For some reason my friends hooked me up to the Warcraft lore. I have read the book Arthas: Rise of the Lich King. This story was an inspiration from that book and also Jaina Proudmoore: Tides of War. They were both written by Christie Golden, who was a famous author of other books. She gave me these inspiration so I give most of the credit to her. They were good books to me but I didn't buy them. I borrowed them from a friend, considering that Blizz gets a lot of money from WoW and all of their other grossing items of theirs. It has been too long since I have this urge to write stories. I will eventually continue the other one so yeah that is about it. Read, comment, tell me how the story is and depending on it and I will continue this and improve it, or at least try to.
Arthas: Rise From the Lich King
Prologue: Resurrection.
"My son; the day you were born, the very forests of Lordaeron whispered the name... Arthas." -Terenas Menethil II
Stormwind Keep
Jaina Proudmoore, with her long white hair, felt the winds of the earth passing through her face as her hair flailed wildly behind her. The air was warm. It was warmth that is unnatural to this part of the land. The black smoke can be seen through the trees of Elwynn Forest, in the lands of Westfall. Stormwind Keep, a symbol of power and justice in this side of the world, is now being challenged by the demon lords of the Burning Legion.
They have rallied all of their demons and elemental legions to purge the world of Azeroth once again. It was like a force greater than they have ever seen. They have made a continent out of the blue malevolent maelstrom with ease. Quickly fortifying the entire continent and setting up bases in it. They were not reckless this time. They plan to stay here, enforce their armies and attack from all sides. They defended fiercely and efficiently, quickly fortifying the land that they have taken in under 1 hour or 2.
Jaina is not very pleased at all when they had taken the Westfall. It was the last remaining land that stands between them and the Elwynn Forest. After the forest, it will be, "Stormwind." Jaina sighed. "Will we have time to prepare this place for them, or is everything at a loss?" Her heart beats in anticipation for the attack. Her lover stands in the door of her room. He worries about her. She has suffered through many hardships and she does not want Stormwind to fall like Theramore did. He doesn't want that to happen either. He approached her. Hugging her and placing her in the comforts of his arms. "This will end in a happy note my dear. The future is not certain, but still we must remain hopeful. Remember, hope is what makes us strong. It is what we have when all else was lost." His soothing voice brightens her mood, but it did not change the current atmosphere in the city.
Civilians are rushing; packing all of their belongings, pushing and shoving each other in lines for the zeppelins to Dun Morogh. Their safety is priority to the king than anything else, though his son is his most precious. He is in the safety of the Dranei for now, but how long will that last?
He shook his head, trying to get rid of the things that he was thinking about. He will not fail to protect the city at all costs.
He will not let anything happen to his people and city to be razed down to the ground. It fell once in his entire life, and he will not let that happen again. The captain went to him on the platform next to the Zeppelins. "Sir, this is the last batch of citizens. All of them are now heading into Dun Morogh. The town of Goldshire if I could recall if sir-"
He looked at him sternly. "Captain, when you are at war, you do not want to be uncertain of the command. Be certain at all times of the command. We have no room for miscalculation and errors here. I want my people to be safe and out of harm's way. Recheck the perimeter defenses. I want infantry to scout again in each ranch and town and to contact me of any movement from the legion. I want griffon flyers on the skies. When the enemy takes it into the air, we have best be ready for it. I want casters at the gates. When the enemy funnels down the valley I want their spells to decimate their numbers. Archers must man the towers and walls at all times. I want catapults stationed in every district. Get the ballistae ready for appropriate heavy air defense. I want priests healing the wounded at all times and empowering them at all times. Paladins should be at the front leading and blessing my men. If one of my commands are not met, I will blame you for it." He pointed at the captain. He reluctantly nodded and went on with his orders.
Elwynn Forest: Outside of Stormwind
The smell of burning flesh reeked from the army as it drew closer. The trees caught fire and spread waywardly. All were emanating a burning aura and their dreadlord was smirking. His eyes red as fire and he was bigger than any of his army. "Behold humans; your doom has come to greet you into your eternal sleep. There will be no survivors, no souls safe and you my lord will face the full might of the burning legion!"
