The battle for Blade’s Edge wasn’t a complete unmitigated disaster.
Just mostly so.
It started out normal enough. The ogres were beginning to harass travelers. There was even a not-so-successful attack against Mok’Nathal Village.
The idea was to bloody their nose a little bit. They could give the Laughing Skull Clan a good wallop, and they would crawl back into their canyons leaving travelers alone.
At least, that was the plan.
Khesed could have figured out that things weren’t going to go well. He still couldn’t get his thoughts straight, even on the wyvern flight to Mok’Nathal Village.
He would try to center himself. He firmly believed in the “mind-no-mind” concept of battle. Working out of instinct and years of training. He often used the wyvern flights as a time to calm his mind, clear it of distractions, and ready himself for the battle.
Today was different.
He still smelled her. He still felt her. He still saw her in his mind’s eye.
Everytime he closed his eyes to meditate, he would see her eyes looking back at him.
They landed and imediately went into formation. His squad formed up behind him quickly. They were a part of a larger group, made up of five squads; twelve combatants per squad. Each squad made up of two healers, two heavily armored meat shields, with eight heavy damage dealers made up of mages, archers, and explosive melee types.
Khesed and Krum made up the meat shield contingent. Xexell, of course, loved to light people up from afar as a fire mage.
The larger contingent made its way down into the cavern, seeing the Ogre’s huts in the distance.
About five miles out, they broke into their squads, each focusing on a particular area to subdue. They were to take out most of the leaders they come across, which would end up quelling the Ogre’s attacks for a while.
Of course, that meant looking for the largest, ugliest, utterly disgusting Ogres they could find.
Khesed’s group was responsible for the southern portion, closest to the cave route leading to the Orebor Harborage.
They attacked as they usually did. They start with the “shock and awe,” of fire balls and explosive shots.
“Sneak attack” wasn’t their normal mode of operation.
On top of it, Khesed’s mind never got into the right place.
His reactions were just a second slower than usual. His normal prayers and spells, which usually flowed from his lips, came haltingly.
Halfway through the fight, with a giant Ogre looming overhead, Khesed found himself flat on his back with a huge club coming down towards his head.
All he could see was a single Draenei face, with a single sultry-quirky smile.
A huge blast of fire brought him out of it, rocking the Ogre back; its club falling away in splinters. He see’s Krum practically leap forward, as a bullet out of a rifle, shield first, slamming into the chest of the giant beast. He heard Xexell screaming, “Khesed!”
Khesed vaguely thinks to himself, “Xexell, she must have been where the fireball came from.”
He hears a grunt come from Krum, as he takes the Ogre’s head off at the shoulders with one massive swipe of his sword.
Arising, Krum looks at him, “Khes…what is your problem!? Get up Blood Knight, before I put my everlovin’ foot up your Blood Elf ass!”
Coming to his senses, Khesed picks himself up. Faltering a bit, unsteady on his feet, Xexell comes quickly to his side. Sending off a magical bolt of ice past Khesed’s head, she takes him under his arm. Leaning upon her, they make their way to the back of the line.
Khesed never remembered very much of that battle in days to come. He took some brutal hits, and later found out that he had almost died if not for the healers on hand. The one thing he did remember was a face of a Draenei woman making its way in and out of his consciousness.
When Khesed came fully awake, he saw the huge form of Krum lying in a cot against a far wall of his room. Somehow, they had gotten him back to Shattrath City. Trying to sit up, a gasp escaped his lips. Khesed was sure that he had more than one busted rib. Krum turned over, noticing that Khesed was awake. Sitting up, “How are you doing, Khes? Feeling a bit better?”
Grimacing, Khesed said, “I’ve seen worse. You would think that the healers would have mended my ribs though.”
Krum smiled a bit, “They wanted to; but the Commander told them not to. He said something about lessons needing to be learned; and the best teacher being pain.”
“Well, aren’t I the lucky one then. The Commander being so worked up over my continuing education and all.” Khesed couldn’t help but smile at that. He knew good and well that the Commander only cared about battle readiness. If he thought you weren’t going to learn from something, he was just as quick to turn you into a cook than keep you in a battle division.
“At least he thinks I’m salvageable,” Khesed said has he gingerly poked at his bandaged ribs.
Krum looked at him, “Look Khes, I’m don’t know what’s going on. But, you need to take care of this. You were distracted out there. It almost killed you, and could have killed us as well.”
Giving Khesed a firm nod, “You need to figure out what you need to do concerning this Draenei woman. For your sake, and ours.”
Arising to leave, Krum looked back; “I’m your friend. I’m with you, no matter what happens. Just… Just, don’t be stupid. You damn Blood Elves get so caught up in yourselves. Don’t make me knock some sense into your pointy eared skull. Why you would prefer Spacegoat when there is beautiful, bountiful, wonderful Orc female flesh out there is beyond me!”
Smiling at his friend, Krum took his leave mumbling about needing something to eat.
He was right, Khesed knew it. He had to come to his senses concerning this Aldor maiden. Surely he wasn’t falling in love. Oh, by all the ancestors, NO! But, he had to admit that his inability to concentrate was overwhelming.
He needed to find her…at least one more time.
Trying to get up, he ended up falling back into the bed. The pain in his chest was just to great. He was too weak for his own healing abilities to take affect. Looked like it was going to be another day of resting before he could get back to the World’s End Tavern to possibly run into her.
Looking towards the far wall, he notices his reflection in a mirror.
“Falling in love with a Draenei, Khesed? Almost getting yourself killed? Any other great ideas, you dumb bastard?”
With that, he laid back down for some of that rest he so desperately needed.