Murlocslayer

Near the temple of Elune, the only place on the whole of the Teldrassil the world tree which was made out of stone, the dwarves of Khaz Modan were allowed sanctuary by the Kaldorei by leave of High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind.

This dwarven sector was home to mostly the Explorer's league, dwarven explorers who traveled around Azeroth to find clues about their Titan heritage. The reason why they settled here was because of the stone foundation the temple provided, for dwarves preferred to live on those.

The dwarves lived in cells along the temple grounds, among them a dwarven mercenary.

His room was small but it suited his needs. He had a library of Kaldorei, human and of course dwarven books. Weapons he had forged hung, a fully repaired Kaldorei cuirass laid on the table on the wall as did a painting depicting a scene of a battle between the Horde and the Alliance, Orcs and trolls on one side and humans, dwarves and elves to the right. Not that Hadhod cared to look at that now.

The blonde haired dwarven woman's hair cascaded as she rode on her lover. Her breasts heaved in the air with each thud as she cried out to her ancestors.

"Oh aye, fuck, aye!" she cried. Her lover below her, the afore-mentioned mercenary, jousted inside her mercilessly. He hadn't had a woman in a while, Kaldorei were to skinny for his liking and humans were few and far between, so when one of the Explorer's Guild showed an intrest into seeing his library, he took the chance...along with her clothes.

Hadhod sat up straight and suckled on her teats, eliciting another groan from the woman. His beard tickled her breasts which made her giggle but when he began to nipple was when the pleasure took root once more.

"Oh yes..." she gasped and moaned. He let go of her nipple with a wet pop before their tongues met in a hungry kiss. His cock was deep inside her, ready to explode. Thankfully so was she. He broke the kiss and laid back down before he pumped inside her with the same speed and ferocity of a steam tank.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah,ah!" she cried." Hadhooood...i'm going...!"

"Aye, me to!" He grunted and already gave it all in his last thrust as his filled her with his essence.

The dwarven woman on top of him cried with joy before she rolled off him, her cheeks flustered with effort. She caught her breath, a smile on her face.

"By the Titans Hadhod...that was good." She said.

"Oh aye, it was..." Hadhod replied with a laugh, letting the dwarf woman rest her head on his chest, her pigtails tickling his nose ever so slightly." Been a while I have to admit. Ta for that Hollee."

"Oh,really?" She turned around, smirking at her lover mischievously." Who was the last lucky lass you bedded?"

"A Scarlet Crusader." Hadgar admitted. He reached for his pipe by his nightstand and lit it." They're all about the Holy Light and cleansing the world of evil, but they love a good rutting like anyone else."

Hollee was stunned." You...slept with a Scarlet Crusader?" she asked again to confirm.

"Aye, I did. Not the first time shagged one either." He took his pipe which lay on his nightstand, match and herb already in place. He took a puff. As he exhaled the sweet, gray smoke Hollee took the pipe and had a pull herself before she blew the smoke at his face, grinning." Go on tell the story..."

Hadgar chuckled as he strayed her hair.

"Not much to tell there...but I can tell you what happened AFTER."

Hollee's eyes went wide." Oh, do tell."

He cleared his throat." I call this tale...Murlocslayer."

"Bit of a shite title, love."

"Shut it woman and let me tell my story."

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Four years ago...

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The sun was shining brightly over the town of Hillsbrad Foothills, one of the few remaining villages that belonged to the fallen kingdom of Lordearon. The sky was as blue as clear water and a few clouds lazily drifted by. What would've been a nice day however was in stark contrast to the events that happend below.

Three pyres were erected as people shouted at those tied to them. The prisoners were a human, a dwarf and a forest troll respectively. The townspeople shouted obscenities at them, calling out for their blood.

"SILENCE!" a priest called out which indeed silenced the crowd." We stand here in the grace of the Light to judge these three black souls for their crimes!"

"For the Light is just!" they cried.

The dwarf turned to the human next to him as the priest ranted." Ta only crime 'ere is ta ale prices. Three silver fer that pig piss?! Me hairy arse!"

"For Light' sake Hadhod, shut up!" the human replied." You're going to make it worse!"

Hadgar blinked before he snarled." WORSE?! We're goin' ta be torched! How can it possibly be worse?!"

"Dey can be castratin' ya first." the Forest troll female replied in the human's stead.

This stunned the dwarf." Bloody hells...that is bad."

"Ah know. And dey call MAH people savages...least we eat our kills."

