Here's chapter two for you.
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A week after Legionair found Aionis on the roof, Legioniar had saved the money for an apartment at Darnassus. He had announced it at supper that night and their parents were happy to hear that. Aionis was too, especially since he had saved some money of his own. Everyone went to bed happy that night.
The next morning, Legioniar was about to leave for Darnassus when Aionis sprung his trap.
"Hey dad," Aionis said. "Can I go with Legionair to Darnassus today?"
Everyone stared at him. Not only did his dad never say yes to that question, that was the first time he said Legionair without making it sound bad.
"Why now, of all day's?" His dad asked.
"Well, Legionair is going to need help carrying his stuff and settling in, so I thought I could go and help him out," Aionis said. So far, so good, he added in his thoughts.
"Well, you have a point there," his dad replied. He stroked his chin, the usual sign that on was thinking.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Legionair half said, half shouted. "We all know you have an ulterior motive. You called me Legioniar!"
"Under circumstances, that's not logical evidence," Aionis said, bluntly. His dad was still thinking it over.
No one could reply to that. His dad was the only one who could out-debate him, and he wasn't paying attention.
After awhile, dad said, "Alright, but just this once."
"Thanks, dad," Aionis said with cheer in her voice. In his mind, he was cheering like crazy for his success. "I promise, I won't do anything bad."
"Good boy," dad said, patting his head. It creeped Aionis out every time his dad did that, but he never told him so.
Ten-minute's later, both Aionis and Legionair were on the road, carrying bags filled with Legionairs stuff. They were still walking when Legionair asked, "Alright, what's your motive?"
Aionis looked up at him. "I don't have one. I just wanted to see Darnassus for the first time."
"Liar," Legionair mumbled, but said nothing after that. He was already beat and he knew it.
It took a half a day to reach Darnassus, and it was everything Aionis had dreamed of. There were as much buildings as tree's, each benefiting from the other. Half the city was islands with walkway's going to each and every one of them. Everyone around them had something to do and somewhere to go. Rich in culture, it was surprisingly peaceful. It was practically a sanctuary.
Part one of my plan is complete, Aionis thought. Now for Phase 2.
"So, where's your new flat?" Aionis asked, as unsuspicious as he could. "These things get kind of heavy after awhile."
"In the Living District," Legionair said. "We have to go through the Warrior's District and the Tradesman District." He glared at Aionis. "Don't get any idea's."
"I won't get any idea's," Aionis stated. Because I already have some, he thought.
They walked through the Warriors District, then the Tradesman District and arrived at the Living District. Aionis noted that going to the Living District from the Warrior's District that it was getting less expensive and less expensive. When they reached their destination, it looked the poorest of them all. All the walls were somehow marked with the fountain in half graffiti, half cracked. The placed screamed poor.
"It's not the best place to live, but it's the cheapest," Legionair stated.
"Obviously," Aionis said. "It took you two years to save enough money for here?"
"I didn't get a lot of money, okay?" Legionair said, defensively. "Can we just get to my new place?"
In silent agreement, Aionis followed him to the apartment building. After he got his room and they dropped off his stuff, they went to the trader's district to get Legionair's job. They found a little store that had a job opening.
"This'll take awhile, so go run off back to the house," Legionair said. "Don't do anything but go to my apartment or else, you hear?"
"Sure," Aionis lied. "I won't do anything else."
Legionair glared. "You better." He walked off to the interview room.
That was easy, Aionis thought. Now, to work.
Aionis went to the armor shop first. He had a few gold saved up, so he got the tanned armor. He didn't put it on, in case he ran into Legionair, so he purchased a traveling backpack. When he put the armor in, he realized that there was enough room to fit in another set.
That's weird, Aionis thought. He didn't question it, though. There were probably a lot of things he didn't know about in the world, but he was going to find out soon enough.
