Damn!! My Italics become normal print in Fanfiction!!! My triple
periods become one period!!! GAAHHH!!!! It is SOOOOOOO aggravating!!!
Sorry for the delay. Anyway, NEXT CHAPTER!!!
I held on to dear life for the last nearby thing. I realized that my opponent thought he would live. "This, old friend, shall be both our graves" I said. I looked up, and realized why he thought he would win, but also, what made my statement very true. What I held was HIS lifeline. He had placed a totem down, that would reincarnate him, should he die. He expected to die, but also to be revived. As long as I held on, however, he would die, at the time that it slipped out off its earthly shell. Suddenly, the totem began slipping, and then we were falling, falling. . .
Why Jaina Proudmoore crowned the king as king made no sense to me. She could have kept the throne, or something. Now, this man was clearly corrupt. He had, sense my leaving, backstabbed on every alliance, allied, it seemed, with the undead, and removed all bonds with the majority of the humans, as well as the Order of the Paladins. Its base center was now a school for death knights. Many Paladins had been killed, and very few walked the earth now. Ruene ThunderKill had told me all this, as well as assigning me the orcish title 'PaleSword' It was orc rule of honor that the humans have Pale in their titles. Very few humans had Orcish titles. It was a great honor. But, ThunderKill said that he knew the council would have appointed me a title in an instant. "You are recognized, with the orcs, as the last symbol of the great alliance that had been. You disappeared, unannounced, right before the king's corruption. We assume you left when you realized what he became."
Where had Proudmoore set off to? I began to wonder, and I decided to find her, perhaps even to re establish the throne. I told of my musings to ThunderKill one day, as we marched further and further towards Blackrock. "I will travel with you. I. . . cannot go before the council and tell them of Iron Hoof. The army will find their way there, one way or another. Taare here" A grunt perked up at this. I guessed his name was Taare, "will tell them what happened. It is. . . I. . . wish I could stay to find out what the council says, but, until then. . ." He took a moment here, to think. "We go now, to the last place that she could be. The only place she would be allowed, but would not have heard of the king. Taevos."
When I asked him where Taevos was, he said, "It is a great human city, larger than any orcish city, that lies west of here. No one knows of it except the human king, and people who are there. Jaina was once king, you know." "How, then, do you know of it?" I asked. "I served as a scout to the hordes. I, unlike every other one who has tried the labyrinthine caves, found the correct path. Worry not, we will find no resistance. The caves are well cleared."
We set off, apart form the great army of the hordes, within hours. Soon, we were finding rocky paths, and a slight but steady uphill slope. Thunderkill kept making comments, like "I wish I. . ." "But. . . If I had. . ." but he never finished any of them. I never asked. I knew. He was thinking of his long time companion, Ironhoof, and mourning.
Occasionally, Thunderkill did make a comment about the fallen hero. I discovered he had been related to the great Carne, best friend of thrall. I knew both of these names. Thrall had first established the council. Thrall was clearly, in the orcish mind, Godlike.
A few weeks after setting out, we came across a cavern that I never would have seen, had not Thunderkill pointed it out. We slipped in, barely fitting through with our armor, and I saw a great many tunnels, snaking out in front of me. There were three levels of passages. I counted. Forty- six. Forty-six different caves. Strewn around the caves were the bodies of battlers who had clearly died in combat. It looked as though there had been a dragon down the caves. Or maybe it was an elaborate hoax, set to stop people from exploring father. Or maybe they actually had a guard dragon.
Ruene Thunderkill was carfully inspecting a wall, to the right side of the cave. He soon walked over to a pile of bones of a man who and died in a burst of flames. He then proceeded to pick up his hammer, and stab the but end confidently into the rock face. It went in without resistance. He held it there a moment more, then the rock slided, as though magically, into the rock around it. The rocks themselves didn't slide, the rock simply squished into the rock around it, opening a small tunnel.
"Go. Quickly" Ruene said. I went through, and he followed. A split moment after he passed through, the great archway sealed.
We weaved through the tunnel. Far more branches occurred, but Ruene was confident. We walked many hours, and we came across a small chamber. A necromancer stood in front of a great stone statue of a death Knight, poised to strike. It was, however, already a skeleton, and had waving hair under it's helmet. It almost reminded me of. . . someone. . .I couldn't quite remember. Around him stood many skeletons, readied for battle. But no one had noticed us, standing in the entryway.
