Ragefire Captive - Chapter 1 - LFG
#1 of Ragefire Captive
RAGEFIRE CAPTIVE
by Merle
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Any creative criticism is much-welcomed! Please tell me anything that could use some work! Also, since no-one seems to be able to tell this - Jateej's name is pronounced "ya tee ya". I don't understand what's so confusing about it, it makes perfect sense in Elvish. :)
All characters are copyright me, but feel free to use 'em in whatever (just give credit where it is due, please). Also, please link me if you do, I'd love to see it!
Now, sit back and relax, and enjoy Ragefire Captive...(based on a true story!)
Part 1 - LFG
As soon as she woke up, Jateej knew that she was in trouble.
Despite the throbbing of her head, the blood elf's memory had no trouble retrieving the last memories it had formed. The excursion into the chasms beneath Orgrimmar - her first visit to the Horde's capital. The joy of battle, her sword shining as it caught the dull angry light of lava pools. The sheer intoxicating drunkenness of victory, as trogg and cultist alike fell to her and her comrades - standing blade to blade with a demon twice her height, and dealing the fatal blow to that monstrous satyr.
Then, the journey back to the surface - when she was unwary, lost her companions in the tunnels, and blundered into a group of surviving cultists.
Alone and outnumbered, there was really no doubt as to the outcome. Her sword cut deeply, but not nearly enough, and she was quickly overwhelmed. A sense of anger, shame, despair as she struggled to avoid blow after blow, a heavy impact from the side, pain, and - nothing.
As she fought her way back to full consciousness, Jateej took stock of her situation. She was bound, hands behind her, legs bent at the knees and ankles tied to her wrists with what felt like rough leather. Though her weapons and armor had been taken, she was left in a shirt and small-clothes; the ground behind her back felt like rock, but was surprisingly warm.
Wary of the throbbing in her head, Jateej cracked open an eye - was rewarded with a view of dim reddish light, and realized with a sinking feeling that she was still somewhere in Ragefire. The room was a small cave, torches staining the ceiling with soot to augment the lava-light from outside. Several orcs were standing in the doorway, but before she could get a good look at any of them her vision was blocked by the hem of a crimson robe.
The elf belated realized that the light from her eyes would have instantly drawn attention in the dim room, and cursed fluently to herself.
Her captor hauled Jateej roughly to a kneeling position, her legs quickly starting to ache from the hard stone floor, and a strong grip yanked her head back by the hair. She gritted her teeth and let out a hiss of pain as her eyes fixed on the orc's face - one of the cultists who had defeated her, his beard kept short to match a bristly black mane of hair, giving him an oddly leonine appearance. One of his tusks gleamed red against the dull green skin, and a long-healed wound trailed its mark down the left side of his face.
He grinned toothily at her discomfort, then backhanded Jateej to the floor.
Her head struck stone and she let out a pained grunt, stars dancing at the edge of her vision. She retained the presence of mind, though, to start twisting in her bonds as she lay there, determined to free herself and return the favor to that mud-spawned orc.
His hand grasped her ponytail once more, and she snarled out something involving his mother and a herd of kodo. In return, he laughed and hoisted her full off the ground, the elf's hair supporting her full weight.
She could not hold back the yelp of pain fully this time, and he bounced her a couple of times, making the paladin snarl epithets as her body swung freely - the bonds on her hands still tight and sure.
Before she could run short of questionable assertions of his ancestry and sexual proclivities, the orc backhanded her again. This time, her teeth clicked shut and caught the tip of her tongue, drawing blood.
Jateej growled at the sharp pain, her eyes tearing up. Taking a moment to gather it, she spat a glob of bloody spittle at the leonine orc's face; it fell short, tinting his robe a deeper red where it landed. He laughed again at that and dropped her; she managed to catch the force on her back rather than knees or ankle, and while the floor knocked the breath out of her, she avoided a broken bone or something similarly nasty. As she gasped and fought for air, though, the orc put a foot on her stomach and pressed down, forcing her flat to the floor. He spoke in a surprisingly well-educated accent in her own tongue.
"Well, my foolish little elf, it seems you should have been more careful...many of my brethren are dead, idiots that they were, but not all. It was a stroke of luck to find you wandering, though - nothing like...companionship...to raise spirits all round."
A chill went down Jateej's spine as she realized what had been lurking at the edge of her mind - why had they kept her alive once they caught her? Given her low rank in the Blood Knights, she might be worth avenging, but hardly worth a ransom. There was only one plausible answer, but she had been too horrified at the prospect to let herself think of it.