Of Family and Loyalty ((Story))

85 Worgen Warrior
1700
He waved goodbye to her, smiling his facade smile. "Catch ya later, Kat. Try not to get into too much trouble with locals while I'm gone, alright?" Narnicka stood from his chair at the Blue Recluse in Stormwind. With a smile and a wave from his friend, Narnick turned from her, leaving the tavern. He stepped out into that late evening, and looked out at the Stormwind sky, feeling a sense of closing. It felt like an important part of his life was going to end soon, but he shook his head. "Get ahold of yourself... You'll see her again." He said quietly to himself. He realized, as he watch the sky, that he'd be late if he didn't report in. His departure to Alterac Valley was soon. He untethered his horse, and climbed on, hastily making or the checkpoint at which the lastest wave of reinforcements would meet before being teleported into battle via an Alliance mage. As he arrived at the checkpoint, which was a barracks just outside Stormwind, he saw nobody he really knew. He sighed, seating himself on a giant glaive thrower vehicle right outside the barrack's front door.

"Oh, there'll be glory, alright! The Horde hasn't won yet, and we won't let them, will we men!?" A man in knight's colors asked a few men around him. Of course he got a resounding "No!" from the men, but this was not why Narnicka now made his way toward battle. He bowed his head, trying to rest a bit before the battle, but only remembered the brothers he once loved, but would now fight. He remembered his roots in Durotar, and the reason he now ventured to that God-forsaken place of blood and snow...

"Ha ha! Humans will never be strong as us orcs!" A young orc boy in Durotar taunted, waving a wooden sword in front of Narnicka. At the time, Narnicka had been just a youngling in Durotar, found and raised by an old orc shaman who believed all life to be sacred. "Give it back, Merrick!" Narnicka yelled, trying to pull his sword away from the orc, but Narnick had been quite the scrawny human as a lad. Merrick, the one keeping Narnicka's sword captive grinned down at the human. Narnicka began to think of giving up. He couldn't win. But, as always, Cyrus had come to his aid. A larger orc boy thundered into Merrick, knocking him flat on the ground, and picking up the dropped sword. "Get lost, Merrick. You're not the biggest one here anymore!" He yelled at Merrick, and looked at Narnicka, handing him the sword. "You ok, Narn?" He asked coolly. Narnicka nodded, taking the sword. "Thanks.... Cyrus." Cyrus helped Narnicka onto his feet with a smile. "Don't listen to them, Narn." Cyrus said as the other orc boy ran off. "Humans can be tough, too! Ever hear of Lo'Gosh?" He smiled, slapping Narnicka on the back, but Narnicka remained quiet. Cyrus smiled. "Cmon. Pop probably has more to teach us about water. Gormik and Remus are already there." Narnicka nodded, and both ran off to join their other two brothers under their father's teachings.

"You there, soldier." A voice broke Narnicka's rest and time remembering his family. A knight stood before him, and looked expectantly down at him. Narnicka stood up. "Yes sir?" He asked. The knight pointed over at the front door to the garrison, where a priest was standing before a few kneeling men. "Last rites and blessings goin on, if you wish to join." The knight walked off towards the garrison, but walked past the priest. Narnicka shook his head. He needed no last rites and blessings. He needed only his will. Only his loyalty. Those would see him through this. He had those he wished to protect.
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Also, those he must fight...

Narnicka stood at the docks, his few possesions in a bag beside him. "Cyrus, you know I need to answer for what I have done to father. Sending me over to live with the Alliance only stalls the inevitable." Narnicka said, looking at his orc brother standing strong in front of him. Cyrus shook his head, looking at him. "No matter what you do, Narn, you'll never do anything to make me your enemy. Even killing father isn't enough. You'll be my brother even through the grave." He placed a fist to his chest. "Aka'Magosh, brother." Cyrus said, turning his back to Narnicka and walking from the dock. Narnicka thought on that phrase. Even after the terrible thing he'd done, his brother sent him off with a blessing. "Very well, Cyrus. I'll make this up to you.. somehow. I'll do it." He turned, boarding the boat to take him to this human land.

