Prison Log #253:
The prisoners continue their habit of non-cooperation. As per the captain’s orders, the males and females have been separated into different cells and their clothing has been removed. Brennan took a right bollocking for not having this done in the first place and has now been entrusted to guarding the latrines on the outskirts of the base.
Prison Log #254:
The prisoners seem more restless than usual. Whether this is a result merely of their continued captivity or of their segregation is unclear as they continue to shout expletives at the translator when approached. I’ve caught Hayes eyeing up the blood elf girl when he thinks I’m not looking. Suppose I can’t blame him.
Prison Log #255:
A new prisoner was carted in during the night. A big black tauren with white markings all over his body. He was caught molesting some poor draenei girl not far from the base and sent three men to the infirmary when a patrol interrupted him. The captain thinks he could prove useful for labour work but a lot of the recruits think he should be executed immediately.
Prison Log #256:
The captain wants the prisoners moved. With the addition of the tauren yesterday he thinks the cells will no longer be fit to house any more Horde we capture. He’s going to oversee the move to the old barracks himself as we have no more guards to spare for such a task. Some of the newer recruits are a bit wary of moving such a group with so few swords but the captain doesn’t foresee any problems, they’re unarmed and naked after all.
They had found her skulking outside the Stormwind Keep on wet a summer’s evening. She’d been well armoured and had been eyeing up an important looking nobleman with a blade in her hand, ready to strike.
She had cut down the first four guards who’d tried to capture her with ease. The next four proved somewhat luckier, only suffering severe wounds as she had tried to make her escape, while another six got away with minor injuries. In the end it had taken almost an entire platoon to finally apprehend her.
Her armour and weapons removed, they marched her naked through the city streets. The Stockades were her eventual destination, though not her final one they thought. A guard killer would almost certainly face execution in their near future. But the soldiers escorting her had other ideas first. Taking a shortcut through Old Town, they found themselves on a deserted pathway that no longer saw much travel after Deathwing’s attack. The city slept while the guards had their fun.
The lieutenant had the privilege of taking her first, opting for her mouth as his port of call. His men looked on, like good soldiers they obeyed orders and waited their turn. By the turn of midnight, they had all had their way with her before finally handing her over to the gaolers.
But she had been patient, never crying out and taking everything and anything that the guards gave her, to their joy and their chagrin. None of them ever expected that she would escape the city later that night, or that not a single one of them would ever live to see the morrow…
After a long day of mining throughout Elwynn Forest with little results, our young heroine spots an abandoned looking mine off in the distance. Not one to pass up an opportunity for potential loot, she quickly makes her way towards it.
Venturing deep inside reveals that the mine is bountiful indeed. She picks every last piece of copper ore that can be found before reaching a large room with a dead end. Laden down with her spoils, she decides to grab one last node and make her way back to Goldshire.
Suddenly, mid-swing, she hears a voice from behind her.
“You no take candle.” it says.
She turns around to see a small rat-like creature at the entrance to the room, a lit candle adorning its misshapen head.
“Oh. Hello there, I thought this mine was abandoned.” she says, all smiles.
“You no take candle!” the creature says again, more forcefully this time.
“Candle? I don’t need any candles. I’m here for the copper, little guy. There’s plenty of candles at the Lion’s Pride Inn.”
“You no take candle!” it repeats once more. The creature begins to advance towards her, with more of them revealing themselves from behind.
Before she realises what’s happening, they’re on her, removing her armour and tearing at the clothing underneath. Her mining pick drops to the ground and her loot spills out across the cave floor.
She tries and fails to reach for the pick and her shouts of defiance are muffled as one of the creatures forces itself into her mouth.
Looks like she’s going to have to let this one play out…