Today, I actually wanted to share something else that I’ve been working on. All in all, there’s recently been very little news regarding priests as a general, and honestly, I feel that I might have been going a little further away from priest topics as I’d like, in some regards. Still, there’s some things that I’ll be rambling about in the recent future – I actually have a sticky note with all the different things I intend to cover. For now, though, on to some not-so-important stuff, but something that hopefully I’ll continue. I’m probably going to put this on a separate blog/subdomain so as to keep it relatively clutter-free, but right now, I’m actually still undecided on the title. I think for now what I have works, but I only have planned out so far, and I want to make sure it’ll fit with the rest of it, too. Anyhow, comments and critique are most certainly welcome!

Chapter 1 – Orgrimmar

Quiet. Blissfully quiet. A pleasant change from the bustle of the Valley of Strength, at least. Recently, anyway. Still, it was rare to find any time to think anymore. It was a blessing that the barkeep didn’t ask any questions. Better for everyone that way.

As he hunched over his mug, a figure appeared in the always-open doorway of The Wyvern’s Tail. Judging by the silhouette, it was obviously tauren, but he knew what this was about. It didn’t matter who they sent. Yesterday it was a goblin, and it was plenty well known that goblins were certainly not one of Garrosh’s favored races. Still, he was off-duty. There wouldn’t be a damned thing to change that, either.

The tauren stepped closer, scanning the occupants in turn, few as they were. Their eyes met, and the tauren moved to sit down across from him.

“Togrik—” the tauren began. He was exceptionally soft-spoken for someone of his size, and he certainly was not small for a tauren.



“I said, ‘no,’ Kume,” he growled, perhaps with more menace than intended.

Kume simply shook his head, shaggy mane and braided beard swaying calmly. It was strangely soothing, given the tension. “It will be your head if you do not at least listen to what I have to say.” A simple shrug followed. “What you do then, I cannot say what the consequences will be. But unless you hear me out…” He left it at that, raising his hands in a question. The implication was clear enough.

Togrik sat for a moment, silent, then a grin cracked, and he chuckled a little. “Damn you cows and your damned rationale.” He sighed, shaking his head. “What is it, then? I figured you to bring me in for another post on the front gate.”

Kume smiled a bit, but there was no humor in it. He hesitated, looking away from Togrik, and then lowered his voice further, so as not to be overheard. “You must leave Orgrimmar.” He paused again, while Togrik’s jaw dropped a little in surprise. “People have been talking. And when people talk, when they talk too much, there’s nothing good that can come of it.”

“And your point is…? Why would I — why should I leave?”

“Accusations. Senseless. Baseless. Dangerous.” He shifted uncomfortably. “Very dangerous.”

A long moment passed between them. Togrik was still aghast with the mere thought of what he was being told. “Surely… Surely you don’t mean…”

Kume closed his eyes and nodded. His beard swayed again, like a pendulum of a clock. Time was certainly running out. And he was accused of being a Twilight cultist. It was a witch hunt that would never end.

“What about you?”

“You thought you were the only one?” he asked simply. “Like I said, people have been talking. They don’t always realize how loud or how often it is that they do. I’ll see you at midnight in the Valley of Wisdom. We will have help there.” He stood from the table. “Oh, and one other thing. Your post isn’t the front gate today.” He grinned. It was an awkward look on him.


“The Valley of Wisdom.” He barked a laugh and turned to leave.

Togrik had a lot to think about in the hours to come.