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Legacy of the Azerothian Skies 1: Trouble in Thunder Bluff

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"Pirate Captain Rabid Jane Ebonymane. For your transgressions on the waters of the Horde, piracy, mass genocide, verbal assaults against our honor guards of Thunder Bluff, the dishonor of you stealing from victims of war in Northrend. Even if what you did back at the Broken Shore was admirable, your past crimes won't be forgiven by us. We already sent a courier to Forward Command to speak about a trial against you with both the Horde and Alliance able to speak your crimes. What do you have to say in your defense, worgen?" Baine Bloodhoof, the Tauren chieftain, asked as he looked at the worgen sitting on her knees in just her underwear, the worgen soon looking up at the tauren before giving a wicked smirk, "Aye, I got something to say to ye, bovine. Once I git me hands around yer precious neck, I will turn ye into a steak and eat ye in front of yer own people. Perhaps with some steak sauce. Mark me word, no one defies Rabid Jane. No one! And shave me belly with a rusty razor!"

One of the honor guards came over to her and hit the back of her head with the butt of his axe, "You dishonorable seadog." The worgen grinned at the tauren before licking her muzzle, "Maybe ye will be me dessert." Baine lifted his weapon at her, "Take her away and put her in stocks. We will have a visitor soon. A hero bringing us hopefully a tale to tell."

The worgen laughed and looked at the tauren chieftain as she was brought away by the honor guards. This is Rabid Jane, the captain of the former pirate ship known as The Wet Mutt. The tales of her cruelty and prowess in combat were merely tales for those who had never met her, but those who had met her all agreed on one thing, she was completely insane in the membrane. A reason for her insanity might have come from her childhood, as it wasn't any luxurious or even noble with it.

Many years ago, at the southwestern coast of Gilneas, the cries of a newborn filled the peaceful home as the proud father and mother and their five little boys watched as Krennan Aranas proudly handed over the newborn girl to the mother, "Blessed be ye, mister and miss Hayward, It is a quite quaint baby girl." The mother held the crying girl close to her before she stopped crying and had her first ever meal from her mother as the brothers looked at her, "A girl? Now ain't that something." The mother looked at them, "Boys, be nice to her. She is yer little sister after all." The boys smiled, "We know, mom. Just wanna see her." The father looked at them, "Ye will see her when she has had some rest." The boys ran out of the house to play outside as Krennan smiled, "Ye never thought ye had a girl, did ye?" The father shook his head, "I would be lying if I said I did."

The days of her youth were spent mostly running after her brothers and playing the days away, even if most of her days after turning 8 years old was spent crying as a mysterious sickness took the life of her mother and a sudden attack by a massive ettin by the name of Koroth claimed the life of her father, forcing her brothers to help her grow up to a wonderful young lady.

However, like any fairytale would begin, reports of mysterious creatures known as worgen began to emerge throughout Gilneas and when the news reached Duskhaven, the call to arms made Jane sign up as a protector with her good friend Samantha to defend Gilneas against the vile creatures. It had looked good and seemed like they were winning, but as fate would have it, their stand at Light's Dawn Cathedral was compromised when the worgen jumped through the stained glass windows and delivered the bite that would change their lives.

"Urgh, wh're am I? And wherefore doest mine own headeth did hurt?" She asked herself before hearing the voices near her, "I am not giving up on ye. I don't have a cure for the Curse yet... but there are treatments. Ye will have control again." The voice was so calming and hopeful, even under that savage beast trying to control her. Footsteps approached and she was opening her eyes to look at the noble in black clothes, black cloak, thick glasses and a black top hat, "Most wondrous, yond geez'r again!" her mind was clouded by her hatred for him as he spoke, "Give it up, Krennan. It's time to put this one down. It's protocol."

Her ears adjusted and she noticed now, she was one of them. She was a worgen and she was not ready to go down without a fight, "Protocol? Thee bethink keeping thy people alive is less imp'rtant than following protocol?" She was about to rant more, but she was silenced as the noble slapped her across the face, "Quiet, ye mutt! I could execute ye right here and now!" The noble lifted the flintlock pistol, locked the hammer into place, almost pulling the trigger before a voice spoke up behind him, "Tell me, Godfrey. Those that stayed in Gilneas City so that we could live. Were they following protocol?" Godfrey looked at his king and was silent until he was pushed aside, "I didn't think so. Now hand me that potion, Krennan..." He looked at Jane before making his voice harsh, "...and double the dosage." Once the potion was ready, Jane opened her mouth to drink down the mixture of mandrake, silverleaf and earthroot, the bitter taste making her want to throw it up, but she kept it down for her own sake.

