[RP Story] The Murder - By Zukovsky <Stormwind Militia>

((this seems to be an Obituary...anyway, i quite like the story so i copied it here - Vypra))

Valentin Dmitrovich Zukovsky... a dwarf the Arathi Highlands will not soon forget....

He left his family behind... Four wives, eleven children - one of whom still braving the wilds in his youth trial to become a man.

Zukovsky, and his two cousins, Dmitri and Boris, both left in search of "The Stormwind Dream". Being simple goat farmers they had often dreamed of the tales they had heard of the great human Kingdom to the south.

Skilled in the arts of medicine, shooting, hand to hand combat, cooking, and high intellect - things looked good for Valentin. Him and his cousins had been part of the infamous goat patrol, a proud and noble profession in their small corner of the Arathi Highlands.

With these skills Zukovsky could have worked for anyone. When he first learnt of the Stormwind Militia, he was enthralled, it was so similar to the goat patrol he loved so much. Him and his cousins jumped at the chance to join, and found out where to sign up.

The treck down to the garrison seemed so long as they were feeling very eager and excited. Many hapless wolves and boars who had happened to wander onto the road were slain by Dmitri as he was celebrating with a two litre bottle of Khloknov.

They were accepted with open arms by the good recruiter on duty at the time. The three celebrated with Khloknov and there was much rejoicing. They spent a good few months patroling and fighting crime together. Dmitri and Boris soon disappeared though - possible overcame to drinking too much Khloknov.

During the time between then and his tragic demise, Zukovsky had become utterly besotted with Andarana and would have gladly given up three of his wives for her - although he never told her his true feelings. He later fell in love with the Doctor of the infirmary - Hafwen Bowsthorpe, flipped a coin on which he preferred - the coin fell on its side. He was flying solo.

After a brief sortie with a quad of gnolls - he suffered tremendous injuries in the fight. Although all four gnolls were brutally defeated, he succumbed to his wounds. The hand of the valiant Celven picked him up and brought him into the infirmary.

The angelic Doctor Bowsthorpe desperately administered medical care to him to revive him, it all seemed in vain, until he began breathing. Shortly after, her true colours were revealed. Bowsthorpe refused to feed the dwarf.

Zukovsky begged for food, it was not given. He threw cooking books at the doctor, she rebuked him. After a few days of no food, he became delerious from his hunger and thirst. He saw Celven with a cake - believing him to be the cake fairy, started to yell abuse at him. The abuse caused a great feeling of rage to take hold of the Veteran Footman.

Although Zukovsky was stitched up like an abomination, the footman forced him to his feet, and he followed the order. After standing up the headrush caused Zukovsky to fall head first off the top bunk onto the floor. Although luckily he turned midair and landed on his shoulder - shattering bones. When ordered to get up again - recruit Zukovsky tore the wound on his hamstring and had to crawl.

The vengeance driven Footman ordered him to run twenty laps around the Garrison, which he did - even with his wounds. Then half way through the discipline, Zukovsky was called by Celven to be told he had been dishonourably discharged by order of Commander Pilus Malbridge.

Zukovsky hung his head dejectedly - no more had he felt the cold touch him so ever before. He crawled back to Goldshire - crows pecking at his wounds. He got there begging for money. A good man gave him one copper for which he felt ever so greatful. Still - the icy hand of death was soon upon him.

The Horde attacked Goldshire. Cantor bravely attempted to take on a group of them alone. Zukovsky saw this and could not let his former Sergeant die in such a way. He ran in and bit a chunk out of one of the horde's legs, spitting it out yelling
"Run!"
to Cantor. Cantor's resolve quickly fell and he turned beginning to flee - but looked back at Zukovsky shouting.
"No, I cannot leave you recruit Zukovsky!"
Zukovsky pulled out his flask of Khloknov and shouted back
"You have to!"
Zukovsky threw the Khloknov on the floor as hard as he could and the explosion ripped through the horde surrounding him, and knocked him ten feet high.

As he fell to the ground, reinforcements began to arrive all too late. The greatest Draenei Paladin known in Stormwind - Ayuri... She could not even heal his wounds. His final words were these:
"Tell Cantor.... Tell Cantor... I love him...."

Another senseless loss of life, courtesy of the Stormwind Militia. The tale will go on through the ages, this dwarf will live on in all of our hearts. Elune has errected a new species to guard his shrine. They are the Khloknovkin.

Every time you see a Khloknovkin - know this; that Khloknovkin protects a special area to Zukovsky. Elune had smiled on him all through his life, and would ensure through eternal ages that others may smile upon him.