Weekly Series: Adventures in Azeroth (working title)

(Meta-talk: What is this, you ask? Well I have decided to try and start a weekly comedic fanfic based off my characters in World of Warcraft, I ask two things. 1) That you post comments and thoughts and suggestions on improving my writing. And 2) if you know what exactly I need to do for all the copyright laws and such please pass that info along to me so I can put that up. The stories might focus on my main character (Mikal) or any of my alts including the duplicate names on different servers if I ever decide to fiddle with them some. And now...)

ADVENTURES IN AZEROTH

Mikal sat there looking up the long stairs the top of the battering ram visible sitting where the Argent Crusade had left it when they had finally managed to shatter the doors to the Citadel. The slight shaking from the proto-drake he was riding did nothing to stop the thoughts of what it had taken to get here after so long from welling up in his mind. All his battles up to now had been leading to this point when the Argent Crusade and Knights of the Ebon Blade would call heroes from around Azeroth to help take down the Lich King.

His mind started to drift back to his first battles back in Goldshire when he had fought against Kobolds insistant that the candle they had melts to the top of their skulls was important and that he could "NO TAKE CANDLE". HE chuckled at the thought, suddenly his proto-drake roared alerting him to danger and he leaped to the side in time just to miss one of the many gargoyles in the places striking him in the head.

His mount disappeared like always, though he wondered how the mages had come up with such a thing like he did every time it happened. He did not stop to ponder it though and quickly pulled out his gun and loaded a bullet. " Let's see how you like being target practice you stone-brained bastard."

He aimed carefully and pulled the trigger and the Gargoyle's head burst into a cloud of dust. He tossed the gun over his shoulder. "That will show you who to me--- Oh crap!!" His snide commented interrupted by the stone body falling right at him he jumped aside getting a scrape along his recently repaired boots. Looking at the scrape he went over to the body. "They charged me ten gold to fix those you lump of stone" He kicked the corpse with the toe of the scuffed boot adding another dent to the end of the boot. Out of habit he bent over the body to see if it had anything on it, he managed to find a Healing potion, somehow undamaged and some scraps of fur. He had long since given up trying to figure out where on the solid stone body the items had been, much less how the potion bottle had not broken. He then turned and walked up the stairs to meet up with his friends to try and tackle the challenges awaiting inside the Citadel.

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The entance to the Citadel was held firmly, by the combined forces of the Argnet Crusade, Knights of the Ebon Blade, and a new group that had appeared to help battle the Lich King, calling themselves the Ashen Verdict. A chill seeped into his bones and Mikal knew that he would not be as quick to dodge the strikes of his enemies, but this was something he had to do. He looked down the hall in front of him and saw a group of skeleton with bones jutting all over being fought off by various defenders preventing them from getting to the forces at the door.

Only a few of the others arrived so he went over and found one of the Argent Crusade blacksmiths. "Hey, I got attacked outside and my boots got damaged, you have time to fix them up?"

"Sure, let me see them." Mikal took off the boot and handed it to him. "Hmmmmm... Nice and sturdy, worked some good magic into them too. Not badly damaged either should not be too hard. That will cost 5 gold."

"Seriously !!! They are barely dented." Mikal shook his head knowing the blacksmith would not budge and handed over the 5 gold. He got them back just as the rest of the group arrived and they gathered up and headed into the Citadel, beyond the relative safety of the firmly held camp.