Morrowell
part 1
Synopsis-
The small human village of Morrowell, on an island south of Tel Abim, is caught in the middle of a secret war between the Horde and Alliance when a troll by the name of Kal' Min and his band of rouges discover Morrowell's secret source of energy, the Well of Inifity. Two young humans, Atri and Desa, catch the eye of a traveling elvin adventurer, Anolodor and the trio band together to rid their home of the Troll menace. Atri and Desa join Anolodor on his journey to Stormwind and discover not only the many wonders of Azeroth, but the many terrors as they seek help from the mighty Alliance.
Prolouge.
Desa lay flat on the ground, robes ripped to shreds. Illidan stood above her, warglaive at her throat. Slowly, the shadow form that had embraced her was starting to fade away, as was her vision. Green flames engulfed her body and her eyes rolled back into her head. All she could see now was the light. In that very instant, the shadows returned thicker, more wicked then ever. Desa's eyes glowed a brilliant green and the green flames danced around her body.
"no" she whispered.
The shadows and flames exploded, knocking Illidan back. She rose to her feet, then, as if weightless she rose a foot into the air, flames and shadows drowning her in power.
Illidan laughed
"Finally... Little Desa's all grown up! Hit me."
She smiled and raised one hand. Desa closed her eyes and focused sending a concentrated bolt of shadow magic straight toward the demon's head. It hit him and he laughed, completely unharmed.
"Is that all you've got my child? You shame me!"
She took a step back and laughed "nope".
At that moment, Cloud lept forward, slicing at illidan with his sword. The sword struck the demon in the chest and Illidan stumbled back. Cloud landed, readying for another attack. Fire began to engulf Illidan as Bridget's powerful fire magic seared his skin. As the fire cleared, Cloud lunged once more. This time his attack sliced into Illidan's torso.
Illidan grabbed the blade and ripped it from his gut, throwing cloud alongside with it. Zion and Sylarr both pounced in their cat form, digging into him with their claws. He quickly batted them off as Rezzla let out a prayer, healing both druids just as they hit the ground.
As if hell had been unleashed, the ground beneath Illidan split. Up from the crevice rose a horde of fiends. Above him, the clouds funneled down over him. With it came a second horde of the shadow fiends, all wrapping around him and biting, draining his magic. Every second the fiends drained him of his magic, Desa grew stronger. And stronger. The shadow power radiated like a wildfire of shadows and green flames raging from her floating body. She pointed her figer at him.
"NO ILLIDAN.. THATS NOT ALL I HAVE... THIS IS!" she yelled over the earth crunching and the raging wind. The winds stopped blowing instantly, and during that split second of complete silence Desa chuckled.
All the shadow magic released at once in a brilliant beam of darkness. It hit Illidan, engulfing him in an eternity of darkness. Blood leaked from every opening on his body, locust ate at his flesh. He was in hell... where he belonged.
Chapter 1
The smell of the ocean filled Desas nose as she stepped out of the temple in the middle of Morrowell. The breeze carried soothing tone that they say could sooth even the most savage of souls. Desa wasn't a savage soul, but she definately could vouch for that today.
"How was worship?" A boy, barely of age, joined her in her short walk to the shops.
"Ah, definately interesting," she said with a smirk, giving him a playful nudge.
Worship, as the high preist called it, was training in the holy light. Since Desa was young she had studied under high priest Elyth in hopes that she would one day take over the Temple and be the watchman for their Well of Infinity, but these hopes were merely of her father. She, on the otherhand, would much rather be a simple villager, perhaps work on the fishing boat with her best friend Atri. Desa herself was only 17, but looked much younger. Perhaps her innocents or ignorance to anything other then fishing or praying kept her young, but whatever it was, it worked.
She removed the hood from her gown and let her long brown hair out.
"Thats good.. have you learned the heal yet?" Atri asked, reaching into his pocket, fishing around for something.
"No, I just can't do it... it's so frusterating. whats that?" Desa looked down at his hand as he pulled out a small green ring.
"I don't know, we found it in a bottle today fishing. It reminded me of you, want it?" She took the ring with a smile and put it on her finger.
Atri was 18, but acted like a child regaurdless. He was tall, blond and constantly getting in trouble. He worked as a fisherman with his grandfather on a small fishing boat. Unfortunately, the vessel barely brought in enough fish to support the family, let alone the village.
"Well.. to get your mind off your studies, lets go walk the coast" Atri gave her a silly grin
"Atri..." She began to protest, but stopped herself "You know what, its useless. I know I'm going to go whether I have a valid argument or not." She just shook her head and together they ran off onto the beach, due north.
