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Welcome to my humble Fanfic.
I suppose I've always wanted to write a Warcraft Fanfic, I loved the story of Warcraft 3 + FT. I am not a WoW player, so a lot of that stuff I'm not sure about. Most of this stuff here is fictional, the characters are my own as is the plot. This is just my take on events in Warcraft 3.
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An armoured figure breathed heavily in Lordaeron. He stood plastered to the wall, a bow and an arrow notched into in his hands. Closing his eyes, he waited. Hearing shuffling on the cobbled footsteps, he popped out from his hiding space. The lone ghoul running aimlessly stopped suddenly, before the arrow pierced its skull, killing it. Zane hid behind the building again, breathing slowly as adrenaline rushed through his veins. Hearing running footsteps, Zane notched another arrow, turning around the corner and coming face to face with a group of Alliance soldiers.
"Zane!" exclaimed the leader.
"Tryphan! You're alive?" asked Zane.
"Barely. Zane, the city is lost, General Tyron is rallying what's left of the defense to head for the South gate. We'll be covering the refugees retreat to the city port Dwellingup" said Tryphan.
Zane nodded, placing the arrow back in the quiver and followed the ten soldiers as they ran southwards, heading towards a main town square. The southern town square was the main road that led to the south gate, and as such its defense was vital to the protection of the refugees.
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It was chaos in the town square. Soldiers were desperately evacuating refugees while the Scourge attacked on different sides. Men and scourge lay on the floor, dying or dead. Blood caked the floor as the group rushed into the square.
"HOLD THEM! STAND FIRM!"
General Tyron was a seasoned campaigner, having fought against the orcs numerous times. As the soldiers ushered the refugees away with escorts, the remaining forces in the pavilion battled with the scourge.
"HOLD THEM!" yelled Tyron.
Zane and his group spread out, separated to help out in where they thought they needed help. Scourge continued to pour into the town square. Alliance soldiers, either alone, in pairs or groups continued to stream into the square to bolter their defences, but not as much as the Scourge.
"General! We cannot hold much longer!" yelled a Captain.
Tyron nodded. He had bought as much time as he could.
"FALL BACK! FALL BACK!" he yelled.
Slowly, the Alliance soldiers started to pull back. A large group of dwarves and high elven archers stood in the middle of the path, readying their weapons to cover their retreat.
"Tryphan! Let's go!" yelled Zane as he pulled back.
Tryphan turned from the slain body of a ghoul and nodded. He began to run, only for a huge hook to go through his body. Zane's eyes widened as an abomination charged into the square. They retreated from the monstrosity. Zane's body heaved as he ran down the path to the southern gate, blood caked on his blade. Behind him, he heard a volley of gunfire and arrows. He had no time to think of Tryphan's dead body now. He pushed it to the side of his head, listening to the second volley of gunfire and arrows. And dismay shot through Zane's body when he realized that there wasn't a third volley.
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Zane never thought he would see the day where he would see Lordaeron burning. He stood still, watching the flames engulf the city. He stood at the gate, watching as buildings crumbled and the sound of battle engulfed the area. Hundreds like him stood still, watching the main road out of Lordaeron. Refugees had stopped streamed from the city by the hundreds, fleeing to the west where they could take ships to take them to refuge. Most would head for Kalimdor to join with Jaina Proudmoore. But right now there were more important matters at hand.
Like many standing with him, he was born in a time of conflict and strife. Even though the orcs had been driven out, they were still prevalent and raids occurred frequently. Zane was born in a small country town with brown hair and blue eyes. He supposed it was a mix from his parents. His father had been a former soldier and had brown hair and dark brown eyes. His mother served as a priestess in the Alliance where they had met, and she had blue eyes and blonde hair. The best of both worlds his friends would joke about, having some magical capability as well as the strength of his father. And due to this, he naturally became a Paladin, a warrior of light. A member of the Knights of the Silver Hand under the legendary Uther Lightbringer, they had fought against the orcs fearlessly.
And then Lordaeron was invaded. The Scourge through the spread of the plague killed off thousands, many from the purge of Stratholme by the Death Knight Arthas. Indeed, after Arthas's return and the assassination of King Terenas, the mighty Alliance had crumbled to the undead. They had tried to evacuate Lordaeron swiftly after news of a large Scourge army approaching, but they were only halfway done when the scourge attacked with such a force that they were sorely out numbered. Their defense was strong, but succumbed to the ferocious horde attack.