Narnicka was startled as he saw that the last rites and blessings had finished, and armor was being distributed. He walked over to the small tent that had been pitched with boxes and chests full of armor. "It appears we have had a surplus of armor. Seems our dwarven friends in Ironforge have been looking out for us after all, huh?" The knight from before said loudly. Narnicka reached into the chests, looking at the armor of an Alliance warrior. Being as his own armor has self-made and of gifts, the need arose for an upgrade. Narnicka received his own set of armor, and replaced his own with it. The other soldiers did as well, trying to get comfortable in their new battle-wear. Narnicka was now fully dressed as an Alliance warrior would, and shook his head, wondering what Cyrus would think. He would know soon enough.Another soldier walked up to Narnicka, and smiled a bit. "I see you haven't made many friends amongst the ranks. What brings you here? Name's Briggs by the way." He extended a hand to Narnicka. Narnicka sighed, shaking his hand. "My name's Narnicka, but most just call me Narn. And, it's a bit complicated, but my brothers are going to be on that battlefield." Briggs was a bit surprised. "Well... where are they, boy?" Narnicka shook his head. "They are warriors of the Horde, trying to prove their worth to fulfill their life-long dream. To join the Kor'Kron Elite Guard." The color in Brigg's face was gone. "Yer... gonna fight your brothers? But why?" Narnicka smiled shaking his head. "Garrosh has a test for them to prove their loyalty to the Horde. They must cleanse the human taint from their family by killing me." Narnicka had told this story a couple times now and seemed less affected by it. "I will not dishonor them by running. I will face them in Alterac Valley." Briggs was quiet, but finally shouted. "Yer crazy! You against three orcs? At least bring backup! I'd gladly-" Narnick cut him off. "That won't be needed. This is a family matter. Before you say it has no place on the battlefield, one of them has become an Elite Kor'Kron. Consider it a chance to bring him down."

With that, Narnicka turned, walking toward a gathering of soldiers. A portal had just been created, and the knight from earlier yelled. "Let's go, men!" The Alliance forces poured into the portal, and Narnicka sighed before he himself stepped through it....
Edited by Narnicka on 12/7/2010 2:53 PM PST
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What he arrived to was nothing short of terrifying. There were no lines to be drawn and no order here. Horde and Alliance forces were slaughtering each other en masse and in small to large groups. Alliance and Hordeforces alike lay yelling out as they lie wounded and dying. "This isn't your area, Narn.... keep it together. Find Cyrus and the others." Narnick said to himself.

He took a horse from the stable next to the Stormpike fortress and rode as hard as a could, getting past most of the Horde forces without trouble. Most were involved with skirmishes and could not take the time to dismount a passing warrior. Narnicka made for the Field of Strife where Cyrus, Gormik, and Remus would be waiting for him. Horde forces became less common to see as he traveled. They had already decimated this area. Cyrus saw three lone orcs standing in the field, and knew it was them. He tied his horse to a tree and walked down the battlefield toward the three. He had hoped to talk to them first, it having been about a year since he actually left Durotar. Only one wore plate armor, so that had to be Cyrus. He had trained to be a warrior, as Narnicka had. Gormik had a felguard behind him, obviously showing to be a warlock, and Remus was wearing light leather armor. He was probably versed in subtelty. He'd always been caught stealing as a kid...

The moment Cyrus saw him, Narnicka realized there would be no cheerful reunion this day. Cyrus shouted to the sky, "Lok'Tar Ogar!" and tore across the field with blazing speed. Narnick was caught off guard, and barely managed to draw his own weapon, a two handed sword given to most Alliance forces. "Cyrus, this doesn't have to be-" Cyrus cut him off. "Shut up!" Cyrus turned his own two handed axe over Narnicka's two handed sword. Cyrus pushed down, pinning both weapons to the ground and back-fisted Narnicka across the face. Narnicka stumbled back, his weapon having been released from Cyrus's pin. "What the..?" Narnicka said as he regained his footing. Remus and Gormik didn't appear to have moved. Had they decided not to get involved? Was Cyrus the only of the three that had taken Garrosh up on his test?

Cyrus followed up with a low swing with his axe that actually cut into the snow. Narnicka turned his sword blade down, and braced himself. He caught the full force of the attack, and even parried it away. But as he parried, he felt a sickening shift in his shoulder followed by a terrible pain. His shoulder was dislocated. He kicked Cyrus in the chest, and buried the handle of his sword into Cyrus's neck. Cyrus gave a small grunt of pain, and quickly countered with an overhead swing. Narnicka caught it with his own sword, redirecting the swing to the ground instead of trying to stop it. Narnicka looked at Cyrus's eyes. "What happened to being brothers!?" He shouted. Cyrus lifted his weapon with enough force to break the weapon pin. "Father died!" Cyrus shouted, and swung again. Narnicka duckedand the swing missed him entirely. That would've taken his head off. It appeared the only way to get through to Cyrus was to give him what he wanted. A fight.