The necromancer began chanting spells and gesturing to the statue. I looked at the necromancer, then, when I looked back at the statue, it was no longer a statue! It was a real death knight. Without ride, however. The necromancer began speaking. "You, Knight of the Lich, have been summoned for service of the Burning Legion. Whereas the Lich buried you among the rocks for eternity, the Legion frees you. Do our service, or be banished again." Apparently, some undead were still working for the Legion. The Knight's only response was, "let me leave this place." The necromancer's back was to us, and the knight glanced to us. My heart filled with fear. Surly, if the Legion went to the effort of freeing him, he must be great. I was ready to cry out in despair, when he nodded. He then turned back to the necromancer. He's going to tell him! I thought. Instead, he waited. The necromancer began to turn to go. Before he could see us, however, the Knight said, "Necromancer!" he turned back. " have you ever desired to become a lich?" He asked. "Yes, I would like that very much. Why?" you could tell, he expected the hero to say that he would allow him to cast the spell, making it so he would become a lich upon death. Instead, however, he said, "Then we shall see if the Legion thinks you worthy!!" the huge Knight then proceeded to cut the necromancer's head off with his mighty two handed sword. All three of us quickly dispersed of the remaining skeletons.
"Greetings. Might I ask who you are?" the Knight asked "I am who was once the king's advisor, now named PaleSword." I stated, with an attempted air of pride, which probably looked foolish, considering how dirty (and smelly) I inevitably was. Ruene, reassured by my trust in the Knight, said, "I am the warrior ThunderKill, of the orcish council. You are?" "I am called Death by many humans, most recently called Outcast by the undead, and the Lich. You may call me by the name I bore when I was human, if you wish; Gaath Lochnair" "YOU were Gath Lochnair?" I asked, amazed. If this were true, than he would truly be a prize worth having. "Yes. The Lich rejected me because I proved unbrokenly loyal to the human Alliance. You, I believe, were quite important to the alliance. What, might I ask, are you doing here?" I responded somberly "The alliance has broken" Gath Lochnair, the once-sword master amongst humans, the founder of an order that was quickly rivaling the paladin one, stared at me, stunned. I said, "yes! It is true! But we have a reason for being in these caves, and have no time to waste! We go now, and if you should want to follow, you would be welcome. But go we must, and now." He responded, "then indeed I shall come, for I have nothing else to do." Ruene quickly found where he had turned wrong, and we set off, once again!
I had intended to go all the way to Jaina with this chapter, but alas, I wrote too much otherwise! Anyway, im going to be writing other stuff for a while, so ( you wont see much more here for a little bit.
I held on to dear life for the last nearby thing. I realized that my opponent thought he would live. "This, old friend, shall be both our graves" I said. I looked up, and realized why he thought he would win, but also, what made my statement very true. What I held was HIS lifeline. He had placed a totem down, that would reincarnate him, should he die. He expected to die, but also to be revived. As long as I held on, however, he would die, at the time that it slipped out off its earthly shell. Suddenly, the totem began slipping, and then we were falling, falling. . .
Why Jaina Proudmoore crowned the king as king made no sense to me. She could have kept the throne, or something. Now, this man was clearly corrupt. He had, sense my leaving, backstabbed on every alliance, allied, it seemed, with the undead, and removed all bonds with the majority of the humans, as well as the Order of the Paladins. Its base center was now a school for death knights. Many Paladins had been killed, and very few walked the earth now. Ruene ThunderKill had told me all this, as well as assigning me the orcish title 'PaleSword' It was orc rule of honor that the humans have Pale in their titles. Very few humans had Orcish titles. It was a great honor. But, ThunderKill said that he knew the council would have appointed me a title in an instant. "You are recognized, with the orcs, as the last symbol of the great alliance that had been. You disappeared, unannounced, right before the king's corruption. We assume you left when you realized what he became."
Where had Proudmoore set off to? I began to wonder, and I decided to find her, perhaps even to re establish the throne. I told of my musings to ThunderKill one day, as we marched further and further towards Blackrock. "I will travel with you. I. . . cannot go before the council and tell them of Iron Hoof. The army will find their way there, one way or another. Taare here" A grunt perked up at this. I guessed his name was Taare, "will tell them what happened. It is. . . I. . . wish I could stay to find out what the council says, but, until then. . ." He took a moment here, to think. "We go now, to the last place that she could be. The only place she would be allowed, but would not have heard of the king. Taevos."
When I asked him where Taevos was, he said, "It is a great human city, larger than any orcish city, that lies west of here. No one knows of it except the human king, and people who are there. Jaina was once king, you know." "How, then, do you know of it?" I asked. "I served as a scout to the hordes. I, unlike every other one who has tried the labyrinthine caves, found the correct path. Worry not, we will find no resistance. The caves are well cleared."