Both human and dwarf turned their heads to the troll with their brows raised.

"Matthias Lehner!" the priest cried out." You are found guilty of being a member of the Scarlet Crusade! For the deaths of the innocent people you thought were evil and bullying others to your service, you will be burned at the stake! Have you any words in your defense?!"

Matthias merely glared in reply.

"See!" the priest turned to his flock." Even he cannot defend his actions!"

The crowd shouted in glee at the impending execution.

"Hadhod Greystone!" the Priest turned to the dwarf now." You are found guilty of fornicating with a member of the Scarlet Crusade, travelling with another and committing several accounts of indecency! For your crimes you will burned at the stake! Do you have any words in your defense?!"

"AYE!" The dwarf shouted." If it helps, ta Scarlet Lass I shagged was nae that good in ta sack. Does that go in me favour?"

The priest looked on in stunned anger."...No."

"Oh well in that case-" Hadhod turned to the crowd." YER TOWN IS SHITE AND YER ALE IS SHITE!"

The crowd boo'd at the dwarf who in turn boo'd back.

"Boo yerself yer goat fondlers!" he retorted.

"SILENCE!" the priest ordered his flock.

"And yer ma!" Hadhod retorted.

"You, monster!" the Priest turned to the forest troll woman." You were found desecrating the church's library, laying your filthy green fingers on the sacred parchment! For this crime you will be burned! Have you anything to say in your defense, creature?!"

The troll woman raised her chin up and spoke with a clear voice." I BE ZAN'JI OF DA REVANTUSK TRIBE! I HAD A DREAM ABOUT DA LIGHT AND CAME TO READ ABOUT IT! I ASKED SANCTUARY IN YOUR CHURCH AND I WAS DENIED BY YOU!" Her eyes rested o nthe priest.

"Of course I denied you! You're a troll! A soulless creature from hell!"

"Yet does da holy book not say we are all equal in da Light?!" the troll replied.

There was some muttering amongst the crowd.

"SILENCE!" The priest said a third time." You are a herectic for both your people and mine! Nothing will delight me more than set you ablaze!"

"Den get it ovah with den!" Zan'ji said." Da Light be ma judge, not you!"

The priest nodded at three men to the side who each lit their torches and moved to the pyre. It was about to be lit when a loud voice sounded.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF KING TERENAS' ASHES IS GOING ON HERE?!"

All eyes turned to the town hall where a man in blue noblemen's attire stepped out along with two footmen. His head was bald safe for the temples and back and he held a golden sceptre in his hand.

"Magistrate Burnside!" the priest pointed to the three pyres." These three have been found guilty!"

"That is not your call to make, Father Theodore." Burnside snapped his finger to the men who held the torches." Cut them down and bring them to the Townhall."

The crowd shouted in anger as the priest raised his voice." You cannot do this! I have the right-"

Burnside glared at the priest who fell silent under his gaze." You have the right to shut up before I thrust a sword through your throat, Father. Go back to your church and do your job in healing people rather than setting them on fire." He did not even deign to listen to the priest's reply as he turned to the crowd." And all of you! Don't you have jobs or homes to go to?! Those apples won't pluck themselves and that armour won't forge itself! Now march!"

Like scolded school children the crowd dispersed as the three prisoners were hauled by the footmen to the Townhall. All the while the priest glared with the eyes of a denied preacher.

With a nod their bounds were cut. The three were brought before the Magistrate.

"My apologies, my friends. Father Theodore does not speak for me or the people of Hillsbrad." He said with sincerity.

"Dunnea about that." Hadhod rubbed his wrists." They seemed eager enough ta set us on fire."

"You saved us Magistrate, we owe our thanks." Matthias bowed his head." If we can help you in any way..."

Burnside nodded." You can, actually."

"Ah shite..." Hadhod cursed but received a hard elbow nudge from his friend to the chest.

"What do you need us do?" Matthias asked.

"Also why I be here?" Zan'ji asked.

"I need your help, my friends." Burnside moved to the cupboard towards the back of the room and opened it. He took out a bottle and a glass and poured himself a drink. His eyes did not leave the glass as he spoke." The Scarlet Crusade who passed by here recently have passed to the north, away from the path towards Silverpine. This is not the first time this happened. For the past month, several groups of them passed by without word of their activities. I want you three to find out if there are building a base there."

"Just throwin' tis out dere but, ah am guessin' yer send folk and dey nae came back?" Hadhod asked.