His next stop was a food department. He didn't know how much he needed, so he only got a weeks worth, so he wouldn't look conspicuous. The shop vendor said that he sold traveling food, special stuff that would "heal his wounds and restore the mana within him." Once again, he was at a loss for thought as to how it did that, but didn't say anything. It was probably common in Darnassus. Finally, he found a shop that sold some guidebooks. After some questions, he purchased the guidebooks for Darkshore, Ashenvale, and Moonglade.
An hour later, Aionis was standing right in front of the portal that was said to go to Rutheran Village. He knew it did. When he was 20, his class took a field trip through the portal. They all traveled in a covered wagon, so Aionis didn't see anything in the town before. He did get a peek of the portal when they went through, and this was the only portal in town he could find. The guards eyed him suspiciously, but said nothing.
Aionis knew Legionair would be home by now, so it was now or never. He was only two steps from the portal when he stopped to look.
In three, two, one… he was about to go through, but at that moment, another guard suddenly appeared, looking gravely wounded, and fell into Aionis' arms.
"Hey, are you okay?!" Aionis suddenly said, laying him down. The other guards had already run to either side of Aionis.
The guard looked up at him, extreme fear in his eyes. "Orcs … attacked … took … village … couldn't … stop … them…" he said between heavy breaths. He was dying, and fast.
Aionis started chanting his most powerful healing spell, Rebirth, while holding the necessary reagent, a Stranglethorn seed. He was about to complete the spell, but the guard breathed his last breath just too late. Aionis' spell activated and bounced off his corpse. The reagent burned.
"This is bad news," Guard A said. "We must warn the Warrior's District."
"Well, in case you weren't listening, they're right outside," Aionis stated. "You guys shouldn't go in case they come through. I'll be quick."
Before they could get a word in edgewise, Aionis sprinted like a madman straight for the Warrior's District. Every guard he passed he shouted, "They need you at the portal!" and continued on to the district. He was almost there when a pair of familiar hands grabbed him. He was spun around to face his brother, Legionair.
"This is not the time or place for a lecture, Lorwyn!" Aionis shouted. The one thing he absolutely needed to do, and his brother was stopping him.
"Don't give me that, you!" Legionair shouted. "Where were you?!"
"Not now!" Aionis answered. He was about to continue running, but Legionair stopped him again. This was getting on his nerves.
"Yes, now," Legionair said. "Now explain and tell the truth."
An explosion roared near the portal. Everyone, minus Aionis, looked in fear at that direction. Aionis knew everyone knew then and dashed back towards the gate, staff at hands. He didn't need to look back to know Legionair was right behind him, bow in hand. They were both roughly the same in instincts and connected whether they liked it or not.
When they arrived at the scene. It was in chaos. The bank that was close by was in ruins as there was a crater right next to the portal. The portal, surprisingly, was undamaged. The guards that Aionis had warned were scattered around, trying to do what they can. No one seemed hurt.
"Stay behind me," Legionair said, walking in front of Aionis. Aionis didn't argue. For quite some time, this was they're battle tactics. Legionair shot at the enemies with his bow while Aionis lashed them with the Entangling Roots spell. It never failed them.
For a few brief moments, there wasn't even sound to the two brothers. They were waiting for the enemy that was bound to come any second.
Then, activity struck. The portal warped in three orcs. They all had custom battlesuits on with two-handed swords in their hands. Legionair called the fight to a start with the aimed shot he had prepared. Aionis didn't question where the arrow came from. Legionair always did that. He unleashed his spell at that exact moment, the Entangling Roots. The arrow hit its mark, killing one orc almost instantly while the roots lashed on to another's legs, trapping him in place. An Arcane Shot from Legionair took him out of his misery.
The third one, however, wasn't stopped. It ran full force at the pair that took out his comrades. Legionair used his concussion shot to slow him down as Aionis fired off a volley of Moonfires, just potent enough to finish him. It took a little energy to fire them off that rapidly, but it slowly came back to him.
Another onslaught of three orcs came through the portal. The guards took them out by stabbing them without warning. Another three came out, then another. Every other group was swapped off with the guards and the two brothers. Although it wasn't hard to kill them, the brother's energy supply was slowly deteriorating.