Varian frowned. His frowned face affected the others who were with him, spreading like wildfire just as Elwynn Forest was. The first charge of the legion went full on. Roaring and screaming can be heard with a very nasty squeal of the lesser warriors. When the army past a point of the battlefield he ordered the catapults, "700!"
"700! 700!" a volley of enchanted boulders rained down on the forces of burning aura. Nargaras roared in anger and signaled his own machinery to launch forth. The chunks of molten bolder and enchanted projectiles were bounced of back to the army.
"I have come here just in time." Kalecgos gave a smirk to Varian and told him, "Jaina having a hard time again. She still cannot get him out of her head."
"Then tell her that this is no time to be thoughtful about her lost lover and get in with the fighting! 550! Mages!" Varian signals the sorcerers to cast down he'll upon them. Many enemies screamed in agony of pain. The meteors and ice crystals fell on them. Though that wave was won, the next one was quite difficult to counter.
Burning regeneration cleansed all pain in the giant demonic brutes that approached the gate. They pounded the gate with full force. There were no hints of pain while they were bombarded with the magic that intensified for ten seconds. When they die, they still did not feel pain but just fell to the floor. They were filled with anger and rage. Some felt the joy of battle in their veins. Nargaras casts a spell of ancient language. It summoned a small ball of arcane energy. When he released it to the city, the protective layer of Stormwind was no more. "As you can see, your puny magics have no power against the magics of the ancients."
Stormwind Keep
Jaina having collapsed in her struggles to get herself together was getting worse. Her mind was clouded and in disorder. "Why does this... his face keep on appearing inside my head. I have already found my life long lover after you. Still you loom in my mind endlessly!" She has to be left by herself in order for Kalec to help with the defense of the city. She then breathes in a rhythmic way. Each exhale gave her the peace in mind she needed. She is taught that having a calm mind in battle is better than a fogged one. She might hurt the once that are on her side if she was not careful. It took her 15 minutes to cool down.
Stormwind after 2 days: Stormwind Keep
The defenses of the city have weakened for the past 2 days of war. Their endless numbers were overwhelming the city. If they have breached the main wall then all of the legion will stream into the city. Flyers will be able to summon monsters from the hells themselves. They will appear in every direction using their totems to teleport from one place to another.
Jaina and Kalegos were waning and their magic is also waning. "If this continues, Stormwind will fall and the rest of Azeroth will be consumed by the fire. The fall of this city will shatter the morale of not just our people, but for the other races themselves." Jaina said that with her bandaged left arm on her lap.
"There will be hope to those who will pursue in what they believe in. Do not fret it my dear."
"I wish that Medivh will once more help us in this time of need."
"And so shall I!" Jaina turned and her face lit up in happiness for the appearance of her old friend. "It has been too long milady. I have come to offer you a light of hope."
Varian came in and was surprised to see a powerful archmage standing in front of him. "And who might this be?" Varian asked as he just entered the room.
"This is Medivh. The former Guardian and a friend I have that united the orcs and humans together in Kalimdor!" Kalec said with enthusiasm.
"Oh do not make me blush former Aspect. I only helped in the unification of humans and orcs."
"Yet that alliance was broken by the horde and ravaged Theramore and the Northwatch!" Varian snorted. "But now tell me, what is your proposal to helping me and my people defeat the Burning dogs and get rid of them for good?"
He paused for a moment, and then started to speak. "I give to you the source of all the insanity of the prince. I give to you the curse, the plague and the blight of Lordaeron." He showed what he was hiding in a spell that reveals it. The cloth unraveled itself to the eyes of the four. The sword was flowing with frost and necrotic power. It has hungered for power ever since it was reforged. No longer is it trying to find the souls of the living, but the powers of anything.
The two men dropped their jaws in awe, unable to say a word. "I give you the reforged... Frostmourne."
The word made her heart skip a beat or two. She instantly remembered her first kiss with him, their first date, their first love making, and their parting. "You mean to wield that cursed sword is the key to winning this battle!? I for one say that we should learn from the past and let it not happen again!" she retorted. Nausea and heavy burden was heavy on her.
"It is the only way milady to combat the legion, though my thoughts are not your thoughts." He then cleared his throat.
