Ok, this is my first story that i plan on actually being good. i
know my last 2 have sucked big, so, be nice. And the only thing that I
have noticed in this ((i have the first few chapters down on paper, im just
to lazy to post them on ff.net)) that doesn't fit the story line of world
of warcraft is the kaz modan part where the dwarves are already gone. but,
that just makes the story easier to make. oh, and this is saposed to take
place just after Arthes and the Lich King are fused as one, for those who
are confused on that part. Well, thanks for taking your time, and i will
try to update on a regular basis ((no garenties, cause im on a role on
b.net for my tft account))
Sylvanas sad on the ledge, overlooking the sea. The great port of Shal'Nerembo used to stand over those hills. It once was a thriving port, where goods from all over Lorderon flowed into, and some of the most magical gifts flowed out. It was a place where one could go into the deapest, darkest alley, and not have to worry about a thing. Now, it is a wreck. What is left of the scourge now tramples through it, leveling the last remaining structures. Only dust remains.
I must focus on the task ahead, She thought. Where is that bafoon, Necron?
An old, gray skinned man slowly walked up the hill that Sylvanas was on. He had a skull of an antilope on his head, green robes, and a staff with blood stains and a human skull on the top. "I'm sorry that I am late, Mystress Sylvanas," he told her. "But there was a large battle with some golems, and they called for assistance," he explained.
"That is fine. Tell me. About what you have found. How many are still under his controle?" She asked.
"There are many still not found, but I would say more then 2/3ds of this lands undeath." He paused for a moment. "We MUST gain more, or we will never have freedom."
"There must be something we haven't found!" She exclaimed. "Aare you sure we haven't exausted ALL the life forms."
"Yes, I am sure. Maby a few tribes of ogers, some bandits, and a few hidden pockets of civilized life, but nothing else."
"What about the Dwarves. We haven't taken them out have we?"
"Yes, there gone too."
"Wait." The Dark Ranger paused. "How dea[ did we go into those mines?" She asked.
"About one mile. No more Dwarves live in Kaz Modan."
Sylvanas smiled. "What about the Drow?" She asked with a snigger.
"The what?"
"Oh come on, I know even you aren't that stupid." She critisized. "You do remember the tails of the ruthless dark elves that lived miles under ground. they say the live in Kaz Modan. If we could kill them off, then raise them for our armies, we could be able to take out the remainder of the Lich Kings forces."
"There is no way we will find them in time!" He objected. "You say they live miles underground. Do you realize how long that will take? It could be decades, or even centuries before we find out where to go. Those tunnels are easy to get lost in. There just isn't enough time. Once we do find them, we will be under HIS controle once again."
Sylvanas just smiled as a ghostly figure appered. "Send out," she paused and smilled evily, "The Shades."
Sylvanas sad on the ledge, overlooking the sea. The great port of Shal'Nerembo used to stand over those hills. It once was a thriving port, where goods from all over Lorderon flowed into, and some of the most magical gifts flowed out. It was a place where one could go into the deapest, darkest alley, and not have to worry about a thing. Now, it is a wreck. What is left of the scourge now tramples through it, leveling the last remaining structures. Only dust remains.
I must focus on the task ahead, She thought. Where is that bafoon, Necron?
An old, gray skinned man slowly walked up the hill that Sylvanas was on. He had a skull of an antilope on his head, green robes, and a staff with blood stains and a human skull on the top. "I'm sorry that I am late, Mystress Sylvanas," he told her. "But there was a large battle with some golems, and they called for assistance," he explained.
"That is fine. Tell me. About what you have found. How many are still under his controle?" She asked.
"There are many still not found, but I would say more then 2/3ds of this lands undeath." He paused for a moment. "We MUST gain more, or we will never have freedom."
"There must be something we haven't found!" She exclaimed. "Aare you sure we haven't exausted ALL the life forms."
"Yes, I am sure. Maby a few tribes of ogers, some bandits, and a few hidden pockets of civilized life, but nothing else."
"What about the Dwarves. We haven't taken them out have we?"
"Yes, there gone too."
"Wait." The Dark Ranger paused. "How dea[ did we go into those mines?" She asked.
"About one mile. No more Dwarves live in Kaz Modan."
Sylvanas smiled. "What about the Drow?" She asked with a snigger.
"The what?"
"Oh come on, I know even you aren't that stupid." She critisized. "You do remember the tails of the ruthless dark elves that lived miles under ground. they say the live in Kaz Modan. If we could kill them off, then raise them for our armies, we could be able to take out the remainder of the Lich Kings forces."
"There is no way we will find them in time!" He objected. "You say they live miles underground. Do you realize how long that will take? It could be decades, or even centuries before we find out where to go. Those tunnels are easy to get lost in. There just isn't enough time. Once we do find them, we will be under HIS controle once again."
Sylvanas just smiled as a ghostly figure appered. "Send out," she paused and smilled evily, "The Shades."