Ahh, another one of my fanfics, here’s my next shot. It’ll only be set on World of Warcraft turf, and with WoW races, etc. but spells and abilities will differ. Also, there will be no Horde and Alliance(Sorry…) there will just be people…. I’ll keep this one short just to see reactions…

Chapter One! Thrilled.

”Finally! The sacred jewel of Az-” The mans sentence was cut short by a sharp sting, followed by a loud scream. It was never known why he had died, yes….Yes he had died, no-one could have survived, a crypt, miles away from civilization, stabbed and bleeding heavily. No-one had ever lived to see what had attacked him, it was rumored to be a ghost,but was it really? A man named Ancali Renaaj set out to find out.

Ancali was a simple bounty hunter, he worked for a guild of such Bounty Hunters, the best of the best. A guild that was generally anonymous (Note, the name will be revealed eventually, when I can think of a cool one.), they took the greatest and most difficult job, but such a horrible one as the one that Ancali was sent on, even they had never even touched upon.

Fortunately, Ancali was a thrill seeker with an uncanny ability to stay cool in the most nerve racking situations, he also had the uncanny ability to stay alive in most deadly situations. So there he was. His bounty, the Sacred Jewel of Azeroth, the jewel so many men had tried and failed to obtain. Of course, being the cocky little brat that he was Ancali wasn’t so interested in the Jewel, as in figuring out what had stopped so many attempts.

He was 17 at the time, but very immature for his age.

As he rode his Nightmare steed, that he called Shadow Mere, towards the zeppelin tower that would take him to the Agamand Mills, he sighed…Constantly thinking of what the ‘Ghost’ might be. Once he arrived his dismounted and un-summoned his mount, making his way up the stairs. He hastily boarded the zeppelin, it would take a while for the journey to end, so he quickly fell asleep.

He was awoken by a thundering crash, and a horrible stomach churning jolt. A group of Un-dead Scrouge Mages had shot down the ship. Luckily many of the passengers had been Paladins and warriors, so they quickly dealt with the Scrouge, while Ancali, a Blood Elf Mage made his way towards Agamand mills…

A horrible sight, that’s what it was, the plague seemed to have swept those mills horribly, luckily these monsters seemed a tad bit too stupid to think to attack him…Ancali now walked forth with caution, as he was now on accursed turf. Soon enough, he went down deep into a crypt….Deeper…Deeper….Deeper still…Until he was into a place where not many had ventured…. A large circular room, with an altar in the center of the room, and on that altar lay a shining purple jewel. Ancali quickly took up an ecstatic state, but it was cut short by a quick swish behind him, a knife cutting air. As this happened Ancali ducked under it, hearing the noise, and brought his staff up with a quick blow. As he did this, he knocked up the chin of his opponent…It wasn’t a ghost, it was an Undead Rogue….With incredible stealth. The Rogue stepped back.”What’s your name?” He asked, Ancali told him. They didn’t call him the best of the best for nothing…

The Rogue explained his story, that he had been ordered to protect the jewel by his former master, who sadly fell succumbed to the Scrouge plague. He had however, been ordered, that if someone was to over come his stealth, to let them take the jewel and protect the holder. Of course, Ancali and the Rogue (Who’s name was later revealed to be Ken Himura) journeyed back to the guild together, until the Jewel was turned in, at which point Ken declared that his work was over, and in time, he joined the guild…Him and Ancali became good friends…And would later go on several dangerous adventures together….