"Yes." Burnside took a sip from his drink." And I cannot spare any more men, what with the Forsaken being emboldened by our loss of Garithos and his forces."

"Not a big loss there ta be honest..." Hadhod muttered in his beard.

"How does dis relate ta me?" Zan'jin asked." Ya still 'ave not asked me. I don't know dese mons."

"You're all in this together. Do this and I will give you access to the Church's library." Burnside replied. The troll woman's tusks went up with her lips as she smiled.

Matthias raised his hand." Might I ask what our pay may be?"

Burnside pondered for a moment, taking a sip from his wine." Well...you get to walk out of here alive."

Matthias blinked." oh..."

"And perhaps I can offer you five gold each?" he smirked." What is it going to be? Carrot or the stick?"

Hadhod immediately interjected." Ah like ma carrots in gold please!"

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North of the town, in the caves near the Lordamere lake, several humans in bright red armour traversed the underground. Their footsteps were heavy and loud, it was a miracle none had slipped yet on the wet ground beneath them.

"Quiet!" their leader, a blonde-haired woman, said." They'll hear us all the way to Dalaran with this racket!" Brigitte was relatively new to the order yet she was in command of the five other soldiers with her." Tamara, protect our rear!"

"Aye, Captain Foller!" the black-haired woman in the rear replied.

She had proved her mettle as a adventurer in Elwynn Forest, slaying kobolds and gnolls. She was raised a farmer, having been taught by her father how to fight. Francis Foller served in the militia and taught Brigitte everything he knew how to swing a sword. His mother hated that idea, Brigitte was meant to settle down, marry Tommy Fendlemore, have a lot of children and work at the farm untill her dying days. But that wasn't her. She felt more at home fighting off gnolls and Defias thieves than farming. When Brother Crowley came to her and asked her and her friends to join the Crusade and free Lordearon from the oppressive joke of the Undead, it was like a dream come through.

She had seen so much, traveled from Stormwind to Khaz Modan, fought Orcs, met and had sex with many interesting people than she would've done had she stayed back in Goldshire and married Tommy. The dwarf she met last night was truely one of the highlights. At first she balked at the dwarf's advances towards her but when he started talking about his and his friend's exploits, she all too happily would've sucked more dwarf cocks to get that information.

The dwarf sighed happily as she sucked him off like a winter's veil treat. Each motion of her head went with a wet glugging sound.

Glug, glug, glug.

"Oh aye...like that..." he said as he strayed her hair." Oh aye..."

She let go with a loud pop, saliva drooled down her mouth into her breasts." Where did you meet Matthias?" she asked before she began sucking again. Her tongue ran along his shaft, caressing and slathering it with her spit. It tasted salty, saltier than the other men she had sucked off over the years. She vowed never to swallow though, that bastard William Robertson managed to sneak that past her gullet.

"Ahn...met him after that shite with, ah, Garithos...left ta Crusade. Well yer lot.." he motioned to his tabard which lay neatly folded with the rest of her clothes on the table in their room." Said he had enough of ta atroci...hi...ah!" he grunted as he began guiding her head to his groin.

Glug, glug, glug!

He was getting close.

Foller took her mouth out again, this time jerking the dwarf's meat." Where are you headed next?"

"We-we don't know...probably stay, do a few...jobs! Fuck, ah am comin'!"

"Come all over me then, stud!" she grinned and completed his arrival. With powerful jets, ropes of dwarven seed landed all over her face and hair. She closed her eyes as one rope covered her left. First time she made a dwarf come over her.

He let out a loud sigh as the pleasure left him. She picked up some of it and wiped it over her naked leg.

"Well...thank you, Hadhod...I think-"

She was pushed down onto the bed, before she could retort she felt a powerful thrust inside her. A moment later she was being pounded into the matress. His right hand held her right side as the left began flicking her pearl.

"AH, LIGHT!" She blinked hard to clear her vision. when she did, she saw the dwarf was on top of her, plowing her into next week, his cock still erect and slick with her saliva and his seed.

Like a battering ram made out of dwarf cock, he assaulted her inner sanctuary with vigour.

"Round two, lass!" he laughed as he began a whole night of shagging. He fucked her through each of her orgasms, her cries deafening to those who had the unfortunate pleasure of sharing their room. Hadhod himself eventually came inside her, his jets of seed still as plentiful as the first time.

Four more times did the dwarf come in or on her.