"This power cannot be wielded by someone of our race. Its harmful effects are too great. As the King of this meeting we must not resort to this... insanity!" Varian interrupted.
"I have agreed with him. We do not know for sure if it will benefit us or not. If the person wielding it will turn against us, it will not bode well for us." Kalec crosses his arms making that statement. He cannot believe the proposition the Medivh was giving him. At least that was why they all thought.
Medivh was interrupted every time he tried to speak, but he managed to maintain his composure. "You have misunderstood my friends. This curse cannot be carried by anyone else in this world."
They gave him a questioning look. "Very well then, do not waste time." sneered Varian.
"This curse can only be handled by the original owner. He must be risen from the dead."
Jaina felt a pang in heart but was not sure of what it was. What was the feeling that came to her? She reluctantly shrugged it off and asked, "Why would we do such a thing! It is true that they have paid for their sins. They did die for them am I not right?"
Medivh answered, "We will need every single hero that has fallen in this world to be risen up again. Yes they have paid the atonement for their sins, but they must be called upon again. I have talked with The Guardians about this matter. I have told to others as well."
"What of lady Tyrande's action, better yet, Malfurion?"
"Lady Tyrande was pleased only because she would see him again. Malfurion was furious. He had told me that raising the dead will be a sign of disrespect to the souls of the dead, and we feel the same feeling that he has now. Of course I talked him through it end had ended up accepting the plan. It is either you agree with me or I will do it myself!" Medivh realized that there is little time to waste, so he had cut to the point.
"I will have no such necromancy allowed in my city!"
"Then I will have no choice but to do what is best for this world." A loud booming came from the outside. Kalecgos inspected it and he was in shock.
He was speechless for a second more. Then he uttered, "The wall... The wall has been breached! The wall has been breached!"
"Kalec, there are two walls that needed to be destroyed in orde-"
"They are both down! The burning army is now marching in the city!"
"We must go to battle then!" Varian shot a look to Medivh. "You will be helping us eliminate them or leave us to despair."
"As I would like to argue with you, we must make haste now. This city must never fall!"
The demons streamed in and steamrolled through the trade district. The demon Nargaras was never found. He went to meet his other superiors to discuss the next strategy. People are dying left and right. Demons were also being slaughtered but nevertheless they did not grieve for the dead. They want conquest. They wanted the lands. They wanted to kill. They wanted war. For the past 2 hours the humans fought valiantly but to no win. The demon numbers were far too great. Thousands lost their lives in the name of the alliance and Stormwind. The mage quarters fell to the might of the legion. The cathedral square now a full all-out warzone and the old town ravaged and burned to the ground. The only parts of the city that were untouched by the legion were the harbor and the dwarven district. Two key districts that needed to be in alliance hands or else the other alliance cities will fall. The Deeprun Tram is the track that connects both Stormwind and the Ironforge. The harbor connects Teldrassil, Azuremyst Isle and Stormwind. If the enemy takes these 2 important districts, the other major capitals will fall.
Outside Stormwind Keep
Varian is hacking and slashing his way to protect his people, his country and his son. "I will not let this happen to my home and city! I will protect the once I love!" he slashes a demons throat clean. Blood splattered over his face. "We will be remembered! We will be glorious! We will be victorious!" He grabbed a hand of a burning demonic skeleton and chopped it off. Then he proceeded to thrust his sword down its throat.
Kalecgos, in his dragon form, annihilated at least a hundred of them at a time. His frost breath decimating their numbers, but nevertheless they are still thousands more to go. He went to the ground and joins Varian at his fight in his human form. "I will go behind this line of war and cut of their reinforcements and try to stop any more of them from coming here. I will call for the help of the other Aspects to aid me in this fight." He summoned a huge ice glacier and dropped it on top of the enemies in front of him.
"May I ask why you haven't done this earlier?" he battled three of them at a time but with his rage, he overpowered them and sliced of their heads.
"No time to ask. Now is the time to do." He leaped upward high in the sky and transformed into his dragon state. He flew off to the Westfall. Varian will be holding off his own struggles outside the Stormwind keep.
