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This is a World of Warcraft Fan Fiction. Originally started as a RP competition in my guild about your own characters, however I wanted to make a full story and kept going.

_Enter two paladins and a sexy druid trying to stop an Undead Worgen army. _

(Note: I do not subscribe to any wow books and I am not trying to base this off of any major characters. To understand most of what I write about you need to be famiiar with at least the stories around Arthas and the Scythe of Elune/Worgen.)

Chapter 1

I woke up late, starting down a bottle of Redridge's finest.

Goldshire's nightclub is quite the rush.

I think the beat is still going.

Oh thats just my head, ugh.

The Inn itself is rampant with all races looking for some.... harmony.

After graduating the Paladin Academy in Stormwind, all the cadets decided it was best to party.

Just cause were devoted to the light doesn't mean we can't have a good time.

Lord Grayson Shadowbreaker taught me as much.

The old commander couldn't help but reminisce on some war stories and the victory parties.

Though sometimes it was just TMI... I did not need to hear that story about the gnome and the draenie and the ragnaros plushie.

"Did some drop an anvil on me?"

I could literally feel the veins in my head throbbing.

Being a Dwarf might give me nice constitution, but the Academy kept a dry policy on all active students.

Just graduating hit the green light for good liquor.

"You hit the rum pretty hard Holy."

Michael had always been one to state the obvious.

Human, Not very bright, but loyal to a fault.

Good guy to have for a partner, decent looks with blue eyes and blond hair.

Just not the most insightful.

Still, more than one girl appreciated his simple speech.

His complements flowed as much as the liquor last night.

Though it my just be because they were receptive.

The Core is highly competitive and any female in the corps isn't looking for a boyfriend.

Your as likely to get slapped as you are to get a mace in your face for flirting.

"Just making up for lost time and please drop the Holy title, were already paladins, call me..."

"You were still top of the class Holy, the title of Holy is an honor you should embrace.

It inspires people to see the Academy's finest, and your a mini celebrity"

True, being so the Holy last night was quite the icebreaker.

"ok, ok. We need to report to Grayson for our first assignment."

Michael and I left our rooms in the cathedral square.

The Cathedral bells went off, noon already.

"We need to move, are appointment is in 10 minutes"

"well then lets summon our chargers"

Sigh.

"I guess so."

"oh come on man, Ricky didn't mean to buck you."

"Doesn't mean he isn't an a runty mammoth in disguise."

Paladin charges are bound to paladin's early in their training.

Most of the time the bond of horse and paladin through the light is a beautiful and wonderful thing.

Chargers bearing the light wielders down upon their foes.

Ricky takes it a step further, sending me flying at my foes.

Or into any apple tree nearby, I swear he does it on purpose to knock one down.

The Light.

Strength and warmth, given to those deemed worthy to battle the forces of Dark.

Focusing on the warmth and love allows me to bring forth my connection with Ricky.

A small flash occurs and a neigh in my ears.

"Easy boy, We need to get moving or we will be late for our first assignment"

Ricky glaces at me then off at the trees by the canals.

"I promise I'll get you some apples right after, but please we need to get to the cathedral fast"

He snorts, the glint in his eye tells me I better make good on it or there would be some payback.

I mount up, Michael mounts his own charger, Bella.

She's a total sweetheart, never blackmails Michael for bonus apples.

Ricky may be fickle, but he is fast, Bella too.

Michael and I arrive at Grayson's office with a couple minutes to spare.

"hello boys, have some fun last night?" Grayson asks.

"I heard night elves ladies thought this graduation had quite a fine crop of paladins."

Farmer, turned solider, turned paladin, turned warhero, turned commander of the Paladin Corps.

AND HE STILL TALKS LIKE THE FIRST.

Such a storied man from the first two wars and he is so down to earth.

Guess its in his bones, or he eats alot of cheese.

"It was Glorious sir" Michael said,

"I understand the need to focus on the light, but being out in the world again after 5 years!"

"and the ladies, ahh some ladies who are not competing for rank or trying to see my homework."

"I entertained one or two on the dance floor, but Holy, HA!"

"Who knew that Holy's feet....ahh... uhm"

My hard stare finally got through Michael's thick skull.

I might not be the best dancer, but fighting and dancing are nothing alike.

I don't care what all those books say!

Only my rep as the Holy of the class gained me any respect.

"It was a fun night sir, one I'm sure all the graduating cadets deserve." I said.

"We are reporting for our first assignment."

Grayson shifts around his desk, pulling out a bound letter.

"Want to keep your first assignment all professional, ok Holy" Grayson handed me the letter.

"Darkshire is having reports of undead in their crypts."

"I thought the Argent Crusade stamped that out when they came through?" I said.

"The Crusade did deal with the necromancers, however this has a fun twist!" Grayson said.

I waited for him to elaborate.

Grayson just sat there and waggled his eyebrows.

He's looking forward to this, guess he has to get his kicks somehow.

Might as well find out, I slit the letter open.

My Jaw dropped. This isn't right.

"This has got to be a hoax sir, are you really sending us on a mission like this?"

"On the contrary Holy, lowest level paladins always start out on fact finding missions." Grayson said.

"You may have been top of your class, but your still at the bottom of the Core."

"Investigate and report back, you would meet your contact in the Darkshire inn."

I salute and Michael follows.

"Yes sir" we shout.

"Dismissed"

Out of Grayson's office the next few days are looking to be a complete bust.

No shots at glory this time, oh well.

"Holy, come on, how bad can it be. Its our first mission, you should be excited." Michael said.

"Here take a look, then tell me there is 10 Kegs of Brewfest Rum stashed in your closet." I said.

"We could use the drinks for this goose chase."

Michael flips open the letter and yells.

"UNDEAD WORGEN AWESOME! Our first mission is gonna be epic."

"Michael your an idiot."

"What, how can you not be excited, this is pefect for our first mission?" Michael asks.

I stop, time to play teacher, again.

"Michael, Worgen are immune to the plague and the Vrykul."

"Necromancers could pull this off, but not in these numbers."

"Necromancers have to concentrate to keep the construct mobile and the Argent Crusade demolished the last cult."

"There can't be a whole pack of them, one or two max, and even then human skeletons are less work."

"The Scythe of Elune's magic is still partially active even in death, this is why worgen stay worgen during death."

"Otherwise they would revert back to their original race." I said.

"So what, getting bit by an undead worgen makes people worgen anyways!?" Michael asks.

"No, but the worgen's bestial instincts will still fight the necromancer."I said.

"Having 15 to 20 raging beasts in your head while coordinating an attack on a town, no way."

"This is a hoax and were just gonna have to check it out and get back."

"Hopefully well having something substantial to do for are next mission."

"Well at least were out of the Citadel, 5 years training in a church." Michael said.

"I could use a change of pace."