By morning when she left her room and a sleeping dwarf left behind in it, she could barely walk but it was worth it.

She found a traitor to the Crusade, information that would for certain make her rise up in rank. Perhaps even a knighthood by the Grand Crusader Dathrohan himself!

And the best thing of all, she was helping people and fought what was truly evil in the world. Would she die today, it would be with a smile.

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"Like catching fish in a barrel..." The Murloc said as he stroked the smooth seashell on his staff. His big, yellow eyes followed the six humans, a toothy grin emerging from his lips.

"What is a barrel, Oracle?" One of his warriors said. The Oracle replied by slamming his staff on his head.

"Shut up, you are interrupting my brilliance!" Oracle Grug replied. He straightened his purple hat he had found on the corpse of a magic human which made him feel more distinguished.

"Sorry, Oracle. A thousand apologies..." the warrior gurgled as he bowed deeply.

Grug raised his chin." I forgive you. Only this once however..."

"Of course, Oracle. What do you want us to do?" He asked.

The Oracle Murloc straightened his robe made from seaweed and sodden cloth." We wait until all six passed that threshold...then we ambush them, killing off the last of the red humans. Then the whole cave is ours."

The warrior nodded." Okay...then what?"

Grug sighed, as if a father sighed to his child when asked a silly question." Then we gather everyone and attack the blue humans south. Then we can take their weapons and attack the purple humans and take their magic stuff!"

The warrior's eyes looked like he was trying to solve a complicated puzzle." Good idea oracle...but why can't we attack the purple humans now?"

Grug replied with another staff to the head." Because we don't have good weapons, fish-for-brains! But the red ones do! And then the blue ones have even more weapons! Got it, you fool?"

"I think I do..." the warrior admitted." But...why do we need armour? Magic goes through it."

A moment of silence passed before a bright blue flash zapped the life out of the warrior murloc, the others standing at attention.

"Everyone, CHARGE!" Grug pointed his staff at the humans.

As one, a massive blue wave charged at the Scarlet Crusade like a horde of ravenous sharks headed towards a wounded prey. The red humans quickly formed a shieldwall as the bright haired female shouted in the common tongue.

"Aaaaaughibbrgubugbugrguburgle!" the wave crashed on the shieldwall as blue lightning zapped at the humans, often hitting other murlocs.

Swords stabbed, shields buckled, spears thrusted and people died. But it was never in doubt who won.

Grug felt like Queen Azshara herself as he walked over to the now silent field of battle. Red blood mixed with the damp cave floor beneath as his Murlocs ate the dead.

"Hey! Grug smacked one of his men who was biting on a leg." Take off the armour and weapons first BEFORE you eat them, idiot!"

"Sorry Oracle..." the bigger murloc apologised.

"It's funny, this human tastes like dwarf." another giggled.

"Enough, get these six stripped so we can have their armour." Grug turned to leave.

"Five, Oracle." the bigger Murloc said.

Grug stopped and sighed annoyed. Why was he surrounded by idiots?!

"Six, stupid! One, two, three, four, five..." he paused." Where is six?!"

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Matthias frowned as he followed the tracks leading up to the caves.

"Sloppy..." he muttered. It was clear the Scarlet Crusade had been reduced to inducting amateurs into their ranks to fill them up. The tracks were very obvious. Six people in total, they did't even march in one rank to hide their numbers.

"What was dat?" Zan'ji asked.

"His people 'ave gone ta pot!" Hadhod replied as he looked inside the cave." Amateur hour!"

"Something like that." Matthias concurred. Herod would've killed their commander had he been here." There' six of them in total, headed for the cave."

The Forest troll looked confused." Why would da Scarlet Crusade be makin' a base 'ere?"

Matthias stood back on his feet." We're close to Dalaran. I suppose they would try to get some magic out of that place..."

A thought hit Zan'ji." Also we close to da river. Dis be a good place ta make a base. Send people 'ere via boat across da lake to da otha side. To ta Monastery."

"Yer not just looks, ere yer lass?" Hadhod gave a wink to the troll woman.

Her reply came when her staff hit him over the head.

"Bloody bullocks!" Hadgar cursed. He rubbed his head and was about to retort when a noise came out of the cave.

The trio turned as a shape ran towards them. All raised their weapons but quickly lowered them as they saw the shape approach. It was a young woman, barely in her twenties, ragged and covered in blood. Her red Scarlet tabard was even more red, covered in blood. Her skin was nearly as pale as snow, her face one that has seen death.