The onslaught stopped as suddenly as it started. Everyone got a few breaths in edgewise as they waited for the rest. That couldn't have been all of them. There was no way.
The action that was there for the brief moments they had fought had returned when a new wave of orcs came through. There was more this time, about a dozen instead of just three. The combination of the brothers and the guards took out half of them with the same tactics, but the other half got through. Legionair whipped out his hand axes from his sides and gutted two of them with the blades. The orcs crumpled to the grounds as two of the other orcs replaced them. Aionis, using his staff as leverage, jumped over his brother and rammed his boot into one of their necks, snapping it. When he landed, his staff shot straight at the other one's neck, also snapping it, but with more difficulty. The other two orcs fell to the blades of the guards.
A dozen more came through the portal, but they looked tougher than the grunts they faced before. They wore plate armor and held a pair of hand-axes. Legionair's aimed shot rang from his bow and just barely got through the plate armor. The guards got in front of the brothers and started fending them off. Unknown to all except for Legionair, Aionis was chanting a spell. The guards managed to take out three of them, but fell to the orcs' axes.
Aionis unleashed his spell then. The blue plasma-like orbs that had surrounded him flew at the orcs. The orbs managed to get through the armor and kill all of them. Unfortunately, the amount of strength needed to cast the spell was costly. He landed on the ground on his knees, breathing heavily. As of the moment, the best magic he could cast was a poison curing spell he learned at 26. As of the moment, that wouldn't help.
Another swarm of orcs with the same type of armor and weapons that the last group had. Aionis couldn't use his magic right then and there, so he did the best he could and blocked a pair of axes with his staff. It was charmed so it wouldn't break from non-magical weapons, which he thanked the Arch-druid these were not. It took all of his strength to hold off one, so the other 11 ran past the two fighters. He heard the whistle of arrows flying and the fall of bodies behind him. He knew Legionair wasn't the only one shooting, but dared not look over for fear of being sliced in half. His magic was slowly returning, but a spell that could kill him required casting time, and he didn't have any of that for fear of his life, so he did the next best thing. He pushed the two axes away from him and whipped his staff at the orc's head. The ring of metal being struck rang out and the orc was momentarily stunned. That gave Aionis just enough time to leap away from the orc. The familiar snap of Legionair's bow was heard and he didn't need to look to know that the orc's armor was pierced and he had died.
For some reason, when he jumped out of the way, he lost energy as if he cast a spell. There was not enough energy in his body to lift his head. He limply stared at the portal and prayed that was it. Energy suddenly rushed into his body. He looked at the direction of where the magic came from and saw an elder druid casting a spell that he only just recognized: Tranquility. It was a high level healing spell, not for it's strength, but for it's area. He was glad a druid came around. They were the only ones that could restore mana with a spell.
An explosion rang out, and the elder druid had a hole in his head. He fell to the ground hard, and Aionis was devastated. He looked at the portal again and saw another orc. He was bigger than all the rest, with magic plate on, easily recognized by the runes on the armor. In his hand was an odd device. It looked like a crossbow, but there was no bow-shaped item on it at all. On his back, Aionis could see a great battle axe, twice the size and length of any of the other ones. Runes were also etched into the axe, ones he recognized as that of agility and strength. The armor also contained those runes, as well as those of magical defense.
Oh crap, Aionis thought. The runes on his armor meant that magic wouldn't work, along with the fact that he was twice as strong and could move as if he was naked with nothing on. He could also wield that axe as if it was a dagger. Combining that with the fact that the armor was adamantium plate, there was nothing that could touch him as of the moment.
"A shame," the orc replied. He put the weird weapon in a fitting sheath. "But if I hadn't shot him, you would be harder to concur."
"Now then," he continued, "as to the terms of your surrender to the race of orcs, is there anything that you want for repayment of being good enough to kill half of my best men?" As he spoke, an equal amount of soldiers that had been fended off before came through the portal. "I won't grant any request, but something small would suffice."
