she’s not with you… I thought she had just gotten separated as well.”
A laugh echoed through the house as a worgen approached them from behind, “Quite literally separated. And split between my pack and I.” Richard looked to the worgen curiously and shook his head, “You can speak? That doesn’t make sense..”
Hector took his bow readying an arrow, “Because he was once human, weren’t you Jorge?!” Firing the arrow Hector roared but the arrow was caught, “You could never hit me, the only rogue able to avoid your tactics.” The worgen disappeared and in an instant stabbed the arrow through Hector’s back. Richard stared in fear as his eyes widened and backed away. Edge ran up to Jorge and jumped happily at him, “Man’s best friend? Worgen’s best friend fits it now don’t you think Richard?”
“How come you don’t kill me?” Richard questioned. “You’ll see in time my old friend. Do not return home. Head south, and quickly before the Forsaken reach you. There are some down there, surely you can handle them. Take Hector’s supplies, you’ll need them to recover or you’ll bleed to death. Come Edge, to our new home.”
Jorge left as Richard looked to the supply bag. He found numerous rolls of bandages and wrapped up his wounds. Upon further inspection he found potion injectors and groaned, “It’ll hurt but I won’t die.” He used the injector with a growl and shivered a bit, “I need something to drink, come on you’re an alcoholic even that’ll do.” He looked into the bag and saw a picture of morning glory dew, “Cheap… but it’ll do.” He slowly drank up and let out a content sigh upon finishing. He rose a hand up with a smile and began to conjure some food and water for himself putting it in the supply bag. “Okay, I should be good to move and good to get down south like he said… but all that’s there is the Gilneas Wall.”
Richard sighed and left the house looking to the road. He walked back to the stone path and continued south. Nothing except a few stray creatures ignoring his presence seemed to be near the road. The mage’s eyes were burning red now, his hands burning with flames. The satchel rested across his shoulder to waist, strapped to his back. His eyes saw the Forsaken town to the west and shook his head, “This land must have been beautiful once before. No matter though, what’s lost is lost, we have a new foundation, and we will build on that. To Gilneas Wall.”
He marched on without a second thought, only thinking about what Jorge had told him. “Why did you kill Hector, what did he do? Maybe it was just something unavoidable. Who knows, but Jorge has never done anything without reason.” As he reached the south he saw Gilneas Wall, not closed, but split open, and Forsaken war machines. “Guess this is where my talents come to use.”
As he was ready to march into combat he fell to his knees growling. A dark light emit from him as his arms became longer, and covered in fur. His maw grew and mane filled his bald head. His body began to stand as he looked down to his body to see him completely transformed into a large worgen. Heavy breaths escaped his maw, his fangs dripping with drool. He looked ahead to see the Forsaken begin their march into Gilneas.
Richard arched back with eyes staring to the full moon, letting out a long howl. Looking to his wounds he removed the bandages to see them completely healed by his first transformation. “This is why Jorge… the enemy of our enemy is our ally. The Forsaken are the enemies of the Alliance, and the Forsaken are the enemies of worgens. My king please see this in the near future.”
He leaned over and crouched on all fours, as he dashed into the war machines with flames trailing behind himself. He leapt onto the first catapult and raised a paw basking in flames before slamming his paw through it. Looking over his shoulder his fist basked in flames and fired a boulder of flames blowing up a canon. He spotted Lady Sylvanas who had fired an arrow that just hardly missed him. Growling he leapt over her and her army charging for Gilneas. Shot after shot continued to miss him as he sprinted through the army, taking out as many as he could with his blazing trail. He jumped high up and landed atop a house. Jumping from roof to roof he finally reached the top of a tower.
Flames overcame each fist as frost began emitting from his body. A purple glow of arcane energy emitted from him as an aura as he howled before releasing a barrage of molten boulders at the small army trying to approach the tower, “I AM WORGEN! THE CATACLYSM HAS ONLY MADE US STRONGER! WHAT HASN’T SLAIN ME, HAS ONLY MADE ME STRONGER TO FIGHT. COME FILTH, FEEL THE MIGHT OF RICHARD!”