We set off, apart form the great army of the hordes, within hours. Soon, we were finding rocky paths, and a slight but steady uphill slope. Thunderkill kept making comments, like "I wish I. . ." "But. . . If I had. . ." but he never finished any of them. I never asked. I knew. He was thinking of his long time companion, Ironhoof, and mourning.
Occasionally, Thunderkill did make a comment about the fallen hero. I discovered he had been related to the great Carne, best friend of thrall. I knew both of these names. Thrall had first established the council. Thrall was clearly, in the orcish mind, Godlike.
A few weeks after setting out, we came across a cavern that I never would have seen, had not Thunderkill pointed it out. We slipped in, barely fitting through with our armor, and I saw a great many tunnels, snaking out in front of me. There were three levels of passages. I counted. Forty- six. Forty-six different caves. Strewn around the caves were the bodies of battlers who had clearly died in combat. It looked as though there had been a dragon down the caves. Or maybe it was an elaborate hoax, set to stop people from exploring father. Or maybe they actually had a guard dragon.
Ruene Thunderkill was carfully inspecting a wall, to the right side of the cave. He soon walked over to a pile of bones of a man who and died in a burst of flames. He then proceeded to pick up his hammer, and stab the but end confidently into the rock face. It went in without resistance. He held it there a moment more, then the rock slided, as though magically, into the rock around it. The rocks themselves didn't slide, the rock simply squished into the rock around it, opening a small tunnel.
"Go. Quickly" Ruene said. I went through, and he followed. A split moment after he passed through, the great archway sealed.
We weaved through the tunnel. Far more branches occurred, but Ruene was confident. We walked many hours, and we came across a small chamber. A necromancer stood in front of a great stone statue of a death Knight, poised to strike. It was, however, already a skeleton, and had waving hair under it's helmet. It almost reminded me of. . . someone. . .I couldn't quite remember. Around him stood many skeletons, readied for battle. But no one had noticed us, standing in the entryway.
The necromancer began chanting spells and gesturing to the statue. I looked at the necromancer, then, when I looked back at the statue, it was no longer a statue! It was a real death knight. Without ride, however. The necromancer began speaking. "You, Knight of the Lich, have been summoned for service of the Burning Legion. Whereas the Lich buried you among the rocks for eternity, the Legion frees you. Do our service, or be banished again." Apparently, some undead were still working for the Legion. The Knight's only response was, "let me leave this place." The necromancer's back was to us, and the knight glanced to us. My heart filled with fear. Surly, if the Legion went to the effort of freeing him, he must be great. I was ready to cry out in despair, when he nodded. He then turned back to the necromancer. He's going to tell him! I thought. Instead, he waited. The necromancer began to turn to go. Before he could see us, however, the Knight said, "Necromancer!" he turned back. " have you ever desired to become a lich?" He asked. "Yes, I would like that very much. Why?" you could tell, he expected the hero to say that he would allow him to cast the spell, making it so he would become a lich upon death. Instead, however, he said, "Then we shall see if the Legion thinks you worthy!!" the huge Knight then proceeded to cut the necromancer's head off with his mighty two handed sword. All three of us quickly dispersed of the remaining skeletons.
"Greetings. Might I ask who you are?" the Knight asked "I am who was once the king's advisor, now named PaleSword." I stated, with an attempted air of pride, which probably looked foolish, considering how dirty (and smelly) I inevitably was. Ruene, reassured by my trust in the Knight, said, "I am the warrior ThunderKill, of the orcish council. You are?" "I am called Death by many humans, most recently called Outcast by the undead, and the Lich. You may call me by the name I bore when I was human, if you wish; Gaath Lochnair" "YOU were Gath Lochnair?" I asked, amazed. If this were true, than he would truly be a prize worth having. "Yes. The Lich rejected me because I proved unbrokenly loyal to the human Alliance. You, I believe, were quite important to the alliance. What, might I ask, are you doing here?" I responded somberly "The alliance has broken" Gath Lochnair, the once-sword master amongst humans, the founder of an order that was quickly rivaling the paladin one, stared at me, stunned. I said, "yes! It is true! But we have a reason for being in these caves, and have no time to waste! We go now, and if you should want to follow, you would be welcome. But go we must, and now." He responded, "then indeed I shall come, for I have nothing else to do." Ruene quickly found where he had turned wrong, and we set off, once again!
I had intended to go all the way to Jaina with this chapter, but alas, I wrote too much otherwise! Anyway, im going to be writing other stuff for a while, so ( you wont see much more here for a little bit.