Long Live the Lich!
Chapter 1
It was a chilly morning in the Western Plaguelands as three adventurers were sent by King Varian Wrynn to aid in the support for the battle of Andorhal.
These adventurers were pretty close friends as they had been always slaying monsters together wherever they went. The first, was a dwarf warrior by the name of Deralin Bronzeaxe. the next, was a human paladin by the name Ferolag the Holy. and the last but not the least was Ashlet Windrunner; A night elf druid.
"this land seems rotten, almost corrupted by something". Ferolag said.
"Well of course its corrupted by the plague you numbskull! why else is it called the plaguelands?" said Ashlet.
"Ah, go easy on the lad. he hasn't heard all the stories of how this place came to be". Deralin said.
As they were walking through the dense forest, they saw many trees that had purple corrosion on them, with the stench of rotting corpses filling their nostrils that made them want to puke.
When they arrived in andorhal, they were each given assignments to help thin out the scourge reinforcements. they had each used all their sweat and tenacity to make it through the fight.
"oy! these things never stop coming back"! Deralin said as he swung his axe into a skeletons' face, crushing it into fragments.
"i agree, but i think i can handle this". said Ferolag, as he smote four walking abominations in one swipe.
"ugh, you are always so self centered Ferolag. you were acting this way in the redridge mountains"! said Ashlet, focusing on crushing a group of skeletons with her vines.
"she is right lad, you have been a bit overconfident lately". Deralin agreed.
This made Ferolag think about how he was acting
"You're right guys, im sor- wait, what's that?"
Just as he was about to apologise, they all saw white angelic figures hovering up in the sky.
"Are they friendlies?" Ashlet asked, but then wanting to take back the question when one fired an arrow at them.
"By my own beard. they're Val'kyr! run to the base! now!" yelled Deralin
As all three of them were being driven off by the white angelic demons, Therolag stopped and faced one of them.
"Ive got this!" he said, not listening to what the others mentioned before. he grunted as he used all his holy energy to cast an exorcism spell to disintegrate one of the valkyr to ash.
"see? nothing to worry about. stand your ground. we can take them"! Therolag faced the other two as he said this. oblivious of what was behind him.
"Therolag! look out"! yelled Deralin, but it was too late; one of the valkyr had grabbed Therolag and was flying off with him. the others tried everything in their abilities to bring him back, but he was too far gone.