No one dared moved or answered his question. Everyone was too stunned at the fact that a druid elder was defeated in one shot. Legionair still had an arrow strung, but he didn't pull it. The entire army had come by then, but no one tried to attack him. They all knew the magical symbols on his armor.
Aionis rapidly thought of a way to get out of this. His staff could probably, at best, stun him, and he doubted that it would affect him. He knew the signs of a great warrior when he saw them. His armor stopped all magic from getting through it, at least at his level. Even his most powerful spell, the Starfire that he used against the other orcs, wouldn't work. Only brute force could get through his defenses, and no warrior in Darnassus had the strength of this orc. Even his brother, who was almost the best hunter around, couldn't penetrate the armor without magic, and he couldn't use that. That left Aionis with one option, and he didn't like it one bit.
Standing up, he faced the orc. He looked at him quizzically.
"Does this mean that you, personally have decided, or are you trying to resist?" the orc asked. Aionis didn't hear him.
He started casting a spell. It was the same as Starfire, but it felt different. Everyone felt the energy grow around him. This was the best Aionis could do. Unknown to all, he was calling all the power that was around him from Nature herself. The basis of mana was in the earth, where it resided when he didn't need it. He was calling all the power he had, including the very life he held for himself.
His chanting complete, the blue plasma-orbs had encircled him once more, each with the power twice of an elder's. He flicked his wrists and released all the orbs at once. They flared right at the orc and hit him with all force. As they impacted, a swirl of fire surrounded the orc, which was the cause of the anti-magic spell fighting off the Starfire. The force was incredible. There was about a 50-50 chance that he was still alive, but everyone hoped that he had died.
Aionis had looked as if he used that kind of power regularly when he cast the spell, but now it was amazing he could even stand, the way he looked. He was breathing hard, increasing in strength as the flaming tornado was in existence. Aionis felt all empty, and was only still standing by the little willpower that he had. He was running dangerously low on that, too.
Finally, the tornado ended. The orc was standing there, as if he was unscathed.
"Well, that was unexpected, little elf," he replied. "I'm surprised one so young-looking could call forth that much power. Too bad it wasn't enough."
If Aionis had any strength left, he would have been horrified. He couldn't even think anymore. There wasn't a shred of energy in him at all, not even willpower.
The orc grinned. "Oh, I see now." He said. "You used that 'nature' energy to fuel that spell. No wonder it was that powerful." Everyone stared at Aionis. Only an experienced elder could control energy like that, and they were still at risk.
The orc continued grinning as he pulled his axe of his back. "Since you did something so noble, yet so foolish, I will honor you with killing you myself." He walked right in front of Aionis. He couldn't move. No one knew how he was standing. The axe was centimeters above his head. "I know the answer to this," the orc said, "but any last words?"
Aionis grinned.
The orc was confused. "What are you smiling about? How can you smile at all?!"
As soon as the words left his lips, everyone knew why. His axe was disintegrating and blowing in the wind. His armor was doing the same.
The orc was shocked as he saw his invulnerable artillery decimated. "How?!" he shouted. "How could this happen?!"
An arrow flew right at him. As it hit, the orc's eye's suddenly glassed over. He fell to the ground, unconscious. The rest of the orcs saw this and ran like crazy.
"Aionis?" Legionair called. "Are you alright?" He walked over to Aionis and put his hand on Aionis' shoulder.
Aionis crumpled to the ground.
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I so ended that in a cliffhanger. Take that! Hahahahahahaha!!
Clarifications to the game "World of Warcraft":
To my knowledge, there is not a hunter attack that can put a creature unconscious.
Starfire is NOT an area spell what so ever. It only affects one creature.
There isn't a Living District, nor is there any difference in the buildings for price.
You can't get a job in Darnassus.
To my knowledge, there is no spell in existence that uses hit points or deals damage to the caster at all in life.
R&R, please!