Cathedral Square
Meanwhile, Jaina stayed in one place, inside her incantation circle and summoned spells and elementals to her aid in the cathedral square. The soldiers made a wall for her so that she could concentrate on her spell invocations more. Medivh however prefers to be what might be known as a melee Mage. He turned his staff into an enchanted sword. He has no armor but who needs armor when you can call upon the powers of arcane and elementals to protect you. He summoned an energy shield that knocks back and stuns an enemy and thrust his sword into the demons heart. On his other hand he summoned the element of fire and released a torrent of flame from his hand, burning even the fire enhanced monstrosities. "I have never felt this type of battle high ever since the second war." He laughed.
Jaina heard him and felt a nauseous sensation that is coming from the graveyard next to the cemetery. She then looked at the sky, sensing that something is headed by air. She then saw burning birds. They looked small from afar but when it is up close it is the size of an albatross. She was still concentrating on the enemies at bay but then she felt that the birds were falling from the sky. They got closer and closer to their target and then... Boom! They landed on to the pink skins with tin armor. They scattered around the ground dead and bleeding. Jaina was in disbelief. In the sky the birds communicated with each other in a different tongue. "We should target the casters so that they will be out of commission and the cathedral is ours!" The other birds were nodding in agreement. They were now in formation to attack the female caster. When they got the go signal they nosedived to her, no regrets of their suicidal nature.
She saw them coming. She quickly erected a barrier that is small but very tough. Their numbers were in the hundreds, heading straight for her. When they had hit the barrier, they exploded. They made Jaina wince in pain and sweat beads from her body. She grabbed a jerky from her small purse and ate it. When Medivh saw this happening, he quickly rushed to aid her. They attacked in continuous waves. He ran there and observed their timings. When he calculated when to erect his own barrier, he lounged in and quickly replaced her barrier. "This is no time for a feast milady." He said comically.
"Thank you for your help."
The birds then came to a conclusion. They will have to use all 79 of them tone able to knock them out. They formed a cone where the tip is facing them. This will be for their legion. This will be for their lord and the destruction of this world. They all nosedived to their target with the main intent to kill the two. Jaina and Medivh were not prepared to see this attack. Medivh though has a more improved reflex so he was not aware that he made a barrier until he saw the birds. He tried to strengthen the barrier as fast as he can but they were still too fast. Their speed and payload blasted outside the shield a couple of times then eventually penetrated the shield, hitting them and sent both Jaina and Medivh to the cemetery near the Cathedral.
Westfall: Near Jansen Stead
Kalec reached the Westfall. He surveyed the area for anything more unusual than the pillaged land itself. There were four portals constructed near the outpost that was destroyed. He had already contacted the Aspects through telepathy. He will need more dragons in order to stop this never ending army that marches from the four portals. He observed how the portals work first so he went human on ground and sneaked up to a hill that over looked the portals.
The portals were made out of Outland steel and there are five enchanters on each of the portals that channel and keep the portals in use. If he takes down at least three then the portal will not be able to transport any more troops through it. He will need to wait for them to be able to attack. Just as the thought occur to him they were there at the horizon of the great sea. The red, green and bronze colors were not foreign to these lands. He quickly changed his shape and met up with the other dragons. "It is good to see you again life-binder."
"It is good to see you too former Aspect. Now let us cleanse these lands from the filth of these wretched creatures!" Alexstrasza, Queen of the Aspects and the great red life-binder. She is accompanied by Nozdormu, the Timeless One and Ysera, the Dreamer.
"The time to save humanity has come to us one last time. Now here me my brethren, attack now! Attack now!" a wave of red, yellow, green, black and blue dragons came to view. The leaders only appointed 5 of each color. 'But it is still enough to eradicate this encampment' Alexstrasza thought.
