The Broken Lands

Our battles brought me to the place where everything happened, The Broken Lands. Until now we waged our war at home, but now we are taking the war to them.
The broken lands, the place where it all happened, well most of it… old tales say that this is where the third war has started from, our allies say that this is the place that they call home, but now this is the place where we fight, fight against our enemies, fight against the bigger menace.
Any tale that I have heard does not come to depict the state of this place, a barren wasteland, floating in mid air, where a wrong step might kill you. I wonder how this place still stays together, but this is a question that only our allies might be able to answer.

***

This is my third day here and our settlement is under siege, a constant war against the Breakers. I can only wish that the enemies don’t have an easier time. But siege or no siege, other things must be cared for and arranged. The Breakers roam the land and some ‘cleaning’ is in order.
The captain of the outpost sent a couple of his men somewhere to the east of the settlement to survey the area, but he has not received word from them in days, so now he’s asking for volunteers to search for them but no one wants to get out from the relative safety of the settlement.
I volunteered; it would give me something to do while I can explore the lands and bash some Breaker heads in if I have the chance, and lend a hand to the defense.
Starting out, one thing struck me… rocks floating in the air. I knew that this land is broken but nothing prepared me for this. It looks like besides the Breakers, I have to keep an eye out for flying rocks that might bash my head… a man has to do what a man has to do.
From the speed of my mount I could see traces left by the men from the outpost, but nothing that indicated if they were alive or dead, and light was fading soon, making my search even harder.
I decided to pull off from the road to find a place where I could make camp for the night, but this barren waste land had nothing to offer, except a place under the stars.

Nuir

I am Nuir, of the Stone Watch clan and this is my story

I’ve been born in the Old World, in a place called Kharanos, right outside the walls of our greatest city, a quiet place but, we are at war, we have been at war forever, even since before I was born, ever since before my parents were born. Now it is hard to remember a time where there was peace in the word.
We have fought many battles during our history, among ourselves, with our allies, with our enemies, with everybody, but we have still managed to survive. The last one was gruesome and led to the destruction of one of our allied cities, Gnomeregan. Now the city is uninhabitable, but still there are treasures that need to be recovered from there and put to good use. We still go in the fallen city to recover items for our brethren the Gnomes. It is hard but is well worth it.
But this is not the war I am fighting in… the war for recovering the lost Gnomeregan… there is a bigger menace to our kind, the ones that wish to vanquish all life and hope… the ones that broke the World.

Orgrimmar

“Orgrimmar… the biggest city of them all. We are here. Don’t you like it?”
“Well… it’s big… and kind of menacing…”
“Don’t worry. Nothing can harm us here… well… almost nothing. Let’s go in, and find an inn for the night. We’ll have plenty of time to see the city tomorrow.”
“OK, let’s go in… but those guards upfront look menacing.”
“As long as we don’t start trouble, the guard won’t trouble us, and besides that, I’m and orc and you are with me. As far as I can remember, the trolls are our allies thus you have free passage in any of the orc towns.”
Why is she so afraid of Orgrimmar?
“Evening sir. Where could we find an inn?”
“Evening warrior. The inn is in the Valley of Strength, just beyond the gates. Take the road in and it’s on the right side. If you have trouble finding it, ask for Gryshka and everybody will tell you where she is.”
We found the inn where the guard told us we would find it. Talking to Gryshka we secured a place for the night in exchange for only a few coppers, the only money we had left in out pockets. Tomorrow we must start and do something to secure some more coppers in our pockets.
Lith’jin took the bed, although you could hardly call it a bed, a stone bench in the common room of the inn, and Morgg took the floor right beside her. Although they both paid for the bed he could not let her sleep on the floor and he was too of a gentleman… for an orc… to sleep in the same bed.
Moments later, Lith’jin was fast asleep, and Morgg stood there beside her watching… he sensed her fear of the place, although no harm would come to her here.

***

Morning came over Orgrimmar, and the dryness of the desert came with it. Nights were cold here but Morgg was used to them. Lifting his head from the floor, his eyes landed on her, still sleeping in on the stone bench, curled up against the cold. They had to find something to do to get some coppers for the next night and for some food, but he could not wake her… not yet at least.
Going through his backpack he found some letters he had forgot about. He had to find the one that was written on the envelopes but Orgrimmar was a big place and finding that someone might take forever.
Meanwhile, Lith’jin woke up and started looking around as if she did not know where she was.
“Morning Lith’jin. We have to move fast if we want to eat tonight. We have to find Grezz Ragefist and give him the letters from Lar.”
“OK, let me pack up and we’ll go find him. Do you have any ideea where he might be?”
“I’ll find out where he is while you pack. I’ll be back shortly.” Morgg said while he was heading out of the common room.

“Morning madam”, Morgg said, approaching the innkeeper. “can you help me with something? I’m trying to find Grezz Ragefist. Do you know where he might be.”
“Grezz Ragefist… Grezz Ragefist… Grezz Ragefist… oh… yes… he is the battle master here in Orgrimmar, and I think you can find him in the Valley of Honor. Follow the road from the inn, make a right hand turn at the first crossroad and another right at the second crossroad.”
“Thank you madam.”

“Well Lith’jin, I found the one that we are looking for. And I can tell you that we’ll see the first real warrior…”