Zane had fought to hold the town square, and they had pulled back when they were about to be overwhelmed. Street fighting had occurred, the soldiers struggling to buy time for the refugees to escape, many of the soldiers trapped with no hope of survival. The surviving soldiers had all gathered at this one point. And now it was their last stand. Having mustered what strength was left of the shattered army of Lordaeron, the General Tyron gathered his men for a last stand, to buy the refugees precious time to escape. A sacrifice every soldier was willing to make. Zane himself had no family left, dead to the plague. As such he had nothing to loose, only the whole world to gain. But he watched his world crumble before his very eyes now, memories of his training under his sergeants, most of them dead now.
There were very few of them now, the Knights of the Silver Hand. Most had died trying to hold the main gate with Zane when the scourge had broken it down. Of the rest, many were injured. Zane looked around, seeing the disheartened faces of three thousand troops. They had started the siege with fifteen thousand men. They could stand by and do nothing as the screams of the refugees and the clashing of steel against bone would be heard. And then, they started to see the enemy.
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Ghouls chased down refugees, slaughtering them and feasting happily. Several soldiers tried to make a stand to defend the few refugees left, only to be cut down by a huge abomination and his massive hook and cleaver. The refugees fled towards them, undead and human mixed among their ranks.
"SHIELD WALL!" screamed Tyron.
Zane was in the backlines with a bow and watched the frontline raise their shields, the first rank holding spears.
"STEADY!" yelled Tyron.
The refugees had stopped coming. They were now trapped, or were already dead. The horde charged.
"Archers, FIRE!"
Zane aimed upwards, firing an arrow blindly into the sky. The horde was closing, gaining ground quickly. And then the arrows hit. Several hit nothing but cobbled stone and wood, while others pierced the bones and flesh of the Scourge, cutting them down. Zane fired twice more before he heard the order.
"CHARGE!!!" yelled Tyron.
The ten man thick shield wall spread out as Tyron charged with the remaining forces.
"FOR LORDAERON!" erupted their screams as they thundered towards the scourge.
Tyron decided that a change of strategy may work. Instead of baring the brunt of the attack, he decided to buy his shield wall time by attacking head on.
Zane screamed out a battle cry, his longsword ready. Several of the Scourge were blown to bits by magic thrown by the few mages left alive. And then there was silence for Zane, before the jarring reality of a ghoul slamming into his armour. The effect was devastating. Forces from both sides met in a heavy clash of fighting. Zane fought swiftly, cleaving the head from a ghoul while punching another. He ducked under a massive claw, uppercutting the offending ghoul. Another ghoul came at him, only to have its legs hewn underneath it and its head crushed by Zane's boot.
A massive hook by an abomination drove Zane stumbling back through the crowd and onto the hard ground. He slid backwards, shaking his disoriented head he felt and waiting for the ringing in his body to cease. He had barely survived the hook by holding up his sword. His helmet fell off, clearing his vision. And that is when he saw her. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and a lean fit body clad in white long pants with blue streaks down the sides, and a blue top with a hood, she stood out in the crowd, wielding a mage's staff. She was on the outskirts of the battlefield, and with a cry, deadly ice shards fell into a group of necromancers, piercing their bodies. The leaders of the scourge screamed to kill her. They knew she was skilled and given enough time and mana she could do serious damage to the scourge. Ghouls who had broken the lines charged towards her. Her staff beamed out with bolts of ice, cutting them down.
Zane grinned. She had given him hope with how proficient her magic was, and how powerful she seemed to be. And then his grin turned to horror and he scrambled up, desperately trying to make up the ground to her. A crypt field had burrowed and popped up out of the grass beside the road behind the mage. The fiend gave a cry of triumph as he weaved a net and cast it on the mage, tangling her limbs up and sending her to the ground. Zane's head pounded as he ran towards the mage, heaving with his paladin armour slowing him down. The crypt fiend had been seen by the shield wall, but they didn't move. They had orders not to move. They could not compromise the refugees, nor let down their guard. The others had not seen the fiend sneak behind them and as a result continued to battle.
Zane moved quickly, seeing the projectiles launched by the crypt fiend that would kill her. He heard her scream in horror and fear. Zane ran, and with one arm scooped the mage into his arm and out of the way. The projectiles bounced harmlessly onto the ground as Zane slid to a stop, holding the mage in a bridal position. The mage was shocked, staring at him while trapped in the web. He quickly let her go, and shoved a dagger towards her. Dropping his sword, he held out his hand, casting holy bolts towards the fiend. It hit true, and the fiend toppled over, dead. Sighing with relief, Zane turned to the white-faced mage.
"Are you okay?" he shouted over the din of battle, helping to cut her free of the web.
"Thank you..." she yelled
"Are you hurt?" replied Zane.
"No, I'm fine, thank you!" she yelled back.
Zane nodded and rushed back to the large body of fighting forces. He didn't see the mage's eyes follow him the entire way, before her eyes lit up with determination and she prepared herself to cast another spell.
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Here ends the first chapter...
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