Corruption: The Meeting
_ I am an avid WoW player, and a gay man. It quite disappoints me that I find myself among the extreme minority on the game that roleplay a gay male draenei (or orc for that matter). As a matter of fact, I have only ever ran into two other gay male players that played said races. I decided to start a small story, that would help me get some things out of my ever going imagination and present it to the public. This is my first time ever doing so._
I hope people enjoy the start. I know, no hawt action. Yet anyway.
This story takes place in the world of warcraft.
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"Please step in Vindicator Aldoon." The Prophet Velen spoke loudly as he heard the knock on his door. Aldoon, a large dark blue skin draenei wrapped in plate armor slowly entered the room. Even though he was one of Velen's personal vindicators, he felt nervous each time entering. The room was no different from any other personal living quarters on the Exodar. A table, a bed, several magical based crystal lights, and tons of scrolls piled up in shelves.
Aldoon closed the door behind himself, turning around with a salute of respect. Velen gave a smile. "Even though this is an urgent meeting, you do know how I enjoy talking to someones face, and not their armor."
I already messed up.
Aldoon carefully pulled his helmet off around his curled ram-like horns. Four large, dark blue tendrils fell out of the helmet, as his face became more visable. His matted helmet hair black, as well as the goatee that rested on his face. Aldoon's nervous glowing white eyes shifted about, doing anything but looking at Velen before he kneeled. "My apologies Prophet, I forgot-"
Velen gave a laugh, interrupting Aldoon. "It is quite fine young one. We are awating our second guest." Aldoon blinked, slowly standing up. Velen demanded that Aldoon take a seat, as there would be much to explain soon. Aldoon fidgeted in his plate armor, setting his oversized shield, and large one handed mace on the ground with a sigh before he himself sat on one of the chairs.
I wonder who could be coming that would require me to be here?
His question was quickly answered as the door opened, with two other vindicators escorting a muscle bound, half naked draenei man. The mans fists were shackled together, and completely covered. His ankles were chained together as to only give him enough slack to walk. The draenei had dark gray skin, as opposed to the traditional shades of blue. His chest covered with hair that trailed down across his stomach to his tight prisoner pants. Aldoon's dark blue cheeks immediately began to flush a purple color as he realized he was giving a bit of a stare at the new arrival.
Velen motioned for the escorts to leave. After they did so, the dark gray draenei immediately kneeled down in respect of Velen. His head hung in what seemed to be shame and depression. "Aldoon, this is Valuur. A man wrongfully convicted of being a traitor, and the slaughter of ten vindicators. This happened three months after we crash landed here." Valuur's head immediately shot up, looking straight at Velen. His eyes filled with hope, and happiness at what he just heared.
Aldoon gave a slight smile as he looked from Valuur to Velen. "You see Aldoon... It was said he was working with the blood elves that helped sabatoge our ship. It didn't feel right to me. Instead of allowing the vindicators to sentence him to death, I deemed that he should be placed in one of our prison cells. I've been running a secret investigation on the side. Someone found out about it, and destroyed all of Valuur's memories of the incident."
Aldoon's features quickly turned to that of shock. "You mean there is a corrupt vindicator?! One that is among one of th-" Velen nodded, quickly cutting off Aldoon. "Correct, young one. If I am to gain access to the truth, Valuur is to regain his memory. We have tried several spells, even calling upon the help of the other races. Nothing has worked." Velen seemed genuinely concerned.
_ Who ever it is, I shall destroy them myself._
Aldoon clenched his fist. His people have been through so much. He couldn't comprehend why someone - especially that of his own kind would want to cause more strife among his people.
_ Does the demonic corruption really extend that far and is it that powerfull..._
"Aldoon. I have summoned you to take Valuur and go out into the world." Aldoon looked directly at Velen, who was already looking at him. The gaze Velen gave seemed to pierce right through his entire beign. "W-Why me?! If the corruption is this deep you need me here Prophet!" Velen just smiled and shook his head. "You are the only one I can trust with the life of this man. The information locked away in his head is important."
Aldoon looked over at Valuur, who inturn looked at him. Aldoon gave another blush, getting a real look at Valuur's face. His hair naturally spiked and black, and his eyes the traditional glowing blue. A black beard rested on his face, with two tendrils hanging out from both left and ride sides of the beard. Valuur's forhead plate stuck out much like his hair.
"You got a unique gift, Aldoon. Your compassion for others is unparalleled. I think this gift of yours, plus some freedom will help Valuur give us a break through." Aldoon looked back over at Velen, giving a nod. "I...I understand Prophet." Velen gave a clap that startled both of the other men in the room. "Good! So it is set. You will collect everything you need, as well as things for Valuur and head off immediately. I have chartered a boat from the night elves. A favor they owe."
Several hours passed before Aldoon and Valuur were finally ready. Valuur silently followed Aldoon around, keeping his gaze at the ground. Valuur was quite large, almost a foot taller than Aldoon himself. They managed to find a bit of clothes to fit Valuur, albiet a bit snug and revealing. Something that many people didn't seem to mind. Valuur finally spoke, his deep voice making Aldoon jump as he wasn't expecting it at all.
"I am sorry Sir Aldoon... If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have to deal with all of this."
Aldoon turned to look at Valuur, who was still keeping himself from looking at Aldoon at all. Aldoon frowned. He didn't want Valuur to feel this way. Aldoon genuinely wanted to help, not just cause Velen ordered him too. Aldoon walked up to Valuur, placing a armored hand on his shoulder.
"Don't be sorry Valuur. You should have a life of your own without worry. I want to help you achieve such a thing. Not just cause the Prophet told me too, but cause you deserve it."
Valuur looked up with a smile and nod that made Aldoon blush again.
He is such a gentle giant... Valuur... We have only known each other four hours, and you have only spoke once to me and yet I feel so close to you already.
Aldoon shook his head, turning pointing at the night elf boat. "Let's go!"
_ This is all going so fast. I hope I can live up to what is expected of me._