Narnicka swung with his full force at Cyrus, slamming his blade into the blade of the axe with one hand. A shower of sparks erupted from their weapons, but Narnicka refused to stop. He rushed in, shoulder-blocking Cyrus in the chest with his good shoulder. Cyrus's weapon was at a down angle for only a moment, and Narnicka saw his chance. He dipped his blade below the handle of Cyrus's axe and lifted up, tossing the axe away and disarming Cyrus. Narnicka swung the blade down, and rested it between Cyrus's neck and shoulderguard. "This is NOT how it will end, Cyrus. Yield!" Cyrus stared defiantly into Narnicka's eyes. "You wish." He said. Narnicka yelled. "Then you're a fool! Who is it you are loyal to!? Family or the Horde!?" Cyrus's head bent down, and he shuddered. "The Horde is all there is, Narn.. You know it's my dream. It's what I've always wanted."
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Cyrus knew he had been defeated, and sighed. "Finish this, Narn." Cyrus was so ashamed, but Narnicka just chuckled. "Humans are just as strong as orcs. You told me that. Don't be ashamed." Narnicka lowered his weapon, letting the end of the blade rest in the snow. Cyrus looked at him. "You know that I... I can't face the Warchief if I fail!" Narnicka looked at Cyrus with a shake of his head and raised his good arm up to his own shoulder, forcing it back into place with a twing of pain. It was terrible, but he would not show his weakness to Cyrus. Narnicka thought for a moment, as if to speak, but a shot rang out, coming from the muzzle of a rifle. He felt a searing pain in his bad arm, where the bullet had cut deep, but it had only cut open his skin. He was bleeding badly. "Ah.." Narnicka knelt down to make himself a smaller target, covering the wound. It had caught him right between his plate gauntlet and his armguard. "Who the hell?" The second shot did more, hitting Narnicka right next to his collar bone. Narnicka was knocked right over, bleeding badly onto the snow.

Cyrus, Remus, and Gromik all looked around, but finally Cyrus saw where the shot had come from. A chuckling Merrick sat up on the field's edge, having hit his mark. He sprinted down the field, looking to see if his shots had been fatal, but Cyrus met him halfway there. "Hey there, Cyrus! I got him! That human's a gone-" Cyrus raised his recovered axe, and buried it into Merrick's shoulder. Merrick knew it had been Narnicka he shot. Merrick fell to his knees, barely alive and with the axe still deep in his chest, having cut down through his shoulder. "You would... betray the Warchief... Cyrus?" Merrick asked through a very weakened voice. Cyus scowled, and ripped the axe out sideway, tearing Merrick's shoulder and head right off. "If it meant getting to kill a cowardly slug like you? Any day."
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Narnicka lay bleeding on the snow, feeling a strange numbness cloud his thoughts. "Terrible timing..." He muttered. Cyrus returned, and knelt over his brother. "Narn.... forgive me..." Cyrus bowed his head. "I have been so foolish..." Narnicka grinned, blood covering his neck and arm. "Well.. you'll get into the Kor'Kron... brother." Cyrus clenched his fists. "I didn't want it to be this way, Narn. Why did you come? Why didn't you run?..." Narnicka reached up with his good arm, smacking Cyrus in the side of the head. "You don't remember much do you? You said it. I said I'd make it up to you." Narnicka felt the blood loss take effect, and he passed out right there, his sword still clutched in his right hand.

It felt like sleep. Like it had only been an instant, but Narnicka awoke, laying in an Alliance barracks. "What... happenned?" He asked coarsely, placing a hand on his head. He was dizzy. A young night elf walked up to him, and shook her head. "We're not sure. Scouts reported that an Alliance soldier had been found badly wounded right next to the Stormpike fortress. What happenned to you?" Narnicka sat up, feeling a twing of pain, but ignored it. "I'm.... not sure..." He thought for a moment, and after the night elf left, he chuckled. "Guess Remus has finally mastered the art of NOT getting caught..." He smiled at the thought.

"Wonder how he's gonna explain this... Oh well. Garrosh doesn't seem like he can spare the personel. Hope Cyrus is alright." He said. After a few moments, he sighed. "Well, at least I get to see the others again. Probably worried Kat sick." He smiled, struggling to his feet. He still felt like he'd been hit by a runaway khodo. He walked outside, the sun being a little much for his eyes at first. The Stormpike keep was still intact. The Alliance had not lost. Narnicka breathed a sigh of relief, looking over toward a small tent with a mage beside it. The mage waved, and smiled. "Glad to see you're up. Anywhere in particular you want me to send ya?" Narnicka didn't need to think on this one.

With a smile, he said. "Yea. Send me to the Mage Quarter in Stormwind. Got someone I wanna surprise."
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This was my first written-out story, but I just recently remembered that the WoW forums had been deleted. Lay some feedback if you wish about the story! Hope you enjoyed it!
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