Author's note: Wee, here we go again another story that will probably never be finished! Read and review if you like it though.

Blizzard owns Warcraft, not me.

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"KILL IT!"

Those were the two words Sarriah Nightprayer had learned in orcish very quickly, ever since she had been posted to tactical grounds of Ashenvale commonly known as Warsong Gulch. Her panting was jagged as she cut and dodged her way through the thick forest of Ashenvale that had not been meted with the hungry iron saws of the savage Horde.

The night elf woman's steps were flagged with fatigue as she kept stumbling over her torn white robe that marked her as a priestess of Elune. Blood and dirt caked its tattered fringes telling of many days out on patrol. Thorns scrapped across her purple flesh as she ran blindly into the woods deeper from her regiment.

She had been told signing up for battle in Ashenvale would be dangerous especially for her, a priestess of the Elune who called upon the radiance of her deity to heal would be met with even greater ferocity than the others she fought beside. Oh but at the time she had been so confident in her abilities and her favor with Elune. Claiming she could tackle whatever the Horde threw, all the while safe and sound in the holy ivory temple of Elune, never in want, never in fear under the watchful eye of her deity. What were a few mongrel Horde compared to one of Elune's devoted?

How wrong she had been, now they swarmed across the field driving the Alliance back as they sought to claim the treasures of the elven outpost. Even now as she ran deeper into the woods away from the carnage she could hear the cries for mending before ending in a horrid scream of death or dismemberment. That however was the least of her worries. Three Horde, a hunter, a warrior, and a paladin, had spotted her mid field and had come running for her. They knew she was priestess by how proudly and foolishly she wore her most bright powerful robes so outspoken in the shaded glade in which death lived constantly.

Even with her mad dash to get away she could hear them running up behind her, gaining ground, always gaining ground. Her mind was in a panicked whirl as she charged ever onward. She heard the deadly twang of a bow and cried out a prayer of protection. Light encircled her just as the arrow made its mark. Sarriah grunted in pain as the arrow dug into her shoulder blade but dropped aside as if she had been coated in light rubber. It was nothing serious; Sarriah thanked Elune for that quickly as she dashed onward. Almost immediately she cried in pain as she felt hot venom of poison begin to shoot through her veins. By the burning hot wave that crashed through her body she knew it to be widow's venom, a deadly concoction that minimized her concentration to channel Elune's gift.

The pain searing through her, mind lost to panic, constantly stumbling upon her dress, and yet she was still taken by surprise when she felt herself flying forward, arms flaying wildly before hitting the ground in a painful heap. She was dead, there was nothing else to it, they would catch up to her by now, and yet still the want of escaped thrilled through her body burning hotter than the poison.

A roar pierced the air as Sarriah managed to turn around. To her horror a giant midnight Black Panther was leaping directly at her. 600 pounds of sleek muscle flew through the air, pristine snow white claws bared as well as yellowing fangs, his eyes only small charcoal dots. On instinct Sarriah pushed her legs up as the panther was descending using her adrenaline and his momentum to propel the large feline over her. The panther went soaring but easily landed upon his paws blocking her from moving deeper into the forest.

Sarriah cried out in agony as she felt as if both her ankles had been broken by such a desperate move. They were severely hurt but nothing one powerful spell couldn't mend. Stretching out a hand, she began gasping the words to a powerful healing spell when she felt as if the words had been dragged away from her mouth. The paladin came into view, just finishing the words to a rebuke spell. He flashed a nasty smirk as he stood by evilly revealing in her panic. Plate of gold donned his entire body, and a sword resting carelessly in his hand looked like it had seen the inside of many Alliance bodies.

As he watched her, the hunter, who was an orc trotted up. His face was creased into a tusky grin as he stopped to catch his breath. The two spoke a couple words to one another in orcish before running toward her.

Sarriah knew she only had one chance as she let the two near her. It was this or truly death would claim her. As they got close enough to touch she threw her head back screaming out a powerful spell. The Psychic Scream rent the air like a war horn, affecting the three foe. Sarriah watched in satisfaction as the enemies eyes widened, they trembled in fear as they screamed in abject terror. Wasting no time, the priestess leapt up even though her ankles screamed in agony and began to run. A little further and the foe would never catch her, a little further and she could crawl back home safe into the temple of Elune, tending to sick in the city and listening to the wisdom of Tyrande.

Yes, she probably would have made it, had it not been for the warrior. She never saw the troll coming until she was flat on the ground staring into the green eyes of the warrior. A calloused three fingered hand grabbed her by her shoulders and lifted her up with ease. All Sarriah could do was struggled vainly as the troll slung her across his shoulder and began swaggering victoriously back to his compatriots.

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"Look what ole Sa'jan caught!" The warrior cried victoriously as he touted his struggling cargo back to his two companions.

The troll came into view holding the woman over his broad shoulder. He dropped her on the leaf strewn earth unceremoniously before the hunter and paladin so that they three effectively surrounded her.

With a word the orc ordered his pet to stay focused on the elf should she try to cast a spell. The beast nodded once before setting into a pouncing position his hackles raised and fangs menacingly bared before the priestess.

"So who gets her?" Larion asked. The paladin sheathed his sword wiping his plated hand against his Horde tabard.

The orc poked a finger into his chest growling at the two. "I shot her first."

"I stopped her from healing." Larion protested, his green eyes glaring angrily.

"But I was da one who stopped ha. If it won't fo me she would ah been long gone into da forest." Sa'jan argued heatedly.

The three looked as if they were to come to blows when the troll stopped suddenly. He smiled cunningly at the two nodding once. "I know da best way to solve dis."

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Sarriah couldn't believe it as she watched the three males. As she had been dragged back by the troll she had expected torture or even rape. Not to say those things couldn't happen but she was curious to what they were doing. Watching the three, she saw them each produce a die from their bags. Were they betting on her? After each checked the three die to make sure of no treachery they threw them not far from her. She couldn't see the number of pips but she knew by the black curses by the hunter and paladin, and loud cheering from the warrior the troll had one.

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Sa'jan turned to the night elf as the paladin and hunter stalked off angrily of being rolled out of their prize. The troll sat on the balls of his feet as he squatted in from of her. Removing his blood splattered plat helm a tangle of long red hair tumble out wet with sweat. A three fingered hand ruffled his hair before he sighed. "You is mine now, lil elfie." He chuckled before reaching out a hand to touch her.

Sarriah attempted to back away but he was too swift and he grabbed her by her flowing green hair. After being picked up by her hair Sarriah found herself back over the troll's shoulders in mere seconds. Wordlessly he straightened his hunched over figure and began walking back to the Horde encampment with his prize.