Renegade
My name is Darkmoon. I am a renegade. The Night elves banished me for defying the usual male night elf's task. Becoming a druid, I declined the magical life of a druid in order to become a warden and at the same time, a Demon Hunter. My only purpose is to make sure my twin sister, Silvermoon, stays alive and well. I am quite proud of her, a Priestess of the Moon, and deeply in love with a Demon Hunter. I guess rebellion runs in the family, a Priestess loving a Demon Hunter is forbidden, but the elders don't know they are sleeping with each other right? I wear the usual Demon Hunter attire, but my attacks are Warden and Demon Hunter. I am fused into a perfect warrior, cunning and speed of a warden, and the power of a Demon Hunter. I am a Demon Warden.
Darkmoon stood in the forest trees alone. He had no backup, no reinforcements whatsoever to help him fight. But he doesn't need it. The purple haired elf swirled his knives about as he looked over his sister and soon to be brother in law. Darkmoon detected footsteps from faraway. Blinking to that location, he saw several undead units swarming. Silvermoon and her men won't stand a chance. "Guess I'll just have to whittle down the numbers." Darkmoon muttered to himself. He jumped down, smack in the middle of the army and spun a fury of knives everywhere. The sharp, magical weapons pierced ghouls and crypt fiends, killing them or injuring them beyond repair. The Dreadlord leading the armada spun around and started muttering a sleep spell. Before the undead leader could finish the spell, Darkmoon had already blinked behind him and plunge two poison daggers into the Dreadlord. The poison spread quickly, killing the Dreadlord. "That should be enough. They still have that Death Knight." Darkmoon said, and before the Death Knight could swing his blade, Darkmoon had already blinked away.
Unfazed by the recent casualties, the Death Knight pressed on. In a couple of minutes, the Undead had caught up to Silvermoon's troops. A skirmish occurred. The Death Knight was amazingly powerful, and finally Darkmoon realized why. He was really Arthas! "Damn it! Why do they all look the same?" (A/N No seriously, in the game all the Death Knights look alike.) Darkmoon had no choice to reveal himself and jump down help his sister fight. The Demon Warden reached into the crevice of his mind and using his will, engulfed himself in a flame.
"Brother!" Silvermoon gasped.
"No time!" Darkmoon said and slashed at Arthas.
"Your just small time, get out of my way if you value your life!" Arthas warned
"Then I guess I don't value my life! Just my sisters!" Darkmoon yelled back. He flipped back and shot 4 poison daggers at Arthas. The Death Knight deflected the daggers with ease and replied with a death coil attack. The dark energy swirled around Darkmoon. The Night elf felt the life being sucked out of him.
"Brother!" Silvermoon shouted again. She then called upon the stars for help. Energy from the sky rained onto Arthas and his troops.
"You think some pathetic rocks can stop me?" Arthas called on his most powerful spell and resurrected his 6 Abominations and Silvermoon's 6 rock giants.
"Damn it! Guess I'll have to use it." Darkmoon yelled out. He started to change, not into the usual demon hunter would have metamorphosed into, but into something else. Darkmoon was able to combine the metamorphosis with the power of an Avatar of Vengeance. He was becoming a Demon of Vengeance (A/N Yea I got crappy names okay?)
My name is Darkmoon. I am a renegade. The Night elves banished me for defying the usual male night elf's task. Becoming a druid, I declined the magical life of a druid in order to become a warden and at the same time, a Demon Hunter. My only purpose is to make sure my twin sister, Silvermoon, stays alive and well. I am quite proud of her, a Priestess of the Moon, and deeply in love with a Demon Hunter. I guess rebellion runs in the family, a Priestess loving a Demon Hunter is forbidden, but the elders don't know they are sleeping with each other right? I wear the usual Demon Hunter attire, but my attacks are Warden and Demon Hunter. I am fused into a perfect warrior, cunning and speed of a warden, and the power of a Demon Hunter. I am a Demon Warden.
Darkmoon stood in the forest trees alone. He had no backup, no reinforcements whatsoever to help him fight. But he doesn't need it. The purple haired elf swirled his knives about as he looked over his sister and soon to be brother in law. Darkmoon detected footsteps from faraway. Blinking to that location, he saw several undead units swarming. Silvermoon and her men won't stand a chance. "Guess I'll just have to whittle down the numbers." Darkmoon muttered to himself. He jumped down, smack in the middle of the army and spun a fury of knives everywhere. The sharp, magical weapons pierced ghouls and crypt fiends, killing them or injuring them beyond repair. The Dreadlord leading the armada spun around and started muttering a sleep spell. Before the undead leader could finish the spell, Darkmoon had already blinked behind him and plunge two poison daggers into the Dreadlord. The poison spread quickly, killing the Dreadlord. "That should be enough. They still have that Death Knight." Darkmoon said, and before the Death Knight could swing his blade, Darkmoon had already blinked away.
Unfazed by the recent casualties, the Death Knight pressed on. In a couple of minutes, the Undead had caught up to Silvermoon's troops. A skirmish occurred. The Death Knight was amazingly powerful, and finally Darkmoon realized why. He was really Arthas! "Damn it! Why do they all look the same?" (A/N No seriously, in the game all the Death Knights look alike.) Darkmoon had no choice to reveal himself and jump down help his sister fight. The Demon Warden reached into the crevice of his mind and using his will, engulfed himself in a flame.
"Brother!" Silvermoon gasped.
"No time!" Darkmoon said and slashed at Arthas.
"Your just small time, get out of my way if you value your life!" Arthas warned
"Then I guess I don't value my life! Just my sisters!" Darkmoon yelled back. He flipped back and shot 4 poison daggers at Arthas. The Death Knight deflected the daggers with ease and replied with a death coil attack. The dark energy swirled around Darkmoon. The Night elf felt the life being sucked out of him.
"Brother!" Silvermoon shouted again. She then called upon the stars for help. Energy from the sky rained onto Arthas and his troops.
"You think some pathetic rocks can stop me?" Arthas called on his most powerful spell and resurrected his 6 Abominations and Silvermoon's 6 rock giants.
"Damn it! Guess I'll have to use it." Darkmoon yelled out. He started to change, not into the usual demon hunter would have metamorphosed into, but into something else. Darkmoon was able to combine the metamorphosis with the power of an Avatar of Vengeance. He was becoming a Demon of Vengeance (A/N Yea I got crappy names okay?)