Doomshouts Last Hunt [story]

[Gromgeth]

It was a soft and silent morning when Garros woke up to make himself ready. Garros packed his equipment before saying goodbye to some old friend he met in the Warsong Lumber Camp nearby the Demon Fall Canyon. He told him about his last quest and his friend wished him good luck. Garros was glad he could see Ashenvale where many battles had fallen for the last time with his own eyes, so many memories. Amazingly a well preparedGoblin named Gibbles accompanied him to Demon Fall Canyon, he kept talking about some treasure but Garros had little interest. He had a whole arsenal of equipedment.

During their journey towards the Canyon Gibbles kept talking on and on, it drove Garros mad. "For fel sake, shut up will ye!", Garros shouted out. He felt that he needed to concentrate, focussing on all he had learned during his life time. So many things he had seen and much more he had tried to forget. His memories lied with the Tribe and his brother. As much how he loved the old days or war the time he spent within the Tribe were the most meanigful.

As soon as they reached the Canyon Garros could scent the foul stench of demons, long has this place been rotting with them. Gibbles was looking at some map he bought from a troll back in Ogrimmar, Doomshout takes a look at the map but it was highly inaccurate. Now the goblin was even more noisy cause of the fact he was ripped off for some gold, he still believed there was treasure lying inside the Canyon. Garros declared him insane. "One more time goblin, BE QUIET!" Doomshout yelled. When the echo of Doomshouts outburst was away they could hear noises coming from the rocks above them. The two tied up their wolves to some dead tree and proceeded. Gibbles who was sure Garros was the only protection he needed was not aware of Garros' intention though Doomshout clearly made sure that the goblin should not accompany him cause of that fact. Heavy breathing with his axe ready the two walked down the Canyon not sure of what they would face. Demons for sure, but how many?

They arrived at the monument of Grommash Hellscream, the Red Blades have been here not so long ago. The footprints could still be seen, but not only orc footprints. The goblin suddenly jumped up and ran towards a chest that was covered in dirt in the distance. Garros was peering around, he knew. To his dissapointment the chest was empty and the goblin cried it out, Doomshout quickly shut the goblin up by covering his mouth with his hand. The old orc breathed heavily while he looked in the darkness. Gibbles who was finally silent also felt the preasure of a luring threat.

Suddenly a bolt of fel fire appeared from the darkness flying at the two with speed, and more followed. Garros blocked the first one with his shield while Gibbles took cover behind a rock, Doomshout quickly followed. "Imps!" Garros screamed, and not just a few. They crawled everywhere. "Let me handle this" Gibbles spoke out as he threw a smoke bomb at the imps. Doomshout jumped over the rock and charged the little bastards, he has fought in thick smoke or fog before. As soon as he quickly executed about twenty the smoke cleared up. Garros heard more movement, and got jumped by a felhunter and fell on his back. The Felhunter was ready to bite off Garros's head but was blown to pieces by the goblin his hand canon. "Watch where you aim!" Doomshout yelled at the goblin. "No need to thank me, big guy!" Gibbles replied.

Everywehere was noise of screaming imps and crawling demonic creatures in the dark, the two were standing back to back in the middle. Gibbles had enough he appologized to Garros and Doomshout knew it had something to do with the rocket on his back, so he took a few steps away from him. The goblin ignited the rocket and was shot away with the speed of a lightning bolt of a shaman. He reached an insane height while screaming his lungs out, unfortunately he landed only a few yards way. Garros not sure what to do watched how the goblin tried to get upon his feet. He could help him but Gibbles tried to abandon him and leave Doomshout behind, "little green bastard" Garros spit out. Not too long after the impact of Gibbles a montrous figure appeared in the dark, Doomshout could not identify it.

A big clawed purple skinned foot hovered above the head of the goblin and squished Gibbles' head with fierce force.  It happened so fast that not even a scream could be heard. This was what Doomshout was looking for, a True challenge. "Show yerself demon!" Doomshout shouted. The demon stepped over the corpse of poor Gibbles and as moonlight fell upon his unholy body Garros' eyes narrowed and prepared for battle. A Wrathguard stood tall armed with two swords that an ordinary orc could not even lift a single one of them. The Wrathguard was a enormous, broad shouldered, muscled warrior. The Wrathguard's skin was dark purple. Standing 8 feet tall. Large horns and spines protruding from the demons back, and smaller ones on his forehead.

"Anach kyree, A-rul shach kigon", these words could be heard that the twisted tongue spit out in a dark deep voice. Doomshout did not hesitated, this was his destiny, this was what he promised. With memories of his past and that of the Tribe he charged at the great demon raising his axe while he roared his famous battle cry The Doomshout! "Dae'mon, Gol'Kosh ye shall be slayed!" Doomshout shouted during the battle as sounds of clinging metal could be heard from the Wrathguards sword and Garro's axe. Screams of violence around them from all the demons tha crawled slowly at the old orc.
Doomshout was overun. The ground was covered in imps, felhunters and even greater demonic creatures slowly approached the orc. The echo's, screams and the sound of steel could be heard far away from the Canyon. It took hours before silence fell and Ashenvale returned to it's peace again...

[Gromgeth]

I don't write stories that much so don't expect a lot from it. Just wanted to picture it out  
Tips and spelling/grammar mistakes are always welcome.