Once the potion had worked, she was let out of the stocks she was in and was given proper equipment for the fight they had against the Forsaken. The spark of life and eager not having left the girl even after her transformation into a worgen. But at the order of Prince Liam, they had been forced into exodus by the king's order. And Jane had asked to be the one to inform her family, which had not been the smartest move.

"Standeth backeth! Backeth, thee foul beast!" Her older brother Sebastian called out as she approached, her ears lowered as if asking to be forgiven for her transgression upon her own home, "Brother, it's me, Jane!" Sebastian lowered his rifle before noticing the family necklace hanging from her neck, "Jane? It really is ye?" Jane sighed, "Art thee still pretending to beest in loveth with yond wench?"

The reunion had been short-lived as her brothers had decided to leave by boat to avoid the Forsaken's attention and knowing their stupidity, she had not questioned their decision and helped them fight off the sudden flood of Forsaken before getting them the stuff they needed, watching them setting sail and leaving silently towards the southeast while she headed back to Duskhaven.

As the campaign against the Forsaken was near its end, Jane watched as Prince Liam had taken a poison arrow meant for his father and after the bombardment of the Forsaken forces, now having backup of orcs, the newfound allies of the Gilneans, the Night Elves, offered them a home within the city of Darnassus and that was where their ship was heading.

When stepping onto the dock at Rut'theran Village, Jane used her new ability to shift back into her human self again, sighing happily to brush along her face again, "Jane!" The half growly voice made Jane jump as she turned around to witness a grey worgen running towards her, the same ability soon shifting it into a familiar face and Jane screamed loudly, "Samantha!" Both of the women hugged one another tightly and everyone around them just smiled.

Setting into a life in Darnassus was easy for Jane and Samantha, both enjoying to learn the various trades of profession and the night elves didn't seem to object to teaching them what they knew and as time kept flowing on, both of them became good in their crafts, becoming something of a go-to pair whenever a gift was needed.

It wasn't until a courier from Stormwind came to the footstep of Jane's home that her life changed, "Letter for Jane Hayward." Jane walked to the courier and took the letter, "Yond is me. Thanketh thee, and have a valorous day." The courier bowed and left as Jane opened the letter and began to read, "Dear Jane Hayward. It is with great sorrow that I must inform you that your brothers have been killed in a ship raid on a Horde dock. Sadly I can inform that we couldn't acquire anything of sentimental value at all as we couldn't tell what was yours and what was that of the Horde. No matter what you are gonna go through, remember that we of the Alliance will never forget their noble sacrifice. Signed King Varian Wrynn."

Dropping the letter, Jane fell onto her knees and began to cry, covering her face as Samantha came down the stairs, "Jane?" Samantha reached down to pick up the letter before reading it quickly for herself and looked down at Jane, still crying before her body began to expand in size and bones cracking into new places was heard and a growl of a rabid beast filled the air.

A sentinel made her way closer, "Excuse me, ma'am. But is something wrong?" The only thing she could hear was a snarl as out of the house came Jane and before the sentinel could react, she felt two daggers plunging into her chest before she was kicked off and into the nearby lake, Samantha's voice calling out as she had turned herself into a worgen and tried to hold back Jane, who growled angrily and tried to get loose from the hold, "Alloweth me wend, Samantha! Those gents hath killed mine own brothers! Those gents hath killed those folk!"

The trial in Darnassus for what Jane had done was cut short at the request of king Greymane himself to treat her and help her regain control of her violent side, forcing her to drink another potion from Krennan. It had been a success, or so they thought, as Samantha had asked to have a potion too.

Things had not turned out well as during the Lunar Festival, Jane had lost her mind again, this time slaying seven sentinels before stealing a supply of daggers and guns. The sentinels had been hot on their heels all the way from Moonglade until losing track of her as Samantha had stealthed them both, "Jane, what shalt we doth?" Jane looked at Samantha, about to growl, but saw that Samantha had the same look as her, the look of loyalty with a lack of copper bolts, "We shalt stealeth a ship and saileth hence. I did get nay loveth for the Alliance and the Horde, so I rather dealeth with it mine own way. By bringing teen and misery on those who ist art luckier than me!"

