The New Start

“Name…” The lack of interest from the soldiers in general was starting to amuse the blood elf, he’d been in line only two sundial hours long and already thought he might live to regret it by dying of boredom.

“Elagabal Falasson.” He signed his name on the form; it was still alien to him to be using this new name but had proven necessary.

“You’re literate, any seafaring experience?” The orc looked at him impassively, just another idiot to throw to the fodder.

“Yes sir.” He nodded. “I have been experienced with ships all my life.”

“There’s three positions you can try and apply for, captain, midshipman or gunner.”

“Captain.” He smirked, he was taking the better paid job if he could.

Three hours later and Captain E Falasson was on his way through to his ship, he hadn’t been recognised by the interviewer which was a good thing since he wanted nothing to interfere with the clean break. He had proven his knowledge and expertise and with a large fleet desperate for experienced hands they had been only too happy to give him a ship, just one snag, it was full of the less experienced deckhands, still beggars could not be choosers.

Landing in the area of the new lands proved interesting, the locals had quite rightly taken very little happiness in being disrupted by the Horde and Alliance troubles. As the ships were going down one by one the crew on his ship looked more and more version.

“Pull her sails in.” Elagabal ordered. “We’ll reach the shore and use the gunships as our own cover. Once on land get to the barracks and make sure you don’t fall behind. I am not the kind of man to wait for stragglers… CHOP CHOP!”

The ensuing chaos amused him; formerly Kzarr Gravebane had been a well known smuggler and privateer for Silvermoon. His connections with alliance on a neutral level allowed for a good profit to be turned over. He had in turn however failed to notice his best friend and wife were forming an alliance of their very own that meant when he was missing for only a short few months she had taken their money and left with him. Curiously the old sea-farer wasn’t angry, in fact deep down he hoped her and his former friend the very best of luck.

His biggest regret was not feeling he could stay in touch with his daughter, but again it was an attempt to break free from warrants, old enemies and to push a sordid past behind him. The crew would be assimilated into the horde battlefront and he would head off relatively unnoticed, after all he’d done the job of getting them there.