so i wrote in an attempted screenwriting format, a scene for my world of warcraft hunters. this is still the rough draft, with some editing already done. i actually hand wrote the first rough draft. i want to write actions scenes for them too.

Torches crackle brightly, filling the otherwise quiet, dim guild hall with a warm, familiar glow.

Drenek and Tiarka enter. Both only lightly armed. She with magnum revolvers and a

glaive, he with a composite bow and back sheathed short blades.

D:

Did he tell you anything?

T:

No. he only said to get you and meet at the guild hall.

Rokkitz ( R ) enters, accompanied by Sayres (S2) and Saiyris (S1)

Sheshou (S3) and Chiricahua ( C ) follow moments later

the hunters gather around the central meeting table

(s2)

What intel from the blasted lands? All i've

heard is of an incursion of sorts at the Portal

(s1)

You heard correctly, but there's more. The Portal has turned.. blood red.

And the attackers.. they're orcs.

Drenek's grip tightens on his mug, sending hairline cracks from the handle to the rim.

D:

And do these orcs bear any.. marks? Tattoos, piercings.. indicating clan?

Saiyris pauses, gimacing befor replying. It's clear he dreaded

bringing his friends this info

S1:

They bear tattoos... of Warsong and Bleeding Hollow, as of the most current reports

Drenek and Tiarka both clench their jaws, their nostrils forming clear hints

of a snarl

a tense silence falls over the room for a few moments. Broken by the orcs snarling and slaming their

fists on the table.

T:

Further discussion may be warranted, but one thing is certain. Drenek and myself

shall deploy. Immediately

the orcs exchange a glance with their comrades. The other species present

see the rage of three clans in the eyes of their orcish friends

R:

I'll stay in orgrimmar. The cartel has plenty of work contracted with the horde, and the

shop is easy enough to run.

He and drenek exchange a nod

C:

I will deploy as well. I've got a feeling more ammo in the air

will be helpful

the hunters agree, and begin shuffling out. After a couple minutes,

only drenek and tiarka remain.

The orcs meet each others' gaze, the rage evident in their eyes

D:

Warsong...

T:

Bleeding Hollow...

it shouldn't have come to this.

his trained, honed arms moved with steady precision. he drew and nocked yet another arrow. as his eyes locked on another kor'kron enforcer, his arms came to full draw and leveled the shot with the expertise of a veteran.

the arrow flew true. the orc he'd targeted sprouted an arrow between his eyes, a look of shock overtaking his face, before he dropped, bleeding, to the dirt road of the Drag.