Cathedral Square: Stormwind Cemetery
Jaina sat up and shook her head. Her wound on her right hip was slightly deep. But what she saw was terrifying. In the cemetery, demons laid waste to her fellow kind. Throats being ripped off, heads pounded to the ground, bodies being eaten alive and soldiers screaming in pain. She tried to find Medivh but he was not here. Then she saw a path of blood on the grass, leading to the mausoleum that seems to be of royal touch. She followed it, leaving them to die in agony or a swift death. When she entered she saw Medivh holding Frostmourne by the hilt with the cloth around the hand. There was an arcane circle drawn on the floor, around the huge stone coffin in the middle of the room. He began enchanting and muttering spells and the circle lights up in unholy light. Before she could understand what was going on, a side of the mausoleum blasted open with a huge Tauren like being with fiery wings on its back. It was holding a double edged axe on both hands. Medivh saw Jaina and told her, "You must finish the resurrection now or else all will be lost." He then thrusts he sword down the ground and grabbed his staff on the floor.
"I will not do it! I will not let a monster like him roam in this world again!"
"You must, it is the way to win this war!" He dodged an attack from the being and stabbed its chest. It did not feel any pain and so he curled up his fist and punched him to the wall. Medivh coughed up blood. 'I am getting too old for these kinds of things.' thought Medivh. His cloak glowing white empowered him and so he charged again at his opponent. Jaina fired a beam of ice to the lesser minions that are coming in from both the main entrance and the hole that their commanding officer had made. Medivh used a forceful push of air to knock back the monster and its minions. "What are you doing? We do not have much time! My mother did tell you how to do the resurrection spell did she not?"
"I have said it and will say it again; I will do no such thing!" Lightning surged out of her staff and electrocuted a handful of them and fried them to dust.
"You must do it no-" He was stabbed from behind by a glowing red spear. Another commander was joining in the fray. He smiled slyly and pulled out his spear. Medivh fell to his knees. His hands lowered and he sat there. The tauren like creature raised his axe to give the final blow. With all his power he dodged the attack, sliced a section of its body. He then turned to the other one; he was armored to the teeth. So Medivh ordered a spell that uses his armor against him, the armguards imploded rendering his weapon to the ground and useless. The other creature fell to the ground feeling an intense pain on his side as he held it. Medivh enchanted his blade to induce pain to the creature. He then proceeded to shut off all access point of the mausoleum and bound the two with magic.
He fell to the ground feeling exhausted and pain throughout his body. Jaina went to him and eliminated the demons that were unlucky to be inside with them. She came to him on her knees, "Medivh! Medivh! Please do not fall now!"
"Please Jaina, leader of the Kirin Tor; you will have to do it. My magic will not last long!"
"But I do not want him to walk here! I do not want him to be here again! I do not want to see him being lost in the darkness of power and undeath." She cried. 'It only breaks my heart to see him like that.'
He held her hand with his left and whispered, "Remember, everyone always has a chance at things, for better or worse." Upon saying that he puts his bloody right hand on her head. He mutters an incantation and then his arms limped.
Tears steamed her beautiful face. Her white hair, with a streak of blonde left, covered her face. But then she thought to herself. It is no time for mourning... yet.
She gets to her feet. She used her telekinesis to float the two commanders into the circle. It was still glowing. The front entrance was being rammed down. She took with her the cloth that Medivh had and wrapped it on her hand. She grabbed Frostmourne and raised her hands up chanting and speaking in the wizards tongue. The symbol of death appeared. She went to the monster with horns and fur and stabbed it to the heart. She then went to the other one. She stared at him in anger. The general was hopeless, in fear of her and this incantation. "This is for Medivh." She thrusts the sword to his neck. The floor lite up red and the souls of the two demons were sucked to the symbol. There was an earthquake of some sort and then a blast of undead stench and air that knocked Jaina to the wall. The cover of the coffin blasted off and a cold presence came from it.
A figure rises from the coffin. He had no helm on. His hair as white as snow and his face pale blue. He wore armor on, the same armor that he used when he died. Jaina noticed that the sword in her hand was gone. The figure continues to rise up slowly, his right hand clutching a sword that is emanating blue waves of cold undead power. He stepped out, smiling evilly. His face though had changed, instead of his eyes having black and droopy it was normal. His skin was not wrinkly. He looked at his blade, emanating more of its power. He looked at a Jaina whose heart is beating furiously. His mouth opened and he uttered the words, "Frostmourne hungers."
So yeah that is it. Hope you like it and comment on it. Rate it in your head if you want but I will continue this... depending on how you guys like this.