User:Toadem/Exodus of Sin

Part one
It was a typical day in the city of Dalaran, No foul weather threatened the sky, And the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread and freshly juiced wine teased at the nostrils of the cities inhabitants. Yes today was no different then any other day in this paradise called Dalaran. However the events that happened on this day that one would call normal were the catalyst to something on a much grander scale.

One normal member of the Kirin tor was just awakng to the glowing of the sun and the promise of another productive day. This young mages name was Katherine. She had lived in Dalaran for a very long time, as long as she could remember infact. Her birthplace was a farm in Westfall but this magical place was and always would be her true home.

After changing into her training robe Katherine moved quickly to the small landing platfrom at the edge of town. She was to meet a new mage not to much older then herself, her job was to escort this mage to his quaters and then later train him. This was Katherines first assignment and the high up's were assesing her this time.

She made it to the stairs after waving to a few local vendors and greeting the local fisherwomen as she did every morning. She strode up the stairs with ease and grace, She had to carry herself properly, She was not in the presence of Orcs after all. As she made it to the top of the stairs her eyes began to scan around the corner for this new mage she was to meet. She had been told he was showing signs of incredible technique and power and must be trained. The only other information given was his name, Matthew, and his appearence. Matthew was supposedly blonde with blue eyes.

So atleast Katherine knew what kind of guy se was looking for. An hour passed and she decided that it would not be to rude to sit on one of the benches to wait. Another hour passed and she was growing impatient, The morning was nearly over and this Matthew was said to arrive but two hours ago. Yet there had been no trace of him.

Just as Katherine went to contact her supeiriors a blob appeared on the horizen. Small, But growing quickly. It was moving fast. Katherine Ran over a few basic combat spells in her mind just incase it was the scourge or the blue dragonflight. But no as it grew bigger it was revealled to be a blonde haired young man riding on a Hippogryph. Katherine sighed with releif and gladness at the fact it was Matthew and he was finally arriving.

Instead of coming to a stop the Hippogryph came in close to the platform but did not put out its feet for a landing. Rather it hovered in the air and made a noise to signal it had carried its rider to the destination it was instructed to. Matthew threw a bag down first before he soon joined it, After landing on the ground and dusting himself off Matthew turned and waved to the majestic creature. It screeched again beofre flying away.

Matthew smiled as his families only mode of transport dissapeared from his sight, He would miss his old life but his new one could prove to be just as thrilling. He grabbed his bag from the ground and looked up and down the landing platform, He was said to meet an escort that would also be his trainer. After feeling a slight tap on the shoulder and turned to face his new teacher.

She was young, Younger then Matthew infact. She had long brown hair, And brown eyes to match. Matt stuck out his hand and smiled. "The names Matthew"

Part two
Brojin woke up to the sewers of dalarans underbelly. Immediatly the smell of stale bread and split wine filled his clogged up nostrils. Another day in the hell that they called the underbelly. Brojin was considered an 'Untouchable' by the Kirin tor. He was indeed the son of the great warlord Zenthralak Shadowspear, But all importance in that fact drained away when he did not live up to his recently deceased fathers name. Like his father he was a hunter, Although there not being much to 'Hunt' in the sewers you could always find a good decent fight with something. He even managed to tame a sewer crocidile as his pet wich Brojin named Boris. Together Brojin and Boris fought off giant rats, Thugs and sometimes giant flies.

Brojin rolled over and his hand touched the stream of water that ran from the wishing well. He peered into the purple water and saw his reflection, The man staring back had blue skin, Red hair and trimmed tusks, Brojin was a Troll. As he heard the roar of the town coming to life above ground and shook his head and got to his feet. With each new morning coins would liekly be tossed down the well. Little did most Dalaran citezens know was that the well was just another entry to the sewer, and that most of their money washed up near Brojins camping ground. These coins were his only source of income, they were the reason he and Boris did not starve.

As Brojin shook Boris awake he saw a glint of gold in the water, He rubbed his bleary eyes for a moment and double checked to see if he was dreaming. The gold object in the water was a gold coin. As quick as a snakes head darting to catch its prey Brojins hand shot out and grabbed the shiny peice of currency. He held it close to his face and a wide grin appeared on his face. "We be havin' a feast tonight Boris" said Brojin adding a small laugh to the end of his sentence. He usually only found copper coins that rich mages threw away because their pockets were to full of gold. But today was different, today he would exit the sewer and find some proper food.

"Mind da fort fer me boris" Brojin said as he pocketed the peice of gold. Boris gave a roar in protest and nudged his owner as if tring to get him to stay. Brojin laughed and said "Trust me, You will be being happy that I left when I be returning with food" Boris roared again as his owner stepped away and dissapeared into the underbelly's smog.

Brojin waded through the skum and muck to the nearest entry to the city. It was the wishing well that this piece of gold had come from. He made it there just as three copper pieces fell into the purple coloured water. Brojin managed to scoop up two of the three pieces before they were washed away. He looked up and saw the sky above dalaran, now the distant roar of the cities people was a thundering racket that was hard to tune out. Brojin needed the quiet to think things over.

It was now time for the hardest part of his journey to buy food, Social interaction. Brojin climbed up the wall and pushed himself up and out of the well. He was greeted by two young human girls's screams just as they were dropping in some copper Maljin bent back and grabbed the copper and handed it back to the young ladies. "Dont be tossing yer riches down der, It just ends up in da hands of thugs like me" The girls gave a short humph and did the exact opposite of what Brojin told them to do. They tossed there copper into the well. Brojin sighed and said "I wont be complaining anymore, Ya just bought me tommorows food" After that he gave a humanish bow. The two young women gave a disgusted look and walked away.

Brojin sighed again, he just wished people would take the time to get to know him beforethe judged. But in his time people were quick to judge, assume and even spread rumours based on no solid facts. abarojin stpped down from the well and was greeted by the cold stares of the city folk. They even had the nerve to talk about what they knew about him to their friends. One rumour in particular was that Brojin had escaped from the violet hold and know was residing in the sewers. Brojin hated the arrogence of the modern world, he just wished that people could just once see things through his eyes.

Brojin was now approaching the butcher, He was to buy two flanks of stag meat. He entered the shop with the jingling of a bell to announce his arrival. The owner of the shop had his back turned to the door and was wiping the blood from a cleaver. "Ah good citezen what mite i-" the buthcher cut himself short when he turned to face Brojin. His kind face turned to an angry one He frowned hard and pointed to the door. "Out I dont serve your kind here murderer!" Brojin looked behind him but it was obvious who he was talking to. "I havent murdered anyone sir" said Brojin. "Your a theif a lier and a murderer and i will not serve you!"

Brojin wanted to knock the shopkeeper out but he knew it would do no good for his reputation. He wnt to turn but a young blood elf womenwas entering so Brojin held the door open. She smiled to Brojin a moment and proceeded to talk to the shopkeeper. "Whats all the racket about?" she asked in a polite and well manered tone. The butcher raised his arm and hled his cleaver up to point at Brojin. :This murderer wants to buy meat and i wont serve his kind here. There are no goods in my store for criminals like him"

The blood efl nodded and turned to the 'criminal' and said "What of you? Your side of the story if you will?" Brojin nodded and did as instructed. "I live in da sewers and me be finding a gold coin in da water. I bin hungry fer days now so i be wanting to buy some meat, This man be beleiving the hokey facts about me and refuses to trade coin fer meat"