A Legend is Born!

[Xenorin]

In one of the bars that resided within the walls of one of the Silvermoon Inns in the Sin'doeri city sat Xenorin, one leg crossed over the other upon the bar top. Long robes flowed over his thin form, bunching at the waist. Nearly every inch of his body was covered, a large scarf drawn around his neck and jaw, hiding his lip movements as he spoke. Those cold, blue eyes held the usual spark of...well, life, that the elf usually had. And as usual, he wouldn't shut the hell up.

"So, there I was, face to face with a horde of demons! I think I counted a hundred...or fifty, maybe it was ten. Anyway, it was a HORDE of demons. Not like, the Horde horde, but you know, alot, right? Well, anyway. As I was saying, there I was..."

An orc sat down at the end of the bar, a worn battle cloak drawn over the armor that he wore, both calloused hands wrapped around the cool mug of some strange colored liquid. More than likely some sort of firewater. His eyes were closed, one eyebrow jumping at as he could not help but listen to the elf.

Nearby stood a small group of blood elf children, all gawking up towards the elf that sat upon bar. They were eating up every word that Xenorin spoke.

"...against this horde of demons. I held my sword tight, yanno, because that is what you do when you have a sword. You hold it very tight. Like, your knuckles turn white...but...what if your knuckles were green...would they turn...green..er? Hm. Anyway!

I held my sword tight, they were coming in from all directions. I didn't even know what to do! So, I screamed a manly scream of manliness. Okay, I am lying. I screamed like a girl. I didn't know what to do, you know?

But that is when he came. His hair was made of fire! No, really, fire. Like the kind that burns you. Anyway. Hair, fire, got it? Good. So, he swooped down from the sky like an angel, that was on fire, of course, but an angel! Swooping down to save me from the demons. Masses of them. Like, a thousand demons. And he said in a deep, manly voice..."

Xenorin cleared his throat and attempted to talk deeply, "Stand back, boy. I will handle every one of these demons!" The elf coughed to clear his voice and continued in his normal tone.

"I kid you not, he talked just like that, but better. But his hair was all fire, and he pulled a large bow from his shoulder, firing beams of light towards the on coming demons. Each one exploding in a glory of gore! And the fiery angel, he stood around twelve, no, thirteen feet tall! But he was shooting arrows of light at every one of the demons, burning them in their tracks!"

The children gasped and shivered but clapped at the thought of someone shooting, well, anything. Afterall, who didn't like a little violence?!

"It gets better! While he was there fighting off the demons, a wolf and an eagle came to his aide! The eagle swooped down from the sky, it was as big as a house! And the wolf charged in, clawing and biting at the demons in his way."

The childrens eyes grew wide as the orc off to the side sighed.

"And he called them by name! Ebony and Wotan! Eagle and wolf! Together, all three of them tore down the evil that nearly killed me!"

"What was his name?!" cried all the children at once.

Xenorin leaned down, his cheeks lifting close to his eyes as he grinned beneath the scraf, "Some know him as the Baron. Some know him as the RED Baron. But I know him as Skafloc, the-evil-demon-killer-guy-who-saved-my-life-and-I-owe-him-everything-I-got! He was a ranger here from Slivermoon--"

"Silvermoon," groaned the orc.

"Right. Silvermoon City!"

The children gasped and cheered, one of the smaller boys jumping up and down the mimicking as if he held a bow, shooting off towards the opposite end of the inn. One of the girls giggled and let out a heavy, dreamy sigh.

"Yeah! That's what I did! I gave him a big old hug when he finished! He told me to be more careful, which I am!"

"And where is the Baron now?!" asked the children.

"I'm not sure, but I heard at the Wrath Gate, he blew up the Lich King!" Xenorin threw his hands high into the air, dramatically showing off an explosion with his arm movements.

"Woooooooooow!" screamed the children. The orc winced at the high pitched noises, staring down at his drink in thought.

"Yep! The Red Baron! Skafloc! He is like, a hero!"

[Must learn to proof read! D:]

[Broxigan]

The orc stared silently at his drink, mulling over the thoughts that ran through his mind. He tried his best to drown out the elf down on the bar who just would not shut up, but the story he was telling was one that hit close to him.

Brox's thoughts ran wild. Mostly focused around Skafloc. He had not seen hide nor hair of him in months. The last time he did, it was on less friendly terms. The issue with Evanthe and him left Brox a little more than sour. Defensive. Needing someone to blame. And he felt bad for it.

But since then, rumors such as the one the elf was telling was spreading. Brox had heard various stories about where the Baron was now. And true, the last he had heard of any news of Skafloc was that at the Wrath Gate. But...

He shook his head slowly, letting out a sigh. Skafloc was too strong to fall somewhere like that. Brox knew he was still out and about somewhere in the world. The elf was too stubborn to give up. One of the few things Brox admired about him.

But time drove a wedge between the orc and the elvish friends that he had once been close to. Evanthe and Skafloc being the major ones. He cursed himself silently, blaming himself, drinking down the rest of his ale, clearing his thoughts.

But the thoughts found a different road. Buetha. Odd, to think about her at such a time. He did everything he could to drown out the ramblings of the elf and the squealings of the children. Speaking of which, who let children into the bar?!

"Elves..." he muttered silently to himself, looking down at the empty mug in his hands.

Buetha was a friend. Brox would say a close one. But time would say otherwise. The two of them never spent much time together. But when they did, something struck him deep. Maybe it was the orcish roots, being close to another orc. Maybe it was...

He shook his head again, remembering back to visiting B at her home in Ratchet. Now those are some good memories. A slight smile tugged at his lips. Maybe he should try and contact her. The last he remembered, she had joined a crew. For all he knew, she could be out on the high seas, plundering all sorts of goblin hidden treasures.

He smiled more. That would be just like her, he thought.

"One day, we will meet again," he said quietly to himself, "And finally have that drink." He pushed the mug away from him and stood up from the stool at the bar. Casting one glance towards the children and the elf upon the bar, Brox chuckled and spoke out.

"Skafloc, huh? I knew him. A very good man. Very good. I will tell him all about his little fan club when I run into him again, all right?" The children screamed with excitement as Brox left the Inn, curling his arms behind his head as he made his way out of the city.