Well, being an avid Warcraft fan, I thought I'd try my hand at some fan fiction for it. Please leave a review. Like many others, I wish I owned Warcraft, but I don't, Blizzard does. This is the prologue.
The flames flickered and danced across the wood, illuminating the tent's dim interior. However the small fire was not enough to reveal the inhabitants of the tiny shelter, and despite the crackling of flames the booming and roaring of the clouds was heard clearly. Rain spattered against the tent continually though the thick kodo leather kept it from the interior.
A harsh voice, sounding much like a dog's or wolf's spoke into the silence. "What about humans and night elves? They fight into our lands, we battle hard but they too strong. What we do about them?"
Another voice answered sternly. "They shall be dealt with as well, we have spoken of this already Gnarlmane. The gnolls have numbers on their side, you can hold for long enough. The orcs must first be dealt with, their strength is a threat to all the races. First we will have to deal with their ragtag 'Horde'."
A sharp cry echoed through the tent before a decidedly feminine voice spoke. "Don't underestimate the Horde, Kelrog, they are a strong enemy. The harpies know the Alliance and Horde will not fall as easily as you would have it seem."
"I believe you overestimate our enemies, and underestimate our strength when united, Sharpwing. Together we can defeat our enemies and reclaim our lands. Now, what of the murlocs Karamak?"
The answer had a bubbling undertone and gurgles occasionally punctuated the words. "The murlocs stand ready to aid in the fight against the foul invaders. They will fall under might of murlocs and new allies we have. We ready to help."
"Excellent, then we are in agreement. We must unite to gain control of Azeroth. Now, let us end this meeting and finish our pact. Speaking in the common human tongue is difficult for us all."
As one the four leaders spoke, their voices melding into unison as they recited their pact. "We offer our blood in agreement to the truce between us, the rest of our races, and to work together until our rightful lands are ours once again." Blood hissed into steam as it reached the hungry flames in a myriad of colors.
An aged female centaur turned to Kelrog while he applied a bandage to his cut as the others filed out of the tent. "You make victory sound simple khan, when you of all people should know just how difficult it will be. The Horde and Alliance will not fall simply under the appearance of brute force and large numbers." She said in the language of the centaur.
"Don't take me for a fool Shekruk, I know that the only chance for victory lies in the fact that the enemy doesn't work together. I intend to exploit that weakness, and crush them both, for if one side weakens the other will not be so quick to aid them. But tell me what you have seen of the future, great seer, I wish to know if I will succeed.
Shekruk stood weakly on her four legs, what little muscle left in them barely able to support her. "I am sorry Khan Kelrog, but I have seen no visions of the future, my sight has faded with the ending of the old moon. Perhaps you will succeed in your efforts bu-"
She stopped abruptly, and didn't move for several moments. The centaur khan was about to see if she was all right when he realized her eyes had rolled back in her head, showing only the whites. Kelrog waited, for she was having a vision, and he would need to know of the coming battles. The elder seer turned her gaze slowly, almost painfully, away from the other and into the small fire. The words spoken were not hers, and they came as a deep moaning sound.
"Uncontested your strength shall be,
But for the might of the three.
For if power you wish to gain,
You must first secure your reign."
Kelrog opened his mouth to speak, to ask what it could possibly mean and who the "three" were. Yet just as words were forming on his lips, the Seer spoke again in the same haunting voice.
"The three blades shall come for your head
And shall not rest until the khan is dead.
Though others may join the fight,
These three shall cause your plight."
Shekruk suddenly slumped to the ground, the whites of her eyes rolling back only to be replaced by her usual brown. The seer lacked the energy to move and merely stared into the flames.
"Why did you stop? There must be more to the prophecy, there is always some way to counteract the events one does not want to pass. What is the rest?" Kelrog demanded.
The elder centaur took weak, wheezing breaths, slowly regaining her strength. Kelrog impatiently sighed and turned away, running a hand along the thick leather of the tent's interior. He walked along the sides of it, feeling the drops of rain strike his palm through the kodo's skin. The khan was rapidly losing patience with the seer, he needed answers.
After several moments, Shekruk stood shakily and barely stopped herself from falling over. A loud cough escaped her throat before she spoke. "I'm sorry my khan, but the vision has failed me. I do not know what has happened, it is as if my power has been clouded by something. Something like this has never happened before in the history of the centaur, something as strange as this surely would have been noted in the texts."
"I don't care how or why it happened, seer, only that I must know the rest of the vision. I suggest you find it again if you value your life."
The female opened her mouth as if to speak but seemed to think better of it. With a mere nod to Kelrog, she left his tent. Once he was alone the centaur khan unconsciously ran a hand along the scar across his face, from above his right eye, through it, and down across his mouth to the center of his chin. Prophecy or not, he would find a way to succeed. He would rule everything.
Soon, the Horde would be crushed under the might of the four races. Then the Alliance would also fall. Finally he would have his revenge on the tauren and their cursed leader, Cairne. Cairne would die a slow death, Kelrog would make sure of it. Soon, everything would fall into place and no prophecy would stop him. Soon.