Ortaq and Titus, the Warlock and the Hunter

It had been a long journey across the Great Sea, even with the Goblin-powered zeppelins at the Horde's disposal. Ortaq, the self-exiled orc, passed by a group of what he knew to be adventurers when disembarking. As he entered the supernaturally dark forest of Tirisfal Glades, the mixed group left on the zeppelin. It was an odd sight to see a troll, orc, tauren, a couple of undead men, and an elf travel together, but such were the ways of the world now after the last war that brought them all together.
Ortaq's travels took him south to a part of the seemingly neverending forest that was far less populated - just the way he wanted it. There, he made a life for himself. His quiet, mundane life was changed when he discovered a strange book hidden under . It seemed to be left by an orc and it sat there for some years by the looks of it. He knew of the demons and how their dark magics had changed his people, but his curiosity got the best of him. He delved into the book, learning more than he ever thought possible. He practiced simple spells for a time, working up to a ritual that enticed him. When the time came that he decided to perform the rite, his seclusion was no more thanks to the presence of an undead man - different than what he had seen before. The two stared in silence at each other for a time.

With annoyance I look at the intruder to my ritual. Concentration is key to this as it is still new and I am inexperienced. With my concentration broken I forget the incantation and decide to stop to interrogate this undead thing.
"Who are you? Why do you bother me?"

As you two converse in the hills, a dark lake to the east with a curious island, Titus hears a something that breaks through the other sounds of the forest.

Titus moves beyond several trees, out of sight from Ortaq. Right as he passes a particularly large tree, a crude stone axe swung down, glancing off the undead hunter's shoulder - dealing no real damage. A gnoll stands beside the tree, readying for another strike.

Upon further inspection, you see that its withered skin stretches tightly over prominent bones, rotted flesh shows beneath its patchy fur, and its eyes glow dark yellow, and are rheumy and sick-looking. Now the surprise is over, you notice another gnoll appearing from behind another nearby tree.

The undead hunter swung wide, caught off guard by the sudden attack. As the new gnoll to enter the scene approaches, the first one tries to hit Titus again.
[Roll]
As Titus turns his head to note the newcomer gnoll, he's struck square in the chest, cutting through his rotting flesh. [Take 2 damage]

Ortaq's crossbow bolt hits the gnoll square in the chest, thick yellow-green ichor slowly seeps from the wound as the gnoll yelps much like a dog in pain.

Titus hits his mark. Twice. The gnoll gurgles out a pained yelp as it takes its right hand to grasp at its neck - dropping its crude handaxe and backing away as thick yellow-green fluid seeps from both its wounds.
The gnoll Ortaq shot begins to advance on Titus, weapon raised for when it comes into range.

Registering how much damage the undead hunter had done to him, the gnoll stumbles into a full retreat in his weakened state.

Seeing that the forsaken is handling himself well I decide to focus more on the gnoll that is still closing. I reload my crossbow and fire at it again.

Now with a second crossbow bolt in its body, this time in the neck, the gnoll turns to join its companion on the run.

You see they ran off towards Lordamere Lake. You know that in the lake is Fenris Isle, and like most of Lordaeron has an abandoned human building. A fort the Rothide gnolls now use as their own. Those two you fought were most definitely Rothide gnolls.

You both return to where Titus had began a campfire and Ortaq was about to start a ritual. The current goal seems to be focused on the tribe of Rothide Gnolls competing against the Forsaken in Silverpine Forest. You pack up and move out - towards the lake assumedly.

Ortaq swims through the murky water toward Fenris Isle. Titus is (presumably) following. The two seem to be about halfway across when they feel fish swimming around them - and then the fish begin to bite at you!

Titus, the school of fish don't take hold of you, but Ortaq feels a stab of pain from their bite. Take 1 damage.