Sylvonis ran as 2 ogers, alongwith an oger magi, chaced her deep into
the undead forest. The huge two headed monsters lumbered as they ran after
the undead elven ranger. When he noticed that he was falling behind, the
larger, and bluer oger-magi began to cast a spell, and grew to nearly
double his side, and was much faster. When she saw this, sylvonis flipped
around, and cassed a charm on that oger, and, suddenly, he flipped around
and began to attack his breatheren. Then, using her undead magic, sylvonis
began to shoot arrows that had a black tint to them at the two paler ogers.
After 2 more shots, the oger was felled, and 2 skelletons appered, and she
finished off the other beast, and had 4 skelletons at her command.
"Now, my warriors, go and scout the area, and report back to me as soon as possible" she commanded. "And you," she looked at the oger magi "report back to the base at once."
"ok" it said rather stupidly.
Sylvonis wondered off to a one of the few quiet, and tranquil spots in the land of lorderon. In fact, it was one of the only spots where no blight, or undead wondered, accept for her. It was her only way to remember the time before Arthes destroyed her land. To think, only 25 years ago, I had no enemies what so ever. The orks were no where near the planent of azeroth, the humans were buisy with there petty magics, the dwarves and gnomes were left to there inventions in the mountains, and them, the elves, were allowed to live there prosper lives near the sunwell. And to think, that in less then 24 years, all of that was taken from me. 24 years, nearly a day to an elf, and my pressious lands were taken from me. My sunwell, corrupted by that damn lich's body, Kel'Thizad. And arthes. That insolent son of a bitch arthes. He did all of this. ALL OF IT. He took away my lands, my sisters, and my love, prince kaelthas. How she loathed him.
That bastard. He would be nothing with out the lich king. He would just rot, and have no powers at all, a mear mortal with out him. He would eventually soon parish, but she... She would end up having to live out her life in this agony, while he got the reliese of death. She had him in her grips too. Before he sailed off to save his pressious lich king, he was caught under her stunning arrow. He wouldn't have been able to do anything. But that damn lich, the same one who had taken the energies from her well, the same one who brought the hole deamon invasion apon the world, the same one who did the honors of destroying the main main city and slaughtered half of my kin, saved him. Both deserve the same cruel fate.
She was taken from her thoughts by a vampire looking deamon. "I am sorry to disturb your meditation mistress, but we have urgent news from the main city."
"What is it now? I grow tired of these damn ogre tribes attacking to regain there kin from my spells."
"No, this is...different. It seems there are still some dwarves alive, because a short time ago, a great petalion of dwarven tanks attacked our city, leveling many buildings."
Since when did the dwarves become so aggressive against us? Thought the dark lady.
"Take me there!" she ordered. "Oh, and has that shade came back, the one we sent to scout out to see if the tails of the dark elves were true?"
"Yes, he is waiting for you at the citadel, just as you instructed him to do"
"Perfect" she said, as she took out a scrole, read it, and they vanished, and were teleported to the Undead city.
Ok, yes, I'm WELL aware of the grammer and spelling mistakes in this. I was in a rush. I only was on here for like 30 minutes, so give me a break. Anyways, chapter 4 will be coming as soon as I get my computer back. I have been grounded from it till I get my summer reading done. Anyways, chow till then ((probably around the beginning of September)).
"Now, my warriors, go and scout the area, and report back to me as soon as possible" she commanded. "And you," she looked at the oger magi "report back to the base at once."
"ok" it said rather stupidly.
Sylvonis wondered off to a one of the few quiet, and tranquil spots in the land of lorderon. In fact, it was one of the only spots where no blight, or undead wondered, accept for her. It was her only way to remember the time before Arthes destroyed her land. To think, only 25 years ago, I had no enemies what so ever. The orks were no where near the planent of azeroth, the humans were buisy with there petty magics, the dwarves and gnomes were left to there inventions in the mountains, and them, the elves, were allowed to live there prosper lives near the sunwell. And to think, that in less then 24 years, all of that was taken from me. 24 years, nearly a day to an elf, and my pressious lands were taken from me. My sunwell, corrupted by that damn lich's body, Kel'Thizad. And arthes. That insolent son of a bitch arthes. He did all of this. ALL OF IT. He took away my lands, my sisters, and my love, prince kaelthas. How she loathed him.
That bastard. He would be nothing with out the lich king. He would just rot, and have no powers at all, a mear mortal with out him. He would eventually soon parish, but she... She would end up having to live out her life in this agony, while he got the reliese of death. She had him in her grips too. Before he sailed off to save his pressious lich king, he was caught under her stunning arrow. He wouldn't have been able to do anything. But that damn lich, the same one who had taken the energies from her well, the same one who brought the hole deamon invasion apon the world, the same one who did the honors of destroying the main main city and slaughtered half of my kin, saved him. Both deserve the same cruel fate.
She was taken from her thoughts by a vampire looking deamon. "I am sorry to disturb your meditation mistress, but we have urgent news from the main city."
"What is it now? I grow tired of these damn ogre tribes attacking to regain there kin from my spells."
"No, this is...different. It seems there are still some dwarves alive, because a short time ago, a great petalion of dwarven tanks attacked our city, leveling many buildings."
Since when did the dwarves become so aggressive against us? Thought the dark lady.
"Take me there!" she ordered. "Oh, and has that shade came back, the one we sent to scout out to see if the tails of the dark elves were true?"
"Yes, he is waiting for you at the citadel, just as you instructed him to do"
"Perfect" she said, as she took out a scrole, read it, and they vanished, and were teleported to the Undead city.
Ok, yes, I'm WELL aware of the grammer and spelling mistakes in this. I was in a rush. I only was on here for like 30 minutes, so give me a break. Anyways, chapter 4 will be coming as soon as I get my computer back. I have been grounded from it till I get my summer reading done. Anyways, chow till then ((probably around the beginning of September)).