Kal' Min wasn't familiar with this land, but it matched descriptions he had heard of. "Dis be de Isle of Infinity, eh?" he grunted at the captain of the massive flagship.
"Yes, Commander" The Ogre responded, sniffing the salty breeze.
"Very well den" the troll kicked up some of the pearl-white sand. "It ain't dat big so dis should be fast"
A group of trolls, all bearing black and gold armor with matching daggers immerged from the beached ship behind them. "We be goin Dis way," Commander Kal' Min marched them onwards south, down the beach.
A group of children ran down the dock, all laughing and yelling "I hope he's got armor", "I bet he's got a sword!" and "I hope he really has long ears like they say!". It had been known that a hero was coming to the Isle of Infinity, but the reason was not known.
The children stopped suddenly as they reached end of the dock, where a tall, armored figure was emerging from a fishing boat. They all stared up at him as he towered over their heads. He wore mail armor, a tabbard with a flaming paw print on it, sword at his side and bow and quiver on his back, and a fishing cap. Long, pointy ears poked out from the he sides of his hat. He kneeled down and children in the front of the group jumped, backing up a little.
"Don't be afraid, young ones..." he removed his hat and placed it on one of the older childrens head. His voice was deep, with a strange accent the island had never heard before.
Armed gaurds approached him as the children scattered.
"We've come to escort you to the temple, please follow us" one said to him as he took him by the arm. Obviously it wasn't as much an invitation as a demand.
"Why do you come to our island, Night Elf" The ancient looking preist Elyth spoke, an angry tinge in his voice.
The elf got down on one knee infront of Elyth and bowed his head.
"My name is Anolodor, I am the great grandson of High Priest Uniril of the Elvin Nation of Teldrassil. I come seeking truth in tales of a 'Well of Infinity', spoken of by our elders" the elf lifted his head to look at the human.
Elyth stared the elf down "And those tales would be of what... Elf?" not using the name after it had been given was a known insult to an Elf.
Anolodor stared back up at him. " I wish to simply see it.. and then I shall be on my way."
Elyth laughed "Then you will on your way" he mocked "Yes, you will. I don't even allow disciples under my studies see the well until they've proven worthy, what makes you think I'll let the grandson of some Elvish priest just come in and take a peek at what we hold sacred"
Anolodor sighed. "As you wish, but my boat will not return for three days, for I assumed I would be able to do what I traveled so very far to do,"
"Then you'll find our forests quite cozy. that is where you're people live, correct? In the lands nobody else wants to touch?"
Anolodor ignored yet another insult to his people and stood, bowed once more before turning to leave. The gaurds followed him, making sure he didn't linger.
Desa and Atri stopped to catch their breath. Atri took a seat on an old piece of driftwood. They ran so far that the village was no longer in sight, Desa couldnt even see the tall steeple of the temple any more.
"It's so beautiful out here, isnt it Atri?" Desa put her arms around his neck, hugging him from behind.
"Not as beautiful as being out there" he stared off into the ocean, almost smiling. They stood silent, staring for a few minutes. Desa opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, a noise caught her attention. It didn't sound like a fox or rabbit, and the farms were on the other side of the island so it couldnt be a cow.
"What was that" she finaly said, turning towards the noise.
"You're crazy, Desa" Atri got up and looked off into woods, unsure of his own ridicule. Light gleemed off a peice of gold for a split second and Desa took a step back. Before she could turn to run, a large, blue hand covered her mouth and muffled her scream. She saw Atri out of the corner of her eye, stricken with fear, and felt a cold peice of metal up against her neck. "Move and de girl be dead" the creature spoke rough common, with an odd accent. A second creature slung him into the sand and held him there with it's bare blue foot in his back.
"HEY!" a yell came from the distance. In the same istance the troll who held the blade to Desa's throat looked up, an arrow peirced his skull. He fell back, almost pulling Desa down with him. She let out another scream as the other troll drew his sword and vanished before their eyes. The mysterious voice spoke again "RUN!" and they did just that.
Anolodor drew his sword and stood ready, as he heard soft footsteps approach him. "Clever.. but you're still a damned troll" and quickly thrusted his sword behind him, catching the now visable troll between his breastplate and belt.
Atri and Desa quickly turned, hearing the bloody scream of the troll as the massive elf tore his sword from its stomach. "Whats going on, Atri?" Desa screamed, tears soaking her cheeks. He stood silent, watching as two more trolls attacked the elf.
Anolodor dodged the first attack, leaving a long gash in his attackers arm. He quickly parried the second attack and countered with a slash to the trolls neck. Before his head could hit the ground, the first wounded troll had also been slain.
