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“Hex 1 Sketch: Novee and Reffinedge Meet the Strangers”

From Chapter 1.

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Zakiri Background

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Zakiri was surprised to see the elf near him. He was crouched, his arms rested on his knees as he eyed the woman with runic blue eyes.

“Whatcha want, elfie?”

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I’m crying because I’m just imagining her followers buying the damn calendars off of Whistle. Crying because I imagine Zakiri buying one and enjoying it far too much. 

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“General?” came the echoed voice. 

Alyndrah bit the inside of her cheek and turned to face the death knight. Zakiri’s harsh blue eyes looked to Alyndrah’s with no warmth or affection like they once had. “Yes, Zakiri?”

“I was on patrol again,” the annoyance was clear in his voice, but Alyndrah couldn’t stand to be near the death knight anymore. He wasn’t the same. “That rogue was here again. I keep finding these things.” he held up an apexis crystal. 

“Just leave it for the banker, you know where we keep all of our apexis.” the paladin turned away. 

“Wait,” Zakiri put a cold hand on her shoulder and pulled her back. “Don’t you see it? I would think a jewel crafter such as yourself would have noticed.” he held out the crystal, letting the etching reflect in the light. 

Alyndrah snatched the crystal, inspecting it clearly. It was a small map. With wide eyes, Alyndrah looked up at Zakiri. “Go to Yorn Longhoof and find all the recent apexis that were deposited. Find more of these maps.” 

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"General!" a shadow hunter came jogging up to Alyndrah just as she was pointing out places to be scouted by her men. Her warmaster was in the middle of disagreeing with her when the shadow hunter arrived.

The paladin looked up curiously, a long thin brow quirked as she shot the troll a questioning look. "Yes?"

The troll shifted nervously, understanding his mistake in bursting into the Town Hall without warning. "The Knights of the Ebon Blade want to put one of their men in our garrison. Shall I tell their representative no?" 

Alyndrah merely smiled. "I have no issues with the Knights of the Ebon Blade. I'll be happy to have one of their men or women in my garrison, so long as they serve the people in it loyally."

The troll gave a toothy grin before motioning her to follow him. Alyndrah followed the shadow hunter to the main entrance of her garrison where two other guards were asking the death knight to wait.

"I wanna speak ta ya general." the cold harsh voice spoke. She recognized it. No, it couldn't be him. That's impossible.

"Excuse me," Alyndrah mumbled as she pushed past the garrison guards.

Glowing green eyes met harsh, icy blue ones. How?

After a few awkward moments, the death knight shifted uncomfortably. "Are you da general?"

Alyndrah hadn't even realized her jaw had dropped until she had to close it. "Yes... m-my name is Alyndrah Dawnbourne."

The dark purple skinned troll's eyes widened for a moment, as if he recognized her name.

Did he? Did he recognize me? Is it actually him?

The more she looked at him, the more her chest tightened, the more her heart ached with an oh-so familiar pain.

"Well, General Dawnbourne, I be lookin' ta serve ya here. I'm a good fightah." he balled a fist, pressing it to his chest in salute, as he had once taught her.

Her lip quivered as she forced a smile. "One last thing... your name, soldier?"

"Mah name be Zakiri."

Choking back tears, she forced out, "Welcome aboard, Zakiri."

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AU: Orgrimmar

Zakiri was crouched; he joked and laughed with Zerrok and Whitefeather. A young orc boy and a tauren girl, barely a toddler, ran up to the troll. “Uncle Zakiri!” they shrieked with laughter. He pulled the two into his embrace, “Ah, look at ya! Ya gettin’ biggah each time ah see ya!” he spoke to them in orcish. The children giggled and grabbed hold of his tusks. Zakiri had to admit, they were the cutest things. He smiled wide at his two old friends. He was glad he decided to come to Orgrimmar to see them. He ruffled their hair, letting them run off to play before returning to the conversations.

The two were talking about life with their mates, and how whipped they were. Zakiri laughed as he listened. They were standing near the auction house when out of the corner of his eye he caught glimpse of a death knight. He nearly snarled. Death knights. What perverse creatures of nature. Whether they were loyal to the Horde or not, he hated them.

Whether he wanted them to be or not, death knights were harsh reminders of what he had lost. Alyndrah hadn’t been able to block the slash of the death knight that attacked her. His sword had dug into the side of her neck and she had faltered, the undead brought her down before he could even cast a heal her way. Within a second, he had strapped on spiked gauntlets, and the troll went berserk. He had punched into the death knight brutally, the elements enhancing his attacks, until he was dead, and he wanted to go on a rampage, but Zerrok sapped him and the tauren had dragged him out.

He was barely listening to Whitefeather’s story about what his daughter had did the night before when the death knight reemerged from the auction house. Her skin was disgustingly pale, and her hair was unnaturally white on her young looking body. She paused for a moment at the steps, reading a scroll carefully before pausing to look around, as if she knew someone was staring.

Her harsh blue eyes scanned the crowd before she locked eyes with Zakiri. The troll’s stomach dropped. No… it can’t be. At first he couldn’t speak. The death knight just stared at him blankly until a faint hint of annoyance reached her features.

She was about to turn away when the troll called out, “Wait!”

She paused and looked back at him.

Zerrok and Whitefeather were following the troll’s eyes now, and when they saw the pale death knight’s features their eyes widened.

The girl walked over, her walk was like that of a lioness stalking her prey. Her expression was blank again, and her voice was hollow, “If you plan on trying to make a fool of me, troll, I’ll have your head.”

Zakiri nearly shivered. The air around her was frigid, and he could see small ice crystals forming on her black armor.

He wanted to shake his head, tell her it was a mistake, but he had to know. He had to. “What is your name?”

She tilted her head to the side inquisitively and he could practically feel his heart breaking. She used to do that a lot.

“Alyndrah.” Her voice was harsh.

He wanted to cry. With a shaky hand he reached up to touch her face, but as soon as it neared she jerked back. In a flash she had both of her one handed swords out and she had the one in her right hand at his throat.

“Don’t you dare touch me, troll.” She spit the words at him.

Zerrok was pulling Zakiri back and Whitefeather was putting himself between the two.

“We’re sorry for the misunderstanding, miss. You look familiar.” Whitefeather talked the death knight down while Zakiri was ready to go back to Echo Isles already.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have come to Orgrimmar.