Grunts Epilogue

The door to the shop burst open and an orc filled the hole. He walked in and stood towering above the small undead female. He looked down at her and she shrank back under his gaze- only one other orc had ever looked at her like that.

“Where is she?” the orc demanded, “Tell me.”

“She’ s not here,” the undead female as she now had figured out who this orc was. “You’ re not allowed to see her anyway.”

“Tell me where she is or I’ ll finish the job the scourge started on you,” he said and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her off the ground.

“Jarax?” gasped another voice. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you,” Jarax said. “I have had a really bad day.”

“Ok put Izumi down then and we’ ll go some where to talk,” Varlet said and placed a hand gently on his arm.

Izumi was dropped to the floor and forgotten by both of them; they left as she struggled to catch her breath. Zujin would not be pleased about this and no doubt she would bear the brunt of his anger for failing to stop them.

Varlet was gone for over a week and when she did return Zujin was there and was not happy they both went into the back room. The two had an argument that was so loud that Izumi heard it from the other side of the shop.

With his weeks leave over Jarax returned to Crossroads sporting many new bruises and bite wounds. The flight was not as thrilling as the first flight he had taken but in none the less was enjoyable. He time with Varlet had helped him come to terms what had happened to his friends and squad members.

As he landed he noticed the presence of a group Taurens he had never seen before. They also saw him and began to move in his direction.

“Sergeant Jarax!” one of them called as they formed a half circle around him.

“That’s me,” Jarax said not sure what was going on.

“You and your squad under arrest for the murder of Scarhorn Longstride,” the tauren replied. “You will accompany us to Thunder bluff for trail by order of Tala Longstride.”

Jarax became aware that every one was looking at him; the settlement had come to a stand still. He looked over each for the eight Tauren in front of him, this did not look good.

“Take him,” The tauren ordered, the closest of the eight began to walk towards Jarax.
Then suddenly stopped and screamed in agony as an arrow imbedded its self in his knee.

“Jarax!” called a voice, it was Nyako, she and Saku were riding Frostwolfs, Saku was actually firing from his and though his arrows apart form the first one failed to hit anything they scattered all who were in front of them.

Nyako who held the rains of a third wolf, threw them to Jarax who while the wolf was still moving mounted and followed them out of Crossroads and headed north. The Taurens mounted their own Kodo’s and gave chase.

Saku fell back beside Jarax and began to fire back at their pursuers steering his wolf with his legs. Like before he failed to hit any of them but his fire kept the taurens distracted with avoiding his arrows and so allowed the three of them to build up a lead.

When they reach the gate with Ashenvale they saw Bardo resting against it and as soon as they were through he ‘accidentally’ closed it. Now safe from capture the other two led Jarax to where a small group waited for them.

Three of them were Nyako’s dad, brother, and sister; the others were First Sergeant Zargh and Tora.

“You’re all in big trouble,” Nyako’s father stated. “Scarhorn’s mother is powerful in tauren society and killing her favorite son did not make her happy with you.” He explained.

“Yes and she has used her power to have you charge with his murder,” Zargh told them. “You need to lie low until we can sort this whole mess out, some where there is no horde or alliance influence.”

“Where do you suggest?” Jarax asked.

“Everlook, its run by the Steamwheedle Cartel,” Zargh suggested, “take these tokens they will allow you safe passage through Timbermaw hold and into Wintersprings.” They each took a token.

“Oh and before you go,” Nyako’s father said, “Saku you know that Seiko will not survive the cold up there very long he is a plains cat.” Nyako’s told the hunter, Saku nodded sadly. “Well take this young wolf as a companion while you’re up there, his name is Shimo and like his parents here he can survive in the cold temperatures you’ll find in Wintersprings.”

“A puppy,” Nyako said happily and began to hug the smaller wolf.

The two groups said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Jarax, Saku and Nyako now mounted black haired wolfs and headed north towards Felwood and then Wintersprings to begin their time as exiles.