FIRST SOME WORDS FROM THE AUTHOR:
[This part is kinda long... if you wanna just scroll down and read the story first, feel free. You won't hurt my feelings...]
I don't know, I typed an almost endless story so long ago, I can't find all the files on my computer...
I've been randomly digging up the begining chapters and now that my writing is "slightly better" I figured it might be fun to rewrite and edit them... ... ... ... ... well... ... ... ... ... ...
It's been more work than fun... ha ha...
I wrote these both for my own enjoyment and for my friend's. We know the background stuff and who everyone is so I never wrote it in the story itself and ,well, if I were to just post that, a lot of people would be confused , Like, I don't know, everyone? Ha ha...
Either way, if you don't know my characters and stuff [bah! We never told anyone so of course you don't know them unless you know my deviantart account], the begining chapters and whatever may make you go "who the fuck is that?" but please bear with me. I'll be adding descriptions, bios, explanations and all that good stuff along the way and in the story!
Disclaimer: Warcraft/World of Warcraft is copyright of Blizzard entertainment and all that.
I use some of their characters [ex: Warchief Thrall, Kael'thas Sunstrider, Varian Wrynn, etc] and may make them kind of oocish , I also try to kind of wrap the story around the lore in the games itself but of course with my OCs in it it's altered some. I don't claim ownership to them at all! I am just a fan with outlandish writing ideas .
If you don't like stories about peoples' OCs please don't go flaming at me and what not. I am just trying to share the joy of imagination! D:
Note: This story will contain yaoi as in most all my works. Probably some yuri as well.[if I continue long enough to get to that 'chapter']
The Pendant of Powers: A Paladin's Musing
Dorinnar sat silently in the almost empty tavern, his drink now cold, his food forgotten and the last of the workers getting ready to turn in for the night. He gazed into the fire idly, almost looking as if he were entranced. Even as a female patron passed him on the way to her room, being sure to cast him a flirtatious glance and swing her hips a bit, he simply sat staring blankly at the dancing flames.
Without thinking he moved his hand to his collar. He reached into his shirt and pulled out the small pendant that always hung from his neck, even when he slept. He'd kept it with him since the day he recieved it, decades ago, from his young friend... He looked it over slowly, examining it and musing over its markings.
The pendant was adorned with four family crests: The Lightbringer crest, the Wryst crest, the Sunblaez crest, and the Ungrei crest.
It was arranged like a compass with the Lightbringer taking the North, the Sunblaez taking the South, the Wryst taking the West and the Ungrei taking the East. Each family crest held a small stone of differing colors in the center. With the North was a clear White, the East had a shining Blue, the south held a dark Violet, and the West was Ebony.
From each household Dorinnar knew at least one person who could easily reflect their entire family.
He was from the Lightbringer household. They were natural leaders with their good judgement and quick assesments of any situation. Those that came from his family were paladins mostly. They were skilled in physical strengths and had a good hand at casting. Dorinnar himself was a prime example of this, though his inate nack for avoiding work kept him in the low rankings.
Next there was Repusmi from the Sunblaez household. Members of this family were adept at spell casting and emersed themselves in the ways of the light. Like monks they trained tirelessly to hone both body and mind. They were powerful and intelligent, though never haughty. Repusmi himself hadn't proved to be very strong before his leave for the Eastern Kingdoms but Dorinnar knew better. This scrawny boy from the Sunblaez house was not to be taken lightly. When the time came to be strong and defend both his honor and his friends he would be victorious. He simply didn't like to draw attention to himself by dueling and show boating around like all his other friends.
There was Lael from the Wryst household. The Wryst household was one of the most feared and respected. They didn't have much control over magics but as far as combat went, they could not be beaten. Skilled in both weapon training and hand to hand combat, they made the most excellent warriors. Lael himself was a large and rather reckless elf and had caused his groups more trouble than he seemed worth sometimes. The Wryst family was not usually so careless and ignorant of their fellow comrades, but Dorinnar had decided there were always exceptions.
Lastly there was Miimiy from the Ungrei household. Stong controls over magics and maniacal minds do mix for the perfect warlocks and battle mages in this case. The Ungrei are intelligent by nature and can always find a way to bring their love of magic into any situation (for good or bad). Miimiy was the perfect addition to the group, especially when they were outnumbered. Morphing enemies and freezing guards made spy missions a breeze.
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Dorinnar gasped the pendant tightly. Fighting back the urge to yell out in frustration, he turned the pendant over to look at the engraved image. The image was of him and these three other elves. They had come to these lands almost a century ago, each of them alone and without food, water or a home. They happened upon each other and banded together to form a small make-shift family. They managed alright for a while, but the war between the Horde and Alliance came to affect them as well.
The paladin closed his eyes as visions in the inn's fire engulfed him, calling him back to the the night they were seperated...
[ The Pendant of Powers -End-]
Well I wish I could find the begining of this one... the original begining. *sweatdrops* I had to retype it to post this chapter with a sound mind... And I wish even more that I could explain these families and people better... alas, with my mind thinking faster than I can register thoughts, it would take a mirracle to accomplish such a task. ,
Either way, thanks for reading [I know it was short too . it looked longer on my cpu...]
Next chapter goes to the visions of the past (and explains why Dorinnar wants to yell ha ha)
Note: Any comments or feedback/writing tips would be greatly appreciated :)
PS- If I have readers here who are wondering about my story Robot Heart or any other of my Naruto works as posted on the other website [you know the one!], I am sorry but at this point in time I cannot bring myself to continue them :( I apologize for the long gap in updates and now this, but I simply can't! , Please understand, I had great fun and loved your feedback :)
-GothBunneh