It had been at this point that the legendary pirate Rabid Jane Ebonymane was born and by her side, her loyal friend Samantha, now known as Shadisa Greymane. The tales expanding over seas about skirmishes on innocents, murders so gruesome it made the culling of Stratholme look tame and goblin ships being raided of all their gold, silver and copper, including various weapons, and Alliance ships didn't fare any better. If anything, she put more effort into attacking Alliance ships than Horde ships, all while singing her favorite song, "Gather up all of thee crew! It's time to galleon out Gilnean brew! Sea wind blows. To whar? Who knows? Thee waves will be our guide! O'er across the ocean's tide, rays of sunshine far and wide, birds they sing of cheerful things, in circles passing by!"

All those memories in her mind, a troubled past that made her what she is. Standing once again in a stock, this time completely naked except for her pirate captain's hat as the tauren looked at her, trying to see how she would react to them staring, which did have a result they wanted from her, "What ye looking at, ye perverted bovine?" None of them replied to her, "I said, what be ye perverts looking at?"

It was then that Jane felt her legs being pushed apart before a rather heavy voice spoke behind her, "Very beautiful one. Lets see if she is just as tight." Jane felt something pushing against her vulva and tried to push her legs shut, but it was too late as the thick bovine dick pushed itself deep into her, making Jane cry out in pain from being invaded. Her insides spreading around the big bull cock forcing itself in and out of her, "Ohhh, she is tight. You are right, she is a good offering for our alliance." Jane whimpered as she felt the thrusts growing more rapid and how he was soon grabbing onto her breasts, playing with them as he spoke, "She would make a prime mother for kids. Too bad for her she will never get to know it."

Jane felt tears forming in her eyes as the tauren kept violating her for almost ten minutes before giving off a rather loud groan and Jane cried out as her cervix was pushed through and the warm tauren seed filled her up, causing her much discomfort, especially when he pulled out of her and smiled, "Baine, she is a good sacrifice. All of my guards will have a turn with her too." That was the last Jane heard before she fainted.

When Jane came back to her senses, she noticed it was night and the honor guards stood near her. She coughed and felt how she was drooling cum out of her maw and also how her pussy and ass was sore, "They left nothing out." The guards looked at her, "We sure didn't and you should be happy. The trial will be tomorrow. You just sleep there."

Jane cried deep inside. Why did she let the newcomer onto the ship? It was a mistake and now she had been betrayed by them. The anger filled her and she began to fight to get loose from the stocks, but to no avail. "Shadisa, whar be ye?" The soft sound of approaching feet made the guards listen carefully, "Did you hear that?" Jane tried to listen too before the sound of the guard to her left hitting the ground as the other one soon began to cough up blood when his throat was cut open and how he fell into the water, being forcefully held underwater until he died and the stealth went off as Shadisa smiled to Jane, "Missed me, cap'n?"

Jane smiled as she looked at Shadisa, "Now that is how I remember ye, Shadisa. A kill that won't be noticed so easily." Shadisa walked over to Jane and soon noticed the tally on the stocks, "Five, ten, fifteen, nineteen. Ye took nineteen of them? Ye be more open than N'Zoth." Jane growled as Shadisa let her go and quickly tossing her the outfit she had been transported in and Jane quickly put it on, hearing a faint whimper from nearby, "I think I heard someone. Lets go check it out."

Shadisa nodded and followed her captain until they noticed inside a hut, tied with the arms behind her back, was a bear creature of sorts. Jane looked confused when she approached it, "Ye okay?" The bear creature looked up at them before shaking her head, "No, they are planning to sell me off like a slave." Jane looked at her and noticed she seemed isolated and probably was one of the slaves a lover of thick girls could buy. But she was thinking as Shadisa approached her, "We gonna get you out of here."

The bear creature nodded, "Thank you. I am Xueyu." Jane thought a bit and then remembered, "Ye're one of those Pandaren, right?" Xueyu nodded and felt Shadisa cutting off her ropes, "Thanks, and yes, I am. Now, lets get out of here."

Shadisa stealthed them both as they moved in the shadows and with their grappling hooks they were soon noticing an airship at the dock for zeppelin, guarded by three tauren, two bulls and one cow. Shadisa waved for them to follow her as they approached the three guards, two of them seeming to notice them, but the third looked around to try and spot it, "What are you looking at?" Shadisa pointed at one of the guards and then at herself, Jane handing the pandaren a pair of daggers and with a leap from each of them, the cow was decapitated while the bulls were kicked off from the dock, their bodies hitting the ground with a loud thump and together Jane, Shadisa and Xueyu climbed onto the airship and began to steer away from the dock as a paladin came running and didn't notice the surprise that Jane had left on the dock as a small explosive charge went off behind him and he fell forward towards his apparent demise, leaving both Shadisa and Xueyu to relax while Jane was singing her favorite song and steered towards new adventures, unknowingly followed by a strange bird.

The End.