The light was just shining a few feet about his head. Anslym used his hoofed legs and tail to propel himself out of the water just at the edge of the dock in Stormwind. His head broke the surface of the cold, slimy, harbour water and he greedily suck in air into his oxygen deprived lungs. Pleading to the spirits, the water began swirling below him and eventually lifted him out of the water and onto the dock gracefully where the wind whipped around him drying his clothes and hair in a haphazard way. Anslym would have made it to the dock fully dry had his water-walking spell not given out at the last moment.
“You useless piece of non-land, I should summon Ragnaros himself to evaporate you forsaken, wet, overgrown puddle!” Anslym ranted at the water. “As for those Naga at the bottom, I should pull the plug at the bottom of the ocean and watch them swirl around and be pulled into oblivion! All those men died for no good reason. I hope that bloody kraken…”
The dock workers and sailors though Anslym had hit the cups too hard (and they would know).
“… and your mother!”
“I leave you alone for a few weeks and you already go crazy,” said a familiar voice, laughing.
“Stalkuren!” Anslym turned to embrace his friend. Stalk had been called away by the Wardens of Hyjal to protect the sacred land from the fire lord. Meanwhile the Earthen Ring had summoned Anslym to help out in the depths of Vashj’ir. It hadn’t ended well. Anslym’s ship was attacked just outside of the harbour and he was dragged away by Naga only to escape, battle some horde, and then lose the elemental lord of water to the Naga.
“How was Hyjal?” Anslym asked.
“Just as I remember it,” Stalkuren said, reminiscent, “Well it was a little scorched, but I took care of it. We forced Ragnaros back into the fire lands but it won’t be long before we have to face him again. How about Vashj’ir?”
“Your ancestors were less than hospitable. They kidnapped the elemental lord and nearly killed me.”
“I hope you weren’t looking for an apology from me.” Anslym gave a venomous look at Stalkuren, “I brought you some flowers that only grow up in Hyjal if that makes up for it?”
“It does,” Anslym said as he took the bag from him, he cringed as he looked inside; it looked like someone had just ripped them from the ground, “So what brings you to Stormwind other than to give me a bunch of Stormvine?”
“I’d rather not say out in the open. Usual spot?”
* * * *
On top of one of the spires that dotted the sky above Stormwind’s keep sat Druid and Shaman, catching up on all that they had missed.
“So the Cenarion Circle is sending me to the Eastern Plaguelands to train some druid by the name of Zen’kiki. Apparently he is somewhat horrible when it comes to nature.”
“I remember Nobundo sent me to train a shaman by the name of Phendera, I still have the scars to prove it. If I may ask why are you in Stormwind then? If your destination is Eastern Plaguelands shouldn’t you have taken the boat from Theramore to Menethil harbour and just flown north?”
“Usually yes but it turns out that half of Menethil is under the sea after the Cataclysm and it isn’t safe to travel through the Barrens any longer, not that there was much security in it before anyway.” It was true, the Barrens was primarily in Horde territory, to the North was Ashenvale forest, to the Northeast was Durotar and the primary city for the Horde, Ogrimmar, meanwhile to the west were the Tauren lands and the high bluffs of Thunderbluff.
“So how did you…,” Anslym trailed off.
“I travelled through Moonglade to Darnassus and then took a boat to Stormwind. I then plan to take the Tram to Ironforge and get a flight to Menethil and from there travel to the plaguelands. How did travelling the young shaman go?”
“Ah, well you see Phendera only had training in elemental style combat. She tended to set searing totems down that attacked friends. Her air abilities kept blowing her into things, and her earth bind totem rooted everything but its intended target. I tried teaching her in the way of restoration but out in the field she kept missing us and healing our opposition. Eventually she got so angry she threw down some totems that imbued her weapons with the elements and she began hacking away at the dummy till nothing was left. She is now a proud member of the Earthen Ring as an enhancement shaman.”
“That’s nice a happy ending. I wonder what will happen with Zen’kiki.”
“There is a way to find out.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well I’ve been thinking how I can regain the gold I lost in Vashj’ir and I think it’s time to break out the cards.”
“You still have those things?” Stalkuren asked amazed.
“I think so, they must be somewhere inside my bank vault,” Anslym cringed when he thought back to all the things he had stored in there over the years.
“Well then let’s go!” Stalkuren said as he did a front flip off the roof turning into a storm crow and took off. Before the storm crow faded from view Anslym dug into his bag and took out a potion, with a quick sip he too turning into a storm crow and raced off towards the Stormwind bank.